yessss your request are open!!!!! could you do a tom blurb where he is super clingy and just wants to spoil you because he is going away again soon and buys you all these nice gifts which are wayyyy to expensive
a/n: um yeah this was something else, tom spending an insane amount of money on his s.o. is hot to me
word count: 1815
warnings: references to sexy time and angst and fluff and also cursing cause i like cussing
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“Tom, did you make sure to pack your lucky shirt?” You asked, digging through the drawer the two of you share. He stood behind you, sliding his hands around your waist, spinning you around to face him. You laughed as you put your hands on his chest, the two of you smiling.
“You worry too much, Y/N,” He said. You shook your head in disapproval as he gently pushed you against the drawer, pinning you against him.
“What is this?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Trying to get more time out of me before you go?”
“Oh, yes darling,” His voice turned into a growl, “but that’s not the only thing I want from you.”
You looked at him, then giggled, realizing what he meant. You started kissing him, and he picked you up to bring you onto the bed with him. Your hands tangled in his hair, his hands on your waist; pulling you closer into him. He couldn’t let you go; not now, not ever. Your lips moved in a way so thrilling, the sensation sent chills down your spin. You loved feeling his warm lips on yours, you did your best not to think about how long he would be gone as both of your clothes were left in a pile off the bed.
Your bodies moved together through muscle memory, you’ve been together on this bed a hundred times before. Yet, this time felt different. Almost as if he couldn’t let go of you, he couldn’t let you out of his sight. Everything you did, he was behind you, watching you like a little kid. Perhaps this was a metaphor for how Tom felt about you, like a little kid again. You made him feel that puppy love, the love that people search their entire lives for. You have had your arguments, like any couple would, except your fights were mainly about his status in Hollywood. How busy he was because of this, how closely everyone watched the two of you. You and Tom did your best to keep your relationship as private as possible, but that was only to a certain extent. He was never able to promise you a normal life, but he made sure to give you a grand one.
“I think we should go shopping,” Tom said as he put his clothes back on again. You smiled, Tom’s insane job came with plenty of benefits- the wealth being one of them.
“Where should we go?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you began to pick out an outfit.
“Wherever you want, darling,” He answered, walking over to were you stood in the closet. Your eyes met, and a smile grew on his face.
“Wherever?” You probed, keeping eye contact with him.
“Yes, wherever,” He confirmed, then placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I know you like to keep a low profile...” You trailed off, you realized you didn’t want to complete that thought. You would never put him in a situation were he was uncomfortable. “Actually, never mind.”
“No, what is it?” His eyes met with yours again as you turned to face him, only half of your outfit on.
“There’s just a place in the city I’ve been wanting to check out,” You revealed. “But, I know we’d be seen there, and I don’t think I want to deal with that on the last day here before you leave.”
“Oh, I remember you telling me about that store,” He responded.
“Yeah, it’s okay though, I’ll go after you leave,” You explained. “Should we get some food?”
You moved your attention back to getting dressed, rummaging through countless outfit ideas. Tom was awfully quiet, and you wondered why he didn’t respond to you.
“Tom?” You called out, but there was no response. You finally decided on an outfit, then left the closet to see that Tom wasn’t even in the bedroom anymore. You rolled your eyes, how nice of him to just leave in the middle of your conversation. You walked down the stairs of your home the two of you shared in his hometown. Your shoes echoed on the floors of the quiet house, the place was too big for just the two of you. When Tom would leave for projects that were months on end, you were miserable. Nothing to fill the silence, except your own thoughts- and that wasn’t always pleasant.
You turned the corner to find Tom putting his coat on, and texting someone on his phone.
“Ah, finally love, are you ready to go?” He asked, then pulled you into him. He kissed you, softly, before returning back to his phone.
“Where are we going?” You questioned. You stared at him as he started gathering his things, not answering your question. “Tom?”
“Huh?” He shot back. You tilted your head at him, confused.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you’re playing dumb,” You smiled at him. He flashed you a grin, then put his wallet in the pocket of his jacket. He grabbed his keys, and put a hand on your lower back.
“Are you ready? Do you have everything?” He questioned as the two of you walked towards the door.
“Yeah, I think so,” You responded.
“Perfect!” He exclaimed, then the two of you walked out to the car. He was being overly nice right now, opening and closing the car door for you. Putting on your favorite music- which, for the record, he never does when he’s driving. You wanted to question it, but honestly, you didn’t want him to stop.
“I can’t remember,” You started. “How long are you filming this next movie?” You asked, looking at the window to be welcomed with the typical English skies, grey and gloomy.
“Uhh,” He let out. Your eyes darted to him, and he had a questionable look on his face- like he didn’t want to answer.
“How long?” You deadpanned.
“Long,” He whispered. You licked your lips, you were growing annoyed.
“Thomas.”
“Fine,” He shook his head. “Five mont-“
“Five months?” You yelled. “What the hell?”
“I know! I’m sorry!” He yelled back. “I didn’t know it would be that long!”
You shook your head. “I thought you said three months just a few weeks ago, what happened?”
“I thought you didn’t remember,” He shot back, giving you a glare.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” You said.
“Let me make it up to you,” He whispered, he was trying to move the conversation. “Please.”
His eyes met with yours again, and you nodded your head. You were annoyed, but you could never stay mad at him. He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into your leg. The rest of the ride was just the two of you singing along to music, and him moving his hand from your leg, to your face, to your neck, all over. He never failed to make you feel loved.
He pulled his car into a spot, and the two of you stepped out into the cold atmosphere of London.
“You didn’t have to do this,” You explained to Tom. “You know people will recognize you here.”
Tom shook his head, “I don’t care.”
He pulled you into him, his hand around your waist, your hand around his. The two of you walked into the shop you were talking about earlier, it was just a small boutique that you saw on Instagram, but their clothes were really cute. You spent a few minutes looking around, holding up clothes to Tom, asking what he thought. He was never the most helpful with shopping, he thinks everything looks good on you.
“Wait a damn minute,” You said. You grabbed a sweater that had caught your eyes, then held it up to Tom. “I think I need this.”
“It’s really cute, babe,” He agreed. You smiled at him, then added it to the collection of clothes he was holding in his arms for you. You kept looking around, adding more clothes and jewelry to your pile. You finally gave up, determining you have successfully looked through the entire store. You walked over to Tom, and your mouth flung open.
“Um, I am not getting all of that,” You said to Tom. “That’s way too much, let me put some back.”
He shook his head, then started walking towards the cashier.
“Tom? What are you doing?” You called after him as he kept walking. He ignored you, placing everything on the counter as the cashier started ringing everything up.
You looked at him, and he looked back at you. He had a smirk written all over his face. You tried to be discreet in front of the cashier as you whisper-yelled, “Are you crazy?”
He looked down at you, “Let me do this for you.”
“Thomas,” You began, then your eyes widened as you saw the cost. “It’s almost a thousand dollars, you’re not doing this!”
“Yes I am,” He shot back, his smile growing.
“Thomas Stanley Holland,” You growled out. He kept ignoring you, and gave the cashier his credit card.
“I wish my boyfriend would do this for me,” She joked as she took the card from him. You and Tom gave a half-hearted laugh, as you gave him a side glare. You couldn’t believe how much money he was spending right now, you knew he felt bad for leaving, but there are plenty of other ways to make it up to you. Like, sex, or a date night. The cashier handed you your bags, and the two of you walked back to the car.
“You’re ridiculous,” You let out, but you had a smile on your face.
“I know,” He agreed, looking at you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he opened the car to put the bags in. You started to walk towards the door, but he locked the car.
“Where are you going?” He asked. You looked back at him, confused.
“What?”
“We’re not done, we haven’t even hit Saint Laurent yet,” He responded. “That’s my favorite store!”
You laughed, then walked over to him. You pulled him into you, rubbing your hands on his back. Your cheeks were tired from smiling so hard, and you pulled out to look at him.
“I love you baby,” You said. You placed your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him into you. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. His warm lips tasted like mint, and he smelled heavenly. His arms moved up your back, landing in your hair, gently tugging as his kissing turned more rough. You laughed against his mouth, breaking away from the kiss.
“Slow down there, big guy,” You whispered, your eyes sparkling despite the gloomy skies. “We’re in public.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a shit,” He responded, then pulled you back into him.
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