Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Pool Day In Japan

honestly i couldn't fucking help myself and i caved, writing this shitty ass imagine or whatever alright? and yes i am tom holland trash and he owns me blah blah so idk enjoy

"What do you mean you don't want to go?" You shrugged, going back to sorting out your outfit for tomorrow's tourist day. "Love, we're in Japan! Come hang out with us!" You pulled your wrist out of his hold and walked farther away from him, heading toward the other side of the bed. Tom's confused expression turned into him nodding. "You're still mad at me, I guess?" You shrugged again, loving the irritation growing in his voice from your lack of interest in what he was saying. Tom groaned, letting his head fall back and his fingers push his hair back. "Fine," he mumbled, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and pulling a plain white shirt on, "you can stay here and, when you're done pouting, you can meet us by the pool." You ignored his last attempt at getting you to talk to him, frowning at the sound of the door closing.

Tom and you had arrived to Japan already in bad moods toward each other. Due to Tom's lack of sleep, he was increasingly more irritated than he usually was. You tried your hardest not to blame him - you knew how hectic his schedule was. Whenever he'd snap at you, you'd give him his space or he'd immediately apologize. This time, however, Tom had snapped at you in front of Harry, Harrison and Jon. You had been begging him to take you to this Japanese store you had read about online - teas, herbs, candles. Tom had finally - you assumed - had enough of your constant asking and 'whining' and finally answered your request with a 'jesus, babe! If we have the time, we'll fucking go, alright? Can you let it go now?' and after seeing the lack of remorse on his face and having to see the sympathetic glances the other boys gave you, you decided to remain quiet and keep to yourself. Tom hadn't noticed until a few hours after you had landed - after the interview, really. He tried to apologize after, but your pride kept you quiet as you obliged to his request of 'letting it go'.

You had finished picking out your wardrobe for tomorrow sight-seeing day with Harry and decided to scroll through your phone. You had placed your phone on silent and hadn't heard the notification that Tom had sent you. You opened the text, seeing he had sent you a picture.

miiiiiissssss yooooouuu

You rolled your eyes at the caption, but couldn't stop yourself from admiring the way your boyfriend looked in the picture. Your eyes trailed over every drop of water that looked strategically placed all over his chest, his skin tone looking a little darker from actually basking in the sun during the summer. Your eyes then traveled to his face: his jawline sharpened as he clenched it, the creases by his mouth, his eyes almost looking as if he were challenging you - teasing you. Your eyes traveled up just a little further, taking in the way his hair looked wet. It was quite possibly your favorite thing about him - if you could pick just one, his hair wet after a shower or drenched in sweat after the gym made you want to run your fingers through it, combing them through it and hearing his guttural groans from the satisfaction it gave him.

You sighed, realizing you both were wasting your time together not speaking. Summer was almost over and you'd have to go back home, leaving him for a few months while he was shooting. You pulled out the swimsuit you packed and headed to the bathroom to change. Once you were dressed, you picked up a towel and slipped on your sandals, heading toward the elevator to take you to the lobby, where the pool was. You noticed the immense lack of people. Besides Tom, Harrison and Harry, there were only three other people inside - the other three people heading out toward the spa and away from the pool.

"Look who decided to join us!" You held your hands up in mock celebration and set your towel down on one of the lounge chairs. You felt arms wrap around you from behind and you relaxed under the cold touch, despite the inside of you feeling on fire from the contact. Tom's lips met your shoulder, placing light kisses from the back of your shoulder to your neck.

"I'm sorry," he turned you around, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. "I was dick, I shouldn't have snapped at you." You shook your head, letting your hand come up to push his wet hair back.

"It's okay, Tom," you whispered, reaching to kiss him. "I knew you were tired - you didn't mean it. I'm not saying it's an excuse, but I get why it happened." You shrugged, your hands softly landing on his chest, feeling the cool water against them. "You look really good right now," you whispered, not wanting his younger brother and best friend to hear you - even if they weren't paying any attention to you. "Too good for me not to want you to take me," you leaned into his ear, "right. here." You felt his muscles tense under your touch as his grip around your waist tightened.

"You can't say shit like that to me, and then not expect me to act on it." His tone sounded warning, his head leaning to the right to kiss your jaw.

"That was the idea." You shrugged, letting your hands slip lower, resting on the top of his trunks. His hands gripped yours, stopping you from going any further. "I think I have to go to the bathroom," you announced loudly, winking at Tom, a silent invitation to join you. Harrison and Harry mumbled a quiet 'whatever' with a shrug before going back to figure out who could hold their breath underwater longer. "Maybe, in a few minutes, you'll have to go, too?" You asked, quieter than your earlier announcement. You were already walking backwards, smiling as Tom's lips lifted into a smirk.

"You bet your ass I will."