Tom Holland Imagines

Ground Rules - 2 [Tom Holland]

Tom smelled great, you know? Like you were sure it was a mix of cologne, laundry detergent, and probably sweat but it was amazing nonetheless.

Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, as you stood in a tight embrace. His arms were coiled around your shoulders with his cheek pressed tightly against your head. His body was solid and firm against yours, crumpling into him.

Fuck.

Your lips quivered against the cool skin of his neck, and you shut your eyes tightly. You let his warmth transfer into your body as you press together, and he even began to rock back and forth a little, making you sway.

You let out a choked laugh, strangling your tears back from erupting.

"I... I don't know what's up with me," you mumble, as your hands climb up his back, clutching the thin fabric of his shirt, pressing your hands against him. You were almost clawing to get as much contact with him as possible, you felt desperate to fill the whole in your heart that you didn't want to acknowledge.

There was a beat of silence, and the boy whispers back the thing you didn't want to hear most,

"I'm sure you know exactly what's up."

You let out a low laugh, knocking your head lightly against his collarbone as you blink tightly,

"I told you," his throat vibrates against the tip of your nose, as he nearly growls, "I'm no good when I want the same things as my mate."
I don't remember you saying that,you muse, not explicitly.

The sting of Haz's presumed girlfriend's appearance rang out dully in your heart. A fresh wound you knew you had, and didn't want to acknowledge. Maybe Tom could help you mend it, maybe that's what you needed. Something new, someone new.

"You can use me, darling."

You purse your lips, pulling back from him lightly. His arms slide down from your shoulders to hold the small of your back, forcing you to arch as you lean back to face him. He had a devilish smile on his face, clinging closer to you than ever before, it's truly only been a few hours with this man.

"Well, if you want me," you whisper, trying to match his playful sensuality, "there are a few ground rules." You voice was still nasally, your nose still stuffy from the tear spilt.

Tom let out throaty laugh, leaning in closer to you, his lips coming dangerously close. You dodge his advance with a dull stare. He continues to laugh, throwing his head back at your reaction. He could see you second-guess yourself as he comes back down to earth,

"Alright, alright," he brings back his cool voice, coated with his lovely accent, "Lay it on me."

You pout, your bottom lip puffing out as you speak slowly, "One, we gotta do it equally. Like reciprocate. I hug, you hug." You gesture to yourselves right now, rubbing your thumb on his back. You shift in your position a little as you say the next one,

"Two, you have to tell me if you get aroused."

"What—why?" Tom cut in, his head bobbing back and eyebrows hardened.

"So I can stop what I'm doing," you say calmly, "It's no the point of what we're doing," you explain. "This is platonic, completely. It's just nice to touch someone... you know. Without all the other stuff."

"Other stuff," he's smiling as he haughtily repeats what you said. He obviously couldn't believe what you were saying, and you didn't think he fully understood what you were asking for.

"It's just nice to be comfortable with someone, Tom, without the sex," you mumble, getting defensive, "It's not all someone wants." The last part came out quietly, you had a past.
Sex wasn't it for you. Maybe you've done it wrong, or it was the wrong place, time or someone, but that wasn't what you were looking for right now.