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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Omg congrats!!! I just can't stop thinking about Tom making reader squirt for the first time and she's all embarrassed by it but tom is assuring her that it was hot af 🌷

Thank youu! Sorry for taking that long, but here we go! Also i got a little carried away, dont mind it

Warnings: SMUT (+18), dom!tom, slight degradation (name calling), fingering (f), squirting, unprotected sex, typos for sure.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't deserve what was happening right, you had been a tease the whole day with Tom, walking around the house in nothing but his t-shirt, no panties in the way, bending every now and then just to pick something you dropped on purpose, and massaging his shoulders every time you made a shitty excuse to go and talk to him while he was working.

And now there were you, head dizzy, chest coming up and down in panting breathing while you approached your high for the fourth time in a row... or maybe it was the sixth? You couldn't remember anymore. Tom was edging you for so long that all you could sense now was the wetness between your legs, the squeaky sounds it made when his two fingers entered your throbbing pussy with determination.

"Are you close, my love?", he asks, his chest vibrating against your back, his lips on your ear, bitting your skin slightly from time to time. You bite your lips, too scared of the tricky question, but still too aware that it was nonsense keeping it from him -- Tom knew when you were close. He knew your body from your head to toe.

"Yes, Tommy", you whine lowly, voice lost in between your moans and incoherent pleads for release. "Please- let me come".

"Course, darling", though his voice held nothing but sweetness, you knew it wouldn't work that easy. He took his fingers out of you and you squirmed in protest. "But only when I'm sure my girl has learnt her lesson. Do you understand why I'm doing this? Eh?"

He grips your jaw, making you look at him. You can feel his hard cock against your back, throbbing with every movement you make towards him.

"Yes", you drawl, too weak to answer something else. In front of you, there's a mirror, the one that is always standing in your shared bedroom. Tom liked to keep it that way, so whenever you both felt like it, he'd fuck you in front of it. Usually, you loved it, you loved watching yourself come undone, watching Tom take control and fuck you to oblivion. But today, today was different.

You were a mess, completely wrecked, and though you loved the fact that it was Tom who made you feel like this, you wanted to reach your high desperately.

"Everything okay?", he asks, peppering kisses along your jaw. He always made sure to ask before going back to edging you again. You nod your head, but it's not enough. "What's the word, sweetheart?"

"Green... green, you can- keep going", you respond, bitting your lips and closing your eyes and his hand slides down your inner thigh, so close to your heat. "Please, I wanna cum".

Tom gives you a harsh slap there and you jolt. "You're gonna get what I give you, brat. What is it? Did you not learn a fucking thing?"

You exhale a sharp breathe and shake your head. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I'll be good, I promise".

"You sure are", he smirks, rubbing the skin smoothly. "Cause you're my good little thing, aren't you?"

You nod and try to reach his lips, turning your head to the side. He kisses you deeply, but only for a brief moment. "You wanna take my cock?"

Before you can realise, you're whining in response, trying to grind your ass against his length. "Fuck, you're so greedy", he moans in your ear. "I'm gonna give it to you, pretty girl. C'mere".

You manage to adjust your position to align yourself with him, knees on bed as you feel your arousal slipping between your legs. Tom's eyes are fixed in your ass, teeth grazing his lower lip as his hands are gripping your waist to help you align your entrance with his cock.

He teases you a bit more, his red tip brushing your clit until you are forcing yourself down on him. This wasn't supposed to be something you'd do, but fortunately for you, Tom didn't seem to mind this time, too anxious to get your walls hugging him tightly.

"Fuck, always so bloody tight, darling", he moans, planting his feet on the mattress before starting to pound into you. "No matter how many times I fuck this hole".

You whimper, your belly already tightening as your high was close already. "Tommy, please, don't stop".

Tom chuckles between whines coming from the back of his throat, "You like begging to me, don't you, baby? Don't even have to ask, my greedy little thing".

Your head falls back and Tom gets the chance to grip your jaw and kiss you hard, lips messy and sometimes losing their contact as he thrusts his hips deeper, faster, making the sounds of your skin slapping echo through the room.

"Shit, Tom, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum", you moan, your walls clenching around him viciously.

But before you can finally enjoy your sweet release, Tom pushes you towards the mattress, making you gasp in surprise. Your hair was all over the place, the palm of your hands laying flat against the mattress as your confused brain tries to catch on what was happening before Tom pulls out of you just to bottom out in a precise and deep thrust, the last one before he pulls out again.

"This is not how it works, sweetheart. Didn't learn anything, did you? Turn around, brat", he commands and you do as you're told, rolling on bed before he takes a hold of both of your wrists and pin your hands above your head. "You have to ask for it, love", he slaps the each one of your inner tights and you arch your back in pleasure and pain. "Thought it was pretty obvious by now".

"Fuck, fuck, 'm sorry, Tommy. Please, lemme cum", you cry out, bucking your hips towards him, but all you get is a mischievous smirk.

"You're gonna come, baby, but only after I'm finished. How does it sound, eh? Do you want my cum, pretty girl?"

You nod eagerly, licking your lips as he releases your hands. He takes a hold of his cock on one hand, lazily stroking it, and takes your hand on the other one, bringing it to his mouth. He places a kiss on the tip of your fingers, "You're gonna play with your clit f'me, alright? But you're not cumming. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Tommy", you whimper, bitting your lips as he licks your finger, spreading wetness before placing them over your bundle of nerves, and you start to give it slow circle motions, trying not to apply too much pressure to not cum before time.

"Yeah, baby, like that", he moans, fastening the movements of his hand over his length. "Oh, fuck, you're so gorgeous, 'm so fucking lucky".

You moan, breathing getting heavier as you bite your lips hard to hold yourself back.

"I'm close, darling", his shoulders fall towards you, his back curving as his high approaches violently. "Spread your legs a bit more"

"Cum on me, Tommy", you said, widening your legs, giving him enough view of your soaked core.

It took him only a few more intense strokes before he came, his white hot cum falling all over your pussy, making you clench around nothing. "Fuck, fuck", he rode himself through his high, eyes heavy as he tried to keep a look on you, on your bare pussy, your wetness and his cum painting you like a goddamn work of art. "Shit, look at you", he pants, recovering from his orgasm. "Gotta make you cum, pretty girl. Been so good to me".

You nod eagerly and jolt slightly when he slaps his hand over yours, taking it away from your clit and replacing with his thumb.

Tom straightened himself over bed, his eyes never leaving yours and he got down on you, his lips hungry and precise to make you cum as quick as possible and put and end to your suffering. You close your eyes, tilting your head back as your mouth falls open to a silent moan that gets stuck on the back of your throat.

Tom's fingers enters you and he doesn't take longer to curl them inside of you, making you whine and squirm with the closeness of your high.

"C'mon, love, you can cum now, cum on my mouth, pretty girl", he hums against your pussy lips, licking until he hits your clit, his fingers never stopping his work.

The edges, the great amount of stimulation, everything comes back to you as you orgasm hits your body, making you shiver and your body start to tremble. You moan Tom's name loudly, and he takes a hold of your hand when you starts to fist the sheets so strongly it gets your knuckles to turn white.

"Fuck, fuck, oh, my-", you let it all go away and feel the wetness of the sheets beneath you, while your hips buck towards Tom's face.

"Shit", you hear him gasp, taking his fingers out of you. You open your eyes slowly, breathing still coming in pants, and it takes a little while until you can focus on anything.

The first thing that you see is Tom's face covered in wetness, but it's not like other times he eats you out. His chin is visibly covered on it, and when you prop your elbows on the mattress to take a better look, you see his hands also covered on it. The sheets have a big stain of your cum and you can already feel your face turning red.

"You squirted", Tom said, eyes twinkling with something you couldn't recognize at first, a smirk on his face, but embarrassed as you felt, you assumed he was going to make fun of it.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry", you whined, covering your face with your hands. "Shit, I've never- I've never done that before, I'm really sorr-"

"What?", Tom gasped, taking your hands out of your face. The smirk was still there, his brown eyes deep and bright. "What are you apologizing for?"

You blink, a bit confused at first.

"Don't you- uh, don't you think it's... gross?"

Tom scoffs, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen", he said, eyebrows cocking. "And what the fuck, you mean, this was your first time doing it?"

You nod sheepishly and his smirk turn somehow even more cocky. "Fuck it, we need to do that again", he shakes his head un disbelief, leaning in to kiss you. You can taste yourself, "You're so fucking hot, darling, can't believe you're all mine".

You sigh in relief, easing yourself and letting yourself enjoy the kiss and the bliss you were still on after the intense orgasm. Eventually, Tom made you get out of bed, carrying you to a hot bath to take care of you and some light sores you might have gotten, but he didn't let you go get some rest before making sure you knew that was the first time, but not the last.

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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🌷 fighting with Tom and his mum steps in to break it up because you guys are "too good of a couple to break up"

Okay, so i took it to bit of angst and it got a bit longer than expected, oops

Warnings: angst, jealous Tom.

It was an afternoon, on Saturday, you, Tom and his family were spending a nice weekend out at the beach. The weather was great and everyone was having fun, except until the moment you and Tom started to argue over something so small as jealously.

"Oh, you don't want to bring this up, Thomas", you said with determination as soon as you passed the door for the beach house his family rented for everyone. You didn't even know if there was someone at home when the two of you decided to get out of the beach and fight instead of enjoy the beautiful sunny day.

"I think I want it, actually", Tom said, crossing his arms over his chest, his black t-shirt wet from the water that didn't get time to dry of his body. "That's exactly what I want. Why would you keep talking with him, when you knew he was obviously flirting with you?"

You turned on your heels, too irritated that he kept saying the same things from just a couple minutes ago.

"What the hell, Tom! I've told you, I didn't know he was hitting on me, okay? He was just talking about his fucking cat and showing me pictures, that was all. The minute I got the hint what he was trying to do, I told him I had a boyfriend. Fuck, why won't you believe me?"

"I do believe you", he rolled his eyes. "I just don't get it how you couldn't notice what he was trying to do beforehand".

You walked straight to your room, letting the door open since you knew Tom would come to you. "Hey, I'm still talking".

"Well, I'm not", you shrugged, taking off your shorts and throwing it aside. You would take care of your dirty clothes later, when you weren't so pissed at him. "I'm done talking to you about this. And if you insist, I'll probably hit on that specific topic we both know that is much more problematic than what you saw at the beach".

"How can anything be more problematic? That ass fucking kissed you, y/n, for fuck's sake!"

"It wasn't even a proper kiss, Tom, I got off the second I felt it!", you shout, letting the frustration take control over your mouth. "And you know what I'm talking about! You know that I'm talking about the fact that you have a bunch of girls giggling and smiling at you every fucking day, and sometimes I have to stand behind a fucking phone to take pictures of them holding your waist like you were two best friends, and the fact that you get to kiss so many actresses, and still I won't complain"

"Because you know it's my fucking job!"

"Because I know it's not real and that my jealously is all in my head, Tom, because I know I trust you!"

"And I trust you too"

"That's not what it looks like"

"Oh, fuck off", he scoffed, "You wanted me to play nice with a guy who tried to kiss my girlfriend and you don't want me to be mad at it. Really, y/n? So you can tell me that if a girl came to me and tried to do the same damn thing you wouldn't be fucking mad at her?"

"I would probably get mad at her, not at you", you argue, closing your fists beside your tensed body.

"I'm not mad at you, I am just mad at-" Tom stopped himself to think better. "Well, I'm mad at you for not accepting that I have a reason to be frustrated".

You gasp in disbelief. "You're unbelievable", you shook your head, crossing the room to take a towel and finally head to a good hot and relaxing shower, "You're ruining my weekend, thanks".

Tom's face was getting red, his eyes focused on your tensed and stiff moves.

"I just saw a guy with his goddamn mouth on yours, sweetheart, if there's someone who just ruined the weekend, it was you", he was almost spitting his words.

You turned to look at him again, a face covered in what seemed disgust and disbelief. You were ready to say a whole lot of things back, but you contained yourself. The hurt on your chest wasn't worth it. You were in the brick of tears, waiting to roll down your cheeks, but you held them back. Tom looked beyond mad and that didn't look like your sweet boyfriend anymore. So you grabbed your towel and walked out of the room.

"Can you, please, stop walking out when we're talking?", he shouted, but you didn't stop until you reached the bathroom.

"This is not talking, Tom, and I better do so before I say something I regret".

"Like what?"

"Like I fucking hate you!"

The moment the words came out of your mouth, you closed your eyes tightly. That was it, the entire argument fucked everything up.

"You hate me?", Tom swallowed the knot on his throat. He took a couple of seconds in silence before his sharply words came out, the hurt audible on his voice. "If so, why don't you just go away? Why don't you break up with me? You hate my job, you hate me. I bet you even hate spending time with me. Go on".

"Stop playing the victim, Tom", you turned to face him, and regretted immediately. He was crying, his eyes red and wet. At the view, your voice involuntarily softened. "I didn't mean it in that way. I-".

"What is going on here?"

The voice of Tom's mother made both of you wake from the thick tension that seemed to be pulling you two to your own little world. Your eyes turn to the woman who has a worried expression on her face, brows pulled in a frown.

"Mum, we're kinda busy right now, would you just- just leave us alone, okay?", Tom didn't face her, trying to avoid that she looked at his redshot eyes.

"No, you're fighting!", she said, deception covering her words. "And why is that? Stop it, it was supposed to be your little vacation, why are you two yelling at each other?"

"I'm sorry, but I just can't take it right now", giving her an apologetic weak smile, you turn around again to enter the bathroom and lock yourself inside.

Tom keeps stood in front of that door, not so sure about what to do. He feels his mother rubbing his shoulder slightly. "She is breaking up with me".

He didn't know why he was telling his mother such a thing, when he knew it wasn't even a fact, but Tom suddenly felt so insecure, so fragile, thinking about the possibility of you walking out of that bathroom and making your bag to fly back home.

"Oh, no, this ain't happening", his mother turned to face him. "Tom, you're too good of a couple to break up. Trust me, you guys work so great together. I've never seen you so comfortable with anyone, and so happy whenever she's around. It was just a silly fight, I'm sure".

Tom sighed loudly and turned around, giving her mother a light touch on her shoulder, before entering your shared room.

He waited for you to come back, which took a while. You were in the bathtub, trying to calm your nerves down until the water was cold. When you were out, you found yourself surprised to see Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, head down as he seemed to be deep in thoughts. He didn't hear you at first, but when yours wet feet stepped inside, your towel around you body, he raised his head and his eyes scanned you, looking for some kind of sight of your current mood.

You walked around the room, collecting the pieces of clothes you needed, not saying a single word. Tom observed you until he couldn't hold back his desperation anymore.

"Please, don't break up with me"

You stopped on your tracks and looked at him, cocking an eyebrow at his sudden plea.

"What? I'm not gonna break up with you", you said, a bit confused. "Why would you think that? I was just mad at you".

"You said you hate me", he murmured, averting his gaze as his cheeks turned a light pink, "And I told you to break up with me, but that's not what I meant. I don't want this. And I'm sorry, for saying it and for overreacting. I- I don't think you ruined the weekend. I did, and I'm sorry for that too".

Though you really wanted to stay firm and tough, your heart melted at the sight in front of you. Your sweet boyfriend was back. He never left, but the jealously was taking the best of him.

You sighed, walking towards him and sitting beside his figure. "It's okay. But I don't hate you, and you know that, dumbass", you smile. "In fact, I love you. More than anything. I'm sorry for saying it, it was insensitive of me and I'm never saying it again".

Tom stared at you with relief, one of his hands cupping your face. "Thank you. I love you too, darling".

You lean towards his, letting your eyes flutter close, as you touch both noses and forehead. "Ya know, the weekend is not over yet. It's not ruined. What you wanna do?"

Tom shrugged. "Whatever you want, actually. I just want to spend some time alone with you".

You smile and take his lips on yours. "That sounds amazing for me".

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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🌷 play fighting with Tom and accidently kicking him in the balls

Hahahh omg i cant

Warnings: minor injury, suggestive at the end.

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You didn't even remember how it all started, but you could guess it was from the moment Tom was mocking you for not being able to hit the punching bag hard enough back at the gym, while you were training. So once you tried to hit his chest playfully with your fists, Tom laughed and told you couldn't set him any pain.

"Your cute little hands are too weak, darling, just admit it already", he said, a smile making his wrinkles appear clearly, his eyes full of joy.

You scoffed, "I'm sorry if it's not everyone that have this strength you get in all your training, Spidey. But I'm not that weak. I can beat you up easily"

You were obviously joking, but Tom made it a game. So there were you two, like two kids, playing to see if you could hit him hard enough.

"C'mon, love, give me all you have", Tom smirked, pretty sure that you could never really harm him. You pouted, thinking about a way of taking him by surprise and punch his chest. But who you wanted to lie to? You could never really hurt Tom, not even on purpose.

He had his hands in front of him as to defend yours punches, but didn't put any effort on it, since he knew it wouldn't ever hurt. You tried once, hitting his hand, and he smiled. "Yeah, that was a good one", he said, but he didn't even move.

You tried twice, hitting a sequence on each hand, and he praised you one more time. By some point, you liked it and really put an effort to impress Tom. He, on the other hand, laughed along you every time you made a face of frustration for losing your punch. Until you lost one on the wrong place.

You giggled before noticing how red Tom's face was becoming. The veins on his neck got more prominent and he looked like he was holding his breathe.

You stopped giggling the minute you saw both of his hands in front of his crotch. "Oh, my God", you gasped.

"Fuck-", Tom's voice was suffocated, as he got down os his knees, eyes closing shut.

"Tom! Oh, my God, I'm sorry!", you shouted, going down on your knees in an attempt to help him. He laid down on the floor of the living room, with his eyes still closed, as he was trying to catch some air. "Does it hurt?"

"If it hurts? You hit me in the balls, y/n, it hurts as fuck!", he shouted, moaning in pain as he rolled on the floor. "Damn it, you have a strong kick"

You almost chuckle at his statement, but decide to help him instead. "C'mon, get up, let me help you".

"What? No fucking way, I'm injured!"

"Oh, drama queen", you roll your eyes and sit back on your heels.

"It's not drama, you don't know what you're talking about, you don't have balls", he argues, but slowly tries to sit.

"Apparently, I have more than you do", you bite your lip to hide a smirk.

"Very funny", he gave you a stern look. "Y'know, I need them if you still want to have kids".

You laugh, "Okay, boy, let's take care of it then".

Tom finally gave up and stood up after a couple of minutes. But before you could say anything and ask if he was fine now, he bent down to take you and put your body over his shoulder.

"Tom!", you yelled and giggled. "Put me down, what you doing?!"

You could almost hear the smirk on his lips as he carried you to the bedroom. "Making you regret saying you have more balls than me", he said before giving your ass a slap.

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Congrats on 600!! What about reader telling tom that she has a huge exhibitionism kink and he surprises her with something? 🌷

Thank youuu! Yeaaah, this is such a concept!!

Warnings: smut (+18), use of toy, exhibitionism kink, dirty talk.

It was always a joyful moment whenever Tom's family came to lunch on Sundays. You and Tom would spend a really good time in the kitchen, cooking something special and fooling around like a married couple. There was something so domestic on it that made Tom be grateful for every weekend and realise that he couldn't imagine a life where you wouldn't end up being his wife.

And even though he was pretty sure he knew everything about you, every little curve of your body, every little thought of your intelligent and creative mind, he caught himself out of guard when you admitted something to him.

"I kinda get turned on when thinking that someone could catch us... y'know, right in the act".

It was just a couple of nights ago, when you were both teasing each other while you grinded on his crotch, his hands all over, and since then he couldn't get that out of his mind.

Back then, he didn't find any sight of embarrassment on you, but you didn't bring it up again. So he thought to himself that maybe he could try something out and surprise his lover. Sundays lunch just seemed the perfect moment to feed your little kink.

After finishing cooking and washing the remaining dirty dishes, you and Tom set the table before his family arrives. The moment were filled with his praises for one of the dishes you cooked, even though he helped you with everything else, and with slight and teasing touches here and there.

"Sorry", he murmured under his breathe as he passed behind you, his crotch grinding your ass lightly. You can't help but giggle.

"Okay, boy, you better stop it, your family is about to arrive", you say, turning around to put a hand over his chest. He looked particularly good today, wearing a dark blue t-shirt that fits his body perfectly, and larger jeans, his hair slicked back, still wet from his recent shower.

"Not my fault I have such a hot girlfriend", he smirked, putting the spoons he was caring to set at the table aside, before getting closer to you and lowering his head to press a soft kiss on your neck. "We could always cancel it and have a day to ourselves..."

"No way, Holland", you smile, withdrawing him with your hands on his chest.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot it doesn't actually matter", he said, a huge smile making presence on his soft features, a teasing tone on his voice. He brings his hands to rest on your waist, squeezing it to bring you closer one more time. "You like the thought of being caught. I think you'd even rather if I did you with everyone in the living room".

You were shocked by his words, mouth hanging agape as you tried to come up with something to say. Your cheeks were heating as the realisation that Tom still remembered what you told him about your fantasy hit you.

"I-", before you cold say anything, the doorbell rang, and Tom left you to welcome his family.

The whole time before lunch was set up on table, you couldn't get your mind out of what Tom said, being dragged back whenever one of the twins called your attention to the conversation.

"I'm gonna take another bottle of wine, what you think?", Tom asked when everyone finished their main dish, raising from his seat. "Oh, and Paddy, another glass of juice for you?"

Paddy nodded, and Tom turned to you with the tiniest smirk on his face. "Could you help me, love?".

In other occasions, you would find it very strange of him to call you just to bring some wine and juice, but you knew something was up. So you didn't argue and got up quickly, smiling at the other as you followed Tom to the kitchen.

You stood next to the kitchen's island while he was walking around and picking everything he needed. Bitting your lips, you notice the way he behaved as if you weren't even there. He was teasing you and you knew it.

Clearing your throat, you cock an eyebrow when you get his attention. "So, what do you need my help for?".

Tom smirked and walked towards you, putting the bottle of wine on the island. "Thanks for asking, darling. Very attentive of you", he licked his lips. "You seem very disappointed with what you assumed I called you here for. What was that?"

Your heart fasten inside your chest, at the sight of his hand moving inside the pocket of his jeans. "I- I don't know. I thought you wanted something, like...".

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Don't lie to me, love", he smiled, taking his free hand to the hem of your dress. "I bet you thought I was gonna take you right here, didn't you? What were you expecting me to do? Eat this pretty pussy out?"

Your mouth goes dry. Tom's hand slide inside of your dress, reaching the waist of your panties and playing with it. "No, I thought- I thought that maybe-"

"That I would give you my cock?", he whispered, giving your lips a soft peck before stepping back. "This would take us time, darling. Everyone in that living room would notice it, for sure. And though I know that's what your dirty brain wants, that couldn't happen, could it, sweetheart?".

You shake your head and observe attentively as he takes something from his pocket, hiding it in his fists, his free hand holding your waist while he kneels down in front of you.

"So this is how it will work", he keeps his voice quiet, though his actions weren't so soft. He slides his hand under your dress, pulling your underwear until it hit the ground. Tapping your ankle twice, he commends you to take it off, and you as you're told. "You're gonna wear this while we have a nice conversation back in that table", he lifts his fists and shows you a small vibrator that you were so used to, before taking it to your core.

He lifts your dress up until he can see your bare pussy, already covered in some wetness, enough to enjoy the sensation as the vibrator is positioned inside of your pussy. "Like that, good girl..."

When you're used to it, Tom helps you to slide your panties back, holding the vibrator better at place. He smiles as he watches you squirming at the sensation. Bringing his face closer to your heat, he presses his nose against your covered clit, moving his head slightly to create the tiniest friction. "Can smell you already, love".

You bite your lip, avoiding letting any noise come out of your mouth. Tom kisses your center through the panties, where a nice wet spot was already set.

"You're gonna wear this, and when you're close enough, you're gonna excuse yourself and come here again. I want you to be on edge, so we can make it quick enough to not be suspicious. This pussy is only getting my cock when you're dripping, do you understand me?"

You nod fervently, too weak in your dizzy state to say something else, but Tom disapproves, "Words, darling".

"Yes, I got it", you swallow hard, gripping tightly on the counter.

"Good", Tom smiles in approval, pressing a tight kiss to your center as he closed his eyes. "Fuck, wish I got time to have a taste before we get back", he mumbles, and before you can start to enjoy the feeling of his lips against you, even over the fabric of your panties, he get away, lust covering his usually soft brown eyes.

"Don't forget, get here whenever you feel you're close", giving your cheek a soft kiss, he whispers in your ear, "So I can have my dessert in the kitchen".

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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Asking tom if he would want to have a threesome and he asks you if you have any ideas and you say Harrison 🌷

This is one of my favorite concepts, having both Tom and Harrison, what a dream

Warnings: mentions of sex (+18), dirty talk.

You and Tom tried to keep your relationship as open to talk as possible, so it wasn't a surprise when you said you wanted to try something new in bed.

"And what is it, darling?", he asked, sitting beside you on his bed, his head low, depositing kisses over the bare skin of your shoulder.

"I-" you clear your throat, too driven by the sensation of his wet lips on you and his husky voice so near your ear. "I wanted to... have someone with us next time".

Tom stops on his tracks and your heart skips a beat. Maybe he thought it was too crazy or too filthy, even for you. But by the time you turned your head to look at him, he had a smirk on his lips, small, but noticeable. "Really?"

"Yeah..." your voice faded out. "Only if that's okay with you. I mean, I really wanted to try it out with another guy, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable".

Tom smiled and nodded once, eyes scanning your face and going back to your hand, that was resting on your lap. "So my girl wants to be fucked by two guys at once?".

You bite your lips, writhing a bit on your seat, a heat increasing inside of your chest in expectation.

"So you fine with it?", you ask hesitantly. Your nervousness goes away by the time he caress his fingers along your jawline.

"'Course, love", he says, giving yours lips a slow peck. "Anything you want. But do you have someone in mind?"

You nod twice, eyeing him to make sure he doesn't get it wrong. You have already imagine that and you couldn't lie to him. You were a little afraid Tom might find it weird or not like that fact that you were thinking about his best mate. So your voice came out a little cracked when you said:

"I thought about Harrison".

Surprise was written all over Tom's face. He surely didn't know you had thought about his friend in that way. You've once told him that you found Harrison to be a good looking man, but never took too far, none beyond this light statement.

"Does Haz turn you on?", he cocks an eyebrow, and you feel your face heating with embarrassment.

"Maybe?" You chew on your lips. That was a massive understatement. "I think he's hot. And I trust him. If we are doing a threesome for the first time, I'd rather it to be with someone we know".

"And someone you find hot", Tom smirks mischivously and you roll your eyes playfully.

"Yeah".

"Alright", Tom smiled and his gaze wandered around your face, from your lips, which you kept chewing on, to your eyes, that held a bright lust. Then, he got up and walked to the other side of the bed, reaching for his phone. "Gonna call him".

"You mean, right now?", your eyes went wide with surprise. You weren't expecting this to go so quickly. In fact, you were expecting to need to convince Tom first, you never thought be would be so easy to oblige your wills.

"Yeah. Why? You don't want it?", he asked, holding his phone between those slender fingers of his, a noticeable budge on his crotch already. You felt like whimpering just from the sight.

"No, no, I want it", you answered, and when your eyes landed on his again, you could see he noticed your stare.

"Okay", he chuckled, calling his best mate up. Putting the phone over his ear, he pointed a finger and raised his eyebrows at you. "Stay here, okay? Gotta talk to him for a bit".

You nodded obediently, as easily as switching on to a submissive state. Tom smirked before stepping out of the room.

He spent a couple of minutes outside and when he returned, there was no trace of worry or frustration on his face. He was enjoying it as much as you did.

"Alright, darling, Haz said yes. Good luck you're such a pretty little thing and no one would ever turn down a chance to fuck you, not even my mate", he licked his lips, while walking towards you, who sat still on the same spot.

"That's-" your voice was failing with tension and eagerness, "That's a good thing".

Tom hummed and stood in front of you, one of his hands going to the back of your neck as the other gestured for you to stand up. You do as you're told, and Tom never loosens the grip on his fist around your hair, eyes always making contact.

"I just have a few rules before we do this, darling", he said in a slow, seductive voice. "One, Harrison is only touching you when I say so. Two, you gotta always tell me if you're not comfortable with whatever we are doing. Just same thing when it's just the two of us, you have your safe word and I don't want you to hesitate if you feel like using it".

His eyes, covered in lust, held an equally great amount of seriousness. You nodded. "I need your words, darling".

"Okay, Tommy", you smile at him, and his lips curve up. "Is that all?"

"Yeah", he said, his face getting closer to yours as he closed his eyes before kissing you. "Oh, there's one more thing", he smirked with his lips pressed against yours, "You will always keep in that dirty mind of yours that you're mine and nobody else's, no matter who is touching you. You're my girl".

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If this is too much to ask I understand, but I was wondering if you could write something with the reader telling tom the reason why she has trust issues and didn't want a relationship with him at first, and that's because all those times men in your life hurt you? 🌷

This is somewhat personal, cause ive been through a bad relationship. I still have worries that are related to things i experienced in it, things that have me thinking about postponing looking for smth serious bc i dont want it to be drama all the time. Anyways, there's love out there and you don't have to hold on smth bad, if anyone is passing through this, just let go and put yourself first, always.

Warnings: mentions of heartbreak, mentions of abusive relationship.

You play with the hem of you shirt as the two of you sit beside one another on the small sofa of your living room. Tom was worried -- his entire face showed that off. He cared about you and about your feelings in a way that got him thinking if he had taken a much more larger step than he was supposed to.

"Is it something that I did?", he asks softly, as if his words could hurt your in some sort of way. You looked up at him, blinking a few tears away as you tried to regain some strength to talk about it.

"No, it's just- I love our relationship, Tom. I truly do, but...", you try to speak.

"But you don't wanna be with me?", he can't help but ask, and then he closes his eyes briefly, "I'm sorry, I'll let you speak. Go ahead"

You sigh and smile thankfully. "I want to. Don't get me wrong... I can't stop imagining what it'd be like to be your girlfriend. We spend such a great time together and I love everything about our relationship, from everything that is physical to our conversations", it's good to finally be honest with him.

You and Tom were in a really... delicate situation. Since the first time you hook up, you made it very clear that you wanted no strings attached. You liked him since the first time your were introduced to one another, through common friends, but you still didn't want anything serious with anyone.

It wasn't Tom. It was your past.

Everything was proving to be much more difficult through months being together, because you couldn't help but fall for the brown haired boy. He was kind, sweet, always kissed you passionately and treated you like you were a really important person for him. And there were not many people who did that to you.

You were grateful for it and you thought that maybe could deal with that feeling, hiding it, in sake of your friendship with him and the time you spent together. But right after the last time you slept together, when you were laying your head on his bare chest, his slender fingers tracing circles on your back, he whispered something that made both of your chest ache in realisation.

"I'm in love with you".

You felt a coward, but you still did what you thought was the best -- you gathered your things together, just like your deepest feelings, and made your way out of his bedroom.

It's been a week since then and Tom decided to give you the space you needed, as your replies to his messages made it clear enough. When you finally felt the courage to tell him what was going on, you called him up to your place, and that's how you ended up here.

"So what's wrong, love?", Tom asks, his voice still low as he tries to understand what's going inside your head. "Look, I know I agreed with this whole no strings thing, but- I changed my mind. I mean, I thought you did too, that's why I brought it up. I'm sorry if I disrespected your space, but I had to tell you how I felt. I couldn't betray both of us this way anymore. This is much more than just a casual hook up for me now, y/n".

You bite your lips. Yes, that's exactly what you did, you lied to him and tried to lie to yourself. All because you were too afraid to say the exact same words that he is saying now.

You run your hands over your cheeks before crossing your legs on the sofa and taking a large breathe. "What is wrong, in fact, is that... I- I'm afraid. I'm afraid this might go wrong, I'm afraid that we ruin what we have".

"By taking our relationship more seriously? How come?", Tom frowns, "I'm sorry, but I'm not understanding your point-".

"I'm afraid that we might end up like my old relationships!", you finally let out, in one loud shout, facing the ground as you close your hands in tight fists. The emotions you so hardly buried inside of your chest comes out and you feel it. You remember how miserable you felt when you were dating your last boyfriend, how he made sure to put you in the lowest mindset so he could make himself more of a man, how he always wanted to get the spotlight when he was with you. He needed to be the smartest. He needed to put you down, so he could feel like a winner.

Tom goes silence, he watches as you try to come up with a better explanation, reading through your face as you lick your lips and finally look at his face again.

"It was awful. I felt awful. And what killed me for a long time was that I couldn't trust anyone. I couldn't trust anyone could truly want what was good for me. I felt so hurt. And people always acted like I was doing drama, like I was overreacting, but that's not how I felt. I- I don't wanna go through that again, Tom, and I'm just so afraid"

Tom's frown deepens on his forehead and he gets closer to you on the sofa, hesitantly asking to bring you to his arms in a soft hug. You accept it, closing yoir eyes as you let yourself get lost in his scent.

"I'm sorry about that, darling", he whispers, kissing the top of your head. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, you don't deserve it at all. You deserve to be loved, and whoever on this earth has the lucky to call you their and treat you like this... whoever did it doesn't deserve a shit. You're so- so kind and loving. And loveable", he pulls you away for a bit to look at your face, cupping your cheeks with his hand, thumb caressing your skin. "I love you, y/n. I love every piece of you, and believe me when I say I tried really hard to be loyal to our agreement and not to fall for you, but it was just... unnatural", he chuckles, rubbing away a single tear that drop from your eyes.

"I understand your worries and I'm gonna respect whatever choice you make, but... I need to say that I'm not gonna treat you like this. I'm gonna love you, if you're willing to try it. To try and be my- my girlfriend. I can give you the love you deserve, sweetheart".

You sniff, blinking away the wetness on your eyes. Tom kissed the tip of your nose, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your cheeks.

"It's up to you, y'know. I don't want to push you. But I need you to know it all", he sighs and rests his forehead against yours.

You nod slowly and smile. He was kind, he carried about you. He was your Tom this whole time, not just a hook up, not just your secret lover. He was one of your best friends. He would never put both of you in a competition, when he was always trying to put you in the spotlight, to make you laugh, to make you shine. He wasn't a dick, like your old boyfriends. Love wasn't over just because of bad experiences. Tom has showed you that, that you could fall for another man again.

You smile widens when you give him a slight peck on the lips, making him open those beautiful brown eyes.

"I want it. I want to be your girlfriend".

He smiled. And when you thought you've seen the greatest joy in Tom's face already, you were watching him glow now, taking you into a passionate kiss as both of you giggled and held into one another to share a love none of you expected in the first place.

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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✨600’s sleepover masterlist ✨

Welcome to my 600 followers sleepover Masterlist! You’re going to find all the blurbs I wrote during this here! You can find other contents I made through the sleepover by searching for the tag “#hoodie 600’s sleepover” on my page!

*f for fluffy, s for smut, a for angst. Minors do not interact with anything +18 or marked with smut!

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Tom Holland

You kick Tom in the balls accidentally (f)

You ask Tom for a threesome with Harrison (s)

Fighting with Tom - Boyfriend!Actor!Tom (a)(f)

Telling Tom your have an exhibitionism kink (s)

Tom making you squirt for the first time (s) - dom!Tom

Telling Tom you have trust issues (a)(f)

Peter Parker

Teasing Peter while shopping - Boyfriend!Peter

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hoodieofholland · 3 years

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🌷going shopping w bf!peter ned and mj but peters wearing gray sweatpants so reader tries to turn him on in the store

Eeyyy, last blurb for my sleepover :( but finally one with peter :)) hope you like it!

Warnings: suggestive. Peter and reader are +18 here.

"This whole store is just... lame", MJ says as she runs her hands lazily through the clothes folded on the shelf.

You chuckle, shrugging. "I like it, though there are some expensive shit here", you were trying your second dress, while she would drink the rest of her milkshake. Finding something to wear to some fancy Mr. Stark's dinner was proving to be one of the hardest things you had done in a week, which were something big itself, since you had so many stressing classes in college.

So you, Peter, Ned and MJ went to the mall that afternoon, looking for something for all of you to wear in that special night. Peter and Ned went to some store for man clothes, looking for a new suit or something, and you and MJ were now trying some dresses.

"What you think about this one?", you turn around, out of the trial room, staring at the mirror to take a better look. MJ raised her head to look at you, her bored face giving place to a tiny smile as she crosses her arm.

"This one is beautiful", she cocks her head to the side. "Specially if you want a certain someone to get a boner", she teases.

"What? MJ!", you shout, cheeks getting red at the thought of Peter getting a little too excited in the middle of a dinner with his 'coworkers'. "Is it that bold? I can change it, it's not even that pretty, I'm gonna find something else-"

"Hey, y/n, calm down", she giggles, shaking her head. "I'm joking, okay? It's beautiful, it's not bold. But you do look really pretty", she shrugs. "I mean, in the most strictly restrictive standard a society can set up for you to be, but... yeah, it still looks good".

You smile kindle at her statement and turn to take a last glance. "Okay, then that's it, this is the one".

You were about to step inside the cabinet again to change back into your clothes when you hear Peter and Ned's voices coming in your direction, as if they were quietly arguing.

"I'm not gonna wear that, Ned, it's fucking ridiculous-"

"Hey, you guys", you smile and wave, giggling at their clumsiness as they never stop on their track to talk to each other. "Found mine. What do you think?"

Peter snaps his head to the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting your body and his feet finally going to a stop. His hands are still in the air, dropping slowly while his mouth was agape and his jaw tensed. He swallowed hard before saying anything else.

"So... do you like it, Pete?", you were mostly worried about everyone's opinion after what MJ said. What if you made an appearance in a Tony Stark's dinner too dressed up or showing much more than you should? What if it wasn't elegant enough to attend to? You were Peter's girlfriend and you didn't want to embarrass both of you going with the wrong dress.

"It's... woah, I mean, it's beautiful", he said, voice husky as his eyes kept tracking your body. You titl your head to the side.

"You sure? You took too long to answer, I'm gonna search another-", you start to ramble, but then MJ coughed a little.

"Y/n, remember what I told you? So...", she hides the tiniest smile as he grabs her phone and book and gets up from her seat. "Ned, I didn't find anything yet. Mind helping me out?"

"What? No! I'm not good at this girl's stuff, and you're so hard to get to like anything. Aaand I need to help Peter, cause he didn't like his suit, he really needs my help-"

"Ned", MJ says sternly through gritted teeth. "Now".

Ned sighed loudly, but gave up nonetheless, following MJ down the hall to look through some other options.

You smile at them, as they disappear in the store, glancing back at Peter, who was still staring at your body. "Hey, weirdo", you giggle, and watch as his cheeks start to rise in pink.

"Oh, sorry, I... I was just thinking that you look really stunning, baby", he smiles, licking his lips briefly. "So, that's it? Is that the one?"

Peter, in fact, would be very pleased if that was your choice, but he couldn't deny the euphoria that passed through his body as soon as you shook your head and smirked. "Actually, I have a couple more dresses here. Wanna see me try?"

You have already discarded all the other ones as possible choices, but you knew how they still looked good on you. Seeing Peter wearing that grey sweatpants you loved so much made you want to tease him a little bit more. You knew how he looked with those whenever he was turned on.

"May I ask your help?", you say as you turn around, pointing to the ziper on your back, hiding your mischievous smile.

"Yeah, yeah, sure", he excitedly said, not losing a single second to touch you, fingers lingering over your skin as he helped you get undressed again. When he was done, you held the front of the dress and turned around again.

"Gonna change, okay?", you bite your lips and before you can step inside the cabinet again, you take a look at his crotch and can't help but giggle and wiggle your eyebrows in a tease manner. "Looks like someone is enjoying shopping with their girlfriend way too much, isn't it?"

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