•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Love Me ~T.H

YOUR POV
He was over an hour late for dinner. What did you expect? He's been like this for months. He was constantly missing dates, ignoring or declining your calls, reading your messages but not replying, and worse of all, he didn't even touch you anymore. You couldn't remember the last time he kissed you as if he loved you, or the last time the two of you made love. It was driving you crazy. You craved him and his attention, but it just seemed like you wouldn't be getting any time soon.

You had taken a shower and even dressed nicely while you were waiting for Tom to come. You heard the garage door open and a car pull into the driveway. He was finally home. You took out the food you had prepared from the oven, as you were trying to keep it warm until he came. You set up the table and placed the food on it. You make your way to the living room to greet Tom as he entered the house.

"Hey, darlin'." He said as he walked into the house. He gave you a quick peck on the forehead. On the forehead, not the lips as he used to do.

"Hey, babe." You mumbled softly, then take a step away from him.

"Why are you dressed so nicely?" He asked as he took off his jacket, hanging it on a rack before making his way into the large kitchen. His eyes go wide. You could tell he was taking in the food that was sitting on the dining table.

"We planned to have an at-home dinner tonight, remember?" You casually say as you stood next to him, crossing your arms.

"Oh shit, that was today?" He asks, then turned to face you. You simply nod and bite your lip. To say you were disappointed in him was an understatement.

"You were over an hour late Tom, and you couldn't bother to text me and let me know you wouldn't make it." You point out to him.

"I'm sorry but I'm here now so why don't we just eat? I'm starving." He says, then moves to take a seat at the dinner table. He didn't even sit next to you. He sat across from you on the other side of the table.

You roll your eyes in frustration and take a seat on the other side. You watch him as he started to dig into the food that you had prepared. You made some steak with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables.

"This is so good babe." He comments as he continues to eat the mashed potatoes.

"Thanks." You simply say in response. You look down at your plate, playing with the food that was on it. You weren't hungry anymore.

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks you as he pauses from eating. You were tired of feeling like this without him knowing. How would he be able to fix it if he didn't even know there was a problem?

"Uh, yeah." You tell him.

"What is it?" He sits back in his chair, ready to listen to what you have to say.

"You just act like you don't care." You blurt out.

"What?"

"Recently, you've just been acting like you don't care." You repeat to him.

"That's absurd. I do care. I'm just stressed out and busy with work. You know that." He says then returns to the meal. You watch him as he takes a spoonful of the mashed potatoes. He slowly drags his eyes back to you.

"It doesn't mean you can forget about me, Tom. You committed yourself to this relationship which means that you committed yourself to me, my feelings, and my needs."

"I'm well aware of what being in a relationship means." He says through gritted teeth.

"You don't act like it anymore Tom. It's like you know you have me now so it's not worth putting in the effort anymore."

"That's not true (Y/N). Look, I'm sorry that I made you feel like I don't care. Can we just put it aside for now?" He says, then takes a bit of the steak.

"It's a little late for that, Tom." You say, crossing your arms over your chest again.

"Well, what do you want me to do (Y/N)?" He asks, rolling his eyes with irritation.

"What do I want, Tom? What do I want? I want you to love me. I want you to grab me by the waist and kiss me like you mean it. I want you to bend me over this fucking table and fuck me until I can't move my legs because you haven't touched me in any way for the last three months!" You yell at him. He sits there and doesn't say anything. You were so over it.

"You know what? Forget it." You get up from the dinner table and angrily storm up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. He says he cares, but he stopped acting like it months ago.

Minutes passed and you were still alone in the bedroom. You had expected him to follow you and at least try to make up with you, but he didn't. This just proved your theory more, maybe he didn't care for this relationship anymore. With that, you undressed and changed into your sleepwear. You were about to climb into bed when you heard the front door close.

Was he leaving?

You quickly headed downstairs. You didn't see him in the kitchen or the living room.

"Tom?" You yelled in the house. No response. Then, you heard the garage door open for the second time that night. You ran back to the bedroom and peered out the window. There, you saw as his car backed up from the house and made its way onto the road.

So, he'd rather run from his problems than face them? Okay.

You were beyond sad, you were beyond angry, and you were very disappointed. However, you chose to not let it bother you. If he didn't care, why should you? You climbed into bed and soon enough drifted into sleep.
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You were asleep when you felt the weight of the bed shift along with a soft kiss against your lips. You squint your eyes and turn in the opposite direction to look at your alarm clock. It was almost 3 in the morning.

"(Y/N) darlin', wake up." Tom's voice speaks out. Had he just gotten home? You sat up from your current position of laying down.

"Tom, what's wrong?" You asked as your eyes adjusted to the room's new light.

"We need to talk," Tom says, then scoots up to sit closer to you. He seemed serious.

"Sure, we can talk. First, I wanna know where did you go?"

"I went for a drive. I just had to think. I needed space to think." He said and laid his head back on the headboard. "I'm sorry for not answering you at the dinner table."

"It's okay. I might have come on a bit too strong." You state and sit up on the bed.

"No, you were right. I have been acting like I don't care and my career is not an excuse." He takes your hand and places it in his, kissing your knuckles.

"I do love you (Y/N). I love you more than anything in my life right now darlin'. I hate that you think otherwise." He states.

"I need you to make me feel like it."

"I will. I promise you I will. I'll be on time for all of our dates and dinners, I'll grab you by the waist and kiss you like I mean it, and I'll bend you over the dining room table and fuck you until you can't walk." He says repeating the words that you had told him earlier that night. You could help but laugh at that, causing him to do the same.

"I accept your apology." You reply. You shift over to settle yourself on top of his lap, leaning into a passionate kiss. He pulls away and starts placing mini kisses along your face.

"I love you." He whispers once he is against your ear.

"I love you more."