Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines (NSFW +18)

Thinking Bout You-T.H.(18+)

based off of Ariana Grande's song "Thinking' Bout You" & some added ideas.

kinda wanna make this into a short series, but that all depends on what you guys would want :)

Word Count: a whopping 4,958 words. this is so long but i had fun writing it!

Warnings: NSFW (semi?), language, alcohol, and maybe a lil angst of you squint.

the feeling of excitement was something that made you weak in the knees, but for all the right reasons. you couldn't stop the fluttering in your stomach, and you didn't exactly want to. this was the first party tom was bringing you to, and that meant that you'd be meeting all of his cronies. as you had seen from all of his socials and occasional facetime calls, his friends were more than enticing in the appearance department. though, of course, tom had promised you that they didn't deserve you, and as best friends, you just assumed he was taking on the roll of your older brother.

regardless of what tom had said, you wanted to get completely hammered tonight, maybe dance with a few of toms cute friends, and possibly find a candidate for a hookup tonight. but you didn't mention the last two ideas to tom, knowing he'd shoot them down and do whatever he could to prevent that from happening, as your best friend and all.

you walked out of your room, taking one last look in your wall-length mirror. tom was standing by the kitchen counter, typing away on his phone as he swirled the car keys around his finger. he looked up at the sound of your stilettos tapping against the laminate floors.

"well, you look quite ravishing. who're ya tryin to impress, darlin'?" his english accent thickened with his pre-game beer he'd had earlier, and you smiled back at him teasingly.

"no one you need to worry about, tommy." you walked past him, poking his chest as you said his name.

he faked a stumble as he stepped back a few steps, feigning a hurt expression. you grabbed his hand before eagerly slipping out the front door. tom actually stumbled this time, due to your rushing and his lack there of.

"relax, darlin'. the party hasn't started till i've walked in," he sassily whispered into your ear as you two hopped into the elevator.

"quite an unoriginal quote if i do say so myself, only Kesha can say that and mean it. and besides..." you looked down to your phone to check the time.

"..the party started about an hour ago." you smirked back at him, your tinted lips looking absolutely delicious.

"well then we better show them a good time when we get there, yeah?" he teased right back, his own smirk spread across his lips. you leaned into his side, still hand in hand with him, before wrapping your other arm around his waist. you leaned up on to your tip toes, which was a lil bit of a struggle in your heels, but you managed.

"oh tommy, i plan to," you whispered. it was meant to be seductive but completely teasing, and you tipped your jaw up a little to peck his cheek softly, your lipstick leaving a faint mark on the soft skin. you giggled, watching tom roll his eyes and give you a funny face.

what you didn't notice was tom's free hand grip his jacket that dangled from his fingers a little tighter. his breath stuttered in his chest, and he nearly choked on his own salvia when he swallowed. your voice tickled his neck and he held back a shiver, but he played it off with his eye roll and goofy face, trying desperately to avoid an awkward silence.

the car ride to the party was filled with loud, sing-along songs that you had playing on aux. tom sang with you, but mostly watched you dance ridiculously in the confined space of the car.

as you pulled up to the Great Gatsby sized mansion, you noticed people overflowing from the inside out. were all the parties tom went to as crowded as this? you gulped down your nerves, excitement replacing them and you couldn't wait to get inside and go wild.