What happens when a fuckboy with some anger issues and a bad streak is forced to work alongside someone who's his opposite? And what happens if they can be ripped from him in seconds? This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. It contains smut. This story is set to mature for a reason. If you are under 18, don't read. If I see that you're under 18 and still interacting with this story, I will block you. ---------------------- I do not own or Tom Holland personally and the events that take place are that of fiction. ------------------------------- This story is also being posted to MY AO3 under starksparker This story is also being posted to MY Tumblr under starksparker ----------------------------- The work here is mine and under no circumstance does anyone have permission to repost to any platform, distribute with credit, or distribute as their own. Do not repost. Do not claim as your own. Do not repost with "credit".

Okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren't the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular coffee shop. Maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. Maybe. Pairing/AU: University AU - Student!Tom Holland x Student!Female Reader Updates: Sundays Series Warnings: Mature Themes - swearing, alcohol consumption, drunken behaviour, implied and explicit sexual content, description of injuries, questionable caffeine-intake levels, social media

you're trying to get over your flakey romance and he's trying to impress his parents, there's no harm to that.. right?