Tom Holland little stories (Tom x male reader)

GayQ style

Warning: mature content (explicit sex scene)

You’ve been dating Tom for a while now. Long enough to know that grooming him for that GQ photoshoot would be a terrible idea. But you’d be asking - harassing would be more accurate - your boss to work on a big shoot for ages, so you couldn’t say no.
You take a deep breath as you check yourself in the big mirror of the room where all the clothes have been brought. Everything is going to be fine. You are both professionals. Adults who can behave themselves.

-- I love when you wear those pants.

You flinch at the sound of Tom’s voice and glance at his reflection. He walks towards you nonchalantly, his hands in his pockets, a mischievous smirk on his face.

-- You promised to behave, you say as he stops right behind you.

-- I haven’t done anything!

One of his hand leaves his pocket to go rest on your hip. He’s not close enough to really touch you but you can feel the shift of his clothes on your back. This is going to be a long day…

He drops a kiss on your neck, looks right at you through the mirror and lifts his hand up against your side. You move away quickly and take out some clothes off the racks.

-- Here, you say, put these on. And stop looking at me like that, we’re not at home, you add giving him eyes.
He flashes you a boyish smile and takes the clothes. Let the torture begins…

The mansion you're shooting in is gorgeous, inside and outside. And Tom...Tom is gorgeous too. He's on full playboy mode, which is both funny - he laughs at himself a lot actually - and hot. Of course, he looks at you with that intense, sexy gaze every time he can. You don't even mention the parted lips or the way he plays with his eyebrows.

You frown and purse your lips as you watch him climbing on a small wall. If he ruins that coat…! But then he takes that lascivious pose and you're not mad anymore. Or at least not that much.

The outdoors photos are postponed for now because the light's not good enough apparently. But there's still a lot of fabulously clothes for Tom to try and the photographer is very enthusiastic about his work.

The sound of your shoes resonates on the wooden floor as you cross the fitting room. You put back on a hanger the leather jacket you brought from the previous takes. You really liked it, you should talk Tom into buying it. It gives him some 80's bad boy vibes…