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You're A Fucking Tease (Part 3) // Tom Holland

warning: NSFW

warning: not for minors.

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"I'm off for the photoshoot, love," Tom slipped his phone into his back pocket. "You're sure you don't want to come? I might lose a few pieces of clothing during." He winked at you, opening his arms for you as you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"No, there's some things I have to do today. By the time you get home, I probably would have just gotten home, too." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. He kissed you back, softer than what you were used to for the past week.

"I'll miss you," he whispered. You smiled against his lips, pecking him once more.

"I'll miss you, too."

"You're buying that?" You looked at your friend's questioning glance as she looked at you through the mirror. You shrugged, and looked back at your reflection, admiring the intricate lace design against your body – loving the way the bright red looked against your skin. You and Tom had been playing this game for a couple of days now – Tom always ended up winning because he had started it. He'd have the advantage of getting you worked up first, only to leave you hanging. It was like his new favorite hobby and you were at your wits end. "I never pictured Tom as the – kinky? type." You shook your head, lowering the lingerie set from you.

"He usually isn't – he's just been on this stupid high lately. He's being a cocky son of a bitch – and I've let him because I'm too whipped for him. But, he's been laying low for a day or two now, and he doesn't know what's coming at him." You smirked at your friend, laughing lightly at her disgusted expression.

"Listen, I'm all for extracting revenge – just, keep your details to yourself." You rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement as you both walked up to the cash register.

"Baby, I'm home!" Tom hung his jacket on the hook by the door. Kicking his shoes off and breathing in, smelling something sweet coming out of the kitchen. "Darling?" He slowly made his way toward the kitchen, seeing you standing there in your robe, your hair wet. He smiled softly, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he smelled the top of your head, your lavender shampoo putting him at ease from his stressful day. He kissed the top of your head, swaying you both slightly.

"How was your day?" You felt him shake his head as he rested it on your shoulder, kissing your temple.

"Let's talk about something else – anything else. What are you making?" You smiled, turning in his embrace and leaning in, pecking his jaw lightly. "Smells amazing – almost as good as you." Your body felt warm, hearing his husk voice whisper in your ear. You blinked a few times, feeling his lips drag against your cheek. You pushed him away – there was no way he was going to get the upper-hand, not this time. You smiled at him, keeping him at arms-length. He gave you a questioning glance but you ignored him, turning around and grabbing an oven mitt, opening the stove as the timer went off. You pulled out some chocolate chip cookies and placed them on the stove.

"I have a surprise for you tonight – you look like you might need it." You turned around again, your fingers toying with the strings of your robe. He cocked his head to the side, a smirk on his face but the confused glint was still in his eyes. "Aren't you going to ask me what I bought today?" You lowered your head, looking up at him innocently. His smirk widened as he leaned against the counter, eyeing your robe a little closer now.

"What did you pick up today, darling?" Your right hand immediately tugged at the robe, letting it open and revealing the lace piece you had picked up today – the other things that were waiting for him were upstairs in a bag on the middle of the bed. Tom's smirk fell slightly, his whole posture changing as he stood up straighter, his eyes moving everywhere as he traced the design on your chest and thighs. You internally patted yourself on the back when you heard the quietest 'fuck' fall out of Tom's lips.

"I've missed you, Tommy – it's been awhile." You walked over to him, slowly raising your hands to rest on his chest as his met your waist, holding you closer. "Ah-ah," you unwrapped his arms, admiring the way he looked as he pouted, a satisfied feeling washing over you knowing he was putty in your hands now. You slowly walked backwards, picking up a cookie and biting into it, still facing him. He watched you intently as your tongue came out to lick the corners of your mouth. His breath hitched when you brought your index up to your mouth, sucking the melted chocolate off it. You took that same finger, curling it and silently inviting him to follow you upstairs, losing your robe in the process. You suppressed your smile as you turned, hearing Tom's footsteps trail quickly and close behind you.

As soon as you made it to your room, you had to try your best to keep Tom's hands off you for the time being. "Lay down, Tom." You picked the bag up off the bed, setting it on the ground as you sat on the corner, patting the spot next to you. He didn't question you, missing the mischievous look in your eyes as he hopped on the bed, waiting for you. "I want to try something different – that okay?" He nodded eagerly, wanting you to get on with whatever you were going to do so he could have you. You bent down in front of him slowly, reaching into the bag and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. You smiled innocently as you turned around, facing him with the handcuffs dangling off one of your fingers.

"D-Darling, are you sure?" Tom's eyes widened as you laughed. You crawled over him, setting yourself on top of his lap as you gestured for one of his hands.

"I'm only going to hook one – I promise." He still looked hesitant but, he trusted you. He reached behind him to take his shirt off, knowing it'd be difficult once the cuff was on. Once it was off, he placed his left wrist into your awaiting hand, letting you cuff it and then securing the other cuff to the bedpost. "Is it too tight?" He shook his head, smiling excitedly as he leaned his head up, his lips puckered dramatically for a kiss. You leaned down, kissing him once, twice, three times before pulling away from him, and sliding his pants off, leaving his boxers on.

"To be honest – I'm quite excited. Never took us as this type." You snickered, shrugging as you climbed back on top of him.

"I just wanted to try something else. You've been a little shit recently," you gave him a look, causing him to laugh as he brought his free hand up to stroke your cheek, "but, I've missed you. I wanted to surprise you." Tom nodded his head at you, testing the cuff by tugging at it gently. His thumb then went to your bottom lip, tracing it.

"I'd do anything for you, pretty girl. You know that." You smiled down at him, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"Good to know," you whispered before forcibly grinding your hips against his. You marveled at the sound of the deep, throaty groan breaking through the silence of the room, keeping your slow, rough pace. "Tom," you moaned, your nails lightly raking down his chest. His free hand reached for your ass, squeezing it quickly before trying to mimic the movement of your hips with his, trying to create more friction.

"Darling, if you keep going, I won't last." You smirked to yourself, picking up your pace, letting your hands travel up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his shoulder blades causing him to hiss. "Fuck," he dragged the word out, throwing his head back. You removed your hands, grabbing his free hand and taking one of his fingers in your mouth, looking down at him as you slowed your hips, rocking into him at the pace you started with. "Baby, you're – fuck – you're so good at this." You could see the beads of sweat building on his forehead.

"I know I am," you said confidently, leaning down to his ear, your hips still thrusting against him. "You wanna know how I know?" He nodded, eager to hear anything you said if it were in the same whisper as it was now, "I know because – I already got myself off earlier." His eyes widened, his blood running cold and his hips stilling, causing you to stop. "Darling, what – what the fuck? What are you doing?" You got up off of him, picking the handcuff key up off the desk as you slipped it in between your breasts for safe keeping.

You smiled innocently at him, "Since you enjoy getting yourself off, I just thought 'he could probably do it again'!" You leaned down to peck his cheek. "Have fun fucking yourself, Holland." You ignored his complaints and the incessant calls of your name as he struggled to break free of the handcuffs. Your smile never left as you went downstairs, putting your robe back on and picking up another cookie, finishing it off as you laughed to yourself.