𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Dirty Reflection*

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

https://wazzupmrstark.tumblr.com/post/651492121160859648/dirty-reflection-th-x-reader

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → swearing, smut (18+)

Summary → Fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

✧･ﾟ: *✧≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫✧･ﾟ: *✧

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Please!"

"No, I'm too embarrassed!"

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Tom, but you were determined not to break.

"Please, baby?" he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Tom let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

"Fine, then I guess we won't have sex at all."

"What?"

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

"You heard me."

You narrowed your eyes. "You're bluffing."

"No," he insisted, doubling down. "If you won't tell me what you want, we won't have sex until you do."

"You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good."

"I thought I did," he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

"You do!"

Tom raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein's. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

"But not this!"

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Tom wasn't home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn't an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn't meant to pry. He had just gotten home from shooting and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren't around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn't need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Y/B/N was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn't have been reading your private messages, but he couldn't stop himself.

Y/F/N: you should just tell him

Y/n: Idk how to bring it up

Y/F/N: it's not that hard

Y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

Y/F/N: bitch yes

Y/F/N: I don't want to talk to your bf about your sex life