Tom Holland & Co. Smut

She's Alright

You were finally letting loose, after a full week of exams at uni you were more than ready to go out with your boyfriend Tom and your group of friends. You hadn't left the dance floor for the past 20 minutes, teasingly dancing in-between two of your closest female friends, grinding on each other, paying no attention to the fact that your dress straps had fallen off your shoulders and that the hem of your tight, form-fitting dress was riding up your thighs.

You had felt your boyfriend leave longing glances at the beginning, but by now his eyes were glued to you, making your skin feel hotter than usual, but you were determined to give him a good show. You bent over against your best friend, your butt pushing into her as you lowered your hips sensually, coming back up giggling as you turned to face her, leaning forward leaving bold red lip prints on her neck as you made eye contact with Tom. He licked his bottom lip, tugging it in between his teeth to contain the growl that wants to come out. You turn towards his table, swinging your hips and smiling coyly you reach him and tip your body forward, leaving your cleavage on full display for him.

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like it because he can see it, and so can his friends.

When you sit back on his lap, take his drink from him and down it, he narrows his eyes at you. You have sweat glistening along your exposed chest, and his friends whistle a bit as you finish his glass. You let out a cough as you drop it down on the table, and Tom clenches his jaw.

"Oi, Tom, your girl is smoking, aye?"

Tom grinds his teeth, shrugging his shoulders, "Aye, she's alright."

He's teasing, you know he thinks the world of you. But you don't like his response.

You cup his chin, seemingly to kiss him, but his breath hitches when you wrap your fingers around his throat. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, and your giggle makes his pants tighten.

"You think your slick, don't you, Tommy?"

He shakes his head a bit, and you kiss his neck.

"Yeah? Too late for that," you coo, "you're in for it, baby."

He swallowed thickly, his mind fogging up with the suspense of what would happen later on that night, his eyes followed your figure as you got up to bid goodbye to your friends. He did the same, quickly cutting the previous conversation short, all his interest and attention now on you leaving the club. The cab ride back to your shared apartment was tense, sitting on opposite sides, something you never did, but you could sense he was afraid to touch, afraid to do anything that could get him into anymore trouble. Not that his punishment would be extensive, he hadn't done anything really bad, just a single comment but you had been concentrating on your studies for the past couple weeks and that had only left time for a few heated makeup sessions with Tom, turning him into a very needy boy, as he knew he wasn't allowed to touch himself without your permission and had stuck to the rules, hoping for a reward when you had finished your exams, and here it was, but he just had to ruin that with a stupid comment, he was kicking himself at why he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Unbeknownst to him you weren't really planning to torture him much, just a bit of teasing and edging should do the trick, you wanted to give him one of the best orgasms of his life for having been such a good boy the past couple weeks, you weren't a cruel mistress after all.

The cab pulled over and you left Tom to pay as you unlocked the building entrance and called the elevator, he stood behind you, cheeks pink with arousal as he shyly wrapped his arms around your waist. You tilted your head to the side, giving him access to your neck, and he quickly took the hint, leaving open mouth kisses from your jaw to your collar bone. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside pulling Tom behind you as you pressed the button to your floor. His lips leaving harsh purple and blueish marks along your neck, even though Tom had no problem submitting to you, he also loved being dominant and got jealous when strangers eyes roamed you. He loved how gorgeous you were and how you wore clothes that hugged your body, he had mixed feelings about showing you off, he was incredible proud of you but also wanted you all to himself but he loved you and respected you and would never tell you what to wear unless he was in a particularly dominant mood and you wanted to play along too. As soon as the door shut behind you he pushed you up against it, hoping to convince to let him take control and forget his little slip up at the club. To his dismay it didn't work as you pushed your hips up against him and used them to twist your body and swap positions with him, using your hands to pin his to his side. You pulled away from him before whispering in his ear;