Tom Holland-imagines

Quite

(Tom holland x Reader)

he house was loud with laughter as Y/N made her way through her relatives and friends towards the stairs. It was a Sunday night and just like every Sunday night, her family was together. Her aunts, uncles, cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends, and a few friends. Everyone was here except for her boyfriend, Tom.

Normally she would be downstairs, talking and hanging out with everyone but tonight was different. She missed Tom and just wanted to be alone. She hadn't seen him for almost a week and it had been torture.

It had been a year since he had become known as Spiderman and now he was constantly filming movies. He was traveling back and forth between the filming locations and their hometown, just so he could see her. Y/N had been very firm that she wanted to finish school before joining him on his adventures and Tom had easily understood, surprising her with how patient he had been.

Closing her bedroom door behind her, she laid down on her double bed, grabbing her book from the nightstand. Instantly she became lost in a dystopian world only returning when there was a light knock on her bedroom door. The doorknob turned as she put her book down, next to her.

In the doorway stood Tom, grinning at her.

"Tom!" she cried, jumping from the bed and running towards him. "You're back!"

Tom laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "I missed you babe."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her head against his toned chest. They stayed wrapped up together, until Tom pulled away, looking down at her. HIs brown eyes locked with hers as he leaned down, brushing his lips along hers. Slowly his lips moved against her's, kissing her gently. He tasted like the mint toothpaste that he used.

As the kiss became more heated, his hands ran moved along her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Tom gently pushed the door shut with his foot as he lead Y/N back to the bed. The back of her legs bumped against the bed and she sat down, scooting towards the head of the bed. Tom crawled on top of her, his hands on either side of her before returning his lips to hers.

His lips moved from her's, along her cheeks, and down towards her neck. He placed soft kisses along it, making sure not to leave any marks. She let out a soft moan as he hit a particular spot, causing him to place his hand over her lips.

"We have to be quiet love," he murmured.

His fingers moved to the hem of her green shirt, lifting it up, revealing her stomach. Bending down, his lips moved over her stomach as she arched her hips towards him. The throbbing between her legs wanted Tom touch her but her common sense was telling her that they probably shouldn't be doing this with her entire family downstairs. They tended to get pretty noisy and she didn't want her family to hear anything.

"Tom shouldn't we wait? My family is downstairs..." Y/N whispered.

Tom looked up at her. "I don't think I can wait. We just have to stay quiet."

With that being said, Tom's fingers worked the button on her jeans, moving them down her legs. Using her feet she was able to kick them off so that they landed in a pile on the floor. He pulled her underwear off before placing his lips right below her belly button. She held in a moan as Tom's lips moved down towards her core, letting it out as his tongue moved along her folds. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip as his tongue moved along her core, hitting her sensitive spot.

Because it had been a while since she and Tom had done anything, she could already feel a knot begin to form in her stomach. His tongue swirled around her clit and she thrust her hips towards Tom as she came undone.

Tom sat up satisfied, a smirk drawn on his face. Y/N moved to sit up too, moving slowly since her legs felt like jello. She was afraid to stand up but was surprised she was able to do so and she came to a stop in front of him.

"Stand up," she ordered.

He gave her a questioning look before obliging. Y/N knelt down in front of him, her fingers on the waistband of his jeans. His erection was evident against his blue material and she placed her hand over it, gently squeezing. Tom let out a moan causing Y/N to giggle.

"Harder than it looks, huh?" she asked.

Tom shook his head at her comment, running his fingers through her hair. Her fingers unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his black boxers. HIs erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach.

Her hand wrapped around it, pulling it towards her. Y/N's tongue moved over the tip, licking up the precum that had begun to form. She felt Tom gently tug on her hair, urging her to continue. She moved her tongue along the shaft, teasing him. When her lips returned to the tip, she moved them down his length, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, the rest wrapped in her hand. She moved her lips back and forth, feeling Tom begin to tense up and she knew he was close to his high.

"Not yet," he whispered; his way of telling Y/N to stop.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her up and leading her towards her desk chair. He sat down and she sat down on top of him, straddling him. His length brushed against her core as she placed her lips back against his.

She wasted no time, moving her tongue into his mouth and tangling it with his. Tom's hands moved down to her waist, helping her keep a steady rhythm as her hips rocked against his. She made sure that her core brushed against Tom's length, knowing it would drive him crazy.

When Tom couldn't take it anymore, he moved a hand from her waist and down towards his length. He lined it up with her opening as she slowly slid onto it, allowing him to fill her up. She waited a moment for her body to adjust to his size before moving up and down, Tom placing his hand back on her waist, helping her.

Y/N buried her head in Tom's neck as she continued to move, already feeling the knot in her stomach return.

"I'm close," she breathed.

Tom nodded, indicating that he had heard her. With two more movements, she felt her walls clench around him. Her legs became weak as she tried to continue, helping Tom towards his high. He released inside her, whispering a string of curse words.

They stayed on the chair, wrapped in each other's arms until Y/N was sure she could stand. Bending down, she pulled on her underwear and jeans, walking over to her mirror to inspect her hair. While she was fiddling with it, Tom came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You're coming over tonight, right?" he asked.

Y/N nodded. "Of course."

Tom smiled. "Good. I told Harrison that he had to stay at a friends because we would be noisy most of the night."

"Tom!" she squealed, turning around to give him a soft smack on the arm.

"Sorry love but you know it's true," he replied, grabbing her hand.

Together they headed down the stairs to rejoin her family, hoping that no one had noticed they were gone too long.