Tom Holland Imagines

De-Stressing//T.H. Smut

It had been a difficult night. You had spent hours glued to the computer for your online classes thanks to the whole isolation thing and now, you had to spend even more time sitting in front of your laptop as you tried to finish all your homework. You had promised Tom that you'd do something with him and the guys in the afternoon after your classes finished but the workload you had made it impossible.

Tom walked into your shared bedroom with a cup of hot tea in his hands that he carefully placed on your desk. You sent a grateful smile his way before your gaze went back to your laptop.

Your boyfriend lied down on the bed and took out his phone. You turned the chair around so you could look at him, "I thought you were gonna play something with the guys."

"Nah, wanted to keep you company. I know you like it when there's someone with you while you work," Tom smiled. You always had a habit of calling Tom whenever you were working on school stuff, even if you didn't say anything during the call, his presence still put you at ease.

Tom got up from the bed and walked towards you. He placed one of his warm hands on each of your shoulders and leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear, "Besides, I know you've been stressed lately," He left a kiss on your temple and turned your chair around.

You quirked an eyebrow in amusement as he pulled the chair back and disappeared underneath the desk.

"What are you even doing Tommy?" You wondered. He hushed you softly, "Just keep working, I'm not here, okay?"

He parted your legs with his hands, grateful that you were only wearing one of his long shirts. You sighed deeply and tried to ignore his actions as you kept writing down on the document.

Tom placed your legs over his shoulders and moved your panties to the side with his hands, your breath hitched in anticipation. He inserted on of his fingers into your heat and you let out a soft whimper. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before he added a second finger, "God Tommy," You moaned as your hands left the keyboard and tangled themselves in his hair.

"Hush princess, we don't want them hearing us, do we?" You shook your head even if he couldn't see you, "Now be a good girl for me and keep working."

Your hands stopped grasping his hair. You began typing down, still distracted by the pleasure he caused you.

His lips wrapped around your clit and you let out yet another whine, which you immediately muffled by biting down on your hand.

His tongue lapped at your clit as he kept fingering you, expertly hitting your G-spot almost every time.

Your hands fell to his hair once again as you lifted your bottom off the chair to try and get as close to him as possible. He didn't stop you this time and let you pull on his hair, which had finally grown back to the perfect length to pull on it.

He felt your walls clench around his fingers, so he picked up his pace and you became a moaning mess, "Holy shit, please don't stop."

He smirked when you whined the moment he pulled his fingers out, "Don't be a dick," You pleaded and Tom let out a laugh before he started circling your clit with his thumb as he fucked you with his tongue.

"Tommy I'm close," You whimpered and he picked up his pace once again. It took a lot of self control from your part to not  close your legs as you came.

He kept circling your clit for a few seconds until he finally came out from underneath the desk, "You feeling any better?"
You nodded with a smile, cheeks still burning, "Very, thank you baby."

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I feel like it was important to add as a side note that me writing things about quarantine is not me trying to romanticize the situation we are in. I know it's a very serious thing.