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waterproof | tom holland

pairing: frat!tom holland x reader

summary: you meet a very cute, very hot guy when you join your friend in an spontaneous trip to a frat car wash event

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of cancer and death, smut — minors dni

words: 10k

a/n: it’s here!!!!!! my longest fic yet and probably my favorite one <3 i got the inspiration after a tiktok i saw about it and just couldn’t resist lol i was also inspired by the amazing story i swear to god i never fall in love by @hazofmyheart — so if you haven’t read it yet, do me a favor and go cause it’s brilliant :’)) h was also a big inspiration, since her works always inspires me to keep creating so thank you hannah, ily <3 @duskholland oh also, i know nothing about college in the us so forgive me if something’s wrong. i think that’s it, please let me know what you think, your feedback means a lot to me :)) ily all, be safe ✌️

Friday

The day was miserable. This morning you had woken up to a storm, rain splashed on your windows while lighting illuminated the grey sky. Unfortunately, you had two classes to attend so you had no other choice but to get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of your apartment behind. Kelsey, your best friend, and roommate had already left once you woke up, so with no more excuses to stay curled up in bed, you got up, going straight to the bathroom, before deciding what you were going to wear for the day.

Taking a quick look at your phone weather app thingy, you checked the temperature, not wanting to put too many clothes on and sweat for the rest of the day or not put enough and almost freeze to death. Once you decided that some jeans, a sweater, your pair of boots, and a jacket would do it, you got your bag and car keys from the desk and left for the cafeteria, like you did most mornings.

With a cup of coffee in one hand and your purple umbrella in the other, you made your way through campus, trying just as everyone else to desperately get away from the bad weather since you could feel your feet starting to get soaked from the wet gravel beneath you.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t long and once you were safely inside, you went straight to your first class of the day, English Literature with Professor Bill, which unfortunately always seemed to be endless. But once it was finally over and since you had another class in the afternoon, you decided to just get a sandwich for lunch and stay at the library, that way you could finish your essay which was due next week.

You were comfortably sitting at one of the back desks, your stuff all spread out in front of you, a cup of tea on your hand, typing away on your laptop when Kelsey came rushing through the doors, making a beeline to you. “Good morning, sunshine!” She greeted you, way too excited for your liking. “Morning! What got into you?” You mumbled while she took a seat next to you. “I have great news!” Kelsey exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Oh no, I don’t like your tone!” You let it out, taking a sip of your hot drink.

“There’s going to be a charity car wash at the Phi Delta house tomorrow and we’re going!” Your friend squealed. “A car wash? Seriously Kel? I mean, I’m not gonna lie, they sure know how to throw one hell of a party but a car wash?” You mumbled, trying to focus back on your writing. “Not any car wash, y/n! A charity one and to be honest, Lucy kinda needs it.” Kelsey winked, making you roll your eyes.

Lucy was your 2008 white Jeep Wrangler, which you had gotten once you started college. The car was your treasure and the owner of so many good memories already. “Yeah, that’s definitely because of Lucy and not that frat blonde guy you’re after.” You protested, knowing her exact intentions.

“See? It’s a win-win situation, you get Lucy cleaned and I get to see Osterfield!” Kelsey smirked, making you groan. “You’re terrible, you know that right?” You asked. “I’ve been told before!” She smiled, anxiously waiting for your answer. “What about this weather?” You tried to reason, but you knew there was nothing that could possibly change her mind.

“It’s not supposed to rain tomorrow, and if it does, they’re canceling it and doing it next weekend.” She let it out, biting her bottom lip expectantly. You sighed, deciding you had no other choice. “Fine, Kelsey! We’re going!” As soon as the words left your mouth, your friend was jumping in your direction, hugging you as you had just given her a million dollars.

“Thank you, y/n/n! You’re the best!” She exclaimed, earning you both dirty looks from the people who were close to your desk, also trying to study. “Okay, now get off, you’re suffocating me!” You whined. “Fine, at what time you get off class today?” She asked, getting up and ready to go. “Four-ish?” You responded, tapping your nails on the laptop. “Can you give me a ride?” Your friend inquired, comically batting her eyelashes. “Sure, just text me when you get off.” You said, laughing at her antics.

Once Kelsey left, you were finally able to go back to your essay, getting most of it done before you left for your next class. One stressful hour later, you texted her saying you’d wait for her in the parking lot, receiving a quick message back, saying she’d meet you there.

At home, you two cooked some pasta recipe Kelsey found on Pinterest, before calling a night and going straight to bed. The thunderstorm had finally subsided but the rain was still falling hard once you turned off your phone, and you’ll be lying if you said you didn’t wish for it to stay like that for the next day.

Saturday

By some kind of a twisted joke though, you woke up the next morning to a blue sky, not a single cloud insight, and the promise of high temperatures and sunshine. Here goes your excuse. Thank you universe.

Checking your weather app, you heavily sighed, seeing as you had no other choice than to get up, so you did just that, picking up an outfit that consisted of your favorite jeans shorts and a lilac tank top, putting your hair up in a ponytail before going straight to the kitchen, where Kelsey was already at, preparing breakfast.

Once that was out of the day, you stepped into your trusty— and in desperate need of a wash— white sneakers, getting your purse, keys, and phone all ready to go, gasping when you saw how pretty your best friend was. “Holy shit, Kel! If that Harrison guy doesn’t do anything today, I will.” You winked, playfully twirling her around, making her blush. “Shut up!” She said, swatting your hand away. “Are you ready to go?” You asked and she nodded. “Oh, before I forget, Steph asked if she could come with us and I said yes so we have to pick her up.” Kelsey let it out while putting her sandals on.

Steph was another one of your friends and being the guy's lady she was, of course, she couldn’t miss the opportunity to attend this frat car wash event or whatever the hell that was. “Yeah, sure! Let's go!” You laughed, seeing your friend clap her hands excitedly.

With Steph on board, the three of you made your way through campus, singing to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album until the majestic Phi Delta house came into view. And what a view. The front of the house was filled with cars, so much that there was a row to have a chance of getting yours clean.

The fraternity brothers were all there too, wearing nothing more than basketball shorts, their muscular torsos left exposed, not only because of the hot temperature but also to attract more customers, especially women, since the sign in front of the house said: Phi Delta Charity Car Wash: Ladies Discount.

“Holy shit!” Kelsey let it out, being followed by the phrase “There’s nothing holy about this, Kel!” from Steph, which made you all laugh. “Well, it seems we’re gonna have to wait quite a bit judging by the size of this row.” You said, glad you had refilled Lucy the day before.

“It’d be totally worth it though, just look at them, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, her eyes practically bulging out of her head once she saw Harrison approach one of the cars. “And there he is!” You smirked, laughing at your friend’s stunned reaction. “There’s no way this guy is real, look at him!!!” Your friend squealed, making both Steph and you laugh.

While the girls gushed about Harrison, your attention was quickly diverted to another one of the shirtless hot guys. He was a little shorter than Harrison, with messy brunette curls on top of his head and a body that made you squeeze your thighs together just by looking at it.

“Oh, did someone finally catch your attention, y/n?” Your best friend asked, seeing as you didn’t take your eyes off the boy. “He’s freaking hot!” You exclaimed, enjoying your view. “That he is! His name is Tom Holland, he’s friends with Harrison, actually.” Steph clarified. “And of course you’d know that, wouldn’t you?” Kelsey smirked, Steph flipping her off.

Once the row of cars finally moved, it was time for your car and the girls couldn’t contain their excitement with what was about to happen. With Lucy parked in the spot one of the guys instructed you to, they got to work, asking who was the owner and what kind of service you wanted.

The question caught you so off guard you blushed, hard. The guy must have noticed since he patiently explained the two types of cleaning services being made. One for the whole car, including the interior, and the other just for the exterior.

Saying you only wanted the latter, he winked, letting out a small “Got it, babe!” before going back to work. “y/n, you look like a tomato!!!” Steph laughed, being quickly joined by Kelsey. “Shut up you two!” You flipped them off, feeling embarrassed about the fact you were caught so off guard by one shirtless boy. God, has it really been that long?

While the boys prepared the cleaning supplies, Harrison approached the car, making Kelsey squeal in excitement, something she masked really well once he was by her window. “Good morning, ladies!” The blonde said, before directing his blue eyes to your best friend. “Fancy seeing you here!” He whispered, making her blush. “I told you I was gonna come.” She giggled, and you had to contain yourself from rolling your eyes at them.

“These are your friends?” Harrison asked, taking a look inside the car. “Yeah, that’s my roommate y/n and Steph is in the back,” Kelsey explained, and you both waved. “You’re the owner of the Jeep, right?” Asked the blonde, and you nodded. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him!” He said, making you wince.

“It’s her, actually!” You said, surprising him. “Oh, my bad! Does she have a name?” He smirked. “Lucy, her name’s Lucy!” You answered, seeing him nod. “We’re gonna take good care of her then.” The blonde said, before turning back to Kelsey. “You look good, Kel!” He smiled. “Thanks!” Your friend said, biting her bottom lip to contain her smile.

“Ok, now you girls better close your windows if you don’t wanna get wet.” Harrison winked, before joining the rest of his frat brothers. “Too late for that!” Kelsey said once the windows were closed, making the three of you burst out laughing.

When the car was wet and covered with a thick layer of foam, and not any foam, a rainbow one, which made you and the girls all take your phones out to register the moment, the boys got to work. With washing mitts in hands, Harrison and some of his group of friends went all over Lucy, making sure to give you and the girls winks and smirks all the way through.

“God, this is my fucking dream!” Kelsey let it out, making you laugh. “Why do I feel like I’m watching a porn video though?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow flustered from all the hot, shirtless, wet frat boys around you. Steph and Kelsey couldn’t help but laugh, agreeing with you in the end.

Once the first wash was done, they repeated the process, but this time the guy you were watching earlier, the one Steph said was named Tom, took one of his brothers' place, giving you a better chance to admire him and his perfectly sculpted body even closer.

Like all of the other guys, he was wearing only basketball shorts, the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers peeking through. His curly chocolate-colored hair was all mated now because of the water but somehow that only made him more attractive. Jesus Christ.

When he was right by your window, he sent you a wink, making sure to really flex his muscles while washing your beloved Lucy, and oh how much you wanted to be her right now. Covered in rainbow foam, with his hands all over your body…

You were suddenly brought back to reality by a couple of knocks on your window. It was him, the son of a bitch had caught you staring, and to let you know that he put a finger on his jaw, pretending to close his mouth, which ended up making you even more flustered. You little devil.

With a huge smirk on his face and another wink in your direction, he went back to work, your friends squealing in excitement inside the car. “Oh my god! That was a scene out of a freaking movie, y/n!” Kelsey exclaimed, being followed by Steph, “God, I wish it was me!”

You closed your eyes, “Stop it, you two! I’m already flustered enough. God, it’s really hot in here isn’t it?” You let it out, blasting Lucy’s AC to try and cool your body down, an action that made both you and your friends laugh.

When the washing part was done, the boys took turns drying your car, making sure to put on a show while doing it, as usual. Harrison approached the car again, this time, he brought with him a clipboard and an envelope, where all the money was going. “Did the girls enjoy the show?” He asked once Kelsey opened her side of the window.

“We sure did!” Your friend answered, smiling wide. “I’m glad!” He smirked back, giving you the clipboard to sign your name on it. After paying for the wash, Kelsey noticed a commotion that caught her attention. “What’s going on there?” She asked the blonde, who was putting the money away.

“Oh, the guys wanted to make a sort of like a “kissing booth” to raise more money, if you donate $5 extra, you can kiss one of us,” Harrison explained, making Kelsey’s eyes pop. “Oh, and can I choose who I’m gonna kiss too?” Your friend smirked, earning a chuckle from the blonde. “Not usually, but I’ll let it pass this time.”

Kelsey looked at you expectantly, making you widen your eyes. “What are you looking at? You don’t need my permission! Go for it!” You told her, seeing her roll her eyes. “I’m not doing this alone, come on girls!” Your friend exclaimed, making you laugh. “Fuck! I can’t do it Kel, I have a giant cold sore on my bottom lip, it looks disgusting and it’s fucking painful.” Steph whined, sounding really upset.

Then, the three of them looked at you, making you shake your head. “No, I’ll pass. Thank you!” You said, being met with hard glares from your friends. “Come on, y/n! It’s for charity!” Kelsey protested, nudging your arm. “So, in or out?” Harrison inquired, and before you had a chance to respond, your friend had already done it. “She’s in, go call that Tom friend of yours!” Son of a bitch.

“Kelsey!” You snapped once Harrison was out of hearing sight, eyes practically bulging out of your face. “Oh, shut up! Don’t act like you don’t want it!” Your best friend huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a bitch!” You said, trying everything in your power to bite back a smile.

“For fucks sake, y/n! Just enjoy the opportunity, I’ll literally kill to make out with any of these guys after the show they gave us!” Steph complained in the back seat. “You two are insufferable!” You laughed. “Just give them the damn money!” Kelsey said, taking the note out of her purse.

With the car windows rolled all the way down, you prepared yourself while the guys slowly but confidently approached the vehicle. What you thought was going to be only a quick car window kiss ended up being a complete makeout session when Kelsey got out of Lucy, practically throwing herself at Harrison's arms after giving him the 5 dollar bill.

You thought about quitting, just give the money, get your friends, and go home. But, once you saw Tom standing by your window, with all his glory, you froze, being met with his wide smirk. “Jesus!” You let it out when you once again, shamelessly and stupidly stared at his body. How could you not though? He was perfect. Every single one of his abs was defined to perfection, small droplets of water still ran down his torso, making you want to wipe them away with your lips.

“You can call me Tom though!” He smirked, clearly proud of his remark. “I- I’m sorry, ah, should I get out?” You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. “You’re paying for it, darling so that’s your choice!” Tom shrugged, that stupidly handsome smirk never leaving his lips. “I think I’ll just… yeah!” You mumbled, thanking Tom when he opened the door for you.

Stepping outside Lucy, the first thing you notice was the rainbow-colored ground, making a pretty contrast with your white shoes. If you didn’t have a greek god waiting to kiss you right now, you’d probably have taken your phone to snap a couple of photos.

Like the idiot you are and as if the moment couldn’t get any more embarrassing, you slipped. Right when your shoes made contact with the wet ground, they sent you flying, landing on Tom’s naked chest. Perfect.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, trying to regain composure. “It’s okay!” Tom giggled, steadying your clumsy ass. When you looked up, there he was, with that same smirk, hazel eyes looking right into your soul.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore, and as if you could hear a cliche overplayed romantic song starting to play in the background, you both leaned in, lips meeting each other in the middle.

The first thing you noticed was how his lips, even though thin, worked perfectly together with yours. You had kissed a lot of people in your life, and you were not ashamed of that, but you had never experienced such a hot and passionate kiss like the one you shared with Tom.

As you turned your head to deepen the kiss, his hands went to your waist, holding you close, like he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment. The coolness of his damp hands in contrast with your hot body felt strangely nice, and when a small moan left your lips, you could feel Tom’s grip tightening, a playful smirk appearing on his lips.

Unfortunately, your lungs started to beg for air, so a few minutes later, you were forced to stop, an action that left your whole body protesting against it. Of course, the first thing you saw when opening your eyes was Tom’s smirk, which apparently never left his lips.

Taking some distance from you, the boy cleared his throat, taking a final look at you. “Sorry for making you all… wet.” Tom let it out, his smirk only growing in size. That son of a bitch.

You wanted to say something, maybe scold him for his innuendos but you were left frozen, speechless, and, not surprisingly, wet. Ha-ha. Thankfully, before you could embarrass yourself even further, Harrison came to your rescue.

“We’re throwing a party tonight to celebrate the money we raised for the charity. You girls are all welcome to join, especially you young lady.” The blonde informed, leaving a final peck on Kelsey’s lips. “We’re coming, for sure!” Your friend said before the couple said their goodbyes.

Tom only winked at you, and since you felt like your feet were stuck to the ground, you just stood there, emotionless, watching him leave to join his frat brothers in another car. “Holy crap, that was hot! I got turned on just by looking at it.” Steph exclaimed from the back seat, finally snapping you out of your dirty thoughts and getting your attention.

“It seems you’re not the only one!” Kelsey teased, making you roll your eyes at her. “That’s your fault! Now shut up, and let’s go home.” You scolded her, both of you getting back into your car. “Look Steph, she’s all flustered!” Your best friend and roommate said, laughing at your distraught face, leaving you with no other choice than to give her the middle finger.

After the morning events and after you and the girls had gotten yourselves some lunch, you dropped Steph off her dorm, before heading home, where Kelsey and you decided to take a nap before getting ready for the party.

When the time to pick up an outfit came, you couldn’t help but struggle, to the point of letting yourself wonder if Tom would like what you chose. Shaking your head, you quickly tried to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, finally deciding to wear one of your favorite party dresses, that way you’d feel comfortable and pretty at the same time.

Later, when you and Kelsey arrived at the frat house, the place was already filled to the brim with people dancing, drinking, and seemingly having the time of their lives. Making your way through the mass of bodies, you and Kelsey made it to the kitchen, where the alcoholic beverages were located.

With cups filled with beer, you felt like the night was about to begin and that was confirmed when Harrison approached Kelsey, barely acknowledging you before taking her by the waist and kissing her as his life depended on it.

“Hello, gorgeous!” He smirked, finally letting her go. Your friend was speechless and before you knew it, they were shamelessly making out by your side. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, not even surprised that you were about to spend the night as a third wheeler.

While Harrison and your best friend practically ate each other's faces off, you decided to look for Steph, since you knew she was gonna come, finding her with another group of friends that were more than happy to welcome you.

It was a few minutes later when Kelsey came back, with Harrison glued to her hip, her lipstick all smeared all over the blonde’s face. “Hey, you disappeared!” Your best friend pouted, making you roll your eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry if I felt a little uncomfortable by your and Harrison’s makeout session.” You huffed, earning a sheepish smile from her.

When you noticed your empty cup, you excused yourself to go to the kitchen for a refill, asking if anyone wanted one, but they all declined. Once there, you made a mixture of a couple of the beverages on the counter, not caring about the consequences of your choices.

You were just about to exit the crowded kitchen when suddenly you heard a voice whispering in your ear. His voice. “Fancy seeing you here!” Tom said and you could tell, even without looking that he had a smirk plastered on his face. “Well, I was invited to come so…” You shrugged, earning a chuckle from the boy.

Once you turned to him, he was hosting himself on the kitchen counter, giving you the perfect view. This time, since he was wearing a shirt, you could really focus your attention on his face instead of his absurdly ripped body. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt, some cuffed jeans, and a hat, backward, which ended up making him look even hotter. Geez, how is it possible?

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name earlier, you know, we were a little busy.” The brunette smirked, making you blush. “y/n, my name’s y/n.” You said, trying to contain your nerves. At that, Tom smiled, repeating your name like it was his favorite song. “I like it. It suits you.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “Here with your friend?”

“Yeah, she ditched me for Harrison though.” You joked, earning another chuckle from Tom. “They seem pretty… close.” The brunette smirked, making you laugh.

“Don’t even say it, she’s been gushing about the “hot blonde frat guy for weeks.” You blurted, widening your eyes when you realized what you had just said to Harrison’s best friend. “Please, don’t tell him this. She’d for sure kill me.”

Tom laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, your secret is safe with me.” He said, crossing his fingers on top of his lips. “Thank you!” You smiled, averting your gaze.

“I’m happy she went after him though.” Tom stated, “Why?” You curiously asked. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have met.” He explained, sending you a wink. “Smooth!” You laughed, feeling your cheeks burn.

You were about to say something when you suddenly felt someone bumping against you, causing you to almost spill all of your drink. When you turned to see who it was, the guy had already blended with the mass of people that were currently in the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you averted your gaze back to Tom, who was already looking at you.

Sensing your annoyance, Tom got off the kitchen counter, offering you his hand. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He said a beautiful smile on his face. Oh, yeah. No. You snorted, “Wouldn’t you like that?” Chuckling, the boy whose hand was still stretched, rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I wanna show you a place. And I promise it’s not my bedroom.” He winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his antics.

Finally taking a hold of his hand, which was surprisingly soft, you followed him through the house, going up one flight of stairs to a door with a big T on it. Tom opened the door to what you assumed was his room, making you instantly raise your eyebrows. “It’s outside my bedroom, I promise, y/n!” He laughed, clearly finding the situation hilarious.

While he went straight to the window, you took the moment to look at his room. What you got from it was: 1) It was probably the only one in the house with a bathroom. 2) Tom was a big fan of comics, judging by the number of magazines and action figures he collected. 3) He was a proud British, not that his accent hadn’t already given him away, but the UK flag beside his bed frame confirmed your suspicions.

“You coming?” Tom’s voice suddenly took you out of your trance. “Yeah, sorry!” You apologized, accepting his help to climb out the window, landing on the rooftop of the house. “Wow, it’s beautiful out here.” You let it out, surprised by the view of the city at night.

“Yeah, sometimes I come here when it gets too loud in the house. It’s like my safe escape.” Tom smiled. “I can only imagine how sharing a house with eleven boys might be. I truly don’t think it gets quieter than this.” You laughed, being quickly followed by him.

Clearing your throat, you suddenly felt self-conscious with all his staring, deciding it was best to just keep talking. “So, did you guys raise a good amount of money today?” You asked, changing the subject. “Yeah, we did! Thank you by the way, for coming.” Tom thanked, making you smile. “Of course! It’s for a charity, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“Yeah, they treat kids with cancer. It’s the second year we do this for them, the first time we raised a good amount but we definitely raised more this time.” He explained, making you smile. “That’s really nice of you guys to do it.” You complimented, and this time it was Tom who blushed.

“Actually, I’m going there tomorrow to drop the money off, do you wanna come?” Tom offered, surprising you. “Oh, really?” You asked, surprised. “Sure, apparently none of the guys can.” He rolled his eyes. “I would love to, yeah!” You smiled, earning a nod from him. “Great! Cause I kinda need a ride there.” Tom let it out, a guilty look on his face. You laughed, “Damm, all of this just to ask for a ride. I can’t believe it.” You joked, making both of you laugh.

“It’s cool if you can’t though, don’t worry!” Tom lets you know, but you shrug. “No, it’s fine! I can take you! Just give your number so we can text.” You said, not even realizing how that sounded. “Look who’s the smooth one now, already asking for my phone.” The brunette smirked, making you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, I’ll just park outside the house and wait for you the whole day.” You mocked, earning a laugh from him.

Tom was just giving your phone back when suddenly you heard someone calling his name. “What is it?” He shouted back. “C’mon bro, come here, we’re doing keg stands, where are you?” Yelled one of his frat brothers from the house backyard. “Coming!” Tom answered, looking at you with a sad smile.

“C’mon! Let’s not leave your public waiting.” You teased, making him laugh. “Are you sure? We can stay here if you want.” Tom offered, and you had to force yourself not to accept it. "It's fine! We’ll have time to talk tomorrow.” You answered, sending him a warm smile.

With Tom’s help, you climbed back to his bedroom, parting ways once you got to the first floor. “I’m gonna go look for my friends.” You let him know, taking a step back. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Tom asked, earning a nod from you. Before he left, he kissed your cheek, and you were absolutely sure you melted right then and there.

Kelsey was already looking for you once you found her, claiming she had texted you a thousand times already. You assured her you were fine, that you were actually with Tom, which earned you a massive smirk and knowing looks from her.

Once a commotion could be heard outside the house, you and your group of friends made your way there, wanting to know what was happening. Since you already knew the frat boys were playing drink games, you weren’t surprised to see Tom himself doing a keg stand, with some of his friends supporting his legs.

The crowd around you cheered and screamed, praising the boy who kept drinking like he wasn’t upside down at all. Once he finally let go of the keg, his friends helped him stand back up, and you did not miss the wink he sent your direction when he caught you, once again, staring at him. Holy fucking shit.

You spent the rest of the night with your friends, drinking and laughing at stupid jokes. You didn’t see or heard from Tom until you were already at home, tucked and ready for bed. He texted you asking if 3 pm was fine by you and once you agreed, he sent you the text that made you go to bed with a smile on your face, already excited for what the next day had to come.

Tom

See you tomorrow then, can’t wait 😜 xx

Sunday

Kelsey was at your feet the moment you woke up the next day, wanting to know what happened between you and Tom last night since now she was sober enough to comprehend your words. “I told you nothing happened Kel, he just took me to a quieter place so we could talk.” You explained while putting coffee into one of your mugs.

“Talk about what?” Kelsey insisted, taking a bite of her avocado toast, which looked very appetizing by the way. “Jesus Christ, Kelsey! Did I ask what you and Harrison were doing the majority of last night?” You barked, getting the ingredients to make one for yourself. “Oh, you wanna know?” Your best friend smirked, making you groan.

“God, you’re terrible! He just showed me the place he goes when the house gets too loud, then we talked about the car wash and how much money they had raised and he asked if I could give him a ride to the charity today since he’s going there to drop the money.” You explained, putting two slices of bread in the toaster.

“Please, tell me you said yes.” Kelsey practically begged, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Yes, Kelsey! I said yes. Anything more?” You asked, crossing your arms while you waited for the toaster to pop. “Oh my God, you’re really into him, look at you, so defensive about it.” Your friend smirked.

“Oh, shut up!” You flipped her off, cutting the avocado open and spreading it on your toast, adding salt and pepper before joining her by the table. “Please, y/n! Don’t act like I don’t know you.” Kelsey winked, kicking your leg under the table. “Can I have my breakfast in peace now, please?” You remarked, earning a smirk followed by a quick nod from your friend, that fortunately left you alone.

It was later that afternoon when, after spending an unreasonable amount of time getting ready, you left to the frat house, to pick Tom up.

Once you parked your car, you shot him a text, saying you were there. He texted you back instantly, letting you know he was on his way. What you didn’t expect, in any circumstances, was to see Tom exciting the house wearing a spiderman suit, minus the mask, and a backpack.

“Oh my god, what is this?” You asked once he got closer. “I promised the kids that Spiderman would give them a visit next time,” Tom explained, his cheeks a bright shade of red. “That is really sweet, Tom!” You laughed, finding it adorable.

Once inside the car, you could really see how good he looked in that suit. It hugged his body in all the right places, accentuating his perfectly sculpted muscles. “Thank you, darling!” You heard Tom saying, with a big smirk on his face. Shit! You must have said this out loud.

Clearing your throat, you averted his gaze, not being able to face him any longer. “So, do you have the address?” Stupid question, of course, he has the address. Jesus, y/n! Get a grip! Tom laughed, at you, you thought, quickly shaking your head.

With the address in, you started the twenty-five minutes drive to the charity, which was filled with music and small chatter between you and Tom. You got to know each other a little better, Tom explained to you why he chose to move to the states to study, saying he and his best friend, Harrison always wanted to live the “American dream”, which turned out to be way more difficult than he thought since he was such a family type of guy.

“So you have three younger brothers?” You asked, trying to understand what Tom had just explained to you. “Yes, Sam and Harry are twins, and Paddy is the youngest. Oh, I also have a dog called Tessa back home, she’s my princess and I love and miss her so much.” Tom said, making your heart melt at his words.

When you finally got to the charity, Tom fished his Spiderman mask out of his backpack, securing it on his head, before turning to you. “How do I look?” He asked, making you smile. “Great! You look great!” You said, giving him two thumbs up, which made him laugh.

Since he couldn’t really see with the mask on, you helped him to the door, where a woman was already waiting for you. “Tom, none of the boys today?” She asked, clearly familiar with him. “No, not today, Nancy! I brought y/n, though!” Tom responded, his voice muffled by the fabric of the mask.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You greeted the woman, being pushed to a hug. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n! Friends of Tom are our friends here too.” She smiled, letting you go. “I can’t believe he really came dressed as Spiderman.” The woman whispered, making you laugh. “Me neither!” You said, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I can hear with this mask on, you two know that, right?” He told you, pointing to you and Nancy. “Ok, c’mon! Let’s get inside, the kids are really excited to see Spiderman, some of them couldn’t even sleep last night.” Nancy announced.

Once you dropped the envelope with the money in Nancy’s office, she directed you both to the room where all the kids were anxiously waiting for their hero. Once Tom, or Spiderman, entered their playroom, all the kids went crazy, screaming, jumping, clapping their hands, some even getting out of their seats to hug Tom.

While you watched him interact with the kids, Nancy told you that most of them had brain cancer and that unfortunately, the majority wouldn’t even last more than a few years of life, which was why the donations and the fact that Tom came here, dressed as one of their favorite superheroes, was so important for them.

Before you realized it, you had tears in your eyes, quickly taking care of drying them, in case any of the kids saw it. Speaking of them, you had just seen Tom do a flip when you felt someone grabbing the hem of your yellow summer dress.

“Oh, hello!” You said to the little girl, looking curiously at you. “You’re Spiderman’s friend?” She asked, clutching a teddy bear in her arms. “Yes, I am Spiderman’s friend.” You answered, chuckling at her surprised face. “So you are his Mary Jane?” The little girl asked, making you smile. “I guess you could say that. But that’s a secret, so it stays between us, okay?” You sent her a wink, putting a big smile on her face.

You and Tom spent a few hours there, playing with the kids, and to be honest, it was some of the best hours of your life. The kids were all so sweet and absolutely loved to play, something so simple, that meant the absolute world to them. In a quick trip to the bathroom, Tom changed his clothes before you left, while you said your goodbyes to Nancy and all the other charity workers, promising to come back soon to visit them and to play with the kids, of course.

“So, what did you think?” Tom asked as soon as you got into your car. “It was amazing, Tom! Seriously, thank you for inviting me.” You said, sending him a warm smile. “Of course! I knew you’d like it!” He stated, keeping his eyes on you.

“Where are we going?” He asked, finally averting his gaze, noticing you were driving away from where you had come from. “Well, you showed me your favorite place yesterday, so I think it’s only fair that I show you mine.” You said, smiling in his direction. Tom laughed, adjusting himself in the seat, asking if he could turn the radio on, to which you nodded.

The rest of the drive was mostly in silence, you and Tom kept stealing glances every once in a while, which always ended with one of you chuckling from being caught. He asked about your college major, and told you about his film one, which you could see was something he was really passionate about only by the way he talked.

Once you got to your favorite spot in the city to watch the sunset, Tom got out of the car, not believing his own eyes. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You asked, joining him. “It’s gorgeous!” Tom answered, and you both stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the mountains, turning the once blue sky shades of orange and pink.

“How did you find this place?” Asked the brunette while leaning against Lucy. “Oh, one of my ex-boyfriends actually showed me.” You lied, watching Tom’s face immediately fall. “Oh,” he breathed, making you lose the battle with yourself and burst out laughing.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny?!” Tom joked, relieved but equally annoyed at your little prank. He started coming towards you, making grabby hands tickle your body. “You think you’re so funny, huh?” You quickly tried to escape, but it was too late. He was already tickling your sides. “Tom, stop!” You laughed, trying to get him off of you but he only kept going, until he practically caged you between your car and his body.

You were close, you were so fucking close that even the slightest movement would cause your lips to touch. “You’re really pretty!” Tom whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “You have a lot of freckles.” You noted, not being able to take your eyes off him. Smiling, Tom tucked a strand piece of hair behind your ear, an action that made you blush.

“I think I wanna kiss you again,” Tom whispered, cupping your jaw. “Then do it.” You let it out, is immediately met with the feeling of Tom’s lips against yours.

It was only the second time you kissed, but for some reason, you felt like you were already addicted to him. The way his mouth worked perfectly with yours left you feeling dizzy like you had just got out of a rollercoaster.

His hands roamed your body, frantically trying to find something to hold, until they found their place on your hips, squeezing them every once in a while. When you felt the tip of his tongue on your lips, you gladly parted them open, letting him slip his muscle into your mouth.

Tom’s body kept pressing you against your car like he was afraid you could slip past his fingers some way. Little did Tom know you had no intention at all of letting him go.

You actually had no idea how long you stayed like that, slowly making out, no rush, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips, his hands on your hips and yours on his chestnut curls, not only lips but feelings intertwined too. Once you pulled away to breathe, you realized the sun was long gone, the sky now filled with thousands of stars.

“It’s getting late, we should head back.” It felt weird to even talk after spending so much time kissing, you felt your throat dry, your mouth begging for water. “Yeah, we should.” Tom agreed but made no effort to get away from you.

“Tom, c’mon…” You whined, slowly backing him away, even if it pained you to do it. “I say we go to the back seat of your car and keep doing what we’re doing.” The brunette offered, kissing the side of your jaw, and to be honest, it was not a bad offer at all.

“Uhm, very tempting, but we actually have to go, it’s getting dark.” You tried, hearing Tom groan, his head buried on your neck. “C’mon, I’ll let you drive.” That seemed to get the boy's attention.

“Wait, really?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. You hummed, passing Lucy’s keys to him. “Thank you!” Tom pecked your lips once more, before quickly going to the drivers’ side, making you laugh at his sudden change of behavior.

The ride back to campus was filled with Tom’s excitement to be driving your car, which ended up being the most entertaining thing to watch, it was like seeing a kid playing with their new toy.

At the frat house, he made sure to kiss you again, thanking you for the ride and for letting him drive your car. You assured him it was okay, and after a few more minutes making out outside, he finally let you go, making you promise to text him once you had arrived.

With a stupid smile on your face, you made your way back to your apartment, where Kelsey was already waiting, her ears ready to hear all about your “date”. Seeing as you had no other choice, and after sending Tom a quick text saying you arrived safely, you told her everything and in exchange, she told you what was going on between her and Harrison too.

At the end of the night, you two ate some boxed mac and cheese, before deciding to go to bed early, seeing as you had classes early the next morning.

You couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies on your tummy every time you thought about Tom, his face, his eyes, his hands, his lips, his kisses. Just him. Everything about him was beautiful and exciting and you already couldn’t wait to see him again.

Monday

That didn’t take long to happen, since the next day, you found a small bouquet and a note on the driver’s door handle of your car when you and Kelsey were just about to go back home after finishing classes early for the day.

“Oh my god! y/n!!” Kelsey squealed, while you tried to spot your not so mysterious admirer. “Here, read the note.” Your best friend instructed, passing you the small piece of paper that read: Thank you for the ride and everything else yesterday. I had a lot of fun! If you’re okay with it, I want to take you out properly this time. Text me when you get this, with love T xx

You couldn’t help the smile or the blush on your cheeks when reading his note. “It’s from Tom.” You laughed, taking the bouquet in your hands, giving the flowers a little sniff. Kelsey let out a squeal by your side, saying that she wished Harrison did something like that for her.

Since you couldn’t seem to find Tom anywhere, you decided to go home and do as the note instructed, texting him when you arrived at your apartment. He texted you back immediately, asking if you had liked your present. You told him you loved it, and that you were more than okay to go out with him.

After literally hours talking, you and Tom decided to meet on the weekend, since you both had quite a busy class week. He told you to be ready at 5 pm on Saturday, and even after begging him to tell you where he was gonna take you, he kept the location a secret, making you roll your eyes at his cheesiness.

Saturday

When Tom said he wanted to take you out on a proper date, you didn't think he was being that serious. Turns out he was, ‘cause when Saturday rolled around, he picked you up at your apartment, in his car this time, opened the door for you, and even took you to a semi-fancy restaurant, since you were college students after all.

The night passed faster than you liked and after an amazing dinner, you and Tom ran, hand in hand, to his car, since the small droplets of rain that had started once you were still inside, had now turned into a full storm, with thunder rolling in the distance.

When you finally got to the car, it was already too late, your clothes were drenched and the cold rain droplets kept falling from your hair directly on the carpet. Tom turned the heater on immediately, which helped you dry yourselves a bit.

“Do you wanna come with me to the house? I can give you a towel and once you’re warm again I can take you to your apartment. I’m known to make a pretty good cup of tea too.” Tom’s offer caught you off guard but it ended up being so sweet that you couldn’t recuse it. “Yeah, that would be great.” You nodded, earning yourself a smile.

The frat house was strangely quiet, something very different from the times you've been there. Tom escorted you to his room, giving you a towel before disappearing through the bathroom, to change from his wet clothes. Once he came back, wearing grey sweats and a simple worn-out white t-shirt, he excused himself to go to the kitchen and prepare the tea he promised earlier, while you tried your best to dry yourself off.

Turns out, it was much difficult to do that while wearing wet clothes, clinging to your body, so you made the bold, but most necessary decision of taking the majority of your clothes off, hanging them in the bathroom so they could dry a little bit while you stayed there.

Once Tom came back from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot tea in his hands, he found you under the covers of his bed. “I took some of my clothes off and hung them in the bathroom to dry, is that okay?” You asked, feeling your cheeks burn.

Tom was surprised, he didn’t expect to come back to his room to find the girl he was interested in on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. “N-No, don’t worry about it. It's fine!” But, even though he was caught off guard, Tom wanted you to make sure it was okay, and mostly, that you were comfortable.

Passing you one of the mugs, he joined you on the bed, sitting as further away from your almost naked body as possible. “Thank you! It’s really good!” You smiled, taking a couple of sips of the hot beverage, feeling it instantly warming your body.

Apparently, the hot liquid wasn’t enough, since you couldn’t stop your body from shivering. Tom must have noticed ‘cause in seconds, he put both of your cups down, offering his body heat to help you warm up.

Getting under the covers with you, Tom opened his arms for you to nestle into them, you instantly felt the warmth of his body involve you. “Better?” Tom asked, caging you in his arms. “Much better, thank you!” You said, turning your head up, just enough to peck his lips lightly.

That ends up stirring something inside you ‘cause not even a second later you’re kissing Tom’s lips again. He moves his body slightly, that way you end in a much more comfortable position. Tom’s tongue is inside your mouth in no time at all, and from there, things only escalate. While your hands went to Tom’s soft hair, his find their place in your ass, giving each side a good squeeze, eliciting a moan from you.

In a quick movement, you straddled his waist, not for a second disconnecting your lips. Tom’s hands went to your hips, helping and encouraging you to keep moving them back and forth. It didn’t take long for you to feel the bulge in his sweatpants grow, “Oh, fuck…” Tom breathed when you directed your lips to his neck, kissing and biting every inch of exposed skin, leaving a couple of love bruises on your way.

When Tom’s hands go to your breasts, he finds himself hypnotized by the way they look on your white lace bra. But, as much as he liked the lingerie, he couldn’t help but want them off your body. “Can I take these off?” He asks after a couple of minutes of staring. “Yeah!” You said, your mind so clouded by lust you can barely talk.

With the piece of clothing properly discarded, Tom takes his sweet time with your tits, massaging them, squeezing, teasing, until he finally puts his mouth to work, sucking and biting your already erect nipples. “Oh, fuck!” You let it out, hands in his hair, feeling arousal already pooling between your legs.

After making sure to give the same amount of attention to both of your breasts, Tom let them go with a loud pop. You laugh, attaching your lips right back to his. With slow movements, he turns you both around, carefully laying you down on his bed. Tom keeps his lips on your body, moving from your lips to your jaw, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, making sure to mark you all the way.

When he gets to your underwear, he presses a kiss to the hem of your panties, looking at you with big brown eyes, as if asking for your permission to move on. You nod, lifting your hips to help him take your last piece of clothing off before he slowly starts teasing you with feather-like kisses on your knees and tights.

“Tom, please…” you don’t even realize the words left your mouth, but you’re glad they did when you feel Tom smirk and finally move two fingers to your core. He starts by spreading your wetness all over your lips, “You’re so wet, baby!” You moan, feeling your cheeks burn from embarrassment since Tom had barely even touched you.

Looking back at you, Tom asks if he can taste you, and after a quick nod, he licks a long stripe from your core to your folds. “Fuck…” you moan, feeling your walls instantly clench around nothing. Tom eats you out good, his mouth working like magic, the sounds leaving his mouth sounding like straight-up porn, eliciting loud moans and praises from you.

With both hands on his hair, you guide him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when Tom inserts two of his long fingers into your heat, curling them, hitting just the right spot. “Oh, fuck…” you bite your lip, feeling your high already approaching. “Please, don’t stop.” You beg, squirming in bed, one of Tom’s hands going to your stomach to keep you in place.

Tom does as he’s told and doesn’t stop his movements, only increasing them until you’re practically convulsing under him, “Fuck Tom, I’m gonna cum.” You let him know and the next thing you know, one of the best orgasms of your life hits you like a brick.

You feel like you're floating, the only thing grounding you are Tom’s sweet kisses trailing up your body. “You alright?” He asks once he gets to your face, that stupid triumphant-like smirk plastered on his lips. “Yeah, thank you.” You laugh, kissing his lips, tasting yourself in them. “You’re welcome.” Tom chuckles, going back to your lips.

With greedy hands, you palm him through his pants, moaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he is. “Your turn,” you purr, biting his earlobe, earning a moan from him. Turning both of you around, you help Tom lay down, while you start kissing his lips, moving to his jaw, neck, chest and each one of his abs, until you finally reach the hem of his grey sweatpants.

Tom helps you take the rest of his clothes off, and when he’s finally free from them, you can’t say you’re not surprised at his size. His cock is hard as a rock, leaking precum off the tip, leaving you no other option than spread the substance around his shaft. “Fuck,” Not being able to contain himself, Tom moans as soon as your hands get in contact with his member.

You start by licking a long stripe, from the base of his cock to the head, taking him slowly into your mouth, bobbing your head until you feel him hit your throat. “Fuck, y/n…” Tom moans your name and you’re sure that alone could have made you cum.

With both hands on your hair, Tom does a makeshift ponytail, helping you with your movements. “Oh, yes, keep going…” Tom breathes, your hands coming to his thighs to support yourself, while you keep taking him into your mouth, only stopping when he tells you so.

With a string of saliva dripping from your mouth, you smile, trying to clean yourself the best as you can with the back of your hand. “C’mere,” Tom said, helping you climb back to him, crashing his lips into yours, moaning loudly into your mouth.

You hold each other for a while, slowly making out until your lips are practically numb from all the kissing. “I need you...” you murmur into Tom’s lips, not even caring how desperate you sound. “Let me get a condom,” Tom says, pecking your lips before letting you go.

Tom reaches into his bedside table, shuffling through his stuff until he pulls out a pack of condoms, taking one and stuffing the rest back in. He opens the foil package, but stops to look at you, “Are you sure?” Tom asks with uncertainty in his eyes. You nod, breathing out a small yes in response, which is enough for Tom to finish rolling the material into his member.

With one of his hands between your bodies, Tom positions himself into your entrance, slowly rubbing his tip against your folds. “Fuck…” He cuts you off with his lips, slowly starting to enter you.

You both moan, getting lost in the feeling of pure bliss, Tom staying still, letting you get used to him. Once you assured him you were fine and he could move, Tom starts to ease himself in and out of you, keeping his thrusts slow at first, only increasing them when you ask him to.

Your fingers dug into his arms, back arching off the bed when you feel Tom hit the perfect spot, your moans only turning him on more. With both hands caging your head, Tom dips his lips until he can kiss you, making sure to keep his movements going, while you explore each other’s mouths.

Tom dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud a few times, making sure to give each one of them the same attention. You can feel Tom’s thrusts getting sloppier, so you sneak a hand between your bodies, playing with your clit until you can feel the coil in your stomach ready to explode.

“Fuck,” With a couple more thrusts, Tom loses it, releasing into the condom, making sure not to stop his moves until you approach your high too. “Oh, fuck…” Your grip on his curls tightened as you came, a breathy moan passing your lips, your back arching off the bed until your breasts are flush with Tom’s chest.

With heavy breathing and slightly sweaty bodies, you and Tom stay chest to chest, just enjoying the bliss of your orgasms, until you’re finally able to catch your breaths.

After a couple of seconds, you open your eyes, finding Tom smiling, looking at you. “What?” You ask, a lazy smile on your lips. “That was a pretty good way of warming up, huh?” He smirked, making you giggle.

Pecking your lips, Tom starts to slowly lift himself off of you, excusing himself to the bathroom, from where he comes out a few seconds later with some wet tissues. “Here,” he passes you the package, and you thank him, cleaning yourself up before looking for your discarded clothes.

Once Tom sees you’re about to slip your dress back on, he quickly realizes it’s still raining outside and he actually really wants you to stay. “Hey, so it seems the rain hasn’t stopped yet, do you wanna maybe, spend the night?” He asks, after clearing his throat to get your attention.

Biting your lip to contain a smile, you nod, finding adorable how nervous Tom seemed. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Tom smiles, shifting on his feet. “Cool!” He says, making you chuckle.

“Do you need anything? A shirt, perhaps? That dress is beautiful but it doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.” Tom offers, to which you nod, accepting the old Marvel shirt he takes out of his closet for you. “Can I use the bathroom real quick?” You ask and he nods.

Once you come out, wearing his shirt, with your hair up, and a washed face, you find Tom already in bed, looking at you expectantly. “C’mere!” He instructs and you smile, joining him under the covers. Nudging his nose against yours, Tom kisses you, stopping when he hears you laugh.

“What?” He asks, confused. Smiling, you shake your head, “I was just thinking since I paid five dollars to kiss you, how much all of this will cost me.” Letting out a laugh, Tom pecks your lips, “Don’t worry, darling! You get all this for free!”

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Cuddling with frat-tom instead of going to a party? And Tom telling his girl "better stay here in the warmth, what do you think princess?"

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You smile at the sight of your frat boy in your tiny dorm room bed. You glance over your shoulder at the frat house, looming over the other buildings on campus, a strobe light out front, reflecting different colors off of the house itself.

When you turn back, Tom glances up, eyes sparkling in wonder at what you’re doing. His head cocks slightly, hand still buried in the popcorn bowl. He presses the spacebar on your laptop, pausing the movie playing on it,

“What?” You shake your head,

“Nothing… you just look… very domesticated. It’s nice.” You tell him, drawing your curtain, cutting out the sight of toxicity just the other side of campus. He hums, shoving his handful of popcorn into his mouth. His eyes drop to the screen again as you near him, slithering between you and the laptop, head coming to rest over his bicep. He sighs, kissing the back of your head and wrapping his free arm around your body. He hums,

“It is nice. I don’t have a splitting headache from the music and I don’t smell like alcohol and I can go to bed at a decent time if I so like to.” He explains to you. You smile, kissing his wrist, snuggling down into him as you watch the opening credits persist,

“Oh yeah? Your priorities are so in line.”

“Hey… at least I’m not the one wearing a skimpy dress in below freezing weather. Rather stay in here where it's warm, watch these movies and cuddle with you.” He murmurs in your ear. You smile, titling your head back to look at him. He smiles, leaning in to kiss his nose,

“That’s really sweet T.” You tell him. His smile widens before his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s sitting up a little straighter, your body perched between his legs, back to his chest. He drags popcorn from the bowl between your legs, reaching over his head to flip the lightswitch off. You rest your head against his shoulder, holding your bowl up before you’re dragging the blanket across the two of you,

“Why are you in the frat if you hate it so much?” You ask him softly. He hums,

“It didn’t used to be so bad. The older brothers when I joined a year and a half ago weren’t terrible like they are now.”

“You think you’ll leave?” You ask, glancing up at him when he doesn’t respond. He sighs,

“No… I’m gonna tough it out. Greek life looks good on resumes. I’m just gonna keep my head down and go to all the fundraising events and such… but I’ll avoid the parties, the toxic shit. And in another two years or so… it won’t matter. I won’t have to talk to these guys anymore.” He defends. You nod,

“I’ll be glad when that day is here.”

“You just hate frat boys.” He jokes. You smile, glancing up at him again,

“Despise them.” You bite back. He chuckles before he’s kissing you again,

“Such a little hater.” He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. You smile, holding the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss. He hums,

“I’d always rather be here with you than there.” He admits softly. Staring up at him, you play with his hair,

“Me too.” Relaxing back against him, you watch the movie unfold before you, Tom’s lips pressed in your hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly, and comfort seeps in.

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Frat!Tom

* = smut

Average - @softspideys

tom holland is the handsome, popular, and charismatic king of your campus. so why has he taken an interest in you?

Roses & Thorns - @celestialholland

you made the mistake of falling for a frat boy

* Night Changes - @spideyspeaches

you hated tom holland in the most cliched way possible, so instead of investing yourself in him, you decided to just stay "friends", but that was ruined when he asked you to come to his birthday when he told his mum he had a "girlfriend"

* No Control - @duskholland

tom can’t stop thinking about harrison’s girl, and it’s starting to become a problem

Bad Reputation - @fahsey

you meet tom at the coffee shop that you work at, and you never think you’ll see him again, but the world seems to be on your side

Risk - @sleepyhollands

after your first kiss that night, you and tom can’t stop thinking about each other. but you’re shy and he’s got a reputation to protect - who breaks first?

Break Up With Your Girlfriend - @venomsilk

she's pretty, you think, as you watch her place your hand over his heart - of course she's pretty, when her boyfriend looks like that and even though spite curls in your stomach at the sight of tom with her, you can't help but smile as you remember the bite mark you left on his chest, right under her palm

Keep You Warm - @xoluvx

a frat party leads to a lot more

Thinking Of You - @hazofmyheart

when you say the wrong name during a hookup gone wrong, your mistake spurs your best friend, tom, to confess how he truly feels about you at a frat party

A Bet - @tomhollandisabae

what happens when tom has to make you fall in love with him?

Let Them Flow - @tomthesoftie

after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity?

Last Night - @cherrytdatt

you and tom are in a complicated relationship and you wanna find a way out of it

Red Cups - @thirsttrapholland

you’ve been tutoring tom all semester, despite his reputation around campus, he’s never tried anything with you - then he invites you to the end of semester party at his frat

Secret - @whatevsholland

your friends believe that you and tom hate each other and plan to get you two to get along, but they don’t know the whole story

Game On - @hollandspiderling

you and tom have known each other and bumped into each other here and there at the parties his frat hosts - it’s the first week back and you’ve found yourself at his frat’s party with your friends and you don’t know what to expect once you and Tom separate from your friends

Who Would've Thought - @farfromharry

who would’ve thought that the frat boy with the concerning reputation would actually be a big softie with a thing for romance? all it took was the right girl

* Confident - @glodessa

jealous frat!tom doesn’t like it when random guys hit on you, especially since none of them knows how to satisfy a woman anyways

Slide In - @uglypastels

talking online is so much easier than in person, especially when your lives are so different

* Changing The Rules - @terrifictomholland

you and tom have been sleeping with each other for a few months now, is that all you'll ever be or will the two of you be more - featuring a side dish with tom in a hoodie and backwards cap

* Make Me Love You (Series) - @mrs-hollandstan

making the move from l.a to seattle is tough, but a certain british frat boy and avid golfer is there to comfort you and maybe do a little more

* Dirty Halloween - @spideyyeet

you and tom are best friends - and he tells you how he feels

* Cinema - @spideyyeet

obviously you’ve had the biggest crush on your best friend from high school, but you wouldn’t do anything - you’d rather be friends then one of his night fucks

Trying To Adjust - @lousimusician

where tom is having a hard time adjusting to a real relationship and it makes the reader think that he’s just playing with her

* Frat!Tom (Masterlist) - @lovelytholland

five one shots featuring frat!tom

* Admit It - @hollandcrush

after ghosting tom, he confronts you

Philanthropy (Series) - @museinmind

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

Not Like Us - @blissfulparker

you over hear some things tom said to harrison and it turns out your relationship has been something tom doesn’t want the rest of the world to see

Waterproof - @softholand

you meet a very cute, very hot guy when you join your friend in an spontaneous trip to a frat car wash event

The Frat Party - @erule

tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason - now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of tom’s friends and he gets jealous

Let Loose - @the-southernbelle

where they have a love hate relationship - he's such a cheeky lil flirt with her and loves to press her buttons while she's sarcastic towards him but goes along with it anyways - the unspoken tension is so thick between them but one night while drinking, their feelings for each other come out

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x you #frat!tom #fratboy tom #frat!tom holland #fic list

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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frat!tom having the top room in the frat house and its an old house so the heating sucks and its the middle of the winter and you and Tom are in the room and trying to study but its just too goddamn cold and it just devolves into fucking sensually to keep warm...now that is a concept that I have had in my brain forever.

(Loving slutty sunday, babes Ily)

Even though this was sitting in my inbox, from an event night…I’m still going to write it now on this random Monday 😩

Warnings; heavy smut, fratboy!tom being cocky, praise kink,

“Turn up the heater please?”

It didn’t matter how many sweaters you wore, how many layers of socks, how many of anything, the brisk snowy winter swooped in and the frat house had nothing to prepare for it other than a lousy heater that would break down if turned up too high.

“I’m sorry babe,” Toms hands meet your shoulders, giving them a squeeze as you study for the last final. “I can’t turn it up anymore or else the power will go out.” He kissed your cheek, then neck, then the clothed shoulder.

“Ugh.” You groan, you couldn’t go back to your own dorm for your roommate never respected you, the library was closed due to the storm that happened outside and so the frat house was your last option.

“Take a break, you can’t work while frustrated.” He kissed at your temple. Although a break sounded nice—was much needed too—the last thing you needed was a failed final.

“Tom I—“ you already start to lecture.

“Break. Bed. Now.” He sternly tells you and you sigh as you get up from your laptop, leaving a blinking doc of notes open as you snuggle under the covers with him.

At first he starts off soft, his hand rubbing up and down your back. He gently kisses at your neck telling you how proud he is and how much work you’re doing. His words themself make you warm. But then his hand trails farther down, finding it’s way under all the layers you wore.

“Your hands…” your voice a mixture of a breath and a hiss, “they’re cold.” Your eyes fall shut as his hands go up further.

“But you’re so warm,” he breath hot against your neck. He knew the game he was playing and was going to play it flawlessly. “Why is that?” He lets his hands trail down until they are stopped by the elastic of your sweatpants.

He pushes past the elastic and slides his hands down. there were two layers you wore, first being the sage green sweats and second being the leggings, he thought maybe there would be the third layer of underwear but—

“Not wearing panties? Whatever happened to staying warm?” He teased and you grow hotter. He notices that immediately and kisses some more over your exposed neck.

“I…I need to do laundry.” The words make you mentally palm yourself for the last thing he wanted to hear was your dirty clothes and you knew that. You were just stressed.

“Oh baby,” he laughed a little. “You need a break so bad.” He moves you to where you’re facing him, laying you flat on your back as he climbs on top of you. You didn’t know how he did it, wore one sweatshirt, wore one pair of pants, it was fucking cold.

“Not fair,” you say as he’s already stripped you of the two top layers, now being faced with only the bra you wore that was like a wall between him and what he needed.

“What’s not fair Angel?” He kissed over the exposed chest and you let your hands tangle in his hair.

“You’re wearing all your clothes.” You breathe out and he smirks against your skin before moving off and stripping of sweatshirt.

Once he was stripped of his shirt he quickly worked on the sweats. He loved the color on you but he desperately needed them off. He took no time in going down, your head thrown back onto the pillow as his hands grip your thighs, keeping them apart as he starts with gentle kisses along your thighs.

He had a rule, you cum twice before he cums once, that was one of your favorite rules. You swore once you became President you would make that a law, you would make it the most important one too.

And that’s exactly what he was doing now. His fingers sliding in and out, his tounge keeping the same rhythm. He moans in a low hum which he knows sends vibrations through your body. And he was—he was fucking the bed while fucking you to get himself ready for you. You couldn’t believe him.

“Warm yet?” He teased as he felt you get close, moving faster and you grip the sheets for support but Toms one free hand finds your hand and slides his fingers in between.

“Oh god please I’m gonna—“ the brushing of his nose against your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Barely even finishing your sentence as your whole body exploded.

“Oh darling, don’t give up yet, we’re doing so good.” He smirks.

He gave you no time to recover, your body still aching as he grabs the condom from his bedside table and slips it on before slipping into you. Your hands grab onto his arms for support, getting use to his size even though you’d done this so many times.

His forehead falls onto yours as he finds a pace to keep at. He tries to press sloppy kisses to your lips but fails as he runs out of breath. Your bodies now the warmest they’ve been all winter when suddenly—

“No fucking way.” Tom stills inside you, the sound of a hum of electricity lowers as the house is pitch black and the heater stops. Your body heat was too much for even the heater.

“Did we just…” you hold onto him and he lets out a low laugh before letting out a heavier one.

“Yup.” He kisses your cheek before finding his pace again, a electricity shortage was not going to stop him anytime soon.

When the two of you are out of breath, barely making out each other’s faces as the room was only lit up by your laptop that was soon to die, you laugh at what happened.

“Holland! Fix the heater!” He hears one of the boys calls and he looks in the direction of the heater then stares back at the ceiling. Then his eyes trail to yours before saying,

“Warm enough now?”

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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That Was Hot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AU: Frat!Tom

Word Count: 2,356

A/N: Um, this is pure filth and it came to me when I watched How To Get Away With Murder and Asher said that was hot like i want you to sit on my face hot and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Warnings: Drinking, Drunkenness, unwanted Sexual advances, jealousy, face sitting, oral(fem receiving), cum eating, cum play, dry humping, frat boys.

You weren’t drunk, tipsy? Sure, but drunk? No. Your words were clear as ever but your aim was a little wonky as you stood across the table from the two frat boys who you recognized but did not know the name of. You saw your boyfriend walking up to you, always loving to watch you do literally anything and destroying his frat bros at beer pong was one of his favorite things. The boys you were up against were blatantly waisted, their aim probably already off with how much alcohol was coursing through their veins, you were confident that you were gonna win.

“We so got this” One boy slurred to the other, putting a hand up for a high five, receiving nothing but a brush of pinkys as his teammate almost entirely missed his hand.

A smile grew on your lips as you watched the interaction, and untamed laughter passing your friends lips causing you to follow suit, hunching over as laughter gripped your sides, it was a drunk laugh, messy and uninhibited. Tom’s eyes were trained on you as he watched you fall apart, he knew your reaction was overstated but he didn’t care, he just loved seeing you happy.

“What's so funny?” one of the boys inquired incredulously, his words prompting you to eye your friend again, still biting back laughter at the boy's childish response and lack of self awareness. You both knew how this was gonna go, both confident in your ability to win, so why not have some fun while you're at it.

“Just you guys thinking you’re gonna win” you taunted, only riling the rowdy frat boys up even more. You held the ping pong ball, flicking your fingers, tossing the feather light ball up and catching it without even looking, it was your silent tease, a taunt of challenged masculinity. One of the boys leaned forward, placing his stubby nailed hand on the beat up ping pong table, which at this point seemed to be held up together with duct tape and the spite of broke college students. There was a snarl wound tight on his lips.

“If you’re so sure that you’re gonna win, why don't you back up your words then,” his voice was angry, and in your periphery your could see Tom about to come over and tell the guy off for talking to you like that but with a quick glance you told him that you got it, and he respected your wishes, maintaining his stance but a little more defensive now. “If I win, then fine, you beat us, but if we win, you have to do something that you really don’t want to do” You almost cackled, his inebriation limiting his ability to even come up with something to torment you with.

“Kissing you it is then” you spoke, your voice a sugar coated venom. You tried to hold your persona but you knew that you had bothered Tom, his body tensing even more than it had after the boys taunts. You felt his hardened gaze training on you, his face twisted into the visual representation of and angry “What the fuck?” not thrilled with even the slightest possibility of your lips on someone else's. But you both knew that if you did lose the fame, a fist would sooner come in contact with that face than your lips on his. You knew that even though his eyes conveyed anger there was part of him that was proud, a small smirk tugging on his lips, appreciating the witty remark that belittled his frat brother. You turned all the way to him, giving him a warm smile, bringing your hand to your lips, placing a kiss on your palm before pursing your lips and blowing it Tom’s way, winking as his anger melted entirely and a soft smile replaced the smirk. Turning back to the boy you spoke up again, ignoring the angered look on the boy opposite yous face “I’ll play better if I am playing not to kiss you, let's get this over with” acting like you were exhausted by the notion of actually playing the game, you weren’t, in fact you were excited, thrilled by the idea of of crushing these boys machismo.

You tossed the ball, watching as it floated through the air, barely denser than the atmosphere that surrounded it. The tension evaporated as you sank the first shot, a groan sounding from the boys mouths as you and your friend cheered. One of your opponents took the ball out of the cup, drinking down the tepid beer before setting up his shot. He over shot any of the cups by at least a foot, you caught it easily, placing it in your friend's hand so she could make her shot, and she did, easily landing it in the cup and leading the other boy to have to drink as well. The game continued this way, you and your friend absolutely obliterating the two boys.

You held your breath as you took the final shot, knowing that you would still have opportunities to try again but you really just wanted to get it over with so you could return to Tom’s arms. The shot sinking into the cup, an excited shout leaving your lips as you jump up and down, high fiving your friend. Tom smiled as he saw your true joy, thrilled that the simplest possibility of you kissing someone else was no longer on the table, the only thing left being most of the cups of beer on your side of the table.

“Hey” the frat boy that you would have kissed if you lost spoke up, quickly moving to your side of the table and standing all too close. His breath was hot and sticky, heavy with the alcohol that was tainting every pore in his body. He reached out moving to touch your face but you stepped back. “I know we lost but I still want that kiss” he was pressing you up against the table.

“Um, no thank you, that was the punishment” you spoke fiercely, trying to hide the fear that was growing in your chest. The boy went to open his mouth again but was cut off as a hand was placed on his chest, pushing him away from you.

“Back off mate, leave with whatever fucking dignity you got left, and don’t you fucking dare try to touch my girl again, we clear?” Tom's voice was harsh, every word he spoke he pushed the boy farther and farther away from you, poking him in the chest with his final words to emphasize the point.

“Um, yeah, yeah we clear” the boy exclaimed, tense under Tom’s piercing gaze.

“Good, now fuck off” Tom growled, stepping back to let the boy scuttle off to where ever the fuck, you didn’t care and Tom only hoped that it was far away. Turning back to you, Tom cupped your cheek with his hand, letting you nuzzle into his palm. "Fucking cunt" he muttered under his breath.

“You okay, baby?” his voice was much softer than it had been when he spoke to the frat boy, it made you feel cherished.

“Yeah, baby, I am okay” you hummed “I just kicked ass at beer pong, I’m feeling pretty good” he leaned in, kissing your nose softly.

“You did so good baby, it was hot watching you beat them, like I want you to sit on my face hot” his words were heavy, laden with libido and the promise of a good time. Your eyes widened at his brashness, sending a jolt straight to your core, a rushed nod seizing your neck, prompting him to grab your hand, guiding you through the muddle of people, up to his room, passing couples with tongue in each other's throats, messes of red solo cups and lust. The final flight of stairs was short, not intended for the attic to be a room, but here you were, your hand wound with Tom’s as you stood in the A slanted den.

There was a pull on your hand, dragging you down onto the large mattress, the wooden frame creaking at the sudden weight of two tangled bodies on it. You landed on top of him, the soft unkempt blankets shifting beneath your knees as Tom’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you as close to him as possible, your clothed core dragging across his covered cock.

“Tommy” you moaned into his mouth, his hands on your ass continuing to rock your hips against his, the friction not something you knew you needed. Right as you thought things were getting to it Tom pushed you back, a confused look cementing on your face as you watched him.

“Take your trousers and pants off, Love, was serious about wanting you on my face” he smirked at your lust stricken features, immediately removing your bottoms leaving you bare, the dim light from Toms’s bedside lamp catching on the slickness between your thighs, glistening and making Tom’s mouth water. “C’mere” he elbowed himself up, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you back onto him, this time your core ending hovering above his eager tongue.

“Tom, I need you” you whimpered, feeling his breath on your heat. He didn’t dignify you with a response, simply shoving his face between your folds, lips wrapping around your clit eliciting a moan from you. You found yourself beginning to grind against his mouth, feeling his cheeks move against your thighs, presumably into a smirk

His hands wound around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, the added pressure of his hold pressing you farther onto his tongue, his nose nudging your clit as he lapped at your core, drinking you up like he hadn’t had a drink in years. His teeth grazed your folds, a shiver running up your spine, grinding farther down onto his face, fingers wound around his curls, tugging at it from the roots, a moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your core. He ground helplessly into the heated air, his hard cock begging for friction, the tip poking out of his waistband, leaking precum onto his lower stomach. He needed something.

Tom twisted his hips, holding you tight against his face, he flipped you over, your back landing flat against the worn sheets, your head delving into the pillows. Tom now laid on his stomach, immediately grinding his hips against the bed, giving his dick the friction it had been yearning for, wanting to feel any kind of touch, desperate for release. His hip bones became exposed as the gyration of his hips pulled his jeans down a little more, exposing his shaft further. The harshness of the fabric against his contrasting to what he normally felt, it was nothing like the velvety muscled lined walls of your tight cunt, not comparing to the tight grip of your hand, and subpar compared to your mouth, but then again, everything that wasn’t you was a downgrade in his mind.

“Fuck” he moaned into your heat, pressing his cock farther into the mattress, knowing that the feeling was building up more rapidly than he would like to admit. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that it would push him over the edge to look up at you but he couldn’t resist. His mouth not leaving your pussy he dragged his eyes up your body, toffee colored eyes widening as they fell upon your face twisted in pleasure, your hands gripping at your breasts and pinching your nipples. It broke something animalistic in him, bringing a hand from your ass and smacking yours away, aggressively groping the soft mounds of flesh and pinching your nipples.

“Tommy, I’m go-gonna cum” you cried, your back arching helplessly off the bed, your thighs clamping shut around Tom’s heads, only resulting disappointment was that he couldn’t fully hear your moans, but he say your face as you fell apart under his tongue and it sent him with you. He moaned loudly into you, cock twitching against his shorts as he came onto his stomach and the bedsheets.

Once you had both ridden out your highs he pulled away, looking up at you eagerly, meeting your gaze, your eyes carrying a similar longing to the one that was in his.

“Fuck Tommy, you felt so good,” you panted, your praising words causing a smile to take his thin lips. “I want you in me Tommy” your voice sultry, having maintained more of your breath.

“I want that too love but I um,” he scratched the back of his neck, tearing his gaze from yours and down to his cum smeared abdomen.

“Oh, I see, you got off on eating me out, didn’t ya baby boy” you teased, grinning at your bashful boyfriend, pride awakening in your chest that you had caused him to cum without even touching his cock. You were amused with the embarrassment in his red cheeks.

“Uh, yeah, I’m really sorry, love”

“Hmm, that's okay I guess, I’ll just have a different kind of treat” you shrugged, knowing what you were about to do would have the repercussions you so desired, it would leave you full in more ways than one, cum dripping down your legs as you slept, you knew what you were doing.

Your fingers dance on his flushed skin, gathering his cum on you fingers and bringing them to your lips, sticking out your tongue like he had done earlier, smearing it across your taste buds before leaning into his face, licking at that slickness that was dripping down his chin, the combined taste of your cums in your mouth making you hum. You licked over his lips, giving him a bit of a taste of the treat that resided between your lips before closing them, swallowing the rest. He licked his lips eagerly, eyes rolling back as your spunks mixed together, feeling the blood already starting to rush south once again, his refractory period dramatically shortened by your actions.

“On second thought, I think I can go for some more” he growled.

@spydeysense

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

Word Count : 4.8k

Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection.

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,”

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,”

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,”

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention.

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night.

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise.

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

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Miss Sugar Pink

prologue: sicilian lemon pie

Pairing: Frat!Tom x RichKid!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, fake dating au; enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, frat boys being jerks, mention of sex and alcohol use.

Word Count: 3,9k

story summary: Ever since Tom became a frat leader, he has always had an ideal type of girl: tall, detached, and mostly older. Tom always hated cats; he would rather die than share space with one of those furry creatures that, in his conception, came straight out of hell. Tom hated to compromise. Tom hated the very idea of being in one of those cliché things, where everyone claimed to feel their heart pounding and the adrenaline rushing through their veins overwhelmingly just by being face to face with their beloved. By contrast, you are an incurable romantic, president of several college clubs, and a familiar face on campus; it is impossible not to notice your intoxicating aura and your clothes that look like they came straight out of a cute folder on Pinterest. Oh, you also own Evie, a white kitten who is constantly in your Instagram photos. Anyway, you and Tom end stuck in a fake relationship. You hate each other; he is constantly making fun of your height and you are constantly judging his crooked way of treating girls. At some point in this story, feelings get mixed up and hearts can be broken.

"That can only be a mistake, Lia." You said into the phone as you walked toward the café that was on the west side of campus, greeting people here and there along the way, a wide, bright smile stamped on your face to mask the frustration stemming from the news delivered by Maria, your best friend, who was on the other end of the line. "I mean, we've been planning this event for months, and everyone, literally everyone, knows that that's the only salon we've chosen for our celebrations."

The smell of vanilla, coffee, and fresh strawberries filled your nostrils as soon as you walked through the door, the annoying little noise of the bell announcing your arrival to those who were already present in the establishment. Just as on a typical morning, the space was crowded with students dividing themselves among chairs, sofas, and pouffes; some entertained by their books or telephone sets while others chatted with friends before classes began.

It was springtime, fortunately, their favorite season of the year. Not only did the days seem longer and more productive, but you thought there was no better time to show off your skirts, tucked away in your closet since the beginning of winter.

As your feet, clad in perfectly white sneakers, swayed from side to side in an eager habit, it was easy to tell that many eyes were scanning your body as the line dissipated. The pleated white skirt and pink cardigan made of knit were a conventional choice, but you could swear that some girls at the back tables were pointing their cell phones directly at you, probably to look for one of those pieces later.

"Well, that's exactly what I thought, sis." Lia replied, sounding just as upset as you. "That's what I told the coordinators, by the way, but it seems that someone else was just as interested in the place as you were."

You sighed in annoyance, forcing your lips to curve into a smile before expressing a mute request to Josh, the cute boy working across the counter, for the same old breakfast. He smiled back at you, agreeing.

To say that Josh had a crush on you would be an understatement; an obvious tension had been brewing between the two of you ever since he started working there on the morning shift. He made it a point to always be the one to attend to you, throwing strange glances at his coworkers whenever they dared to approach you with indiscreet invitations and sly little jokes.

The attraction was mutual. You loved the fluffy sweaters he wore to classes and the fact that he already knew by heart your favorite type of coffee. In short, you both seemed to be the perfect match, but you were also equally shy to do anything about it.

"Do you know who that is? Maybe we can get into a deal or whatever. I'm sure I can work it out."

"Soooo," Lia hummed, sounding hesitant. Having known her for over two years, you were sure she was biting her nails on the other end of the line, "you know there's no one more gullible of your persuasive abilities than I am, but I think what we have here is a hopeless case."

Your eyebrows rose immediately in response, your face contorting into a scowl. Not that you were arrogant or anything, but you had a really enviable aptitude for negotiations, and seeing Maria disagree that that natural talent would be useful really worried you. "Okay, what do you mean?"

Josh returned with your order within a minute, your countenance changing dramatically at the sight of the berry pie and hazelnut frappuccino that was placed in front of you, both perfectly packaged for the trip. It was not part of your routine to eat there; it was an old habit to arrive early during lecture days to get the best armchair and the best seat. You didn't know how, but Josh knew that, of course.

"It was Tom." She said quickly, sounding like she had been struggling for hours not to let the said name slip out. "Tom booked the hall for a frat party or some shit, but don't say I was the one who told. I promised Harrison I wouldn't tell you."

Your posture changed dramatically, the mere mention of the british being enough to make your eyes narrow and your back stiff.

It was common knowledge the rivalry surrounding you and Tom. Some said that all that hatred was just a twisted way of showing your feelings for each other, and you two couldn't stand to share the same space with those who held that belief.

Tom was an idiot, in your opinion. He always walked around campus with one or two girls wrapped around his arms, arrived hungover during most classes, and seemed to take great pride in the long list of broken hearts he collected. Briefly, you hated the way everyone seemed to love him even though his personality was explicitly dubious.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

You blinked repeatedly upon hearing Josh's question, shaking your head before turning back to your phone.

"Well, it looks like I'll have to be absent from today's lecture." You stated to Lia. "I'm not letting Holland win this time."

Your face was as red as a cherry, your steps steady on the wooden floor as you walked toward the table Tom shared with his friends in the library. Unfortunately your breakfast had to be postponed until later, but you didn't mind that time – not while Holland smile at you as if he knew exactly what he had done.

Not surprisingly, he really knew. It only took the mere sight of your face, the sound of your little feet breaking the silence of the place, for Tom to know that you had finally found out. He swore he would never understand how someone so small was able to accumulate so much anger. Has anyone ever told you that you pout when you're upset?

Some of his colleagues started whispering to each other as soon as they saw you, but Tom didn't even bother to pay attention; he knew he would hear grotesque things he didn't condone. I mean, he really couldn't stand to share the same place as you for more than two minutes, but that didn't mean he was a caveman.

"Good morning, Y/N! New skirt?"

You and Tom both rolled your eyes simultaneously upon hearing Brad's question. The blond man smiled mischievously, confident as if he had just wooed you like a knight in a high-class novel.

"No, Brad, but I can give you the name of the store if you want to buy one just like it. You know, I'm all for people dressing however they want and feeling comfortable." You answered skeptically.

Brad wilted in his chair, Tom bit his lips to hold back a loud laugh as the others jeered and patted the back of the boy's head, causing a few students to complain about the disturbing noise.

"Anyway, good morning to you all." You greeted them, making an awkward high five with Harrison. He was the only one saved from that circle, you would swear to God. Lia was one lucky fucker. "Holland, can we talk in private?"

Tom raised one of his eyebrows and smiled almost victoriously. The boys whistled, becoming a high school teenagers in a matter of seconds, slapping Tom on the back and chest as if you weren't there. It was sad to say that you were used to that kind of behavior, but well... you were.

"What could you possibly want to talk to me about, princess?"

God, you hated that nickname with all your might. Tom, on the other hand, loved to call you that. It suited you, anyway.

"Don't play the fool, Holland, you know well what you have done." You argued with narrowed eyes. "I'll be waiting for you at the end of the last hallway."

"For someone who hates me, that really is a dubious choice." He joked, laughing low when you showed him the middle finger without at least turning around, probably already expecting the joke.

"You two are still going to get married, I swear to god." Harrison said between laughs, earning nods in agreement from the other guys at the table.

It was Tom's turn to raise the ugly finger at his friend, grabbing the leather jacket that was on the back of the chair before following you, ignoring the laughter and jokes that were still running around the table.

In a way, it was funny how Tom didn't even need to announce his presence for you to know he was around. Maybe it was the smell of his perfume, or maybe it was that atmosphere that screamed "danger" that he exuded. Either way, you hated the way his face transfigured into an expression of pure smugness whenever you two shared the same space. Pretentious bastard.

"Okay, number one: I hate you, number two: why the hell did you take a reservation when you knew I had been planning this event for months?"

"Okay, number one: I hate you more, believe me, number two: does your mother know that you curse when you are outside the palace gates?" He asked with a little smile that was only visible at the corner of his mouth, leaning against one of the shelves and pulling a piece of gum from one of the pockets as if you weren't there, as if you hadn't just asked why he had destroyed your literature event. As if you weren't there, dammit.

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes and thinking of all the cute little bugs that existed to avoid screaming in that idiot's face in an environment that was forbidden to speak even above a whisper.

"Tom, can we just– you know, work this out like two civilized adults who don't want to kill each other all the time?" You forced yourself to say, mentalizing how important that event was to you and all your classmates. "You scheduled a fucking frat party, for Christ's sake. You and your friends do this every day, like, literally every day, and we only get a chance to do this once a year."

"All right, all right..." Tom voiced, raising his hands in surrender. "I might think about canceling my party if..."

"Oh God." You muttered, already thinking of all possible forms of humiliation.

"You beg." He said for me, shaking his shoulders. "Magic words and all, you know?"

Would it be too much of an exaggeration to say that you felt as if you had just been slapped? All right, you were recognized by your group of friends as an overly dramatic person, but no one could say that this was acceptable while Tom stared at you with that air of superiority, pulling back those ridiculously shiny curly hairs as if he hadn't just asked you to bury your reputation like Taylor Swift.

"Beg?" You repeated as if his request was just a figment of your imagination, "Here? Now?"

Tom rolled his eyes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stared at you. Honestly, he had no idea why he was wasting his time with you. He didn't care about that frat party anyway, and everyone knew that his only purpose was to see you with unusually high anger levels just like that alien bug that was some kind of pet of a hawaiian girl in one of the Disney movies.

"You need what, princess? A week to speak just one word?"

You shook your shoulders, internally agreeing. I mean, a week seemed like enough time to practice in front of the mirror, or maybe he would let you go to the cafeteria and get a paper bag to put over his head like in the episode where Sam Puckett had to pretend that Freddie Benson was the boy she liked?

"I will say, Holland, but I hope that stays just between us." You threatened him.

"Whatever you want." He said, tilting his head to the side.

"So," You huffed, "could you please give up the reservation so I can do my event?"

Tom brought his hand to his chin, pretending to think while you looked at him with your best attempt at a Puss in Boots stare.

"No." He answered simply, laughing at the dumbfounded expression that took over your face before you began to distribute weak pats on his chest, as if you were chasing away a mosquito.

"Are you kidding me?"

"It's cute to see you beg, princess." Tom said with a mischievous smile. "Especially for me."

"Ugh, you're a pervert, has anyone ever told you?" You asked rhetorically, sighing. "Tom, I promised everyone that we would have a fabulous celebration this year, okay? I am president of the literature club and I was chosen for this position for a reason, so here I am, with my pride adrift, asking you to change the date of your party. I'll do anything to get my reservation back, anything."

Tom's interest in that conversation was suddenly restored, his eyebrows arching in surprise. Were you really giving him the power to ask you anything just for a stupid event?

There was something behind it, of course. You were spoiled enough that you couldn't stand the idea that he, of all people, had interfered with your plans, ruining something you had been working on for months. You would rather use all your persuasive skills with him in private than to come to your club, which he thought was rather childish, and say that the celebration would have to be postponed because Tom Holland, your sworn enemy, had won a competition that you didn't even know was being held.

"Anything?" He teased. "You need to watch what you say."

"I-I mean," you stammered, "I'm not going to wash your clothes, and we definitely won't- you know, if that's what your depraved mind is thinking." A blush took over your face, causing you to look away to cover your embarrassment.

Tom couldn't hold back his laughter, and you were quick to cover his mouth as a few "shh" noises were heard throughout the library.

"Shut up." You hissed before walking away, smoothing your skirt and crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm serious."

The brit shook his head negatively, wiping a few tears that had escaped from the corner of his eyes. God, would you forbid yourself to speak the word "sex" or something? You looked so shy that all he wished was he hadn't forgotten his phone on the table a few feet away.

"Well, I hadn't thought of that. I guess you're the only one with a depraved mind here, princess." He sneered. "Anyway, I don't mind giving you the reservation, but everything has a price, you know that."

You huffed, beginning to tap your feet on the floor. "Yes, yes, of course." You gestured nervously. "Tell me your price."

"I haven't thought of anything yet." He admitted as he shook his shoulders, making you groan in annoyance. "I'll leave you beholden to me, that sounds better than anything else. I'll pass the reservation on to your name, you have your stupid club party, and you owe me a favor." Raising his eyebrows, he extended his right hand towards you. "Take it or leave it, princess."

You stared at him for a few seconds, averting your eyes to his hand. It was dangerous, you knew that. Tom hated you, so you could expect nothing less than the worst favor on earth.

Would he make you jump in only your underwear into the lake that was inside the campus? Would he make you write a tweet saying that you loved him? Damn it, it hadn't even started yet and you were already hating it.

On the other hand, there was nothing you wanted more than to put into practice all the plans for your party that were written in your diary for what seemed like decades. Sparkling dresses, twinkling lights, and lots and lots of champagne. Maybe you would regret that decision, but you preferred not to think about it too much while you shook Tom's hand, sealing a deal with your own enemy.

"You have my word, Holland."

You were already enemies, what's the worst that could happen?

Tom: Which hand is better to write with?

Y/N: I don't know, maybe the same one I will use to hit you in the face?

Tom laughed out loud as he read your reply, shaking his head to himself as he put the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.

A week had already passed since the agreement, and of course Tom would not miss the opportunity to irritate you with text messages all day long since you had been forced to give him your number in case he "suddenly" found out what your part of the deal was.

Tom: Wrong answer, princess. You have no sense of humor.

The house was empty, miraculously. A party would take place later, and while Tom was in charge of buying the drinks, the other boys were responsible for distributing flyers around campus and inviting as many girls as possible.

If it were up to him, the celebration would go on until dawn. The drinks and snacks were certainly enough to feed a crowd for a whole week. Maybe he would also get one more night with Natasha, a second-year journalism student who always came to him during the parties.

The plan seemed perfect in his head, until the magic broke when the Skype ring tone took over the room. His laptop was on the coffee table, the picture of Nikki with him and his brothers glowing on the screen.

Tom sighed, starting an internal debate with himself. There was no way he could ignore a call from his mother; she would surely be suspicious, this being an unusual situation. After the last conversation that took place between them, however, Tom put off direct contact with anyone bearing his surname for as long as possible.

His father was about to send him back to England, all thanks to his irresponsible behaviors and habits that were certainly not in keeping with the customs of a traditional family. Tom didn't know how, but his parents knew everything he did even if he was literally on the other side of the world even if he thought two or three times before posting any picture on Instagram.

Three weeks ago, while his mother said with regret that his father's decision was already made, the british could not think twice before inventing a dozen lies to the family matriarch. To her and all his family, his life as a frat boy was over; there were no more parties, no more girls, and no more excessive drinking; on the contrary: Tom had finally settled down with a girl who, according to Nikki, was the angel who had come to rescue him from that inconsequential life.

God, was a girl really the best excuse he could come up with? He couldn't even remember the last time he had taken a girl on a date.

For better or worse, that news was enough for Nikki to convince Dominic to leave him in America for another season; Tom only needed to keep up the lie for another two years, until his diploma was finally in hand.

Y/N: I am in the middle of an important class, stop distracting me.

He read your message as he sat down on the couch, smiling before answering you.

Tom: But you still answering me. Am I misinterpreting the signs or do you want- you know 😳

It was as if he was about to have a conversation with Queen Elizabeth; his hands were sweating, and he had to count to three before he accepted the video call, smiling as soon as Nikki appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Mom." He greeted her with a smile, really happy to see her. Despite the circumstances, there was nothing more pleasurable than seeing his mother after long months, even if she was still in a different country.

"Hi, sweetheart," She waved her hand, tilting the camera a little so that he could see Tessa, who was sleeping on the carpet, "we're missing you."

"I'm missing you guys too." He replied sincerely. "Where are the others? Tessa is so big, I miss holding her in my sleep."

Nikki laughed, agreeing. "I'm sure she misses you too. Sometimes we still have to get her out of her bed at night, it seems she is still waiting for you." She stated. "Your dad and the boys went to watch a rugby game or something. It's just me and Tess here."

"I miss watching the games with dad and those idiots, but don't tell them I told you. Last time I had to block Harry so that he would stop texting me asking if I really told you that I was homesick."

"Well, that's exactly the reason I'm calling you." Nikki said. "There is a holiday approaching, which means you will have a few days off from college. Your father and I were talking and we came to the conclusion that this is a great opportunity for you to visit us and, moreover, introduce us to your girlfriend."

Tom's eyes widened, choking on air as his mother stared at him with a worried face.

"Are you okay, son?"

"Yes." He replied in a choked voice, breathing heavily.

Before he could answer his mother, his attention turned to the sound of the notification that appeared on his cell phone, a message from you appearing on his lock screen.

Y/N: You wish. In case I haven't told you today: I hate you, Holland.

"Its her?" Nikki asked curiously, causing him to stare at her again.

"Y-yes," Tom stammered, swallowing dryly, "its her."

"Is everything okay with her? You look worried."

Tom forced a smile, nodding vehemently. "Yeah, it's just a message saying how much she loves me. You'd be amazed at how lovely she is."

"Aw, that's so cute." Nikki sighed. "I'm so excited to meet her, Tom! I asked your brothers to find her on social media, but it was impossible since you didn't give us a name."

"We're still going slow, mom." He replied quickly, already starting to sweat. "I don't know is it a good idea to introduce her to you guys so soon, I don't want to scare her."

"I can guarantee that we won't make you embarrassed, Tom." She insisted. "She seems like such an understanding girl. Besides, your father would be suspicious if you didn't bring her here on a holiday, you know him. This is a great opportunity to show him that you deserve to stay in America."

Tom knew that his mother was right. There was no better time to prove to his father that everything was exceptionally well in America and that there was no reason to want him back in Europe.

Dominic was no fool, besides; he would surely find it strange if Tom didn't show up with his supposed girlfriend after gushing about how in love he was. If his parents found out about that lie, his whole life on american soil would be ruined.

"Okay, you're right." Tom said finally, sighing heavily. "We'll be there for the holiday."

Nikki celebrated, letting out a squeal as she clapped her hands like an excited teenager.

"Okay, now tell me her name, I want to make pretty towels to put next to the table arrangements."

Tom clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, mentally praying to all the gods in existence: "Y/N. Her name is Y/N."

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erule · 3 years

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The frat party | t.h.

Title: The frat party

Pairing: Frat boy!Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1859

Warnings: OC Elizabeth (Lizzie), fake dating/relationship trope, language, fluff

Summary: Tom and the reader met at a frat party, but a year later they broke up because of some reason. Now, rumor has it that the reader is dating one of Tom’s friends and he gets jealous.

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Chapter 2

Rumor has it

“So, guys, rumor has it that…”

“Stop!” Tom exclaimed, interrupting Harrison. “Everytime you say that sentence, something hurts me and I really wanna miss that opportunity today. I’m already angry at myself because of what happened with Oliver,” he said, lighting a cigarette while sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Smoking makes you even more annoying than usual, Tom,” Harrison said. Tom sighed.

“Oliver makes me like that. He’s still flirting with Y/N, even if he should know by now that she’s mine. I mean, she will be mine again. My girl,” he said, with a soft smile on his face. “Ouch”.

“Still hurts?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Tom answered, brushing his bottom lip where Oliver hurt him.

Jacob suddenly opened the door, a big smile on his face. Tom and Harrison looked at him with suspicion.

“What happened, Jacob?” Harrison asked.

“So, rumor has it that…”

“Oh, fuck me,” Tom sighed, laying his back on the bed. Harrison chuckled.

“I was saying: rumor has it, that there will be a huge frat party at the end of the year to celebrate the older students like us, that will graduate soon and Lizzie asked me to come with her,” he said, happily.

“Lizzie as in Elizabeth? Y/N’s friend?” Tom asked and Jacob nodded.

“She looked a lot like Y/N last year, I thought they were twins. Now she has changed her hair color, at least,” Harrison said.

“The most important things is that she likes me!” Jacob exclaimed. “Be happy for me just once, guys. I deserve it”.

“You’re right Jacob, you do,” Tom said, giving him a pat on his back.

Somebody knocked at the door. Harrison went to open it and found someone who Tom would have been very glad to see. In fact, he jumped from the bed instantly, throwing the unlit cigarette in the trash.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

You sighed, looking at him.

“I have an unseemly proposal for you and you can’t say no”.

“A fake relationship?”

After Tom had sent his friends away, you sat down on his bed in front of him to discuss about the details.

“Look, I didn’t want to do this, but Oliver’s still flirting with me and I have to cut this. He would leave me alone only if he’d see that we’re back together, I’m sure of it. Also, you literally proposed this to me last time, so… Wow, that’s really unpleasant. It must hurt,” you said suddenly, staring at his lip. You moved a hand to reach the wound, but then you stopped. You gazed at him. “Can I?”

Tom nodded. So you brushed it with your fingertip, thinking about how much it costed him to protect you even after your break up. How much it hurt. You swallowed, melancholy threatening to eat you alive. He had closed his eyes for a second. A very long second. Like you at the party. Maybe standing this close to him wasn’t a good idea.

“Y/N…”

“So, what do you think?” You asked, withdrawing your arm.

Tom shrugged.

“I agree,” he said.

“Just like that? You don’t want something in return?”

“As you said, I suggested it in the first place, so I totally agree with it,” he said. Then, he got dangerously close to you, so close that you thought he wanted to kiss you on the lips – and, in fact, he smirked –, but he didn’t. He left you a light kiss on your cheek instead, before whispering these words in your ear: “I’m gonna get you back, Y/N. One way or another,”

You ran away from there like a wolf was chasing you to eat you.

***

You were looking at Zendaya, hands clasped in prayer, begging her to help you. You and Tom had decided to go out as in a date in order to convince Oliver that the two of you were, in fact, back together. Lizzie was already somewhere with Jacob, so you had just Zendaya left to pick the outfit for the evening. She didn’t like that kind of stuff, mostly because because didn’t agree to your plan, but you were too desperate to let it go. She would have helped you at the end. Well, that was your hope anyway.

“Please, Z,” you basically begged her.

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed, but then she nodded. You tried to give her a kiss, but she moved away.

“You know what? This will be a dumb outfit for a dumb plan,” she said, while opening your closet.

“Z, I just…”

“You know why? Because the second, the second, Tom will try to kiss you, you’ll fall for it. Again”.

“I thought that he was your friend too,” you said, showing her a dress, but she shaked her head.

“He is, but I don’t know if he’s the right pick for you. I don’t condone what you did to him,” she said and you gulped, “but he’s not exactly an angel either. He ruined a lot of relationships even before he met you. That’s who he is,” she continued.

You sat on the edge of the bed, while she was looking for something that you could wear.

“Maybe he’s not like that anymore. People grow up, Z,” you said.

“Oh, yeah? Have you?” She asked you, turning around. You swallowed. “That’s what I thought. Don’t come to me when he’ll screw things up again. Or when you will” she stated, then she showed you the outfit. You looked at it with a sparkle in your eyes. “We have found it”.

You showered, wore the outfit and prepared in less than an hour. You were trying to wear your shoes, when Zendaya opened the door to Tom. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a red flannel on it and some ripped jeans. You waved at him, while grabbing your bag. You told Zendaya not to wait for you and then you smiled at Tom, ready to go.

“Are you still smoking?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Where’s Oliver tonight?”

“He posted on Instagram an hour ago, so I assume that he’s still with Jacob and Lizzie somewhere in the campus,” you said, looking at your phone.

“Well, so we have some time,” he said with a smirk. He took your hand and you felt shivers running down your spine.

“What are you doing, Tom?”

“Come on darling, if we have to pretend, then we have to make it believable. What’s worse than seeing the girl you like having fun with someone else?” He asked and you noticed a lightning passing through his eyes.

Then, without even realizing it, you found yourself running with Tom all over the campus. That alone made you laugh, because you felt like a little girl. If you had to describe Tom in one word, you would have said he was light. Not because it was always sunny, but because of the way it managed to get you out of the darkness you found yourself in sometimes. He pulled you out of the darkness and made you feel alive, everytime. He was the only one who could do it. Sometimes you wondered why you gave up on him, in fact. Because you had given up on the light, you, who often felt like a full moon in a dark and gloomy sky. He brought you in a part of the campus that seemed a minigolf. Maybe he and his friends had created it, since Tom loved playing golf very much. He gave you a golf club, urging you to try your hand at it.

“I’m not a good player, Tom,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’m still chasing you, right? So I wouldn’t say so,” he replied, leaving you speechless. “I was joking. Come on, let me show you,” he said.

It seemed so cliché, letting him touch you, teaching you to play, celebrate with him every victory of yours… You could have had it, a year ago. That. Tom. All yours. But you gave up on everything. It was your biggest mistake.

“Tom, it’s time. I think that we should go back. Oliver and the others could be coming to their rooms right now,” you said. Tom seemed a bit sad at your words, but only for a moment. It was hard to see an emotion flash on his face.

He nodded.

“Whatever you want, darling,” he said.

You wanted to say something else, but you closed your mouth before you could actually do it. The two of you came back and fortunately, you found Oliver with Lizzie and Jacob still hanging out. You caught Jacob attention and waved him, while Tom was smooth to hold your hand. You turned around in order to tell him something, but he was quick. One second later, her was kissing you and there was something in your stomach, like a knot, that slowly loosened its grip. You felt a weird sensation, a sort of relief. You could feel Oliver’s eyes trying to burn Tom’s skin, Jacob saying Let’s go and your blood boiling in your veins like lava.

When Tom broke the kiss, he ran his thumb over your lips, looking at them with a sort of melancholy. Fake relationships are a beautiful dream, but waking up is from them a nightmare.

“Tom…”

“I think that he got the message,” he said, taking a step back from you. He lit a cigarette, clenching his jaw.

“This is not a joke to me, Tom. It’s not something I’m doing just for him,” you said.

“No? Then explain what all of this is to me, darling,” he replied, throwing out some smoke like it was his anger.

“Yeah,” you said, but then you bit your inner cheek.

“What’s stopping you, Y/N? What are you hiding from me?” He asked, scanning your face. “Are you ashamed of something? Maybe it’s what you did, you know, the whole cheatingthing… or maybe it’s admitting that you still have feelings for me that brings you shame”.

“No, I’m not ashamed,” you said, determined.

“Then talk to me, darling. What’s happening?”

“I can’t tell you, Tom, I’m sorry,” you said, looking around. It was like you needed some air, even if you were outside. That secret didn’t make you breath anymore.

“What? That you liked throwing all away? That he didn’t make you feel like I did? That you weren’t done playing with me? Just tell me something, Y/N, anything would be better than this fucking silence,” he said, raising his voice.

“I didn’t cheat on you!” You yelled. Tom’s eyes grew wide. Everything around you two seemed now quiet, motionless. You covered your mouth with your hands, maybe to erase what you just said. “Fuck”.

Tom stared at you for a good couple of minutes. He looked at your tired and tearful eyes, perhaps thinking whether to believe you or not, then he did something unexpected: he put out his cigarette. He walked over to you, raking your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, this time more intensely. He looked tired and incredibly older.

“Now you’re gonna tell me everything, darling”.

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duskholland · 3 years

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frat!tom inviting you to one of their ragers and all of his brothers trying to be a wingman for him bc they all know he’s had his eye on you the whole semester 😂 bc your friends would be like since when did you become friends with all these frat bros and you’re like idk what’s going on rn you’d be so confused lmao.

god this is such a cute idea...my heart. cw: alcohol + fluff.

finishing up some frat!tom blurbs !!

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The first time it happens, you find it funny. The second, you feel a little uncertain but laugh it off. But the third time you’re approached by one of the fratboys hosting the party and offered a round of the house’s finest drinks, you can’t deny your complete bemusement.

“Since when did you become friends with so many frat bros?” Your friend, Val, whispers, clinging to your arm as one of the men, a shorter lad called Harry, dishes out shots to you and all of your friends. You accept one with a smile before dropping your voice.

“I didn’t,” you mutter. “I don’t understand what’s going on right now.”

You’ve barely done your shot when there’s a presence beside you.

“Y/N! Pleased you could make it.” You turn to see Harrison there, the vice-president of the frat. He’s in a SnapBack and a black T-shirt, smirking widely. “Do you and your friends want to come and play beer pong with us?”

You exchange a glance with Val, who giggles.

“Why not,” you agree.

You’re swept over to the large patio with a few of your friends, and you barely have time to process what’s happening before Harrison is claiming you as his partner and pulling you around to his side of the table. Val stands at the other end, and you watch, confused, as she asks one of the fratboys to partner with her, only for him to agree, look across the table and see you, then immediately shake his head and announce,

“Wait— no, I can’t. Stay here. One second.”

He runs away and Val raises a brow, but before you can speak to her, Harrison is poking at your arm.

“So,” he says, smirking softly. “How are you finding the party, Y/N? Anyone catch your eye?”

You furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest as you eye him carefully. You’ve not spent much time with Harrison before. Yes, you’ve been to a few parties together and played some games of truth or dare, but you’ve not developed such a deep connection that would warrant such attention. You find it suspicious.

“It’s a good party,” you agree, “though, I don’t think you guys have ever hosted a bad one.”

Harrison nods, pride reflecting in his eyes. “Well, thanks.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “It’s all Tom. He does all the planning and organising. He’s a great guy.” Harrison nudges you gently. “A really great guy.”

You start to wonder if the reason for your sudden catapult to centre of attention is more straightforward than you’d first thought.

“—Ahh, there he is, actually. What good timing.”

You look across the table, your breath hitching as your eyes fall upon the figure of Tom Holland, president of the frat, and your study partner from english lit. He looks good, wrapped up in a blue flannel and a black t-shirt, with a dark cap resting on his curls. His eyes seek yours out immediately and you raise a hand in greeting, feeling your lips twitch into a soft smile as he walks towards you.

“Y/N, darling!” Tom exclaims, greeting you with a hand on your hip and his lips on your cheek. “You look stunning tonight.” His fingers linger on your waist for a moment before he steps away, and his proximity grants you a deep whiff of his cologne.

“Thank you,” you reply, smiling shyly. “You look good too.”

“Thanks, love.” The tips of his teeth flint white as Tom beams at you. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come tonight. I’m glad you did.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Of course I would,” you say. You’d been overjoyed when he’d extended the invite to you, personally, and invited you and your friends to the biggest rager on campus. “I wanted to see you.”

It’s unclear if he’s blushing, or simply too warm, but you watch as Tom scratches the back of his neck and smiles almost shyly.

“I’m glad.” He clears his throat and his eyes flutter across the table, to where Harrison’s drifted around to stand beside Val. He nudges your arm, his elbow gentle. “Are you ready to win this?”

“Oh hell yeah. I was born ready.”

“That’s my girl.”

You feel your lips pull up, and try not to let him see the thrill that curls down your spine as you hear him speaking so affectionately to you.

The game goes by slowly, and you find yourself wondering how Harrison, usually so irritatingly good at beer pong, misses even the easiest of shots. If you didn’t know any better, you might be tempted to think he was trying to throw the game, yet Tom keeps you too busy to extensively ponder this thought. When you’re not on the receiving end of his smooth praises, you’re both listening to some of the fratbros who linger near, passing off compliment after compliment in Tom’s direction. They hype up almost every part of his person, pointing out, eagerly, and despite Tom’s obvious embarrassment, how good his grades have been, how he’s been learning to cook, how he’s a beast in the gym… Any positive to Tom that could be praised, is, and it leaves you smiling.

Much to your amusement, you end up winning the game. Once you’re suitably buzzed, you wave bye to Val and follow Tom back inside, his hand clinging to yours. You watch, amused, as the crowd seems to part for you, multiple pairs of eyes following you and the way your fingers are linked with Tom’s. Whispers follow you, and you find yourself clinging closer to him, curling your arm around his as you shy into his side.

Tom takes you upstairs. He’d pulled you from the patio whispering about a book he’d borrowed from you a month ago and needed to return, but you know that his intentions go beyond the return of a simple favour.

“This is a nice room,” you say. It’s large, and on the top floor of the frat. It’s also the room that comes without a suite mate, courtesy of Tom’s status as president. There’s a large window set into the wall, a nice double bed, and even an en-suite.

You feel his hand briefly touch you back as Tom moves past you and walks over to his desk. You watch him rummage through a pile of papers and pens, his watch glinting.

“Thank you,” he responds, looking back over his shoulder at you. His thin lips quirk into a smile as he inclines his head towards his bed. “You can sit down if you want.”

You hum as you walk towards the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress with your legs crossed. After a few moments more, Tom releases a noise of triumph and holds up the borrowed book.

“Here you go,” he says, walking over to you. He passes you the book, and you promptly put it down beside you. “Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Of course,” you respond. You meet his eyes, getting momentarily lost in his caramel depths. “Hey, could I ask you a question?”

Tom nods, crossing his hands behind his back as he looks at you curiously. “Anything.”

You bite your lip before extending your hand towards him. When he takes it and easily loops your fingers together, you smile.

“Did you have all your frat brothers wingman you tonight?”

Tom hesitates, a hint of embarrassment curling over his face.

“You, uh, noticed that?” He asks, scratching at his neck.

You nod, smirking. “If the never ending supply of shots and compliments weren’t indication enough, Harrison also threw the game so we would win.”

Tom curses softly. “He’s such a twat,” he mutters. “But uh… Yeah, I guess. I just wanted you to have a good time tonight, Y/N. Some of them just took it a bit too far. I’m sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable.”

“They didn’t. I thought it was cute.” You hesitate, your eyes shifting over his face. “I think you’re cute.”

Tom shifts on his feet, seeming to stretch a little straighter as he smirks.

“And I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Using the hand intertwined with yours, Tom very gently helps you to your feet. His fingers slip down to your waist, where they rest, touch firm and warm. You like the feeling of being so close to him.

“So… What are you going to do about that?”

You bite your lip as his breath hitches, and then you let him pull you closer. His voice is lower, huskier, and it comes out lightly as his warm breath fans out across your face.

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he declares.

You give him the slightest nod before looping your arms around his neck, and then very slowly, and easily, Tom presses his lips to yours. It’s soft at first—carrying more care than you would’ve expected—but your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the moment. It builds quickly, spiralling from a tender union of mouths to an intensely hot kiss, burning bright with passion as you feel him nibbling your lower lip. You part your lips, and your fingers dig into his curls as your tongues dance together, the kiss growing hotter and heavier as you curl in closer.

When you break away after a few moments of passionate kissing, you’re breathless but happy. You rest your palms on the flat of his shoulders and sigh contentedly, lips stinging softly.

“Next time you want to get closer to me, you can just ask me, y’know,” you tease. “I quite like spending time with you, Tom.”

His lips brush your cheek, and you feel him squeeze your waist.

“Noted, love.” He pauses for a moment, smirk biting at his lips. “Care to spend some time with me now, darling?”

You wrap your fingers around the top of his shirt and pull him closer, letting your lips brush over his as you smile.

“I think I’d like that very much.”

#this makes me soft :')#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland blurbs #frat!tomfic #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.sfw #queue!#thinking abt my emotional support fratboy :')

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flashbacks; t.holland

Pairing: frat!boy tom x fem!reader Warning: smut Word Count: 2.9K

The sugary taste of the party concoction in your cup coated your tongue as you leaned into your bubbly friend. She was clutching your arm as the rim of the cup ghosted your lips. You could almost feel the sticky residue of the drink as the cup slightly bumped your lip, your friend expressing something excitedly.

Licking your lips, you looked into the crowd trying to pinpoint the boy she was currently obsessing over. One of the reasons you were here; and not cuddled in bed with a glass of wine and reruns of your comfort show.

“Are you going to stand here all night or are you going to make a move?” you asked teasingly lifting your brow, taking a sip of the sweet drink. You were so going to regret this tomorrow. The hangover was already looming.

“And look desperate? No way,” she scoffed straightening her back; her chest almost spilled from the tight top she was wearing. Which only made you aware of your own ensemble. Jeans that were stretchy, but somehow itchy and uncomfortable and a simple black tank that suddenly felt very tight. Despite it being one of your favorites.

It was just the party. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to party; you just weren’t in the mood. Especially when your friend was clinging to your side like a wounded puppy who wouldn’t shut up about this guy she’d decided not to chase. Whatever that meant.

Taking a sip of your drink, you glanced towards the mob of people dancing, counting the minutes until you could get home. You were completely oblivious to the brown haired boy who was mimicking your moves; his lips wrapping around the cool glass of his beer.

“So who invited you?” you asked over the roaring music trying to get the attention of your friend, but she was so caught up in looking for the drinks she had completely missed your question. There were a few girls who had tagged along, none of which you were close with.

Your roommate had dragged you here, and being that you hardly got out somehow you’d decided this would be good. A good college experience.

But the loud music was thumping in your ears and thumping in your heart as you tried adjusting to the unknown environment. A cup was shoved near your face and you took it, not questioning its contents. Only becoming aware of the alcohol when you took a careful sip.

“You’ll get used to it,” your roommate spoke over the music pushing the cup towards your lips again, as if the more you drank the less you’d notice the alcohol disguised as fruit punch.

She wasn’t wrong.

It’d been an almost an hour; your body was warm from the heat radiating from the sea of bodies. People standing too close; so close you had definitely bumped into girls’ boobs and guys’ groins.

Seeking fresh air, you sighed a wave of relief when you managed to sneak out the house. There were people out in the backyard, but nothing compared to the crowd inside. And unlike inside, there was fresh air circulating.

You awkwardly stood against the wall of the house. The cool surface sent shivers down your spine, but it was refreshing. Your third cup of jungle juice was half empty, but you were babysitting it. Holding it close to your lips as you looked at the people minding their business in the backyard.

None of their faces familiar.

And none of your attention on the boy holding a blunt, glancing at you whenever it wasn’t his turn in the rotation.

Tom snapped out of the memory; the first time he’d seen you was probably an accident, but it’d felt like fate to him. Like you were meant to waltz out of the house and he was meant to see you. To cross paths with you.

It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have every girl at this party, he’d talked to a few, but there was something about you that caught his attention.

Tom watched you eyes light up as you laughed softly at something someone in your friend group had said. He was standing near the music “booth” with some of his brothers. The guys around him were laughing, shoving each other, daring each other to hit on that girl or sleep with that one, but Tom was watching you.

You had turned your back, still oblivious to his presence and still feet away from him, talking to someone he’d vaguely remembered. Your old roommate maybe.

He signaled to the person who was DJ for the night. Soon the house filled with the familiar tune. One that caused you to look towards the DJ.

Your eyes locked with Tom’s and a small smirk spread across his lips as he took a sip of beer never breaking eye contact.

Gulping, you breathed shakily bringing the cup to your lips hiding half of your face.

“Do you want to dance?” The voice startled you causing you to turn around. His breath was warm on your neck, he was close enough to taste. You turned to your roommate who had dragged you back in. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders before slowly backing away giving you no option, but to accept. Not that you didn’t want to.

“Okay,” your breathing was shaky as your heart thumped letting him lead you through the dancing bodies until you were in a small section spacious enough for your bodies.

Unsure of what to do you swayed your body to the beat of the song, your hand still in his. You could dance to it, but it was slow, too slow for you to awkwardly dance to it face to face.

He wasn’t shy. Swiveling your body, his arm wrapped around your torso, fingers still intertwined. You could feel his warm breath on your skin again as your bodies pressed together. The two of you swaying to the song.

The seconds of the song seemed to elongate. Like you were dancing in slow motion. His hands were now on the side of your thighs; his fingers slowly ran up your legs until they were digging the sides of your waist pulling you closer if that was possibly.

He was a stranger, but the way your body melted into his made you think otherwise.

Shifting your gaze from his, you tried hard to ignore him. Tried hard to push out the memory of your first interaction. The first time you felt him pressed against you.

But his gaze was piercing, you could feel it burning holes through your clothes.

Excusing yourself, you made your way towards the bathroom. The bathroom only you knew about. It was the only way you could escape the thoughts racing through your mind and his piercing gaze.

Taking a deep breath, you held to the sides of the counter looking at yourself in the mirror. In the matter of thirty minutes you’d had almost two cups of the intoxicating sweet juice, you hoped the alcohol didn’t hit you all at once. But as you looked at yourself in the mirror, it felt like you were stepping outside of your body. And you were looking at yourself looking at yourself in the mirror.

Composing yourself, you straightened your back giving yourself a pep talk before swinging the bathroom door open.

“Hey,” his voice rang in your ears clearly over the music softly thumping downstairs.

Looking up, your lips parted watching him lean against the door frame. He’d been waiting for you. While you were trying to hype yourself, he was waiting. The false confidence quickly dissipated seeing him.

“You okay, love?” he asked cheekily. You felt yourself growing warmer. A small twinge in your heart heated your temper.

“Perfect,” you said through gritted teeth. He pushed past you leaning against the bathroom counter. Crossing his arms, he glanced at the counter before turning to you. You could’ve left. He wasn’t holding you back, but you stayed put still in the bathroom now facing him.

“Remember when we-” he started saying running his hand over the cool marble, looking up at you. His eyes dark.

You tried rolling your eyes at the memory he was referring to, but vivid images of your body pressed against the cold marble as Tom held an arm around your chest urging you to look in the mirror as he fucked you flashed through your head.

A cheeky smile spread across his lips as he watched your hands turn into fists. Biting the inside of your lip, you scoffed trying to keep your cool. But the burning images of his cheek pressed against yours, his hips rutting against your ass were still too clear to pretend like it’d ever happened.

Tom pushed himself off the counter swiftly urging you to push your back against the bathroom wall. His arms stretched, so he was trapping you. His smile small, but teasing as he watched your breath hitch.

“I remember,” he whispered. The warm gust of air from his breath made your lids flutter and you felt yourself melting into him all over again. Falling into his trance. Making you remember.

It’d become a habit. One you didn’t mind. You’d show up at parties and he was there to sweep you away a few minutes after your arrival. Soon enough you were sneaking back into his house, when there weren’t parties, and you’d spend hours tangled in his sheets letting him do unspeakable things to your body.

His lips were like honey. They stuck to yours and you wanted to relish in every ounce of its sweetness.

When he’d ask you to spend the night, after weeks of sneaking in, there was a part of you that felt proud. Like you’d won this rare trophy no one had ever acquired. It also confused you. Because your relationship with Tom was completely sexual. But your feelings were conflicted and your body was starting to confuse his warmth with love.

Especially that first night you slept over.

He’d touched you differently. His sheets felt warmer and so did his caresses. He kissed you softly holding your chin as he pushed himself into you. The wave of ecstasy washed over you as he thrust into you gently building the pace until you were whimpering under him, moaning his name repeatedly. Holding his shoulders, biting his skin gently as he made your body quiver. Your pussy pulsing against his cock.

It was different.

And you’d fallen asleep. Just like that, wrapped in his arms under his covers. Like it was the most normal shit. Like you’d been doing it for years.

But it didn’t last. Of course it didn’t. Nothing ever does.

“You’re so full of it,” you whispered through gritted teeth, shaking your head pushing past him leaving a dumbfounded Tom in the bathroom.

Tom’s lids fluttered with confusion, though he knew exactly what he’d done. He knew the course of events that led to this precise moment.

Your head rested on Tom’s pillow, his cool sheets rested limply over your body as you turned to look at him. His lids fluttering open, lips slightly parted as he felt the warm rays of sun warning his back.

The back of your hand softly stroked his cheek until your fingers found their way into his messy hair. Messy hair and all he was still so attractive. His lips curled slightly and you smiled as your hand rested on the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

You felt your heart skip a beat and you caught your breath trying not to think too deeply into what this was.

“You should probably go,” Tom’s voice was husky. You blinked. Did he just say what you thought he said? The harsh words pierced through your chest and you furrowed your brows. “I mean- you probably don’t want the guys to see you,” he voice trailed off as he tried reaching out to you.

But his words were ringing in your head and you were already pushing the covers off your body searching for your clothes.

Tom quickly got out of bed watching you fumble with the buttons of your jeans.

“I didn’t mean it-” Tom tried explaining himself slipping into his boxers.

“I got it.” You snapped pulling your shirt on. “Wouldn’t want them to know Tom has a heart. Better yet, that you’re not sleeping around with multiple women, it’d hurt your reputation.” You wanted to hurt him with your words.

“You’re right,” Tom said plainly going to the door opening it for you as you finished slipping on your shoes.

You wanted your words to sting just as much as his had. You also wanted him to chase after you.

But he wasn’t.

Tom inhaled holding on to the bathroom counter seeing his reflection in the mirror. Exhaling, he shook his head leaving.

You know you should’ve left by now. The whole encounter with Tom should’ve been enough to send you out the door, but the feelings that arose were desperate to be numbed. And what better way to do that than alcohol?

“Drink!” A roar of voices erupted as someone stacked the cup on yours. The bitter taste of the beer coated your lips, its taste was familiar only ever on your lips after Tom’s were on yours. But it was still bitter; you shut your eyes trying to wash out its taste.

When you opened your eyes, the arm that’d brushed against yours as you lowered the cup was none other than Tom’s. His usually teasing look had vanished, simply taking the ball from your hand to continue the game.

You tried keeping your cool. Despite having stormed out the bathroom and holding the upper hand, you could feel yourself melting at the thought of standing next to him. Flashbacks of playing drinking games with him, his arm hanging around you, lips slightly brushing against your cheek when he’d say something, flashed behind your eyes as you shut them for a second.

“I think it’s time for shots,” someone exclaimed. It was one of Tom’s frat brothers, one of the ones who lived in the house and who probably knew everything that’d gone down between you and Tom.

“You down?” his voice roared again holding the bottle of tequila towards you. Your friend bumped your side slightly encouraging you. Shrugging, letting out a small laugh, you reached for the bottle, but he quickly retracted.

“Body shots,” he smiled cheekily. You could feel yourself growing hotter, Tom still standing a few inches behind. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your back. The guy motioned with his head; Tom reached for the bottle.

Biting the inside of your mouth, you watched Tom tilt his head at you. Almost as if asking you if you were down. The people who’d been playing stack cup were still around the table, watching your every move. Hoping on the table, you sat tilting your neck as Tom ran a slice of lemon along your skin, sprinkling salt on the same spot after.

It seemed like everyone else has faded. It was only you, Tom and your beating heart. Taking a swig of the bottle, Tom scrunched his face before sticking his tongue out. He ran it along the stripe of salt on your neck and lingered on your skin longer than you’d expected. His lips slightly wrapped around your skin before he retracted leaving your skin tingling and your heart fluttering.

The uproar of cheers drowned out, but you were quickly replaced by another girl who was now holding her arm out letting someone else lick salt off her skin.

Tom licked his lips, running a finger along his bottom lip ignoring everyone else.

“I’m going,” you said motioning towards the door that led to the backyard. You didn’t owe him an explanation, but you were left in an awkward silence, you felt like you needed to excuse yourself. Tom nodded his head giving you a tight line smile as you turned quickly pulling out your cellphone

Typing out a message to your friend letting know you were leaving, you slipped into the cold night. You made your way towards the side of the house knowing there was a path that led to the front of the house. The cold air hit your face and you wrapped your arms around your torso watching the scattered bodies who were getting fresh air.

Passing the front door, you made your way down the sidewalk. You were all too familiar with the path that led home. Focused on getting home quickly, you didn’t sense the body walking quickly behind you trying to catch up to you. It wasn’t until a gasping Tom was running backwards catching your attention.

“Tom,” you gasped clutching your chest, but still not stopping. You continued walking.

“Hey,” he said exhaling.

“What are you doing?” you asked trying to look ahead of you. Just one more block.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safe,” he said settling at your side walking next to you.

“I’ll be fine,” you said. “I know my way home.” You could feel your chest tightening as he walked next to you. You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his arm brushing against yours, his eyes tracing the profile of your face.

“Can I still walk with you?” he almost whispered. There was a softness in his voice. Like he was surrendering. Admitting his wrongs and letting you take the lead. If you were willing to.

You didn’t say anything, you just kept walking while your heart skipped.

Somehow you felt at ease, though. The flashbacks replaced by Tom’s soft breathing at your side.

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