Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

18: Birthday Girl (5)

The door was hard to unlock when our lips wouldn't leave each other alone.

The door was hard to shut when his hands wandered down my back.

The door was hard to lock when he kissed below my ear, again.

But I managed.

And he fell onto his back on the couch, pulling me onto him, kissing harder. Fabric on fabric, and I had too many goosebumps.

He was gripping to me as though his life depended on it. He kept moving me around, flipping my hair out of his way, and wouldn't stop kissing me. He behaved as if stopping meant dying.

"You're so cute," I laughed a bit, while he nipped my collar bone.

Got one birthday wish: being nipped by those pearly whites.

His arms held me tightly to him. "You're cute too."

He didn't say much else as he flipped us, a little too aggressively as we ended up on the floor.

I landed on my back, and he caught himself over me. Curls fell over his forehead, making him look innocent. Even though I knew he sure as hell wasn't. Placing my hands on his chest, I whispered, "kiss me."

He didn't need telling twice, and he leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine with zero hesitation. His mouth was warm, lips red and swollen from previous abuse. 

Got another birthday wish: being kissed by Tom Holland.

He kept pressure to my lips, hands moving slowly to the lace poking through my neckline.

He tugged on it a tiny bit as he softly nipped my bottom lip.

I was panting now, through my nose mostly, our breaths mixing hot between us.

And my chest burned at the feeling of his fingernails brushing the soft skin as he tugged on the lace.

"I'm going to ruin your dress," he laughed into my mouth.

I smiled, and knocked teeth with him unintentionally. "I don't care."

He pulled back, staring at me intensely again. "I think I'm in love, Y/N."

I gripped his tie. "With who?"

"You," he muttered, sliding one strap off my shoulder. 

"You'd better be, cause I'm in love with you." I tugged on his tie till it came loose, and placed it around my own neck, both dress straps hanging loose on my shoulders.

He turned a deep shade of red. "Let's leave that on."

I nodded. "I agree."

He had to move it a bit, however, so he could nip at my collar bone again. 

I think he liked doing that, which is fine with me, cause I liked it when he did.

His curls served as a perfect place for me to put my wandering fingers, and it made him whimper against my skin.

I liked that feeling, a small amount of vibrations on my throat. "God you're so cute."

It came out all breathy.

He bit down harder. I wrapped my legs around his hips.

"What if we went to your room?" I asked in the same pant.

He didn't stop kissing my throat as he loosened my legs from his hips, and trapped them underneath him. 

Tom's mouth kept abusing whatever sweet spots he could find, and I soon forgot what I'd asked him.

Until he sat up, leaning on his heels so I could slide my legs out from beneath him. He licked his lips again. "If you beat me there, I'll give you your 'birthday present' twice. If I beat you, I give it to you three times."

I didn't have to ask what it was before I took off running.

He beat me there.

And it's safe to say...I'm glad it was three times.

Okay, so maybe I let him beat me. But it was oh-so-worth it.

(The next morning, or afternoon, Z wanted to know why I couldn't walk on my own.

Neither me nor Tom gave her a serious answer while he kept me supported on his hip.

My legs were way too sore from previous not-so-innocent activities.

(Serious games of leg wrestling. Squats. He chased me through the park. We jumped on trampolines till it was midnight. Etc etc etc.)

Best. Birthday. Ever.)