After I brushed my teeth, I went back to the bedroom because I thought Tom is gonna lay there on the bed pretending he's so hurt because I didn't give him the attention he wanted. But no, when I came in, Tom wasn't there.
*boom*
Tom: Fuck!
I heard it from the kitchen downstairs. It sounded like something heavy made from iron fell on the floor.
I laughed to myself and went downstairs to the kitchen.Y/n: Babe, what are you doing? *I say while giggling*
Tom: Making breakfast obviously..
Y/n: What's with that attitude? *I laugh even more*
-He just killed me with one look. Then he looked back at whatever he's doing there where I can't see because I'm standing a few steps behind him.-
Y/n: Awwww... Are you maaad?
-I came behind him and hugged him from behind-
Y/n: Does my baby need more attention?
-Silence-
-I giggled-
Tom: It's not funny..
Y/n: Actually, it is Tom. You are 25 years old and yet, you're still acting like a baby.
-I let go of him and sit behind the table.-
Y/n: So, are you gonna tell me what are you making there or should I just go to the Caffè instead?
Tom: Hell no! You're staying right here!
-Silence-
Tom: Oatmeal....
Y/n: huh? What was that?
Tom: Oatmeal.. I'm making you an oatmeal.
Y/n: Wait really? I love oatmeals! How did you know?
Tom: Eeeh... I just know it..
Y/n: Is it another "spy thing" you do..?
Tom: Who knows...
Y/n: Tooom!!
Tom: ...Sorry.
-I sighed-
Y/n: Well, I'm actually scared what else you might know about me.
Tom: Didn't I told you I know everything?
Y/n: I'm starting to think that you know things about me that I don't even know about myself.
Tom: .....
Y/n: .....
Tom: Who knows...
Y/n: Oh my God.. Okey.. Enough of this conversation. I'm getting really-
*So much things to say but there's so little time. So how do I say goodbye, to someone who's been with me for my whole damn life....*
Tom: What's that?
Y/n: Oh! It's my phone ringing!
I got up so fast I almost fell.
Tom: Why are you in such a rush? You should run like this just when "I" call you..!
He said the part "I" really... Well, let's just say he made it clear. But I don't really care. I always run like that when somebodys calling me. What if it's something important? You never know. I mean, it always turns out to be just a "chat chat" but that just makes me happy.
I somehow ran up the stairs successfully without breaking my legs, made it to the bedroom and jumped after my phone.
Then I freezed. Should I pick this up? Tom has ears everywhere... But.. I already have 5 missed calls, this doesn't have to be another one.
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Y/n & Tom Holland <spicy>
FanfictionHe crashed his lips into mine, picked me up, went over to his double bed and laid me down, without breaking the kiss. He took off his pants, before he joined me in bed and towered over me. He took his shirt off, in one swift motion, putting his abs...