tom holland/peter parker imagines

Only Swtr

A/N: Please note this is a smut chapter, so if you don't feel comfortable reading this, then don't read it. Also, that being said, it's a mediocre smut chapter, so read at your own risk.

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                                                            ~I'm gonna make you bend and break~

     The bar last night, met this wonderful girl and yet I've let her slip away. The memories are fuzzy, but her name was Y/N. She made me warm, despite the alcohol, which left me shaking.

                                                        ~Say a prayer, and let the good times roll~

Last Night~

     I just finished with filming for Far From Home, and it was fun, but hard to let it end. I ended up drinking until my vision had started fading in and out. Harrison was making calls, so I was alone at the bar, with the memories of filming. They were great memories, and I was sad to let it end, as I was stuck, wanting to go back and film it once more.

                                                                       ~In case God doesn't show~

     A girl, a pretty one at that, sat down next to me. She wore a black dress that seemed a tad to revealing for any form of business meeting, her shoes looked familiar, perhaps heels worn on set last week.

                                            ~And I want these words to make things right~

"Have I seen you before? You look very nice."

'Hah, you've seen me in a few magazines, I was an extra for your movie as well.'

"In that case, would you like a drink?"

'Yeah, thanks.'

                                    ~But it's the wrongs that make these words come to life~

     "Wanna head to my place?" She nodded, following me to my car, getting into the driver's seat.

                                                           ~Who does he think he is?~

     I pulled her inside, dragging her to my bedroom and laying her on the bed, only to be pulled down on top of her. Running her hands under my shirt, I hummed, doing the same to her. She only smiled, removing her hands, leaving my stomach cold without her. 

                     ~If that's the worst you got, better put your fingers back to the key~

     I removed her dress, then slipped out of my shirt, starting to kiss her, up her neck and to her ear. She squealed and I smiled, only for her to move, then push me down, straddling my waist.

                                                          ~One night and one more time~

"Never got your name, care to tell me?"

'Y/N, now, enjoy the ride.'

     Y/N pulled down my jeans, then unclipped her bra, starting to kissing my neck. I rolled her over, wanting to dominate her, humping her until a guttural moan escaped her throat.

                             ~Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great~

     She looked so pretty, hell, prettier than Olivia, and I just left her. Y/N on the other hand, she leaned up, sucking on my neck, curling her fingers through my hair. I pushed her back down, removing my boxers and her underwear. She reached, starting to stroke it as I convulsed.

                                                         ~She tastes like you, only sweeter~

     I held back on my orgasm, causing her to scoff, flip me over and grind down on my dick. Soon enough, it was inside of her, and she enjoyed the feeling. I groaned out, and she took it as a sign she was doing something right. Just as I was about to release, she moved off, and licked the tip.

                                                       ~One night, yeah and one more time~

      The feeling caused me to buck my hips, letting her choke on my dick. She moved her hands, lightly massaging my balls. She pulled off of me, her lips coated with saliva. 'Don't cum yet.' I nodded, and she went back to sucking, occasionally grazing me with her teeth.

                                         ~Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories~

     My orgasm kept building up and it hurt. She let go once more with a pop, letting me dominate her once more. I could now cum when I wanted, but waited for her command. I decided that since I was pleasured, I'd return it, sucking on her neck. She moaned out.

                                                ~See, she tastes like you, only sweeter~

     Inserting my fingers into her, she jumped, feeling me curve them and touch where ever I could. Soon enough she was a mess of moans, my name escaping the back of her throat over and over. I was about to come undone, and she could tell.

'Lay down, Tom.'

     I moved to lay down, and she sat on my bulge once more. I slipped inside, and she nodded, giving me the go ahead. I tried lasting a bit longer, but soon felt a wave of relief wash over me. It didn't last long, as I felt myself tighten and release a few more times. She lifted off of me, laying down.

                                              ~Been looking forward to the future~

Come Morning

     I woke up alone, extremely hung over and aching. Her clothes had disappeared from the floor, the only thing left of her was her scent, only sweeter.

                                                    ~But my eyesight is going bad~

     Just like that, I remembered that Downey had invited us all over for a party. He only invited the main cast, but I hoped to Y/N there. I got dressed, then left, finding a sticky note in the driver's seat.

'Have fun at the party. -Y/N'

     I set it in the glove box, then headed to Downey's place. I walked in and immediately spotted a familiar black dress paired with heels. I walked over, and tapped her shoulder.

"Y/N?"

'Welcome back Tom. Hope last night was fun.'

"Thanks, it was great. I know it's childish, but the hook up really felt great."

'You're repeating yourself. What do you want to say?'

"Jesus, um... would you like to go on a date? If not it's okay, I just r-"

     She kissed me, then nodded.

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