To Love Me| Tom Holland x Male Reader

20

"What are you gonna today?" I ask Tom while he gets off of me to start the day, walking out to the kitchen.

"I don't know,"

"What about Tomorrow? It's your birthday Tom," I say ever so slightly depressed, thinking that he turns 24 and the gap only gets larger.

"I don't know, Come here," Tom answers, asking me to meet him in the Kitchen.

I meet him in the Kitchen and lean against the door frame, I look at him on his last of 23.

"I-... I have no idea how to cook stuff," Tom says shyly and cutely, looking at me asking me to make stuff.

I roll my eyes and nod my head, "Sure, but you need to learn one day," I say scratching the back of my neck, walking to the sink to wash my hands. I dry my hands to see Tom take out stuff for me to make something.

"Okay, I'll make something for us but can you answer me?" I ask starting to make something.

"Okay, Shoot," Tom says allowing me to ask away. I look at him sceptically.

"What are you gonna do for your twent-y, Twen-ty. Twenty-Fourth Bi-Birth-Day?" I choke out, then look away starting to speed up.

"Y/N do you talk about something?" Tom asks kindly but laced with worry, he puts his arms around my waist burying his head in the crook of my neck.

"Tom, I'm fine, Just what are you doing tomorrow?" I insist again, wanting to know what he's gonna do.

"I- Probably will hang out with the fam, and Might go golfing, I don't what else... Can I spend it with you?" Tom answers unsure about tomorrow, innocently making puppy eyes, asking to spend it with me tomorrow.

"You need to stop with those eyes, YES, Yes I will," I confirm asking him to stop tripping me into doing anything he wants by making the eyes that make me swoon.

"No, I don't wanna," He says babishly, continuing to look at me with a pout.

"Please, I'm cooking I don't wanna do something stupid," I desperately ask him.

"Okay," He whimpers getting off of my neck and removing his warm body heat, making my smile drop a little.

I finish making stuff and drop on the table going through my phone. I put it down and admire Tom's perfection. I prop my head up in my hands, keeping it up.

"Tom..." I say having no idea what to talk about.

"Hmmm," Tom hums saying that I've got his attention.

"I don't know what to talk about," I say dumbfounded.

He moves his hand over to mine slips it under mine, looking at me he pulls it up tightly gripping it.

"I just want you to be happy," Tom says sweetly after swallowing, fluttering me he smiles warmly.

This feels like a fantasy.

"Aww, I- Thanks I want you to be to,"

"Tom, I'll do whatever you want and won't complain, And I'll be whatever you want," I say emphasising 'and' leaning closer to his face looking deeply into his chocolate eyes I could just fall into and drown.

"Good To Know," Tom suspiciously, nods his head, making up something in his head.

I wonder what he's gonna do to me tomorrow.

I hope it's something...

Fun...