Sometimes I Just Wonder Why Tom Holland Hasn’t Fallen In Love With Me Yet

Two minutes apart, absolutely beautiful site

smut!! (for anyone🤪)

I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x

So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.

Just throwing it out there

Riding Winksy's thigh. At first he is surprised but then..

you don’t know if its the stupid groin injury and the no sex rule or the fact that he looks so good with his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa, eyes on the tv but it’s got you in some kind of way. And you’re cursing his injury because it’s not fair on you either so you’re immediately strolling over and straddling his thigh - hands on his neck and he tears his eyes from the tv in shock. And it’s a ‘what ya doing, babe’ that’s thrown out and answered by your slow movements over his thigh whilst your only in his t shirt, a slow moan emitting from your mouth at the contact. And it doesn’t take long once you’ve increased your pace - you’ve been deprived for such a long time - before your head is lulling back, eyes rolling, erratic breathing and breathy moans that cause his hands to create a firm grip on your hip, helping you with your movements. And his eyes are full of lust and his hands are full of desire, increasing your movements for you. And he’s loving the site and you’re loving the pleasure and you both cannot wait for this injury to be healed.

maybe some cock warming with eric? I really miss this big man

and he’s making the excuse that he’s cold as he hitches your leg over his hips and sinking into you with an exhale of breath. And you’re both just sitting there, connected and in love, enjoying the intimacy as he plays with your hair and mumbles into your neck about his day. And even though it’s not sexual you’re still clenching around him occasionally - ‘don’t be a tease’ gruffly returned.

HES ALIVE AND LOOKING FINE AS HELL

Eric and you breaking up, but getting back together after a year

And you’re seeing each other when dele has a party and he invites you - you still kept in contact - and you knew Eric would be there - dele had given you a pre-warning - so you’re not surprised when you’re pouring yourself a drink and your form is engulfed in a large shadow. ‘Dele told me you’d be here, how’ve you been?’ is thrown into the surrounding air and you’re answering back with a ‘I’ve been fine, hear you’ve been doing well. England squad, aye?’ And he’s smiling softly at you, telling you about Russia and all he’s done since you broke up and you’ve both forgotten about the party; relishing each other’s company. And dele catches sight of you mid conversation, stood in a corner filled with laughter and conversation and blushing cheeks and subtle touches and he’s smiling to himself, sick of his two friends complaining about their shit dates to him.

football has literally made me forget about all the fandoms i was part of before wtf i used to watch like 15 shows per season and now i just spend my time watching men in shorts kick a ball like an idiot

Harry Kane and his fioncée during training (31/05/2019)

hi can you write some angry smutty stonesy please xx

Always, anon x

and it’s after a game they should have won but didn’t, a game in which the refs decisions were clearly biased, a game in which John was obviously getting frustrated. So when he came to your house after the game and not his, you weren’t surprised. And when he roughly kissed you as soon as you opened the door you weren’t surprised: you’d been anticipating it. You weren’t shocked when he didn’t guide you to your bedroom but instead sat you on the windowsill, roughly pushing down your leggings as he kissed down your neck. He captured your moans in his mouth, working you with his fingers roughly and fast as you moaned his name into the room. He pushed himself inside you with a growl, one hand roughly on your hip - that’ll bruise - and the other leaving an imprint on the fogged up window. With each thrust he buried himself further inside you, your moans being collected by the air now as his mouth was busy biting and kissing your neck, your hands tugging at his hair. And you both gave into the ecstasy one after the other, his grip tightening on your hips. Then leans in with a cheekily smile, ‘I’m still mad at that ref, baby. Round two?’