More of This
Fandom: Marvel RPF
Pairing: Tom Holland/Female Reader
Request: There wasn’t one, but there is a severe lack of Tom Holland smutty fics, so screw it I’ll write my own. Also, I haven’t yet seen Homecoming because I’m an amazing friend and have promised my best friend I’ll wait for her to come home from holiday and we’ll go see it for the first time together so bear with me
Word Count: 983
Warnings: smutty smut, with fluff, reader’s on the pill but wrap it up just to be safe kids
Summary: Reader is in established relationship with Tom, but isn’t an actress or in the public sphere at all. Whilst she’s trying to work (I made this as generic as possible so that people would be able to relate – I hate it when fics get too specific and you can’t put yourself in the situation so you’re welcome in advance), Tom is bored and horny and tries to distract her and get her attention but she keeps brushing him off. Basically, smut ensues because Tom gets lucky (no pun intended) in distracting her.
‘Y/N’, Tom whined, dragging out your name. ‘I’ve got nothing to do.’
‘I’m sorry, I promise I’ll pay you attention when I finish this paperwork, but it really needs to be done tonight, otherwise my boss is going to kill me,’ you replied pleadingly, not looking up from your laptop.
‘Just tell him what you should tell everyone when you get into trouble,’ he smirked.
‘Oh yeah, and what would that be?’ you knew what was coming, but it still made you smile with pride.
‘Your boyfriend’s Spiderman.’
In the reflection of your screen, you saw Tom saunter over to you and kneel down behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck and his warm body pressed against your back, making you shiver.
‘Tom, I warned you, the more you try and distract me, the longer my work is going to take,’ you said, turning around and pushing his shoulder.
Looking him dead in the eye, you tried to stare him down into leaving you be, at least for a few hours. But the lust coursing through his eyes and the way he looked down at you made you crumble and he noticed, being well versed in all things ‘you’. This meant he also knew how to distract you entirely – up until now he’d only been teasing.
You tried to turn back to the computer, but it was futile, and Tom’s voice pulled you back around. That, and his lips making their way down your neck as he pulls your hair to the side. You tilt your head, getting lost in the sensation, but still trying to concentrate and not let Tom win. That failed when he pulled you out of your chair, took your face in both hands whilst tangling his fingers in your hair, and backed you against the wall to capture your own lips in the most searing kiss you’d ever experienced.
Your mind clouded over as you moved in time with Tom, his body pressing against yours with just enough force to keep you against the wall. Pulling away, he searched your face for any sign that you didn’t want this. There wasn’t any.
His hands made their way down to your thighs to make you jump as his lips returned to yours. He tried to lay you on the bed as gently as possible but you pulled him down with you, with no inhibitions, so he had to put out an arm to avoid falling directly on top of you.
‘I hope you know how lucky you are right now, Thomas,’ you giggled, finding the action highly hilarious.
‘Oh don’t worry, love, I do,’ he replied with a voice a few octaves lower than usual, sending tingles through every nerve ending. He ground his hips against you, effectively cutting off whatever sarcastic remark you were going to make to keep control of yourself, and making you moan instead, running your hands through Tom’s hair.
You felt his fingers pulling at the hem of your sweater and you lifted yourself into sitting up so that he could pull it off, and before you could move towards his t-shirt, it was already off. Your automatic reaction was to cross your arms across your chest, but Tom took ahold of your wrists and moved them to the sides of your head as you fell back onto the sheets.
‘Don’t, don’t love, you’re so gorgeous,’ he mumbled, his lips tracing the line down your jaw to your neck.
Tom continued to tease you, kissing down the middle of your breasts without touching, making your hips buck towards his in order to gain something, otherwise you were going to go crazy. His hands wandered behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room without a glance as his lips travelled lower.
Using your hands in his hair, you pulled Tom’s head up to make him look at you.
‘I swear to God, Holland, if you don’t do something and quick, I’m going back to my computer and ignoring you for the rest of the night.’
His response was to peel your leggings off with lightning fast movement, taking your panties with them and his hand trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles and making you gasp and writhe.
‘Tom… shit,’ you managed to get out before his mouth covered yours again.
Your own hands went straight to his jeans, where you fumbled slightly with the button before Tom pulled back to step out of them. You whined at the loss of his hand, but he quickly undressed and went to his wallet for a condom.
‘No, I’m on the pill, just get over here,’ you yanked his arm, making him fall back onto the bed, where he quickly adjusted himself before lining himself up.
Tom started slow, never wanting to cause you any pain, but as your hands returned to his hair and pulled, it seemed to spark something and spurred him on.
‘Oh my god, Tom, please don’t stop.’
‘Holy shit, you’re so beautiful right now,’ he whispered, kissing you between words. As you wrapped a leg around his waist, he went impossibly deeper and tightened the coil deep inside you.
‘To- Tom, I’m gonna come,’ you gasped, pulling him closer and kissing wherever on his face you could reach.
‘That’s it, Y/N, come on, that’s my girl,’ he replied as waves of pleasure rolled over you, sparking his own.
Before long, he lay down next to you, hot and breathless. You turned over as you caught your own breath and laid your head on his shoulder, burrowing under the sheets.
‘I love you, Tom, you know that right?’ you looked up at him through heavy eyelids.
‘I love you too, Y/N, I know you know that,’ Tom replied, kissing your forehead.
‘Good, because when I get fired tomorrow, I expect dinner and more of this.’