Tom Holland & Co. Smut

Bad Boys, Even Better Sex

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, willing the irritating stinging sensation to dissipate. You had been staring at your laptop for the past hour and a half typing up an assignment that would secure your final grade was an A. Your in class presentation had gone marvelously and you had worked your ass off all year, staying in and studying when your classmates had gone out to party, waking up early and attending an impressive 97% of your lectures while others stayed in bed nursing hangovers. You spent all year ignoring the whispers of other students calling you a bore, a teacher's pet and a nerd. You simply chose to focus on your education rather than drinking and partying your college years away. You were tired of writing up your final assignment and needed it a break, it wasn't due until next week anyways and you knew exactly who to text to relieve your stress.

Grabbing your phone you unlocked it, tapping into your whatsapp group chat with Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield, the two guys your classmates would least pair you with. Resident bad boys of your uni, the type of guys that partied every night and your typical fuckboys who slept with a different girl every night. Although one of those statements had changed around 5 months ago, the only girl either of them regularly fucked was you, and lately you were the only girl they fucked period. It was the three of you's little secret, it had started when the professor had asked you to give both of them calculus grinds, she had offered you extra credit, not like you needed it, you were the smartest person in class and worked hard, but you did it anyway, you couldn't deny both boys were ridiculously attractive and since you had no time for boyfriends you were thinking you could probably get a good lay out of either of them. What you didn't expect was to end up sandwiched between them after the most mind-blowing sex you'd ever had, much less it turn into a regular thing ending up in a friends with benefits arrangement with both boys.

You were brought out of your daydream by your phone pinging, you quickly unlocked it, a small grin gracing your features as you read the text, 'We'll be there shortly princess, and don't you dare touch yourself, we'll know if you do.' You bit your lip, excitement running through you already. You quickly got up, tidying away your laptop and your notes before you realized you were dressed in your most comfortable, old university hoody which had seen better days, tattered, stained and discoloured. You knew it didn't matter what you were dressed like, you had hooked up before in sweats, an old t-shirt, messy bun and no makeup but lately you had felt the odd need of at least making yourself presentable. You grabbed the new set of lingerie you hadn't had the chance to wear yet, it was a soft pink silk with touches of lavender lace. Stripping your clothes you caught yourself wondering if the boys would like the set, more specifically if Tom would. You quickly shook the thoughts from your head, it was just sex, you had your finals coming up in a month and you had no time for complicated feelings. You mentally thanked yourself for having taken a shower earlier and decided to shave, you pulled the panties up over your smooth legs and hooked the bra behind your back. Letting your hair down you attempted to run your fingers through it, little grunts of frustration leaving your lips as they got tangled and you tugged to free them, deciding it was too late to try brush it through you just flattened down your baby hairs hoping the would stick down. Walking over to your vanity you brushed a couple coats of mascara through your lashes and painted your lips a mauve pink colour to match your underwear.

The sound of your doorbell startled you a little, you grabbed your fluffy bathrobe from your chair and wrapped it around you incase it was an unexpected guest and not the two handsome brits. You unlocked the door, peeking out to see the familiar faces, they were both clad in black t-shirts and jeans, their trademark smirks plastered on their faces, you dumped your robe at your feet, kicking it to the side before fully opening the door. Their eyes fell upon your scantily clad body, drinking your form in hungrily, low whistles of appreciation leaving their lips.