Oneshots by worldoftom [t.h. x female]

Birthday, Interrupted [uni au] *

prompt: it is tom's birthday and you and tom keep trying to get alone for his special birthday present (sex ofc) but keep getting interrupted ; written for @hollandsrecs's Birthday Fic Fest on tumblr

words: 14.5k

pairing: uni ! Tom x uni ! fem ! reader

warnings: a whole freaking lot of blowjobs so stay clear of this if you don't like reading about sucking dick; deep throating, mouth fucking, nipple play, bj at a club's bathroom stall, mentions of dudes being assholes and sexist but nothing detailed, public exposure / slight exhibitionism, y/n enjoys being manhandled + being called a 'slut', more nipple play, germs!, intercourse, choking, choking with fingers, fingering, slight overstimulation, spitting, cum play that gets a little nasty but I promise Tom+Y/n are really, really cute :D

b's note » happy birthday, Tom Holland! my apologies in advance for what your character is going to endure and what they're going to end up doing. enjoy!

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"Happy birthday, stud."

Tom jumps about five feet in the air when he hears you. You don't blame him. After all, you have sneaked into his bedroom without him knowing. It was only luck that he wasn't in here when you arrived, and you were pretty nervous because anybody could have opened the door and found you leaning against the window, but thankfully it was him. And he looks surprised. Which is the whole point.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he hisses, stomping closer to you. One of his hands is holding a towel around his middle, clearly fresh out of the shower. Bare feet thumping lightly on the hardwood floor.

"I wanted to give you my birthday present..." you say in the melodic purr you know makes him weak in his knees.

"We agreed we weren't doing presents..."

"I know that, but trust me," you smirk, "this one is worth it."

"You didn't bring anything, though," he points out shrewdly, looking around the room as he vaguely gestured with his hands.

"Yeah, it's nothing I needed to bring, but I can say it will be the best way to start off your day," you say, patting the hand he has on his towel with yours.

"What do you say, stud?" you add, pulling on his hand. The towel remains around his hips, but the knot isn't tight enough to hold on for long. "Up for a b-day blowie?"

"Nobody says b-day, y/n..."

You roll your eyes at his obsession with details. "Is that a yes or a no?" you ask, not waiting for his agreement before you pull on his towel and watch it fall to the floor.

"I— yeah—" he says, or tries to, voice struggling to come out in a full coherent sentence. When you look up, Tom is running a hand through his thick hair, the unruly curls framing his forehead. "Yeah, I mean, you— I'm not—"

"It's okay, I got you," you say, dismissing his stuttering and dropping to your knees on the big teal rug that was smooth to the touch by his bed.

Tom isn't hard, that's probably why he's standing there looking at his midriff with dismay, but you know him quite well by now. You know all the soft spots and sweet spots and the pressure spots where all you need to do is kiss and lick and breathe heavily onto his skin, and yeah. There he goes, his cock springs up to attention in your fist right away. He takes a deep breath in when you lick up his length even though it's still half soft, moving up to his belly as your hand pumps him up to full size.