A Midnight Snack (Tom Holland x Reader)
Y/N- Your name
Between studying part time and holding down 2 jobs just to pay for the excess of textbooks you needed, food was the last thing on your mind. On the go coffee and dry crackers with a bit of cheese was the lifestyle you had time for, but in the midst of a midnight craving, you could go for anything.
12:38am. It’d been 2 hours and you still couldnt manage to get to sleep. You’re 6am wake up was looking mighty shit at this point, but the salty goodness of a ham and cheese toasty sounded like it would bring world peace. Chucking your robe on, you made your way down the stairs of your Kingston townhouse you shared with your boyfriend, Tom.
After being with Tom for 3 years it only made sense that when he moved out of his parents home (just a stones throw away), that you moved in with him. Regardless of the fact that he was away so often filming and doing press, he wanted to be able to come home to you. You had just come back to your old share flat from the movies one day, pulling in to the drive way, Tom shut off the engine to take your hand in his. ‘Y/N love?’ his voice shifted as he called your attention. ‘What is it Tom?’
‘I was thinking, I love you and everything.’
‘We’ve been together for 3 years you dipshit, I’d bloody hope you woul-’
’-move in with me, please? When I move out next month, I want you to come with me. I plan on having you in my life for a fucking long time Y/N, and I just want to know that no matter where I am in the world, I’ll have someone who loves me the way you do to come home to.’ It caught you by surprise, and maybe you weren’t ready, and a little unsure, but you knew what you wanted.'It’s about bloody time Thomas.’ - The chilled surfaced of the kitchen tiles shocked your feet as you made your way over to the pantry. Searching for the loaf of bread you needed to get this ham cheese toasty show on the road, a soft hum caught your ear, which slowly turned into a deep snore. Making your way out of the kitchen and across the hall to the living room you found Tom tucked in the corner of the lounge. His tousled brown locks hung over his drooped head, framing his face so they covered one of his eyes. Curled against one of the yellow cable knit cushions you had specifically said were for decorative purposes- he had one hand resting underneath his head while the other layed across his stomach. To your delight, he wore a total of no shirt whatsoever, revealing a spectrum of his hard work at the gym. This paired with the grey sweatpants he sported that hung low on his hips, you had never seen a more perfect vision.
As re runs of Love Island played on the television you crept lightly across the carpet, taking a seat on the lounge next to his head.
'Tom? Darling?’ you cooed to him as you carefully moved the hair out of his eyes. Taking your hand softly through the length of his soft curls, he stirred.
'Mm? Y/N?’ Hearing him say your name so dazed made you laugh a little. You slid your hand down, taking his cheek in your hand and as you leaned down to peck him sweetly on the lips you so longed to touch, he swept you up turning you on your back, pinning you beneath his tensed arms.
'TOM! I thought you were asleep you dick!’ you accused, hitting him on his chest.
'Well I was! It’s your presence love, I can sense it, it calls to me. It’s like spidey sense’
You stared at him blankly, 'you are so full of shit’.
'I know, but you love it’ he winked slyly.
Tom bent down taking a finger slowly down the side of your neck. You could hear his breathing, steady and constant. When he kissed you hard in that moment, biting your lip, inhaling your very being with all the love he had, you almost started to forget about your ham and cheese toasty.
'As much as I am loving this and am very excited about where we could take it, I did come down here for a purpose’ you stated affirmatively.
'And what would that be darling girl?’ Tom had started to move lower, you had barley realised he was attending to the sensitive spot just above your hip.
'A ham and cheese toasty.’
'You’re telling me you would rather be having a cheese toasty right now?’
'Well a HAM and cheese toasty, and yes, I’m STARVING’ you whined, slightly child like.
Sighing slightly, Tom rolled to his right off of the lounge, taking a hand through his misplaced hair. He offered you a hand up.
'C'mon then. Let’s get the lady what she needs.’
You took his hand, getting off of the lounge, you both made your way back to the kitchen, Tom holding you firmly by your waist, almost guiding you. Opening the pantry you started looking for the loaf of bread again when Tom stopped you. 'Just what do you think your doing my sweet?’
'I’m getting the bread out, you grab the sandwich press.’
'No no. My girl wants a ham and cheese toasty, that’s what I’ll give her.’ 'Come here’ he said coming chest to head with you. He clamped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you, sitting you on the kitchen bench.
'I’m gonna make you the best toasty you’ve ever bloody had.’ You laughed at him, appreciating him all at the same time. As he threw some packet cheese slices and some left over ham on some bread, you questioned, 'the BEST hey?’
'Of course!’ He chucked the hot toasty on a plate bringing it over to you. He slipped himself to stand between your legs, 'open up then’ he said as he brought the toasty to your mouth. Taking a bite you were fulfilled with satisfaction, your late night craving slowly being cured. 'Mm that’s amazing.’
'I told you sooo’ Tom sang successfully. You finished off your much needed snack in a solid minute flat. Putting your plate to the side of you on the bench, you wrapped your arms around Toms neck, pulling him closer into your grip.
'So is there anything you can’t do?’ you drew circles on the back of his shoulder, kissing his jaw, moving swiftly to his lips. You pulled away to look at the kind brown eyes you fell in love with all those years ago.
'Of course not love. I’m Spider-Man.’
•This is my first piece of writing for Tom Holland. I know it’s short and kind of terrible but I hope you like it xx