Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

17: Birthday Girl (4)

"So, you're finally 21," Tom said to his plate.

I felt like laughing, cause it genuinely seemed as though he was talking to his plate, not me. "Well, Tom, I guess you should buy your plate a drink."

Tom scoffed. "Nah, darling, I'd rather buy you one."

Under the table, his foot kept tapping my legs.

I felt goosebumps every time.

"I'd accept one," I started. "But I'd rather not be drunk.

"Oh, I wouldn't take advantage of you if that's what you're getting after." Tom stared me down.

I gulped a tiny bit, almost choking on water. "I believe you."

His stare moved back to the black lace. "I like whatever you've got on under there."

I know my cheeks turned a burning shade of red. "Thanks."

He slowly licked his bottom lip. "You done eating?"

We both knew we weren't going back to my apartment.

I nodded, feeling a bit hot.

"You want ice cream?" He asked.

I nodded.

So, Tom paid, despite my protests(although 'it's your birthday' won fairly fast) and he offered me his arm as we ditched our security and limo, running in high heels and dress shoes.

The pavement clicked beneath my heels as I tried to keep up, and I tripped.

But damn, this boy has fast reflexes.

He hooked an arm under my stomach.

I froze, face inches from the ground.

He pulled quickly, and I stood up. "You okay?" He panted.

I stared at him. "That was fast."

He laughed it off. "I'm SpiderMan, darling, I'd better be fast!"

We both walked in silence till we got to the ice cream place, me embarrassed and him probably smug.

I didn't know, cause I couldn't stand to look up at his handsome face.

Crooked nose and all.

"How bout we skip ice cream, and run to my hotel?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking away.

I nodded, heart pounding. "Oh yes. I'd like you to kiss me better than you kissed Z, by the way."

He snapped his attention to me, eyes burning into mine. "God yes."

I grabbed his hands and practically dragged him to his hotel two blocks away, sore heels and all.