Tom Holland Imagines

Let Me | Tom Holland (AU)

Imagine #32

(This imagine is based off of the song Let Me by Zayn because I fucking love that song and plus I've had this idea in my head since the song came out. Enjoy!)

Word Count: 3487

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THIRD PERSON:

Sunlight flowed through the silk curtains, and some wind blowing inside the bedroom giving goosebumps on the two bare bodies in the bed. Their legs were tangled with each other's as soft snores escaped from the both of them.

Although, it seemed like a peaceful moment it soon ended once one of their phone being blaring a ringtone, Y/N shooting up from her position. Heavy breaths leave her from the rapid movement, but she then calms down once she realizes her phone was still ringing.

"Hello?" Her voice is groggy as she speaks into the device.

"Was your ass still asleep? Y/N, you realize you missed class today...professor went over what is going to be on the exam." Her best friend, Leslie, explains.

Y/N's hand brushes back some of the hair sprawled around her forehead, sucking in a deep breath. "Shit, I totally forgot, Les. Could you possibly send me the review? I'm, getting up now since I have my second class in about another hour."

"You're lucky I love you, hoe. I will send it once I get back to my dorm." Leslie states.

"Alright, thank you, I owe you one." She sleepily smiles.

Leslie playfully scoffs. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Go ahead and get up and brush your teeth...I can smell your morning breath through this phone."

"I hate you with a passion, bye loser." She giggles.

"I love you too, bye hoe!" Leslie screams into the phone, knowing it would irritate Y/N. Which of course, it did and she hung up, setting the device back on the nightstand.

"God, why does she yell twenty-four-seven?" Y/N hears, jumping from the mini heart attack she just had, forgetting all about the other person in the room with her.

Tom slowly sits up, his bare chest slipping from the duvet as he rubs eyes. She then realizes what he was talking about and lightly chuckles, shaking her head at the thought of her crazy best friend.

"That's just my Leslie- always screaming even if you're two feet away from her." The girl responds, getting out of bed, dragging the duvet with her, and making sure the sheet still covered Tom.

However, she stops once she hears Tom let out a cry. "Where are you going, darling?"

"I need to shower since my second class is now in fifty minutes. I can't afford to miss that one too especially because exams are coming up." She states, grabbing a pair of underwear from her drawer.

"Ah come on! I didn't even get my usual morning routine from you." He pouts, running a hand through this mop of brown curls.

Y/N raises an eyebrow, still holding the duvet around her body. "I believe the three rounds from last night is enough to make up for our usual morning routine."

Tom shakes his head, getting up from the bed and walking over to her, beginning to tug the duvet down from her slowly.

"You should know that that's not enough to please the both of us, princess." He seductively whispers.

Y/N can't help but give in and drop the duvet that she held on to. "Ah fuck it." She says before their lips meet one another's and they fall back into the bed, Tom's hand reaching for a condom that sat on the nightstand.