Intervention (Tom Holland)

                                    

                                          

Requested by oohanlon08: Y/N and Tom are out clubbing with their friends and Y/N is dancing in the middle of the floor. She doesn't take much notice when all the guys around her are staring and trying to dance with her, but Tom does and starts to get very jealous and angry, so he pulls Y/N out and takes her home without telling her why. When they get home, she's very angry at him for ruining their night out, so Tom explains why he did what he did. 

"I cannot tell you how ready I am for this night out." I scoffed and shook my head, my fingers putting my last earring in as I sat down on my boyfriend, Tom's lap as we sat around in our living room with our friends and Tom's brothers.
"Honestly me too, work last week was absolutely hectic." My friend sighed and shook her head as I put my arm over Tom's shoulder, and he curled his arms around my waist before resting his hand on my thigh.
"Try flying to all seven continents in the span of five days." Tom chuckled.
"Yeah, that was a long one." I nodded in agreement.
"Oh, please, you flew in RDJ's private jet, stop over-playing your hardship." Harrison scoffed, making us all laugh as Tom's hand gently massaged the skin of my thigh. Tonight, Tom and I were winding down from a week of travelling and press for his newest 'Spider-Man' movie by having a night out with my friends and his brothers out clubbing. I was more than excited, especially as Tom and I had barely had five minutes to ourselves in the last week, let alone a whole night of getting drunk, so I was looking forward to a night that would undoubtedly end in a drunk make-out and sex session.
"Okay, taxis are here in ten, so everyone get two shots down your necks before they get here." Sam nodded as he stood in mine and Tom's kitchen, pouring out shots of vodka on the island.
"Yes, let's get this party started!" Harry laughed, making us all cheer and whoop as we stood up and headed to the counter. I grabbed two shots before handing one to Tom, my boyfriend giving me a thankful smile as we clinked the glasses together before downing the sour liquid.
"Fuck me." I coughed and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Gladly." Tom flirted, making me smirk and playfully roll my eyes as we clinked our second shots together before downing them too. I groaned and coughed, the bitter spirit making my chest burn as I looked at Tom.
"Let's go." I smiled, making him return it and peck my lips before taking my hand.

Tom and I stood in the middle of the dance floor, alcohol making both of our heads numb as we danced to the music. I smirked and bit my lip, Tom returning my expression as our foreheads were pressed together and my arms hung over his shoulders as his hands gripped my waist. I leant up and pressed our lips together, Tom returning it and smiling into it as my eyes fluttered shut. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth, turning it into a make-out session as we casually made out on the dance floor.
"As much as I fucking love this, I need another drink, the buzz is wearing off a little." He yelled over the music as he broke the kiss and looked at me.
"Okay. You go, I'll stay here." I nodded.
"You sure that you don't want to come with me, darling?" He checked.
"I'm having fun, I'm okay." I smiled. He returned it and shook his head.
"Okay, love. Don't move, I'll be back in a few. He stated, making me nod as he leant down and pecked my lips before disappearing into the crowd. I continued to swing my hips to the music, my eyes fluttering shut and my drunk mind not having a care in the world as I continued to dance and enjoy my night.