Tom Holland Imagines

Bored

"I!"

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"Am!"

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"Booooooored!!!!"
I say banging my head against the car window.
"OI, stap that. You'll give yourself brain damage, oh sorry, my bad, more brain damage," said the brunette driver.
"HUHUHU very funny Holland," I reply, imitating his deep voice, but end up sounding like a doofus.
"Why not read the books you brought along with you? You cannot tell me you finished all those."
" I finished them alllll," I say in a whiny voice, hoping he'll catch on on how squirmy I am. All I'd really like to do is stop being in the tiny enclosed space that is Thomas Stanley Holland's car.
"And don't even mention the tv shows I downloaded, finished those bad bois hours ago"
"Well in case you haven't noticed," he said in a matter-a-fact tone, "Driving for many hours isn't my idea of an ideal roadtrip Y/N."
"I TOLD YOU I WOULD DRIVE DAMNIT!" You shout at him, throwing your arms up to make your point.
"Yea, well, I dont...ike...your...riving" he said in a hushed mumble.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!? You wanna share that for the class Mr. Holland?"
"Fine, wellIdon'tlikeyourdrivingcaueyou speedtoomuchandswitchlanestoooften, and it's honestly just unacceptable!" He sped through his words so I wouldn't have a chance to interrupt. I began laughing after realizing that he would never, ever, drive if not his two hands were on the steering wheel. He's such a rule follower.
"You don't like MY driving?!? Have you ever driven with yourself? You drive 10 km BELOW the speed limit AND PLUS, you're so uptight that instead of throwing your arms up like every other normal person would do in an argument, you shrug them so high they'll pop out of the roof!" I scream.
"I-I'm not uptight! What are you talking about! I can break the rules...a bit" he said nervously.

It got me thinking.

"Oh really now," I say slyly, "then drive with one hand on the wheel, bad boi," I whisper in his ear, making him gulp loudly. He slowly, but surely. takes his right hand off the wheel and sets it on his knee, rhythmically drumming his fingers.
Oh the things those fingers could do.

"Didn't think you had the balls Holland" I tease him, releasing a proud shrug and chuckle from him, "now the real question is: what are you gonna do with this free hand?" I say reaching for his wrist and playing with his fingertips, til I tuck it under my skirt.
"Y-Y/N! w-w-what are you doing? I'm pretty sure that's against the law or something," he said blushing and failing to retract his hand from my grasp.
"You know, if you really weren't an uptight rule follower, we could do something that I guarantee would not be boring,"