Requested by youjichan: Tom and Y/N have a fight over one of them being jealous, and it ends up getting really nasty. They end up fighting seriously and start taking digs at each other, but it ends in a make-out session.

"I cannot FUCKING believe you." I spat as Tom and I stormed into our apartment, and he slammed the door behind us.

"You can't believe ME?! You were the one dancing and flirting with another guy!" He yelled.

"I danced with him, yes, I NEVER flirted with him! You know that I'd never do that to you!" I shouted back as we both stormed into the kitchen, and I turned myself to face him.

"Do I?! Because what I saw sure as fuck looked like flirting." He snapped back. I scoffed and shook my head, tears pricking my eyes at the fact that my boyfriend of two years genuinely thought that I had been flirting with the guy who had grabbed me in the club. The night had started off perfectly, with Tom and I deciding to go out clubbing to celebrate him getting home from the press tour for the third 'Spider-Man' movie. Considering the fact that he'd been away for the best part of three months, we had both been excited to get drunk together, and hopefully end up fucking each other once we got home. But that hadn't exactly gone to plan. Really hadn't gone to plan.

Tom and I stood on the dancefloor, our lips together and his hands roaming my body as I curled my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He smirked into the kiss, making me giggle and let my heart start to race in excitement as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck, my eyes fluttering shut and a quiet moan slipping my lips as he nipped and bit at my skin.

"As much...as I'd love...to continue...turning you on...I need a drink." He mumbled in between kisses. I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled away, making him smile and peck my lips once more before letting me go and disappearing into the crowd to get a drink. I continued to dance, my eyes closed and my hips swinging from side to side without a care in the world as I just had fun with my night. I looked up, my eyes widening slightly as a guy was pushing his way through the crowd to me with a smirk on his lips. I hesitantly smiled at him as he got to me.

"Can I dance with you, love?" He yelled over the music.

"U-um, sure, but nothing intimate. I have a boyfriend." I nodded.

"That's okay, we can keep things respectful." He smirked, making me hesitantly return it as we started to dance. I knew better than to trust any random guy who claimed that he'd keep things respectful, but I'd make sure to keep my distance, and I knew that Tom would be back soon. I continued dancing as if I was alone, the guy trying to catch my eye as he smirked and bit his lip. Suddenly, he took a step forward and curled his arm around my waist, making my eyes widen.

"Woah, that's not keeping things respectful." I scoffed and shook my head as I took a step back.

"No, keeping things respectful is not kissing you." He smirked as he curled his arm around me again, making my eyes widen further. Suddenly, I felt a familiar hand wrap around my bicep, making me yelp out quietly as I was pulled out of the stranger's grip.

"Do we have a problem here?" Tom nodded with a clench jaw as he stepped in between me and the stranger.

"I don't know, mate, do we?" The guy shrugged in return.

"Considering that you had your arm around my girlfriend, yeah." Tom spat.

"Look, she didn't tell me that she had a boyfriend." The guy lied with a chuckle and a shake of his head. My eyes widened.

"What?! Tom, he's lying-."

"Touch my girlfriend again, and I'll fucking kill you." Tom snapped before turning back to me and grabbing my bicep again.

"Tommy, I swear to god-."

"Don't talk. You're already in enough trouble." He virtually growled, making me gulp harshly and my eyes waver as he pulled me out of the club.

"I saw his arms around you, Y/N! I saw you dancing with him, and you're going to stand there and tell me that you didn't dance with him?!" Tom shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I never said that I didn't dance with him, but I didn't FLIRT with him! I swear to god, I told him that I had a boyfriend!" I screamed back.

"Yeah, sure you did, love. Look, it's whatever if you want to open your legs for someone else, but at least fucking break up with me first if you're going to flirt with other guys." He spat. My eyes widened, tears pricking them and my heart jumping violently at his disgusting words. Not only did Tom not believe that I had told the guy that I had a boyfriend, but now he was also slut-shaming me? I wasn't going to let him forget about this any time soon.

"Fuck you, Tommy, fuck you so hard. Tell you what, if you want a girl who will put up with that kind of misogynistic bullshit from you, break up with me and go find someone who is fine to be walked over like that. Because I sure as hell aren't." I snapped back.

"Sure, I will! Because I'm fucking sure that I'll find someone better than you!" He yelled.

"Oh, it'll be so easy for me to find someone better than you too! 'Boyfriend who slut-shames his girlfriend for innocently dancing with someone' is hardly a hard bar to get above!" I screamed.

"FUCKING DO IT THEN!" He shouted.

"I WILL!" I retorted before rushing past him and out of the kitchen before rushing down the hall. I ran into our bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I choked and bit my lip, tears starting to leave my eyes as I slid down the door until I was sat down against it. I shook my head and buried my face into my hands as I sobbed quietly. I had no idea how me dancing with someone had turned into us fighting, and then how us fighting had turned into us insulting each other so deeply and hurtfully. Our fights had never been that had before, and it made me worried about us. It made me worried about if this was the end for us. After all, it would take a lot for me to get past what Tom has said to me, and I was sure that it would take a lot for him to get past what I'd said to him too. But right now wasn't the right time to deal with it. It was the early hours of the morning, we were both still drunk, and so it was better left until tomorrow. Even if I didn't want to leave it. I sniffed and wiped my nose before standing up on unsteady feet. I stumbled drunkenly over to our bed. I lay down on it and rested my head down against the pillow, my eyes fluttering shut and a final tear falling from them as I fell unconscious quickly.

~The next morning~

I sat on the edge of mine and Tom's bed, my teeth nervously gnawing on my lower lip as I relived everything that had happened last night in my head. Everything that Tom had said to me. Everything that I had said to him. And god did I feel awful for all of it, but I also wanted him to feel awful too. Well, there was only one way to find out. I sighed and stood up, my body now clad in a pair of panties and one of Tom's white dress shirts as I opened the bedroom door and headed out. I nervously played with the ends of the sleeves, my eyes timidly searching the apartment for Tom. I saw him lying on the sofa as I wandered into the living room, my boyfriend lying on his side on his phone with a blanket over him and a pillow underneath his head. He looked at me as I wandered in, making his eyes waver.

"Hey, love. You okay?" He asked quietly as he sat up, the blanket falling down to reveal his naked chest and low-hanging sweatpants. I nodded and bit my lip, Tom following me with his gaze as I sat down next to him.

"I-I mean...I slept okay, but...fuck, I really regret everything that was said last night." I sighed. He returned it and nodded as he rested a hand on my naked thigh.

"I really regret it too, darling, especially the comment about you opening your legs. That was so fucked up of me to say. I'm not excusing it, but I was drunk and angry, and I'm so sorry." He gulped and shook his head.

"I'm sorry too, Tommy. I feel the exact same way, I'm sorry for everything that I said, and I was drunk too. Of course I don't want you to find someone else." I choked.

"I don't want you to find anyone else either, sweetheart, of course I don't. I love you so much, and I'm so fucking sorry. I'll do anything that I can to make it up to you." He promised as he raised his spare hand and cupped my cheek with it.

"I'm sorry too, Tommy." I whispered.

"It's okay, my love. We're okay." He nodded with a small smile before leaning in and gently kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to cup his face as we kissed. He smirked into it, making me giggle as he slipped his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss within seconds. Before I knew it, Tom's hands tugged on my hips to pull me onto his lap. I straddled his waist as we continued to make out, our tongues and teeth clashing and his hands desperately pulling on my waist as I gently tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together, both of us panting quietly as we held each other closely. I bit my lip and let my eyes flutter open, Tom's gorgeous chocolate eyes already looking at me as I opened them.

"I love you, Tommy. And I'm sorry for last night." I whispered. He nodded and gave me a small smile as he raised his hand to gently stroke my cheek.

"I love you too, sweetheart. And I'm sorry too." He replied. I gave him a small smile and leant down to hug him, my head resting in his neck as he returned the hug.