Tom Holland and Reader (explicit version)

Part 4: The Bedroom

You look up at Tom, "Yeah that's probably a good idea."

He adjusts himself to hide the boner. Then he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd to the hallway. On the way, you see Ella give her a 'Ha- Bitch!' look but she doesn't even notice and the male model that took the body shot off Bella is macking on her now. You're a little bummed she didn't notice that you won, but alas, maybe it's better for this to stay between you and Tom for now.

At the end of the room, he takes you into his master bedroom. Its bigger than any bedroom you've ever stayed in, but it's endearingly plain and simple. He's only living here a few months but his personal affects say a lot about him. A picture of Tessa in a heart-shaped frame on the dresser, next to a family photo and a funkopop spiderman figurine. Your heart feels soupy again. You don't know what that means exactly, but that's what your slightly drunk brain is calling it. Soupy. All night you've been caught up in his sexual dynamite but the contents on his dresser reminds you of his sweeter side. Dirty laundry is strewn across the floor. A quick glance confirms that it's all his. No bras or lace panties in the mix. It's a relief. Seeing those always takes you out of it.

"Sorry about the mess!" he says quickly collecting the dirty clothes and throwing them in the hamper. Were those Hulk boxers he just whisked away? You chuckle. He's so damn cute.

After he's done "tidying up" he rushes back over to you and closes the door. Then he pushes you up against it, hands on your waist, neck craned down by your face, taking his sweet old time getting closer.

Primal libido pulses through you. You want to jump him but you refrain. Hold back. Make him come all the way to you if he wants it. You are staring deep into those glorious brown eyes and your breath hitches. He's so hot that you suddenly get a touch nervous and look down at your feet for a second to break the tension.

Tom rests his forehead against yours, "Don't be scared... we don't have to do anything you don't want to do, darling..." he whispers close.

It's sweet and you smile, but it also renews your confidence, "Oh, but I want to!" you reply.

He grins a sweet and sinister grin.

Fervently, he starts kissing you. Your neck, your jaw, your cheek. You let out a moan as it tingles. Slowly, he works his way to your lips. When he finally kisses them you kiss back with a hunger. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck. His hips flush against yours, the tent in his jeans slowly grazing against you. Instinctively, you lift one leg and wrap it around his muscular back. He leans into it, his hard cock pressing against your wet spot. He pick you up with ease, and you wrap your other leg around him as he carries you to his King-sized bed.

He gently lowers you onto the bed and you start unbuttoning his shirt, as he hovers over you, in between your legs. You throw the flannel across the room and he breaks away from your kiss to take off his skin tight undershirt.

Even though you've googled a million pictures of him shirtless, seeing it up close in real life was an awe-strickening. You let out an involuntary gasp that put an arrogant smile on his face. He knew how hot he looked.

"Oh, shut up!" you say pulling him back down to you. You continue to make-out and his hands slowly slip under your shirt and trail upward cautiously. At first, you think he's doing it to tease you, but when he stops short of your bust, you realize that he is waiting for a sign of permission.

"It's alright, Tom, you can touch me," you whisper seductively into his ear. He kisses you with renewed passion and feels you up. You push him up until you're both in a sitting position. You take off your shirt and you watch Tom's eyes bug out, but he tries to keep his cool. You return that cocky smile he handed you a second ago. Two can play that game.