Tom Holland Imagines

Kitchen Nightmares (Sam Holland)

*Your POV*

"(Y/N)! Stop! I'm trying to measure how much olive oil this needs. Stopppp—" Sam giggles as I stand up on my tip toes behind him leaving kisses on his neck. He carefully tips some olive oil into the cooking pan.

"Fine." I pout, crossing my arms in playful anger.

"Dork." He mumbles, briskly turning around to pull me into his chest, before turning back around still holding me. Now I'm pinned between him and the counter as he cooks dinner. He leans down and kisses my cheek as he stirs the pan.

"Ah! My eyes! Sam and (Y/N) are being romantic over my dinner!" Harry shouts suddenly, filming it all for his Instagram story. I turn to the camera, roll my eyes, and flip him off.

"Well maybe you could make your own dinner then...oh wait, that's right...I'm the only twin who can cook." Sam says to Harry, tilting his head condescendingly. Harry gasps and ends the video, rewatching it and laughing at the result.

"This is gold!" He chuckles as he sits down at the island, watching us cook...well...watching Sam cook. Sam begins to kiss my neck, watching the pan from a sideways angle to make sure nothing burns. His grip on me tightens, and he puts his body even closer against my back.

"Woah—" I scold, pretending to be reserved.

"You love it," Sam says in a particularly thick British accent. I giggle as he leaves hickeys on my neck.

"Oh my god! Stop it! Now it's actually disgusting! I didn't need this mental image burned into my brain!" Harry yelps, jumping off of the stool he was sitting on and scurrying away. I laugh aloud, and Sam chuckles into my neck, unfazed by his brother.

"I love you." He whispers.

I turn around to face him, my back to the pan. I kiss him on the lips, before pulling a away and whispering back, "I love you too."

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[First Sam one! I kept it short and sweet...hope you liked it <3 ~M]