Requested by MARVEL8002: Tom is a popular fuckboy and Y/N is not. They have a one-time thing and it escalates from there

I sat in the lecture theatre, waiting for the lecture to start as my laptop sat on the table in front of me. I looked to the doors of the theatre, my eyes rolling by themselves as Tom Holland walked in with a new random girl on his arm. They smirked at each other, Tom pecking her lips before his eyes flicked up and landed on me. He broke the kiss, his smirk widening as he winked at me. I rolled my eyes again and flipped him off, only making him smirk more. Tom Holland was a different breed of asshole. He was known around the university campus as "Fuckboy Holland" due to the fact that he'd fuck a different girl every night, would walk into class with a different girl on his arm every day and would make out with countless at parties. I believed that his personal record was twenty girls made out with in the space of half an hour. Unfortunately for me, we took the same degree, meaning that I had the dishonour of seeing him almost every day of the week. To make matters worse, I was good friends with his best mate, Harrison, which meant that I also saw him at parties and when I hung out with Harrison. In a nutshell, I couldn't seem to avoid him. It sucked because he was actually a very attractive guy, and if he wasn't such a womaniser, I'd quite like him. Just a shame that he was such a dick. I clenched my jaw and glued my eyes to the screen of my laptop as Tom and the girl that he was with went into the row behind me and sat directly behind me. I gulped, trying not to look at the smug asshole as I felt him leant forward and place his lips by my ear.

"She could be you, darling. If only you finally let yourself give into me." he whispered. I scoffed and shook my head, practically hearing the smirk in his voice as he leant back into his chair. That was another thing. Tom flirted with me at every single opportunity that he got. I wasn't sure if it was because he actually liked me, or if he just did it because he knew that it annoyed me. Probably the latter, knowing him. I kept my posture and looked forwards as the lecturer walked in and the class started.

I walked out of the uni building, following the other students who'd also been in my class as I left the lecture.

"Y/N!" I turned around and smiled as Harrison jogged towards me.

"Hello, my blond friend." I chuckled, making him smile as he hugged me.

"How was class?" he asked as he looked down at me and stuck his hands into his leather jacket pockets as we started to walk along.

"It was good. It's going well." I smiled.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Because I need to ask you for a favour." he nodded. My eyebrows furrowed and I looked up at him.

"What favour?" I chuckled nervously. He bit his lip and sighed, telling me that I wasn't going to like this.

"Tom would never admit this since he's too proud, but he's failing your class. He needs someone to tutor him. And I think that you're the perfect person to do that job." he admitted. My eyes widened and I stopped in my tracks, making Harrison sigh again as he looked at me.

"You want me to tutor Tom? That asshole?" I scoffed.

"Please, Y/N. I know that you practically hate his guts, but you don't need to like it. Think of it as a favour for me as opposed to a favour for him." he nodded. I sighed and bit my lip, my mind screaming at me to say no. But for some reason, my heart was telling me to do it.

"Would it only be one session?" I gulped.

"Fully. He just needs help with the essay that you guys have to turn in. As soon as it's good enough for him to pass, he's out of the woods. It'll be, like, an hour at the most." he encouraged. I sighed and looked at him. The boy bit his lip and raised his eyebrows, telling me that he was hopeful that I'd say yes.

"Fine." I gave in. Harrison's eyes brightened.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed, making me laugh as he hugged me tightly.

"Don't thank me yet, the asshole still has to pass." I chuckled.

"He will pass if you help him." he smiled, making me jokingly roll my eyes.

"I'll be over tonight. Tell Tom that he has to take this seriously, though, or I'm out." I warned.

"I've got you, Y/N. See you tonight." he nodded. I returned it and sighed before walking away, the magnitude of what I'd just agreed to starting to sink in. But I couldn't back out now.

I knocked on the door to Tom and Harrison's house and waited for a response. It opened to reveal Tom...and yet another girl.

"Thanks for a good time." the girl giggled, making me roll my eyes.

"Anytime, love." Tom smiled, pecking her lips before she headed down the stairs. She gave me a small smile, making me sigh as I looked up at Tom.

"Hey, babe." he smirked as he leant against the door. I rolled my eyes and headed into the house, Tom looking at me as I passed him.

"You ready to do this essay? Because that's all that we'll be doing." I nodded as Harrison appeared from the kitchen.

"Don't worry, I'll change your mind." he smirked, his eyes flicking up and down my body as he bit his lip. I rolled my eyes again and looked at Harrison for help.

"Mate, take this seriously. She's doing a favour for me, don't fuck it up." he scoffed and shook his head.

"Alright, Jesus, fine. But don't expect me not to flirt." he chuckled.

"Yes, because why would you just not act like a douche at all times?" I retorted, making him smirk as we headed up the stairs and into his room.

Tom and I sat at his desk, his laptop open in front of us as we worked on his essay.

"Okay, so why is Lady Macbeth constantly washing her hands?" I asked, encouraging him as he typed away and wrote the essay.

"Well, because she's so haunted by the death of everyone, so she can't stop seeing blood on her hands." he nodded.

"See? There you go. If you actually tried, you'd get amazing grades." I spoke.

"Yeah, well, I'm young, so other things are more important to me right now." he smirked, making me roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah, I know. I see you with all of those girls." I scoffed. He looked at me.

"Wow...If I was smarter, I'd say that you're jealous, darling." he teased. My eyes widened and I looked at him.

"Jealous?! Of what?! Not getting the dick that's already been in hundreds of girls?" I taunted.

"Yes. Exactly." he nodded. I rolled my eyes.

"You know what, babe?" he asked. I looked at him.

"What?" I scoffed with a raise of my eyebrow. His smirk widened as he started to lean in, making me gulp.

"I think that you are jealous. I think that you're absolutely desperate for me to just take you, but you're too worried about your reputation and the fact that you're supposed to hate me to let me do that." he mumbled, his hand landing on my thigh and his lips leaning in to hover over my neck as he spoke. I gulped, a tingling sensation starting to appear between my legs at his words.

"I think that if you hadn't made it so clear that you supposedly don't like me, you wouldn't be so opposed to the idea of fucking me." he whispered, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed my neck with every word.

"I think that secretly, you're so fucking desperate for me, angel. But the thing is that you can have me. Any time that you want. All you have to do is say the word." he whispered as his hand slowly crept up my leg. I sucked in a breath as his hand slipped to be in between my legs, my eyes fluttering shut as he gently pressed his thumb into the area that I needed him the most. I gulped and turned my head to look at him, making him look at me. My heart started to thump harsher as he looked down at my lips that were only an inch away from his. I bit my lip, my mind screaming at me that this was a bad idea and that nothing good would ever come out of having sex with Fuckboy Holland. I decided not to listen to my mind. I nodded, making Tom smirk as he immediately cupped my cheek and kissed me hungrily. I returned it immediately, my hands curling around his neck and pulling him closer as his hands moved to my waist. He pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle his waist as we continued to make out. I gently pulled on the hairs at the nape of his neck, making him moan into my mouth as his tongue dominated mine. I squealed against his lips as he picked me up, his hands cupping my ass as he carried me to his bed. He put me down onto the bed, our lips staying together the whole time as he crawled over me. He broke the kiss but only to pull his t-shirt over his head before he leant down and joined our lips again. I moaned into the kiss, making Tom smirk as he moved his lips down to my neck.

"Fuck." I breathed, my back arching into his chest as he left open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my skin. His hands started to tug at the bottom of my t-shirt, hinting that he wanted it off. I happily complied as I sat up and pulled the garment off, making Tom look at my bra-covered chest.

"Fuck me, darling. I don't know how I haven't fucked you before, you're stunning." he smirked. I rolled my eyes before taking his neck and pulling him back down to join our lips. He returned the kiss, his smirk widening as he pushed me back down onto the bed. He unclipped my bra and threw it onto the floor, leaving my chest completely exposed to him as he started to kiss down the valley of my breasts. I breathed out and watched as the boy kissed down my body, my heart thumping more and my panties getting wetter by the second as he kissed down my stomach. He looked up at me through his eyelashes, making me bite my lip and lower my hands to his hair as he kissed the skin above my jeans. His fingers worked quickly to undo the button and zip of my jeans, his lips kissing the skin above my thong as he started to pull my jeans down. I lifted my ass up so that he could pull them down, the boy tugging the denim down my legs before pulling them completely off.

"You're beautiful, angel." he mumbled against my skin. My eyebrows furrowed, my heart fluttering slightly at his words. If there was one thing that I didn't think that Tom would be just before sex, it was nice. I always figured that he'd just rip a girl's clothes off and then fuck her, I never pinned him as the type of guy who complimented a girl as he went along. Apparently he was, though. He gently hooked his fingers into the hem of my thong and started to pull it down, making me suck in a breath as the cold air hit my clit. Tom bit his lip as he gently moved a finger across my folds, his eyes flicking up to gage my reaction as he spread my juices over my core.

"Tommy, please, just do something." I whined.

"Fuck me, darling. You begging for it will be the death of me." he smirked before leaning down and attaching his lips to my clit. I cried out, my back arching and my fingers immediately pulling on his hair as he started to eat me out. I moaned and dug my head into Tom's pillow, my fingers tugging at his hair and making him moan in response as his lips sucked on my clit and his tongue dipped in and out of me.

"That feel good, darling?" he mumbled against my clit as his hands moved up my body to start massaging my breasts. I nodded and bit my lip, unable to form words as waves of pleasure continued to course through me. I choked and arched my back, each flick of Tom's tongue pushing me closer to the edge as the knot grew increasingly tight. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut again as I felt his finger push into me, only adding more pleasure to the mix.

"S-shit, Tommy, right there, Jesus." I moaned. He smirked against my clit, his finger pumping in and out of me as his lips sucked on my clit. I moaned loudly, my fingers harshly tugging on his curls as the knot exploded in my stomach. My legs shook, my toes curling as my orgasm washed over me in countless waves. I sighed in relief and panted heavily as Tom gently pulled his finger out of me and removed his lips from my clit. I looked at the boy as he crawled back up to me, his lips kissing up my skin as he went.

"Good start, babe?" he smirked cockily. I couldn't help but smile and shake my head as I leant up and joined our lips again. Tom returned it and pushed me back down onto the bed as he deepened the kiss. I leant my hands down to his belt and started to unbuckle it. He let me, his lips moving down to my neck as I undid the zip of his jeans. I pulled his jeans and boxers down to uncover his dick, it springing free as it was no longer restrained by fabric. I wrapped my hand around it, making Tom moan into my neck. I smirked and bit my lip as I gently started to pump his dick. Suddenly, he gently removed my hand from his shaft and pinned both of my wrists above my head, making me look at him in confusion.

"No foreplay for me this time. I just want to fuck you." he shook his head, making me roll my eyes and lean up to kiss him again. He returned it, his hand reaching over and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. He broke the kiss, both of us looking down as he opened the packet and rolled the condom onto his dick. He looked back at me, making me gulp.

"Are you sure that you want to do this, babe?" he checked. I bit my lip.

"I'm sure, Tommy." I nodded. He returned it and looked between our bodies again as he started to push into me. Sighs left both of our lips, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed into me.

"Fuck, you feel so tight, darling." he grunted.

"And you feel so big." I returned. He smirked and shook his head as he started to thrust into me. My smile disappeared, my eyes rolling back at the feeling as he picked up his pace. Moans started to leave both of our lips as he started to fuck me harshly.

"Jesus, Tommy." I moaned, no longer caring about if Harrison could hear us as moans freely flowed from both of our lips. Tom leant down and started to leave open-mouthed kisses against my neck, the feeling only adding to the pleasure as he pounded into me. I bit my lip and arched my back into his chest, my head pressed against his pillow as I felt the knot in my stomach quickly building up again. No guy had ever made me feel this good before, and I didn't know how I felt about that. Not that I'd ever admit that to Tom.

"You getting close, babe?" he mumbled into my neck, his lips still leaving hickeys that would be a pain in the arse to cover up tomorrow.

"Fuck, so close, Tommy." I nodded. He returned it and raised my legs to wrap them around his waist, a cry leaving my lips as the new angle made him go even deeper into me. He leant down between our bodies and started to harshly rub his thumb against my clit, making me gasp at the feeling. It only added to the experience, the outside pleasure joining with the inside pleasure to push me over the edge.

"Jesus, Tom!" I moaned loudly as I came, my eyes squeezing shut and my legs shaking as my orgasm washed over me. Tom came seconds later, his moans going straight into my skin as his body stilled before collapsing on top of me. We both panted heavily, our bodies caked in sweat as we came down from our highs. Tom pulled out of me and climbed off of me as he went to put the condom into the bin. I just lay there, my brain trying to comprehend that I'd just had the best sex of my life. And it had been with Tom. He lay back down next to me, his eyes glued to me as he rested his arm behind his head.

"You okay, babe?" he chuckled as his arm gently curled around my waist and started to rub up and down my naked back. I gulped and looked at him.

"Y-yeah, just...trying to comprehend the fact that we just had sex." I mumbled. His smile dipped, his eyes following me as I sat up.

"You're not...regretting it, are you?" he gulped. I sighed and looked at him over my shoulder.

"I don't know, Tom. I don't know how I feel about what we just did. I mean, I didn't even realise that I liked you in any kind of sexual way until before we just had sex." I lied and shook my head. After all, I didn't fancy telling him that I'd actually found him very attractive for a long time now. Tom sat up against his headboard, sadness starting to creep into his eyes.

"I actually quite enjoyed that." he admitted.

"Of course you did, Tom. But that's because you like sex, not because you like me." I scoffed as I stood up and started to get dressed. Tom's eyes wavered and he gulped as he looked down.

"So, that's it? We fuck and now you're leaving?" he mumbled. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He was acting like he was hurt, but I couldn't for the life of me work out why.

"Isn't that what happens with all of the girls? The girls that I swore that I'd never join?" I retorted. Tom gulped, his gaze still glued to his hands.

"Y-yeah, you're right. You're just another girl." he nodded as he looked back at me. My eyes wavered. I had to admit that that hurt a little. But it didn't matter, because Tom would never see me as more than just another girl. And I had to live with that.

"Your essay is good for submitting." I spoke as I pointed towards his laptop.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you around." he replied. I nodded, giving him one last forced smile before grabbing my bag and leaving his room.