tom holland oneshots

handsy

wc: 600

"You ready, babe?" you asked, emerging from the bedroom as you put on your last earring. Tom was on his phone, mumbling a "yes," without diverting his eyes. You chuckled, grabbing his attention. His eyes go wide, jaw doing its best to stay closed.

"Y- you look absolutely ravishing, darling."

You tilted your head, eyes softening. "Thank you. Now let's go," you grabbed his hand to speed his actions up. The two of you put your coats on, locking the front door. Tom's hands went straight to your waist, kissing your cheek. You laughed lightly, unlocking the car.

"Tommy how am I supposed to eat if you're like this all night?" you teased, slipping into the passenger's seat as he started the car. He pouted, switching the car's gear. "I'm joking, babe," you stuck your tongue out, biting it playfully. He rolled his eyes, hand taking its home on your thigh.

***

The restaurant was classier than usual, one you and the boys went to rarely. Sam, having just graduated cooking school, was the reason the eight of you were going out to eat: to celebrate, obviously. Arriving, you and Tom went straight to the front desk, handing your coats to the woman behind the counter as Tom's left hand went to the small of your back. You smiled softly to the man with menus and table schedules, asking him for the table with the boys. He smiled in response, leading the two of you to Harrison and the rest of the gang.

"Hey, all," you greeted, sliding into the booth next to Audrey, Tuwaine's girlfriend. The booth was round, seating about six of you. Sam and Elysia were at the head, in singled out chairs.

"Hey, guys!" Sam smiled. "Glad you two could make it."

Tom sat next to you, kissing your cheek as he slid in next to you. You tried not to get flustered at the action, picking up the menu and angling it so both you and Tom could choose what to order. After a few minutes of deciding, you filled your time by talking to the boys. The waiter had yet to come, only running off to fetch each of your drinks. You were conversing with the boys, but Tom was distracted -- or, more accurately, he was distracting you.

His hands were going up and down your thighs, his body itching closer to yours and moving your legs over his lap as he kissed your knuckles. Eventually, he escalated to cheek kisses, and then he kissed your neck a few times before you broke.

"Tommy," you ruffled his hair, moving his head away from your neck. "What's up with you tonight?" you whispered.

"Nothin'," he whispered back. "Just love you."

You hummed, but couldn't ponder the response further, as it was time to order. While you were ordering, Tom's lips went back to your knuckles, hands roaming your back.

"Mate," Harrison held in a laugh. "You've got to bloody order."

Tom looked up, spilling his order out. Once the waiter left, Harry and Harrison laughed loudly.

"Bloody needy."

"Who? Me?" Tom gasped.

"Yes, you!" Harrison laughed, sipping his beer.

"I am not," he huffed.

"You have not said one thing tonight," Tuwaine raised his brows.

You laughed just as Harry started talking again.

"Yeah... what is it mate? What's got you so riled up?" He grinned.

"Oh..." his face scrunched up. "Shut up."

Everyone around the table laughed, and you turned to look at him and shrugged your shoulders. Tom scooted closer to you, linking your hands together.

"'S just the dress," he whispered, voice rasping in your ear and teasingly nibbling on your earlobe. You shivered, closing your eyes momentarily, Elysia sending you a knowing look, and you grinned, picking up your fork just as the food was served.