tom holland oneshots

your hands

warnings : none ! :)

summary : reader gets acrylic nails and tom loves them

word count : 600

(requested) hope u like it !

 Tom was filming all day, and you had taken it upon yourself to find a time filler, seeing as these shots were more of the low-key scenes. You had returned to set around 3:20, a soda in your hand and a small shopping bag in your other. You'd made a trip to the food court after your Victoria Secret fest, and then you'd gotten new nails. The acrylic lady -- Kory -- was more than happy to give you a discount (for being a celebrity, though you insisted on paying full price), so you had left quite a generous tip. 

Now, you were on set, sitting in Tom's chair next to Harry and Harrison, talking about one thing or another. You heard the director yell cut, telling everyone to take ten before heading for costume changes, and you assumed they were moving on to another scene. 

"Hey, love," Tom greeted you with a smile. 

"Hey, babe," you smiled back, cutting your conversation with Harry. 

"What'd you do today?" he asked, standing in front of your chair, his hands leaning on the arms of it. 

"Just went to the mall," you laughed, holding up your pink bag. "Got a lil somthin'," You teased with a grin. 

His eyebrow shot up, hands attempting to steal the paper bag from you -- unsuccessfully. "That so?"

You hummed out a confirmation, and he whined lightly. Harrison laughed at him, Harry playfully gagging, a grin on both of their faces. 

"Later, later," you promised. "Look at my new nails," You switched subjects.

Tom gasped, holding your fingers like a prince in a ballroom. "They're so pretty," he pouted, moving in to your embrace. You laughed, hugging him back as you lean on the edge of your chair, Tom practically sitting on your lap. His face was nuzzled into your neck, just above your collarbone, lips and tongue peaking out to give you a silly kiss. Your arms wrapped around him, hands at the nape of his neck as you dragged your nails softly back and forth, continuing your conversations with Haz and Harry. 

"Oh yeah totally!" You agreed, hand shooting up, stopping your movements on Tom's neck. You were making hand gestures, emphasizing what you were saying, and after two minutes, Tom whined. "What is it, baby?" you asked, looking at his pout, his nose crinkled. 

"Want your hands," he grumbled, grabbing them to sloppily place them on his neck as he attempted to return to his normal position in your embrace, his head hidden in your neck. 

You shared a gaze with Harrison, the three of you laughing at Tom. You oblige, your arms returning to their position as you ran your nails across the back of his neck again. You started talking again, slightly distracted as your movements on his neck slowed, and Tom groaned again. 

"What is up with you?" Harry wheezed, laughing with a smirk. 

"Yeah mate," Harrison shoved his shoulder lightly, not enough to move his position. "Like you're obsessed with her hands or something," He smirked with Harry, the two of them glancing to each other subtly and quickly, their attentions on the two of you. 

"'M not," he grumbled. 

"Are too!" Harry shot back, giggling. 

"I only have ten minutes!" Tom defended himself.

"Ten minutes to do what?" Harrison asks, eyebrows cocked upwards. "Do you want to paint your nails too?"

Tom grumbles, deep from his chest in annoyance. "I just-.. really like her nails... especially on my skin," he admits bashfully. You grin in response, hands returning to his neck to pull him into your embrace, and he happily lets you. This time, you make sure to keep your nails moving, and Tom smiles and you can feel it on your skin. Harrison and Harry roll their eyes, secretly wanting those acrylic nails too.