you make your way to the kitchen, and grab the ingredients you need to make dinner. tom was working a bit later tonight so you thought to give him something special.
you turn on the radio and turn up the volume. you grab the chopping bored and a knife and carefully slice the peppers. you drop them into the pan and let them cook.
as you swirl them around, you squeal. a pair of arms wrap around your waist and grab your stomach, lifting you off your feet as you curl into a ball. you feel toms head resting in the crook of your neck, showering kisses along your jawline. you turn to face him and he brings his head closer to your own, your noses just touching. he kisses your nose gently, then the top of your head.
he lift your chin up with his index finger and your lips meet his. you kiss back, slowly. when you pull away, you quickly peck his lips and soon you carry on making the dinner.
—this is quite bad i'm sorry!
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Tom Holland / Peter Parker imagines
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