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Tired Today | Tom Holland Imagine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom comes home exhausted so you do your best to tuck him into bed.

Warnings: SO. SOFT.

WC: 727

A/N: Inspired by Tom’s “tired today” Instagram post! This kid is way too cute to be real.

The sound of the front door slamming shut caught your attention. You pushed the blanket you were wrapped up in off your body, placing the book you’d had your nose buried in on the coffee table in front of you, not forgetting to mark your progress.

Making your way to the front hallway, a smile blossomed on your face as your sweet boy appeared in your line of sight. Without a word, he stepped forward until he was within reach of you, dropping his forehead to your shoulder without a word. Instinctively, you raised a hand to run through his chocolate waves as the other rubbed up and down his back soothingly.

“Tired, bubba?” you cooed, although your already knew the answer. You couldn’t deny that you were merely one of the thousands of people around the world who’d suffered from heart palpitations at his Instagram post earlier in the day.

“Mmhm,” he simply mumbled, prompting your to lift his head off your shoulder so you could take a proper peek at him. You held his sweet face with your palms, tracing the bags under his eyes with your thumbs. The corners of your lips tilted downwards involuntarily as you spotted the way his eyelids drooped. Tom had truly been working his ass off recently and very much deserved a break. You knew there was only so much you could do in terms of his job though, so you settled for a relaxing night in which consisted of retiring to bed early.

Taking him by the hand, you led him to your bedroom, helping him shrug off his jacket and throwing it atop the nearest chair. With the gentlest of touches, you tugged his t-shirt over his head, an expression of endearment taking over as you noticed how his tousled curls flopped back and forth with the slight pressure. It was only as you reached the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and unzipping, that he spoke up.

“If I wasn’t so tired I’d definitely be popping a boner right now, darling. You look beautiful, always do,” he managed to mutter.

You laughed aloud at his words, wrapping your arms around his midsection and squeezing the only boxer-clad boy. “I know, bub. I know you would.”

Pulling back the corner of the bed sheets, you did your best to make sure he was tucked in tight and snug. You rolled your eyes as you heard him groan in complaint as he made grabby hands towards your figure, the most irresistible pout on his lips. As quickly as possible, you tore off your work clothes and allowed one of his t-shirts to encase your frame instead. His scent lingered on the material, but you knew having the man himself in your bed was a much better deal. Looking over at him, alerted by a lack of noise due to a halt of his moaning, you noticed his deep breathing and closed eyes. He’d already managed to knock out.

Your light footsteps padded down the hallway and into the living room, where you picked up your book before returning to the bedroom. Doing your best not to jostle the sleeping boy, you slid in beside his warm body, relishing in the feeling of having Tom beside you. You made sure you were comfortable before opening your book, returning to the fantasy world.

It was only a few minutes later when Tom stole your attention once again. You could feel his hand roaming around the surface of the mattress in between your bodies, prompting you to set down your book once again. He continued to pat down the bed until he finally came in contact with your hip. You looked at his face to see him still asleep, though his eyebrows were knitted and a frown was evident on his lips.

Suddenly you felt your body being pulled towards him, an arm hooked around your midsection. Tom’s actions only halted once you were totally encased in his grasp, a light sigh of contentment escaping him as he nestled his nose into your hair subconsciously. You could feel the tension leave his body in waves, relaxing as you threw a leg over his.

As you felt yourself slip into a deep slumber, the last mumbling of words you heard was something along the lines of, “massive boner in my heart.”

Tagging some of my favourite writers just bc: @thothollandd @starksparker @starkschurro @madmadmilk @hollandroos @holland-ish @bi-writes @hollandbaby