•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Streets ~ T.H

*Based on the song Streets by Doja Cat*

Like you, like you, Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you, like you, Send your location, come through, I can't sleep no more

When his hands were on you, you felt like you were in ecstasy. Everything he did to you was perfect. It wasn't just the sex, it was him. He was different from the rest in every way and that was what you loved about him.

In my head, we belong. And I can't be without you. Why can't I find no one like you? I can't sleep no more

"How was that?" He asks as he removes himself from on top of you to lay beside you instead, taking a few minutes to catch his breath.

"As if you ever need to ask." You tell him as you roll on top of him and began to kiss his soft lips. You could not get enough of this man. It was almost as if you were obsessed.

He groans under you as he adds passion into the kiss. It pained you that you couldn't get his love whenever you wanted. You pull your head away from him.

"What's wrong darling?" He asks, his eyes meeting yours. You huff and sit back on his lap.

"I'm just tired of getting hotel rooms whenever I want to be with you and having to use different names to even get the room in the first place." He huff's as well and cups your face in between his large hands.

In my head, we belong. And I can't be without you. Why can't I find no one like you? Baby, we tried to fight it. We all been there some days. Thought I need something else.

"Our families don't mix and you know that. If they found out we were together, we'd be dead."

"I wouldn't, that's why I don't care. I promise nothing will happen to you either." You state.

"(Y/N), your father is literally like the head of a mafia gang. He will kill me if he found out."

And acted like I was okay. We just had to work it out. And baby, I needed space
Ain't nobody 'round here wrong

"He's not the head..." You sigh as you roll off of him. "He's more like second in command." You kind of joke.

"He still has enough bullets to end me." Tom states and you hated to admit he was right. You couldn't help it though.

You wanted people to know you were his and he was yours. No matter the circumstances. After a year of being in this relationship, it was definitely past that time.

You love all yours so far away. You're pouring your heart out. I'm acting like I knew. You held me so down

"Now you're just being dramatic." You say as you get off of him. It was time for the two of you to go your separate ways, again. If your father found out you were gone for this long, he would grow suspicious.

"No, you're just being under dramatic. I guess you don't know the influence of your father."

"He treats me like a princess, of course, I don't know his influence." You chuckle.

So down I never grew, oh. I tried to find out. When none of them came through. And now I'm stuck in the middle. And baby had to pull me out, oh

"I still can't believe Stanson invited all the descendants to his party." You mumbled while slipping on your bra and panties.

"Yeah well, he knows that the hostility isn't with us but our parents. There is no reason we can't associate with him." He says as he puts on his pants. The two of you finished getting dressed in the room and you sat on the bed waiting for Tom to leave.