Tom Holland ❖ imagines

song goes off | nsfw

mature content ahead read at your own risk

third person
warnings: language, smut, you know the drill
word count: 2,570
11:03 pm | you never forgot how he felt

song goes off by trey songz

know you imagined to
you and me gettin' back to

His suit was Italian. Cashmere and silk, spun to perfection. You guessed it was custom; he always looked the best because he wore the best.

you and me been past due

His eyes were on you before you knew it. Something bitter went through you. He could see it in your eyes, he could see how angry you still were. But he didn't care. All he cared about was that dress on you, and how it looked. Long and elegant, sophisticated and sparkling in the light. He did not miss the long slit along its edge. It showed off the soft skin of your leg, the skin he had missed for so long. He licked his lips at the sight.

i just can't let you walk off
still got some pieces to my heart

Your second vodka tonic. You hated hard liquor except tonight. Tonight you befriended him. He felt good going down your throat, he felt good spinning your head in circles. You thought you were alone, but he was beside you now. From this proximity, you can see the Italian textile was dark maroon. He looked good in it. He looked good in everything. He looked good on you.

so good to see you here

He ordered you a third drink. You didn't even notice your glass was empty. His hand was on the small of your back suddenly. He knew the back of your dress was open; he noticed it as soon as you turned your back to him in spite. His fingers were running along the spine of your bare back, light and feathery like his kisses used to be.

"Darling, how are you?"

His voice was like honey. His accent was thick. He was making you weak, and you were supposed to be angry. You knew that if the bar counter wasn't in front of you, you might've doubled over on your shaking knees.

"What the hell is it to you?"

You tried to sound angry. You knew if you met his gaze, you might lose the battle that was happening in your body already. His palm laid flat against your back now. You wanted to pull away, but you couldn't. A fire was lit inside you now, a flame that nobody could light except for him.

"You look absolutely divine in that. Is that the one I bought for you?"

You scoffed, finally finding the courage to push his arm off of you. When you finally looked at him, he had a smug smile on his face. You wanted to slap it off of him, but it looked so good on him. His eyes were darker than usual, and you swore they grew darker when your eyes met his. He was such a conceited man.

"I don't know what you're talking about, why are you even here?" You lied through your teeth. You were wearing a lovely red color on your lips. He raised his eyebrows at you, leaning one elbow on the counter. A third vodka tonic was passed in front of you, and you took a long, hard sip. You knew he was going to be here. You wore the dress he bought for you because you knew it would drive him crazy.

we both know it's been too long

His hands were on your back again. You couldn't push him away. You wanted to, so badly, but you couldn't.