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how does this only have 43 notes this is amazing. this is art. writing and inclusion like this just warms my heart right up, and people who are both of color and of bigger bodies can totally relate, and that just makes me so happy. thank you so so much for writing this. ♡

you should see yourself* | tom holland + woc / plus sized reader

the asterisk mark signals sexual content! i know i said i wouldn’t post tom smut on this blog but i’ve become super attracted to him lately so. here it is. also, i know that i post rlly cute imagines so this is gonna seem SO out of place but there’s no hiding it!

also, this starts off really cute so if you just wanna read the cute part and no smut honestly go ahead, i’ll warn when it gets smutty.

contains: plus-sized/thick reader, lots of talk about body image and self-worth, dick-riding, blowjob, encouragement, nude-taking, very wholesome and not wholesome all at once. hope you enjoy.

disclaimer: this imagine is not meant to say that you need a skinny white man (whom we love!) to tell u that you’re beautiful in order to actually feel/be beautiful! u already are. i just thought the concept was attractive honestly.

Tonight was a low key night at Tom’s place. He had rented an expensive penthouse near the area he was filming his new movie and you had tagged along with him, which meant you got to stay with him in his luxury penthouse, watch him film, and be a part of his celebrity lifestyle.

And, being his girlfriend, you were already a part of his celeb lifestyle, reaching low level celebrity status yourself on Instagram, gaining quite a few followers just for being in a relationship with Tom. But here, you got to see what it was really like.

Currently, it was a long day of work and you were finally relaxing with Tom, the both of you exhausted but still somehow awake, keeping each other company. You were both sprawled out in his California king bed, the sheets distraught and pulling in every which way. You were each half covered by the sheets and watching TV on the huge curved TV feet away from you.

Tom was shirtless with his arms sprawled out and a drink pressed to his lips, while you were cuddled into him, your head on his chest and your hands resting on his chest as well. His curls were a mess from filming all day and being out all day but he still looked good.

Next to you on the end table was a box of pizza that only had two slices left, considering the first thing you did when you got home only an hour ago was order a pizza and cuddle in the dark bedroom. The only lights in the room were coming from the glare of the TV screen. Tom spotted you still awake on his chest and hummed, kissing the top of your head and running his fingers through your hair,

"Oh, you’re still awake. I thought for sure you’d passed out.“

"Nope, still up,” you said, blinking tiredly as fuzz was coming up in your eyes.

You wished you could say you were up because you weren’t tired, but that was a lie, you both were. Tom was tired from filming and being out all day every day, and you were tired because you insisted on being by his side all day every day and being a supportive girlfriend. You wanted to be with Tom as much as possible, see it through that he was enjoying his career and just be able to experience the magic that was his acting.

But being Tom’s girlfriend could be tiring, even if you just wanted to support as much as possible. Even though you had gained a few fans from being Tom’s girl, you had also gained a lot more media attention than you had bargained for, and a lot of negativity.

The negativity surrounding you dating Tom wasn’t a big deal, you didn’t care much about that aspect of it. But you did care about the things people said about your physical appearance - first there were the people who were angry that you were a woman of color dating Tom, deemed unworthy for him simply because of your skin color.

Your friends had all said you were way out of his league and that Tom was lucky to even have the privilege of dating a woman of color, but some people on the internet had very strong opinions against that. Next, was the explicit body shaming you endured.

None of the hate was very terrible on either end but it hurt your heart a little when you posted a picture of yourself in a bathing suit or on the red carpet with Tom in a dress you thought was nice, and saw those blurbs of comments talking about how big your boobs were, the noticeable bit of stomach you had, your thick thighs or your cellulite.

It was embarrassing to have your body nit picked like that, and as much as you tried to tell yourself that none of those comments mattered and that you were beautiful no matter what other people tried to tell you, and that every body was beautiful, you still thought about those things from time to time.

The hate wasn’t so excessive that anyone really seemed to notice, even Tom. He of course was too busy commenting heart eye and drooling emojis on every single one of your posts, and he never occupied himself with haters or negative energy, but he still wanted to protect you with every fiber of his being. So it wasn’t that he was ignoring the hate or being dismissive of it, it was simply that he was too obsessed with you to even acknowledge that anyone else could hate you.

So, you were up, overthinking, as you sometimes did, all the comments that you got and all the hate messages you received, as few as there were, prowling your mind.

You looked up at him in search for his eyes, but he was distracted by the TV. So you patted his chest, your head still resting down on him and purred his name,

“Tom?”

"Hmm?“ he hummed, looking down at you and going back to massaging your head.

You bit down on your lip tentatively, like you were scared of how he might react to what you were going to say,

"How do you deal with all the… the hate comments?”

Tom just smiled lightly and laughed, a bit confused,

"What do you mean, love?“

You shrugged nonchalantly as if none of this related to you, trying to sound as oblivious as possible, as if you were simply curious and not practically asking for advice,

"You know, like, people being mean to you and nasty for no reason? How do you deal with that? Like, getting mean comments or messages.”

Tom shrugged too, as if this were no big deal to him,

"I mean, luckily, I don’t get a lot of hate. But it definitely happens - every now and then there’ll be some rude comment or something that makes me just a teensy bit sad. But then I perk up and remember it’s all good. Because I have a beautiful life, with beautiful people around me and that person is probably just lacking beauty in their life, that’s why they feel the need to comment mean things.“

He could sense how you had paused, a slight tension rising in the air as you just sat there, and he looked down at you again, his strong hand now caressing your arm gently up and down. He could sense you were deep in thought, staring into the dim and darkness and thinking about nothing.

"Why? Something bothering you?” he asked, his tone concerned as he gazed down at you, stroking your arm and nuzzling his chin into the top of your head.

You looked up at him again and couldn’t help the pout that had made its way onto your face, frowning,

"People say… mean things under my posts sometimes. Now that we’ve been out publicly. I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t think you noticed and I didn’t think it mattered that much, but it’s been getting to me. Just a little.“

Tom sat up a bit and cradled you in his arms slightly so you were still cuddling with him when he moved, furrowing his brows,

"What? Who’s saying stuff? What are they saying?”

If you hadn’t been so deep in thought you would’ve smiled, even laughed, at his sudden posture of concern and how fast he had gone from sleepy and unbothered to alert and concerned. But you were honestly just trying not to cry. It was probably the mixture of hurt from the comments you got and the fact that you were exhausted that was making you feel so emotional all of the sudden, but it was all coming to the surface now.

You had tucked away the feeling each of these hurtful comments gave to you, letting the hurt sit and soak in some locked away place for far too long, with no outlet to let out the way these comments made you feel about yourself. You had even become a bit self conscious in real life, gazing at yourself for longer than usual in the mirror when you were undressing, or wondering how your thighs really looked to other people when you sat down.

You even found yourself self conscious around Tom, even though you knew he loved every part of you for who you were. But sometimes in the bedroom you became careful of how you moved or what angle you were at, and although these moments didn’t happen often, the fact that they occurred at all on account of the fact that those comments were stored somewhere in some tiny place in your mind was something to note.

You didn’t want it to bother you at all, and you wished you were one of those people who could say it didn’t bother you and mean it, but unfortunately you weren’t. Still, you didn’t want Tom to worry too much, so you just said it nonchalantly, as if it didn’t bother you much,

"I dunno. Just random people… sometimes your fans who I guess aren’t really your fans. They’ll just comment, just… mean stuff.“

"What mean stuff, babe?” Tom pried, and you cursed him for being so caring because you really didn’t want him to worry so much, but you knew you shouldn’t downplay anything or lie to him.

You almost felt like crying and Tom could tell from your very voice that you were holding back tears that had been brewing up inside of you for far too long,

"They just… they say things about us. Saying I don’t deserve you because I’m not white, which is like, okay whatever fuck you. But then some people will nitpick and point out things about my body that I never even noticed. I know I’m not like, a fucking skinny Amazonian goddess, but I’m not a monster. Like, I never noticed my cellulite or my rolls or my stretch marks until after that.“

You had let a tear shed, but you weren’t thinking about Tom anymore, you were just letting your feelings free flow.

"It’s like, those type of comments make you take a long, hard look in the mirror and they make me feel like picking at my entire body. It’s like, it’s not that many comments and I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it’s like the first time since grade school anyone has said anything about my body that has really stuck. You know? It hurts, even though I’m probably one of the most confident people I know.”

It didn’t even take a beat for Tom to start speaking once you finished. He shook his head slowly over and over and wrapped his arms around you.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Come here, baby,“ he said.

And with that, he lifted you up gently and placed you over his lap so you weren’t cuddling your head into his chest anymore, but you were straddling him, your legs on either side of him. He was making direct eye contact with you even in the dark of the night and the dim lighting of your room. He placed his hands on your arms and was caressing your arms up and down gently.

"You… are beautiful,” he said, his face so serious and yet so faithful that you knew he was telling you that you had better believe it.

Your entire body felt warm as he graduated from your arms to your waist, letting his hands run along your sides - you were in just a pair of boy briefs and a sheer blouse you only wore inside. His hands ran along every curve on your side, every part of you that you had been overanalyzing in the mirror due to comments, his hands seeming to possess some type of mending magic that made it okay again. Because he loved it all, and you did too, beneath all the comments that had been bogging you down.

"Yeah?“ he said, less of a question than an agreement that he wanted you to acknowledge.

"Yeah,” you said meekly, nodding gently, looking down into his eyes.

He positioned himself so he was leaning upright against his pillow and his hands gripped onto your sides so he could hold you in place, and he leaned forward to press soft kisses to your neck,

"Never let anyone tell you or make you think any different, okay?“

"I know, but-”

"Nope, no buts. You are definitely the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, okay, inside and out. And a lot of people want what you have, that’s why they leave those comments. Or they’re really sad about their lives, unlike the two of us. Those people that say those silly things like that are crocks of shit, honestly. And I know it’s easier said than done, but you can’t let that get to you, babe.“

You pouted out of happiness, cooing,

"I love you.”

"Love you too, darling. I’m serious though, do not ever let a stupid asshole, ‘fan’ of mine or not, make you feel less than. Hell, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. I don’t ever want you to look in the mirror and see anything less than what you are, which is a beautiful young lady who deserves the world. You’re hardworking, smart, and you know what you want. Not to mention you’re so supportive in everything I do, which is so much to ask for. So fuck them,“ Tom said, closing off beautifully.

Now you wanted to cry, this time for the right reasons. Your bottom lip quivered as you gazed into his eyes, and saw the admiration and want for you in his eyes, and heard the genuine tone behind his words.

"Baby, stop, you’re gonna make me cry,” you joked, chuckling a little.

"You’re gonna make me cry,“ Tom said back to you, and you laughed at his ever so charming, personable personality. "Come here,” he then said, his voice lower and less baby talk like.

"I’m here,“ you teased, smiling down at him playfully.

"I mean come here,” he said, his hands traveling down to your butt as he pulled you closer onto his lap so you were straddling him directly on top of his crotch.

[ okkk folks we are entering smut zone if you do not wish to read the smutty part ]

He was wearing a hoodie and some boxers and you were thinking of how easy it would be to take both those things off of his body. His hands were traveling from your waist to your lower thighs and cupping your ass from time to time, and he was smiling mischievously, that sort of know it all smirk he had appearing on his face.

“Not to be possessive but I like knowing I’m the only guy who sees you like this. I mean really like this. You know how many guys would die to have you on top of them, and it’s me who wins the jackpot?” Tom said, his teeth showing in his small smile.

“Oh yeah?” you challenged him playfully, smirking back.

“Hell yeah. Kinda crazy how that works, yeah?”

“Super crazy,” you nodded, just giving in to whatever he said and giggling.

Before you knew it he had pressed his lips against yours and he was kissing up against your neck and speaking softly into your ear, already taking off your blouse with swiftness. You bit down on your lip, covering your chest with your arm because it was cold, and smiling cheekily down at him.

“You’re so sexy,” he said unashamedly, leaning back and surveying your body and how you looked with no top on, now wanting to see how you looked with nothing else on tonight.

You just giggled, used to Tom’s comments during your times like this, but now it meant something more and you felt giddy inside. You looked down and started to palm him through his boxers. He was already getting hard but your touch made him grow rock hard beneath your palms, and the friction between the two of you made you both sweat.

You were leaving that girly mode and you both knew what you wanted, it was so clear. Tom’s eyes, usually bright and animated, were now hooded and lustful, and you got a sense of excitement that you were the only one who got to see him like this.

You pulled at the collar of his hoodie and cocked your head to the side, surveying him, and asked,

"You want me? Only me?“

Tom nodded ever so seriously and you saw his jaw clench,

"Only you.”

“Promise?” you teased him, kissing him right on the lips, a long kiss that would’ve lasted longer had you not pulled away first.

“Of course,” he said, and his voice threatened to crack just because he was so in awe of you and the control you had over him - he didn’t understand how anyone could say these things about you.

You slid out of your underwear, Tom’s eyes immediately dipping low to the exposed skin, filled with lust and want once more, nearly salivating. He let his fingers drag absentmindedly along your clit, focusing on that one area and listening to your change in breathing patterns - he already knew what you liked but he always listened. He was rough and yet loving, two of his fingers grinding up against your clit in slow circles, making you erratic.

He looked up at you, though you were looking down at his hand, continuing those wicked, slow circles into your clit and in a lower voice than usual he said,

“I want you to ride me.” When your only response was a whimper that stemmed from the stimulation he was giving you, he said, “Yeah?”

“Mm hm, I got it.”

"And I want you to know you look fucking fantastic taking my dick, okay?“ he pushed some of your hair behind your ear. "Really do it, okay?”

“God, yes,” he stopped the motions against your clit and slid his hand away, placing his fingers in your mouth for you to suck.

“Good girl. So wet already.”

You bucked your hips against his erection in his pants and he understood, sliding his sweats down until his erection sprang out, sitting against his stomach until he wrapped his hand around the base and made you scoot closer. To tease him, you grinded your hips up against the base of his dick, making it wet with your juices. You looked at him, head already hung back in bliss, and licked your upper lip with your tongue. That worked every time.

"Does that feel good, Tommy?“ you asked him with a devilish grin on your face, your eyes teasing and inticing in the darkness of the room.

"Yes, baby, feels so good,” he groaned, facing you again and watching your hips roll against him, your wet pussy smearing against his lower abdomen.

You took his dick into your hands again and cupped him in your hands, stroking him up and down with both hands closed around him, smirking at him. He was enjoying it, you could tell, his stomach rose and fell faster and he had to clear his throat abruptly. But he stopped you, placing his hands on your waist,

"Stop that, darling, you’re gonna make me come already.“

You tilted your head innocently,

"But don’t you want to?”

He was placing soft kisses against your neck again, and squeezing your ass with his hands as he shook his head and in a low voice said,

"Not if it’s not inside you.“

You bit down on your lip when he said that and your heart jumped, and now you were bored of teasing him. You positioned yourself above his tip and he kept his hands tight around your waist as you let the head of his dick tease your entrance. You mewled out, your face contorting in pleasure, your mouth dropping open slightly,

"Baby that feels so good,” you gasped, still not letting yourself drop all the way down.

Tom pressed his lips against yours and you let his tongue inside your mouth, kissing passionately until you found the sensation of his dick pressing against your flit too strong and had to do something. You dropped your hips down slowly onto him, taking in the whole of his head and the shaft until you dropped fully down onto the base of him.

You had already pulled apart from him in the kiss by the time you started to slide down, desperate moans leaving your lips. Tom on the other hand, has his jaw clenched fully and his eyes closed, his breathing heavy. You sunk down completely onto him and then circled your hips around him so you could feel all of him inside every part of you.

"Baby,“ you whimpered.

"Mm hm?” Tom answered back, his voice just as soft and weak.

"I can feel all of you inside of me, so fucking deep inside of me,“ you whined, rolling your hips once again as he hit all your spots.

"Yeah? You like when I fill you up, huh?” he sighed out and brushed some of your hair back, a question to which you had only physical responses as answers.

You licked your lips as you placed your hands down on his chest for support as you lifted yourself up and started to ride him, slowly at first and then picking up speed, your breaths becoming short, high pitched gasps. Tom was filling you so fucking well and at the same time, he felt your wet pussy around him and how warm you felt around him, fitting him like a glove.

Your walls surrounded his length and the feeling of your wet folds slicking against him, increasing lubrication made him cry out. He felt like he had something stuck in his throat as he kept swallowing, but he couldn’t help but let a few deep groans escape his lips.

You felt his hands all over you, every part of you, touching and kissing and caressing your body as if to remind you how beautiful it all was and how much he enjoyed seeing it, especially like this. At one point he had his eyes shut closed, hand covering his forehead and temples and his mouth open, just moaning and grunting.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned out, breathing out unsteadily from his nose and

“I’m close, baby,” you panted, practically digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Come for me, YN,“ Tom said, biting down on his lips. You started to slow your movements, going from bouncing on his dick when you came up to the top and then slowly grinding your hips forward once you sunk down onto him, a move that made him moan out and jerk his hips forward into you. "Fucking hell,” he moaned out, closing his eyes once again. “Christ, YN,” he chuckled out.

"This gets you every single time,“ you said, having to hold back a moan to laugh.

He laughed a bit,

"I’m a simple man.”

But just a few moments later your casual talk became full of filth and praise yet again, Tom staying true to the purpose of you riding him and encouraging you to come. He didn’t just start sex with you just to start it, he wanted to see you in your confident space again and when you were riding him, you were incredibly confident and comfortable.

You looked like a goddess on top of him and he wanted you to see that, wanted you to remember that no one else’s opinion mattered. He liked the feeling of being dominated by you, and what better way to dominate than to be on top?

He started to praise you, his words filthy and somehow wholesome at the same time, making you want him to pound into you as you increased your speed as he spoke, slamming down onto him and putting you both into an ecstatic state.

"That’s it babe, there you go darling,“ he said, smiling and smirking up at you, his eyes unashamedly focused on your breasts bouncing up and down each time you took him all in and then came up again. "You’ve always been incredibly good at this, YN, you know that?”

“Yeah? How long have we been dating again?” you giggled.

“Just over a year,” Tom smirked. “And you always look so good taking all of me, don’t you?”

You just whimpered in response, overwhelmed by his words and the feeling of him inside of you, your head rolling back and hair hanging behind your head.

"Yeah,“ Tom bit his lip with a mischievous smile and kept talking you up. "You look so beautiful doing something so filthy. You’re so gorgeous, everything about you is, inside and out. Don’t forget that.”

“Tom,” you moaned out his name, and he cocked his head, his hands now rubbing on your thighs and waist, holding onto you tight,

“Yes, love?”

“Don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” you moaned out, feeling the build up in your stomach and needing that final release to let it all go.

Tom inched his hand forward and started to rub slow circles on your clit, heightening every sensation you were feeling and making your stomach lurch with a feeling of euphoria. He was focused on his hand for a moment, but then looked up at you, his eyes deep and genuine but a small smirk on his face. It didn’t even sound like him for a moment, when he casually noted,

“You should see yourself from this angle.”

At that, you nearly made a full stop because of the earth-shattering orgasm you were experiencing, letting go everything that had been built up. You couldn’t hear for a second, but from the look on Tom’s face, your orgasm and clenching around him as you came continuously led him to his own orgasm. You were breathing hard and fast, feeling his hot pumps of cum spilling into you and dripping out of you at once.

You were already about to come, but it seemed like those words got you to that point. You had heard Tom say so many beautiful things to you, both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom, about you as a person, how much he liked your body, but he hadn’t said anything quite like that before. It was something he noted so casually as if he were just making conversation but it drove you into a frenzy that made you practically short circuit. He had spun you into a web of wonders that you had never been in before, and his words were plastered in your mind.

To think that Tom liked to see you in such an unbridled state, hair messy, every bit of your body, every “flaw”, nook and cranny visible to him - all your stretch marks, cellulite, fat, discoloration, everything that people took the time out of their day to make hateful comments about. To think that anyone could love all of it regardless of your own self doubts. You felt incredibly appreciated and flattered, as if this was his first time complimenting you.

He’d never said anything quite like that before, not in that voice, not with that satisfied, in awe look on his face. He was in awe of you, his eyes said that he thought you were an absolute angel. He wanted you to realize you were perfect in every way, that all your growth didn’t have to do with your physical form but the even better person you became.

You had both slowed a while ago, and now you were just cockwarming him, your hips sunk down entirely on him. You were still throbbing from your orgasm and you could feel him pulsing inside of you. Tiredly, he murmured,

“Baby, get up. I wanna see what a mess we made.”

Slowly, whimpering all the same, you slid up off his dick and let his cum spill out of you and onto his abdomen. Your clit was throbbing at the sight and you just wanted to lick him clean, even with how tired you were. And so you did, and he was moaning doggedly and maneuvering your head gently with his hand as you sucked him clean of your taste, and then shared a full lipped kiss with him that lasted for quite some time in the darkness.

You were still in a disarray but your thoughts were coming together, slowly now. You were entirely naked and you lay there resting for a moment, but Tom stayed up next to you with his arm around you because you murmured how you “still wanted to talk” after you got a nap.

After a few minutes you woke up, and feeling confident, you didn’t feel the need to cover up. You let Tom clean you up with a cloth and put new underwear on, then curled right up into his lap. He had wiped the sweat off his forehead and body and was wearing boxers now, and you sat down on his lap, straddling his abdomen.

“I love you,” Tom said, kissing your forehead. “So much.”

“I love you too, Tommy,” you smiled and kissed his lips shortly. “I’m so glad I have you.”

“Me too, darling,” he snuggled his nose against yours. He was holding your hands and playing with his fingers when he said. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed it.

“You came so hard, like, I’ve never felt you come that hard before.”

“Really?” you smirked. “You know, it was all you. When you said that… I kind of lost it.”

“Said what?” Tom chuckled. “I’ve got short term memory after that incredible experience.”

You giggled and bit down on your lip,

“You said (you impersonated his accent), 'you should see yourself from this angle.’ You know, you’ve never said anything quite like that to me. Sure, you’ve said a lot of hot things but this was something different. I think I short-circuited.”

“Really? You liked that that much?” Tom asked slyly, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. “Maybe I should do it more often then,” he said, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling down slowly, his voice muffled.

You laughed and pulled away,

“I’m definitely inviting you to. And hey… thanks. For what you said, just, everything you said. I needed it.”

“No, you don’t need me to tell you that you’re beautiful. You already know that, sometimes people just get into our heads. But we’re not going to let that happen anymore, right?”

“Hell no. Fuck em.”

“Fuck em,” Tom said. He seemed to get an idea as he cocked his head. “In fact…” he grabbed his phone next to him. “I’m going to post a picture of you right now. From this very magnificent angle.”

You giggled,

“Tom. I’m naked. And it’s dark.”

“Yeah but iPhones have got flash for a reason. And you can cover yourself with your arm. Or I can just take a picture of you and not post it. Or nothing at all. It’s your body,” Tom said, shrugging, but the way he was acting, how badly you could tell he wanted this photo of you at this angle for safe keeping was a turn on and you appreciated the gesture so much.

You laughed,

“Okay, I’ll let you post it. But isn’t this a bit scandalous for your Instagram followers? And Marvel?”

Tom shrugged,

“If they can hate on you they can see you on top of me, I think.”

You snorted and posed for the picture, just a simple sly smile to the camera with your hands covering your breasts, a picture Tom snapped of you from the waist up.

“Now that’s photography,” Tom said, and he uploaded it to Instagram with the caption “my girl ♡” and watched the internet grow in flames in the span of ten minutes.

You spent the rest of the night cuddling and sleeping in each others arms, and from then on, no amount of hate comments could ever put you down.

#literally in tears rn like #THIS IS BEAUTIFUL #i LOVELOVELOVE #tom holland #tom holland x reader #nsfw #tom holland smut

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