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12. Late Night Dreams

Late night dreams

(Tom Holland x Reader)

Warning: Smut (oral), language

Summary: Reader has wet dream and is moaning in her sleep, and she then wakes up to a really turned on Tom.

Word Count: 1882

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Tom woke up to Y/N shifting around in the bed. Her brows furrowed, her arms wrapped around Toms torso pulling him in closer. A small whimper left her lips. Thinking Y/N was having a nightmare, Tom instincts came in and he's ready to wake her up until,

"Y-yes Tommy," Y/N moaned. Tom froze, did she just moan his name... in her sleep? Y/N started to grind her core against Toms thigh. "Pl-please, k-keep going," Y/Ns eyes still shut still fast asleep as she kept going on Tom.

She was having a wet dream. About him. Tom and Y/N have only been dating for three months now, they were taking things slow. The public still didn't know the two were dating. They still haven't had sex yet. Yes Tom has had sex before in the past, but he doesn't want to rush Y/N or this relationship. He found Y/N to be the most gorgeous and amazing girl he's ever laid eyes on. Her smile and laugh made his whole day. He did at times get carried away with there make-out sessions, and found himself touching her body for way to long at times. But this-this pushed him to the edge.

Toms pants were growing tight around his cock. He started palming himself to relieve the pressure. But it was just hardening the more she grinded. Her body grinding against his, the moans escaping her sleeping form. Soon he hears the most beautiful noise he's ever heard.

"Tomm!!" Y/N moaned really loud, soon waking up, small pants leaving her lips. She remembered her dream clearly. Her cheeks flush and her chest rising and falling. She picked her head looking up from Toms clothed chest to see if she had woken him up. Tom looked down at her an unintentional smirk creeping on his face.

"How's your dream?" Tom asked, the smirk glued on him.

"Uh- it-it was good," she finally let's out, hesitant to ask if Tom heard her.

"You don't want me to...keep going?" Y/Ns head shot up, her face quickly turning to a brighter shade of pink.

"You-you heard." Y/N just wanted to hide under the blanket and never come out. Yes she found Tom attractive, very attractive. But she didn't think Tom would want to have sex with her, every-time things were leading in that direction he'd make an excuse to stop. Like last night, you guys were watching Game Night, but soon got bored which lead to kissing. That lead to more deep passionate kissing, which lead to Tom grinding his body discreetly against your core. But less than a minute passed and he pulls away, saying how they should get to bed because it was getting late. Was there something wrong with you? Did Tom not find you attractive?

"It was kinda hard not to hear Y/N." You buried your face against Toms chest, truly embarrassed. Tom is quick to sense your nerves and lifts your chin up so you could see his face. "And might I add, it was super. fucking. hot." He said the last three words quietly, filled with pure and utter lust.

Tom makes his way on top of you, his body in between your legs, and his arms on either side of your head. He leans down to connect your lips. Tom nibbles your bottom lip, you open your mouth letting his tongue slip in your mouth. Your tongues danced around, it soon got sloppy as you fought for dominance. Toms lips moved downed to your jawline, and down to your neck. He left kisses and hickies all over your neck, you let out slight moans, your core getting wetter by the second.

Toms hands came to the hem of your shirt, his hands started pulling your shirt up. His fingers grazing your skin, lightly. You lift your hands up to help Tom fully take it off. Tom throws your shirt on the floor coming back to attach your lips with his again. He soon pulls away and admires your now fully naked chest. Your cheeks started to heat up under Toms gaze. He watched as your chest rose and fell, taking in how hard your nipples already were and how beautifully shaped they were. "So fucking beautiful," his breathe was hot when it came out. Toms pink lips attached to your collarbone, going lower until he took in your right nipple. His tongue ran circles around your nipple, his right hand came up to hold your other breast in his hand. Your hand came up to Toms curls, pulling him closer against your chest as you let out a quiet moan. Tom then moved to your left breast repeating the same action.