Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

8: Don't bite your lip; that's my job.

Stuck in an elevator, which is one of my worst fears.

I don't exactly think it's a fear, more of a dislike.

I've been stuck in one or two, but that's just my dumb luck.

And this instance would be the third time.

I'm standing in an elevator, wondering why it was no longer moving.

The only other person in here besides me was a man wearing a jean jacket and typing away at his phone.

I shuffled, and the elevator lights went out.

That only made me squeak.

The person next to me laughed a little.

The lights came back on almost immediately, so I sighed in relief.

The guy looked at me through his sunglasses.

"Is this a daily occurrence for you or something?" I ask kindly.

He shrugged, making a face. "Nah, it's only happened once or twice. But I've never been stuck with such a beautiful girl."

I stared at him. "Tom Holland."

He touched the brim of his baseball cap absentmindedly. "Why do you say that exactly?"

I chuckled. "You sound exactly like him."

He leaned on the wall, taking his sunglasses off.

"You look exactly like him," I added, smiling widely.

He whipped his cap off, shaking his curly hair out. "Maybe I am him, you'd never know."

I leaned on the wall on my side, giving him a sly smile. "Oh I think I can tell."

He shook his head. "No you can't, I may be his twin for all you know."

I stepped a bit closer. "Alright, in that case, I think I'm quite lucky."

He smiled wider at me, a very handsome smile. "How's that?"

"You're his twin, therefor not all famous and not a big dick," I commented.

He gave me a raised eyebrow. "Big dick?"

"Well, seeing as Tom is all famous and everything, I'm sure he's full of himself," I said, looking to the elevator doors, which weren't useful at all.

"Full of himself," he repeated with a slight scoff. "I'm sure he isn't."

I squinted at him. "Oh sure. He'd never notice me. Never. He's too famous. He's got Zendaya and whatnot."

"Whatnot?" Not-Tom replied. "Are you Whatnot?"

I gave him my own raised eyebrow look. "Maybe."

He let me sidle yet closer. "If I was so-sorry, he-"

"Ha!" I said, pointing at him. "Tom Holland. Big fan."

He smiled a goofy smile. "Nice to meet you darling."

I tapped the wall. "How often are you trapped in an elevator with pretty girls?"

He sighed. "Often, but none of them are as sassy as you, which is just sad."

I smiled. "So I hold the title for sassiest pretty girl?"

He scoffed, "oh yeah. That's saying something too, cause you have no idea how many pretty girls I've met."

"Full of yourself," I muttered.

"I wonder how long we'll be stuck here?" Tom mused, ignoring me.

"Long enough to make out with me," I said with a shrug. "Or tell me what you know about SpiderMan two. Take your pick."

He had stared soundlessly at me after 'make out'. "Alright, I think I'd rather kiss you. But, like you said, I'm famous and full of myself. I'm afraid you'll tell."

I gave him a sharp look. "Why would I do that? No one would believe me. And besides, I think I'd actually harmlessly blackmail you into introducing me to Robert Downy jr."

Tom put an arm around me. "Alright, you have a deal. I kiss you, I get to take you with me to dinner tonight. We gotta deal?"

"We sure as hell do," I muttered, and quickly moved in front of him, griping the small rail along the elevator. I pinned him to it.

I watched arousal rise in his dark eyes.

That only made me grin.

His teeth were biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

So I moved closer, and that caused him to stop biting his lip. "Don't bite your lip love," I whispered. "That would be my job."

His pupils shrank.

"Did I just render the Tom Holland speechless?" I asked, face inches from his.

He proved me right by not responding.

He allowed me to kiss him once, twice, thrice, don't make me say four's cause I don't know what it is..and finally a fifth time all quickly until he placed a hand behind my head to keep me from moving away.

I hadn't planned on it, but the fact that I'd frustrated him enough made me smile a bit.

I took one opportunity to nip his bottom lip, and he let out a throaty moan.

The elevator gave a jolt, which made me pull away.

Tom kept one arm wrapped around me. "Well darling, you sure know how to kiss."

I leaned against him as we walked out of the elevator. "Yes I do."

"Told you they'd hook up," Harrison muttered to F/N, who shrugged.

"I thought it wouldn't happen, so what?!" She said in protest, watching the odd new couple.

"So you owe me twenty bucks," Harrison said nonchalantly. "And a kiss."

Z clapped. "I'm going to go take photos of them. You two have fun."

As she ran out the door, she called, "THANKS CUPIDS!!"

Harrison and F/N smiled to each other. "Told you the elevator would work."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"End of argument, F/N."