Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

Just Dancing (smut)

People think you need to be friends or have some sort of positive relationship with someone to live with them. You didn't. You moved in about a year ago. Your friend had told you that his friend's brother was looking for a roommate. And considering how you just moved to Kingston from America, for college, you needed a place.

When you found out that your roommate was Spiderman, you were excited. But that quickly went away. Tom wasn't the best roommate, and most of the time a total and utter dick. You two never agreed on anything, you guys couldn't stand each other. You rarely invited people over, because when you did Tom would come and ruin it. Same for him.

However, you never hated him. Hate was strong. You just found him annoying. He was an amazing actor, and how he portrays Peter Parker is amazing. And considering he's in your favorite franchise, you can't hate the guy. And for the small little tiny crush you had, couldn't make you hate him. Most of the arguments you guys had were about the smallest things. Like him leaving dirty socks in the living room, and you not throwing away the empty water bottles, instead of putting them back in the refrigerator.

To be honest, you just argued because it was a way to hide your feelings from him. And because he hates you. Or that's what you think.

Tom argued for the same reason you did. He found you amazing the very moment the two of you met. You were unbelievably attractive, and the small little things you found funny warmed his heart. Most of the time, he would catch himself stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye, when you two were watching a movie. He cherished the small moments when you two weren't arguing. And he always looked forward to coming home and seeing you asleep on the couch with textbooks laying everywhere.

There was always something between the both of you that he couldn't explain. He knew you didn't hate him, as much as you said you did. He found you very stubborn and reckless at times, but he doesn't hold one ounce of hatred towards you.

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Tom finished filming for Far For Home a week earlier. He didn't think too much of it, he was just happy to get home and finally sleep. Not thinking you'd care, he didn't bother texting you. Which he should have.

You were at the apartment. You've been studying for what felt like hours and your head was starting to hurt. You get up from the couch, stretching your legs and arms above your head. You looked around the apartment. It was so quiet and you hated it. It's been so empty and alone for two months. You missed him. Even the small bickering and dumb arguments. You missed his company, his voice, his smile, and his laugh.

You did, however, take advantage of having the apartment to yourself. Most days you just dressed in your panties and bra, or panties and a crop top. Which is what you were wearing tonight. You wore black lace panties, and a spiderman T-shirt Tom had gotten it for you a few months before he left. He said he just happened to see it when he was at the mall with Harrison and it was on sale, "it's no big deal".

You made your way to the kitchen. You couldn't cook for your life. Tom was always the one to cook, and because he wasn't here for two months, you'd just been ordering take out or eating out with friends. But for some reason, you felt like making cookies. You've only ever attempted to when you were younger and failed horrifically. You grabbed the new box of cookie mix and read the instructions on the back.

Being you, you decided to put on 80s music in the background. The volume was loud and blasting. You sang along to the music before your time, taking a liking for old music. You began to sway your hips with the beat and then you were full-on dancing and singing to Call Me by Blondie. That's how you couldn't hear the front door opening.