I have four words for you: Thigh riding Tom Holland. You can go with it in any direction you want. Love you, you're such a good writer!
Warning: , language, SMUT
A/N: big oof
Tom watched the movie quietly, his full attention on what’s going to happen to Billy. You suggested watching The Departed because Tom had never watched the movie and it’s an amazing movie. However you did miss Tom, he came back only two days ago and you missed him. And there was still the tension that hasn’t been released yet.
Tom was really into the movie, your legs were thrown across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder, one arm was wrapped around you, the other placed on your inner thigh, softly tracing the skin. It was normal, but you couldn’t help the pool between your legs. You kept taking glances up at him, he’d tense up every time something shocking happened.
You softly kissed his neck. Tom still focused on DiCaprio. You let your hand go under his shirt, tracing his abs, your hot breath against his sweet spot.
“Darling? What’re you doing?” Tom said glancing down at you with a raised brow.
“N-nothin, just you know- nothing.” You said, a smirk forming on Toms face, turning his attention back to the tv. You sighed resting your head in the crook of his neck. Tom knew what was happening, he just liked to tease me.
Your hand stayed under his shirt, hugging his body closer to yours. His hand traveled higher up your leg. And your hand unintentionally squeezed his waist tighter. Tom bit his lip, keeping his eyes on the tv, but pressed his thumb against your clit. You gasped, your body pressing against his hand. Tom smiled, missing the sounds you made, the movie long past him. He leaned his head down, sucking on the skin below your ear making you whimper.
“Missed your noises darling.” Tom whispered in your ear making you moan. “Is my pretty girl horny?” You hummed in response making Tom move your panties to the side, letting his finger move up your folds collecting your arousal. He groaned softly. “Fuck I’ve barely touched you love and your already soaked.” Tom brought his hand out licking his finger. He then hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and panties pulling them down, you kicked them off when it got to your ankles.
“Tom-“ you sighed softly. Tom kissed your jaw, moving so you could straddle his thigh.
“Get on my thigh darling.” It wasn’t a question that Tom loved being inside you. But he really missed your faces and moans and pleading. As soon as you straddled Toms clothed thigh, he flexed his thigh making you moan.
“Tommy-“ you leaned your forehead against his, as you started to rock your hips, pushing your clit against his thigh. Tom brought his hands to the hem of your hoodie, lifting it above your head.
“So gorgeous love.” Tom cupped your breasts, his lips attaching to your right nipple, sucking harshly. Your head went back a moan escaping your lips. You whimpered moving your hips faster. Tom looked up at you in awe, there was something so needy when you rode his thigh, your pleas and whines, making his cock strain against his pants.
“Ahhh Tom-fuck-baby.” Tom hummed around your nipple. Pulling away to look up at you moaning and whining. He moved a few strands of loose hair, biting his lip and putting his hands on your hips to help you move faster.
Tom licked his lips there was something so delicious, so fucking arousing, about seeing your thighs folded together like this as you rock your pussy against his leg. Your naked pussy rubbing against his thigh maybe it’s because your skin looks so soft and innocent or maybe it’s from the way your lips are leaving wetness along his neck; or possibly the way your breasts bounce in front of him as you move faster.
“Cmon love, so fucking gorgeous when you get off on my leg, Cmon darling.” You moaned louder at his words, Tom could feel the wet spot on his thigh, his boner pushing hard against the fabric of his sweats.
“Tommy-Tom-fuck!” You held his shoulders, leaning down to connect your lips. You pulled away quickly your mouth falling agape the familiar knot in your stomach coming.
“Gonna come y/n? Your gorgeous pussy gonna spill all over my thigh?” He said, voice low and seductive. Your head went back, your hands holding his shirt in fists.
“ ‘m gonna come!” You cried out, Tom sucking your neck, moving your hips, the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your clit and pussy.
“Cmon princess, let go for me-“ Tom couldn’t finish his sentence before you moaned loudly your pussy trembling, and your arousal spilling onto his thigh. Tom moved your hips against him, making you moan louder. Finally your body gave out and you leaned into his body, your breath heavy and your thighs squeezing his unintentionally. Tom wrapped his arms around you kissing your temple.
“That was amazing princess, such a good girl.” He said, letting his hands move up and down your bare back. Tom brought his hand down, to stroke your sensitive clit, making you close your eyes and whimper. You noticed Toms cock.
“Your turn?” You whispered into his ear, and Tom lost it.
“Get these sweats off baby. You got them soaked.” You bit your lip, scooting of Tom, you noticed the small wet spot on his crotch area making you smirk. You tugged his sweats off, his cock springing free, pre-cum already on the tip. Tom held his hand out for you so you can straddle him once more. “Gonna take this to the bedroom?” He said kissing below your ear, you hummed in approval, letting Tom pick you up, his hands on your ass as you sucked his neck, taking you to the bedroom.
I’m in mood for some angst, can you please do where mob!tom cheats on the reader cause he’s so stressed
Oh, god I was dreading the day I would have to write about this but it’s worth it in the end. Hope you enjoy ;)
In one arm were several bags of shopping bags and the other contained your keys which you were attempting to slide into the keyhole. Twisting your wrist, you swung open the door and called out Tom’s name.
Grinning widely, you made your way to the kitchen and placed your weekly shopping on the kitchen counter. However, your smile faded once Tom hadn’t come downstairs to see you. You placed your keys on the table, kicked your shoes off and made your way upstairs as you called out his name.
“Tom? Tom, look what I bought toda-“ you said as you swung your bedroom door open. However, what you saw made you want to scream and punch a hole in a wall or a door. “What the fuck!” You cried out, dropping your bag and new purchase before slapping a hand over your mouth.
His head jerked up from the covers and that’s when her face was revealed.
“I-I….” you attempted to say but you just couldn’t get any words out.
“Tommy, why did you stop?” The girl underneath him asked without realising that his girlfriend was stood in the doorway.
“Babe, baby, it’s not what you think.” He panicked as he climbed out from the bed and began to pull his clothes on.
“I can fucking believe you, you asshole.” You sobbed.
“Y/N, sweetheart, please just listen to me.” He cried out as he watched you grab the suitcase from the walk in closet. As you threw your things into your bag, you heard him yell at the girl about her leaving and never coming back. But you didn’t care since what he was saying to her since you were also leaving and never coming back.
“There is no fucking way you can get out of this one, Thomas.” You snapped at him, stabbing a finger against his chest.
“I-I was stressed, okay! And you’ve been busy with work, and-“
“So you think fucking a girl will fix your problems instead of talking to your girlfriend about how you’re feeling?” You yelled as you pulled it the drawers which once held all of your neatly folded clothes.
“Yes- no! Maybe? No!” He shook his head before reaching into your bag and pulling your clothes out. “Please don’t leave me, baby.”
“I wanted to start a family with you, Tom. But now that’s never going to happen since I know that you’re going to go behind my back and cheat.”
“It was only one time.” He whined.
“One time was enough. You can have fun starting a family with that-that whore.” You snarled as you zipped your suitcase up and made your way downstairs.
“Y/N, I’m begging you. Please don’t leave me.” Tom plead as he chased after you down the stairs.
“You’ve broken my heart, tom.” You whispered as tears dropped down your cheeks. “I love you, tom. I loved you.”
“Baby, please don’t. I’ll never do that to you again.” He took your wrist, making you tense.
“I’m sorry.” You moved away and opened the door. “Goodbye. I love you, Tom. And unfortunately I always will.”
Hiiiiiiii. Posting for the first time in ages with a Thomas Shelby imagine, my current baby love thanks to finally starting Peaky Blinders. It might take me a minute to get back into the swing of things but I really hope you guys enjoy this!!!
I love you all and thank you for always supporting me and being so patient. It truly means the world xxxxxxxxx
“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” Ada says, perfecting your hair as you watch her movements in the mirror. “You’ve been promising to come see me for ages.”
“I know, I know. Dad’s been struggling a lot lately so I’ve been helping mom in the shop.” You explain, Ada smiling sympathetically, the price of war taking it’s toll on every man who took part.
She fiddles with your hair for a few more minutes before stepping back, proudly admiring her hard work. “There. It’s like you never left.”
Truth is, you wished you hadn’t. Birmingham was your hometown, the place you spent your childhood, the scent of smoke pulling you back to running round the streets with Ada and the rest of the Shelby clan.
However, when your Grandad died a few years back, you all moved in with her mom and took over the business.
“Now, come on, the others are already out and we’ve got 6 years of drinking to catch up on.”
Butterflies flood your stomach as you follow Ada into the pub, nervous to see everyone again after your time away. You were only 15 when you left, barely an adolescent, young and naive. Now, you were a woman, both mentally and physically.
“Fuckin’ hell, are my eyes deceiving me?” John is the first to greet you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Little Miss (Y/L/N).”
“Ey, less of the little, you’re barely taller than me.” You tease, the familiar scent of cigarettes and alcohol helping you feel a little less anxious.
“(Y/N)!” You turn at the sound of the drunken voice, Arthur slinging his arm around your neck and pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Finally, someone who can handle their booze.”
You laugh as John rolls his eyes, cigarette hanging from his lips as he ignites the tip. “Where’s Tommy?”
“Who needs him when you’ve got us?” Johnny grins, gesturing to his brother.
“Don’t take it personally, John.” Ada slips a drink between your fingers, a knowing smile on her face. “He’s always been her favourite.”
“Oh, piss off.” You reply bringing your glass to your lips, the amber liquid burning your throat as you swallow. “I was just wondering, that’s all.”
“He’ll be here soon.” John says, refilling your glasses. “Come on, we’ve got some catching up to do.”
The next couple hours pass by in a blur of laughter and liquor, stories from your separated years being shared. You can’t remember the last time you felt this happy, this content - this at home.
“Ade, remember when Vinnie Patchett lifted up your skirt?” You ask, Ada choking on her drink, laughter overwhelming her. “You kicked him so hard in the balls he couldn’t walk for a week.”
“He’s lucky I didn’t rip them off.” She says grinning, leaning back in her seat. “Was that the same day you slipped and fell into the canal?”
“I forgot about that!” You gasp, still able to recall the fear you felt from being unable to swim.
“I’ve never seen Tommy move so fast.” She says, referring to the way he dove into the water and pulled you to safety, you smiling involuntarily at the memory. “He didn’t take his eyes off you for ages after that.”
Calloused hands place themselves on top of your shoulders, mint and aftershave filling your senses. “If I’d a known you were talking about me, I’d have shown up sooner.”
Butterflies fill your stomach, tingles travelling from the top of your spine to the tips of your toes at the voice. Ada wiggles her eyebrows at you teasingly, grinning suggestively.
Spinning around in your chair, you finally set eyes on Thomas Shelby, your breath getting caught in your throat.
You’d forgotten how piercing his eyes were, flecks of blue upon blue as he looks down at you. His whole aura screams authority, a bubble of strength and subtle confidence surrounding his tall, broad figure.
“Aren’t you gonna say hello?” He asks, an unlit cigarette between his lips, that boyish charm you remember so well creeping through. He opens his arms widely, your brain finally sending the message to your feet as you stand up and into his embrace, surprised by the firm torso that greets you.
“Hi.” You say breathlessly, an involuntary sigh leaving you as you relax in his hold, feeling like that love struck teen all over again. His arms wrap around you tightly, safety and protection surrounding you. “How have you been?”
You pull back reluctantly, his hands slipping down to your lower back, keeping you close. You hold onto his upper arms, expensive fabric sitting beneath your fingertips.
“You know me, just been getting by.” He says, stepping back and lighting his cigarette, your skin tingling from where his hands lay moments before.
“Oh don’t be so modest, I hear the tales of you, Tommy.” You say, watching as the smoke leaves his lips. “Do they ring true?”
“Depends on the tale.” He replies coyly, a challenging glint in his eye. “Tell you what, have a drink with me and maybe I’ll slip you a few secrets.”
“That so?” You ask, crossing your arms, unable to control the smile on your lips. “Some authentic tales from the number one Peaky Blinder himself?”
He nods in confirmation, grinning and holding his hand out for you to take. “Once in a lifetime offer, love.”
“Well, in that case,” you pause, placing your empty glass into his out stretched hand. “I’m all yours.”
“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed.” Tommy says, dangling his legs over the edge of the canal, grabbing your hand to pull you down next to him. “How longs it been?”
“About six years I think, give or take. I haven’t changed that much.” You reply, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “You’re the one who’s got his own empire.”
He chuckles at your words, taking off his cap and placing it beside him, his hands finding the whiskey bottle he’s brought with him as he pours you a glass.
“I’m just a man trying to make an honest living.” He swirls around the drink in his glass, before his eyes find yours again. “I don’t remember you looking like that when you left.”
“Looking like what?” You challenge, raising your eyebrows, watching him over the rim of your glass. “Something wrong with the way I look?”
“No no, quite the opposite. You’re a proper woman now, aren’t you?” He says, gesturing towards you. “Your fella at home is a very lucky man.”
“Thanks.” You respond, “I’ll be sure to tell him when he exists.”
You feel his eyes burning into the side of your face as you look out to the canal, the moonlight illuminating the water, ripples knocking gently against the wall.
“What about you? Is there a lady in your life?” You ask, leaning back on your hands, the pavement smooth underneath your fingers. You try to hide the joy in your face when he shakes his head, your heart skipping in your chest.
“Just me for now, love.” He says, placing a fresh cig between his lips. You can’t help but watch as he ignites the end, admiring the way he makes the simplest actions so inticing. “Nobody round here seems to grab my attention.”
“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.” You say non chalantly, finishing your whiskey, using it to fuel your confidence. Shuffling closer to him, your wrap your hand around his wrist, guiding the cigarette that sits between his finger tips towards you.
His attention is focused on you as you wrap your lips around the tip of the tube, cheeks hollowing as you take a drag. Leaning backwards you tilt your head back, smoke escaping from your lips and into the open air.
“Is that so?” He questions, you nodding in response. “Where should I be looking, then?”
You think on it for a moment, psyching yourself up, not wanting to lose your chance to hesitation and overthinking. “You know what they say, sometimes the best things in life are right infront of you.”
Seconds pass, your words lingering in the air. You start to regret being so bold, so foolish for even considering that the guy sitting next to you would even look at you in any way other than his sister’s childhood friend.
Those thoughts come to a stop, however, when you feel his lips upon your own, you so in shock that you forget what to do for a moment, your body stiff.
He starts to pull away, your senses finally kicking into gear as you grasp at his blazer, pulling him back to you. His lips may be soft but his kisses are drastically different, passionate and hungry, like he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.
His hands grip at your hips, fingers digging in as his tongue slips into your mouth, mind foggy and dreamlike as you arch into his touch, every cell of your body on it’s highest sensitivity.
“(Y/N).” He groans, your fingernails dragging teasingly down his firm torso, moving closer and closer to where he desperately wants them. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling lightly, enjoying the way his hold on you tightens, keeping you right where he wants you.
You can’t stop the whine that leaves you as he pulls away from you, his pupils dark and dialated. Heavy breaths leave your mouth as you try to catch your breath, his hand cupping your face as his thumb traces over your lower lip.
“As much as I want to, and believe me, I really fucking want to,” he says, you laughing breathlessly at his words. “It’s not exactly the most private of places.”
You laugh breathlessly, common sense agreeing with his words but your body defying them, skin tingling and thighs aching as you gaze at his lips, your mind racing with thoughts so impure they’d make the devil look tame.
Leaning closer to him, you brush your lips against his ear, fingertips remembering their path as they trace over Tommy’s thighs, creeping their way up slowly. A sigh leaves his lips as you palm him over his trousers, his cock pushing against it’s restraints.
A/N: I ammmmmsoooooo sorry I slacked. A lot hit me this month and as I tried dealing with it, I had a huge time struggling of course. Please forgive me.
Pairing: fratboy! Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: finally a makeup??
Word Count: 3.2k
REQUESTS: ALWAYS OPEN
Over the course of the next couple of days, everyone allowed you to isolate yourself and rarely interrupted your patheticness beyond the simple walkthrough. Garrett brought you dinner every night though he often left quickly due to your mute-like state. You knew you should say or do something but you couldn’t bring yourself to. There were too many negative emotions ruling your mind, reminding you of the wounds you endured the first time Eric Moore ruined your life.
Tonight was different, however, as all your friends surrounded you.
“We know you’re upset-” Stacie started softly, the sad look deepening as you caught her gaze. She closed the door of your dorm behind her as she, Brett, and Garrett made themselves comfortable around the room.
“I’m fine.” The interjection was so robotic that even you winced before mumbling, “I don’t know how to feel. I mean I have no right to be angry, right?”
“You do.” Garrett chirped, spinning in your computer chair.
You shrugged before sitting yourself up, pulling your knees to your chest. “So why didn’t you say something earlier?”
Brett stepped in this time, a sigh coming from his mouth, “Tom didn’t tell anyone Y/N, not until he started introducing pledges…”
Nodding, you sunk your chin down on top of your knees, knowing that the situation would have happened either way. Your friends watched silently as you sheltered yourself in your mind, thinking slowly about what should be done or said next.
Thankfully, Brett decided to speak up again.
“You know he feels awful.”
“Absolutely awful.” Garrett echoed.
“He blames himself, Y/N and you know that’s not fair. Not to him.”
“I know it’s not.” You sighed, shaking your head.
“So why ignore him, buddy?” Garrett asked, his eyebrow bent in question.
You closed your eyes tightly, “What do I do? Hey sorry Tom, that new pledge was my ex that decided to take my virginity as a joke? We had some great times until he cheated on me? Told everyone I was a whore?” Even saying it aloud still inflicted some kind of a pain in you but with your face buried in your knees and eyes closed, no one noticed your flinch.
The bed dipped under someone’s weight as they moved closer to you causing your eyes to open to a very stern Stacie.
“We are not doing this Y/F/N Y/L/N. I watched you ruin yourself over some low life.” Her little finger waged in front of your face as Stacie continued, “He hurt you more than we can ever understand, I know that but I watched you get better.” A little frown took over her face. “I am not going to let you keep sulking when literally no one cares about that fucking asshole.”
Tears pricked at your eyes as emotion weighed on you. Stacie was right- you let yourself hurt far too long. Shaking your head you slowly wrapped your arms around your best friend, letting yourself relax into her touch as you sobbed.
Soon everyone was on the bed, the four of your making a little group hug as they let you cry. When the tears dried, you choked out a joke, “God, can’t even let a girl be sad in peace.”
Everyone chuckled except for Garrett, who simply answered, “You’ve spent so much time being sad already, it’s time for you to be happy.” Before you knew it, you were launching yourself at your brother, hugging him tightly as he squealed from the emotional PDA.
Later that night you found your spirits to be somewhat lifted as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Much to everyone’s begging, you took a shower and even went as far as doing your hair and some light makeup. Stacie told you to be ready at seven, which was fast approaching, though you had no idea what for.
Glancing at your phone, your mind wandered to Tom. That night, he tried so hard to reach you. Dozens of calls and texts made you turn your phone off in guilt. He had no idea what to do and the shame almost buried you in your bed yet you didn’t know what to say to him. He deserved more than what you were giving him. Shaking your head at your reflection, you allowed yourself a small smile when there was a knock at your door.
Again, your favorite trio appeared, all dressed casually with wicked smiles.
“It’s time to get little lovebird to a party!” Brett said cheekily, his arm wrapped around Stace, nodding his head to the door.
“Party?” Your eyebrows furrowed together. “I’m not sure that I’m ready…”
Garrett grasped your hand as he pulled you and the others out of the dorm, “You’re ready plus you got us. And Tom.”
You bit your lip to hide your smile.
The ATO house used to look inviting to you but a small ache of dread filled you as you took the front steps with your best friends. The music vibrated throughout the walls as you walked into the foyer, your eyes scanning almost frightened like while Garrett’s grip on you gave a reassuring squeeze. The house was crowded, you realized because of a football game that was won, with bodies littered in every nook and cranny. But despite how frantic your eyes were moving, you couldn’t find Tom.
“He’s around somewhere babe,” Stacie said, inching herself into closer to you and breaking your brother’s grip on you. “How about we go get some drinks?’
Wordlessly, you nod, knowing you would need some kind of help to talk to Tom.
Stacie ushered you to the kitchen, Garrett off with some friends and Brett trailing close behind as the three of you pushed through the swarms of people. Entering the kitchen, you found many friendly faces staring back at you.
“Y/N!” Paul called happily, his hands filled with various alcohol bottles. He threw his arms up wanting a hug and you gladly let him clumsily engulf you in a hug before he moved on to Stacie. “I was wondering when you lovely ladies were going to show up.”
“Fashionably late of course.” Stacie winked at him as she pulled away.
“Or you forgot what time we started.”
Everyone snickered as Paul’s sly comment came from behind his grin. Putting down the alcohol, he quickly started making drinks for the three of you while chatting mindlessly with Brett as you remained quiet. It was until a drink was shoved in your hand that you finally spoke up and muttered a simple thank you.
Paul shot you a small smile, knowing you had been distraught lately. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he raised his cup, “A toast to a very good night!”
Raising your glass along with the others, you all clinked the glasses together with a smile before you all hurried put the cups to your lips.
Brett was the first one to finish his entire drink while you followed in a close second, pulling a face the second the cup is away from your mouth. “Gross.” You groaned as you smashed the cup down on a counter.
“What the fuck was that Paul?” Stacie demanded as she winced.
Even Paul looked as if he was having such a hard time swallowing his own creation, merely shrugging his shoulders. He poured more shots this time but refrained from trying to make a drink of it as he passed the cups around again. Taking his shots quickly, he looked at you as if he suddenly remembered a big secret. “Oh yeah, Y/N, Tom is in the living room by the booth!”
Your cheeks redden as you downed your shots, the redness growing with warmth from the drinks. “Thanks!”
“Why do we go find him?” Brett suggested softly, his arm coming around both you and Stace. His girlfriend nodded frantically as you two were both whisked out of the kitchen.
Loosening up, the chatter between the three of your grew as the music vibrates through you as you all tried navigating through the crowds. Brett and Stacie were bantering about where they would sleep tonight as your eyes focused on faces all around you. A heaviness weighed in your stomach as you searched all for the one British boy, a small fear of him not being here growing in you until you finally had a clear view of the DJ booth. Though you wish you hadn’t.
Swallowing, you took in Tom leaning against the booth with a small smile on his lips. He looked good with his messy hair and tight black v-neck but your eyes stayed on the hands bracing against his chest. Sarah. Of course, that snake would wound herself around him, you weren’t surprised, but you were shocked that Tom wasn’t pushing her way. That he looked like he didn’t want to push her away.
“Y/N-” Stacie cooed playfully but paused when she followed your gaze, a small hiss leaving her lips.
Brett groaned, his arm pulling from your shoulders as he palmed his face. “He’s a fucking idiot.”
But you weren’t mad. After all, you left his party after promising to stay with him and had been ignoring him for the past couple of days. It stung still but you couldn’t bring yourself to march over there and smack him like your body was willing you to.
“It’s fine.” You echoed your thoughts glancing at your friends with a shrug. “He isn’t doing anything wrong.”
“The hell he is!”
You ignored Stacie as you glanced at Brett. “I don’t know about the both of you but I’m in the mood to dance.” You flashed a smile that you weren’t sure was fake or real before darting off, knowing you couldn’t stand listening to your best friends try to make you feel better. You were hurt, you knew that much, but the alcohol definitely made it easier for the moment.
Plus, it was just easier to forget. You threw your hands lazily up above your head, slowly spinning your hips as you willed yourself to let go. You let go of Eric Moore and his haunting words, of all the insecurities that caused you to live bedridden, and lastly, you let go of Tom. Thoughts of him invaded your mind but you kept moving, ignoring the pounding in your chest as the music drowned out everything else.
People chattered around you and you occasionally greeted a friend or two as they moved past you, even going as far as accepting a drink from ATO’s president, Mike, as he passed you. Downing the drink, the song changed and you found yourself grinning when a pledge flashed a smile. If you could remember correctly, his name was Kolby and he was one of the newest members inducted the other night. You welcome him as he took a few steps closer to you, leaning down as he spoke loudly over the music, “You’re Y/N right? Garrett’s sister?”
Nodding, you smiled as he matched your movement, playfully flirting with you as you two danced. “Yeah- you’re Kolby. Congrats on induction dude. What made you go ATO?”
Kolby chuckled as he waved a hand in between the two of you, “Hot girls.” You must have pulled of a face because he laughed again, “Kidding! I just like the people. Your brother won me over.”
As he did everyone. You just smiled as you rested a hand on his shoulder, the two of you dancing still, now slightly closer to each other. Kolby wasn’t pushing any moves on you other just mimicking your dancing and you respected him more purely for that. Your eyes wandered and you couldn’t help yourself from glancing at the booth, a pang echoing in your chest as Tom was still situated with Sarah, though his eyes were moving around the room.
Not wanting to make eye contact with him, you looked away and took a step closer to Kolby. He must have caught your gaze because he offered you a sweet smile and a cocked eyebrow. “Yeah, I thought you were Tom’s girl.”
The comment made you stop dancing as you tilted your head, “Wait, what? Where did you-”
“C’mon Y/N, I was at induction night,” Kolby said softly and you winced, realizing everyone was there that awful night. “Plus Tom made it clear that you were his after we all went to the beach and Paul was getting too handsy.”
You took your bottom lip in between your teeth as your eyes glanced at Tom, who was still preoccupied. “Doesn’t look too much like I’m his girl.”
“Seriously, you’re threatened by Sarah? She’s a succubus.”
Kolby’s comment made you belly laugh as you covered your mouth in embarrassment. You hated making negative comments about other women but you had never really met anyone like Sarah before and she did have a way of draining people.
“Why don’t we give Mr. VP some of his own medicine?”
You shook your head, “He wouldn’t notice.”
“Oh please. He’s been watching me like a hawk since I’ve approached you,” Kolby explained, his eyes glancing over your head at what you assumed was Tom. “He’s just trying to look unbothered. He’s baiting you.”
Turning slightly, you almost smiled to yourself when you saw Tom’s head snap back to Sarah the moment you moved. “See?” Kolby asked with a small smirk.
“You’re a really ballsy pledge,” You tisked but wrapped your arms around his neck nonetheless. “Thank you.”
Kolby shrugged as if it was nothing as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, him being respectful still and making you like him that much more. “I was bored- I’m sober brother tonight.” He offered as he slowly started moving you with the beat. “Plus I’ll definitely get brownie points with my pledge class when they find out I dared to dance with the VP’s girl.”
Rolling your eyes, you giggled slightly. The frat boys were notorious for playing games but when it came to their girls, they almost went barbaric.
As he guided the two of you, you realized he was slowly turning you around so you could now see behind you, giving you a clear shot at Tom. The brunette boy was openly looking at you, his interest in Sarah long gone as his eyes swept over you. Heat rose in your cheeks and body as his dark eyes traced your body, straying from your face. He couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes just yet but he did love getting to see you for the first time in a couple of days, even if it was you wrapped up in the arms of another man.
“Is it working?” Kolby asked, leaning in and ending your gaze at Tom as he came close to your ear.
Coyly, you nodded, a small smirk settling on your lips. “I think so but I don’t think he’ll come over.”
Kolby took that as a challenge as he pulled you closer to him, your fronts now softly rubbing against each other. You figured if there was no Tom that you’d thoroughly enjoy Kolby but your eyes liked the look Tom was glaring at you from across the room. His lips were pulled in a frown as he turned his body completely towards you, Sarah long forgotten as his eyes fell on Kolby’s hands around you.
You knew you probably shouldn’t have engaged in this little game but seeing Tom with someone else, even if it was your fault, you couldn’t help the pettiness in you win.
“Don’t kill me, yeah? I won’t actually touch you…” Kolby trailed off as his face came centimeters from yours, his lips just at the corner of your mouth. “Tom better come quickly because I might not be able to stop myself.” Kolby teased.
“Kolby.” You warned playfully though your eyes were still on Tom.
The pledge merely grinned, once again spinning you so now his eyesight was on the brit boy. “I know, I’m just teasing. I’m not trying to get decked like Moore.”
Another laugh escaped your throat as you relieved last week when Tom punched Eric for you. You supposed you were too caught up in wallowing that you couldn’t even enjoy the moment of Eric Moore getting what he deserved. Kolby cleared his throat causing you to peek over your shoulder to Tom stalking towards the two of you. “Looks like our little plan worked. Put in a good word for me if he tries to kill me-”
You opened your mouth to reassure him but you were cut off by Kolby as he rushed a greeting. “Hey, Tom!” His hands immediately dropped from your waist. You stilled, refusing to turn though, as the hairs on your neck stood up just at his closeness.
“Kolby.” Tom’s voice was cool and low, almost like he was right behind you but he walked past you, his shoulders squared as he looked the pledge up and down. “Need I remind you that you should keep your hands to yourself?”
Kolby smirked as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He shot you a look before taking a few steps back, nodding at Tom. “My bad dude, I was simply just keeping Y/N company.” And with, he walked away, disappearing in the crowd.
Tom turned to you, his lips still in a frown as he took in your face. You couldn’t hide from him anymore as you a blush formed on your cheeks. He took a step closer to you, his arms crossed. “So, you’ve ignored me long enough, yeah?” He started, his head tilting before he continued, “You ignore me for days then show up at my frat in my house with one of my pledges?” His eyebrows furrowed.
You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m sorrier than you know but I wasn’t the only one not alone.”
“Oh?” Tom asked, a hand moving to ruffle through his hair. “Are you talking about Sarah? The div was trying to cozy up to me because your brother denied her again..”
“Tom..” You trailed off realizing, once again, you had no idea why you reacted the way you did. “I just- okay picture how it looked to me okay?” You slowly allowed yourself to rest a hand on his forearm, just wanting the contact with him. “I didn’t know where we stood and I just saw her and thought you were done with me…” Ashamed, you looked down.
He sighed, using his free hand to push your chin up to look at him. “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you what you mean to me.”
You bit your lip, “As much as you can handle?”
Tom finally cracked a smile at you, his hands coming to cup either side of your face. “You are coming upstairs with me and we are finally defining this fucking mess and I’m going to make you mine, yeah? “
You flashed him a smile that widened when his lips were pressed against yours, his hands sliding to the back of the neck as he pulled you into him. Tom deepened the kiss quickly, eagerly, before pulling apart with a small smile. “Off we go.”
A/N: Well, THIS IS UNEDITED AND I AM SO SAD. This is the final installation of Want You (I mean unless you all convince me otherwise) I’m sooooooo excited and I’m so thakful- I love you all. Thank you for letting me right shitty smut and fanfiction for you.
Pairing: fratboy! Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Tom and Y/N FINALLY get to talk about what happened and things get heated.
WARNING: SMUT 18+ PLEASE Word Count: REQUESTS: open
Tom directed you effortlessly in the crowd as he pulled you behind him, his hand warm clasped in yours so he didn’t lose you. Following closely behind gave you an advantage of checking Tom out more thoroughly and without his smug glances. He looked so good to you and you wondered why it had taken so long for you to even noticed his beauty. Strong shoulders that fight against his shirt as well as his ever-growing arms, Garett always said Tom spent hours in the gym on bad days and you could tell, but it was his hair you loved- with his little curling tendrils.
You bit your lip, the warmness of alcohol settling in the pit of your stomach as the two of you conquered the stairs quickly. Both quiet when you reached Tom’s door, he let go of your hand momentarily to unlock his door with a key- smart, you thought. When the door closed behind the two of you, you found yourself awkwardly perched on top of his desk as he locked his door and shuffled to his bed.
Tom sat down casually, his elbows on the spread of his thighs as he drank you in, much like you did before. Quietly, he said, “Hi.”
A small smile graced your lips as you tilted your head. “Hi Tom.”
He rubbed his hands together quickly, his eyebrow dipping slightly. “I’ve missed you love.”
Your heart soared. “Have you?”
“Don’t be coy with me now, Y/N. You left me in the dark for a couple of days- of course, I have missed you. If you haven’t noticed, my days have become routine with you around.”
Sighing, you lowered your head. “I know Tom and I’m sorry.”
His hands braced themselves against his knees as he took you in, his eyes searching your face from a distance but his smoldering eyes stirring multiple feelings in your stomach. “What.. I’ve been waiting to ask you… What did he do to you, Y/N?” he asked softly, his eyes still watching you.
You nodded once before letting your eyes stay on the floor, mind racing with all you could say but trying to find the right way to say it without causing overwhelming emotions take over the conversation. Slowly, you connected your eyes with his, biting your lip before you began. “I used to date Eric, obviously. He was technically my first boyfriend ever…” You narrowed your eyes for a moment, hating that he was so many of your firsts, before continuing, “I liked him a lot, you know? And it was all so new- I was a freshman and a cute guy from a frat was giving me the time of day, I just thought it all made sense.”
Tom scoffed but held his hands up when you shot him a look. “I just- really fell for him. Eric was so smart on getting my guard down. He was friends with Garrett and got to know anything and everything about me… it was just easy being with him.” You shook your head as you let out a short laugh. “We had been together for a while at one point and he brought up sex. Looking back, I know I wasn’t ready but I wanted to be ready for him so bad…. So I just let him.. I don’t know I just let him have it even though I had saved myself for so long..”
“Y/N…” Tom interrupted when he noticed it was getting hard but you stopped him.
“No, it’s fine. When it was over, it was like a switch in Eric. He immediately left me and I just cried… I didn’t know what to do or how to feel but I just felt so empty. He didn’t text or call me for two days before I saw him again but he was with a girl.” You sighed now standing in front of the desk and not perched on the corner of it. “Long confrontation short, Eric told everyone at the party that he got to ‘fuck the new alpha’s little sister’ and that I was ‘quite the whore’.” Shaking your head, you were surprised when you felt the wetness on your cheek, sliding down your face. “I haven’t seen him since that night with very careful protocols, except for pledge night…”
Tom wordlessly extended his hand out to you, ushering you with the second to come to him, which you did slowly until you were in front of him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in between his legs, allowing you to still stand in case you wanted to put space between the two of you. With his arm secured around you, Tom gently held his head against your stomach, sighing.
“Darling, I can’t even begin how much he’s hurt you.” He whispered softly into your shirt, his head nuzzling into you as you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck. “He’s a wanker, a prick, and every bloody insult I can throw. He never deserved you.” Moving to look at you, he sent you a hesitant smile. “But you have to understand that I am not him.”
You nodded, blushing somewhat at his stare. “I know Tom… I just got so overwhelmed and I am so sorry. Please know that.” A hand circled at the nape of his neck, his curls now in your fingers as you brushed them through his hair. “I feel a lot when it comes to you.”
“I’d hope so love,” Tom whispered with a full-on smile. “I feel a lot when it comes to you as well.
Something about the way he was looking up at you with his teeth showing made you feel warmth all throughout your body. Slowly, you brought your lips down to his, the kiss so soft and sweet you felt weak in the knees.
Tom allowed you to dictate the kiss for a moment before he deepened the kiss, his arm tightening around your waist as he wanted no space between the two of you. These past couple of days had been hell on him with no contact with you, so he wasn’t going to give up the chance to touch you. His tongue slipped past your teeth as he groaned softly at your hand tightening his hair. He moved his chin higher to have more of an advantage of exploring your mouth greedily. Tom’s hands moved from your waist to the back of your knees, pulling you on top of him, allowing you to straddle him comfortably.
Giggling softly, you let him take charge of your mouth as his lips moved feverishly against yours, his hands mapping your body with an intimate curiosity. It didn’t take long for him to tear his lips away from you as he started kissing your jaw, his hands palming your ass as you pushed your chest against his.
“Y/N…” He mumbled into your skin as his teeth slightly scrapped against your neck, a sigh falling from your mouth, “I want to be with you so bad baby, can’t you see love?”
You tilted your head so he had better access for the attack on your neck, his kisses and teeth warming your entire body but his words were what made you moan. “I can definitely feel so,” you said breathlessly and cheekily as you wiggled in his lap, his hardness growing with your every move.
Tom growled slightly, scooting you further up his lap as his lips sucked on your collarbone. Again, you arched slightly, your chests both rising and falling quickly as you discovered each other. It had been so long for you to be intimate with someone but you didn’t even second guess this moment with Tom, if anything, you craved it much more than you thought.
Before you knew it Tom had ripped your shirt over your head and flipped you over, his eyes praising your shirtless body as he hovered over. “Fuck…” He whispered as he brought his gaze back up to you. “I want to take care of you, Y/N, will you let me?”
Looking at Tom above you like the angel you thought he was, a lump formed in your throat. You knew what he was asking had a double meaning- he wanted to take care of you now, in his room, but he wanted to always take care of you. Nodding silently, your eyes welled with the thought of being with him in any way and you let out a soft laugh as he grinned down at you.
“Love,” Tom whispered as his lips hovered over your bra, skimming the soft white skin spilling over the top. “I want you to moan for me, yeah?” His hands were at your waistband, slowly undoing the buttons. “I’m going to make you cum and I want you to be as loud as you want.”
You moaned in response as a free hand pulled your bra down, his tongue swirling around your nipple, a cold sensation that made you arch your back. Tom’s other hand was now in your pants, softly rubbing over your clit, making you squirm with overload stimulation.
It had been so long since you had been touched that your eyes fluttered closed and mouth opened slightly, relishing in the way his mouth and fingers felt on you. He hummed in appreciation as he kissed your exposed breast, soft nips and licks all around as his fingers dipped under your thong. The coldness of his fingers made you gasp but it soon turned into a whimper when his finger pressed firmly against the warmth of your clit.
“Just like that baby.” Tom praised as soft noises fell from your lips, his own now giving attention to your other breast.
Your hand gripped the hair at the nape of his neck while your other landed somewhere on his bicep and breathed heavily. A knot was forming in your stomach as Tom’s fingers hurriedly rubbed you in circles, causing your thighs to tighten and released with the pleasure building. “Tom.” You whined, your eyes opening when his mouth left your nipple.
He was smiling down at you, his lips red and plump with continued pressure as he pressed harder against your clit. “Cum for me Y/N. Say my name.”
You bit your lip at his words as the pressure in your stomach grew, your eyebrows furrowing as a guttural moan ripped through your lips. Tom worked you faster, a smug smirk on his lips as he watched your face intensely. “Tom…” You moaned before feeling yourself finally give in. Your legs shook as your stomach tightened, and you felt a warmth course through you as you continued to squirm.
Your eyes must have closed because seconds later you opened them, labored breathing as you took in the cheeky British boy in front of you. His grin widened as his hand softly slipped out of your pants, liking that you watched as he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking on your taste.
“Hm,” Tom hummed, “Amazing.”
You giggled slightly, your hands moving from his body and down to the waistband of his jeans but pouted when he stopped your hands. “No love.”
Tom nodded, buttoning your own pants for you. “I mean, of course yes, but I wanted to take care of you right now.” He offered a sweet smile, “I’m fine.”
Still, your hand teased his waistband and you giggled once again when you brushed his hard-on, a small groan coming from Tom. The teasing game would have gone on if you two weren’t interrupted.
“As much as this pains me to say it, that better be my sister in there.”
A loud laugh well from your mouth as Tom’s head hung with a groan. “Oh bloody hell.”
“I only say that because if you’re already fucking up again I’ll-”
Your brother only laughed at the sound of your voice as Tom pushed off of you, to allow you to get dressed. He winked at you before turning towards the door as you pulled your bra up and hurriedly slid your v-neck shirt back on. When he opened the door, you were casually sitting on Tom’s bed as he was leaning against the door. Your brother’s eyes searched your face, confused at your seeming natural stance until they narrow on your neckline. “Seriously?”
“What?” Both you and Tom asked as Tom turned to look at you only to snicker softly. Garrett rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room, his phone in his hand as he got closer to you. You shied away from him but he already had gotten what he wanted as he turned his phone screen towards you.
You gasped softly as a big, nasty, fresh hickey laid on your collarbone and neck. Glaring, Tom only chuckled when your eyes landed on him. “What the fuck Tom!”
He held up his hands innocently, “I had to mark my territory one way or another.”
Garrett groaned the picture on his phone long forgotten as he palmed his face. “Look, I’m obviously trying to be okay with you two but sometimes Tom, you just gotta know when to shut the fuck up.”
Despite the awkwardness of being somewhat caught, all three of your howled with laughter until tears welled in your eyes as you looked between your brother and your… whatever Tom was. But you felt real happiness settle in your stomach. You were finally happy and you owed it all to the stupid little smug fratboy.
So can I have a imagine where you’re mob!tom’s side chick but you don’t know you are until his wife walks in
You sat on Tom’s lap at his desk, straddling him. Your fingers ran through the curls at the back of his head, twisting it around your index finger and then letting it unravel into a small and bouncy curl. His hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck.
You sighed and then pulled away from him, placing your hands on his face.
“We’re coming up to a year next week. I can’t believe that we’ve been with each other for almost a year.” You smile, sweet memories filling your head like a large, fluffy cloud. “I love you, Tom.”
He smiled and hummed, pulling you closer to him. However, your smile faltered as he didn’t respond to your ‘I love you’. He never did - not even once during your relationship.
“Are you okay?” You said slowly, looking into his sharp brown eyes for clarity.
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled weakly. There seemed to be a bit of guilt hidden in his dark irises, but you always ignored it. “So, what do you want to do today?” A smirk formed on his face as he leaned back into your neck, leaving wet kisses down to your collarbone.
“Well, I was thinking that we could maybe-”
Your eyes snapped open and glared at Tom who stopped what he was doing, his deathly grip loosening. You looked over your shoulder, as did the mobster before he pushed you off of him so you fell onto the floor. Your head thumped, blood rushing to your brain.
“Darling!” He said, panic in his voice. You sat up and saw a woman in the doorway wearing an expensive black dress, clutching onto her purse. Her blonde hair was combed into a tight bun at the top of her head. She probably just came back from work, definitely not expecting this.
“Darling?” You repeated, standing up and rubbing the back of your head.
“Who are you?” The woman asked, sadness and shock evident in her tone.
“Who are you?” You asked, eyes trailing down to her hand which was holding onto her purse for dear life. On her ring finger proudly sat a diamond ring that shone brightly against the sunlight that was glaring through the curtains. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that she must have been his wife.
“T-Tom, explain to me what’s going on?” She croaked, dropping her purse and holding onto the doorframe for stability.
“I-I…” His voiced trailed off once his eyes locked with your sad ones.
“Is this the reason why you never said you loved me? Why you never talked about marriage or kids with me?”
Tom sighed and nodded, unable to look at the pair of you.
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I-I wanted to tell you at some point.” His voice broke.
“I was in love with you, Tom. You meant the fucking world to me. But, apparently I’m nothing but a side-bitch to you.” You yelled, grabbing your purse and phone that was sat on the desk. “How could you do that to me? To us? Your girlfriend and-and wife.”
“That’s not good enough, Tom.” You pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “You’ll never be good enough for me.” You muttered before walking out of the room and not looking back. His hand brushed over your wrist in an attempt to bring you back to him, but his touch could never be the same.
Hi guys!!! Let me know what you thought of this??? I’m new at writing smut so any tips would be great! Also how hot is Tommy? Like what the fuck?
(y/n) hasn’t planned on going to a party that night, let alone one as rowdy as the one she found herself in. Her friend Lyla has been trying to hookup with Vince Neil for the past couple weeks, but she needed (y/n) in order to actually get into the parties.
(y/n) was the prize of California, with beautiful tanned skin, jet black hair, and a smile that’s hard to not fall for. She came into the limelight when she just turned 20, after being discovered at a burlesque bar. She had been singing for the dancers since she was 16 and lucky for her, the hard work paid off.
Four years later, she was still the fan favorite. The epitome of a sweetheart so it was a shock to everyone when she finally agreed to going to a Mötley Crüe party. She had heard rumors of the band, expecting to see nothing but drugs and sex surrounding them. She was right.
“I can’t believe you talked me into coming.” (y/n) muttered, following her scantly clad best friend through the crowd.
“Me either, i thought it’d take a couple more weeks. But i’m not complaining. Tonight is the night i get Vince Neil.” Lyla responds, taking a drag from her cigarette.
“Doesn’t he sleep with everyone?” She asks.
Lyla laughs, “Haven’t you been listening? No, he doesn’t sleep with everyone. I have yet to have that honor.”
(y/n) shakes her head and runs into her best friends back, causing her to stumble backwards, “Lyla, what the hell?”
“There they are.” She whispers
(y/n) cranes her neck to see the four boys sitting around the couch, passing a little mirror with a couple of lines. (y/n) had never been one to mess with drugs, not that she had anything against trying it, it just never seemed to be something that she went out of her way to try. People assumed she wouldn’t, so it was never offered.
The boys snorted the lines with ease, and her gaze stops at the man who had a drumstick in one hand and the mirror in the other. Tommy Lee.
“Im going in. You coming?” Lyla says, shaking (y/n) from her trance.
“No, you go ahead though. I’m gonna grab a drink.” (y/n) replies, turning to the direction of the bar.
Lyla had always been bold with men, (y/n) was more on the shy side with them. She wasn’t exactly the type of girl to go out of her way to get someone’s attention.
“What can i get you?” A blonde bartender asks.
(y/n) pauses before answering, “Three shots of Tequila please?”
The bartenders eyebrows shoot up at her request but grabs the three shot glasses. (y/n) hadn’t planned on getting drunk, but she figured when in Rome.
The blonde places the three shots in front of her and just as (y/n) downs the first a voice behind her startles her, “(y/n) (y/l/n) shooting Tequila at a Crüe party?”
(y/n) wipes the side of her mouth, and looks over at the boy with the drumsticks, “That surprising?”
Tommy smiles and takes a seat next to the girl. His gaze lands on her hazel eyes and he swears he just fell in love with the girl. Her black leather pants hugged her curves in all the right places, her red shirt was cut low so you could a bit of white lace from the bra hidden underneath.
“Fuck yeah it is. We heard you might be coming, but who the fuck thought you’d actually show up.” He rambles.
(y/n) heard the nervousness in his tone and smirked, her red painted lips left a stain on the shot glass she had placed upside down. She handed Tommy one of her shots, “Join me? I think you’ll be surprised at how fun i can be.”
Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, “Now that’s something i’d like to see. Good girl gone bad?”
(y/n) downs the next shot and shrugs, “I don’t know how i got this good girl persona, one day i woke up and that was who people thought i was. I just never cared.”
Tommy takes the shot and orders four more, “So who is (y/n) (y/l/n)?”
(y/n) tilts her head to the side, looking up to the tall drummer, “A couple more shots and i promise, you’ll get to see her.”
The bartender continues to bring the two shots as they joke and talk together. She’s shocked at how well the two are getting along. She didn’t think the drummer would have anything in common with her, but here they were talking about their love for the same eyeliner.
“It just doesn’t smudge!” Tommy agrees with (y/n).
She giggles and feels the affects of the alcohol, her vision gets a bit hazy and she puts a hand up to Tommy, “I think you’re cute.”
“I think you’re beautiful.” He replies, looking at her smile.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” (y/n) teases, knowing the boys reputation.
Tommy coughs and a blush spreads across his cheeks, “I’ll admit a few have heard it. But i typically have them in bed by now.”
Now it’s her turn to blush, she turns her head away and pulls her hand back to take the last shot she had. As the tequila burns her throat she stands, “Show me what you got, rockstar.”
Tommy’s shocked at her bold statement, but stands anyway. A smirk is playing at his lips, thinking of just how good he would make her feel. The jewel of California in his bed. The so called good girl, wanting bad boy Tommy Lee. What a headline that would be. He takes her small hand in his, “You sure you can handle it, princess?”
(y/n) steps toward the tall drummer, standing on her tip toes so they’re lips are only a few inches away, “You think you can?”
Tommy raises an eyebrow at the girl, his eyes darken and he quickly pulls her through the crowd into Vince’s room. Only a few seconds pass before the door is locked and the two are on the bed.
(y/n) straddled Tommy, leaving his hands to roam her body, feeling every curve he had been dying to touch since he saw her at the bar. Her dark hair curtained over the two kissing and he took the opportunity to grab her hair and pull it back, breaking the kiss.
(y/n) let’s out a moan as he places kisses down her neck, sucking and leaving a mark or two before releasing her hair from his hold, only to have (y/n) throw him back onto the bed.
She pulls her shirt off revealing her white lace bra.
“You look like a fucking Angel.” Tommy says, admiring her beauty.
(y/n) blushes but leans down to place a kiss on his lips, giving him leverage to flip the two over. He quickly sheds his shirt and the second he looks down her pants are off, revealing a rose tattoo on her hipbone and a matching white lace thong.
he leaves a trail of wet kisses down her stomach and stopping when he gets to the white lace. (y/n) props herself on her elbows to see the boy below her, his eyes waiting for hers and he uses his teeth to pull down the fabric. She can feel herself get even more wet just at the sight of him doing that.
His mouth comes back to her sensitive area and starts kissing her everywhere other than where he knew she needed him. She started raising her hips, getting impatient, “Tommy…” she moans.
“Tell me what you want princess?” he whispers, pressing kisses over the rose tattoo.
“Your tongue. Now.” she says desperately.
Tommy smirks and finally licks her clit. (y/n) throws her head back at the rough contact and she puts her hands through his hair, keeping him right where she wants him. Tommy knew what he was doing and she could tell. His tongue goes fast against her clit and he slips in two fingers, causing her to moan, yet again.
“Oh my god” (y/n) moans, trying to keep herself from moving around too much. He takes his fingers out from her and just when she’s about to complain, he replaces them with his tongue.
His fingers work fast against her clit and the sensation was just enough to make her cum. her legs clasp together around his head and her hand grips his hair.
“Holy shit.” she breaths, letting her legs collapse next to him. Tommy looks up at her and puts the two fingers in his mouth, “You taste like an angel too.”
He kicks off his pants, loosing patience and leans into her, (y/n) giggles when he starts nibbling on her lips.
“You like how you taste princess?”
His dick gets harder as she moans at his words. Tommy loved knowing he had her moaning underneath him. The girl everyone wanted, wanted him.
Her hand slips into his black boxers and he freezes momentarily as her hand grips his hard member.
She peels back his boxers and Tommy grabs a condom from Vince’s nightstand. Thank fucking god he had some all over the house.
He rips the condom over and (y/n) takes the foil from his mouth and replaces it with her mouth. Tommy gets lost in kissing the girl underneath him. Her lips soft and her kiss passionate. He could feel her fighting for dominance and smirks, he liked the fact she thought she stood a chance.
(y/n) shakes her head at the boys smirk and slips the condom over his cock, causing his breathing to stop momentarily, and giving her the control she had been fighting for.
“You fight dirty.” He whispers.
“I like to win.” She replies and just as she’s about to complain about him taking too long, he sinks into her.
He watches as her eyes roll back and he unhooks her bra when her back arches. He grabs the front of the lace bra and uses it to pin her hands above her head.
“I like to win too.” He smirks as she fights against his grip.
She stops the second he pushes back into her and she grabs the side of Tommy’s hand, moaning.
“That’s right princess, let everyone know who’s making you feel good.” Tommy coos causing (y/n) to moan even louder at his words.
He speeds up his pace and let’s go of her hands. (y/n) quickly tosses the bra to the floor and scratches at his back.
“Fuck Tommy, faster.” She moans.
He puts her legs on top of his shoulders, giving him a deeper angle and follows the princess’ orders.
Her moans get louder as she gets closer to her orgasm and Tommy looks down at the beauty coming undone in front of him.
“Say my name, princess.” He whispers into her ear.
“Tommy” she says breathlessly.
“Scream it baby.” Tommy says, his pace getting slower, waiting for her.
“Tommy!” She obeys and he speeds up, hitting her g spot and sending her over the edge.
She lets out a small scream as she comes undone and Tommy follows after her, relishing in her praises.
He lets go of her legs and lays beside her, “Holy shit.”
“Fucking hell.” She agrees with him.
He laughs and turns to look at the girl next to him, her black hair a mess and her red lipstick smudged, “So that was (y/n) (y/l/n)?”
(y/n) laughs and sticks her hand out to the drummer, “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
“Damn right it is.” He says before pulling her into another kiss.