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

Softy

Tonight was a very rare night where you would have dinner with the Holland family. Everyone was waiting for Tom who was presumably held up in his office with a client. But none of you seemed to mind since you were used to this kind of thing happening. In the meantime, Nikki asked how your relationship with Tom is going. The family always approved of you and knew that you were the one for him the second he locked eyes with you five years back at a mob party. You were wearing a silver dress that rested on your upper thigh. It had a slit on each side so your hips were also revealed. Tom couldn't seem to stop touching you that night.

You blushed as you remembered that night together. Since then, the pair of you have been inseparable.

"Shit, I'm so sorry I'm late." Tom cursed as he barged in as he was undoing his tie. "That bastard was holding me back, I tried to leave."

"It's okay, Tommy." You smiled as he sat down beside you and grabbed your hand to place a soft kiss on your knuckle a couple of times.

"Thomas, we've talked about swearing around the family at dinner." Nikki groaned as she picked up her knife and fork.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat, so I put a bit of everything on your plate."

"Thank you, babydoll. I'm sure it will taste delicious." He winked before he placed a kiss on your cheek.

The twins started to giggle together, making both you and Tom away from one another's gaze slowly.

"Is there a problem?" Tom frowned as he placed his cutlery down beside his plate. Your hand made its way to his thigh, squeezing softly.

"No, it's just that you're such a softie when you're around Y/N." Harry snickered as he stabbed his fork into his baby carrot.

"Fuck off." Tom scoffed.

"Boys!" Dom yelled.

"I think it's cute how close they are. It's not common for couples that have been together after five years to be so infatuated with one another like this." Nikki walked Harry with her cloth napkin before resting it back on her lap.

"Thanks, mum," Tom muttered.

For the past five years, every time you walked into his office during a meeting or went out to a ball with Tom, Tom would get teased. He was such a powerful figure who seemed to have no emotions other than anger. He usually has a stern of poker-face but the second you walk into the room, his face lights up and a smile replaces the scowl.

His hands would always be touching you, whether that would be resting on your waist or holding your hand. Obviously other mobsters would notice and pick on him but he would snap at them. It's not like Tom was ashamed of dating you - of course not!

But despite all the remarks from other men, he always has an eye and hand on you. His heart is so full of love for you, it makes other people in the room squirm in their seats whenever he kisses you or flirts (if that's what you'd even call it).