Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland; SMUT!! READ WITH CAUTION

I GOT THIS OFF TUMBLR CAUSE ALL Y'ALL WERE THIRSTY AF ;P

If you were in a movie, the Mission Impossible theme song would probably be playing right now. As stealthily as you could, you crept closer to your target, teeth digging into your bottom lip anxiously. Just as you were about to pass by a window in the trailer, you paused to peek out and make sure no one was nearby to possibly catch you in the act.

Once you saw no one, you pounced, snatching your target up. You grinned proudly at the blue article of clothing and practically tore off your shirt to put it on. You sighed dreamily, ignoring the smell of sweat in the collar, and focused on the scent of Tom's cologne.

"Why does he always smell good?" You wondered out loud, "Did he make a deal with the Devil?" 

"Something like that," a voice quipped from behind you.

You let out a surprised screech and whirled around, wide-eyed at being caught. Tom arched an amused brow, taking in the frantic sight of you. You were wearing a familiar blue sweat-shirt that stopped at your thighs and sleeves that went past your hands. It was comically large on you, but you're a petite, little lady. He was a lanky and toned lad. Most of his own jumpers and shirts were large on you anyway, so he's not really surprised it's big on you. In fact, he finds it endearing.

Plus, it was cute how you tried to take his jumper. You did enjoy taking things of his without his knowledge. 

"Isn't that the Midtown jumper they had me wear for a scene?" Tom inquired, giving the article of clothing a pointed look.

'Uh, no?" 

 Tom chuckled. "Really?"

You nodded wordlessly, suddenly feeling an impending sense of danger. He seemed to approach you like a predator would approach its prey, and you leaned away instinctively as he towered over you. Tom enjoyed taking advantage of your height difference. He could easily throw you over his shoulder or knees. You fit against him like a missing piece to his puzzle. You were just right, even if you did get irritated about your height sometimes.

You look rather cute in this, you know." He commented, pushing your hair back so he could fiddle with the collar. 

 "Do I?" You asked, flapping the sleeves in his face playfully. 

He laughed, fingers encircling your wrists to stop you, and he nodded his head. Tom's eyes gleamed mischievously. 

Positively adorable." He said, then swooped down to press his lips against yours. 

You returned the kiss eagerly, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. His hands rested on your hips and squeezed before they slipped downwards. You squealed when he pushed down your shorts. Tom chuckled, breaking the kiss to press kisses along the curve of your jaw.

Tom! What are you doing?" You asked, flustered as his hands cupped your ass. 

"You tried to steal my jumper, babe." He replied simply, smirking. "I think I should teach you a lesson, don't you agree?"

No matter how many times you two had sex, you always got embarrassed and turned a vibrant red. He adored that about you, because he did, too. Ears red, he eyed your red face, pleased, before delving into the creamy flesh that is your neck. You whimpered as his teeth grazed your jugular, fingers slipping into his hair and tugging. He groaned against your neck, the sensation causing you to arch into him. Feeling impatient, Tom lifted you into his arms and walked forward until his shin bumped against the couch. Then, he unceremoniously dropped you.

You yelped, flailing slightly in your surprise. Tom smiled but didn't comment; instead, he removed your shorts and panties, parting your legs so he could get between them. Pecking your lips shortly, he pulled back to remove his shirt, revealing the muscles beneath. You nearly rolled your eyes; you hate how fit he is. He reconnected your lips as he pushed the jumper up to your breasts, which he groped under the fabric. You gasped at the roughness of his palms against your nipples, and you squirmed, feeling your breathing become labored. He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your chin.