Tom Holland smuts

Dine out

Tom couldn't stop looking at you from the very moment he met you.
But tonight was different.
His eyes had a deep and intense lust to them that you had never seen before.
You were wearing a red dress that hugged every inch of you, displaying every curve with a cheeky slit down the side, showing a slither of your thigh. Black heels complimented the look.
Tom was wearing a black tux with a white shirt underneath with no tie. His hair was tidy and slick, every heavenly curl defined. There was no doubt he looked hotter than hell itself.
A few days ago, Tom had asked you to go to a fancy Spiderman FFH cast dinner with him, and you gladly accepted.
You were already regretting your decision.
Sauntering out of the bathroom you smile at Tom, who had been leaning against the wall in the hallway. He turned his head to gaze at you, licking his lips.
"You look amazing, Princess," he slurrs. You blush, giving him a smirk.
"You don't look too bad yourself."
That was an understatement.
He bends down