•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Personal Assistant ~ T.H

Smut
YOUR POV
You weren't planning on getting wasted tonight but fate had something else in mind. You walked up to the bartender in the club and asked him for a shot of vodka.

You should have known that you would be stood up by your Tinder date the second he wanted to meet you in a club. Who does that?

You sat down on the stool, struggling to do so in your short black dress and heels. You sit there and the bartender gives you the shot. One-shot ended up turning into four and four turned into twelve.

Now you were beyond drunk and it felt so right to you. You could care less but you still had a part in your mind that reminded you that you had your first day on the job tomorrow.

You were a writer, more specifically a writer for the magazines. However, this job wasn't exactly writing for the company, you were going to be a personal assistant to the owner of the company.

The last company you worked at fired you because you were consistently unpunctual. You couldn't help it though, you had other responsibilities outside of the job and they just didn't understand that.

Resisting the urge to ask for another drink, you started to make your way out of the club, that was until he walked in. Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome himself. You had a little rebellious part inside you and it was just pulling on your body to let it come out, you didn't resist.

You went back to the bar and sat next to Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a white T-shirt, black jeans, and black desert shoes, his hair was brown and curled perfectly at the top.

Just looking at him was tempting your body more than ever. He ordered a bloody mary and you could tell he was your type of guy.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here before, " you say to him and he turns around. He smiles at you with his too-perfect white teeth and your core starts to burn.

"Neither have I, I would have remembered a woman as beautiful as you, " you smile back at him and bit your lips seductively. You were surprised that he couldn't tell you were drunk.

"Would you like anything to drink?" he asked you and you couldn't let go of the offer.

"Sure, I'll have what you're having, " he calls the bartender over and orders you a bloody mary.

"So, what is a beautiful woman like you doing here at a club. Nonetheless, alone?" he asked taking a sip of his drink while smirking.

"I was stood up by my date, " you admitted. He pulled his drink away from his lips and seemed to frown at the thought. ". But I'm not alone anymore." you say seductively then take a sip of your drink. He smirks at you and you could tell the night was going to end well.

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There you were, suddenly being pinned under him in his apartment. The two of you had gotten carried away and when he had offered to order you a cab to take you home, you offered to go to his house for a while instead.

He didn't disagree and you just thought you could leave later that night. He, however, had other intentions and got his way the second you walked into his living room.

His lips wonder your skin as you lay under him until they find your neck. He swirls around with his tongue before finding your sweet spot just under your ear. You trail your hands up to his shoulder and remove the black leather jacket he was wearing.

He removes his lips from under your ear to go towards your collarbone, sucking on some spots that were sure to leave marks. He pulls away then looks at you.