Tom Holland Imagines

The Chips are Down (smut)

"If I win, I get a lap dance from you, if you win, you get to give me a lap dance." Tom says, shuffling the two decks of cards together, arching the cards with his slender fingers to bring them into a neat stack. He sets the cards on the table and slides them over to you. You shake your head at him and cut the deck in half.

"Either way you get a lap dance from me, which is underwhelming if I win." You say, one of your eyebrows quirked at him and he stacks the two piles of card on top of one another with a laugh.

"Ouch, that hurt." He says, shaking his head, bringing his glass to his lips.

"Hurt what? Your ego?" You tease as he takes a sip of the brown liquor that you couldn't imagine drinking neat like he did. He smirks at you as he watches your eyes travel down his neck, watching the liquid flow underneath his skin.

"How are we gonna make this interesting then, baby doll?" He asks lowly, licking his lips before smirking at you as your eyes flickered back up to his.

"If I win, you take my philosophy notes for a week." You barter, crossing your arms over your chest, Tom's smirk doesn't fade as he sits back in his chair, his legs spread wide.

"And if I win?" He asks, wanting to know how far you'd go with him. Sure, Tom was hot and on multiple occasions you'd thought about sleeping with him, but he was your friend, you didn't want to complicate things. As much as you closed your eyes and imagined his soft lips trailing down your body, his warm and slightly calloused palms holding your hips in place while you whine below his touch, you couldn't let it happen.

"What do you want?"

"I stand by the prize I mentioned earlier." He chuckles, making you roll your eyes. You mumble an agreement and reach for the deck.

"Fine, but I'm dealing, I don't know what tricks you think you're going to pull on me, but they're not gonna happen, Holland." You say, dealing the cars onto the table before Tom could say anything about it.

Tom picks up his five cards along with the crust of the pizza he was eating prior to the argument about the stakes of this hand of poker. He sits back in his chair in the same position, his legs spread wide making it hard for you not to look down at his body. You could tell that he wasn't wearing any boxers, he told you a few months ago that he never wore boxers under his sweatpants. The comment stuck in your mind ever since, and here he was, sitting in front of you, in sweatpants.

He smirks as he looks at his cards while taking a bite of the crust of his pizza. He pulls one card from his hand and places it face down on the table. "Give me one." he says and you oblige, passing him a card from the deck. Tom looks at the card and can barely hold his smirk, his eyes raking down your body. The confidence for his hand increased when you pulled two cards from the deck.

"So what've you got, Holland?" You ask with a straight face.

"Straight to the jack, baby doll." He says with a smirk and your breath hitches in your throat. Tom leans back in his seat and takes another bite of his crust, seemingly spreading his legs wider for you to see.

"Oh wow, that's really... unfortunate because you see, full house, aces over tens. Hope you like taking notes, Holland." You say with a playful smile, spreading your cards out on the table in front of the two of you. Tom shakes his head, flipping you off with an amused look on his face. "Fuck you, L/N." He chuckles through the food in his mouth.

"In your dreams, Tommy boy."

"Only every night, baby doll." He chuckles at the flushed look on your face. It was true, Tom had thought about you on more than one occasion, you were one of the only female friends that he had made that didn't jump at the chance to sleep with him, which added to the already alluring qualities you already possessed. "How about we play one more hand, and we make it more interesting." He suggests, making you gulp.