𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Dressing Room*

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

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyyeet/623942434556116992/you-and-tom-are-getting-ready-for-an-interview-and?source=share

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Smut!

Summary → Tom pounding into you in the dressing room before an interview and covering your mouth.

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You and Tom are getting ready for an interview and you looked so hot he just couldn't help himself.

Tom lifts your dress above your waist, pulling your panties down as he kisses your neck. “Gonna fuck my baby's tight little pussy.” Tom unbuckles his belt quickly, pulling his pants just enough to have a his hard cock spring free.

“Tom—fifteen minutes—“ you say, looking at the time as Tom rubs his tip on your clit, making you squeal, your back pressed against the cold mirror, sitting on top of the counter in your dressing room, Tom having sunk in, neither of you wanting anyone to know about your relationship yet.

“Only need ten.” Tom says before thrusting up into you. You let out a moan, quickly receiving a glare from Tom.

“Zip it love, don't need anyone hearin us.” Tom grunts, letting your wrap your legs around him, Tom picks you up and placed you down on the couch, before he starts pounding into you.

You bite down hard on your lip as Tom hold up the back of your knees, spreading you wider, as his balls slap against your ass.

“Fuck Tom! Fuck fuck ‘m gonan cum—“ Tom quickly puts his head over your mouth.

“What did I say—Jesus fuck—“Your moans are muffled by Tom's hand. “Be quiet love, fuckin love your noises but we don’t want the whole world to hear it now, do we?” He pants, bringing another hand down to rub quick circles on your clit.

You shake your head no, making Tom smile, you grasp his wrist, your walls clenching, your mouth falling agape feeling Tom's palm against your lips. You eyes try to stay on Tom's.

“C'mon love—s-so close—cum on my cock—love this pussy—t-take me so well—fuck.” Tom groans lowly, and that send your hips stuttering and clenching down on his cock. Triggering Tom’s high, feeling his hot cum coat your walls.

“Fuck.” Tom sighs, pulling his hand away, licking all your spit from his hand before catching your bottom lip. Patting your ass with a lazy post sex smile. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

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