Tom Holland Imagines

Old.. "Friend" // Tom Holland

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Tom 😜
Hey.. wanna come over?

Y/n 👅💦
Seriously? It's a school night.

Tom 😜
I miss you :(

Y/n 👅💦
Uhuh is it me you miss or something else?

Tom 😜
Why don't you come over and let me show you? Ahem I mean tell ;)

Y/n 👅💦
Pick me up?

Tom 😜
Already outside ;)

Y/n  👅💦
On my way.

Thomas Stanley Holland the guy I have benefits with. The guy I always go to when I need to let out some stress, and I'm the girl he comes too when he needs a good fuck. Whenever I'm always with him, I either have his lips on mine or his dick in my mouth and honestly, that's actually what is happening right now.

"Y/n!" Tom hissed, gripping my hair as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

I flicked my tongue around his head and pulled away, rubbing him while I took deep breaths to catch some air. Sometimes he likes it rough. Tom pulled me onto his lap and started to peel off every clothing I had on; my shirt, my bra, my shorts, my lacy yet velvet underwear, everything.

Tom kissed me down from my lips, to my neck, to my nipples. I moaned at the way he pinched and sucked my nips, I gripped his hair and leaned my head back, rubbing my heat against his. I could just imagine how much his car was shaking right now.

"Jesus Christ you're so hot," He mumbled against my skin. I pulled his face up to mine and pressed my lips against his, feeling how needy he was. He needed me and I needed him.

"Fuck me Tom," I whispered against his lips, "fuck me real good and real hard."

Tom lined himself in-front of my entrance and I slowly lowered myself, humming at pleasure I got from him filling me up. I rocked my hips against him slowly and he leaned his head on the crook of my neck, gripping my back and moaning at the feeling. I moaned and started to bounce on him, wanting to feel nothing but pleasure.

After 10 minutes of fucking in the backseat of his car, we finally stopped and I pulled away from him, sitting down next to him to grab my stuff.

"I hope that was a good fuck Holland because it's the last you're getting from me."

Tom looked at me while I dressed myself and as he tried to get his breathing under control.

"What?"

I looked at him, "we're done, I'm done I can't keep doing this."

"Why not?" He asked, starting to dress himself.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and moved my way into the front passenger seat, feeling the cold air. It was really hot in the back.

"I want something real Tom and I'm not gonna get it from you... I'm also moving away to L.A my parents want a fresh start."

Tom moved his way back to the driver seat and looked at me for second before pursing his lips and giving me nod, "ok then.. I guess this was our goodbye."

I looked at him, "I guess so."

Tom dropped me off at my house and from that day I haven't seen him since. Years have gone by and I'm now 20 years old with movies out and awards lined up on shelf back home. Today I was invited to the Spider-Man Homecoming Premiere and I'm pretty excited for it. When I saw that Tom was the new Spider-Man I couldn't help but feel impressed, I wasn't shocked because that kid literally loved Spider-Man, but I was still impressed.

Right now I was getting glammed up to go and have some fun.

"Oh gosh this red dress is gorgeous!" I told my stylist.

He grinned and held it up for me even more, "yup! And it's totally you're style."

I looked at him and smirked, "You're absolutely right."

I finished getting my hair and make up done and when I put on the red dress, I felt like a billion bucks.

"Oh wow look you! Look at you're boobs!" My stylist gasped, telling me to do a twirl. I did as I was told and did a little pose, looking myself in the mirror again.

Somehow or some way I don't care. I am getting laid tonight.

"Jesus if I wasn't gay I'd be humping you right now." My stylist George said.

I laughed and took out my phone, pulling him close, "let's take a pic before I leave."

I took a few pictures and after I was done I made my way into the limo and got in, making my way to the premiere. Once I got there everyone started yelling and many interviewers/photographers came towards me, yelling my name.

• Tom's POV •

"So Tom what do you think of Y/n tonight? Don't you think she looks stunning right now."

I furrowed my eyebrows at the question the interviewer asked and looked behind me to see Y/n wearing a fiery red dress that exposed her chest and stomach. All the memories of her underneath me in my bed came back flooding into my mind. All the memories of her moaning, whispering, and yelling my name came into my ears. Everything just came back.

My mouth dropped open and I could feel myself getting a little bit to excited. This girl has gotten a lot hotter then the last time I remember. I looked back at interviewer and cleared my throat.

"Uh yeah she looks amazing, I actually knew her in high school and she looked incredible back then so yeah she looks amazing tonight."

Y/n walked past by me and I looked at her as she looked at me over her shoulder. She gave me a little smirk and a little wink, swaying her hips as she walked away.

I tapped that.

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You're red dress:

This imagine was inspired by an edit I saw on Instagram so credits go to them (: