#jeolousy

😮‍💨 if I was betrayed and put in prison (lost my promotion and love of my life) , I would want some vengeance too!

Edmond, I feel the same 😭

Reminds me so much of Sylus

genre: Fluff? idk tbh

pairing: jealous!Tom Holland x actress!reader

workcount: 1.3k

warning: some implied mature themes (?)

request? yes : “how about a tom x reader where the readers a actress or something and one of his brothers has a crush on her? lol, thanks ❤️” ~nonny

a/n: sooooo i got carried away :) + in not sure if i got the request right? but i hope you all like this anyway. ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMMMM

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Tom scowled across the table. His hands fidgeted in his lap as he watched you, his girlfriend, laugh and talk with his brother of all people. The same brother who just so happened to have a huge crush on his girlfriend.

Harry laughed at one of your jokes. Reached out, he placing a hand on your exposed shoulder as the both of you rocked back and forth from laughing.

Tom’s blood began to boil as he watched the two of you, especially with Harry having made a pretty bold move. He clenched his fists, knuckles pure white, and tensed his muscles.

You were wearing that dress for him. Not harry. If anything, Tom should be the only one allowed to touch you. It was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for the success of Endgame and Y/n’s first feature film: Incognito. He clenched his jaw now, eyes zeroed in on you.

“Hey..kid.” A hand came down to rest on his shoulder. Following the arm, Tom looked up at Robert, who quirked an eyebrow at him. “Something up?”

He just shook his head in response, loosening up a little. “I’m not feeling the best right now. Must’ve been something i ate.”

The older nodded understandably. “You need a ride home then?”

“I think i’ll be okay until the dinner’s over.” He said, using a forced smile to avoid suspicion.

“Alright, i got you. It should be over any time now.” Robert squeezed his shoulder lightly before letting go. “Hang in there, kiddo.” He gave him a knowing look and wink before turning back to talk to Scarlett and Chris.

Thankfully for Tom, the dinner ended shortly, and he was ready to get the hell out of there. He stood up, said his goodbyes, and walked over to you. You were still talking to him of course.

“Hey babe.” He walked up beside you, wrapping an arm firmly around your lower waist.

“Well hello~” You cooed at him, smiling brightly. “Harry and I were just having a wonderful conver—“

“Yeah i’m thrilled to hear that.” He cut you off. His tone was laced with sarcasm. his face had a deadpan expression. “Ready to go?”

You furrowed your brows at him. Glancing between the two Holland’s, you slowly nodded. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, stomach’s bugging me. Must’ve been something I ate.” He gently pushed you along, still holding your waist tightly. “Bye Harry.” He mumbled, making eyes contact with the younger.

It looks could kill, Harry would be six feet under.

The walk out to the car was silent except for the rather unnecessary slam of Tom’s door. He didn’t speak a word to you, didn’t look at you, nor did he have any expression.

He gripped the steering wheel, his fingers drumming against them as his mind replayed the events at the dinner over and over again.

You looked at your amazing, but obviously jealous, boyfriend. A small smirk rested on your lips as you looked back at the road. You knew what you were doing. Of course you did.

The world might know Tom as the adorable, nerdy, witty, outgoing fluffball, but you knew he was a man that had a jealousy issue. And you just loved to poke the beast.

You thought back to the first time you noticed this side of his personality. It was during the time he was still shooting for Endgame. Of course you wanted to support your lover; so on the days you too weren’t shooting, you came to watch his scenes.

Tom had grown into the habit of looking at you and either grinning, making a heart with his hands, or just waving. So one day when he looked over to smile, he was surprised to find you chatting with one of the stage managers. A rather good looking one at that. His smile disappeared, and he quickly got up and walked away from your line of sight.

That night was one rollercoaster as he pouted (adorably you might add), and whined about the whole escapade.

You nearly laughed at the memories; but looking at Tom right now. He seemed a lot different than that night.

“Tom?” You asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t turn to look at you. “Oh so now you want to talk to me.” He grunted with no expression other than pure sarcasm.

“I—“

“No. No. i don’t want excuses.” Tom shook his head as he turned the steering wheel to pull into the drive way. “I just think it’s crazy how my own girlfriend doesn’t want to talk to me all night.”

He slammed to brakes, causing the car to jerk harshly to a stop. You let out a small gasp in surprise but got no remorse from him. He got out, walked up to your shared home, and disappeared inside leaving you to your own thoughts.

You sucked in a deep breath as you unbuckled yourself and followed his path.

You began to regret your choice after seeing Tom like this. Obviously he was hurt by it, and now it was starting to hurt you to see him like that.

You pushed open the front door, placing a hand on the side wall to unstrap your heels first.

“Hey..Tom?” You called softly. No response.

Must be in the bedroom. You thought to yourself. Walking down the hallway you still called for him.

“Listen, I’m sorry—“ You opened the bedroom door and took a few steps forward. Glancing around, you were surprised that he wasn’t there.

“what the—“ You were cut off by your own yelp in surprise when two hands reached out of nowhere and grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

Tom looked at you, his face still expressionless, but his eyes told the story. He was furious with you. But he wanted payback.

He raised his eyebrows a small smirk working its way onto his lips. “You don’t really think that i don’t know what you’re doing?” He said his hot breath washing over your neck, sending goosebump trails down your spine.

He placed a soft kiss against the skin of your neck. “Is this what you wanted?” He bit down, immediately finding your sweet spot, evoking a gasp from you.

“Tom-“ He kissed your neck again, effectively keeping you from speaking a fluid sentence. “I—I was just, ah, just teasing.”

“And I’m not just teasing?” Detaching himself from your neck, he moved back slightly. He didn’t look up at you immediately though, being that he was quietly admiring the dark spot forming on your skin. He smiled slightly at his work; now everyone knew whose you were.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He moved his face closer to you. Your cheeks started burning? “You haven’t seen asshole yet.”

His hands left their place on your wrists to firmly grasp your hips. He smashed his lips into yours in a desperate, passion filled kiss. You hands moved up, resting on his chest for a moment before intertwining in his dark curls.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes tightly getting lost in the feeling. His hands slowly rose up the side of your form fitting dress and then—

He was gone.

You opened your eyes to see him walking away, leaving you as a hot mess.

“Told you you haven’t seen asshole.” Tom shrugged, walking nonchalantly out of the room.