Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Tom

"Harrison, you're too beefy," Tom laughed, seeing his best friend struggle with putting the expensive Spider-Man suit on.

"Shut up," Harrison complained, "you had experts helping you put this shit on."

"Harry got it on," Tom noted, laughing and dodging the water bottle Haz threw at him.

"Alright, alright," you reasoned, "Tom, this is why Marvel doesn't trust you. Harrison, go take that off, you look like you're ready to go green." You teased, causing all the boys to laugh as Harrison complained, trying to strip himself of the suit on his way to the plane's bathroom.

"There you go, always keeping us level-headed," Harry mocked, winking at you.

"Hm, I've had to learn to survive with you all somehow." You teased back, ruffling his hair as you made your way back to your seat next to Tom, having him wrap his arm around your shoulders, pressing play on the movie you two had been watching almost a half hour before.

"Home, sweet home!" Tom exclaimed, dropping his bags in the entryway of the flat and running to the bedroom. You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you dragged a couple of bags with you toward the room, letting Tom rest for a few moments. "Come lay down with me." Tom said, making grabby hands at you. You pouted, shaking your head.

"I want to unpack early, so we aren't stuck with all this stuff around the room." You gestured at all the bags around you both. Tom groaned silently, sitting up.

"Hey," you called, he hummed in response. "I never actually got to see you in the Spidey suit... not in person." You lifted an eyebrow at him, holding up the case with the suit inside. He gave you a mischievous look. "I won't tell if you won't," you promised, winking at him. He shot up from his position on the bed and ran into the bathroom, grabbing the case form your hand in the process.

"And now presenting: your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!" Tom announced, jumping out of the restroom in his suit, landing in the signature Spider-Man pose.

"My, oh my," you said, "Spider-Man – aren't you just fit for that suit?" Tom shrugged, reaching his hands up to take the mask off.

"Forgot how hot it was in there," he mumbled. You took in his appearance, seeing him in the suit mask-less was truly a sight. It really did fit him well.

"Tom?" You mumbled, not even realizing you were speaking.

"Yeah?" He looked up innocently, his fingers still fiddling with the mask. You beckoned him over with a finger, and he walked over to you, a confused expression.

"What's up, love?"

"Take it off." He looked at you, taken aback.

"I'm sorry?" He asked, asking you to repeat yourself.

"You heard me," you said, beckoning him closer. He leaned down and you whispered in his ear, "Take. It. Off." He shuddered at your breathing so close to his ear. But, he recovered, a smirk taking form on his lips. He pulled away from you completely.

"Come over here and make me."