{2/3} lost in the fire:
Y/n finds herself at the same club as her enemy, Tom Holland.
y/n's pov
Tonight was about ignoring everyone around me and having a good time. As the music boomed through the room, feeling the vibrations through the floor, I ran my hands over my body. I really loved the dress I had on and was feeling really confident. I swayed my hips to the beat, running my hands back up my body and into my hair.
Whilst dancing, someone caught my eye. He was staring right at me, glancing up and down my body. When the disco light hit his face and I could see him clearer, I was stunned to realise it was Tom Holland. Also my mortal enemy.
He smirked when he saw my shocked face, but his eye-line didn't falter. He wouldn't stop staring, so hungrily, at me.
You're the only one I've got my sights on.
I hated him, with his massive ego and his cockiness, but he was so goddamn attractive that it sent a bolt of electricity between my legs. I hated myself for being so attracted to him. He was nothing but an asshole and a player. I mean, he's probably fucked everyone in London. That's why I refused to let him know he had an affect on me.
I continued dancing, trying to ignore those beady eyes that were staring me intently. I lost myself in the song again, closing my eyes to just focus on the music. My peace was disturbed by large, ring-clad hands snaking around to grasp my hips. I didn't need to look behind me to know who it was.
"Fuck off Holland." I groaned, partly because I was pissed off and partly because he pulled my ass flush onto his crotch.
"Wow, so much attitude. Would love to fuck that out of you." He whispered, sending a chill down my spine.
"That's not going to happen because I'm never going to give you the chance." I replied cockily, still dancing and grinding on him. Teasing him.
"You're so infuriating." He spoke into my neck, making my head crane to the side slightly.
"Why are you dancing with me then?"
"Because you're also so fucking stunning."
I gulped at his words, somehow not able to think of a comeback.
"Wow, I actually shut up y/n y/l/n. But I'd rather make you scream." He growled.
Once again, I was lost for words. The electricity between my legs returned and was much more intense, especially when I could feel how hard he was against my ass.
"Cmon love, let me give you the best fucking of your life."
Type of sex you could never put a price on.
Fuck it.
I swiftly turned around and planted my lips on his. He was slightly taken aback at first but melted into it. It became passionate immediately, my hands running through his curly brown locks and his travelling down to squeeze my ass. He smacked it slightly, earning a gasp from myself and allowing him to slip his tongue in. He explored my mouth with a hum, the feeling making me groan slightly. Bringing his lips away from mine, he trailed messy pecks down my jawline before reaching my neck and searching for my sweet spot. When I let out a moan that rendered me embarrassed and thankful for the loud music, I felt him smirk and work on that area, definitely leaving a mark.
"I-I don't know if I can wait until we get back to your place." I sighed, eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Me neither baby." He spoke against my neck. "Bathroom? I do own the place so I know it's clean."
