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You're A Fucking Tease (Part 4) // Tom Holland

Warning: NSFW + Not for minors.

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"Fuck me," Tom muttered, watching you walk down the stairs in the tightest dress he'd ever seen. He groaned, shifting his weight onto one foot as he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. "Darling, you're going to drive me insane tonight." He made his way toward you, extending his hand out to you to help you walk down the rest of the stairs.

"I try my best, Thomas," Tom wrapped the hand he was holding around his neck, pulling you closer by your waist.

"Can't we stay home? I could think of better things to do than go to a stupid dinner." You laughed lightly, shaking your head. In all honesty, this game between you and Tom had gotten incredibly tiring very quickly. In fear of one not letting the other complete, you both strayed away from each other, sexually, and decided to tend to yourselves whenever you needed a release. It was frustrating, sure, but, in the back of your heads, you knew it'd make the time you two actually caved into each other all the more better.

"Tom, we can't just back out last minute, they made reservations." You smiled at his pout, extending your index finger to trace his bottom lip. He playfully snapped at your finger, causing you to laugh as you quickly pulled your hand away, your laugh making Tom drop his feigned pout and replacing it with a smile.

"Baby?" You raised your eyebrow in curiosity as you lifted your hands to tighten his tie. Tom opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by the sound of his phone, his ringtone indicating that Harrison was calling. He sighed, reaching into his pocket and answering his phone. "Mate. Yeah, we're on our way. We left a few minutes ago." Tom gave you a look, causing you to giggle softly as you went to grab your bag and your sweater, Tom watching your every move. He stopped listening to his best friend on the phone and watched you reapply your lip gloss, your finger trailing against the corner of your mouth to swipe any excess off. His eyes trailed down the length of your dress, not that they had to travel far. He basked in the way the low lighting made you look, you were still illuminated, just by the personal glow that he swore he only ever saw you have.

"You gonna just stand there, Holland?" Tom shook his head, his eyes widening as he cleared his throat, his eyes finding yours. Your right eyebrow was raised, a challenging smirk on your face. You turned toward the door, unlocking it. "Come on, lover boy." Tom smiled, heading to get his coat and picking up his keys, locking the door as he led you to the car. He let you in first before he rounded it to get himself situated in the front seat, cursing to himself as he realized just how long this night was going to be.

"No way!" Harrison exclaimed, almost choking on his drink when you told him some story about Tom slipping while coming down the stairs the other day. Tom sat back in his seat, one arm lazily thrown over the back of your chair as he rolled his eyes.

"Ha-ha, yes! Let's all laugh at my expense." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to pinch his cheeks, squishing his face slightly. "You wanna know a funny story?" Tom removed his arm, scooting forward in his seat as he leaned into the table, ready to get back at you for ridiculing him. "Alright so, what little Miss Perfect forgot to tell you was, after I'd fallen, she – uh," he cleared his throat shaking his head.

"You alright, mate?" Tom nodded, lowering his head as he pretended to clear his throat. He gave you a quick glance, his hand reaching down to remove the one you'd placed on his inner thigh, slowly allowing your fingers to reach a little further. "Tom?" He looked at his friend, smiling stiffly.

"Uh – where was I? Oh, right, after I had fallen, she had just put on a hot pot of tea! When she heard the commotion, she was so–," Tom sucked in a sharp breath, panting slightly when he felt that your hand had reached where it wanted to be, your grip tightening slightly.