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Don't stop| Tom Holland

By: myfeetkeepdancing

 He takes the glasses from your hand. Downing his drink in one go. Before he has a chance to down yours, you grasp it from his hand and chuck the contents down. His fingers fumble with the zipper on his black vest. "You made me realize something." His arms wrestle themselves free from his vest, as it flies in an arc onto the couch. Leaving his chiseled body in a white shirt. "About you and me…”

 You can’t help but glance at his muscles showing through the fabric. Sweat making it stick even more on his abs. Feeling the downstairs department growing in size. As if it knew what was going to happen.  

“You make me feel things that I haven’t felt before...” Approaching you with an irresistible glint in his eyes. Like the hunter cornering its prey. Pushing you in a direction. Your heart is almost bursting out your chest. You don't know what to say. Step by step, walking back into the living room. You don't know where to look. "(Y/N)…" The tone he mentions your name sends shivers down your spine and send your hairs rising on your arms. Freezing you on the spot. He paces closer and closer to you. Stopping just inches in front of you. You numb for a moment. As his hands brush past your hips. Pulling you close to him. His lips meeting yours in a deep, lingering kiss. Feeling his abs press against your body. His fingers slip under your shirt. Brushing lightly against your skin. You’re more than happy to let your hands run across his back. Carefully caressing the outlines of his muscles with your fingers. "We're not just friends, and you fuckingknow it.” He whispers as he breaks free from your lips.

 Tom playfully pushed you against your chest through the doorway into your bedroom. “You enjoyed that bit eh…” His eyes catch sight of your downstairs department. “I can see that...” He gives you a long, lustful glance.

 "I'm glad you did too." You grin. Eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants. His brown puppy eyes pierce yours, throwing your stomach in ropes. Not looking so innocent now. Tom hooks his finger into your belt. Pulling you close to him again.

"While I was gone, there wasn't a single day I wasn't thinking about you, (Y/N)." His voice has a cocky edge to it as if he was challenging you. You had been denying these feelings for years. A craving. You were almost certain that Tom was becoming an obsession to you. A burning desire that has been raging over the years. Did he just confess the same thing? “And… Those feelings have only grown stronger in the past months.” He continues. “Fuck I-...” Pushing his fingers through his long brown curls. Closing his eyes for a moment. Sucking his lower lip between his teeth.

 “I-I’ve been dreaming about this moment since forever.” Tom licks his lips. Swallowing the lump in his throat. He seemed to be just as nervous as you.

“Let’s make it real, Tom- "As soon as the words leave your trembling lips, he had pressed his lips against yours. You feel your bodies drawing closer. And your hands more and more disconnected from your brain. As your hands violently caress every inch of his body. His hands slip under your shirt while you kiss his neck. When you pull him closer to you, you feel the unexpected sensation of his erection against your thigh. You feel yourself growing larger by the second. In a fell swoop, his white shirt hit the floor. Revealing the muscled body, you always dreamed of. Tom grabs the edge of your shirt, lifting it over your head. Before he has a chance to react, you push him down onto the bedsheets.

 You take a deep breath, feeling your cock swell of excitement. Your fingers brush his rippled stomach. Pressing small kisses while working your way downwards. You hear Tom moan, his hips grinding upwards. The muscles in his six-pack flex more and more while you work down. A pleasure to the eye. “F-uuuuck… (Y/N)…” With one finger you start trailing the waistband of his shorts, the other hand unbuttoning his jeans. You slide his pants off, as you glance at Tom's boner. Teasing you as it pokes through the fabric of his shorts. You look up to Tom.