Some Unholy War // Tom Holland

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The two left for Las Vegas three days later, Tom had to be there for certain training and weigh-ins before the big fight. Tom wanted this trip to be perfect, he booked a villa for the two at the Bellagio, because Y/N said she always wanted to watch the fountain, but she didn't know what she was in for when she walked out of the terminal at the airport.

A private limousine picked them up from departures and took them to their hotel. On the drive there, Tom and Y/N shared a bottle of champagne, she made a toast to him, they cheers and took a drink and he kissed her softly on the lips.

Walking into the room, Y/N was taken aback by the sheer size and decoration surrounding them, as if they had just walked into an Italian villa in the middle of the countryside.

"Tom, wha—you didn't have to get all of this, this is too much." She shook her head, looking at the man behind her, he smiled at her and pulled her hips into his.

"Nothing is too much for my pretty girl." Tom said, the truth is, Guinness was the one paying for the villa, Tom had the choice of where he wanted them to stay and his sponsor did the rest. Tom just had to sit back, relax, and win the fight in two weeks.

She ran to the master bedroom and jumped onto the bed, the 2000 thread count white sheets soft against her skin. Tom walked into the room after her, licking his lips as he made his way to the bed. Getting on top of her, Tom pressed kisses to any part of her body that was unclothed, her arms, neck, face.

"We're gonna have so much fun, love." Tom said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

They did have a lot of fun. Their nights were filled with martinis, craps, and a lot of winning. Tom dressed in suits and Y/N in long dresses with slits in the leg, wearing more jewelry than she ever thought she would. Tom liked this new side of Y/N, the side that was in control and mysterious, he was putty in her hands when her leg poked out of the side of her dress, teasing Tom at the way her skin looked too soft and delicate for him to not touch.

They sat at the blackjack table, his hand on her thigh and hers on his shoulder. Hand after hand they won something, that's when Tom realized that this woman wasn't just his good luck charm in the ring, she made his whole life better. The casino gave them complimentary drinks, hoping they'd stop being lucky soon enough, they didn't. They left the table before they got too carried away and went to gamble somewhere else. Tom was always holding onto her some way or another, but he knew he wasn't the one in control, and he liked it, a little too much in fact.

"I need to get you out of that dress, darling." He growled in her ear, earning a low chuckle from her. She leaned into his ear and bit the lobe lightly.

"All in due time, pretty boy." That's all she had to say to wrap him around her finger, she had him right where she wanted him, and it felt good to finally be in control of something. She had spent her entire life in the backseat and it was refreshing to take the wheel once in awhile.

The rest of the night, Tom struggled to hold onto his sanity as she sashayed around the casino in a dark blue dress that hit the floor, her black heels poking out of the bottom of them as she walked in front of Tom.

"Please, I'll do anything." Tom found himself begging when they exited the restaurant, his arm wrapped around her waist. She smirked to herself and reached into his pocket, her hand lingering where he wanted her, before pulling out the key card to their hotel room. He let out a shaky breath as she walked to the elevator, it opened in front of her almost immediately.

"You coming, big shot?" She bit her lip as Tom practically ran from where he was standing to enter the elevator. They didn't speak in the elevator, Tom's mind was racing with all of the things he wanted Y/N to do to him, the same thoughts were running around in Y/N's mind.

Inside the room, Tom raced to the bedroom where he sat on the bed, impatiently awaiting her arrival, he took off his suit jacket and tie, throwing them on a chair in the room, he rubbed his thighs in anticipation. She slipped her dress off in the lounge area before walking into the bedroom. When Tom saw her, it was as if he had forgotten how to breathe, she stood in the doorway in black lace lingerie and her heels, still wearing the diamond necklace and earrings from that night.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" She slowly walked into the room, Tom's eyes wide as he followed her figure, he tried to choke out a response, but to no avail. "I can't hear you, baby. Use your words." The problem with this statement was that Tom was at a loss for them the moment she walked into the room.

"P-Please. I'll do anything." Tom finally said as her torso was in front of his face, he looked up at her with pleading, wide eyes. She smiled to herself and took hold of the bedpost to her left. She pressed her high-heel-clad foot against Tom's chest and pushed him on the bed. She got on the bed, hovering over him hot breath in his ear.

"No touching. I want to hear you." She said, fingers lightly trailing down his body, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. "Got it?"

"Y-Yes." He choked out and Y/N chuckled lightly in his ear and kissed down his neck. Tom had never felt more alive.