Tom Holland Imagines

She's American (Tom Holland)

[SMUT Warning...also for the sake of this Imagine, (Y/N) is American, so if you are from another amazing country, just pretend you have an American accent for the time being. Also yes this is inspired by the 1975 song "She's American"... Enjoy! ~M]

*Tom's POV*
The moment I saw her, I instantly fell in love with her. Some would say it was simply the perfect lighting, the perfect time, the perfect moment, but I knew it was just her.

      It was Harrison's 28th birthday, and we were in Miami, Florida celebrating at a club off of Miami Beach. Harrison's birthday happened to fall on an American Holiday, and plenty of people were in the area waiting for the 4th of July fireworks. I remember entering the club, paranoid that I'd be seen by paparazzi or mobbed by fans. Instead, I saw her on the dance floor. She was dancing like no one was watching, and I felt instantly drawn to her. She was goofing around with her friends as she danced, and Sam had just taken Harrison to go get a drink and sit in the VIP section. I made my way towards her, not knowing exactly what I was going to do or say when I got to her.

    "Hello, Love." I stated softly, just loud enough to be heard. Her friend saw me, and her eyes instantly widened. The beautiful girl turned to look up at me. She smiled and held out her hand to shake.

    "(Y/N)," she told me loudly in a distinctively American accent, which I found insanely attractive.

    "Tom." I smiled.

    "Do you want to dance?" She asked me, taking me by surprise.

     I nodded wordlessly, and suddenly the DJ switched to 'Hold On, We're Going Home' by Drake. (Y/N) turned back around so that she was grinding on me along to the beat of the song. It all happened so quickly that I wondered if it was real. This stuff happened in movies, but life never worked out like this. She was a perfect, beautiful, American girl.

     Her friends went off for drinks, leaving us to ourselves on the dance floor. She continued to dance against me, and I leaned closer into her. I could smell her perfume, and I slid my hands down over her hips. I looked up to see Harrison wink down at me briefly from the VIP balcony before going back to his conversation with one of our mates. When the song ended, I spun (Y/N) back around so that she was looking up at me.

    "I have to go celebrate my friend's birthday for a bit...but meet me tonight after?" I asked loudly over the music. She nodded with a grin, and I smiled back. She looked down and saw the bulge that had formed in my pants from the sexual dancing. I saw a slight blush rise on her cheeks, but she covered it up by faking casualty. She quickly vanished into the crowd, and I went upstairs to celebrate with Harrison.

Hours went by, and finally Harrison admitted he was ready to head back to the hotel and pass out. Sam laughed, and offered to drive him and a very drunk Harry back to the hotel. I waited around however, trying to find (Y/N). I couldn't keep her off of my mind all night, and she was driving me crazy.

"Hey, wanna get out of here?" Her voice cut through the loud bass music. I looked down at (Y/N), who had a huge grin on her face.

"Definitely."

She grabbed ahold of my hand, and guided me out the door. We eventually caught an Uber back to the hotel I was staying at. On our way there, she put her number in my phone, and I followed her Instagram. She had beautiful pictures on her account. By the time we got out of the Uber, we were laughing together like we'd been best friends our whole lives. She wore my jacket now, and used the hood to cover up in case any fans or paparazzi caught us walking into the hotel together. We took the elevator to the top floor, where my suite was waiting for us. I opened the door, and she stared in complete awe at the beautiful Miami skyline she could see from the huge glass windows. I found myself admiring her as the lights from the city illuminated her features. She turned to look up at me suddenly, and I realized that I had been staring too long. I didn't have time to blush though, because she pulled me down into a kiss. It was surprisingly sweet rather than passionate, but I wanted more. Soon the kiss grew more heated, and I began to run my hands down her sides and to her waist, feeling her. She continued to kiss me, but now our feet were shuffling towards the bedroom. Another huge glass window overlooked the city and the ocean in the room, and I let out a grunt when (Y/N) suddenly threw me down on the bed. She quickly crawled on top of me so that she was straddling my waist before attaching her lips back to mine. She ran her fingers through my curls now, and she'd occasionally tug as she grinded down on me to cause friction. I let out a gasped moan, and flipped her over with ease.

"Fuck your strength is hot..." she mumbled as she stared at my flexed biceps that were now extended to hold my body up over her. I grinned at this, and internally thanked the fact that I had to workout for Marvel. I attached our lips again, as she fiddled with the buttons on my dress shirt. I pulled away to take it off, and she sat up slightly so that I could reach the zipper on the back of her skin tight dress. She wiggled out of it, and threw it across the room. I quickly retrieved a condom from my pocket which I hadn't actually intended on using tonight. She began to work on unbuttoning my pants, and I slid out of them as well. Our clothes now scattered the floor, leaving us in just our underwear. I began to kiss along her jaw, and moved down to her neck where I kissed and nipped causing her to try and hold in a moan. I slid my kisses down her chest and to just above her panties. To her surprise, I quickly slid them off, and put my head between her legs. She moaned and squirmed as I held her hips down and ate her out. Her hands found my hair and tugged as she pushed me even closer to her.

"Fuck Tom!" She groaned seconds before hitting her orgasm. My face was wet now, but I peeked up from between her legs and smirked. I licked my lips, and she seemed to shake at the sight of me looking up at her from this position. Suddenly, she rolled back on top of me, and startled, I stared with wide eyes. She began to grind on me once more, and I realized there was only a tiny layer of fabric between us now. I couldn't wait any longer. My hands grabbed for my briefs as I slid them down to my ankles. (Y/N) stared down at my now visible dick, and looked up at me in surprise. I handed her the condom to put on me. Once she put it on, she attached our lips again, and I got lost in the passionate kiss. My head snapped back against the pillow in shock and pleasure when I felt her lower herself onto my dick.

"Fuck, (Y/N). That's so hot." I moaned as she sat up, undid her bra so that it slid onto the floor, and began to ride me.

"That sounded so fucking sexy in a British accent," she mumbled before a moan slipped out of her mouth. My hands were on her hips as I thrust up to meet her pace. We were both moaning messes, and the headboard had begun to hit against the wall.

"T-Tom I'm g-gonna—"

"Me too." I stated. My eyes clenched shut, but I quickly opened them so I could watch what this beautiful girl was doing to me. The sight of her grinding down on me naked was the last thing it took for me to reach my orgasm.

"HOLY FUCK (Y/N)!" I moaned loudly, as I came into the condom. She rode me for a second longer before I felt her come on me. She laid down against my chest, our sweaty bodies stuck together. She didn't even bother to move my dick out of her as she laid against me catching her breath.

Eventually, she rolled over and laid next to me. I wrapped my arm around her so that she was laying in my arms.

"Round two?" She asked.

"Only if you promise this wasn't just a one time thing. That sex was too amazing." I breathed out. She giggled and nodded, sliding under the covers to blow me.

The next morning, we both showered and got dressed before heading out. She wore one of my hoodies over her dress from the night before so she could hide her face from any media. She still looked flawless though. We also agreed to go on an official date soon. As we took the elevator down to the lobby, we exited to see Harry, Sam, and Harrison waiting for us.

"We were gonna go get some breakfast..." Harry said softly as he looked at (Y/N). I quickly introduced them, and a smile was crossing Harrison's face.

Once we all sat down for breakfast at the hotel's restaurant, Harrison quickly whispered in my ear...
"So yeah it turns out Harry had the room next to yours. The walls are quite thin." Harrison began laughing uncontrollably while Harry blushed in horror.

"Gotta love a wild American woman." I chuckled.

     I quickly checked my phone to find pictures already spreading of me walking into the hotel with a mystery girl whose face was covered. I wasn't really all that surprised. To start some real Tea, I quickly typed a short tweet: "She's American."