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Imagine Prompts?

Hey everyone! Feel free to request or choose a prompt and let me know! Love you! 

1. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
2. “I hate that I love you!”
3. “Why did you do it?”
4. “Drunk words are sober thoughts
5. “I miss you”
6. “I thought you loved me”
7. “If you walk out right now, it’s over between us”
8. “You’re not the person I fell in love with, you’ve changed”
9. “I don’t love you anymore”
10. “This was a mistake”
11. “We’re just friends, aren’t we”
12. “You’re my best friend. Come on you know that”
13. “When are you going to open up your eyes and see I love you”
14. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them”
15. “I wish I never met you”
16. “I need you” (smut or fluff let me know)
17. “I want us”
18. “I love you”
19. “What happened to us?”
20. “I don’t hate you. I never did”
21. “Was it worth it?”
22. “You never really loved me, did you?”                                                            
23. “You are so beautiful”
24. “Can I kiss you?”
25. “I hate you, but I’m falling in love with you and I can’t stop it.”
26. “Bite me” “Well, if you insist”
27. “You can’t just leave” “Watch me”
28. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
29. “Did it hurt?”
30) “Do you regret it?”
31) “There never was an us”
32. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore”
33. “I’m sorry”
34. “You’re so cheesy”
35. “Do you love me?”
36. “When are you going to get it? I never wanted you to change! I loved you the way you were!”
37. “Can we cuddle?”
38. “You’re mine and I don’t share”
39. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”
40. “Come over and make me then”
41. “No strings attached?”
42. “This is awkward”
43. “You heard me. Take the damn thing off”
44. “Marry me” (Joke or serious)
45. “Its’s awkward….. Maybe we should make out?”
46. “I don’t care anymore.”
47. “You don’t know jackshit”
48. “Every time you do that to yourself, just know you’re hurting me too”
49. “You’re still my favourite”
50. “She hates me, doesn’t she?”
51. “I want the old you back”
52. “I really don’t care about your stupid reputation”
53. “You can push me away as much as you want. You can try to lock yourself away and act like I don’t exist or like you hate me, but I’ll always come back”
54. “Fuck it”
55. “Was it just a game for you?”
56. “Is that mine?”
57. “I lied”
58. “We can share a bed, its only one night”
59. “If youb ever really loved me, there wouldn’t even be a choice”
60. “Maybe they are right” “Don’t say it, please don’t say it” “Maybe we aren’t suppose to be together”
61. “You’re friends don’t like me”
62. “He/She is mine”
63. “Try me”
64. “I’d rather die then forgive you”
65. “I think we all know who wears the pants in this relationship”
66. “Its funny because I used to think it was wrong to hate someone so much that you want them to die, but then I met you and I realized I don’t care”
67.  “I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
68. “ I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on, you weren’t suppose to love me and I needed to protect you from me.”
69. “This was a mistake”
70. “I’m tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me back”
71. “All you ever do is date assholes and I have to watch you get heartbroken over and over again because you are too blind to see that I’m in love with you”
72. “Sometimes I feel like I wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”
73. “I don’t know why but somewhere inside me I still have hope that you would fall in love with me. how pathetic is that?”
74. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
75. “Why does it hurt so much?” “Because it was real. Because it was love, you actually loved him.”
76. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”
77. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
78. “you’re an idiot” “Yeah, but I’m you’re idiot”
79. “You lied to me”, “No I just avoided telling you the truth”, “That’s lying you bastard!”.
80. “Just come here and hug me you little shit”

Imagine Prompts?

Hey everyone! Feel free to request or choose a prompt and let me know! Love you! 

1. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
2. “I hate that I love you!”
3. “Why did you do it?”
4. “Drunk words are sober thoughts
5. “I miss you”
6. “I thought you loved me”
7. “If you walk out right now, it’s over between us”
8. “You’re not the person I fell in love with, you’ve changed”
9. “I don’t love you anymore”
10. “This was a mistake”
11. “We’re just friends, aren’t we”
12. “You’re my best friend. Come on you know that”
13. “When are you going to open up your eyes and see I love you”
14. “It’s just one of those things. He loves her, she loves him and everyone can see it, but them”
15. “I wish I never met you”
16. “I need you” (smut or fluff let me know)
17. “I want us”
18. “I love you”
19. “What happened to us?”
20. “I don’t hate you. I never did”
21. “Was it worth it?”
22. “You never really loved me, did you?”                                                            
23. “You are so beautiful”
24. “Can I kiss you?”
25. “I hate you, but I’m falling in love with you and I can’t stop it.”
26. “Bite me” “Well, if you insist”
27. “You can’t just leave” “Watch me”
28. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
29. “Did it hurt?”
30) “Do you regret it?”
31) “There never was an us”
32. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore”
33. “I’m sorry”
34. “You’re so cheesy”
35. “Do you love me?”
36. “When are you going to get it? I never wanted you to change! I loved you the way you were!”
37. “Can we cuddle?”
38. “You’re mine and I don’t share”
39. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”
40. “Come over and make me then”
41. “No strings attached?”
42. “This is awkward”
43. “You heard me. Take the damn thing off”
44. “Marry me” (Joke or serious)
45. “Its’s awkward….. Maybe we should make out?”
46. “I don’t care anymore.”
47. “You don’t know jackshit”
48. “Every time you do that to yourself, just know you’re hurting me too”
49. “You’re still my favourite”
50. “She hates me, doesn’t she?”
51. “I want the old you back”
52. “I really don’t care about your stupid reputation”
53. “You can push me away as much as you want. You can try to lock yourself away and act like I don’t exist or like you hate me, but I’ll always come back”
54. “Fuck it”
55. “Was it just a game for you?”
56. “Is that mine?”
57. “I lied”
58. “We can share a bed, its only one night”
59. “If youb ever really loved me, there wouldn’t even be a choice”
60. “Maybe they are right” “Don’t say it, please don’t say it” “Maybe we aren’t suppose to be together”
61. “You’re friends don’t like me”
62. “He/She is mine”
63. “Try me”
64. “I’d rather die then forgive you”
65. “I think we all know who wears the pants in this relationship”
66. “Its funny because I used to think it was wrong to hate someone so much that you want them to die, but then I met you and I realized I don’t care”
67.  “I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
68. “ I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on, you weren’t suppose to love me and I needed to protect you from me.”
69. “This was a mistake”
70. “I’m tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me back”
71. “All you ever do is date assholes and I have to watch you get heartbroken over and over again because you are too blind to see that I’m in love with you”
72. “Sometimes I feel like I wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”
73. “I don’t know why but somewhere inside me I still have hope that you would fall in love with me. how pathetic is that?”
74. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
75. “Why does it hurt so much?” “Because it was real. Because it was love, you actually loved him.”
76. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”
77. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
78. “you’re an idiot” “Yeah, but I’m you’re idiot”
79. “You lied to me”, “No I just avoided telling you the truth”, “That’s lying you bastard!”.
80. “Just come here and hug me you little shit”

pairing:prince!tom holland x princess!reader

words: 8.4k (WHOOPS)

warnings: arranged marriage, SMUT (we been knew), slight praise kink and 10000% breeding kink, therefore unprotected sex, swearing, slight cockwarming & good lord there is so much

summary: Perhaps God does have a sick sense of humour. To allow such misguided souls to one another. Souls that shouldn’t be allowed to feel the sense of happiness he can provide, that should accept their dire situations. The Prince of Wales and his new bride can attest to the quite well. 

a/n: what do y'all mean a historical prince au!tom holland with major smut and breeding kink is not a thing. i know the sluts want it, even if they never ask for it. i must provide it.

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y/n of Burgundy was a splendid piece of artwork. A sweet and humble French Princess with a huge dowry and a bright future. It was as if DaVinci had casted the girl from Venus’s shadow and gifted the baby to displeased parents. Parents who so wished for a boy, that the arrival of a healthy girl is so overlooked that the girl is better off dead. The sadness is heard across not only France but the entirety of Europe. Poor y/n of Burgundy! The Unlucky Princess of Burgundy! It’s all she hears; she is deemed a tragedy before her life is even written. Perhaps that is her greatest misdeed in this life, that because she is born the wrong sex to what is expected she is casted to the side as a woman destined for slight and anguish for her entire life. Even if this is the case, y/n wished to think of herself as unwritten for the moment being. A woman waiting for a calling no matter how big or small. A woman who’s only current wish to sit atop this windowsill, letting the cool September French breeze kiss her flushed cheeks. Alas, even this is stripped from her.

“Get off the window, y/n!” her mother’s shrill voice shrieks as The Duchess yanks y/n to the floor. It’s harsh and frantic, as if an arrow is to fly through and hit her. Her tightly coiled chest hit’s the wooden floor hard. It knocks the only wind y/n really has left, a wasteful shame.

“I am sorry mama,” y/n responds quietly, her hands desperately pat to find a piece of wood that will not cut up into her as she attempts to regain her balance. Though her room is filled with four maids not a single one offers their own hand to help her. She knows it is because of her mother’s cowl. If they dare so move in a direction towards her, The Duchess will become a Fury of Hell himself.

“The breeze is so sweet at this time of afternoon.” Finally, y/n does place her feet back on the floor with a small clack of her heels. She takes a moment to take in the state of her gown. While she has countless others, something about the pure white of the satin being destroyed by the inevitable dust that has collected is disheartening even to her. The pattern of bright red roses now looks more of a dull blood grey than a true flower.

“The breeze is something so frivolous my dear,” The Duchess is suddenly content with her surroundings. “Busy yourself with something more intelligent, it makes for a much better bride." 

"Thank you for the wise advice mother,” y/n snaps, her fingers gripping the ruined material of her gown. “I’ll be sure to not engage myself in something that gives me the slightest bit of freedom in the lifeless castle,” it was no louder than a whisper. Her braided hair still muffling the sounds.

As if her words seemed to not even reach her, The Duchess mumbles in agreement before taking her leave. The door shutting loudly behind her, the air was finally safe to breathe. The maids immediately begin to swarm her. Like flies to honey; they grapple her, prod at her and pinch her. It was too much. It was as if a million ants had swarmed her body, nipping at any piece of flesh they could just because it was what they were meant to do. An instinctive need to draw more blood than necessary, it was overwhelming. They inspected her perfectly capable hands, wondering if their incompetence has cost them their heads because y/n of Brittany split her blood and The Duchess refused to let them help. She was suffocating.

She didn’t mean for it to slip, it just did. Her voice raised, “Get out.” It was softer at first. “Get out,” they still didn’t move, still abusing her. “I said get out!” Everything stopped for a moment, the air her mother had ensued had now come back. The maids all took a single step away from her. y/n felt the tears threaten her, warning by dancing across her lower lashes. “Do none of you listen, get out for Christ’s sake!” That’s all it took, in a matter of seconds y/n was finally alone. She could hear the faint song of the trees whispering to her, it was calm, but she couldn’t appreciate it. She dropped to her knees and began to softly weep into her palms. The groans muffled by the skin of her hands and the tears halted from falling by her fingers. In this moment and forever ahead of her, she was desolate.

But like all things, even this bleak minute of sorrow was cut to an end by the deafening sound of her father’s boots storming down the hallways towards her room.

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Tom spectated as the pole shattered into a thousand pieces. The splinters hitting ever edge of the arena. He watched as the knight fell limp and as his horse rode on through the chaos. The young prince roared out of his seat, his knees hitting the harsh wood of the royal box. His name echoed on the young knight’s medallion above his breast. He had picked the winning side and rightfully so, Sir Harrison had never been defeated. For a moment, Tom turned around to face his beaming mother. A woman who loved the games, Tom always relied on his mother to accompany him to these festivities but his father. The Prince would always ask graciously but was refused every time. Constantly belittled for the consul of old men with a working cock between them, it was a joke. The King had many failed efforts to rile the English people to cause, Tom had offered a large gathering to help inspire the people. The King told his son this would cause nothing but useless panic and many painful deaths. Scoffing, Tom waltzed back to his seat. It was uncomfortable, it felt as if ants hand made their nets below the seat’s support. He wished to ride alongside them.

“You cannot and you will not,” The Queen smiled at him, waving to squires as they led the horses away. Tom’s head swivelled around to meet his mother’s. “I refuse it my son.”

“I had said nothing mother,” Tom replied quietly, he too doing his duty to the lower noble men who had come out today. Each one sweatier than the last. “Perhaps you are hearing things, 10 childbirths can change a woman’s mind,” Tom stifled a laugh, too which he received a slap on the arm for.

“Don’t play smart with me son,” The Queen spoke coolly, her countless rings clanged as she rose from her seat. Tom followed suit, allowing a hand for his now middle-aged mother for gracious help down the impossibly large stairs. “I almost lost your father to one of these silly little cock shows, I will not go through it with you my boy.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, watching his mother’s golden trim become bleaker by the stain of the grass. “I had half a mind to believe you enjoyed these silly little cock shows,” Tom played. The Queen peered up at his through hooded lids. It was dangerous waters even for him, a man who has seen the blood of war. He allowed his mother and her ladies to return to Windsor, watching as if to wait for the shark to disappear.

“Your Royal Highness, if I may have a word,” a soft voice called out from below the podium. Tom paced to the edge and stared down. Constance, he thought to himself as he smiled wickedly. She was a short and mildly plump woman, with wild unruly hair that had to be constantly shoved out of her face. He remembers her name because of how sweet his name sounded dripping from her tongue. Countless nights spent in the throes of passion, wearing moonlight as cloth. Tom knew he had dishonoured her just by bedding her, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the first woman who really took an interest in him. Still, he had to come to her aid on multiple occasions. While he likes the way, she grips at his biceps, he however, doesn’t like when her father comes storming into court demanding his daughter’s honour back because Tom had prayed on her. Perhaps, it was the odd lack of ladies that would flock to his side or maybe it was simply because he wanted a little bit of fun before the inevitable. 

“You may, my Lady,” Tom smiled widely making his way to her side. He could tell the mud was ruining the polished leather of his boots, he completely forgot about his favourite riding boots he had put on in hopes that he may indulge himself in the sports. Still, he pushed the though deep down at met her eyes. He not an unusually tall man but the way he almost dwarfed her was delectable. As he watched her squirm, he wondered as to why she would speak with him where anyone could see. There was no danger for him, but the world’s eyes were on her.

She played with the small ring on her pinkie finger, riding it up and down the skin. “Why did you not tell me,” she whispered, refusing to look up at him. Tears began to well.

“What on earth do you mean?” He queered, genuinely curious as to what had got her all worked up. His hands went to stroke her cheek gently, but she abruptly pulled away from him. This time her eyes did meet his, the salty liquid glossed over her eyes.

“It is bad enough that I am called the Prince’s Whore but now they are cursing my name because I have ruined the royal couple!” she cried out, her deep green dress swallowing the mud below. “That a stupid maid slut has stolen you away from the beautiful French Princess!”

Tom saw nothing but red. Not because of Constance but because of what she said to him. He had begged his parents to let him choose his own wife. If he was to rule England after his father’s passing, he wished to at least have a woman whom he truly loved by his side. He said nothing to her as he stormed away. The small drizzle of rain hitting his skin as he picked up his speed. He knew that his father was in a council meeting alongside his mother. Perfect opportunity to unleash his rage. He faintly heard her calling after him, that was muffled by the buzzing in his ears.

He had been told who he was meant to be and what he was meant to be from the moment he was born. Hardly ever seeing his mother or younger brothers because he was eldest, never knowing true companionship because he would be constantly cooped up listening to his advisors and tutors as they taught him the art of war and foreign policies. This was his one chance to spend his life with a woman who understood him and would grow a loving family much in contrast to what he had.

His hands pushed the heavy wooden doors, they hit the walls with a large smack. The entire council stood for the Prince, with the exception of his mother and sickly father. He walked past them with ease and took his seat at the opposite end of table. His eyes focused solely on his father as he absently noted the appearance of his son.

“Wonderful of you to finally join us,” The Duke of Essex smiled weakly, in any attempt to deflect the tension elsewhere.

“When were you going to tell me?” Tom spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with venom. His elbows digging into the cool wood of granite of the table. He watched his father finally face him; the man was a wreck. His greying hair stuck to his hair with copious amounts of sweat, his brown eyes had sunk deadly back into the sockets and his skin was pale and filled with wrinkles. “When were you going to tell me father?”

“You were spending too much time with that scullery maid,” The King respond calmly, still flipping through royal documents. Tom was on the verge of an explosion. If the Prince was known for something, it was his anger. Much like Mount Vesuvius, he didn’t get angry often, he hated how it affect those around him. The times he is pushed to the breaking point however, he was destroy everything in his path. “We had to put an end to it.”

“We?” Tom pushed.

“Your mother made the arrangements; she is being brought here as we speak.” Once more, the King had no interest with the devastated look on the Prince’s face. Too caught up in an attempt to stile a cough.

“You promised me my own choice of bride,” Tom seethed. He faced his mother, if the King wouldn’t listen perhaps the Queen would.

His mother sighed; the silk of her sleeves draped over the arms of the chair. “That was before you had instinctively made the choice, we hoped that perhaps you would have fallen for the daughter of a Duke or at worst an Earl. You were going to marry that girl, after everything her family has done against the court. We couldn’t allow it.”

Tom jaw clicked. “Who is she?” He was done arguing, done protesting.

“You’ll marry the granddaughter of the French King; y/n of Burgundy,” his father spoke up before his mother could sugar coat it. “The family sent a portrait of the girl as the first payment of her dowry; it has already been placed in your room. Hopefully, you can find the slightest bit of attraction for your new bride before the wedding.”

“Will I get to meet her beforehand?” He at least hoped to see the girl with his own eyes before calling her his wife. Finally, the King met his eyes. He dropped the quill on the desk as locked his eyes, leaning towards him.

“Did you really think you’d get that luxury?”

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The sea breeze prickled at y/n skin as she sat atop the deck. She could tell they were getting closer. The wind went from a soft tone to a howling scream, something her great aunt had told her all about. English weather could go from a perfect sunny day to god’s worst mood. In all honesty, she preferred it to French. It was wild and unpredictable, something she so desperately needed.

She remembered how she got into this predicament as she lay down a 9 ace on the table. Waiting for the ship to land.

“You’ll leave tomorrow, it will take you a good couple of days to get there.” Her father exclaimed, picking a raspberry from the plate and eating the sweet fruit. y/n stood in silence, still reeling her tears back into her eyes. She refused to weep in front of the Duke. She moved around the large room, in order to hear his words. “You’ll make a fine queen,” he smiled, placing his hands atop her cheeks. y/n smiled warmly before raising a concern.

“How do you know this will be different than the last?” she asked quietly, staring down at her shoes. Her father sighs before picked his coat up from the chair.

y/n placed her bets, her hand is exquisite. Three queen and a pair of Kings. If she doesn’t win, it’s as if God is going against her. The men that sit beside her raise their brows in confusion. She’s not backing down.

“Because, you know their language and their culture from Great Aunt Mary. You were her favourite after all,” her father tells her, the memory of the old lady teaching her English brings a curve to her lips. That was not the answer she was looking for, however. Her father knows it as well, he knows the answer she wants but he cannot give it to her. “Trust me pumpkin,” the endearment is wonderful. Unlike her mother, y/n’s father has always been kind to her. She doesn’t know if it because she is his eldest daughter or because her brother is a lousy boy and she is the only child with a head still attached to her shoulder blades.

She releases her tension; she knows whatever comes out of this she must go along with it. She must accept whatever situation is handed to her and accept her duty as a future queen and mother to the English Throne.

y/n squeals, her hand’s won. The rest of the chips are placed in her corner, she is asking if they want to go another round but instead, they all huff and walk away from her. y/n feels her heart sink into her stomach. Perhaps the English wind has turned their moods sour. Soon enough her worries are washed away as the boat docks into Brighton and y/n hears the cheers for her. She can’t exactly make out what they are saying. Sadly, she doesn’t get a chance to even greet her new subjects as her new English ladies are gently pushing her towards the carriage. The only thing she can do is wave and smile at them, hoping to instil a fraction of hope for the new royal couple. As she steps into the carriage, a huge white dress follows her. The abundance of ladies and herself are stuck in the cramped space for a little over an hour before they start agreeing to change her dress into the one being coddled.

“Why? This is dress is perfect as it is,” y/n laughed gently, her fingers playing with the pearls that lace the neckline.

“Forgive me, my lady, but His Majesty; The King has requested that you wear a white gown.” One of the younger girls pipes up. Sighing, y/n nods her head to agree and goes to stop the carriage.

While they don’t completely undress her, she knows that the smock under her dress is shear and leave nothing to the imagination. Quickly they strip her of the current dress, even unlacing the corset before adding another one. As they place the soft silk of her veil over her head, she can hear the ringing bells at Westminster. It hasn’t completely dawned on her what she is exactly going through. Marrying a man she has never met. Marrying a man for all she knows could be a tyrant. She’s heard quite a few English Monarchs fall under that said category. Her heart started to jump now; she could fell the beat thump against her vocal box.

The people began to line the city. Countless bodies waved at her as she strolled through the city of London. The abbey somehow seemed ten times bigger in person. White rose petals fell through the air as the coachman opened the door for her. The walkway was paved with red velvet. Her heels felt as though she was ruining the beautiful material as she walked.

Tom can physically hear her pounding heartbeat from where he stands. He can’t exactly make out her face, but he can see the white gown strutting towards him. It’s the same patterns as the dress his mother wore more than 20 years ago. He’s seen it in countless paintings, his mother scowling as she attempts to salvage any positive thing out of such tremendous pain. Harrison lays a hand on his shoulder; the contact makes him jump.

“I heard she looks like a siren,” he joked, dusting a small particle of fluff off Tom’s shoulder. “Perhaps she’ll sound like one too,” the comment was enough to grant the knight a hard whack on his arm from the Prince. He truly did wonder if she would as beautiful as the painting which depicted her. A small red rose for his house in her fingertips as she grinned softly. It was as if she was staring into his soul.

Tom reached out to allow her aid in getting up the stairs. She graciously accepted muttering a small thank you as her other hand lifted the countless layers of fabric to mend her steps. Her touch was soft, something he wasn’t used to. The gentle touch of a noble woman, even if it was only upon his fingers. The entirety of Westminster Abbey went silent as the faced each other.

y/n could barely hear anything over her rampant anxiety. Though she was eased slightly as she blindly grasped at his fingers, she was afraid she gripped a little too tightly. Finally, she stood in front of him. The gown dipping down the stairs to end in her ladies’ hands. She wondered what she looked like to him. Wondering if it was a glorious sight to witness a new bride waltzing towards him. Or if it was one of dread, to be in holy matrimony with someone you’ve just met for the first time. She’s still trying to decide between the two.

The ceremony was beautiful. A simply yet elegant affair, as two young royals wed. She knows that she is marrying the Prince of Wales, a worthy husband for any noble woman. Yet she can’t help the dread that builds as the Archbishop drones on. The hymns falling deaf ears. She tries to pay attention, but she can’t, all she can hear is the drumming of her heartbeat. It pounds against her ribs, creating echoes in her head. Before she knows it, his hands reach for hers. There was no strength in his grip unlike beforehand, it was soft and gentle. As if she was a beautiful yet delicate doll, that she would completely shatter if he pressed just that bit too hard. Their fingertips locked; her skin fell into the ridges of his knuckles.

“I proclaim thee, y/n of Burgundy to be my lawfully wedded wife from now until the end of my days,” he hesitated. She could hear it in his voice. “She shall sit beside me as I rule the kingdom.” The ring passes down her skin, the metal biting at her finger.

She repeats him. “I proclaim thee, Thomas – Prince of Wales to be my lawfully wedded husband from now until the end of my days. I shall sit beside him as he rules this beautiful country.” She smiles at the end, though she never intends to. y/n thanks her ladies that they cover her grinning face behind the thick white lace of her veil.

The entirety of Westminster Abbey is silent, no one dares even breathe as Prince Thomas coils his fingers around the tipping of the lace. He lifts it over his now wife’s face. He taken aback slightly. The painter wasn’t paid enough, clearly. She was even more beautiful standing in front of him. The same clear complexion now glistening in the soft sunlight of England. He doesn’t pry of course; it would be rude of him. Just to stare at his bride, as if they were the only people in the hall. Good lord, does he wish it was.

His hands reach her cheeks. Tender once more, he brings her forward. She shifts on her feet as they meet. A quaint and soft kiss, unlike anything either of them has felt ever. He can’t remember the last time, it was this – well, gentle. Thomas doubts he has ever kissed a woman of such luxury in his entire life up to this point. y/n is the first to pull away, her fingers resting lightly on his raised wrists. Their eyes meet for a moment, a short moment.

Westminster Abbey erupts into celebration. Red rose petals fall from the ceiling and music begins to flood the area.

As she stared around, y/n began to think to herself. I do not know what will come out of this, but I already can see that joy my presence brings to these people. I shall not let them down.

Prince Thomas of England, Heir to The English Throne and y/n of Burgundy, Granddaughter of The French King had been wed. They were now locked in holy matrimony, a feeling unlike any other. Both horrendous and hospitable.

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The Hall is a grand party. Laughing and singing is heard from every corner, mugs of beer and wine are flung across tables and scraps of food are being thrown to the dogs. y/n has never seen such a scene unfold. Too contained by the prudish French court. The most scandalous thing she has seen is a risqué dance meant to be for a married lover.

That is what she always despised about the French Nobility. Their secrets. Whispers and Rumours spread faster than fire. If you had committed some heinous act, the entirety of France will hear about it by the end of the week. Perhaps that is another reason why she felt so trapped in Burgundy. y/n could never do a single task on her own before her ladies’ loose tongue would find their way back to her mother. A delicate little flower, such a waste of potential.

Tom noticed her prodding, her fork twirling the few peas left on her plate. He hadn’t said a word to her all night and yet he looks at her if she’s unwillingly to speak. Does she know any basic English? Perhaps not.

“How are you liking the food,” Tom asked her, leaning into her. She smiled up at him, he spoke to her in French. It made her heart swell for a second. y/n turns to face him, smiling warmly. Tom wishes he could keep that smile forever.

“It’s is very well Your Grace,” y/n replies to him. Her flawless English rolling off her tongue with a petite French accent. It’s like heaven to his ears and he’s taken aback. “My Great Aunt was an English Countess, I loved her very much. I was fluent in English before I was 8.” She explained, almost as if she had read his mind.

“You need not call me Your Grace,” he teased, it was somewhat natural for him.

“Then what shall I call you?” y/n queered.

“I am your husband now, whatever pleases you pleases me,” Tom replied, turning back to his empty plate in an effort to hide the rising red flush on his face. y/n knew she should leave it at that, so she turned her attention elsewhere.

“Are royal weddings usually this,” she paused, “loud?”

Tom laughed quietly, he too turned to face the ruckus crowd. Men laying in the laps of maids, dogs feasting over food that had been flung across the floor. Loud chants to the beat of the music filled the hall. He would have been completely embarrassed by the state of his people in front of his new bride, if he hadn’t seen the amused look on her face. “Not usually, I have only been to one other wedding and that was extremely sombre.”

“How so?” she asked, sipping from the freshly poured wine.

“I went to my uncle’s wedding a few months ago. He had also married a noble woman like yourself, but the poor thing was only 11. My uncle was 35 and counting.” He wishes it was different but like all things in this world, he is powerless to the wills of those who think they are higher than others.

He peered at her; y/n was already looking at him. An eyebrow and a lip raised in disgust. It was quaint.

“I wish I could be more repulsed by that,” Tom wondered if she was joking or if she was serious. He couldn’t tell just by the use of her tone. He did however note her wit. Something he so longed for. They talked for hours, sitting by one another and discussing anything that arrived at the conversation. Tom can’t decide whether it’s her honey-like voice or her banter but it’s making him feel things no one should for someone they are being forced to wed.

Just while they are comparing the contrasting jousting techniques, the joyful music suddenly stops. It’s a quick snap and the entire hall is now dead quiet. The Earl of Salisbury mounts himself on one of the tables. His cheeks red with drunkenness.

The Earl points directly at y/n and Tom as they sit in confusion. “The final tradition, an honour for any noble man. The Great Bedding!”

y/n turns to Tom, clinging slightly to his sleeve. He takes immediate notice. “Thomas, what is The Great Bedding?” There was great concern in her voice as she watched all of the men rush towards them. He didn’t get to answer as the women abruptly hauled him out of his seat and down the hall, away from her.

y/n didn’t fear too well either. At least a dozen grimy hands placed themselves all over her body, pulling harshly as they brought her into the air. Dancing her down the halls. She constantly whacked their hands, to no avail of course. They only dropped her once they got to a dimly lit room.

It was already buzzing with people. Hustling around a single bed, covered by finely woven silk. The men dropped her gently, placing her feet against the ground. y/n tried to turn around to give them a piece of her mind but was stopped as her corset began to become loose around her waist. Incredibly uncomfortable, y/n looked up to distract herself in any regard and found Tom at the other side. The maid’s hands undoing every buckle of his coat, tiny fingers unthreading the lavish ropes across his body. y/n blushed at the sight.

Tom was trying his hardest not to look at her, not to stare as countless men of the court undressing her. He could hear the bulky wedding dress hit the floor of the room, he could feel her eyes on him, and he could see the variety of unknown nobles swarming them in any hopes to achieve the right to gossip tomorrow morning. It was despicable.

He climbed in first, the cotton of the blankets itching his skin as he settled. The only comfort he found was in the softness in his unkempt hair. Not restricted by the gel he was forced to wear.

y/n slowly followed his lead, it was dead silent. No one dared breathed as the new Princess of Wales found her spot next to The Prince. All the while, the exact same priest Archbishop chanted away, and priests flung holy water at the bed. Some of the liquid found itself on her skin. Finally, the crowd bowed to the couple and began to take their leave.

Tom watched in peace; he would be alone. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, perhaps he would be able to get some well needed sleep. That seemed achievable until he felt a cold grasp around his wrist. His eyes shot open to find his father’s glare directly at him. “Don’t let the spring pass, I hope to see a grandson in the next few months,” The King spat.

It had been hours since the quarry of guests had left the room but the the monarch’s words etched themselves into his mind. Echoing nonstop, getting wilder as Tom felt y/n settle herself next to him. The mere presence of her alongside the duty he had to fulfil was too much for him. Tom shot up and quickly gathered his things, hauling his boots and clothes. He couldn’t be near her for another moment, too afraid of what he might do if she was subject to this sort of cruel punishment. Tom quickly decided he was sleep next door, just far away to have the thoughts no longer plague his mind but not too far that he would impose the wrong meaning on her. He reached for the door when she chimed in.

“Where are you going?”

He halted instantly. He wished that they could have gotten along like most royal couples should. A cold and initially distant meeting, then hopefully something would blossom over the years. Instead they had gotten along quite well, too well in fact. He was used to going slowly, taking his time in bedding a girl. A constant glaze over the court every few days, then promiscuous banter and in the span of months he would have her melt in his hand with a simple word. Now, he was feeling flustered and out of control and all of it was happening over a single night. Tom pressed his forehead against the wood, taking a deep breath. He turned to look at her, just like a painting coming to life. Her hair was down, unlike anything he had ever seen. Not grimed with sweat and dirt nor was it pinned underneath a headdress or away from her face. This time, the soft curls framed it. The nightgown clung to her shoulders; the fabric dangerously close to falling off. It made his life that much more difficult.

“I am sorry. You are a beautiful woman, but I just cannot fulfil the expectations that are placed upon me tonight. I will be sleeping in the room next door if you need me,” Tom blurted out. He waited for a response before he could speed out. She sat there, like a perfectly sculpted statue. It was torture.

y/n sighed, “nothing has to happen tonight.”

“But they will ask, they will pry like they always will,” he countered.

“Who says we have to tell the truth?” y/n giggled. God, it was a symphony to him. Tom watched her leave the bed, waltzing around to meet with him at the door. He wanted the tell her to stay exactly where she is, not to move even an inch closer but with ever step she took, his breath hitched higher in his throat. “I would prefer to spend the first night of my marriage with my husband, whether something happens or not.”

He swallowed thickly, “you are incredibly calm.” He now met her, his full attention on y/n as she chuckled in delight.

“I am filled to the brim with anxiety, just not that same fear that you are feeling,” she told him as she sat down the small longue in the middle of the room. She took the wine from the table and poured each of them a glass. Tom was hesitant at first, still wishing to flee the room and into the safety of his own solitary. Still, he found himself pacing towards her. Taking soft and flinching steps until he sat beside her.

“Then what is the fear?” He took the other glass, quickly chugging the alcohol. y/n said nothing but just stared at him in confusion. “The fear you feel, why?”

It was now her turn to become flustered. He looked genuinely curious as to why she was feeling doubtful, but she was unsure if he truly wanted to know the answer. Her father made her promise never to speak of it to anyone, a shameful secret that would ruin her future if it was released. But Tom was now her husband. They were bonded by law, a thought she really didn’t wish to dwell on. Surely, whatever she told him wouldn’t cause them any stress? Still, it would be rude of her not to tell him the reason after he had just clearly demonstrated his own fears in the commitment. “You must promise not to become angry.”

Tom nodded his head gently, even more intrigued then he was before.

y/n quietly exhaled, avoiding looking at Tom. “I was married once before, he passed from the sickness 3 months into our matrimony. Perhaps it was God way of guiding me to a better future, but it ruined almost everything. His death caused create strain for my family as they attempt to rebuild myself as if I was not capable of it myself. I am terrified that I am cursed, that I shall find myself falling in love with you only to be weeping over your coffin months later.” She had poured her soul out, shared such a personal section of her life. She was ashamed to see his face. Too afraid that pure anger and disgust would paint his face.

“Who was he? The man whom you had married?” Tom asked her again. His voice calling out as she stared directly at the purple velvet beneath her dress.

“The Prince of Spain,” y/n squeaked.

“That inbred!” Tom joked, suddenly becoming relaxed by the mere mention of the Spanish Royal Family. “I am surprised you got three months and not three days, that kid was on death doors for his entire life,” Tom was now in a fit of laughter. It wasn’t directed to her but more that they allowed such a beautiful woman to be the wife of such a dull man. y/n peered up, thoroughly embarrassed as she gave him a light whack. Tom finally came down from his laughing fit, staring directly at her. “You are cursed Princess; you are just coddled. Forced into a life clearly not meant for someone like yourself.”

The mere mention of the cradling of her life got y/n riled up, “that’s another thing! The Spanish constantly treated me as if I was some porcelain doll ready to shatter if they dared even look at me! I felt like a child trapped in a woman’s body and he touched me like that as well. God, I was finally ready to truly live my life and then he just was too soft, I wanted something much mor-” Oh. Oh God. She had run her mouth too far, dug her own grave with her rambling. Her hands clamped against her mouth as a heat rushed to her face. She could see the French ships arriving for her next month, giving her passage because she was not in pristine condition. Hopefully Tom didn’t pick up on what she was inferring.

“You aren’t a virgin?” his voice was quiet, almost dark. She felt her entire world shatter. Tom scooted towards her slowly, it was completely unnoticed. She was too deep in panic to recognise the growing flirt rising in the Prince of Wales. y/n shook her head feverously. “That little tick took you?” When he put it like that, it made her stomach tingle. She had never heard such a sentence used in that tone. She was drowning in thoughts.

“I didn’t know what I was doing, that’s why I was so unsatisfied,” she tried to explain, her hands now bunched up the fabric against her knees. “He was just so soft, too soft and I wished he would have-”

“Would have what?” he toyed. Tom doesn’t quite know why he was acting like this. So intent on prying her little secrets out of her. Usually, he would have just simply got straight to the point but now, seeing her become red with frustration was a view causing him great pleasure. Any abstinence he hoped to place upon himself earlier in the night had been thrown out the window. He finally felt back in control, something he longed for. Something she was serving to him on a silver platter.

“I..” she began but the words got caught in her throat. Her tongue stopped completely, almost refusing to finish the damning sentence. She wanted him to be rougher with her, she wanted him to treat her like a woman and not a girl. “What happen to you wishing to keep your hands to yourself?” She attempted to change the topic, trying to flee but to no avail as he quickly caught her wrist in his palms. Their skins igniting on sight.

“Don’t try to change the subject Princess,” he purred, standing up to meet with her at the side of the bed. Her title now held a completely different meaning, it wasn’t being used to describe her. It was being used to utterly destroy her; a nickname only meant to be whispered in the dim light of a dozen candles. “I can see right through you,” Tom’s calloused fingers met the loose fabric on her shoulders, dancing over her collarbone. It was soft but held meaning. “I can see that you wished he touched you differently. Touched you like a real woman, rougher and passionate.”

His words were damned. She should feel ashamed that she was feeling light-headed just by the grazing touch of his fingers above her perked breasts. “Yes,” it was the only thing she could get out. The only single three lettered word that allowed itself out of her mouth. Tom pressed his lips to her neck, underneath her jaw.

“Perhaps, he too was inexperienced.” He spoke through small pecks. “Allow me to show you something different, something better,” it was barely above a whisper, but y/n heard every word. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he peered at her.

“I would enjoy that very much,” y/n responded just as quiet, all the gentle touches he currently had placed upon her turned darker. He pulled her into his embrace quickly before tripping her feet from under her and ending atop her on the messily made bed. His hand instantly found the inside of her thigh, his finger bruising her skin. It was delightfully, the slight pain sending shivers down her spine.

Their lips met, gentle at first. Her hands moulding themselves against his jaw, moaning into his mouth as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. She wished she could stay like this forever, wrapping in Tom’s embrace as they mended together. Alas, he pulled away from her. Lips separating with a small pop and a soft whine from y/n underneath him. Tom took a distinct look at her; she was sprawled out and whimpering for something more. Did she give this look to him as well? Did she use the melody that was her voice to beg him to do anything? Tom didn’t particularly wish to replay the thought in his head but yet, he couldn’t help himself.

Her nightgown quickly found itself discarded; her nipples perked in the cold. His lips immediately latched on, massaging the soft tissue. He never knew something could feel this smooth, without any flaws or imperfections. Even though he knew he could spend an entire night between the valley of her tits, he too longed for something more.

In a matter of moments, he found himself staring directly at her sex. A glorious sight to behold, glistening with her arousal in the pale moonlight. She was practically dripping onto the sheets below her. He placed a soft kiss to her pelvis, she jumped at the contact. “If you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me,” he told her all the while his fingers toyed at her hot hole. Dipping even so slightly into her heat. She was already in euphoria just from the slightest bit of pleasure. y/n nodded her head before locking eyes with him.

He didn’t waste another second, quickly licking a fat stripe through her folds. The taste was pure heaven, he didn’t give her a moment to register the feeling before diving right back into her juices. Sucking and pulling at her, wasting the night away feeling her thighs clamp around his head every time he flicked her clit coupled with a singular finger prancing in and out of her.

y/n wasn’t quite sure how loud she could truly be. She knew that even though they were in the far south-east of the castle, there could be a dozen scullery maids listening right outside the door. Or if someone was trying to achieve some sleep right beside them. At this very moment though, with Tom’s head in between her thighs devouring every inch of her throbbing cunt, she couldn’t give a single fuck. y/n allowed the string of curses and praised to tumble from her lips as she clasped onto the bed sheets for dear life.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Tom remarked, releasing her for a few seconds, “for such a pretty and delicious pussy.” He chuckled darkly. y/n wanted to bite back at him, but she was cut short but the addition of another of his digits sliding into her tight entrance. y/n clasped down hard on her hand. A foreign feeling began to drive itself into her stomach. While unusual, it was not at all exotic to her. It was thrilling, feeling her walls contract around his fingers as y/n began to instinctively rock her hips against his digits.

“God,” he purred, “that’s it, make yourself cum on my fingers Princess. Let me see that gorgeous face while you do it.” Tom had now retracted his mouth from her, completely mesmerised by the way her eyes screwed shut as she reached her peak. A cacophony of beautiful and dazzling sounds stumbling out of her mouth as he felt her climax all over his hand. Such a tantalising sight for any man.

y/n was too deep in her own return that she didn’t notice the retraction of his presences from the middle of her legs. So, when he felt his hands roughly pull her to the edge of the bed, she almost choked. The exhilarating feeling of his strained cock rubbing against her drenched folds made her forget her place. Made her speak before her mind could catch up. “I want you to fulfil the expectation.” She told him, her eyes never wavering from him.

Tom halted all his movements. It was painful but he needed absolute clarity before he did anything without her reassurance. “You need to elaborate Princess,” he told her darkly. He knew exactly what she was asking of him, he knew exactly what she desired.

“I want you to come inside of me,” she spoke as if she was a different person. y/n doesn’t quite know whether it’s the shift of mood or her own personal feelings but either way, she wanted to feel their juices mix and then leak out of her. Wanted him to fill her right up to the brim until the possibility was certain.

“You want me to fuck my seed right into you?” his words were dirtier than she expected but so was he as he slid in and into her. His naval hitting hers with a loud smack. He refused to move until he had played with her just that tad bit more. y/n’s head thrashed into the sheets behind her. She was so full, never has she felt this complete in her entire life. He wasn’t even moving but she could feel every inch of him deep inside of her.

“God yes,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad,” she was going to drive Tom insane. Just by a simple sentence, he was going to lose his mind and cum right now without even doing anything. 

“Want to carry my child, our own Prince or Princess,” he pulled back out of her and slammed right back in, knocking the wind out of her y/n. It was so profoundly dirty, just discussing it. It thrilled her to the very core, child-bearing was meant for women not girls. Perhaps that is why she is so drawn to the talk, the talk of something so primally feminine set her entire body on fire. She couldn’t speak a coherent sentence instead she just let out a continuous plea.

He began slow, hips rocking to find that perfect beat. He revelled in the only sounds in the room, the sound of his cock hitting the divine spot inside of her over and over again and her delirious moaning. It was a symphony he was lucky enough to hear. He wanted to hear more, listen to the pure sounds of him railing into her. So, he picked up the pace. His thrust became not only deep and harsh but fast.

God, if he could immortalise this feeling he would. The feeling of her walls constricting around him as he pounds right into her, the feeling of her legs wrapping around his constantly thrusting hips and the feeling of her sweating skin underneath his fingers as he grips for support. It’s like the Lord himself made her tight little cunt just for him.

“You’re so big,” y/n praised mindlessly. He’s never had someone say that to him without it sounding forced. It’s so raw that he can’t help but go even harder into with each praise that falls off her lips. “Fill me up, I want to feel you all inside of me.” It’s a dangerous game, she’s tapped on something so feral inside of him it hurts.

y/n wants to prop herself up and explore his body while he pounds into her, but she simply can’t. Her limbs give out with every thrust. Her entire body spasms each time he hits the perfect spot inside of her. She a moaning mess, trying to maintain any sense of normality but failing miserably. It’s a constant state of pleasure, she’s afraid that she’s lost track of time. That is until the faint, but all the desirable fit finds itself lit in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m almost there,” she whispers, it’s the only thing she can get out. His thrusts, that once had gained a steady and harsh rhythm are now falling. He’s losing focus with each grip he receives. With her words though, he gives her the final stretch. No longer does he has some form of structure but instead he’s just railing her like a wild animal.

It’s an explosion and neither knows why but it’s addictive. y/n climaxes around him, her toes curling as her final orgasm hits her long and violent. Shaking underneath, him as she unknowingly milks his own finish out of him. Tom’s fucking his cum right into her, he doesn’t stop for a second. Too focused on the goal ahead of him. Placing it where it counts. It’s a feeling he wants to never forget, better yet it’s a sight he wants permanently etched into his memories. As he pulls out of her, their climaxes tumble out of her. Dripping down her leg.

“Hold your legs up Princess,” he teases as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I heard it works wonders.”

The rose blooms only for those who care properly for her.

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a/n:please don’t flop, omg this is so long and no one asked for this shit. please don’t flop chile

pairing:professor!tom holland x reader 

words:6.9k (hehe nice)

warnings:swearing,PURE FILTH, sir kink, rough sex, masturbation (male & female), exhibition kink if you squint, spanking & sort of public sex.

summary:  It’s wrong, y/n tells herself. She can’t help it though. She can’t help fantasising about him. At the other end of the class, Tom tells himself to stop staring at her. It’s creepy, he thinks. Neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over. 

a/n:I’m back bitches! I’m still a fucking sinner and this is such a cliche, I’m so so sorry

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y/n sat at the desk. Her eyes never left Mr. Holland. Her attention never left the way the veins in his arms bulged when he picked up the massive textbook, never left his perfectly gelled hair and how it sat atop his head like it was crafted to from the day he was born. Perhaps I should start typing the notes that were on the board, she scowled to herself.

She feels dirty, almost ashamed of her crush on him. She hates herself for falling into a stupid cliché that had been so easy to avoid all these tireless years. y/n doesn’t know why she has gone back to a love-sick teenage girl fantasising about a boy who she’ll never even get to touch. A boy that so out of her league, he wouldn’t even had the faintest idea that she exists. That doesn’t stop them though. y/n still finger fucks herself to an orgasm that no boy has been able to give her in her 24 years of life, all the while wishing it was his cock instead of her fingers. If Mr. Holland knew what she did to herself under the influence of him and his stupidly handsome face, he would be disgusted. This she knows for a fact.

This isn’t what she thought she would be doing, in all honesty. She is a semester away from graduating and she never wanted to be stuck in a perpetual state of wanting someone so unattainable it’s not uneasy, it’s borderline unethical. She truly believed she would have ancient married professor that sound like their legs deep in their coffin. Instead she got a literal Greek God as her Psych professor.

She knows that she’s not the only one of course. y/n has met 10 other girls in her class that probably write god awful poetry about Mr. Holland’s liquid bronze eyes. She can’t blame them, if she could write shitty poetry about him, she 100% would. y/n not angry either, she knows out of the 120 students (110 of whom are girls), are probably all in the same predicament. She sometimes gets dirty looks from them when Mr. Holland address her by her first name.

Perhaps that’s something she should consider; he calls her y/n not Miss y/l/n or just simply Miss. It’s different, it’s endearing and when he has a raspy voice, it’s so fucking hot.

“y/n,” a voice called out, she shook herself out of her haze, “are you still with us?” Mr. Holland was no standing over her. His cologne surrounding her, intoxicating her. y/n gulped softly before turning her eyes to his.

“Yes, sorry sir,” y/n replied quickly, trying her hardest not to stumble over her own words or even let the blush run to her cheeks.

Mr. Holland smiled warmly, “that’s good, I need at least one of you listening,” the class erupting in laughter, “I would prefer it to be one of the brightest.” That though got them quiet. y/n sunk into her chair in embarrassment. The blush she had been fighting rose to the surface, making her even more adamant not to look up at him but alas she couldn’t.

In that small fleeting moment, she caught something in his eyes. She couldn’t define exactly what it was. Whatever it truly was, y/n knew teachers should not be looking at their students in such a way. It made her even more lightheaded with admiration.

The lesson continued on as normal for another hour. Mr. Holland described the outline for the next assignment, it seemed short and sweet. Write a 2-thousand-word essay on the effects of unintentional recreational drugs during early childhood. y/n had to laugh at the way Mr. Holland phrased it. It was as if he had never touch pot in his entire life, to be fair, y/n wouldn’t be too surprised if he didn’t. Most of the girls in his class groaned at the mere mention of actual work and not an hour and a half session of pure toe-curling orgasm material. Now that she thinks about it, that would be a wonderful way to spend her Wednesday mornings and Thursday afternoons.

Of course, y/n was in another word during the last minutes of the lesson. Unable to focus on anything other than the hint of a tattoo peeking through the underlining of his shirt. She was working so hard to distinguish what it was that she had completely missed the end of the lesson and the dozens of people walking out.

“y/n, what exactly are you doing?” Mr. Holland’s voice asked above her. y/n almost jumped in her seat, but she stayed completely still. “This is the second time today, should I be worried?”

This though made her jump out of her seat. “No of course not sir!” She defended as she rushed to place her things away. “I was just off in wonderland today.”

“Are you sure there is nothing distracting you?” He asked.

Yes.

“No,” she replied hurriedly.

“You know you can tell me if something is,” he reassured her.

Yes, of course. Let me just tell you about how you are distracting me by always wearing the hottest casual suits every lesson and giving me the wonderful fantasy of tearing it off you.

“I know that, it’s just been my busy schedule,” y/n lied through her teeth. She’s a broke college student with hardly any friends or real other assignments. “I am just working really hard, you know?”

Yeah, working really hard to imagine you pounding me into next week!

With that last thought, y/n knew she needed to leave before she exploded with embarrassment and arousal right there in front of him.

“I just wanted to let you know that you are totally allowed to change the topic of the assignment if you feel like there is something that strikes a chord with you,” Mr. Holland smiled brightly.

Fuck! Did he have to look so gorgeous even when he’s trying to be dorky and supportive.

Mr. Holland noticed the shocked look upon y/n’s face and immediately retracted his statement, “I promise I won’t fail you, if that’s what your thinking.” He explained. “I really enjoy your work, you’re a gifted woman with a real talent and I don’t want to see it go to waste with my shitty assignment.”

y/n turned her attitude around. He was stumbling over his words. It was kind of cute and endearing, like everything he does. She smiled warmly at his compliment.

“Sir,” she spoke softly. It came out a lot mouseyer and somehow sexual than she would have liked but she refused to back out of her statement. “I can’t wait.”

She didn’t say another word but simply slung her back over her shoulder and made her way out of the class. Tom followed her figure in complete and utter shock. He praised whatever god watched over him for the small mercy that was having y/n’s back turned to him to witness his immediate blush cover his entire freckled face.

Tom never let his eyes leave her. He just watched her waltz right out of his classroom, he bit his lip at the sight of her perfectly cupped ass in her jeans. Through-out the entire lesson, all he could think about is how her tits would bounce as his dick thrusted up into her little cunt. Just the thought made his cock spring to life.

He stared up at the clock. He had to be in another lecture in 10 minutes, he had to teach another round of student without her pretty face in it in 10 bloody minutes. Sadly, it wasn’t enough time to imagine cumming over her said face. He fidgeted until his painful erection was safely hidden.

God, you are such a fucking creep, Holland. He thought to himself.

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y/n really didn’t want to be doing this.

She really didn’t want to have to walk to the library in a mini skirt she had when she went through her cringy hoe phase and a low-cut tank top she only really wore to bed at 8 at night. Luckily before she left, her roommate gave her a full can of pepper spray and a pocketknife. A handle tool for when you looked like a prostitute.

She had no choice. It was laundry night and she had to get her assignment out of the way, or she would never finish it in time. She wanted to kick herself for letting laundry night fall on the only night the library stayed open until midnight. It was a perk for sure but not when you had nothing to wear but pink neon rags.

y/n pushed open the library door and relieved herself of the anxiety of being abducted by the greeting of Harry. He looked familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint where she had seen his face before.

“What cha doing here?” he shouted. Quite contradictory for a librarian. y/n grinned when she saw his dorky face at the counter. That is until he caught wind of her outfit, or lack thereof. “Got a late shift at the strip-club after this?” Her face fell.

“I hate you,” she played along, her arms slumping on the cold desk. y/n looked around the library. It was basically empty, with the exception of the middle-aged teacher grading a stack full of papers. Poor bastard, y/n thought. “Got one for me?”

“You’re going to get me fired if I do this again,” Harry huffed, he banged his head against the keyboard in frustration.

“This is the last time,” y/n explained, “I pinkie promise.” She lifted her hand over the counter and waved her pinkie finger in Harry’s face. He stared up her than move his eyeline to her finger now just touching the tip of his nose. He groaned loudly as he took her finger in his.

“There is a ton of empty booths, choose one and don’t make a sound,” Harry told her angrily, y/n simply clapped her hands in celebration and skipped off. She chooses the booth in range of Harry, in hopes that maybe he will distracted her and she won’t have to do her work because she’s too busy goofing off.

y/n dropped her stuff in a huff. Her back slumped into the curve of the chair and the desk covered her body happily. She placed her earphones in and played her favourite study music. She was in absolute heaven.

The assignment was kicking her ass, but she was determined to do it. Mr. Holland seemed genuinely excited for what she would write about if she did decide to change the topic. Now though she’s regretting not letting Mr. Holland’s hopes down.

She could find hardly anything online and even if she did it was by some random SJW on Tumblr. That’s what lead her here tonight. In hopes that maybe some privileged white asshole with a degree would have some sources sighted to help her. Unfortunately, she was having trouble with that too.

It was now 11:30pm. She had been at this god forsaken table for two and a half hours now in an endless pursuit of bullshit. y/n had half a mind to give up and just suck his dick for the grade like other girls would in this situation. y/n had to remind herself though, she is a gifted woman with a real talent that should not be wasted on something shitty to please the masses. Did she just quote Mr. Holland?

She caught eyes with Harry in her block, who had two pencils stuck up his nose in an attempt to cheer her up. It did for the most part. y/n wanted to play along but it had seemed someone else had walked through the door at that very moment and Harry threw the pencils out. Harry’s face lit up with red upon the arrival of this mystery person. y/n was interested in who this mystery person was. That is until she saw his face.

Mr. Holland walked up to the library desk in a fit of laughter. His hands smacking the counter and his face contorted in a wide smile. y/n instantly ducked under the table. She could faintly hear their conversation. It just sounded like muffled words until her name popped up.

Jesus Christ. Not now. Not tonight. Why of all night to run into his must it have to be tonight. Maybe I should make a run for it now, bust out of the wind-

“I know you’re under there y/n,” Mr. Holland’s voice sung above her. It was too late now. Any escape plan that her mind frantically tried to rationalise was long gone by this point. Slowly, y/n retreated from her hiding spot to face him. He had his normal outfit of a tight t-shirt paired with a decorative tie and slightly lose pants. This time though he had a long burgundy coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a painting. y/n smiled sheepishly.

“Hi,” she said simply. Regaining her seat from before and fully appearing in front of him. “I had no idea you would be here this late,” she tried with conversation.

“Harry’s my brother, I have to drive him home before leaving myself and he just wanted to work the late shift tonight,” Tom laughed to himself and he turned around and waved at Harry. His brother waved back guiltily. “You know, I could say this same to you,” he smirked at her.

“I am working on your assignment, sir,” y/n responded quietly. Tom’s eyes lit up at that and he rushed to snatch the papers off her desk and into his hands. Much to the disapproval of y/n.

“Oh good, you’ve decided to change it,” Tom sounded almost relieved as if he trusted her judgement more than his own. Worse of it all, he decided to sit down next to her. Even taking off his coat, making his biceps bulge through his shirt. His eyes flicked through what she currently has. His eyebrows raised in shock, “I have to say, I was not expected you to decide to do something about the female orgasm and its effect on the psyche,” his voice was an octave deeper than usual. y/n could feel her arousal building.

y/n couldn’t decide if he was just being friendly or if he was trying to send a deeper message. Either way, she decided to take action. “Well, with the number of women being unsatisfied I thought it was an appropriate topic,” she snatched the papers out of his hands, “but you wouldn’t know anything about women being unsatisfied would you sir?”

Tom sat there in astonishment. His cock stiffened against the restraints of his jeans, he has only been in her vicinity for 5 minutes and already she has him hard as a rock. It was times like these that he wished he could just leave all his determination to fuck her over this very desk at the door. Regrettably, he couldn’t.

“Well, that just ruins the surprise,” y/n sighed delicately. Her fingers flicking through the pages of her useless book. “Either way, the resources are complete shit,” this time her sadness was real, and Tom snapped out of his lust-ridden haze.

“Did you really expect a man to know mostly everything of something that is so cardinally female?” Tom smirked as he closed the book on her and pointed to the photo of a wrinkled old man. He was the author of a stupid book and to be fair, he looked like he would write this type of book as well.

“Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong,” y/n hissed. She had been spending her entire night trying to piece together information from a man who can only give her half the story.

“The book on the top shelf is one on the chemical effects of orgasming in females by a female,” Tom leaned in and whispered in her ear. His hot breath wafted of her skin; it was enough to send goose bumps over her entire body. y/n turned her head to face him, their lips inches away from each other. If they didn’t have Harry watching them like a hawk, they probably would be out of breath from lip-locking. Instead, y/n nodded and got up out of her seat, making sure to give him a stunning view of her tits through her tank top. He wanted to audibly gasp but kept in inside. It didn’t help with his situation downstairs any more than the last few minutes have.

Slowly, she walked over to the bookcase. Her eyes scanning the endless rows and she made sure Tom had enough time to enjoy the deep red thong underneath her skirt. Finally, her fingers coiled around the book and brought it down to her. Tom couldn’t believe his own eyes. He was so under her spell. The way her top hugged her curved and let his eyes completely drink in her breasts. How her skirt was pulled up to her waist, allowing the flushed skin of her ass to be visible to him. He wonders how a woman like her even exists and yet she takes a seat next to him, absolutely unaware of his throbbing manhood. Begging to be touched by her, to be taken by her, by anything to do with her.

“Thank you, sir,” she almost purrs to him, Tom’s struggling to keep it together. He afraid the next thing to slip out of her flawless mouth, he’ll cum straight into his pants when he would rather cum into her.

“Anytime,” he responds just a dark before getting up. Hiding his clearly hard cock behind his briefcase. “I’ll see you in class?” He already knows the answer, but he just wants the last bit of assurance from her.

“Of course,” she smiled warmly. With that Tom basically books it, he’s frantically making sure he’s well-hidden as he quickly bends over the counter.

“I’ll come back to pick you up in 30, I forgot some paper work back in my office,” it’s so fast, Harry almost doesn’t have time to translate it before Tom’s out the door and rushing down the hall.

At one point, he basically running to get to his office. Feet tapping against the concrete as he continues to see nothing but flashing images of y/n. It blurs his vision and he’s so desperate. He considers using a spare supply closet but know he will only get complete privacy in his own office.

He finally gets there, after what seems like an eternity of running. He checks the hallways before entering. He drops all of his things at the foot of the door. He even has the decency to hang his coat upon the rack. Tom slowly walks over to his chair. It’s a rough leather material and usually he would refuse to do what he’s about to do in here, it will be stained with the memory but at this point. He got no fucks left to give.

He crashes down. His back hitting the material he hates so much. He doesn’t think he’s got time, but he still does it slowly. His belt drops next to his and he undoes the zip slowly and the cold air hits his dick. He hisses at the feeling but proceeds anyways. Tom pulls the rest of his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicks them across the room. His hand takes his dick, slowly rubbing the head. Imaging y/n’s fingers dancing over it, spreading the precum over. He uses his palm to envision her own stroking up and down in an even motion. He can’t help but moan. He can’t help but softly call out her name.

He so entranced that he doesn’t recognize the following light footsteps approaching. He’s so into her non-existent touch that he doesn’t hear the door peacefully squeak open. He’s so in love with the feeling he doesn’t feel y/n walk around the room to get on her knees in front of him.

She’s in glory of his movements. Watching him stroke his much bigger cock than her masturbation version has her in a hurry to get her own panties off her body and across the floor. She’s sure she’s dripping onto the wood below but she does have single care in the world. Tom has his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand starts to speed up, that’s when y/n decides to go for the kill. She licks a long strip up his shaft. Her hands stabilizing him by placing them atop his bare thighs.

Tom almost jumps out of his chair. He had no idea she caught him in the middle of something so vile and wrong. Better yet, she had caught him with the tip of his dick around her perfectly glossed lips. He doesn’t get to say another word before y/n’s hands begin massaging the bottom of his manhood. It’s slow to begin with, it’s almost if she’s easing him into it. Her cheeks hollow out to allow his length into her warm mouth. It’s incredible. Tom can’t help but buck his hips up into her throat causing her to gag slightly. It’s a sound he wants more of.

His hands ball her hair into his fist. With the faster her movements become, the harder he fucks into her mouth. They sync up almost instantly. One of y/n’s hands leave his cock to fuck herself. Tom’s mesmerised by the way her fingers act as a replacement for his dick. He’s certain he’s not going to last much longer.

“I should be d-doing that,” he whispers through grunts. y/n lifts her head to smile at him, still letting her free hand jerk and pull bringing him closer the edge.

“I know,” she responds, just as quiet. Her mouth reconnects but Tom quickly snaps his hips up into her. Her muffled moaning vibrated against his cock as he fucks her mouth. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever done. He tugs and pulls at her hair, y/n’s edging him on. She’s exquisite, it’s like she’s mastered this and has allowed him to chance to feel how fucking beautiful her little mouth can be.

Like it’s effortless, he comes. Without any warning, he is shooting hot stream of cum into her mouth, filling it up. Tom swears he’s seeing stars but can’t bring him to call out her name but instead bites down on his hand so hard he’s afraid he’s drawn blood.

y/n releases him from her mouth and is from an actual porn Tom spent his teenage years watching, his cum leaks from her lips and falls down on the curves of her tits. It’s a sight he was to remember forever. He wants to grab his phone and click so he will get to look at her covered in his cum for the rest of his life but alas, he’s still regaining his bearings.

“Tastes better than I would have expected,” y/n giggles as she brings the liquid back up to her lips and swallows. There is no way this woman gets better; he thinks to himself.

“Sweetheart-,” he begins but she beats him to it, her gets back on her feet and plants a sweet kiss upon his lips. He can taste himself on her lips, it’s addictive.

“I wanted this,” it’s almost as if she read his mind. He doesn’t respond but he simply looks at her, his hand coming up to twirl a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face.

y/n pulls away from him, walking over the pile of discarded clothes and bend to pick up her soaked underwear. She gives Tom a look, he’s so close he can smell her juices from his seat. Her pussy look like a paradise waiting to be exploded by him, but he keeps his hands to himself. y/n paced herself over to the coat hanger, her folded panties in hand. She places them in the left pocket with a devilish smile upon her face. Tom had now place their rest of his clothes back on and had joined her.

“I’ll get them back next lesson,” y/n grins. Tom nods quickly, their feet fumbling under her back hits his office door. She’s trapped in between him, he smells of pure sex but she’s committed to her idea. He bends down to capture her lips in his with a forceful kiss. It’s hungry and needy. She wants it so badly to give but she pulls away. “My roommate is waiting for me outside.”

“We’ll finish this,” Tom whispers as he opens the door for her. It sends shivers down y/n’s spine. It’s not a promise, it’s an order.

She grabs the rest of her things and heads off. Almost in a sick turn of events, Tom watches her bare ass strut away from him. Just like the last lesson, except this time all he can do is imagine him face fucking her. It’s a beautiful sight.

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The three days leading up to class where probably the slowest 72 hours both of them had ever experienced. A constant detail of pleasure from the night before. So when the fated day arrived, both parties didn’t know what to do. Tom debated just staying home, though he couldn’t deny he so desperately want just another taste. He thought, if he didn’t show up, all his guilty conscience of a student giving him the best head he’s ever had in his life would simply disappear and he would go back to being a normal teacher. y/n, too, thought of skipping this class for a completely different reason. Perhaps she had got a surge of confidence after hearing her professor call out her name while he touched himself or it could just be the pure scandalous nature of it all. Either way, she wanted to stay cooped up with a blanket while she watched him unravelled. No matter the psyche from the both of them, they went.

y/n stood outside the classroom for a good 20 minutes, unsure of what she should do. Should she go in now and fuck him in the small window or wait and play with his emotions? She hadn’t realised how fast the time had went until she saw other student’s start entering. It was now or never and unfortunately it was going to be now.

The room was smaller than y/n remember when she stepped in. It seemed more wide the last time she came in here. Of course, the last time she came in her, she hadn’t sucked Mr. Holland’s cock.

Her eyes landed on him in a matter of seconds. His back was turned to her as he wrote on the massive blackboard in front of him. y/n could see his muscles flex as he tried to reach for the duster above the board. She bit her lip as she thought of her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. It was a fantasy she had to push to the side.

Tom could practically smell her once she walked in. It was her normal perfume that had been intensified 10 fold. He refuses to turn around, afraid that if he did all his good heart nature would go out the window. Tom could hear the faint clinking of the heels of her shoes walk up the stairs. He so desperately wanted them to come right back down.

“Okay, as you know, you’re assignment is due in 2 weeks and this is going to be the only time I will answer your questions,” Tom’s voice boomed. He hadn’t got a lot of sleep since that night and he didn’t particularly want to do this but he considered himself a kind professor, so he had too.

He turned around and saw the entire class’ hands go straight up in the air. Including y/n, though hers was a little lower. Her eyebrow raised and a small smirk painted on her lips. There was no way in hell he was answer whatever question came out of those pretty lips. She looked even more exquisite than when he last saw her. A tight t-shit that had a stained 50’s logo on it and a pair of tight black jeans, he knew as soon as he spoke to her, he would loose all control on himself.

So he never did, constantly dodging her. Answering every single question, even if half of them were if he was married or worse if he was free Friday night. He will admit, seeing y/n get frustrated every time he passed her to talk to another young female student made him just that tad bit excited.

It was an hour and a half of pure tension. Sure, no one else in the class could feel it but they 100% could. She never felt more out of control and for some reason, she despised it. He kept ignoring her, kept refusing her, kept defying her. It was infuriating, that she wanted to take fate by the hair.

She waited, until every single soul had walked out of the door. She waited until the last gaggle of girls had finished their blabbering to Tom before she starting to strut down the stairs. Tom refused to meet her eyes even when he knew that’s all she did. Glare at him as she stomped past him desk to the classroom door. He heard it lock.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” she almost spat, “sir.”

Tom straightened himself before swivelled around to meet her. She was so livid with him but he knew deep down that all she wanted from him was to have the white chalk from the board rubbed up her back from him pinning her down.

“Fire away,” he responded exactly the same. She stared at him for a moment before strolling towards him. She made sure to swing her hips every other time. She noticed his eyes on her, finally she was getting somewhere.

y/n pressed her chest upon his heaving one. Her face lifting to meet his. They stayed like that for a good minute, just pondering. They listened to each other’s heats thumping against their rib cages. They both desperately needed this.

Never taking her eyes off him, y/n snaked her hand around the side of pocket of her coat, smiling once she found what she left. Her soaked red thong, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“I wanted to ask if I was every going to get payback?” she giggled softly. Tom knew she was playing a game but he had no idea which one it was.

“I don’t think I understand,” he stammered, she strutted away from him until she met the edge of his stainless desk. Her fingers gliding over the wood ever so slightly. She turned her head to look at him. She had a rawness in her eyes; lustful, a sinner’s stare. It would be a look Tom was never forget for the rest of his life.

y/n suddenly jumped on the desk. Her ass moving the papers to the side as she slowly started to unbutton her tight jeans. “I think you do,” it was almost a hiss but he only heard the desperation in her voice. “I want you to make me feel all the things you did that night.”

Tom almost fainted just with that until she dropped her jeans the floor. She had come to class without any underwear on and her wetness was dripping onto the desk. Tom was sure was in heaven but he didn’t want to believe it.

He got on his knees. His hands palming at her soft thighs. Tom didn’t need another incentive, he didn’t need another spur-on. Tom licked a single strip up her folds, y/n bit a moan back. It was like tasting ambrosia or doing cocaine for the first time. He needed more, so he went back in again, this time it was rougher. His fingers gripping at her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he devoured as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her hands tangle themselves in his floppy curls, she tugs harshly on his scalp as he adds a finger into her warm entrance.

Tom’s never felt like this before but he doesn’t care. He’s sure people can hear her soft but frantic moaning from outside, but he doesn’t care. He’ll never look at his desk the same way but like everything else, he doesn’t fucking care. Tom curls his fingers in the perfect spot inside of her.

“Just like that,” y/n calls out, her hair now sprawled out on the desk. “I’m going to cum sir.”

Tom feels her walls contract around his fingers as he pulsing faster, her back arches and she trying so hard to force her cries back into her throat. It’s a sight he wants to from above, it’s a feeling he wants to feel inside of her. So, at the last minute, he retracts everything. His tongue leaves her throbbing clit and his finger, which are glistening with her slick, slid out of her.

y/n can’t hold back to whine that leaves her left from the loss of his god-like tongue and fingers. “What the fuck Tom?!” she’s angry with him, she wants to tell him off but before she can do it. One of his hands captures her wrist and slams them against the desk below her, pinning her to it. She whimpers at the sting of pain.

He’s right above her but she can’t see a single thing below her. “Look at me,” he tells her sternly, she does what’s she is told instantly. “You can’t talk to me like that sweetness,” y/n knows there is a venom behind his words even if she speaks in a melody. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, you don’t call me that.”

Without any warning at all, he pounds right up into her. y/n almost spasms out of Tom’s grip from the wave of pleasure. Tom doesn’t move at all, he stays nuzzled inside her. It’s agonising, almost painful for y/n. Having his perfect cock not jamming into her tight cunt. It’s torture.

“You understand that?” he peppers kissed against the nape of her neck, she’s about to cry out, she’ll do anything. She nods her head frantically, hoping it’s enough. It isn’t. He keeps his hips locked tightly against hers. “Words, sweetness.”

“Yes,” she responds. She can feel him frown against her skin. He pulls right out of her and rams right back in, causing y/n to scream out in pleasure. “Y-yes sir,” she corrects herself and with that, Tom starts a pace. It’s slow and tantalising, he watches amazed at how her pretty folds swallow him up with every thrust. It’s magnificent.

He wants to savour this moment forever. He wants to fuck her brains out for every waking moment of his existence.

“Sir, go harder,” she moans below him. Her wrists bruised from his gripped, but the pain just only contributes in her overwhelming amount of pleasure. His thick cock is so much better than her fingers, no matter how many she adds.

Tom obliges and starts to really pound into her cunt. It’s raw and ruthless, he’s calling out her name now. “Fuck sweetness, you so bloody tight,” he purrs, y/n can’t respond through her chant of curses. “You’re little cunt was made for me, it was made for me to stretch it out.”

The dirty talk elevates her, y/n’s not sure how much longer she’ll last. His filling ever last inch of her. She can feel her tits bounce every time their skin collides. Her wrists are finally let free as he begins to clutch at her naked hips. It’s an experience she’s never felt. The sound of skin slapping and their combined gasping and cursing are the only thing she can perceive to hear. If there was a knock at the door, y/n knows she would have no idea about it.

Perhaps, it’s the pure excitement and morality of this whole situation that makes them both feel like they’re on cloud nine. Her arms snake around his waist, her hands move with every rough thrust into her. She’s gripping onto his back through the material of his tight shirt. Her nails clasping on the contracting muscles. She would have left his back red and sore if he didn’t have the damned t-shirt on to protect him.

“Fuck,” she curses as he started to hit an area inside of her, she never knew existed. “Just like that sir, I am going to cum,” she moans, her forehead against his. They lock eyes again, this time though there is no linger feeling of want or romance. It’s just sex. Dirty, hot, intense fucking.

She’s the first to come undone. The fire now transformed into a raging wildfire spreading across her entire abdomen. y/n throws her head back in ecstasy, her whole vision goes black and she has to bit down against her hand to stop and inevitable pornographic scream to jump out of her mouth. Her other hand clutches his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Tom follows shortly after, his thrusts become sloppy and erratic but never easing up. His cock twitches inside of her before he shots the hot white liquid all inside of her cunt. He pressed his lips against her as his attempt to stop his moan as well but he continues to call out her angelic name against her lips. Once, Tom pulls out of her, he watches in awe. The mixture leaks out of her hole and then pools on his desk. He’s so in love with this woman it hurts.

“I have never cum that hard in my entire fucking life,” she giggles, pulling her top down her flushed tits. As he too, starts to redress himself, he simply stares at her. Watches her retrieve her jeans from the floor and slip them up her bare ass. He spots her shove her panties back into his back pocket, not before she scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” he asked gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of her.

“I’m giving you a reason to come make me dinner and then fuck me again,” she explains, “I put my address in there, so hopefully you can’t get lost.”

“You sure about this,” Tom asked hesitantly, y/n now swivelled around to face him. Her warm palm caressed his face.

“I wouldn’t have just done that if I wasn’t,” she places a soft, tender kiss to his cheek. “Make it a Thursday though, my roommate will be out on those nights,” she told him as he grabbed the last of her things and unlocked the door. Tom grins warmly as she makes herself presentable for the last time. “I would clean that up if I were you,” y/n laughed, pointing at the obvious mess all over his desk before quickly exiting.

As she wobbled back to her dorm, she wondered what article of clothing she should leave out on their next escapade.

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a/n: this is gonna flop, i just fuckin know it anways i hope you enjoyed my fic that has ended my hiatus. see you (hopefully) soon

pairing:ceo!tom holland x PA!reader

words:5.3k (lol i need to be stopped)

warnings:SMUT, swearing, sir kink, rough sex, slight degradation kink, oral sex (female receiving) & slight choking

summary: y/n really does love Tom, and he really does love her but y/n refuses to make their relationship official. This is a good plan for y/n’s somehow flawless reputation and for better secrecy for the both of them, though this does mean the boundaries for the other female coworkers are long gone. So y/n has to show them better yet scream it for them.

a/n: the odd thing is, with all these kink warnings i’ve written a lot dirtier

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y/n sat at her neatly organized desk. The cold metal flushed up against her warm skin as she typed away at her computer. She looked over to across from her, imagining Tom sitting there doing absolutely nothing but still managing to look like a god. At times she wants to kick herself for falling for him. In all truth, she wanted to stay completely professional and more importantly so wanted to steer clear of the cliche. Unfortunately, she had slipped into the status quo of the personal assistant falling head over heels for her boss.

It was so childish when she realized it, like something out of a romance novel. When she caught wind of her feelings y/n prayed that Tom feels the exact same painful way that she did. If he didn’t want a relationship with her, then she would have to get over her stupid emotions and move on with her life. But of course, Tom had fallen almost identically.

He also didn’t want to express how he felt because it felt widely inappropriate for him to be seeing an employee, let alone his own personal assistant. Those few short months were agony for the both of them, wondering if the other wanted them or not. Passing each other in the hallways with just the feeling of each other next to their bodies, the lingering lustful looks that would never seem to end and the obvious but mindless flirting that would get on everyone’s nerves. At that point, they were desperate for an answer or anything for that matter. Luckily it didn’t take long for them to strip each other and use the late night as a secret rendezvous to enjoy the others’ bodies.

From that moment onwards, They decided to see where a romance could go with them. So now, three years along and an engagement, they were still going strong and she still feels the exact same way she did when she first met him.

“Hey, do you know if Mr Holland is in,” a high pitched female voice caught y/n in her daydreaming. y/n peered up at her, she was the last person she wanted to see. Cheryl stood in front of y/n’s desk, her red claw-like nails tapping away at the shining wood causing y/n to feel the incoming headache she always gets whenever Cheryl is around.

“Yeah, he’s just on a call but I can take a message,” y/n almost spat, Tom wasn’t on a call but there was no way in hell y/n was going to leave Tom alone with her. Cheryl’s face turned into a hard scowl once y/n refused to let her in. Her arms folded underneath her obviously enlarged breasts causing y/n to get worried that they would burst.

“I actually have the weekly reports from the L.A branch, I’m sure Mr Holland can see me,” Cheryl let her frown turn into a smirk as she held up the portfolio filled with neatly stacked papers. y/n knew the right thing to do was to allow the she-devil to see her secret fiancee but her emotions had another plan.

“It’s actually quite important, he’s making sure the investors from Dubai close in on their deal,” y/n lied through her teeth. Of course, they closed off the deal but Tom hadn’t discussed it with anyone other than herself and his family. “If you leave it here, I can give it to him when he gets off, courtesy of you of course.”

Cheryl’s deep green eyes shot daggers at y/n as she slammed the folder on y/n’s desk and stomped off. y/n gave herself a silent pat on the back. Thank god she dodged that temptress of a bullet and better yet she had a reason to go see him.

Though she knew Tom would never cheat on her, they did have a deal. Both of them knew if they announced their relationship to the company then y/n would take major heat for it, people would talk about y/n behind her back saying that she got to where she is because she’s sleeping with Tom. Though she was seeing him, y/n made it clear that she would stay independent and not have to rely on him and his money. So they both decided that they would continue acting as they did before they got together, which means Tom has to act as if he is single.

y/n got up from her large desk and walked over to his office, her plum heels clicking against the marble tiles. Before she knocked, y/n made sure she had herself under control and waltz in. Tom’s face lit up when he saw her approach him.

“What can I do for you angel face?” Tom asked sweetly as he sat up straight in his faux leather armchair.

“Cheryl wanted me to give the L.A reports to you,” y/n kept to her words as she slid the papers across to him, Tom caught it and started to flick trough.

“Weird, Cheryl would usually give these to me herself,” Tom sighed, he knew exactly why Cheryl wasn’t standing in his office trying to seduce him like she always is but he found it quite amusing to see y/n let out the green-eyed monster and he wanted to toy with it and see what it would get him.

“Well, she left them with me,” was all y/n could get out, she knew she shouldn’t be mad at Tom but she couldn’t help it. y/n felt like she was sharing him with a woman who doesn’t want him for anything except his money and impressively large dick.

“Sweetness, did you tell her or did she leave them?” he pondered, Tom knew the answer but he wanted to see if he could get her to crack.

“She left them,” y/n responded curtly never breaking eye contact with him. y/n knew what he was doing and she wasn’t going to let him play with her. y/n watched Tom slowly get up from his seat and stride over, y/n felt her face heat up too quickly for her liking as he got closer. She didn’t falter though, making sure to keep her head high.

Tom’s hand snaked itself around her almost cinched the waist, while the other went from the engagement ring that was hidden between the curves of her breast. He sighed softly when his digits played with the warm diamond-encrusted ring, he really did love her and Tom wanted to tell everyone about it, but he respected her wishes to keep it a secret until after the wedding.

Still, though, he couldn’t help but tease her. Tom obviously knew y/n was jealous, she had been for weeks but Tom hadn’t picked up on it since a few weeks ago when y/n nearly blew his head up with her death glares as he innocently chatted away with ever-present Cheryl. Tom looked up at her, making sure not to lose himself in those eyes.

“Are you jealous darling?” Tom asked huskily, y/n felt almost offended by how he spoke. How dare he speak that sexy to her, it felt like she had to cave in but y/n’s pride was a bit bigger than her lust at this moment. y/n’s own hands cupped his cheeks and brought him closer to her.

“No,” she replied. Tom didn’t respond but instead, he let one eyebrow lift up and allow a sly smirk to fill his lips. y/n stared up at Tom before she placed a soft chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you at home.” y/n told him sweetly as she pulled away from Tom and walked out.

Tom wondered how long and how drastic his game could go before she caved. He felt sort of guilty for toying with her but Tom couldn’t deny that seeing her jealous and in a way territorial was so fucking hot, he needed an excuse to bend her over his marble desk and pound her into next week and just the thought of y/n being envious was enough for him to feel a stirring within himself.

Tom knew exactly how to push her buttons. He knew exactly how to get her in the palm of his hand in a matter of moments. Before Tom met y/n, he definitely would consider himself a playboy or for a better term; a fuckboy. Though he hated talking about it now and he has changed, Tom still knew how to work with a woman especially with her yearning.

Tom couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Tom stood in the elevator with y/n standing idly beside him, their normal morning routine felt off as the tension from yesterday had carried over to today. Tom let the smirk he had been hiding all night slip onto his face, y/n took notice and slight offence.

“What are you smirking at mister?” y/n asked playfully as he attention was stuck on the clear metal of the elevator doors.

“That you are jealous,” Tom replied, he didn’t need to look at her to know the face she was giving him currently. y/n had her arms crossed under her bust and her slightly plucked eyebrows were furrowed in a mixture of annoyance and anger. It’s the look she gives him when she hears that he’s done something stupid and Tom really is.

“For the last time Tom, jealousy is an ugly emotion and I don’t feel it,” y/n told him sternly. y/n was determined to get this into him, even if it was total bullshit.

Tom felt a wave of playful hurt wash over him so he retorted with, “you’ll have no problem with me possibly flirting back with Cheryl.” Tom knows he shouldn’t do this but his curiosity is off the rails now.

y/n stared up at him trying to keep her face expressionless with his mind screaming at him to not even look at that red-headed witch. “No problem at all Tommy, just make sure your eyes come back to me.”

The tension was sliced by the doors swinging open and both of them walked out, making sure to keep their heads held high. y/n watched as Tom walked into his office and quickly made work on mentally scolding herself. How could she be so stupid? She obviously let her stupid ego shut off the part of her brain that makes all the rational and adult decisions. It was too late now to tell him the truth, it would end up sour and that is the last thing y/n wants. Or maybe coming in a close second to the sight of Cheryl with a cheeky smile and her blouse unbuttoned so low that y/n could basically see her nude bra.

It was routine for her at that point. Have a snarky but pointless snap at Cheryl before allowing her to see Tom for 5 minutes before interrupting to make sure her hands stayed where y/n could see them. But now that she had basically given the all clear for Tom to reciprocate the banter with Cheryl, it was her worst nightmare.

“Looking tired today y/n,” Cheryl told her somewhat sweetly as she taped her heel infront of the sleek wooden desk. y/n stared up at Cheryl, her face completely blank with her brain screamed with a mixture of anger and panic.

“Yes, quite tired of your pointless bullshit Cheryl,” y/n retorted curtly, not in the mood for their game of verbal ping pong but instead just want to skip to the part where y/n confidently dismisses her.

“I need to speak with Mr Holland,” Cheryl told her bluntly. y/n thinks that by now, Cheryl should have a new way of manipulating y/n into letting her secretly flirt with her fiancee but no, same old trick.

“I give you this answer every morning Cheryl, he’s not ready to start meet-”

“Ah, Cheryl,” Tom’s smooth voice made y/n grip at the corner of her desk, “we need to discuss the L.A branch’s numbers, why didn’t you get in here sooner, pet?” The name rolled off his tongue, y/n now loathed that word.

y/n eyes frantically went from Tom who was cockily leaning against the pure wood of his office to Cheryl, who was basically undressing him with her needy gaze. y/n wanted to protest but her voice was caught in her throat. So, with wide eyes, she watched as Cheryl gave her a wicked smirk before she skipped off down the hall to meet Tom. He gave y/n a dark smile before allowing Cheryl to walk in.

y/n sat dumbfounded and furious. She was now only realising how painful this day was really going to be. How could she be so stupid as to let her pride allow Cheryl to continuously flirt with her fiancée and allow Tom to do it right back? She wasn’t going to break through, there was no way in hell she was going to admit that she was jealous. Little did she know; this was only the beginning of Tom’s dirty game.

She was so in her feelings and mindless thoughts that y/n didn’t even realise that it had been 15 minutes since Tom and Cheryl started ‘talking’ shall she put it. The only she was pulled out of her angry daydream by the soft chime of a text message. Quickly she fished it out her bag and stared down at the bright screen.

I never really noticed how aggressive her flirting can be. The text taunted her in a way like Tom was dangling it in front of her face. Of course, he was going to start texting her in the middle of his so-called meeting, he wanted her to know that he was in that room with Cheryl all by themselves.

I notice it every fucking day. She responded quickly, desperately want Tom’s attention to stay away from Cheryl. Meanwhile, Tom sat in his massive chair as he droned out from Cheryl’s rambling. He immediately regretted letting Cheryl get him alone, but he was determined to follow through with his plan.

Really, I must be blind. He typed away remembering to peer up at Cheryl to make sure it looked like he was listening to her.

Well, it sounds like your little meeting is boring you, Tommy. y/n sent the text with the intent to draw him away from her, and by that, she means to get him so worked up all he’ll be able to think about it here. Tom knew what she was trying to do, he wasn’t a complete fool, but he wasn’t opposed to saying no especially when he knew the outcome.

You have no idea princess. y/n got a rush from all of this, she felt good about stealing Tom away from Cheryl. Tom didn’t need to guess what he needed to say and it seemed like she didn’t either because Tom could somehow already feel himself stiffen slightly.

Maybe I could give you some excitement? If y/n was in the room with him right now, Tom knew exactly how she would have said that, her lust blown pupils would stare up at him through those impressively long lashes of hers and she would let her nails rack ever so slightly over the curve of his enclosed dick. Tom let the vision wash over him with pure bliss.

I wouldn’t be opposed. Tom sent back, y/n stared down at her phone with a wide gleam. y/n quickly looked around the massive waiting room and snapped the picture. Tom didn’t expect to get that kind of response from her so fast, either way, Tom choked on the very air he was breathing when he opened a picture of y/n with her already tight nave blouse undone past her lacy bra and her fingers dancing on the skin right above her nipple, simple yet so explicit. Excited yet?

Extremely but I’m not done yet. It took a while for Tom regain his composure and he wanted to test her emotions to the very edge, so sadly he had to decline the wonderful offer. y/n read the text and slammed her hands down in frustration. She doesn’t know how much longer she going to last.

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y/n had been standing at the coffee machine for 10 minutes now. She doesn’t understand why Tom doesn’t just install another one. Hopefully, he can spare 30 bucks in his endless amount of money. Still, she got her coffee and walked off in a hurry to drink this bad boy.

As she walked down the seemingly never-ending hallway, y/n let her mind wander for a bit. Maybe she should just give in. Sure she didn’t want to give him that gratuitous satisfaction but y/n had no clue to what extent Tom’s plan was going to go for and how extreme it was going to become.

Maybe they should make their relationship public. For god’s sake, the wedding was only a few months away and they were still sneaking around like dumb teenagers. She knew just how badly Tom wanted to announce to basically the whole company that they were getting married but y/n doesn’t feel so comfortable yet. Still, a healthy relationship is founded on trust and compromises, y/n knew that she couldn’t keep denying him that urge. y/n mindlessly giggled at her, of course she would use those word to describe him.

Just upstairs, Tom sat at his computer typing away as he thought of what he should do next. He was having too much fun with this, he was having too much fun making y/n writhe with anger and need. Still, he didn’t take into account that maybe his plan worked in another way or in better words another person.

Tom felt his phone go off, he flipped it over and checked the screen. It was one of the new investors from New York, they weren’t extremely important so he could excuse himself from taking the call but if he did, Tom would have to call them back.

So to create a legitimate excuse, Tom stood and basically rushed out the door and started pacing slightly in the hallway.

“Mr Holland, are you okay?” Cheryl’s voice asked him from afar. Tom swivelled around to meet her eyes. Tom took notice that there were exactly three buttons undone, not too much to look obviously sexy but not too little to not tell him anything.

“Yes I’m fine Cheryl,” Was as far Tom wanted the conversation to go, but of course Cheryl didn’t notice and crept forward.

“Are you sure? You looked a bit frazzled,” Cheryl asked again, this time with a sultry tone in her voice. Tom didn’t like where this going, sure he could play it off as just part of the game but he wasn’t really in quite the mood to fake flirt with her and y/n was nowhere to be to seen.

“Really, well I must go fix myself up then,” Tom laughed awkwardly as he attempted to flee but Cheryl’s cold hand clamped around his wrist, thank god he was wearing some sort of protection for those icy fingers.

“I could help you fix up if you don’t mind,” Cheryl winked subtlely, Tom froze for a second before he quickly undid the tight grip.

“Cheryl what you’re insinuating is extremely inappropriate,” for a moment, Cheryl looked like she was not only taken aback but also slightly embarrassed by Tom’s rejection. But of course dove right in again.

“Mr Holland, don’t be shy you can touch them if you like,” Tom was confused for a moment before he stared down at her not blatantly on display breast. He was going to retort when both Tom and Cheryl heard a soft cough just close by. Turning around to see y/n was like a miracle for Tom, he let a little smile appear while Cheryl wasn’t looking.

“Cheryl, I’m sure no one wants to touch those balloons,” y/n retorted, her face contorted with only annoyance. Tom wondered why she was red with fury yet.

“Get lost, y/n,” Cheryl seethed, “this is none of your business.”

“It may not be, but I do need to speak with Mr Holland about our most current investor,” she looked at Tom with wide eyes and he immediately pulled away from Cheryl. y/n’s coffee was long gone by now, she fought the urge to almost pull him inside his office. But she waited patiently and watched Tom duck around her and y/n happily followed him. She gave Cheryl one last look before she closed the doors behind her and locked it.

“Well did you enjoy yourself?” y/n suddenly darkened. Her heels harshly meeting with the tiled floor until she was nose to nose with Tom. He only stared down at her in glee, he had her right where he wanted her.

Tom simply walked away, his expression completely unfazed. “Possibly.”

y/n stared at him in disbelief, he was really taking it this far! “Well, you’re going to enjoy making me scream a whole lot more.”

Tom was taken aback by her sudden outburst, Tom could feel his arousal heating up with every second she was near him. “Oh I’m sure I’ll love to hear your pretty little moans and you’ll adore getting pounded into next Friday,” with every word that escaped from his lips, Tom moved closer until he was face to face with her again. “But you just have to admit it doll.”

y/n coward beneath him, the mere thoughts alone were almost blinding her with lust. One of Tom’s hand pressed gently on her warm cheek while the other slowly traced the skin around her panties. His long fingers dipping in every so often making y/n’s legs almost buckle at the long-awaited sensation, “you are so wet for me, you really want this,” Tom chuckled darkly, peppering soft kisses at the nape of y/n neck. She couldn’t respond, her voice caught in her throat and her lips only releasing short and simple whimpers. “Use your big girl voice,” he told her softly. His touch was starting physically weaken her so she gave in.

“I’m jealous,” she admitted quietly, Tom could just hear it but he wasn’t totally satisfied with her answer.

Tom let his hand drift slightly down to her lips where he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb and his own lips hover so close to hers that she felt static, “of what?” he demanded. y/n looked up at him with desperation in her eyes, Tom wasn’t backing down.

“I’m jealous that other women look at you like they need you,” y/n told him again, this time louder and more firm. Tom stared down at her with a wide smirk on his face. Without a word of warning, Tom picked y/n up and rushed to harshly slam her against the wooden wall. y/n hissed at the rush of pain that shot through her back but she was immediately distracted by Tom’s hot and soft lips upon her giving y/n quick and heated kisses.

“That’s all you had to say baby girl,” Tom spoke happily as he stabilized y/n against the wall and physically tore her blouse right down the middle causing y/n to squeal loudly.  "How about I take you up on the offer to make you scream,“ he told her slowly as his hands fondled at her enclosed breasts. y/n didn’t respond verbally but she did nod her head so fast she thought it was going to fall off.

Tom mouth started littering her decolletage with small bruises and marks, slowly getting closer to the valley of her breasts. Finally, his nose was deep in her cleavage and his fingers were flicking and pinching at her clothed hard nipples while her’s were tugging softly at the tuffs of brown locks. "Oh god, yes sir,” y/n slipped out in a moment of blinded passion. Tom stopped all of his movements and got face level with her once more.

“You want to play that game,” Tom spoke darkly as his easily made work of her lace bra, y/n gave him a wide smile, “you’re not going to say anything unless it’s that name coming out of the pink lips,” Tom ordered as he started to get on his knees still keeping y/n in place against the wall.

Her legs were draped over his shoulders and Tom’s hands stabilized her by her ass. Tom’s face was now inches away from that delicious cunt he calls paradise, hell he could even smell the divine nectar. He quickly tore her matching pantie down her legs and threw them across the room. “Use that dirty mouth to let everyone know,” With that, he dove in.

Tom’s tongue latched itself on her already throbbing clit, sucking every so often. His fingers would spread her wet lips before diving into her at a slow and gradual pace curling once he found the right spot inside her. y/n above was barely able to keep her eyes open, every little thing he did to her made y/n squirm and moan more and more. Tom decided to remove his tongue from her sensitive nub and start tongue fucking her fast and his fingers now took over by circling figure eight above.

“H-Holy shit,” y/n moaned atop him, she felt her orgasm approaching. She had never cum this fast, she was slightly embarrassed. So she tried to keep it a bay for a long as she could but unfortunately for her, Tom knew when she was holding back from him. Tom released himself from her little haven to stare up at her with dark eyes. y/n saw the shining juices dripping from his nose down to the small stubble on his chin. “How dare you hold back for me,” y/n had never heard him so work up, it was getting even harder to hold herself back. “You’re a jealous slut and you’re not coming, you’re a pain in the ass,” he growled lowly as he gave her bare ass cheek a hard slap, his fingers never stopping the relentless assault on her pussy.  

Tom stood up slightly causing his fingers to slid into a deeper part of her that even y/n didn’t even know existed and started to dig themselves harder into her. Within almost a second y/n’s orgasm was ramming into her, she swears she saw only black as she came around Tom’s fingers, a string of praises and screams tumbled out of her mouth.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom almost tearing his clothes off him. His suit came off first then his show and finally his boxers slid down to reveal his painful erection that had been stirring since this morning when she sent that photo. y/n leaned forward to stroke it but Tom’s hands clamped down on her wrist. “Get on my desk with your legs open,” Tom snapped at her, his expression completely blank. y/n doesn’t know if she’s afraid of excited about what’s to come.

y/n paced over, the desk was a little taller than she would have liked so she had to jump up giving Tom a gorgeous view of her bare ass. She sat down, the cool metal piercing her flushed skin. Tom let out a slight giggle before he waltzed over and basically swiped half of the utensils on his desk to crash on the floor. y/n stared up at Tom in disbelief, she was about to give him a scolding but was cut off by a hard push from Tom to have her back flat against the surface.

“Be a good little slut for sir and keep your arms above your fucking head,” Tom whispered before he stood straight. For a moment, Tom stared down at her in awe. He was about to fuck the life out of a girl most guys would die for, his eyes caught her engagement ring in the light. He paid 40 grand for that thing.

Without warning, Tom slammed into y/n. Her back arched and a loud almost pornographic moan tumbled from her mouth. Tom gripped tightly at her hips, suppressing the instinctual groan that came with feeling y/n clenched around him. Tom didn’t hesitate to start slow instead, he immediately began to pound himself into her. The only sound was the hard slapping a raw sweating skin, their combined moans and of course the constant noise of the office just outside.

Sure they had fucked in the office before but never when there was a whole fleet of people just outside, It aroused both of them. Tom brought y/n down ever so slightly to meet his slams, making y/n writhe and squirm as she tried to keep her arms above her head.

“C-can I plea-fuck, please touch you s-sir,” y/n just barely managed to get out through estranged moans and hard slamming. Tom smiled down at her, for a second y/n thought he would give in to her request.

“No, but I can touch you all I like,” he laughed menacingly. As he continued to pound y/n into oblivion, he leaned forward and stared litter bruised across her hot flesh before his finger danced up to her neck. He had always thought about it and now was the time to test it. “If I squeeze to hard tell me straight away.”

“O-okay,” y/n replied shakily. She felt one of Tom’s hands grip softly around her neck. He was fucking choking her. God this is the hottest thing he’s done. Tom lent forward to have his toned body now heave on top of hers as he felt their combined orgasms approaching. y/n was in utter heaven, the feeling of Tom’s massive dick filling every inch of her up, his muscular body squished up against hers and his long finger daintily wrapped around her neck.

“Sir, I-i’m going to cum,” y/n warned him, she was now rolled her hips onto him. Tom let his other hand start tracing soft circles on her clit.

“I know, so am I,” Tom replied as he picked up the pace, y/n didn’t even believe that was humanly possible.

Together they reached climax, y/n felt her second orgasm way more intensely than her first. She trembled and screamed underneath him, breaking his rule by clutching onto his broad should for support. Tom couldn’t care that she disobeyed him, because he was too busy seeing stars as he let his hot seed fill her up.  

Tom pulled out and witness their combined liquids trickle out of her. He scooped some up with his finger and brought it to her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. He was the luckiest guy on earth.

Slowly they started to get redressed. y/n picked the spare clothes she always leaves his in his office and Tom just decided to wear his half-tattered in honour of his accomplishment. Tom went to stare over at her when he saw y/n slip the ring off her secret necklace and onto her finger.

Tom rushed over and looked at her with wide eyes, “are you sure, you want to go public?” he asked softly.

“Babe, you just fucked me senseless while the entire office is still working right outside,” she giggled sweetly, making Tom’s heart swell. “If I didn’t want to go public, we wouldn’t have just done that.”

Tom pressed a soft chaste kiss to her lips to which she happily responded, “I love you,” was all he said.

“I love you too,” y/n told him. “But now, I want to enjoy my victory,” she fluffed his already sweaty hair and skipped out of his office.

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