Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland ; Gym Buddies

"Alright, are you ready to get PUMPING?!" Tom yells, excitedly bouncing into the gym clapping his hands together, you following suit. Somehow, your beloved goofball of a boyfriend, Tom Holland, convinced you that coming to the gym with him to work out would be a good idea.

"It'll be fun," he said, "You'll feel great afterwards," he said. It was too early in the morning to believe him just yet.

"Okay, so what I'm thinking is weights first as a warm up, and then I'll show you how to do some......." Tom begins, listing off sets, jumps, and runs as he plans out what your workout will consist of. You internally sigh; knowing that there would be no way you could keep up with him, but you didn't want to give off the vibe that you weren't excited. Tom was so happy when you agreed to come in with him today, he wanted to show you some of his favorite work outs so he could try and convince you to come more often.

He helped you warm up by starting off with a light boxing set. You pulled on some boxing gloves and held your hands in front of your face, ready to start punching as Tom help up punching pads strapped to his hands.

"Okay love, just start throwing some punches and we'll go from there," he said encouragingly. You begin to sloppily aim for Tom's hands, throwing fists left and right.

"I know you can do better than that" he teases, knowing a little bit of friendly banter will encourage you, and of course it does.

You start to tuck and weave a little more as Tom dances with your punches, busting a few punches himself towards you to keep you on your toes. Smirking as he does, Tom blocks another punch and ducks down, throwing you over his shoulder. You yell his name out in surprise as he laughs at your reaction, limbs flailing everywhere.

"Tom! What are you doing?" you squeak at him as he carries you around the gym. He doesn't respond but only continues to giggle at you.

"Thomas!" you yell at him, as he drops you down back to the floor and you playfully slap him on the chest. He juts out a bottom lip at you and pouts with a frown, and you couldn't resist grabbing his face in your still boxing glove-clad hands and planting a kiss on his lips.

Tom snakes his arms around your waist and tries to pull you in a little closer.

"Uh-uh" you tut. "You've got to finish off this gym session before you start the next" you tease, winking at him as you do so.

Tom bites his bottom lip but lets go of you, making his way over to a different part of the gym.

"I want to show you how to do Spiderman push-ups," he says.

"Of course you do" you reply, taking off the boxing gloves and tossing them to the side. Tom wanders over to an open space on the gym floor, sitting down and motioning for you to join him.

"So, you start a Spiderman push-up just like any other push up" he explains, turning over and hovering in a push-up position. You couldn't help but admire the muscles in his arms and the way they tensed up as they held up his body weight. Your head tilts to the side as Tom looks up at you.

"Are you paying attention?" he questions.

"Nope".

Tom laughs but continues to explain to you what he is doing. He bends his elbows down and lifts his knee, as though he was crawling up a wall like Spiderman. You try to complete a set of Spiderman push-ups yourself, failing to do so, but Tom is proud of you for trying.

The two of you stand up as he starts to lead you towards the weights, handing you some of the lighter hand-held ones as he grabs some of the heavier ones for himself. He begins to show you some weight-lifting techniques, helping you hold position and keep your arms up.

Your hands are burning and you can feel your heartbeat rising, sweat brimming your forehead as you pump through the last set, secretly trying to beat Tom to the end, but he finishes just before you, smirking at you with a smug look on his face because he knew what you were trying to do.

After some time, Tom's trainer walks through the door, relieving you of your duty of gym-buddy.

"Hey man!" Tom yells, dropping his weights to the floor. The two men discuss the rest of the session's plan as you decide to sit on a bench on the sidelines.

They make their way over to a chin-up bar, Tom stretching his arms and readying himself for this workout. He jumps up and grabs a hold of the bar, muscles tensing and rippling through his arms and back as his grip tightens to lift himself.

Your mouth hangs ajar as you ogle at how his body moves. He swiftly lifts himself up and down, moving from side to side as he attempts to complete his first set of chin-ups.

It was hard for you to comprehend just how lucky you were, watching in awe as he makes his way up and down the gym equipment with little effort.

You could see after some time that his arms were growing strained and tired, and as he drops to the floor he lets out a loud groan.

As he saunters over to you, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His hair was messily strewn in all different directions and his lazy smile spread across his face. Sweat was staining wet marks on his black t-shirt but funnily enough, you found it more of a turn on than anything else.

He knelt down in front of you, resting his elbows on your knees and keeping eye contact as he took a swig from his water bottle.

Tom's breath wafts over you as he pants to try and catch his breath as finger props itself under your chin to lift your head to meet his gaze.

"So, about that next session you were talking about earlier..." he suggests, his sentences trailing off as he raises an eyebrow at you questionably.

"What about it" you reply, knowing all too well what he was talking about.

His arms are suddenly around your waist; grip tight as he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively and arms make their way around his neck.

"I'll just let myself out" Tom's trainer yells out from behind him and the two of you make your way to the gym showers.