Tom Holland And Peter Parker Imagines

Tom - Something differant (Pt. 2)

Hey everyone!!! I'm finally back! I've been pretty MIA for the past couple of weeks and I am soooo sorry. But it was probably for the best. I was getting so stressed about all my school work as well as writing quality content for you guys and dealing with social issues with a certain guy at school at I just couldn't handle it and started crying one day. So I decided that I would take a few weeks break from writing to de-stress. And it really has helped. My writing quality has improved a lot from the kind of content that I was trying to force out and I just generally feel such a lot better. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you seemed to like part one, I personally loved writing it.

For the sake of this imagine, let's just pretend that Tom still has longish hair, kay? <3

"Goddamn it, Tom, hurry the hell up!"

You stood in front of the large mirror, putting in a pair of shiny diamond earings. It was time for the Schaberg crime family's party and you were supposed to be leaving in three minutes. However, Tom was taking so long in the bathroom you were beginning to think he might have died.

"I swear, you're worse than a teenage girl on prom night," you mumbled, standing up straight and looking at your full outfit in the mirror.

To your great disappointment, barely a second after you had spoken, the bathroom lock clicked and the door swung open. You turned your head to repremand your partner some more but when your eyes landed on him, you barely managed to stop your mouth from falling open.

Tom stood in the doorway in a black tux. The long pants pitted his legs perfectly, the jacket emphasizing his broad shoulders and toned upper body. His dark hair was damp and slicked back, stubble dotting his jawline and utter lip. You felt your stomach flip slightly at the sight. No matter how much you disliked him, there was no denying that he looked damn fine.

"Um ..." you swallowed, trying to find words. "Will you, uh ... zip me up?"

Tom almost didn't hear what you said, he was so busy staring at you. You wore a black dress that fitted you nicely. It was tight, hugging all of your curves, with a plunging neckline and thin sleeves. You hair was curled to perfection, held back by silver clips and shining in the light from the many lamps in the room.

"Sure," he finally said, unable to take his eyes off you. You slowly turned around, pulling your hair over your shoulder as you did so. Tom walked over and gently took told of the metal zipper. His eyes burned into your bare back and you shifted slightly. You could feel his fingers grazing against your skin and for some reason it sent shock waves shuddering through you. Little did you know that the more your moved, the more entranced Tom became. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes from your bare back, watching in awe as your shoulder blades shifted under your glowing skin.

Slowly he tugged the zipper upwards, sealing up the back of your dress. Once the zipper reached the top, it was all he could do not to press a sweet kiss to the skin of your neck.

You let your hair fall again and turned around, your eyes meeting Tom's.

"You ready?"

He nodded. "As I'll ever be."

You smiled slightly and reached for your clutch bag. "Let's go."

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"Now, remember, our mission is to convince these guys that we want to buy what they're selling," you said quietly to Tom as the pair of you entered the crowded party room. Tom nodded absentmindedly, his eyes trailing around from girl you girl. You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes.