Tom Holland & Co. Smut

Ass Up, Darling

You had known from the beginning that you would be punished, it had been your goal after all, you had started pushing Harrison's buttons this morning, waking up early and taking your shower alone instead of letting Harrison join you like usual. You stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around you, taking your time picking out your clothes, choosing a baby pink lingerie set with white bows, stockings and all, slipping a mid thigh black, pleather skater skirt on top and paring it with a simple top. Harrison had been watching you from the bed the entire time, quickly catching onto the game you were playing once you pulled the stockings over your smooth, freshly shaved legs, but two could play at that game and he fully intend to participate. He got up, mumbling a good morning and giving you a peck on the cheek before making his way to the bathroom to get ready. You had a busy day planned out, with a few of your friends birthdays coming up you were going to head to Westfield to buy presents and you had decided to grab breakfast there, followed up by walking Monty at the park and having dinner with your parents whom had come over to visit you.

The entire day had been torture for Harrison, you had been teasing him all day, bending over to pick stuff off the floor, causing your skirt to ride up, exposing the lacy tops of your stockings, constantly reminding him of what you had on underneath. You had been playin coy and innocent, casually fiddling with the pendant on your necklace, bringing his attention to your cleavage, your nails 'accidentally' skimming the tops of your breasts teasingly. What had really tested his patience was your hand on his thigh all through the dinner with your parents, you had never taken it too high, but your gently caress as your fingertips traced random patterns through his jeans had every one of his hairs on end.

The drive back to your shared apartment had been strikingly silent, not even the radio was on. The sexual tension in the air was thick and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smirking. You knew Harrison was going to snap as soon as you get home, his self control was impressive and you knew you were going to be in for it once you arrived. He hadn't made a single comment on your appearance all day, hadn't returned the teasing, not even once, letting you indulge yourself, his demeanour had nearly convinced you that there wouldn't be any consequences for your actions but you knew your boyfriends better than to believe that.

The elevator ride seemed to take longer than usual, Haz letting you cuddle into him wordlessly, your lips pressing soft kisses into his collar bones. When you reached your floor he unlocked the door unhurriedly, letting you take your time to waltz into the living room and kick your shoes off, but once the door had shut behind him, he snapped, just as you had predicted;

"Bedroom, now." he demanded, his voice so authoritative you daren't disobey. You bit your lip, mind swirling with endless possibilities of the actions that would occur shortly. Reaching your bedroom you sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers tapping against the soft sheets in nervous anticipation of what was about to ensue. Harrison strode in only a couple minutes later, a coil of thick rope in his right hand, you gulped before shooting him a sweet smile, your eyes flicking over his stern features. His jaw was tense, his clear blue eyes boring into yours, not letting on what was going through his mind.

"Strip for me, princess." As soon as the words left his lips you were on your feet, tugging your top over your head and dropping it next you, your skirt followed suit, unzipping it and letting pool around your ankles before kicking it to the side. Harrison lifted his hand, motioning you to walk over to him, you followed his silent order, looking up at him, your breathing already laboured as he ran his fingers along your jawline, suddenly cupping your chin to pull you up and kiss you roughly. Your lips collided, teeth clashing as Haz's tongue roamed your mouth, you submitting willingly, his other hand moving to tug at your hair harshly, further establishing his dominance over you.