Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland ; Bras

'Tom?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows. In your arms two big bags from the grocery shopping, you just did.

You walk into your kitchen and put them on the counter before walking into the living room, just to find it empty.

You call Tom again but get no response.

You decide to check for him in your shared bedroom and walk up the stairs, not making a sound in case he is sleeping. You carefully open the door and stop in your tracks, a muffled laugh escaping your lips.

'What are you doing?" You rest your hands on your hips and watch your boyfriend turn around, in nothing more than a pair of boxers and one of your bras.

'Y/N you're home?" Tom says, eyes wide in shock while he fumbles with the end of your bra to get it off.

You step into the room and observe him. His cheeks have a rosy kind of red and his eyes never leave yours, his chest rising and lowering fast.

'Yes, I told you I'd just get some stuff from the store. What are you doing anyway?" Your laugh turns into a big grin and Tom shrugs his shoulders, one of the bra straps sliding off and stopping above his biceps.

'I, uhm-" he stretches the back of his neck and you try to hide your smile, loving the picture in front of you.

'You once told me that some bras are pretty uncomfortable and I wanted to see if it's true. I know it sounds stupid but I couldn't stop thinking about it." He finally manages to open the bra and strips it off, kicking it into a corner of the room.

'You remember that?" You sit down on your bed and hand Tom his shirt, which he takes gratefully. He lays it on the wardrobe next to him and turns back to you.

'Yeah, why shouldn't I?" His thick accent makes the whole situation just cuter and you sigh with adoration.

'I told you that months ago, when I was drunk. In the middle of the night. And you're really remembering that." You laugh while shaking your head, flashbacks from the night playing in your mind.

'I remember almost everything you tell me." Tom holds his hands up in Defense and you tilt your head, eyes focusing on something behind him.

'Did you try all of my bras on?" You ask confused, a small mountain of bras laying on the ground behind Tom.

'Maybe " Tom lets out a shaky laugh and blushes even more, feeling caught.

'Which one do you like the most?" You ask suspiciously while laying on your back, staring at the ceiling.

'I don't know, they all feel the same to me." Tom admits, his shy smile slowly turning into a grin as he realizes that you don't judge him.

'I like the black one the most." You point to a black lace bra and Tom smirks, picking it up.

'Yeah, I like that one too." He winks and you carefully throw a pillow at him, hitting his head.

'Hey! I think it looks really nice on you." He weighs the bra in his hands and you ignore his comment, just watching your boyfriend as he continues to play with the fabric.

'Can you put it on?" You ask without thinking.

Tom gives you a weird look but doesn't hesitate to wrap it around his torso, closing it in front before turning it to the back and wrapping his arms through the straps.

You laugh and throw your head back, eyes closed from laughing so much.

The cups stick out from his chest and cover his muscles while the straps are too small and dig into his skin.

'Do I look good?" Tom asks while wiggling his eyebrows. He slowly approaches you and let himself sink on top of you, your head trapped between his elbows.

'You look fantastic." You joke back, nails ghosting over his skin.

'Oh you think so?" His thumb draws small circles on your cheek and you lean into his touch, hands roaming over his torso.

'Yep, but I think you look even better without one." You try to unclip the bra from his back and fumble with the clasp, failing miserably.

Tom hides his face in the back of your neck and you giggle as he leaves wet kisses all along your skin.

'I can't get it off." You moan frustrated before pulling on it, just to let it smack back against his skin.

'Don't smack me, I'm sensitive." Tom says laughing as he removes his arms and his full weight lays on top of you, a gasp leaving your body.

He wiggles himself out of the bra before laying half of his body weight on his arms again.

'So where were we?" He whispers smirking,