Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

23: (Prompt inspired) Masquerade

@SweetorSourCandy   - this one is for you

"I've got nothing against Masquerades.......but can't you go mask-less for this one?"

I've always enjoyed dressing up and getting fancy. That's a passion, that and makeup.

My friends and I went all-out every Halloween, never once failing to dress fantastically. Now, I'm older, sort of, but I still absolutely love dressing up. And it was perfectly convenient that my good friend, Zendaya, was hosting a three-day Masquerade ball.

And she'd invited me.

So for the first two dances, I went in a long black dress, of course with sequins, and a white mask.

I met a guy there, too. And because he refused to wear a mask, I got to see exactly how handsome he was. Of course, I knew who he was too, there was no mistaking him.

He was Tom Holland. They don't get much cuter than that boy, let me tell you. But he seemed to be getting a little anxious.

On the day of the last dance, I showed up in a pale pink dress, with a black mask. The idea of the masquerade was to be more modern, so my pink dress was short.

And my black high heels were tall.

Holland, however, still wore the same black suit.

He looked more handsome than everyone else, though we'd better not tell them that. When I walked into the room, surrounded by music, he spotted me, lighting up and heading my way.

I stood still, smiling.

The only thing he could see, of course, was my red lips, but that seemed to be enough at this point.

Offering me an arm, we danced, and danced, and danced. Finally we both got plenty exaughsted, and he dragged me to a couch, where we crashed. He panted, smiling widely, staring at me.

I smiled back, still reeling from the swift dances, my feet aching so bad I saw stars.

Holland was still grinning, but it became sneaky. "I've got nothing against Masquerades........but can't you go mask-less for this one?"

I smiled at him softly. "You want to see my face?"

He nodded.

"What if you don't like it?" I whispered, still smiling lovingly at him. He frowned deeply in response.

"Not like it?" He repeated, sitting up to lean in front of me. "Impossible."

I sighed, leaning back onto the couch, slowly reaching up for the mask. Holland stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

I looked up at him in confusion as he stood up, hand still clasped around my wrist.

"Follow me?" He said, coming out as a question.

I stood up, regretting it cause of the pain in my feet, and followed him to a dark corner in the huge house, secluded from the party.

He leaned back against the wall.

I reached up again, but he beat me to it, keeping the rim of the mask between his thumb and forefinger. "Let me do it?" He whispered harshly.

I blinked, wondering why. But I nodded.

He slowly lifted his hand up, the mask coming with. Once it rested on my forehead, I cracked a smile.

He smiled back. "See? Damn gorgeous. Told you I'd like it."

"I bet," I whispered, leaning up to him. "You'd like how my mouth tastes even more than you like how it looks, huh?"

He blinked at me, for a change, and smiled wider. "Can I test that theory?"

"Yes sir," I muttered, still grinning.

He stopped smiling, leaning closer, and kissed me quickly.

It felt like a surge of electricity, and it drew both of us right back to each other, practically devouring the other.

His hands slithered up my back while I messed up his curly hair. Damn, I'd wanted to do that quite a couple times, not gonna lie.

The kiss grew more passionate, till a pounding sound made us separate.

Z was standing inches from us, knocking on the wall with her knuckles lazily. "So. You're gonna sneak away from my party to 'make out with one another in my room?" She asked, raising her perfect eyebrows.

Tom licked his lips, red from my lipstick. "Uh, yeah?"

Z shook her head. "Get a room."

"I'm going to kiss her whenever and wherever I want, Zen-DIE-a," Tom said back, with a high amount of attitude when he mispronounced her name.

She shook her head again. "That joke," she said, poking Tom in the chest, "is dumb and you know it. Now, if you don't move this 'party' to another room, I'm going to kick the both of you out!" She finally rose her voice, and Tom and I scampered out of there real quick.