#college!tom

"good afternoon, gorgeous," he smiled, giving you the warm cup of coffee as his other arm wrapped around you,"ready for tonight?"

"i love when you guys throw parties because, hands down, they're the best," you sighed as you let him lead you down the path that led to your dorm building,"but god i am so tired. these last 2 exams are going to kill me."

he smiled, tucking a piece of hair from your face as you reached the door, swiping your ID as it let out a beep, signaling that the door unlocked. you hurried inside in attempts to escape from the freezing wind.

"plus, it's cold outside. and i hate the cold." you whined and he chuckled as he followed you into the elevator.

"trust me, i know, you tell me every morning when i walk you to your 8am." he smiles over at you before taking a sip of the coffee, his glasses slightly fogging over from the warmth of the liquid. you roll your eyes and playfully hit his shoulder before the elevator doors open, letting you off onto your floor.

and once you were inside your dorm, you plopped onto your bed after putting the coffee down on the nightstand. tom followed your movement, climbing on top of you as your head hit the pillows. you giggled as he hovered over you, cold nose bumping into yours.

"wait, today's friday, right?" you asked and tom hummed a soft 'yes' into your neck as he moved your hair, placing a soft kiss on the warm skin. you shivered as his cold lips moved their way to the sweet spot below your ear. you tapped your phone to display the time, looking down at the big bold numbers that sat above the picture of you and tom outside the date party his frat had thrown a couple weeks ago. you were laughing, holding onto his cheeks as he smiled. the both of you so close and looking like you were about to kiss.

"megan won't be back for a couple hours, she has spanish tutoring." you smiled as he turned back to face you.

"oh really?" he asked, leaning down to get closer as his lips ghosted over yours. you scrunched your nose and nodded as you felt his hands move under your sweatshirt, cold hands meeting the warm skin of your abdomen.

"i've got a few things in mind that we can do."

"yeah? i'd love to hear 'em."

you'd giggle, his lips meeting yours.

Tom Holland

He was currently standing in your doorway with a bottle of wine waiting for you to say hello. He smirked when he saw you. In a black dress that hugged every curve of your body and was shorter than your mother expected it to be. He knew very well that your mother would yell at you later for wearing it but he couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Holland, it’s good to see you” Your cheeks hurt from your fake smile. “And Tom” you turned to the taller boy, moving closer to pull him in for a hug.

Tom’s arms wrapped around you tightly, “I can’t wait to fuck you until the only thing coming out your mouth is you begging me to stop” He whispered inconspicuously in your ear. Your eyes widened slightly, your hand shook as you pulled away.

“Dinner’s ready” Your mother said with a smile, clueless dirty exchange between you and Tom. Tom grabbed your wrist holding you behind as everyone else piled into the dining room. You smiled as his chest hit your back, “Take your panties off” 

“Tom-”

“Don’t make me ask again or you’re not cumming tonight” His hands grazed the back of your thighs moving up your dress. You sighed, pulling the lace thong down your legs and handing them to him, His lips moved to your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on your soft skin, “Good girl, now let’s go eat”

Small talk filled the dining room as everyone sat for dinner, You rolled your eyes as you listened to the pretentious voice of your mother, boredom took over but you smirked when Tom sat next to you. 

Looking around the table you pretended to listen to whatever Mr Holland was saying as you snuck your hand under that table. Your hand grazed Tom’s thigh. “So Tom” You father spoke up, “How’s school”

Tom took a deep breath as he tried to answer but the second he opened his mouth you squeezed his growing bulge. He coughed in an attempt to cover the groan that was slipping through his lips. “It’s good Mr. Y/L/N, I graduate soon so I’m really looking forward to that and then I’ll start training to take over the family company”

“Well sounds like you have everything figured out” Your father smiled before turning his attention elsewhere. Tom let out a breath of relief as he glanced at his lap, Your manicured hand moved towards his belt.

“I’m sure this wine is lovely but it won’t go good with the meal tonight” you both jumped at the sound of your mothers voice, “y/n why don’t you take Tom to the wine cellar, you guys can pick out a bottle for dinner” she said with an annoyed tone

“Sure mother” You said with a fake smile and you grabbed Tom’s hand and guided him out the dining room to the stairs that led to the cellar.

His hands moved to your hips as you walked down the stairs into the dark room. When you reached the bottom step tom turned your body, pulling you in for a kiss as his arms snaked around your body, his hands squeezing your ass.

“You little nympho” he said as his lips moved down your neck, “you just couldn’t keep your hands off my cock like a little slut”

“It’s your fault” You said through a moan, his lips sucking softly on you sweet spot, “coming in here whispering all those dirty thoughts in my ear, you really expect me to keep my hands off of you”

Tom pulled away groaning at how desperate you sounded. His hand grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him, “Just because you get wet over a few little words doesn’t mean you can act like a whore, what would your mother think? All she had to do was look under that table and she would’ve saw her sweet innocent daughter with her hand down my pants”

The condescending tone that lace his voice only made you more needy, you pouted, your hands trailing down his chest only stopping at his belt. You smirked as his grip on your chin tightened, “Please Daddy”

His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath. You yelped as he unexpectedly lifted you up, carrying you to the display counter in the middle of the room. “Make one noise and I’m stopping”

He lifted your dress, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. You bit your lip as he got to his knees, his lips inches away from your clit. He remained quiet, knowing that you wouldn’t beg out of fear that you would be left with nothing.

You began squirming, trying to move yourself closer to his face. He smirked watching you struggle to get his attention. He waited for the perfect moment, when you were just desperate enough to almost say something. His lips moved to your clit, wasting no time as he sucked harshly. Your fingers laced through his hand, no doubt messing it up. 

Your legs shook as you tried your best to stay quiet, you were so desperate, it would only take a few minutes for him to get you cumming.

“Hey kids, have you found a wine yet?” Your eyes widened as you heard your dad’s. You look down at Tom, wondering if he would stop if you answered. His eyes burned into your, showing clear intention of not stopping.

You took a deep breath as your toes curled, “Yes dad, Just looking for the wine opener”

The second the words left your mouth, your stomach tightened and your legs closed around Tom’s head. “Daddy I’m cumming” You whispered as you moved to push yourself closer to his face.

Finally riding out the last of your orgasm Tom pulled back lightly, licking his lips to savor the taste of you. Your eyes were glossy and you were out of breath, “What goes good with steak?”

Tom chuckled, kissing your forehead as he grabbed a random wine from the wall. You smiled, hopping off the counter and fixing your dress.

Making your way upstairs, you stopped him before you reached the door, “can I have my panties back”

“No” Tom smirked, “I’m gonna gag you with them later while I fuck you”

You thighs clenched but you didn’t have time to fully react as Tom dragged you through the door into the dining room

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Everyone was dressed half naked, if not half naked than clothes tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination which is almost exactly what Tom Holland wore when he wore a skin tight spiderman costume.

“I didn’t think this was your scene.” He has a lazy smirk. You had met Tom way too many times, you know him well too. But the Tom you once knew wasn’t much like the Tom you knew now.

“Aww, you still have the spiderman costume you wore when you were five. It’s cute, you went for nostalgia.” You give him a fake pout and he bites down on his bottom lip and looks at you like he’s waiting for more.

“And you went for a slutty ratatouille?” He looked at your ears and then the grey fuzzy tube top with the skirt.

“I’m a mouse you idiot.” You roll your eyes and he knows he’s won. You lift your cup to your lip to drown out the embarrassment But he quickly takes it away.

“Its spiked, don’t drink it and stay away from Brad.” He took the cup and poured it out. Before you can say thank you he was already gone.

That was your first encounter with tom. You found him dancing with some girl dressed as an Angel but looked more like a demon from your personal hell, he knew you were watching and put on a performance. He then got you a drink which you poured out on his shoes worrying it was spiked, you then watched him show off at least three backflips until finally,

“We can’t be doing this.” Your lips break off of his inbetween kisses. You were drunk, no you weren’t but you wished you were. He wasn’t drunk either which made this whole situation 10x worse.

“Mmh, but you like it.” He hates how thick the tube top was as he wants more, pulling it down but he needed something from you first as you unzipped the back of his suit.

Your hands run over his biceps, for someone who is supposed to be majoring in business, he sure has a lot of time to work out.

You know he notices as you stare and he flexed in your hand which causes you to place your lips back on him.

“Knees pretty girl.” He tells you but you never found yourself listening to a man before and you certainly weren’t going to start with tom.

“Mmh, no.” You push him flat on the bed and pull down the suit. Predicable he wasn’t wearing underwear since the suit was so tight but truthfully you didn’t know how that was all going to fit.

“Scared?” He smirked. You roll your eyes before you take him into your hand. Letting your thumb run over the tip as you took him into your mouth, slowly at your own pace at first before he thrusted up into your mouth causing you to choke.

His hands gently run over your cheeks, he holds your stare as he thrusts up into you. Your eyes grow watery and the liner you spent way too much time on runs down your face.

“Did you get all dressed up for Me? Knew you would be on my dick tonight like a helpless slut? Act so innocent studying in those libraries and coffee shops, staying inside to get a good grade when you’re on your knees tonight getting fucked.” His words shocked even you so you sucked in your cheeks making him hiss at the sudden pressure and change.

You wish you could comeback but all you could feel was him pulsating in the rest of your hand, you knew he was about to cum, cum in your mouth and tonight you would not allow that satisfaction.

“Fuck!” He hissed as you removed your mouth from him. You wanted him to wait, wait until you were inside him but he was not going to last another second as he thrusted his hips up into your hand.

He cums longer than you expected, you’re impressed but not too impressed yet as you move off of him thinking that this was it but he grabbed your hand and forced you against his chest.

“Where are you going?” He looked at you up and down, feeling your breasts up against his chest making him hard all over again.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You blink a few times and he laughed a soft laugh.

“Darling, My plan was to fuck you so hard this whole party knew you were mine, you just got sidetracked but I don’t blame you I understand how you got so distracted.” He teased and you roll your eyes ready to get away from him but hoping he’d pull you back into him again. And that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re a whore, Holland.” You tell him and he lets his thumb come up to your face and wipes away the cum he left.

“I’m going to get a tissue, you’re going to wipe your face and then I’m going to fuck you until that music stops. Do you understand?” He was now taller than you as he sat up straight on the bed, looking down at you as if you were his.

All you can do is not nod as he moves away to grab a tissue for you to wipe youself with. Your legs were weak and you were stuck in his bed, like he was a trap and you fell right into it.

Staring down at the blank sheet of paper, you felt as if you were on the verge of tears, hands clasping together in your lap, sweaty palms rubbing together. Tom, your boyfriend, looked at you through worried eyes as he noticed your anxious stature, hunched over with heavy shoulders.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh in an attempt to comfort you.

“No. I am not okay. How am I suppose to write an essay in less than an hour and a half about whatever topic Mr. Woods chooses?” You blurted, body pent up with stress. “Fuck, why did I decide to do history?”

“It’s one test. Relax.” He purred, hand squeezing your thigh.

You sent him a death stare, unamused at his attempt to calm you. He chuckled at your not-so-intimidating look, lifting his baseball cap from his head, fixing his curly locks, before putting it backwards on his neat hair. Not a care in the world, even though he was taking the same exact test.

How you ended up dating a notorious fratboy would forever puzzle you. Two completely different people, yet so naively in love with one another. He glanced at the clock, noticing the class didn’t begin for another five minutes. Dating a studious women meant that he was never late for class, always at least ten minutes early. A sinister smirk carved into his face as his mind came up with a sinful solution to resolve your stress.

He scooted closer, shoulder brushing against yours. His hand glided higher, stopping as fingers brushed under the bottom of your skirt. Breath hitched sending him a warning look. “Tom, behave.” You muttered, trying to back away from his presence but to no prevail as your back pressed against the wall.

“What baby girl? You said you were stressed. And you’ve been so busy studying, you haven’t let me touch you in weeks. I bet you haven’t even touched yourself. Let me help.”

Eyes bulged from their sockets, darting around the room to see if anyone was looking. But everyone was too busy panicking about the test to notice the couple in the corner. You swallowed air, trying to hold a poker face, not giving him any satisfaction.

His fingertips rose higher, grazing the fabric of your panties. “C’mon open up for me. Nobody’s looking. We don’t have much time.” He whispered, hot breath fanning over your ear sending shivers down your spine.

As his fingers found your clit, you grasped his forearm, eyes shut tight. He was right, you haven’t touched yourself in a while. So what harm?

Shifting your body, you parted your thighs allowing his hand to slip down between them. They teased over the damp material, pressing against your soaked folds. Your heat radiating against his touch. “Oh baby, my poor baby girl. You weren’t looking after yourself. Don’t worry I got you now.”

His voice was low, soft, caring but laced with lustful and a burning desire. Knowing time was limited, he didn’t have time for teasing. Moving your panties to the side, he finally came in raw contact with your core. Fingertips sliding through your silky lower lips, from your entrance to clit. Hips rutted against him, desperate for relief. Being sexual frustrated and stressed about the exam was not an option. 

He propped his outer leg up on his chair, concealing your body. His fingers went to work, rubbing circles around your neglected, swollen clit. Your throat tightened, lips pursed preventing your angelic sounds from escaping. “Good girl.” He hummed, kissing your temple.

His motions were calculated, precise. The pressure he applied was memorising, the familiar knot building in the pit of your stomach causing you to clench your thighs, closing them, catching his hand between them. “Shh, relax. I know you wanna cum.”

A soft whimper left your lips, obliging relaxing your tense legs. His fingers glided down south, dipping into your weeping core. Two digits stretched you open, curling to find your hidden g-spot. He knew your body too well.

Fingernails clawed into his exposed forearm, leaving behind crescent marks. You tried to keep your temptations to moan his name at bay. His fingers pumped into you at a merciless pace, the clock ticking down.

He leaned closer, pressing into you. “You love it don’t you? You love the fact you could get caught. All these innocent people could find out what a naughty girl you are for me.”

Tom was exactly right, it turned you on to know you could get caught. Your teeth buried into your lip, muffling your moans. His fingers continued to stretch you, fill you. You knew you were approaching your climax. He could sense it too.

“Atta girl. Such a good girl. Let go for me. Don’t I feel so good stretching you out, bet you wish it was my big cock, filling you. Wanna feel you cum on my fingers, I wanna taste. Go on babygirl.”

His low sensual voice, his praise, his attentive fingers. It was too much for your overwhelmed body. Arching your back slightly, your walls engulfed him, clutching around his thick digits as the wave of pleasure crashed over you.

A few soft whines were caught in your throat as body shook. His free hand grabbed your thigh, holding it steady, trying to keep you stable. He hushed praises into your ears, fingers moved gentle as they helped you ride out your high.

“Alright class, you know what’s happening today, so I hope you are all ready!” A loud voice echoed through the auditorium, snapping you out of the euphoric haze.

Toms hands snapped away from between your thighs, straightening his body, shrugging his shoulders as if nothing just happened. His glistening fingers slowly gravitated to his hungry mouth, quickly sucking them clean.