#its been a hot minute since ive written bdsm....i hope it's alright

[duskholland]

Getting His Fill | Mob!Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ you’ve been a brat all day, and Tom’s had enough.

requested ↠ yep, twice! similar concepts were suggested both by an anon and @a-singleboat, so I combined them.

warnings ↠ this is really quite hardcore. includes d/s dynamic, elements of bdsm, mean dom!Tom, c*ckwarming, bondage, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected MxF rough sex, dirty/filthy talk, angry Tom, cursing, mob-related themes? aka -- pls pls pls don’t read if rough stuff freaks you out.

a/n ↠ I’m starting up a new thing which I’m gonna call Mob Mondays... aka, every Monday I’m gonna try to post something mob!Tom related, and it will probably be filthy. all the oneshots are based within the same universe, but you can read the pieces as stand-alones. feel free to send me suggestions or concepts for mob!Tom and I’ll see if I can incorporate them in the future :) until then --- happy reading (and don’t forget to wrap before ya tap!)

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

You know you’re being a brat. You’ve been acting like a spoilt, entitled bitch all day, but you’re not going to stop until you get exactly what you want, and Tom knows that.

It had started this morning. You’d woken up to Tom’s head between your legs, his thick curls tickling your inner thighs. He’d teased you, his brown eyes meeting yours mischievously as he’d nuzzled his nose up against your covered clit, the hard pressure to your silky lingerie making you whine and buck your hips. He didn’t stop his teasing until you were so flushed and breathless that the entire front of your panties were soaked through and you were practically begging just to get him to touch you. And you’d almost got it. Just as Tom had dragged his hot tongue over the front of your panties, his phone had started to ring, and he’d left you high and dry, fisting at the satin sheets as he’d swept from the room with a lingering, don’t you fucking dare that rendered you immobilised.

He hadn’t come back, and when the house started to fill with the sounds of his men arriving for work, you’d given up on waiting and got on with your day. But the ache between your legs has persisted, and it really doesn’t help that Tom’s been avoiding you ever since.

Now it’s early afternoon, and you’ve decided you can’t wait on him to come to you - you’re just going to have to bait him into finishing the job. You’re so horny it feels like your skin is on fire and your body longs for him in a way that puts you on edge. Tom rarely leaves you hanging, and it’s a sensation you can’t stand. And you know he’s busy, but you don’t really care as you slip on one of his favourite dresses and go to cause trouble. It’s a silky little number that skims the tops of your thighs as you walk down the hallway, and it draws the attention of his men as you walk into the open reception hall where Tom’s hosting a few guests. But if Tom notices, he doesn’t show it. In fact, he pays you no attention beyond a fleeting glance as you enter the room, and you’re forced to make polite small-talk with some of the guards until you notice Tom’s at a break in conversation and seize the opening.

You’re not shy as you approach. There’s no need to be. Everyone in the room answers to Tom, and you’re his, so that leaves you invincible. You know he can sense you approaching, but he doesn’t do anything, even when you’ve swaggered up to stand right behind him. Infuriatingly, he just pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling through his emails as you run a hand over his toned back, pressing your chin on the flat of his shoulders as you peer down at his hands. His fingers are slim and long, and you find yourself gulping as memories of intimate times pass behind your eyelids.

“Baby,” you try. You dig your fingers beneath the crisp collar of his shirt, giving you the perfect leverage to tilt his neck and expose his pale, sensitive skin. You press a few wet, open-mouthed kisses to him, grinning as you feel him stiffen.

But much to your irritation, Tom keeps his eyes fixed firmly on his phone, even as your mouth goes up to tease his ear, your tongue flicking gently over his lobe before you leave another hot kiss just behind it. “Pay attention to me,” you whine. You run your hands down the sides of his shirt, twisting your fingers up and around to his front, and you’re so close to snatching his phone away when he pulls away, turning around to finally look at you.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” Tom crosses his toned arms over his chest, his stature pulled wide and domineering, and you swallow deeply as he stares at you intently, eyes dark and firm. His hair is styled up and away from his face, looking smooth and slick in the way you like it, and you find yourself biting down on your lower lip as you admire him. “I’m busy.”

Your lips roll into a pout. “Not too busy for me.” You step closer, pressing your hand to his shoulder as you lean up to his ear again, whispering hotly. “You left me hanging this morning. ‘S not fair.”

Tom’s sharp fingers briefly dig into your waist as he pushes you away, your hands falling back to your sides as your frown deepens. A whine slips from your mouth as you glare at him, the sight of his jaw pulled tight only causing you to grow more aroused. Wanting to test him, you try to get closer, your entire body burning to feel him again, but he just steps back teasingly.

“Not fair, huh?” Tom taunts, his voice pulled lower and drier. Your mood dips as you realise he’s feeling mean. And sometimes you love that side of Tom - the part of him that pins you down and edges you until you’re a wet, slippery mess, and grips your chin as he spits obscenities in your ear - but today, you’re so fucking desperate to have him touching you that it’s enough to ruin the playfulness you’d had spinning between your ears as you’d walked in. “Don’t come in here and act like I owe you anything, love.” He glances down at the leather watch strapped to his wrist. “I’m too busy for this. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

A shiver passes down your spine as he looks at you firmly, his expression saying try me. And you know you should leave the room and let him continue to mingle with his partners, but his husky tone and the way he’s staring at you like you’re just a bratty bitch makes the ache between your legs worsen. You’d stopped wearing panties around the house as soon as you’d moved in because Tom has such a habit of ripping them off, and now it’s come to bite you in the back as you feel your throbbing cunt begin to drip, your slick wetting the insides of your thighs.

“Please,” you beg, letting your teeth catch your lower lip again. You widen your eyes and stare at him pleadingly, and you know your interaction is being watched by the other men in the room, but you’re too distracted to care. “Tom, baby- I need you-“

“And I need you to leave before you cause a scene.” He steps closer and brings a hand up, his fingers briefly cupping your cheek as he stares at you firmly, eyes slightly softer. “Stop being a needy brat, sweetheart. I’ll deal with you later.” He brushes the flat of his thumb across your lower lip teasingly, and then he’s pulled back and it’s as if he’d never touched you.

Knowing your cue, you begrudgingly turn and dramatically walk from the room, feeling him watching you and the way you swing your hips as you get further and further away.

But you don’t give up there. His refusal to satisfy you is just a minor setback. For the rest of the afternoon, you lounge about in your queen sized bed and model a few of your favourite lingerie pieces, sending snap after snap to Tom. He leaves you on read, but you notice he’s opening the messages almost immediately after you’ve sent them. You already know you’re in for it later, but he gets really hot when you’ve pushed him too far and so you’re more than willing to aggravate the situation. 

You spot him around the mansion a few more times over the course of the day. Tom doesn’t ignore you, but he keeps his distance, always somehow finding a way to be just out of reach. It drives you up the wall as he ignores your stares and appears to care more about the contracts that he’s pouring over with Harrison, and your arousal only grows worse as you realise he’s doing it on purpose. Every time you look away, you feel his gaze resting on you, but he’s always turned away before you can catch him.

This frustrating game of cat and mouse continues on until 10pm, when you’re finally able to get him alone.

The mansion is quiet and his office door is shut, but a golden line of light cascades out from beneath it and you don’t hesitate to slip inside. Tom looks up from his desk as he hears the sound, his eyebrows drawing together in outrage at being interrupted, but then his gaze falls on you and he sighs deeply instead. His brown eyes drift back to his work, nimble fingers twirling a golden pen through the air as you approach him. You’ve ditched the silky dress from earlier in exchange for one of his large grey t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts, and you feel swaddled in his musky scent.

“What makes you think you can be in here?” He speaks quietly as he underlines a few lines of the contract on his desk. “The door’s shut for a reason, love.”

You walk around the front of his desk and slip up onto an open spot, the cool glass pressing against your exposed thighs. You rest your chin in your hands as you peer at him innocently. “Why are you so mean today?” You dare to ask.

Tom’s breath hitches as he slowly, slowly, tilts his head up to look at you, an expression of irritation spreading across his thin pink lips. “You think I’m being mean.” His voice lulls deeper, and it’s with a thrill of anticipation that you realise your word choice has irked him exactly like you’d intended. He reaches up to wrap his arms around your knees and pulls you until you fall into his lap. As one of his hands finds your waist, the other slides underneath your shirt and up your front. His rough thumb presses over one of your stiff nipples and you whine. “You’ve been so fucking bratty today, darling. Hm?” Tom nudges you from the crook of his shoulder and forces you to look at him, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I missed you.”

“Sure.” His hand moves away from your waist and he fists it in your hair, his eyes dancing darkly as he pulls your head to the side. “Turn up at my meeting in a dress that shows off everything, then you try to make a pass at me in front of my guys. After you finally take the fucking hint and leave me alone, you spend all afternoon sending me those photos.” Tom pauses, swallowing deeply as his brown eyes stare into yours. He looks tired, with his hair arranged looser than it was earlier, but he smells so intoxicatingly of Tom that you find yourself inching closer. He releases your hair and brushes his light touch over your cheek, fingertips gentle and contrasting the way his other hand continues to grope you under your shirt. “I’m not being mean, love, I’m trying to show you that you can’t always get what you want.”

You reach up to fist his curls, intending to use your grip to jerk him down into a steamy kiss, but Tom catches your hands, a knowing look in his eyes. He reaches back and grabs a tie from his desk, and you gasp as you realise what he’s planning to do.

“No,” you whine, shaking your head vehemently. But he just pulls your long t-shirt up and over your head and then draws your wrists together, carefully binding them with the black tie. His touch feels hot against your skin, your naked chest prickling from the sudden coolness of the air. “That’s not fair, Tommy. I wanna touch you.”

Tom presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back and raising his eyebrows. “You think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I’m going to let you have anything you want?” He reaches down and quickly pulls off your shorts, leaving your centre bare and glistening as he pulls you back into his lap. His mouth is at your neck and you whimper as he drags his lips and teeth over your skin, biting and licking over your sensitive spots as you squirm. You can feel his length through his slacks, pressing up deliciously against your aching cunt, and you grind messily against him, knowing you’re digging yourself a deeper hole, but enjoying the way Tom’s face squints pleasurably.

“Just...fuck me,” you suggest seductively. “Show me I’m yours.” Your voice is far too eager for Tom, who immediately pulls away from you. You stumble back, suddenly unbalanced as he stands from the chair, and you watch as he pulls his trousers and boxers down his legs. Your thighs clench at the sight of his flushed cock, standing tall and full against his lower stomach, his prick red and weepy. When Tom raises an eyebrow and pats his right thigh suggestively, you straddle him, hissing slightly as you wish desperately he hadn’t tied your hands together. “I need your cock, Tommy.”

He brings his hand to your face, thumb slipping into your mouth as his hot, minty breath spreads across your face. You grind down against his leg, the slight pressure causing you to gasp around his thumb, and in response, he fists your hair again.

“I don’t think you deserve to get fucked, m’love,” he murmurs, voice achingly cruel. When you pout, he just smirks. “Wouldn’t be fair, hmm? You acted like a spoilt brat all day, what did you expect was gonna happen? You’d suck me off, maybe let me tease you a little bit, then I’d fuck you?” He laughs quietly, pulling at your hair as you groan. “You’re so desperate for it. Soaking my thigh before I’ve even touched you.” He finally releases your hair and reaches down to tug at his cock. You try to speak, but the thumb in your mouth just presses your tongue down. “I’ve got some calls I need to take, but I don’t trust you to keep your fingers out of my pussy. So…”

He finally pulls his thumb from your mouth. As you gasp a deep breath, his fingers lever your hips and pull you up, and then his cock is running through your soaking slit, pressing up against your bundle of nerves in a way that makes you mewl.

“Not a sound,” he orders.

Your teeth catch your lower lip as he guides your hips down, your tight entrance stretching to take his length. It feels so good, to finally have him pressing your walls apart, and the burn makes you shake as you try to push down a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“Mm, there’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. Don’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fucking wet.” He bottoms out, his groan filling your ears as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing laboured and heavy. “Don’t move. You’re gonna sit there and keep my cock warm until I’m ready for you.”  

Tom reaches over to the desk and picks up his phone. Your forehead falls down to his shoulder as your bound hands rest between your bodies, your heart racing. You feel so full, having his cock stuffed in you completely, and it’s almost like a pleasurable method of torture. The wetness from your pulsing walls means you can feel every ridge and curve of his member, and it takes everything you have to stay still and bite back your noises.

“Hi Haz, yeah, just got a few questions about that contract from earlier…”

You bump your head against his shoulder and muffle a whine as you realise what he’s doing. Tom placates you by wrapping one of his arms around your waist, the presence anchoring you to his lap, but it also nudges you forward and causes an arc of pleasure to roll up your spine as his tip presses up against your g-spot. You sink your teeth into the shirt on his shoulder as Tom continues to phone his men, asking them dozens of needless questions as you writhe about in his lap, your walls pulsing weakly.

After what feels like an eternity, Tom finally puts the phone down. Both his hands go to your waist and he gently coaxes you back, pulling you away from where you’ve been burrowing your head into his shoulder. He brings a hand to your chin and angles your face, peering down at you with lust in his eyes. The pads of his rough fingertips skim beneath your eyes, gathering up a few tears of frustration that slip out as he bucks his hips against you.

“You look so fucked, dove,” he murmurs, taking in your sweaty forehead and the way your chest heaves. “So pretty like this, naked and flushed, clenching around me like that.” His breath catches as you clench around him, his own cheeks tinted a deep rosy red. Quickly, Tom clears a space on the desk and then lifts you up, your bodies still entangled as he presses your back into the glass and stands between your tensed thighs. His hungry lips nibble down the column of your neck, and he pauses to suck deeply against your sensitive spot, making you groan softly into the air. “No noise,” he repeats. He reaches down and brings your bound hands up and over your head, and then you’re just laying there, body naked and humming from arousal, his cock nudging up against your heat in a way that has your eyes tearing up, and you can’t do anything apart from wait. Tom takes his time to slowly pull out, pauses for a teasing moment at your entrance, and then gradually pushes back in, wet sounds of your arousal filling the air between you.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he starts, leaning over you. One hand fondles your breasts as the other reaches down to your thigh and pushes your leg back further, giving him better access as he continues to slowly fuck into you. “You’re gonna lay here and take it. You can’t touch me, and you definitely can’t talk. If you’re lucky, I might cum in you.” He ruts particularly harshly against your back wall and you stifle a gasp. “You’ve been such a fucking brat all day, you’re lucky I’m even doing this for you. Does that sound fair?”

You nod slowly, your mouth dry and the muscles in your arms aching. He’s got a mad look about him - the sleeves of his white dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and his sweaty curls falling out across his flushed forehead, but he fucks you hard and that makes all thoughts leave your mind. His fingers burn into your thigh as he keeps you spread wide and open, your body quaking as his thrusts grow harder and more precise, the tip of his cock nudging at your g-spot. There’s a fire growing in the pit of your stomach but you find yourself biting and chewing at your lower lip as you try to push back your high, knowing he won’t let you get there, knowing he’s going to make you regret all of your bratty actions from earlier.

It only takes him a few minutes for his thrusts to grow sloppier. Your lungs burn and your arms throb, but you respond eagerly as his lips finally find yours and they meet in a searing kiss. You can’t keep back a moan as he hits your spot directly over and over, and you take the opportunity to groan into his mouth as he chases down his high. But he hears the sound, and just as he’s about to cum, Tom does the unthinkable and pulls out. You cry out at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then your eyes widen as he stands between your legs, hand pumping his glistening cock.

“You were doing so well, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Was g’nna cum in you, then eat your pussy.” He pauses to whine, the noise full and heady as his hand blurs over his cock, the veins in his neck standing out. “Too bad, I guess.” When you whimper, he leans forward and bites the base of your neck, his chest pressing flush to the rise of breasts. “Only good girls get my cock. And you’ve been a brat all day.” And as you wriggle on the table, trying desperately to feel anything against your flushed centre, Tom peaks with a cry, his white cum landing on the skin of your stomach and chest. The feeling makes you whimper softly as your core aches, your arms aching as your eyes glaze over.

Tom curses as he finishes, his cheeks red and flushed and his demeanour pulled wide by a confident smirk. His eyes survey your painted naked body as he slowly starts to dress himself again, occasionally running a finger along your inner thigh and delighting when you mewl and buck your hips against nothing. Once he’s dressed, he picks his phone up and slips it into his back pocket.

“I have to finish my work. Stay here. Don’t even think about moving. Maybe when I come back, I’ll give you something.” He walks around the desk, pausing when he’s by your head to lean down and press a small kiss just behind your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just tease you,” he adds. “Make you a whimpering, needy mess, and keep you on edge all night until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

He pauses, laughing quietly as you stare at him incredulously. “I guess it depends what mood I’m in.”

Tom moves away from you and you shiver, the rolls of his cum feeling cold against your skin. The ache between your legs feels worse now, and you know that it’ll be a long, torturous wait for him to come back, but that you’ll have to do it, because crossing Tom when you’re already in hot water would be the worst thing you could do.

“See you later, darling,” he calls out, voice already distant. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

And then the door closes and you’re left alone, your muscles sore and your core aching, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

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