The MR. SERIES (OPEN FOR REQUESTS)

Mr. Holland

So this is the Mr. Series, several chaptered fanfics about different people, these week's is Tom Holland. Kijakijakijakija requested, next is Shawn Mendes, so don't worry, if you have any requests let me know!

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"You're pretty you know what," he said, twirling your hair around his fingers. You looked him in his eyes, smiling. You couldn't help but chew on your lip. He rose his hand up to your lips, slowly tracing them.

"Don't do that," He leaned in gently kissing you. He tasted like mint. You giggled against his lips.

"What's so funny," The vibration of the words sent chills through your body.

"You ate a mint before you came, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?" You had shifted slightly away enough that you could see his face. Your foreheads still pressed together. You couldn't help but look away, there was something about him, it made you seem small. Him the hunter you the prey, and he looked hungry. With no more need for words, he slowly pushed you down onto the bed. And he took care of the rest. He touched you with care but left firm and passionate kisses leaving a trail down your neck. All you could do was lay back, closing your eyes. He loved you.

You woke up before he did. You traced his face with your eyes. Every detail, he was perfect. He was peaceful, gentle, nothing like what he did to you last night. Not that you did not enjoy it.

Without opening his eyes he answered.

"Looking at my face again."

"You know it."

His eyes were beautiful, not gray, not blue, not green. A simple brown. But there was something, something that made you want to... it was indescribable, the way you felt. He winked.

"I know I'm hot." He may look young and innocent but it all fell into crumbles when he was alone, with you.

"Oh Y/N, Y/N... my sweet Y/N." You rolled your eyes. He went to kiss you, you pushed his head gently away.

"You know what's going to happen."

"What?" He said all innocent. You slid off his bed. Your crossed your arms, examining how he was perched upon his hand, his posture, and a slight peek of his lean abs.

"Gosh" You bit your lip, a new habit, ever since you met Tom. He made you feel self-conscious, all those times you called yourself an independent woman, melted, like your heart. You turned, You were already late for work.

You could hear the bed shift as he rolled over and got up. With your back still turned, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head buried into your hair. Your name was called, muffled. You gently lifted his hands. You turned to face him, and lifted your head, a gentle peck.

"I gotta go to work."

He pouted like a puppy.

"Pwease,"

"Noooooooo...."

He gave you one last kiss and waved you off, you driving in the BMW he gave you for your birthday, in his boxers.