#and that's the point where Buck hears Tommy start to cry and Tommy NEVER cries

[mxpseudonym]

More, Even If It’s Too Much

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC or she/her pronouns Reader

Summary: Arthur falls for his innocent, young bookkeeper who doesn’t actually have an innocent bone in her body

Length: 1396 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Age difference, Manipulation, Unhealthy-ish ideals

Request: for the arthur smut idea - how about the reader is younger than him, maybe her 20s and she is somehow around the shelbys a lot and he falls madly in love with her but doesn't want to bother her cause she seems really innocent and sweet, but in reality she is daydreaming about how he would just have his way with her and she teases him a lot, maybe by sucking on lollipops or whatnot, until he just can't hold it back and somehow they get it on🥵

A/N: I felt rusty when I was writing this, but it was a joy. I hope you like it! I took a liberty and made it a tiny bit dark. If anyone wants to hear about my analysis on my own story, I may just have to share.

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He said her name, but all she could hear was a snap. 

Pulling Arthur into his office on a quiet afternoon and lifting the hem of her dress to reveal what his Christmas bonus bought her was the last straw to break under her many efforts. Her gaze lifted from where she ran her fingers over the lacy hem of her new garter belt and looked into the dark eyes of her boss. 

Arthur looked frustrated and maybe even a bit angry. His fists clenched, and his jaw tightened like he was on the verge of barreling over the line he'd drawn. Her wide eyes narrowed, and her innocent smile shifted into a wicked smirk. This was perfect. He was perfect.

"Have you finally noticed me, Mr. Shelby?" 

She was sure the paperweight that cracked against the floor was expensive, but the experience of finally having Arthur push her onto his messy desk was worth more than the whole of this shady company. 

"Notice you? Fuckin' hell, lovey, you're all I can think about."

His lips were a bit chapped against her soft ones, always prepared for the possibility that Arthur would lose his good sense like she knew he could. 

She'd been around the Shelby's since she started running numbers as a preteen. There wasn’t a day that she didn’t have a crush on the older man. He was all heart, a dangerously open book that she wanted on her bedside table very night. Now as a young lady with a knack for bookkeeping, she was the only thing Arthur insisted on taking to the London offices during the Shelby Co Limited expansion and she was glad. 

It wasn’t until a couple of years before when she turned 20 that she realized how much more she wanted to know. What did he look like when he was content or overwhelmed with pleasure? Would he ever get mad at her? About what, she wondered. She wanted to know everything.  

Tommy wasn't so sure about it at first. It wasn't a secret, after all. Arthur couldn't touch her without going red and went out of his way to make her life easier any way he could. At some point, even she had to tell him to stop making her so many cups of tea just how she liked it. The eldest Shelby had been ready to risk everything for her for ages. But it wasn't the pining that worried the perceptive middle Shelby. 

It was the look she had when no one was watching. Her eyes, only ever set on Arthur, were insatiable. And anything or anyone who pulled Arthur's concentration away from her received a glare that could kill. But maybe what worried Tommy more was that Arthur was a fool. 

He was too convinced she was a nice girl who fixed his hair with a tender touch and laughed brightly at his silly jokes. Even when she got Arthur to do whatever she said or steered other women in the opposite direction just to keep his attention, she was still young and assuming to Arthur, which only worked to her advantage.

Nice girls finished last as far as she was concerned. She may have been young and seemingly innocent, but she didn't desire the mad dog of a man without knowing him. With his inability to avoid a devilish addiction, Arthur Shelby only needed to be tempted to devour her. He only needed a little hand brushing, a compliment on his appearance paired with a giggle, a low-cut blouse. She knew it, and Tommy knew she knew it. 

"Tommy says I put you on too high of a pedestal," Arthur mused one day when they stood in the back alley of the Eden Club for a smoke break. 

Well, Arthur lit his cigarette and forgot to inhale while his eyes followed her swirling tongue around the lemon-flavored lolly. Deciding to quit smoking was an all too convenient addition to her seduction plan. She reached up and plucked what was left of his cigarette from his fingers and tossed it away. She raised her candy to his lips instead, and he was obedient in taking it, making her chuckle. 

"It could be higher." 

Arthur didn't waste any time, or rather, he didn't quite know how to go slow. It was all or nothing. It was hardly looking her in the eye or hungrily taking in her taste in the back office of the Eden Club. 

His calloused hands still had a slight tremble to them even as they pulled down the soft sleeves of her dress, leaving it to pool around her waist, but one hand pressed against the desk beside her, caging her in, while the other trailed along her skin, leaving her gasping. She wasn't going anywhere. A gasp escaped her lips, and a shiver ran down her spine when he ghosted over her nipple. She jumped slightly when his lips ghosted over her ear. 

"Are you afraid, lovey?" He rasped in a way she'd always wanted to hear directed at her. 

"I'm afraid you'll stop," she answered, her own voice desperate. Arthur leaned back suddenly and looked down at her. Now he wondered just how blind he'd been. Was she always this forward with him? 

"And I thought you were a sweet, pure lamb." 

She placed her hand over his and guided it lower, beneath the bunched of fabric, and pushed aside cotton until her breathing was shallow and Arthur was dipping between her slick warmth. And yet, her eyes never left his. She licked her slightly parted lips while Arthur swallowed. 

"How could I be when you leave me like this every day? I'm not nice, Arthur," she revealed, desperate as ever. "I'm greedy." 

She kept his pace easily. It was fluid if you could call it anything other than ravenous. Clothes were forgotten on the floor next to the holsters and the guns. Their names flowed between moans and cries, getting cut short or sighed at an exquisite movement. 

Pressed between Arthur and the wall, she was still trying to adjust to his size but refused to let him slow down. She'd been thinking about this for too long, and her own hands weren't enough anymore. Even Arthur teasing her a bit at the beginning, rubbing the head of his weeping cock over her entrance and around her sensitive bud, had been agonizing enough to make her cum before he even put it in. She was losing count of every peak she was experiencing, but all that mattered was that he moved with no resistance. Every sound and experienced movement he made sent heat straight to her core. Arthur was no saint, and he'd certainly been around the bend, but she just as hungry as he was. That was a first. 

"More," she moaned as her eyes rolled. Arthur let out a haughty laugh that she didn't mind.

"You think you can take more?" He asked, but he tightened his grip on her thighs and thrust hard and deep into her in the same moment. She could only dig her nails into his shoulder and tug at his hair with a silent cry. "What are you greedy for?" 

"You," she finally gasped loudly at the resulting deep thrusts. 

"Me?"

"I want every part of you. Even if it's too much," she whined and grabbed Arthur's face in her hands. He was looking at her, watching her, in awe as her eyes welled up and she tightened around him. "And I want you to look at me only. Just always at me. Oh god!" 

She shook and bucked against him, her eyes closing tight and her nose scrunching up. Still, Arthur kept her wish of never letting his eyes leave her contorted, euphoric face as she mumbled his name even as he followed her release with his own. She really was something else.

It was perplexing to see her transform back into the girl he thought she was. Even with her cheeks warm and a silly grin on her face from their salacious act, she still looked precious and not like the vixen dragging her nails down his back and biting his skin just moments ago. It made him want to apologize for being so rough. She'd have plenty of bruises of her own in the morning. As if she sensed what he thought while he helped her into her coat, she turned and pulled him down into a kiss. 

"Arthur, thank you for taking me so seriously." 

"Well, I've loved you for a while, haven't I?" He asked, turning again. She perked up with her usual smile. 

"Good. Because I want you to want me more than anything else too." 

He scoffed and shook his head. Something else entirely. He reached up and pinched her cheek.

"When you say something like that with such a pretty face, how can I say no, lovey?" 

[lousimusician]

Drunk

Pairing: bestfriend!fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom dragged you to a party where you may have gotten a little too drunk and a little to familar with the other partygoers.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like a part 2

Warnings: language and there are characters that take advantage of the drunk reader (they only make out but that might still be unsettling for some of you)

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You rolled your eyes, hearing the three sharp knocks on your dorm room door, already knowing who it was. You sighed placing your book down on your bed, getting up and opening the door.

You came face to face with an out of breath Tom. "Whore." You greeted. 

He smiled. "Prude." He greeted back, pushing the door open more, allowing himself in. 

"Oh, please come in." You said sarcastically, shutting the door. "Shouldn't you be at a party right now, making out with some girl?" You asked, walking back to your bed.

"Yeah, but I'm not and that's why I need you. I need a wingman, this girl I have my eyes on isn't into me." 

"Then get Haz to do it." You said picking up your book again as Tom stood at the foot of your bed.

"Can't, he's making out with someone right now. And plus it'll look better if a girl talks me up- say a girl who's been friend's with me since birth."

"You seem to get the term best friend confused with slave. I'm not helping you get into some girl's pants." You bluntly stated. Tom sat down on your bed, grabbing the book from your hands and throwing it on the ground, "Hey-"

"Here how 'bout this. Just help me out and after, you can enjoy yourself at the party maybe even makeout with a guy yourself." 

You scoffed. "Did you forget that you were the whore in this relationship." You said pointing back and forth between the two of you.

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll give you 50 bucks."

"Deal."

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Your arms were crossed as you stood at the door of the party next to Tom, feeling out of place.

Tom noticed your discomfort and threw an arm around you. "Relax (Y/N). You look hot, you blend right in." You rolled your eyes, tugging down your dress. Tom had searched through your closet and pulled out the first revealing dress he found. "I gotta say I'm impressed you even own a dress like this. If you weren't my best friend I might've-"

You put your hand up making him stop. "You better not finish that sentence, whore."

Tom laughed and pulled you farther into the room, both of you sitting down on a couch next to a couple making out. "Okay, you see her?" Tom said pointing at a girl from across the room. 

"The one with the purple dress and nose ring?" 

"Yeah that's the one. Just walk over to her and talk me up. Go." He said making you stand up and pushing you off in her direction.

You scoffed, giving him a shove yourself, before walking towards the girl. She had currently been nursing a drink while playing a game on her phone.

You cleared your throat once you approached her, gaining her attention. She raised an eyebrow at you, "Um, hi my name's (Y/N)."

"Jillian."

You smiled kindly at her. "Okay so m-my friend is really into you and-"

She sighed, "Is it the guy over there that's been eyeing me all night?"

You scrunched up your face, "It might be."

She sighed again. "Can you tell him I'm not interested. He's been annoying me all night."

"Well I know how he comes off but-"

"No, like, I'm not interested in guys."

Your eyes widened as you blushed. "Ohhh." You said in realization. "I'm sorry for wasting your time then. It was nice meeting you, I'll tell my friend to leave you alone."

"Thanks." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

You walked back to Tom, who looked at you expectantly. "It's a no go. She's gay."

"Damn. I can't even be mad at that, that's hot." 

You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. "You really are something else y'know?"

"I know. So are you staying or are you gonna be boring and go back to your dorm?"

"Boring."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine go have fun reading, prude." He scoffed. "There's this other girl I'm thinking about chatting up anyway."

"K, have fun whore." You said giving him a hug, before heading towards the door.

Tom had run off somewhere by the time you reached the exit, but before you opened the door someone called out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

You spun around coming face to face with Jonathan, a classmate from your film class. You smiled at him, "Hey Jonathan." You greeted giving him a quick hug. 

"Didn't expect you to come to a party like this." He commented.

You laughed. "Yeah, my stupid friend dragged me here, I was actually about to head out."

"Why don't you stay for a bit. Let's talk." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the drink table.

He started pouring you a drink. "Have you finished that film project?" He asked, handing you your drink.

You looked down at it wearily. You were never much of a drinker, you tended to be a lightweight and drunk (Y/N) was wild. But you decided to relax and took a sip, before answering him. "Yeah, I just finished it today actually."

As the conversation wore on you absentmindedly took more and more sips and before you knew it you had finshed 1 cup which lead to you making out with Jonathan then you finished another cup and you were now dancing with some guy you didn't recognize, he sure enjoyed grinding against you while you two danced though. Cup three had you seated on another guy's lap as you made out with him and dry humped each other. Cups four and five were a blur but you somehow lost your dress. Cup six had people taking turns taking body shots off you.

You had no idea if Tom even knew you decided to stay, but he hadn't. When he thought you had left he immediately found a girl and dragged her into a bedroom where they spent some time with each other. Tom had finally come out when it got particularly loud and what he saw almost made him pass out.

There was a reason Tom never made you go to parties with him and Haz and that was once you had the tiniest amount of alcohol in your system you suddenly turned into Tom and wanted to fuck anyone that stood on two legs.

You laid on a table as some guy licked salt off your breasts, took his shot, then took the lime from your mouth. You stood up and cheered. He noted that you were covered in a lot of marks and your lips were bright red and swollen.

Tom only had one thing in mind as he pushed through everyone, even ignoring the many girls that tried to gain his attention. "(Y/N)!" Tom shouted turning you around by your shoulders. 

Your eyes instantly lit up upon seeing him. "Tommy! I missed you~" You slurred throwing your arms around him.

"(Y/N)! You're drunk!" He shouted over everyone.

"I know~" you sang. "Why do I make fun of you for screwing around with girls? I'm having so much fun. I think I made out with the girl that rejected you- oh and have you ever been in a three way kiss, it's fucking weird." You giggled. 

Tom stopped you before you could continue, hearing you ramble on about screwing around with other people struck a chord within him that he didn't like. "Okay, we need to leave. Get you back to your dorm and in bed." 

"What! Noooo~" You whined. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."

The fact that you didn't sleep with anyone calmed him down slightly but he still needed to get you away from the party. "Where's your dress?"

You shrugged, "I think it's behind the couch."

Tom nodded. "Stay here, I'll be right back then we're leaving." He said, quickly running off to grab your dress. As soon as he had it and turned around he already saw you pinned against a wall by some guy sucking on your neck.

Suddenly Tom saw red, running towards the guy, pulling him off you and throwing a punch that knocked the guy back a few feet. "What the fuck Holland!" He yelled.

Tom grabbed you, pushing you behind him. "She's clearly very drunk you asshole! Don't touch her!"

The guy scoffed. "And when has that ever stopped you Holland. You're the first guy that would take advantage of a drunk girl."

"She's different." He seethed.

The guy scoffed again. "No she isn't. She's just like any other slut I've ever met- no she's worse. Just look at her." 

Tom was ready to throw another punch at the asshole bit stopped when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt, making him turn around, seeing you crying. "I'm not having fun anymore T-Tommy." You whimpered.

He pulled you in his arms. "Shh it's alright, darling. I got you, we're going now." You nodded into his chest. 

Tom threw one last glare at the guy then pulled you away from the chaos. Put your dress back on you and you both finally left the party.

Tom had his arm wrapped around you the whole walk back while you sniffled and cried. You seemed to have sobered up a little bit after Tom's confrontation and you started understanding what you did.

The two of you reached your dorm room. Tom turning the light on and thanking the fact that your roommate was out. He brought you to your bed sitting you down. You sniffled as he kneeled in front of you.

"Shh, darling." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, you don't need to cry." He soothed. Tom cared so much for you, he had always been protective of his friends and family but more so with you and seeing you like this deeply unsettled him.

"I'm s-sorry- I-I-I was really bad t-tonight." You whimpered.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't blame yourself. You were drunk and those assholes took advantage of that. I'm sorry I didn't know what was going on sooner."

"It's n-not your f-fault either. You didn't know I-I stayed." 

Tom sighed. " 'M gonna stay with you tonight, tomorrow's Saturday so I can spend the day with you then too." You nodded. "Do you need help changing or can you do it yourself?" 

"I can d-do it by myself." You said, but as you tried standing up you stumbled into Tom. 

"Help it is." He laughed slightly. 

He pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, making it fall around your feet. Tom really got to assess the damage up close as he took you in. You were covered in hickeys from neck to breast, some were purple, red, and some even had bite marks in them. You had scratches covering your thighs and back. And bruised hips. Tom felt anger amd something possessive come over him and he pulled you into a hug. 

"T-tommy? Are you okay?"

He came back to reality and pulled away. "Yeah sorry." He said going to your drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts and once he looked through your shirt drawer he felt that possessive feeling tug at him again when he spotted one of his t-shirts. He grabbed it and quickly helped you change into them. 

He helped you into bed and he climbed in next to you, pulling you into him. You cuddled further into him, feeling comforted by his scent and familiar touch.

You almost immediately fell asleep while Tom on the other hand found himself unable to sleep.

Tom stayed up, trying to make sense of what he was feeling about the entire situation.

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[hholyholland]

buwygf, ib

pairing: cheater! tom holland x reader

warnings: cheating, smut just pure smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), lowkey trash talking, praise, nicknames

word count: 2.4k

note: cheating is not okay but ariana grande made me write this cause it was the only inspiration i had last night. btw i wrote this at 2 am so i'm sorry if it's bad and it's also my first smut imagine so :)

Y/N clicked send and patiently waited for a response, her exposed leg bounced up and down looking up from the phone and around the room.

Her acrylic nail tapped against the glass she was holding, a mean but determined look on her face.

Her neck glowed under the dim lights, the silk of her dress illuminated her skin, her body sparkling with sweat that she made look oh, so pretty.

Her phone buzzed on the bar and she instantly looked at it, a smirk grew on her lips and she felt her blood boil with excitement.

Come ‘ere love.

She left the glass on the table and strutted out of the club, her heels clicked loudly as she made her way to his hotel. It was only two blocks away from her destination.

She had told him a million times, every time they were done she'd tell him before leaving once again, “break up with her tommy, im fucking bored.”

Sure it'd look a bit bad for him if he broke up with Z and was instantly seen with another girl, but if anyone were to find out what the two of you were doing at this moment it'd be even worse.

You were friendly with her, you hung out with them. You saw him hold her hand, or her waist always having her close, if only she knew. You'd hug her, go out with her, and spend nights with her.

She'd talk about him so highly, being in love, and there were times where you actually felt.. guilty, but there was just something so intoxicating and so fun about what the two of you were doing behind everyone's back.

You walked into the hotel and gave an innocent smile at the people at the desk walking to the elevators. You made your way up to his room and prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

You approached the white door lightly knocking on it, it flung open, the do not disturb sign almost falling, and you were roughy pulled into the room.

Your back hit the wall and his lips met yours, your hands instantly flew to his hair tugging lightly. His fingers dug into your hips making you whimper,

“Tom”

“You look so good princess, what's got you all dressed up?” He pulled back to take a good look at you.

“Decided to hit the club, but I could ask you the same thing.” You pulled on his unbuttoned collar that exposed his chest.

“Stupid date night.” He mumbled before reaching behind you and dragging his fingers down your bare back, his lips going to your throat.

You shivered against his touch, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before throwing it off.

Tom's lips met yours again and he pushed you towards the bed hovering over you and pushing his knee between your legs.

“This dress is so pretty, I almost wanna fuck you with it on.” He ran his hand up your thigh, pushing the silly fabric up so it was bunched up around your stomach.

He let out a small fuck after seeing what you were wearing, rubbing his fingers up and down your already wet core.

You let out a little whine, pouting up at him through your lashes.

“Do something Tommy, please.” You begged, he loved hearing you whine and beg.

He chuckled before slipping his fingers into your panties, teasing your entrance before pushing two fingers into you, giving you no time to adjust to them.

You moaned out his name as he fingered you, loving the way it felt, getting relief.

“You like it when I finger you don't you princess?” Tom's fingers sped up and went deeper, the tips scratching at your g-spot.

“Fuck yes baby, I love it so much.” You grabbed his forearm and threw your head back into the sheets, feeling close. “Tommy, I'm gonna-”

“Go ahead love, cum all over my fingers.” His thumb rubbed circles on your clit and you moaned feeling your orgasm wash over you, “Yes that's it darlin.”

Tom slowly pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to his lips and licking your juices off of them. The sight of him doing so turned you on even more, you wanted him.

He leaned down and kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you would take yourself. He pulled your panties off, throwing them across the room before tugging your dress off as well, throwing it wherever.

“My pretty girl.” He cooed, tracing his hand over your bare chest, you hadn't worn a bra.

He kissed down your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, his other hand playing with the other, his fingers tweaking your nipple.

He switched before kissing around them, sucking into your skin to leave hickeys. Tom grounded his hips into yours, making you whimper at the friction.

His pants brushed against your soaking core, waiting to be relieved.

“Tommy I want you.” You pulled him back up to you, your hands going down to his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his hips.

He chuckled but nodded, pushing them off and discarding them with the rest of the clothing.

“One more thing” Tom smirked kissing down your body, leaving hickeys along the way, his fingers pressing into your thighs that would surely leave bruises.

He suddenly took a big lick up your core, making you jump and moan out. His lips sucked on your clit, his tongue licking around the area before he grabbed your thighs and pulled them over his shoulders.

He attacked your core with his mouth, dipping his tongue in you. You moaned out his name, gripping at his hair and your back lifting off of the bed.

Your hips bucked up as he continued to fuck you with his tongue, one of his arms came up to push your hips down while the other worked on your clit.

“Tom, baby, I'm gonna be so sensitive.” You whimpered, gripping the sheets.

“That's the point darling.” He spoke, sending vibrations up your body which pushed you even closer to the edge.

Your hips bucked against his arm and he moved his hands to your lower back, he sucked on your clit and sped up his pace, causing you to moan out and arch your back.

“Tommy.” You cried out, your second orgasm of the night ripping through you. He licked up your mess before standing up and wiping his mouth.

“How do you feel love?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your jaw and down to your neck.

“‘M tired.” You hummed, he chuckled before pushing his boxers down his legs giving himself a couple of strokes.

“The night is just getting started babe.” He ran his tip up and down your sensitive core, making you whimper.

He pushed his tip in, letting out a sigh loving the way you felt around him, he continued to push in filling you up before his hips met yours.

Tom wasted no time before pulling out and slamming right back into you, making you moan out quite loudly. You let out moans of pleasures and little whimpers, which drove Tom more.

He shifted so he was on his knees and grabbed your thighs, putting your knees up to his hips and his hands going to your hips, thrusting into you at the angle which made you scream.

His tip hit your g-spot and you cried out, gripping his arm.

“You're so good Tommy.” You whimpered out looking up at him, he looked so pretty, sweat glistening above his brow, his brows furrowed and his tongue between his teeth as he focused on you.

“You always take my cock so well, you're such a good girl.” He grunted going even faster, the only sounds in the room was your skin slapping and your moans and whimpers.

The familiar knot grew in your stomach and you whined, “Tom I'm so close.”

“Let's go baby, I know you can do it.” He encouraged, his grip on your hips getting tighter, and one hand reached down to play with your clit.

“Fuck yes Tommy, keep going.” You moaned out, the knot grew tighter and you felt yourself coming close to undone. “Tom-”

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock like I know you love.” He praised you, pressing his thumb almost painfully into your clit.

And it was all you needed before you were practically seeing stars, the third orgasm washing over you, you called out his name and arched your back feeling him still inside of you.

Tom milked out your high, before pulling out and dropping your thighs. You were about to tell him he didn't finish, but before you could he pushed you onto your stomach.

“Ass up love.”

“Tommy I don't know-”

“Yes you can baby, be a good girl.” He growled in your ear, giving you a slap on the ass before rubbing himself up and down your folds.

You sat weakly on your forearms, Tom's hands gripping your hips before he pushed himself into you, instantly driving his hips into your behind.

“You always do so well with me, does any other guy fuck you like this?” He grunted, tugging at your hair.

“N-no, only you Tom. Only you can make me feel this good.” You moaned out, feeling your arms wanting to give out.

“Would you ever fuck her like this? Do you ever call her your good girl?”

“Fuck no, you're my only girl. You take my cock so well, you fit so perfectly around me baby.” He ran his lips up your back, his warm breath sending chills down your skin.

“Tom, I, I don't know if I can handle this one.” You whimpered out, dropping into the sheets.

“Yes you can, good girls always cum for me.” He growled, pulling you up and pulling out before grabbing you and picking you up.

He slammed you against the wall before thrusting up into you, making you cry out. You had never been fucked like that before, but you loved it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck, digging your face into the crook of it and leaving sloppy kisses, kissing up his neck and into his sharp jawline.

“Tommy.” You whined into his ear, which drove him crazy. His cock roughy hit your g-spot making you scream his name, “Right there baby, fuck, please don't stop fucking me.”

“God you make me feel so good, you're cock is so fucking good.” You praised him feeling your orgasm coming in really close.

“I don't want you to fuck anyone else Tommy, only me.” You pouted looking at him and into his eyes.

He pushed you deeper into the wall and rubbed your clit, and you came undone.

This orgasm shredded through your body and you almost fell limp if it wasn't for his tight grip.

“Tom” you whined out, feeling your orgasm still going, cum dripping down his cock, your walls clenching around him.

“'M almost there pretty girl, just hold on.” He grunted, and you nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and looking over his shoulder and into the mirror.

It was a sight to see, Tom's back glistening in sweat with your arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, his hips pounding into yours.

“Fuck Tommy, we look so good. You look so good, my handsome boy, fucking me so well against this wall yeah?” You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at it.

“You're my king, you treat me like a fucking queen.” You sucked at his jaw.

“Cum for me Tommy, I know you want to.” You clenched around him, and he let out a low moan.

“Do that again baby.”

You did it over and over again giving him multiple praises before he was finally shooting his load into you.

“Your cum feels so good in me Tom.” You purred, softly biting his ear. He slowly thrusted a few more times before leading you both back to the bed, laying you down on the bed before slowly pulling out.

Cum oozed out and you let out a slight whimper at the loss of contact, his cock was white, covered in your cum.

“I think that was one of our best ones hm?” He lightly chuckled leaning down to kiss you.

“Mhm, you've never fucked me against a wall before.” You smiled at him.

“Is this your way of telling me to do it more often?”

You nodded and bit your lip, seeing him walk to the bathroom to clean up.

You let out a sigh and looked down between your legs, seeing a whole ass mess, some of it was still coming out. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes, hearing Tom come back.

You felt something press against your core and you jumped up, practically flinching away cause of how sensitive you were.

“Relax love, I'm just cleaning you up.” Tom chuckled, loving the effect he had on you.

You nodded and let him before he dressed you in one of his shirts and a pair of clean boxers. He threw on a pair of sweats before climbing back into bed with you.

“You sure it's okay for me to spend the night?”

“Yeah, no one's coming by the hotel we're all meeting at the other hotel for press.” He told you, pulling you into his chest.

You nodded and sat in silence for a little bit before speaking up, “Tommy?”

“Hm?”

“Break up with your girlfriend."

He didn't say anything and you looked up at him, he was just staring at the ceiling, “Tom?”

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Don't worry I will, tomorrow night so it can just be me and you again. I'm bored of her anyway.” He reassured you, giving a smile.

“Good, I want you all to myself.” You ran your fingers through his hair, looking up at his pretty face.

“I know baby. I know,” he pressed a light and gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away, “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too Tom,” you smiled, kissing his lips once more.

There was still a lot to talk about, and a lot to figure out, but in that moment neither one of you cared. You were finally gonna be happy together, and you had each other.

And although what you were doing wasn't right, you didn't care.

He was yours.

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Ten Part 2  | T.H.

Inspired by Ten by Joe Kirk

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom loved his best friend. When she went out with another guy and the date went wrong, Tom was fed up with seeing her hurt, so he confessed and shows her how she deserved to be treated.

Warnings: SMUT, romantic love making, fluff.

Word Count: 2,196

Author’s Notes: Okay, this is the part we all have been waiting on. Enjoy!

She started to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist tightly, surely to leave a small bruise. He was still really drunk, and she could infer that he was an angry drunk by his actions tonight. His voice growled over the loud music, “You can leave when I tell you can leave.”

That’s when she got a little scared. She had never seen him like this and she still had a lot of trusting to do with this guy, and the way he’s acting is making her lose any trust she had for him. She tried to pry his fingers away from her wrist, but he tightened his grip. “Really, I need to go.” she said.

“I said-” he raised his hand as if he was going to hit her, but then he was thrown off of her by some other dude.

“Don’t hit her, you idiot!” This guy yelled. And with that said, her date threw a punched and it was a full-on brawl from there.

This was her chance to escape, so she quickly headed for the door. Tears welled up in her eyes as she climbed the small stairs of the bar. She was on the other side of town, so she would need to take a cab home, but she wasn’t close to where most of the cabs were, so she had to talk a little way. As she walked up the street, she couldn’t control the sobs that escaped her lips. By the time she got to the Main Street, it was around 9ish. Her sobs had died down, but she felt empty and tired. Her phone then rang. She looked at the bright screen to see Tom’s picture as drops of rain started to drizzle onto her phone. She was relieved and answered it quickly. “Hello?” She said, shakily.

“Hey, I- wait, are you okay?” He said with slight panic in his voice.

She started to cry again, “No,” she sniffed. “I’m not.”

“Why? What happened? Do I need to come get you?”

“No, Tommy, I’ll be okay. I’m getting into a cab right now. The Sherwood, please.” You said.

“What happened?” Tom gently asked again.

She tried to compose herself, “It was fine until we went to the bar. He got plastered and tried to grab onto me. I was clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. I just wanted to leave, but he got angry and almost hit me, but another guy pushed him away and he started a bar fight. So, I left.”

To hear her say something like that broke his heart. Who on earth would want to hurt her like that? He ran his fingers through his curls, “Are you okay?”

“I will be, I guess,” she sighed. “I just need to sleep it off.”

“I can come over.” Tom suggested.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, and then spoke, “yeah. I really need you right about now.”

“Okay. I’m coming as fast as I can. I’ll be there by ten.” He pulled out some cash and laid it on the counter.

“Thanks, Tom. I love you.” She said. But she meant it in a friend way, as she had always meant it every time she told him she loved him.

“I love you, too.” he said, although every time Tom said it, he meant it way more than a friend ever would.

Distant thunder rolled as she hung up the phone, and sat there in silence, watching the rain hit the window.

She arrived at her flat, paid the cabbie, and went to her room. She was angry at herself for falling into this trap once again, knowing this was how it was going to end. She changed and took her smeared makeup off, and started to cry again, this time these tears were angry. She just wanted to scream, but what would be the point? She’d still feel the same even if she did. She sat on her bed and cried. Why does she do this to herself? Why couldn’t she be happy? What did she do that caused her to live her life alone? She was a very loving person. She had so much love to give someone who wanted it, but she could never find anyone to take it.

She heard a knock on the door, not realizing how long she had been lying there crying into her pillow. She got up and went to answer the door, knowing it was Tom. Twisting the knob, she opened it, seeing Tom’s concerned face, his hair damp from the storm outside. Just being around him made her feel calm and the way he looked at her with those beautiful chocolate eyes made her feel so safe. She instantly hugged him, wanting to feel his comforting touch.

“Shh. It’s going to be okay.” He soothed as he petted her hair.

“Tom, I’m so broken.” She cried into his chest.

“I know. I know.” he said, and then held her to let her cry.

He then pulled her away to look at her. He tucked the stray hairs behind her ear and caressed her cheek. “I don’t even know why you put yourself through that again and again. It’s must be exhausting.” He eyes reflected her pain and brokenness.

She turned away from him. “What do you want me to do, Tom?” She paused, breathing heavy. He was unsure of what to do. “I’m lonely!”

His heart broke once again. “I don’t know.” He said in a hushed tone as his head dropped. He then looked back at her.

“I’m tired of being lonely. I want to be happy, and I want to feel loved! I don’t want to spend my entire life alone. I’m 20 now, and I feel like I’m running out of time. I mean, I know I’m not the prettiest girl, but hey! I’ll still treat you right, and I-” her rant was abruptly cut off by Tom’s lips on hers. He had had it. He needed to show the love she deserved, and he knew he could give it to her.

He held her close with one hand on her hip and one on her cheek. Her hands found themselves on his chest as he gently but passionately kissed her. She was shocked to have her best friend kissing her so tenderly, but she relaxed into it and let it happen. He slowly pulled away, leaning against her forehead. “Do you ever shut up?” He whispered.

She just looked at him; she was at a loss of words. She never knew he felt this way toward her. “Tom.” Is all she could say.

Tom leaned back to give her some space. “Y/N, you always get yourself into these situations, and they all end up the same. Why couldn’t you see that I’ve been here this entire time?”

“I-” she started.

“Every time I would tell you I loved you, I never meant it as just friends. I have loved you for so long and it killed me to see you so broken over this crap, knowing I could’ve given you what you wanted and needed.”

“I had no idea.”

“Of course, you didn’t. You were so focused on everything else to see that was right in front of you.”

She then leaned into him to kiss him again. “You’re right,” she said when she pulled away. “I hadn’t realized until now of how you make me feel. You were always there when I needed you, and even when I didn’t. When I’m with you, I feel safe and warm, and I think that’s what love is.”

“Y/N…” he spoke.

“I love you, Tom.” She said, and he kissed her again. His hands held her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled away to speak again. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters that it’s happening now, and there’s no going back.” He breathed.

“I don’t ever want to go back.” She admitted.

“Good.”

And he kissed her once again, his hand caressing her cheek. She moved down to the hem of his black t-shirt, tugging gently. He took the hint and backed away to kick his sneakers off and then he lifted his shirt over his head. He joined her again, kissing her so tender and slow, and her fingers tangled themselves in his messy curls. He wanted to savor this incase it was a dream. But, it wasn’t a dream; this was real.

After a couple more slow and deep kisses, she spoke when he pulled away, “Tommy, I want you.”

With that, he looked at her, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I need you.” He never could resist her every time she said she needed him.

He led her to the bedroom, and gently sat her down on her bed. He closed the door, not worrying about locking it because she lived alone. As he returned to her, he kissed her once more before he ridded her of her pajama shirt. He admired how beautiful she looked bare and it was so much better than he imagined. She honestly made him breathless. “You’re so beautiful.” He said.

She looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscience. Tom then grabbed her chin, turning her head back to him so he could look at her in the eyes. “You are, darling. And I wouldn’t have you any other way. Now, I’m going to show you how much I love you if that’s still what you want.”

She blushed, “Yes, I do.”

Tom then moved to rid himself of his socks and his trousers, and she moved to the middle of the bed. As he crawled between her, he leaned down to kiss her neck, lingering with every kiss. “I wanted this for so long.” He admitted as a whisper.

“Then don’t rush it.” She softly spoke.

“I don’t want to, but I don’t know if I can help myself.” He said, looking down at himself, and her gaze following, noticing how hard he was.

“Tommy,” He looked back at her. “Make love to me.”

And with her words, he pulled on her shorts and underwear and tossed them to the side, and he then took his own pants off. He reached back up to hold her face, gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb. “Are you ready?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Show me how much you love me.”

He grabbed a condom from her bedside table, and then slowly inserted himself into her. He sharply sucked in a breath as she quietly moaned. “You feel so good.” He breathed.

She replied with a moan and brought him down to kiss him. He was still until she was ready. “Go.” She said, and he slowly set his pace, gently rocking back and forth. He closed his eyes, taking the sensation in, and then opens them back up to catch her gaze. He held eye contact with her, as he suddenly bucked his hips, grunting with the added force. She moaned as he quickened his pace. Uncontrollably, her hips started to buck against his, adding extra friction they both wanted. He then reached down to rub against her sensitive bud, the tingle in her stomach approaching much faster now, causing her to moan. “Ah, Tommy.”

Tom spoke sweet words into her ear as he pleasured her, making her feel so good. He then began to kiss her jaw and then to her neck and then back to her lips. He kissed her passionately as he lightly slipped his tongue in to tackle hers. Fighting for dominance, the kiss became more heated as well has his pace became quicker and sloppier. She moaned, knowing she was close. She just needed that little push to help her, but as if tom could read her mind, he grunted with heavy thrust. The pleasure flowering in the pit of her stomach quickly unraveled as he continued to let her ride out her high. Tom came soon after, moaning into the dark. He plopped on the bed beside her after he finished and then discarded the condom. They both were breathing heavy, satisfied of what just happened. Tom got to finally show her how he truly felt, and she didn’t reject him.

“Tom?” she said, as he wrapped his arms around bare torso.

“Hm?” He hummed.

“I-I want you to know, that you aren’t just a rebound.” She told him as he started to draw figure 8’s on her tummy.

“I know.”

She started playing with his curls, “I just need to figure out what is happening for a day or two. Just know that I do want to be with you.”

“I’ve waited this long, what’s another day or two?” She smiled.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of that.”

“Don’t be,” he leaned up to kiss her. “Everything worked out in the end”

“Why did you stay after I tried to push you away? All this time, I was looking in the wrong place.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. I love you blind and I’ll never stop loving you no matter what.”

“You really are the best.”

Part 1