𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Desperate*

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer wazzupmrstark on Tumblr

https://wazzupmrstark.tumblr.com/post/652947447002382336/desperate-th-x-reader

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → swearing, smut (18+), oral (m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom), creampies

Summary → The first time Tom fucks you raw.

✧･ﾟ: *✧≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫✧･ﾟ: *✧

"Baby," Tom groaned against your neck in an attempt to get your attention, but if you'd heard him you were choosing to ignore him as you continued to grind down on his lap with your head buried in his shoulder. "Baby," he tried again, "I don't have a condom."

He was still desperately rifling through his wallet with one hand and digging through the pockets in his jeans with the other in the hollow hope that maybe he'd find one.

He always carried condoms with him, he had since you had started dating. How the hell was he missing one now- then it dawned on him. Last month, at that bar back in London when you had been wearing nothing underneath your tight black skirt and he just had to have you... god damn it, Tom, he thought to himself. He had used the last one then, when he fucked you in the bathroom that night. But now you were the needy one and he couldn't even take the edge off for you.

Despite the circumstances at hand, Tom's body was reacting accordingly to your actions. His cock was straining against his jeans and he was almost positive you could feel his erection against your thigh. And if your moans were any indication, he was right.

He sighed into your shoulder, and used his hands to still your hips. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout momentarily before you began pressing languid kisses to his neck, sucking hickeys right underneath his jaw.

"Y/n, I-I don't have a condom," Tom stuttered out again and pushed on your shoulders to make sure you heard him this time.

"I don't care," you whined, slumping forward onto your boyfriend in defeat. "I want you so bad."

"I know, darling," he said in a hushed whisper, trying to ignore the way your hips were still rocking instinctively on top of his.

If you were at home it wouldn't be such a big deal. Tom could just pop out to the shops and be back within the hour with enough condoms to go as many rounds as you wanted. But you were all the way in Monaco at the F1 Grand Prix- it wasn't like you could just come and go as you pleased, once your ticket was scanned at the beginning of the day you were stuck there because the no re-entry policy was strictly enforced at all exits. You'd learned that the hard way on the first day.

When asked later, your friends would claim not to know where you and Tom had run off to. But everyone knew. You guys were a bit infamous for bathroom quickies, hence that night at the bar last month. Bars, restaurants, movie theaters, clubs, and department stores were all fair game to you guys. Today was no different. Tom was sitting on the counter with his back pressed against the mirror in one of the racetrack's tiny, one-person facilities and you were straddling his lap.

Everything had been going routinely when Tom broke the news and you felt your heart (or rather, your pussy) shatter into a million pieces. He just looked so goddamn good in that pink shirt with his hair slicked back like that... fuck. And the way he'd been acting this weekend, so casually confident with his friends and the racers, it brought out something primal in you.

"You want my fingers?" Tom offered, holding up the middle and ring fingers on his left hand.

You shook your head. "Just want you."