My Name’s Tom Holland and I’m a FuckBoi
Authors Note: Here you guys go, beautiful fuckboy Tom Holland after a bad breakup with your long term boyfriend, all you needed was a hot guy who wanted nothing from you other than sex.
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Your life these past few days consisted of ben and jerry’s ice cream, dark lighting and never leaving your bed. There is nothing like coming home from visiting family to find your boyfriend knuckles deep in the girl from across the hall. You had spent two years with this guy, you were so deeply in love, he was your first, and even though you think the idea of virginity is bullshit, you still couldn’t help but feeling attached to the first guy you’ve slept with. Pushing off your comforter to pee, an imagine in the mirror caught your eyes, you really hadn’t looked at your body in awhile and seeing the caved in features and defeated demeanor lit a fire under your ass.
“Jesus Christ y/n, what are we doing with ourselves?” Pulling off the stained band t-shirt and slipping into the bathroom, deciding that a nice steaming hot shower was overdue.
It could have been minutes or hours that you were in that shower, but when you left, it was as though all the toxic remains of him were spiraling down the drain right now. Stepping out of the steam and into the bedroom, an irritating buzzing sound caught your attention, quickly pulling apart your blankets to find your best friend had called you 7 times.
“Jesus Christ Y/N, why are you not answering me??” You had no time from answering it to put it to your ear before she began.
“I was in the shower,” shrugging your shoulders, kicking the pile of laundry you needed to do, and deciding to pull the towel tighter around your chest.
“Good, get ready, I need you in the skankiest clothes you own!” car honking loudly in the background, “Get in your lane asshole! Anyways, you’re getting dicked down tonight, I’ll be over in an hour, I need tits out, i need ass on full display, don’t even worry about your hair and makeup I will be there as soon as this asshole lets me pass, hold on dammit, i’m being pulled over,” Silence “Okay I love you gotta go, tits out!”
The uber pulled into a large frat house, the sound of music pumping and sounds of people your age screaming and dancing on the porch. Legs shaking you finally let what you were wearing sink in, very short red velvet skirt, tall high heels that laced up your thighs, a corset top pushing your tits up and almost out, hair in a teased mess, thin eyeliner wings and a leather jacket. Was this really a good idea? But there was nothing you could do, you were pushed out of the uber and into the wet grass, your tipsy friend already waving to other drunk girls, tonight will be interesting for sure.
The music was pounding, you’re not sure what you’re drinking but it’s vodka and some juice. So fuck it, why not get trashed. You are your girlfriends were leaning against the fireplace watching all the hook-ups begin to happen when you see a boy heading in your direction, your broken heart made you assume he was going to your friend, whose mini skirt and bralette left little to the imagine. Your friend looked at you, eyeing your body before looking towards the boy now 5 feet away, expecting him to walk towards her instead he walked in between you, arm leaning on the fireplace, now towering over you.
“Hello love,” A nice english accent, incredible arms, dark curls, damn was this boy hot.
“Hi there,” pushing your hair over your shoulder, leaning into him,
“You are beautiful Darling, may i get you a refill?” Tom smiled, putting his solo cup to his lips.
“I would so,” You smiled up at him, you really, really wanted to kiss this boy, but there was no way you could make that move.
He returned with a drink in his hand, tapping the tops before taking a sip. “Whats your name sweetheart,” his voice lowered in tempo, fuck did you want him right now.
“Y/N” His eyes watched your lips, then following a trail to your breasts, down your hips and the skirt that clung so nicely to your body.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” He sipped his drink, his brown eyes looming over at you, a sensual look at him But your moment was ruined by the other girl in your party stepping beside you.
“Oh y/n, I heard he left you, how are you doing? Did you gain weight?” Touching on your arms before looking over at the boy. “Oh goodness hi, who are you?” Smirking at your clear annoyance.
“Tom, love, my name is Tom and I believe i was having a conversation with your friend.” a slight twinge of annoyance.
“Oh were you?” She smiled, looking at you with a little more force in asking you to leave.
“Yes, I was asking you if you would like to head upstairs with me, somewhere were you can tell me all about this boyfriend.” Placing his hand, palm upward in front of you.
“In fact we were,” You smirked at her, bumping her slightly with your hips as you took Tom’s hand
The two of you walked up the stairs to where a man stood blocking the top, wondering what your next move will be when the man nodded at him and allowed them through, allowing them to go back towards where all the bedrooms for the frat boys were located.
“You’re in a frat?” What the hell did you get yourself into? You silently groaned at the type of boy you are with right now.
“Hey, don’t judge me, I am an artsy guy, but frats are a way to fit in ya know?” He smiled shyly, “It’s hard to be from another country and try to fit in here,”
God dammit, he was so actually really sweet, but still he just wants a hookup so I really shouldn’t look into him too much. Right?
Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you were already in his bedroom, a neat full size bed in the center, very clean hardwood floors and minimal decorations. “I like your room,” You smiled, watching Tom’s body as he curves past your body to pull the switch on the lamp bedside table. His arms were slender but muscular, the veins in his arm prominent, the way his shirt came up from his jeans, revealing a muscular torso.
“I have no chairs love,” tom cooed from the spot in the bed he had jumped into and leaned back with his hands behind his head, eyeing your body.
“That’s fine, you look pretty comfortable,” You cringed internally but he seemed to be really interested in you so fuck it.
“Then why are you all the way over there love?” Tom’s body shifted forward towards you, taking your hand as you crawled up the bed and into his lap.
“Oh my, you really are comfy,” your giggle was soft, sensual enough to feel Tom’s growing attraction in his jeans.
“I’m very glad you think so love,” His hands running up your thigh, the velvet skirt pushing it up past your hips, “Now tell me love, this ex of yours, did he ever touch you like this?” Shifting you so you were straddling his hips, his hands trailing your inner thigh before running them up and down your back, a moan escaping your lips.
“No never,” moaning slightly, his lips meeting the crook of your neck, his hand leaving your thighs. “No, please,” You begged, “Don’t stop please.”
“Oh no? You want me to keep going love?” His lips brushed against your bottom lip, teasing the idea of a kiss.
“Please,” You were never one to beg for sex but this boy was different, and you were in need of him right now.
“I love when you beg darling,” Tom whispered before his lips met yours, he was a great kisser. The way his tongue slipped inside of your mouth, brushing the tips of yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly. “What do you want love?”
“You,” and with that he pushed you down on your back, his lips moving from your neck to your collar bone and down, his fingers gripping your thighs, there would be bruises there for sure but you wanted it. You wanted him to mark you up. His lips were now on your hips now, teasing you before returning to hovering over you.
“Now tell me Love, what can I do to make you forget all about him?” Tom’s voice was laced with a possesive tone.
“Just touch me,” You groaned, watching the t-shirt leave his body, exposing the muscular torso and low riding jeans on his hips. Taking him by the neck you kiss his lips hard, his hands gripping your back hard, fingering the clasps of your corset top before finally pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Your skin felt like fire when he pulled away and looked at your breasts, his mouth slowly agape.
“Wow,” His fingers rubbed your nipples making them very hard as he smiled down at you, “How beautiful are you?” his hands began to rub your torso and your breasts.
“i really just want to fuck,” You groaned in a hushed whisper against his lips, feeling his hands comply with your wishes and pulling off your skirt and panties, “Wait, my heels-” His lips hushing you and shaking his head no.
“No, leave them on, I want you in nothing but your heels.” Tom groaned, your hands already pulling off the belt and unbuckling his jeans. “Fuck,” He groaned as you pulled out his cock, eager to touch it but you’re not an idiot so you stop and as seductive as you can you ask him.
He laughed slightly before opening the drawer beside him, shimying out of his jeans, now naked and hard in front of you, watching him stroke his cock to you before opening the packaging and rolling the latex down his cock.
“Better love?” Tom asked, pulling you into his lap so you were right above his cock, teasing him with a kiss to his jaw before deciding this was what you needed right this second and letting him deep inside of you. “Fuck,” He groaned, listening to your moan in his ear, gripping your hips as you moved up and down slowly, his hips bucking into you. Your legs on either side of your hips, your heels laced up your thigh, toms eyes looking over your body before pushing you on your back, legs curling around his hips. “My turn love,” Pushing hard and fast into you, one hand on your hip, digging into you, the other hand teasing your nipples.
This was wild to you, right now you were having a one night stand with a british frat boy in his bedroom. Something about this made you feel dirty, and not in a shameful way, but in a naughty way where something inside of you was set free. As Tom thrusted inside of you, rubbing your clit with his finger and mouth on your nipple you found yourself begining to feel that build inside of your stomach. He knew how to listen to your body, how to please you in different ways, just when you felt yourself about to explode he tossed you on your stomach, lifting your hips and pushing back into you, spanking your ass hard. The comforter rubbing on your nipples along with all the different sensations from Tom, the spanking, the way he hit your g-spot, god you had never been fucked like this before holy shit.
Tom’s fingers were gripping your hips in an almost painful way, but my god did it feel amazing, you were so close, the way your body was just giving into him, listening to his commands. “T-tom,” You moaned, his name falling off your lips felt angelic, though nothing about what you were doing right now was holy by any means, but his body, his name, his whole self was incredible.
“Oh, Love, please keep saying my name,” He groaned, hands running from your hips and down to your ass when he spanked you playfully.
“Tom,” You moaned, looking back at him, making eye contact and watching his lips curl up and then turn into an O, his eyes closing, his thrusts were slower now but this time you decided to rock back against his body, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of you, and when his fingers met your clit, rubbing in small circles you lost yourself. Collapsing into the bed, feeling his body push deeper into you before he stopped moving all together and pulled out of you, resting back into the pillows.
“Holy shit,” Tom moaned, you moved into a more modest position, looking at the mess of a boy now laying against the pillows.
“I know,” You huffed, pulling on your skirt, watching him look at you before rolling the condom off and pulling his jeans back on. Offering his assistance to you in putting on your corset but opting for his shirt instead.
“It was very nice meeting you,” Tom walked you out and back to the stairwell.
“Oh are you not coming back down to the party?” You asked curiously
“Oh Darling, there is no one down there who is going to surpass you,” He smiled, still shirtless against the wall. “Please feel free to come see me again,”
“We’ll see,” And with that you disapeared back into the crowd of drunks, sore and satisfied.