Y/n & Tom Holland <spicy>
He crashed his lips into mine, picked me up, went over to his double bed and laid me down, without breaking the kiss. He took off his pants, before he joined me in bed and towered over me. He took his shirt off, in one swift motion, putting his abs on display for me to admire.
Y/n: Damn!
He smirked, before he took my shirt off as well and started placing kisses from my neck, down to my chest. He stopped in between my boobs, unable to do anything else, because of my bra.
Tom: You need to take this off, darling.
I arched my back, so his hand could reach under me onto my back and unbutton my bra. He slowly took it off, making me slightly nervous and insecure. I don't like my boobs.
He stared at them for a few seconds, I got shy, so I covered them with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.
Tom: Don't fucking hide what's mine!
*You are a 23 year old girl from London, who flew to Los Angeles because you got a job there. You are a small architect. You usually do an apartments, not big houses. One day you met him, Tom Holland, the boss of a company he never tells you anything about. But you'll find out eventually. Since the day you've met, he's obsessed with you. You're obsessed with him as well, but you're pretending you're not. Your life is full of sex with him, his kisses, touches and love, but also, he's kinda acting like a dick sometimes, so it's not gonna be that easy. Not to mention the danger that comes with being in a relationship with him.*
