Tom Holland Imagines

Drugs and fucking money

[ Chase Atlantic - Drugs and Fucking Money ]
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(My love for JJ is ASTRONOMICAL. Watch outer banks istg it's amazing!)

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You walk through the large city, the city lights glistening. You look at your wrist watch. 1am.

You arrive at your apartment, immediately taking off your stilettos, coat and uncomfortable blouse, now wearing nothing but a bralette and a skirt.
Whoever said being in college was easy, was wrong.

You were previously at a bar with friends, thinking you'd have a few drinks. After twenty minutes, you were already tipsy. You were fucked up, but still managed to walk home by yourself safely.

"Fuck" you say, your eyes half closed. Your hair was a mess, so was your makeup.

You walk up to your room, opening your drawer and taking your weed out, that was under a pile of clothes. You grab a lighter, and rolling paper. You take a hit before laying down on the floor, a wave of euphoria hitting you.
You put your cigarette in the ash tray, grabbing your phone and dialing Tom's number. Tom was one of your good friends ever since you started college.
"Tom?" You ask through the phone.
"Mhm?"
"How about we smoke a little?"
"Y/N, it's almost two am"
"And? What's wrong with getting high in the middle night?"
You could hear his sigh through the phone. "I'll be over in five minutes"
"Perfect"

You hang up, taking another hit of your cigarette. You play "drugs and fucking money" through your speaker, making the experience even better.

You hear the door slam shut, knowing it's Tom.
"Well look what we have here. Having fun I suppose?" Tom says, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the chair beside your bed. "Mhm" You say, taking another hit, you staring at the ceiling.
He lays beside you, preparing his cigarette.

"Stressful night?" Tom asks, placing the cigarette between his lips. You simply nod, laying your head on his chest.
He plays with your hair, still taking hits.

After a few more hits, you two were both high. You both were giggling for no reason, staring at your ceiling fan.
"Tom?" You ask, Turning your body to face him.
"What's your deepest, darkest secret?"
"And why would I tell you that?"
"Because you love me" you say, flashing Tom a cheeky smile.
"what type of secret?"
"Like....who did you loose your virginity too?"
Tom smirks, turning his head to face you.
"Victoria Diaz, ninth grade. At the dance, in the woman's stall"Tom says, chuckling.
"No way!" You chuckle.
"Ahhh those were the days. How about you? Who did you loose your virginity too?"
"No one. I guess I never had the chance to loose mine yet. I was close once, and then I throw up considering it was my first time drinking." You chuckle nervously.

"How about we change that? I mean, we know each other so it wouldn't be awkward. I wouldn't want you to loose your virginity to some dumbass, you know?" Tom said, looking into your eyes.

"Fuck it. Let's do it." You say, Immediately agreeing.

Tom connects his lips to yours, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kicks the door shut.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you" he smirks, throwing you on the bed.

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!