Tom Holland Imagines

Perfect Sizes (Boyfriend!Tom)

Today was a quiet day, Tom and Y/n were sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing.

Well, Tom was doing absolutely nothing, Y/n on the other hand was reading a book.

It was a hot summer day and the couple had the windows down and the air on, but nothing could take away the sweltering heat that seemed to linger in the air.

Tom was wearing shorts, his shirt off but still, he was sweating. Y/n was wearing a tank top and athletic shorts, her hair up in a high ponytail so that it was off of her neck.

When Tom looked over at her, his eyes widened. Y/n's chest was more pronounced, more so than he'd ever seen. She was always wearing hoodies and long pants, even in the summer when it didn't get as warm as it was now. Tom was surprised, he'd never expected her to be so fit. He didn't want to admit it, but he was curious about why her boobs were so big. He didn't want to judge but he was genuinely curious.

Y/n looked up from her book to see Tom staring at her chest. She snapped her fingers to get him out of his trance. His eyes immediately shot up and she raised her eyebrows.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, Tom didn't respond, but he did poke her in the chest which caused Y/n to jump back and slap his hand away. "What was that for?" She asked and Tom shrugged.

"I know we've been dating for a while now but this is my first time seeing you in fitted clothes. I'm not judging but I am curious, sooo...I know this is a dumb question but are those-" before Tom could finish his sentence, Y/n took his hand and placed it on her chest.

"If you think my chest is fake it's, it's a big no and I will never get plastic surgery because I love the way I look and wouldn't change it for the world. And you said you're curious, right? Let me tell you, a natural chest is soft and bounce, implants are hard to squeeze and bounce roughly. With implants, you don't have to wear a bra and I most certainly do. So Mr Holland, did I answer your question?" Y/n said and Tom's eyes widened and he looked down at his hand that was still on her chest.

"So how'd you get these?" He asked and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Genes," She said and after a moment she spoke again, "Umm...you can take your hands off now," She said.

"Oh, sorry," Tom said, retracting his hand and looking down at her thighs.

"If you think my thighs are fake as well I swear I'll crush you with them because they are natural as well," Y/n said and Tom laughed.

"I just can't believe I'm dating a goddess," He said and Y/n blushed.

"And I can't believe I'm dating a knight," She said and Tom leaned in to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

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"Tom I can't wear that!" Y/n said as Tom held up a polo blouse. They had gone out shopping and were currently in

"Why? It's your size, isn't it?"

"Yeah but still, it won't fit me in the chest area," She said but Tom shook his head.

"Just give it a try, love," he said, handing her the shirt. She groaned and took the shirt, walking into the changing room. It took her a few minutes to button the shirt and when she walked out Tom smiled. "See baby, I told you that it would-" before he could finish, the top two buttons popped off the shirt and Y/n sighed, a saddened look on her face.

"See Tommy, I can't wear shirts like this," She said and Tom wrapped his arms around her while she rested her head on his chest.

"Ok, so you might not be able to wear shirts like that, no big deal. You can always wear my clothes, I think you look beautiful in anything" He said, a smirk on his face as he looked down at his girlfriend. She smiled and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Tommy,"

"Anytime, my love.

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