tom holland oneshots

oversized hoodies and teddy bear cuddles T.H.

requests: Clowning on tom for wearing a really baggy oversized hoodie

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"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was looking in a mirror." You had just come into the kitchen where Tom was making his tea with the kettle. "Is that your boyfriend's, too? I always steal my boyfriend's hoodies; they're so oversized." You spoke dramatically, raising your voice to seem like the stereotypical high school girl. You giggled while grabbing a mug out of the cupboard. Tom rolled his eyes at you, moving the kettle from the hot burner to the one that wasn't on.

"Ha-ha," He spoke sarcastically. "I think it's a good style."

"Maybe if you were Ariana Grande."

He gives you a sour eye and you burst into laughter again.

"What do your fans think of this fashion mishap?"

"Mishap?!" He turns around with a hand on his hip and eyes widened. "This is not a mishap."

"Oh yeah, just like the baggy jeans wasn't a mishap."

"You said you liked them!"
You laughed again before holding your hands up in surrender. "If you could style it nicely, yes, I would."

"Wow, rude." He turned his back to you as he returned to making his tea. You laughed again before coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and leaning your head on the back of his shoulder, kissing over the hoodie.

"You look like a toddler who just got hand-me-downs."

"I was the one giving the hand-me-downs."

"And look at where you are now, movie-star." You bit your tongue while the nickname slipped out, biting back a laugh, holding your grin. Tom groaned, heading up towards the sky at your remark.

"You can't deny I look hot as fuck."

"I never said you weren't hot." You defended. "But you being pretty has nothing to do with some sketchy fashion choices."

"What if I just like sweater paws?"

"Do you also want cuddles, baby? Or a teddy bear? I know you love those."

He groaned again while he turned around in your embrace

"Hey, hey, look," You spoke between laughs. "Look I'm sorry." You settled down while he raised his eyebrows as if you were serious. "I am!"

"Sure, baby."

"I'm not the one who looks like a baby here."

"No, but if I became a cuddle monster, you'd absolutely love it."

"I'm touch-starved, of course I'd love it."

He gasped dramatically. "Are you saying my current level of cuddling isn't enough to feed your touch starved self?"

"Your words," you held your hands up again. "Not mine."

"You implied that!"
"Now look who's the baby."

"Y/N!" Tom groaned again and you stuck out your tongue playfully while he whined. "Are my cuddles not enough?"

"Touch is my love language, Tommy. Maybe you're just not fluent in it." You shrugged and sighed dramatically, trying your hardest not to laugh again.

"I am fluent!"

"Sure you are, baby." You kissed his cheek just before leaving the kitchen. Tom was left blinking at the wall before abandoning his tea and racing after you.

"I want cuddles." He announced. You spun around to look at him before shrugging. He huffed and ran in front of you. "I want cuddles right now!"
You shrugged again and he whined, picking you up and bringing you upstairs. You laughed and shouted for him to put you down but he never listened, dropping you onto the mattress and sliding in next to you, trapping you in a suffocating hug. You huffed before giving in.

"Love you," He smiled into your neck, kissing your neck softly.

Your hands ran through his curls as you hummed. "Love you too, big baby." He whined again and you laughed.