Requested by quacksontsh: Y/N has a knife kink, so Tom uses a knife during sex.

*Please note: as this request suggests, this smut contains the use of a knife and therefore is very dangerous. I am going to say DO NOT try this at home lol, but I'm also aware of the fact that I have no authority on what anyone else chooses to do with their partner. That being said, if you do engage in this kind of stuff, please be safe and make sure that you do it with someone that you fully trust so that you don't end up getting hurt. Thank you and enjoy ;)*

"For fucks' sake." I mumbled, my eyes glued to the chains above me that were tying my wrists to the ceiling of the dark room.

"Come on, Y/N, you can do this." I muttered to myself as I jumped and tried to pull my wrists out of the handcuffs. I gritted my teeth, quiet groans coming from my lips before my feet made contact with the floor again. I sighed and bit my lip as I looked up at my sore wrists. I was Y/N Y/L/N, heir to the second biggest mob in London. On my latest night out with friends, I had stupidly agreed to go to the Hollands' main club, run by the heir to the biggest mob in London, Tom Holland. The issue with this was that our families were sworn enemies. So, whilst Tom was very much someone who I would happily fuck and be in a relationship with, we were dedicated to our missions of killing each other, so anything sexual would never happen. I had gone to Tom's club with my friends and had been stupidly arrogant enough to think that he wouldn't notice me there, or would leave me alone. I had been very wrong. Within the first sip of my drink, I could tell that Tom had gotten the bartender to roofie my drink, and the next thing I'd known, Tom had been throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me away from the bar as my eyes fluttered shut. I had woken up god knows how long later with my wrists chained to the ceiling of this dingy room. I was in trouble. I looked at the door, my jaw clenching as it opened to reveal Tom. The boy smirked at me, his lip in between my teeth as he walked in and shut the door.

"Pretty bold of you to come to my club and assume that I wouldn't notice, darling." he cooed, making my eyes flick down to his hand. I gulped harshly, my eyes wavering as I saw the knife glinting in what little light there was in the room. But I wasn't gulping because I was scared.

"I may want to kill you, but your club is the best night out in London." I teased. He smirked and bit his lip, his spare hand in his trouser pocket as he strolled towards me.

"Really? Good enough for you to have risked your life? Because now that I have you here, you're not leaving this room alive." he shook his head.

"I don't know, Tommy. I'm sure that I'll be able to convince you to let me live." I nodded, making his smirk widen as he looked at my lips.

"How are you planning to do that then, love?" he questioned as he tilted his head slightly.

"I can't tell you that, otherwise you'll know my plan." I scoffed. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Okay, sweetheart. What I think is really happening, is that you don't actually have a plan, you're just trying to buy yourself time. It's not working." he shook his head as he put the blade to my neck. I gasped slightly at the feeling, my breath hitching in my throat and my eyes fluttering slightly as the cool feeling of the metal rushed straight to my core. I was trying my hardest not to moan, but Tom's eyebrows furrowing slightly at me told me that he had noticed my reaction.

"That's not how my prisoners usually react to having a knife held to their throat. They're normally begging for their lives by now." he mumbled, making me gulp harshly and try not to react as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips.

"I'm not your usual prisoner, though, am I?" I retorted.

"No. Apparently you're not." he muttered before moving the knife across my throat. An involuntary moan slipped my lips at the feeling of the icy metal gliding across my skin, the slight sting of it moving and yet not ending my life making my heart start to thump. Tom's eyes widened slightly.

"Holy shit. You're being turned on by this, aren't you, darling?" he smirked, making me gulp and clench my jaw. Fuck, I thought to myself. I wasn't sure where this was going to go now that he knew about my knife kink, but it wasn't anywhere good. Or maybe, it would be.

"No, of course I'm not. There's absolutely nothing sexy about you or the knife." I tried to lie through my teeth, but I could tell that he wasn't buying it by the fact that his smirk widened.

"So, if I were to feel in between your legs right now, I wouldn't find you to be absolutely soaking wet?" he cooed, my breath hitching in my throat and my eyes fighting to not flutter shut as he leant in and hovered his lips over my neck. That, plus the fact that he was gently moving the knife over my jaw, not enough to cut me but enough to make my skin sting, was turning me on immensely.

"Do it. See what you find." I spat as I tried desperately to sound like I didn't want to be fucked into oblivion by my enemy. I had no doubt at this point, though, that we both knew the truth.

"May I?" he asked, making me gulp as he raised his hand. I nodded slowly, Tom's lips staying in a small smirk as he looked down at my body. His hand lowered to gently feel the hem of my bodycon dress, his fingers dipping slightly into it to brush against the top of my breast. I clenched my jaw, my heart pounding in my chest as he lowered the knife and started to cut down the middle of the dress. The fabric started to tear, the tingling sensation in between my legs becoming unbearable as he cut the fabric all the way down to reveal my naked chest and black thong before gently placing the blade against where my throat met my collarbones. At this point, I just needed him to fuck me. I choked, making Tom smirk as he gently started to glide the knife down the valley of my breasts, the sharp metal creating enough of a harsh sting to turn me on even more but not cut me or hurt me more than a faint red line. He moved his face to be hovering over my neck again, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips teased my neck by hovering over the skin whilst he continued to trail the knife down my stomach.

"Tommy, please." I breathed into his ear, the boy smirking as he placed teasingly soft kisses against my neck.

"What do you want, love?" he cooed, his kisses starting to get more open-mouthed and nippy as he moved the knife, the handle now flush against the palm of his hand so that he wouldn't accidentally cut me as his fingers dipped into my thong.

"Stop fucking teasing me, that's what I want." I spat through gritted teeth. He smirked against my neck and I could tell that the smug asshole was getting such a kick out of him being completely in control here.

"Alright, darling. If that's what you want." he mumbled before pushing his finger into me. I gasped at the feeling, my mouth hanging open and my head lulling back as he buried the digit into my pussy.

"Fuck, Tommy." I choked, my eyes squeezing shut as he started to thrust his finger in and out of me.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" he cooed, his teeth now scraping against my neck and surely leaving me hickeys to cover up in the coming week as his lips worked with his finger to start building the knot in my stomach up.

"So good, shit, please." I moaned in response. Tom smirked against my neck, his other hand taking the knife as he curled his arm around my waist to pull me further into him. My breath hitched, my mouth falling open again as I felt the touch of the blade against my spine, the icy feeling running down my back sending more pleasure to my core as Tom's lips continued to suck on my neck and his finger thrust quickly in and out of me. The knot was building rapidly in my stomach, another gasp leaving my lips as Tom added another finger into me.

"Fuck, shit." I choked, my mind now grateful for the chains holding me up since my legs were buckling so much due to the pleasure. His whole arm shook with how quickly he was fingering me, his lips harshly sucking at my neck as he ran the knife up and down my back. Every single component met in perfect harmony to make the knot unbearably tight in my stomach, my teeth harshly clamping down on my lip as I felt myself quickly spiral towards release.

"Tommy, I'm almost there, fuck-." suddenly, he removed his fingers, mouth and knife from me, making my eyes shoot open. I looked at him, making him smirk and bite his lip as he took a step back from me and dropped the knife before starting to get undressed himself.

"What the fuck?" I spat as he shrugged his suit jacket off and unbuttoned his white dress shirt before pulling it off of his shoulders. If I wasn't so angry at the fact that he'd just edged me, I would have taken a moment to admire how fucking hot and ripped he was underneath his clothes.

"You're my prisoner, darling, I'm not going to let you cum so easily." he cooed teasingly. I rolled my eyes, my jaw clenching at him as he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers before pulling them down with his boxers. My eyes flicked down to his hard dick as it slapped against his stomach and I gulped at the impressive sight of it.

"Like what you see, love?" he smirked cockily, making me roll my eyes as he walked back to me.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked as he pulled on my thighs, his hands lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"No. I'm hoping that the rumours about you being on the pill are true." he nodded.

"Well, we'd both be a bit fucked if they weren't true, wouldn't we?" I smiled sarcastically.

"It's good that they are, then, because I'm not about to get you pregnant." he teased.

"Like I'd let you." I retorted. He smirked and shook his head, making me return it as he leant in and smashed our lips together. I returned the kiss, Tom wasting no time in slipping his tongue into my mouth and dominating the kiss as we started to make out. He used the distraction of the kiss to slowly push into me, small sighs and moans leaving our lips as he quickly bottomed out.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." he breathed against my lips.

"Move, Tommy." I nodded. He returned it, moans starting to leave both of our lips as he pulled out before slamming back in again. He picked up the fast pace, one of his arms hooking around my waist to help hold me up and support me as he started to fuck me harshly. I broke the kiss and let my mouth hang open, Tom's head dropping to my neck as he pounded into me. The sounds of our skin slapping together bounced off of the walls of the small room, our moans and the smell of sex filling the space as the boy fucked me into next week. The knot was already building up inside of me again, Tom's tip hitting my g-spot with every thrust and making me feel like I was in fucking heaven.

"You feel amazing, darling." he grunted into my neck, my body jolting slightly with every thrust into me as the boy's strong arms continued to hold me up.

"So do you, don't stop, fuck." I choked. He smirked against my skin, his lips starting to leave more open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my neck. My eyes squeezed shut, my head lulling back to give him more access as his hips continued to snap violently against my ass. The knot was becoming incredibly tight in my stomach, and I could tell by the way that his thrusts were getting more erratic that Tom was also starting to desperately chase his high.

"Sweetheart, I don't know much longer I'll last, fuck." he grunted into my neck, his arm around me tightening as he desperately pounded into me.

"Me neither, Tommy, I'm so close." I moaned. He nodded into my neck, his hand gripping my thigh so tightly that it would surely bruise. I squeezed my eyes shut, loud moans and spills of Tom's name tumbling from my lips as the knot broke. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body and legs shaking against Tom as my mouth hung open. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my head lulling back and my toes curling as I tried to deal with the immense feeling.

"Fuck, love, shit." Tom moaned, his arm gripping me tightly to his chest as he came too. The warm feeling entered me, his body stilling for a moment before relaxing. We panted heavily, my head still lulled back and Tom's head still in my neck as we both came down from the highs. He gently pulled out of me, making me hiss at the new feeling of emptiness as he put me back down.

"Are you glad now that I took you?" he teased, making me smirk and nod as he gently pecked my lips before grabbing his trousers.

"You didn't have to roofie me to fuck me, you know. I would have come willingly." I nodded as he took the key for the chains out of his pocket. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah? You wanted to be fucked by me, love?" he smirked as he raised his hands and started to undo the locks of the handcuffs.

"Who wouldn't?" I flirted, making his smirk widen as he released my hands. I rubbed the skin gently, the areas slightly red as I looked at my now ripped and torn clothing on the floor.

"You ruined my clothes. I don't have anything to wear to leave now." I scoffed as I looked at him.

"That's not my problem, love." he shook his head. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"It is if you want to make me yours and therefore don't want others seeing me completely fucking naked." I stated with a nod.

"True." he smirked, making me return it and playfully roll my eyes at him as he picked up his suit jacket and handed it to me.

"Thank you, Tommy." I chuckled as I shrugged it on before heading to the door of the room.

"Hey, wait." he spoke. I turned around and raised my eyebrow at him, hinting for him to continue. He bit his lip, making me gulp slightly as he walked towards me. He gently hooked his finger underneath my chin and tilted my head up before leaning down and pressing our lips together. I returned the kiss, my hands raising to hold his shoulders as he softly kissed me. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"I'll see you around, beautiful." he mumbled, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as he studied me.

"Until next time." I teased, making him smirk and nod as I sauntered out of the room, Tom's eyes on my body as I left.