Tom Holland Imagines

Rehearsal Jitters | Tom Holland

Imagine #5

I know Spider-Man already came out, but just pretend for this imagine that it pretty much when back in time to when they first starting shooting the movie.

Word Count: 1163

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Today was the day that I've been waiting for ages to arrive. Today was the day I got to watch my boyfriend of two years shoot some scenes for his upcoming movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming.

We were currently in Tom's trailer, and he was pacing back and forth in front of me. His skin tight Spider-Man suit fit well with his body, causing his muscles to pop out even more.

"Y/N, are you sure want to come and watch me? I-I mean, you can just stay in here and wait for me." He says, his hand combing through his own hair.

I cross my arms over my chest, furrowing my eyebrows together. "I don't want to stay in here, Tom. Besides you have been promising me since day one of the first shooting that you would bring me along at least once."

"Oh alright," He huffs and he begins fiddling with his right thumb, something he normally does whenever he's nervous.

"Babe?" I call which causes him to turn his attention towards me. "Are you nervous that I'm here to watch you?"

His eyes widen, "What? No, never!"

"Tom, don't lie to me. I know you only do that with your thumb whenever you're nervous. Now, tell me the truth because if you are then I'll leave so you can focus." I stand up from my spot on the couch.

"Fine, I am! I don't know, I just feel like since this your first time watching me, you might think I'm a terrible actor. Half of the time I can't even do my American accent for a minute before I go back into my English accent. I just don't-"

I press my lips to his, not letting him finish the rest of the sentence. I honestly hated seeing him doubt himself in front of me.

Pulling away, I place my hands on his chest, our eyes gazing into one an other's.

"Quit doubting yourself in front of me. Tom, I've seen you rehearse at our house millions of time and goddamn- you are very talented. So, what if I thought you were terrible? I would be considered the most horrible and most selfish girlfriend, but I would never think those things because I love you and your fantastic acting skills." I inform with an assuring smile on my lips.

His arms snake around my waist, bringing me closer than ever. "You're the most precious thing that has ever happened to me. I have no idea how I deserved you though."

"I don't know how I deserved you either, but you know, maybe we were brought together for a reason." I admit, giggling a little bit.

Tom's hands travel down to my butt once our lips meet, the kiss becoming heated within seconds. He gives my bum a squeeze signaling me to jump- which I do and my legs wrap around his waist. His legs beginning to move, walking us towards the couch.

"Spidey, lets go!" A voice calls from the other side of the trailer door. Tom and I pull away from our kiss, and he sets me down in the carpeted floor.

"Be right there, Mr Stark." Tom responds, his arms still wrapped my waist. "We will finish this once we're done shooting the first scene of the day."

I let out a quiet snicker, "You have another scene right after that though."

"Yes, but we get like a fifteen break." He informs, his hand sliding down to my bum once again.

"I'm not having a quickie with you in your trailer, Tom." I laugh even harder.

He shrugs, his head dipping down to place sweet butterfly kisses down my neck. Silly me, I end up letting a moan slip from in between my lips causing a low chuckle to come from Tom as he continues.

"Spidey!" Robert calls again. "You and Y/N can do your shimmy-sham later."

"Alright, I'm coming Mr. Stark!" Tom shouts and we both head out of the trailer, our hands intertwined along the way to the set.

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I excitedly clap once Tom finished up the first scene they were shooting to start off the day. Zendaya and the others laughing at how enthusiastic I was to see Tom act for this movie for the first time. All sweaty and out of breath, Tom jogs over to me with a grin on his face.

"See I told you I'd be proud of you, didn't I?" I ask him as I engulf him in a hug, not caring that he was literally drowning in his own sweat.

"I know, I know, but I'm all sweaty. Meaning, you might to get off of me right now or else you'll have a horrible stench because of me." He teases

"What if think you being sweaty is sort of a turn on for me?" I whisper seductively in his ear, still holding him close. His breath hitches and his hand that was placed on my lower back, grasped onto me a little tighter than before.

"Oh really?" He questions.

"Really." I nod, pulling my head away from his ear to meet his gaze.

Suddenly a smirk makes its way on those soft plump lips of his as he leans down to whisper in my ear:

"We shall finish what we started earlier then..." Tom pulls away from me, his arm still wrapped around me securely though, and his attention going towards the director of the movie.

"Jon, can we get an extra ten minutes added to our break?" Tom asks, his foot tapping against the floor impatiently.

Jon spins around to face the two of us, "Only because you did very well with the first half today, then I guess so."

"Great, thank you!" Tom answers and with that we are off to his trailer in an instant. Making it there within two minutes, he locks the door behind us, not wanting anyone to "disturb" us.

Our lips come I contact without speaking, Tom picking me up with his toned muscular arms. A small smile comes upon my face as he parts from the kiss to set me down on the couch and begins to take off his suit. After struggling for what seemed like forever, he finally manages to get it off.

Hovering over me, his lips come close to my ear: "This is going to be the best quickie yet, baby."

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Woo! I am very sorry for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger without some smut, but I feel like I'm not prepared for that type of stuff yet. Once I feel comfortable with writing smut then I will start it for you lovelies!

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