THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Can I Touch Your Left Boob? A Tom Holland Drabble

Written by: @/ oh-my-holland

Word Count: 710

Pairing: TomHollandxReader

Summary: You work on set of Infinity War as a makeup artist. You’re doing Tom’s makeup when, suddenly, your left boob comes out of your shirt. Later that day, in your trailer, Tom shows up.

Warnings: Embarrassing nip slips, bra failure, cussing, nsfw??

“Can you tell me any spoilers for Infinity War?” You asked Tom, bending down for a better angle. Bruises were easy to create, and, to be honest, most of the time you half ass ‘em. However, doing Tom’s makeup was a different story entirely.

He clicked his tongue, pretending to think about it. “Only if you follow me back on Insta. I know you’ve seen me request Y/N. You approved it, after all.” He grinned, which, unfortunately, moved his cheeks-and messed up your artwork. Blue eyeshadow was smeared across his right cheek and sideburn.

“Shit! Tom! I told you not to show any emotion when I do your makeup!” You growled, spinning around to the makeup counter. Tom was cheekily smiling in the mirror. He thought your frustration was funny. Ha. That’s why he always pranks me. The British boy enjoys my emotional suffering….

“Sorry, love. You’re just too charming to resist,” Tom teased, his puppy dog brown eyes were full of pride and confidence. He’s flirting with me! You thought, ashamed of how loud you thought-person squealed at the thought of Tom flirting with you was. Fuck. I truly am pathetic, aren’t I? 

“Oh shut up, Tom. I’m not all that-” Gasp. Tom’s eyes widened and his mouth fell to the classroom carpet that protected the flooring underneath. Cold air hit a certain portion of the left side of your body. Heat hit your faces like a semi truck.

The left boob. The left boob has escaped the bra.

Every fiber of your being was telling you to leave. To run far away. Some place like… Like Korea! North Korea. You highly doubt Tom would be able to infiltrate North Korea without getting killed on sight.

“Your uh… Your… You’re uncovered there, Y/N…” Tom’s eyes shifted the floor. His cheeks looked he was slapped repeatedly. Everything about his body language made you cringe. Only seven or so seconds had passed, but it felt like seven or so years has passed.

Silently, you put that boob back into that failure of a bra that claimed itself to be an actual bra. Puh-lease. Victoria Secret, go fuck yourself. You cursed the company. VS should actually pay you one grand for ten years. That’s how embarrassed you were.

Bracing yourself, you finally mustered up the courage to speak again. “Oh! OK… I uh-I think Yasmine’s gonna be here in, like, five minutes. I gotta do something anyway… She should probably continue on with your makeup…”

“Wait! No! Y/N!” but you were gone before Tom could say what he really wanted to say.

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All day you hid in your trailer. Figuring it was far enough from Tom that you shouldn’t have to see him again until Tuesday. Once the spare makeup girl, Everly, heard about the left boob nip slip, she covered for you. What a good person… She must be a serial killer. Were your thoughts once she agreed to help.

A knock sounded on your door, followed by a sheepish, “Y/N! You there? May I come inside?” and a couple grunts.

You didn’t question the grunts. Just let Tom inside your messy, messy trailer. Last night’s pasta was still on the table, after all. Maybe you should clean up more…

“Listen Tom,” you begun, wrapping your arms around the pillow next to you. “I know what happened was really awkward, but I hope we can put the incident behind-”

“Can I touch your left boob?”  

No way you heard Tom right. No possible way Tom Holland just asked to touch your left boob…? Did he? Were you just insane?

“Come again?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and gripping the pillow harder. You were uneasy about Tom’s answer. What if he was just asking for an apology or something-but your dark, twisted mind just wanted Tom’s hand to grope your left tit?

After a couple seconds, Tom repeated himself. This time with a lot less confidence. “I said, can I touch your left boob?”