hidden identity-tom holland

part 7-dream

!SMUTTY!

y/n's pov

"Y/n, the information you've provided has been very useful. We've already got agents out confronting Hollands clients." My boss beamed.

"Yeah, great..." I trailed off.

"What's wrong y/n?"

"...oh! Nothing just tired."

"Yeah well maybe don't go clubbing whilst on the job." She spoke sternly.

"Sorry boss." I smiled weakly.

The truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about Tom. The way we were so close, our bodies pulled closer and closer by your sexual tension. The way he called me pet names that made my stomach do a flip. The way his hand brushed against my cheek and his hot breathe trailed down my neck.

God this was a problem.

"I have to go, somethings come up. But make sure to keep in touch."

"Of course, bye."

I shut the laptop and groaned, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. As well as my crippling sexual feelings for Tom, I had a banging headache.

After chucking back some painkillers, I got into bed and decided to have an early night.

"Sir- I mean- Mr Holland! How are you?"

"You don't have to change it just cause we're not at work. I told you, I like sir." He bit his lip slightly and smirked.

"Well, I don't think that's very appropriate sir." I raised my eyebrows, liquid courage taking over a little.

"Well then why did you do it again?" He walked a little closer.

"Cause its fun." I smiled.

"Ah you see? It benefits everyone!" He chuckled.

"I think it benefits you the most though." I scanned down his body. He either had a hard on or had a really big dick. Or both.

"Oh ignore that angel. Not for you." He licked his lips seductively but blushed slightly. My breathing quickened at the nickname. "Seems like I'm not the only one who likes nicknames huh?" He walked even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating from each others bodies.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes playfully. He chuckled and lifted his hand, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear before leaning in and whispering;

"I think you do angel"

In a moment of desperation, I connected my lips with his. As soon as he kissed back, it immediately became heated. My hands found his gorgeous brown curls and his hands found my waist. His hands gradually ran down to my ass and gave it a light squeeze, making me squeal into the kiss allowing him to slip his tongue in.

He stopped the kiss to travel his lips from my cheek, to my jaw, to my neck, making me moan slightly as he hit my sweet spot.

"God I don't think I can wait until we get to someone's apartment." I sighed.

"Me neither princess" he hummed between kisses.

"Is it totally weird to ask if we could go to the bathroom?"

"Actually no. I own this place and it's really clean. Plus there a lock on the door." He locked his lust filled eyes with mine with a cheeky grin.

"Hell yeah." I giggled and took his hand. We practically sprinted to the bathroom, hurriedly locking the door as we entered.

He immediately pinned my arms up against the door, out lips passionately connecting once again. After a while of making out, he disconnected our lips to take off his shirt.

"Oh fuck me." I blurted out, legs becoming weak as I examined his ripped body.

"Gladly." He smirked before beginning to kiss my neck.

"Oh Tom." I moaned as he hit my sweet spot again.

"You like that angel?"

"yeah." I sighed.

"Seems unfair that my shirt is off and your dress isn't."

"Why don't you take it off for me?"

With a wide smirk, he slowly but desperately pulled my dress over my head, lip catching between his teeth as he saw my lingerie-clad body.

"Fuck angel, you're so beautiful."

I smiled, trying to to blush.

"You're not so bad yourself." I smirked.

He wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me up, gently placing me on the counter space next to the sink. The cold granite on my thighs added to all the sensations I was feeling.

Whilst continuing to kiss my neck, he fiddled with the back of my bra, letting it pop open.

"You don't know what you're doing to me princess." He groaned at the sight of my chest, making me giggle.

His kisses traveled further down until his tongue connected with my breast, making me gasp at the contact. He hummed in approval, making me moan due to the vibrations.

"Hmm keep making those pretty noises for me."

I shot up from my pillow, entire body sweating and heart pounding.

Now I'm having dirty dreams about him?!

This is getting too hard to handle.