Tom Holland and Peter Parker Imagines

Friends With A LOT of Benefits Pt.2 (T.H)

I cuddled with Tom on the couch while watching the fifth season of Queer Eye. He was eating popcorn and me a pot of ice cream while pizza laid on the table.

"Anyone coming tonight?" He asked, since it was Friday.

We had a schedule for the apartment's use. He got Saturdays, Tuesdays and Thursdays and I got Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Sundays was for us both, if you know what I mean.

"Yeah, probably. I'm going to a club, if I'm lucky I'll get someone."

"Probably? You'll definitely get someone, no one can resist you, Y/N."

I smiled and gave him a peck.

"Switch." I said, handing him the ice cream while de gave me the popcorn.

"So, what am I going to be? Boyfriend? Super protective brother?"

I made a digust face.

"That one is gross, hate when you use it. How about gay best friend that wants a threesome?"

He staid silent for a while.

"I'll surprise you."

"Yayy!"

"Switch." He said, handing me the ice cream.

"What? We just did."

"Yeah, but you got chocolate, I'm not a fan."

I got the ice cream from his hand and threw it inside the popcorn bowl before eating it.

"OH YOU'RE SO GROSS!" He said.

"Haha sucker!".

He got up and went to get beer. He handed me one and I laid my head on his chest while he struggled my hair. He kissed the top of my head while I started crying because the episode was so cute. He chuckled and pulled the blanket behind the couch over me before I fell asleep.

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"Hey, Y/N/N, wake up." I opened my eyes and saw Tom in a shirt and jeans. " Go get ready so we can head to the club."

"Oh. Okay, yeah."

I went to my bedroom and got the outfit I had choosen for the night. I slipped it on and put some light makeup on. I was slipping on my sandals when Tom walked in.

"Damn, how lucky is the guy that'll have you tonight."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You mean the guy I'll have tonight."

He smiled and I got up, almost as tall as him because of the heels. He stared at my whole body and kissed me. When he started pushing me to the bed, I pulled away.

"Sunday's only in two days, should have taken some action earlier."

"Oh, come on! You were not this hot earlier."

I rolled my eyes and got my purse.

"Please? Just a quick one?"

"No, Tom. Come on."

When we got to the club, we looked around a little bit, trying to find people who'd be more interesting. Tom went to the bar and I went to the dance floor, where I usually got more attention on. By far, I noticed one of the guys who were starring at me who actually got my interest. I looked at him up and down, smirked, smiled, act a little sassy and looked away (someone please get that). After like, a minute, he showed up by my side and we started dancing. I pressed my back against his chest and glanced at the bar. Tom was already there, talking to a girl and paying her a drink. God, we were good.