Tom Holland Imagines

Hot Tub//P.P. Blurb

"This went beyond our reach," Peter sighed as he embraced you tightly, tears streamed down his face. You softly coaxed him by whispering sweet nothings into his ear, "I'm so sorry, I should've been with you at all times."

You had just been sent on probably the riskiest mission you'd ever had, but something went wrong and you were captured. Peter saved you before you could even get a scratch, but that didn't stop him from completely breaking down.
"It's okay. You did what you had to, okay? I'm fine, I'm here, there's not a single scratch on my body, I promise," You softly whispered as you rubbed his back.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom's door. Both of you pulled away from the hug and looked at Tony, who was leaning on the doorframe, "You two need to have a bit of fun. Go out, get drunk, I don't know, frankly I don't care. Just... Please relax kids," He pleaded after he noticed Peter's red eyes and puffy cheeks. Tony turned to look at you and you sent him a soft nod to assure you'd help your boyfriend relax.

Once Tony left, Peter turned to look at you again. He wiped the tears away, "I'm sorry for freaking out. You're probably stressed too and I'm not helping."

"Hey, relax, it's fine, I swear. C'mon," You extended your hand and he took it without much thought, "Let's sneak into Tony's private spa. He said he doesn't care what we do so... We can even steal a bottle of his expensive champagne if you want. How does that sound?"

Peter smiled at you and laughed for the first time in hours. He nodded, "Yeah, but if we get caught I'm totally blaming you."

You hit his shoulder, "It's your fault we aren't allowed there anymore! Should I remind you what you did?" You teased, Peter rolled his eyes, "No thank you, let's just go before I get too lazy."
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You had been sitting on the tub next to Peter in silence as you drank champagne when he sighed and cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn't holding the glass, "I love you so much. I promise I won't let anyone touch you again."
"Kiss me," You whispered as you looked into his eyes and softly bit your lip, "Please."

Peter smiled and pulled you so you were sitting on his lap, "You don't have to ask," His thumb brushed your lip. He put both of your glasses by the edge of the tub and leaned in until his lips touched yours.

His hands slowly slid all over your body as you kissed him just as slow, savouring every second like it could be your last.
You could taste the traces of champagne on his mouth and Peter could taste the strawberry chapstick on your tender lips. His hands gave your hips a squeeze and you giggled softly in response at the ticklish feeling.

Your hands grasped his brown curls. You tugged on them softly to bring him closer when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

His hands moved to your ass and accommodated you better on his lap. You pulled away from the kiss bit by bit and moved your lips to his neck. You nipped at his soft skin, not worried by making marks all over his neck.

Peter cupped your chin with one of his hands and he connected his lips with yours once again in a messy kiss. Your teeth would clash and your noses brush, but you were so into each other that none of you cared at all.

A whistle broke you two apart as both of your heads whipped to the door that led to the hot tub. Bucky and Sam were standing behind the window, whistling. The long haired man didn't hesitate to shout, "Who knew Parker could get it?!"
You threw your head back and groaned in annoyance. It had been the second time during the week that something like that had happened, "Fuck off!"

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