Requested by _miedelas: Y/N is a supermodel and has been dating Tom for two years. They never have to stay away from each other since their work never clashes and so Y/N always goes to Tom's sets and Tom always goes to Y/N's photo-shoots and runways. When Y/N gets a show that clashes with Tom's work, she goes without telling him since he knows that he'll either not want her to go or he'll drop everything to go with her. She tells him how sorry she is on the plane and then when she gets back, two weeks later, they have makeup sex.

I lay on the set, my bicep pressed to the paper and my head propped up by my hand as my other arm lay in front of my lingerie-clad body and my right leg was neatly folded in front of the left. I pouted at the camera, my hair stumbling perfectly over my shoulder as the photographer snapped the photos and my boyfriend of two years, Tom, watched from behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes flicked up to him, making him smirk and wink at me in response. I tried my hardest not to let my pout turn into a smirk, my mind knowing that that would ruin the photos if I did. I was lucky enough to be a supermodel, and was even more lucky to have been the girlfriend of world-famous actor, Tom Holland, for the last two years. As far as celebrity relationships went, ours was pretty fucking perfect. We were lucky enough that because we worked in different sectors, our schedules rarely clashed, and so for the entire time that we'd been dating, we'd barely been separated by our work. When I had photo-shoots and runway shows to do, Tom would come and support me, and when Tom had to go to another country to film a new movie, I'd go with him to support him. It was a perfect arrangement, and we loved getting to spend so much time together.

"Okay, and...done! Brilliant session, Y/N, as always." The photographer smiled as I stood up from the paper.

"Thanks, John." I returned, giving the man a fist bump before heading over to Tom. He held up my silk dressing gown, making me playfully roll my eyes at the fact that my boyfriend was trying to get me covered up as soon as possible since we were in the presence of another guy.

"I'd have thought that you'd want to hug and kiss me whilst I'm still only in underwear." I teased, making him chuckle and bite his lip as I took the robe from him and pulled it onto my body before tying the chord up.

"Why would I want to do that here, in public, when I can do that whenever I want at home?" He flirted back. I playfully rolled my eyes, making him smirk as he leant down and kissed me. I returned it, my hands holding his face as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer.

"Seriously, though, darling, amazing shoot. You looked gorgeous." He nodded as he broke the kiss and looked at me.

"Thank you, Tommy." I smiled, making him return it as he pecked my lips again.

"Y/N, can I have a word?" Kiera, my agent, asked as she walked towards us.

"Course, yeah. Back in a moment, Tommy." I nodded as I left his arms.

"Yeah, no bother, love." He returned, making me blow him a kiss and him goofily pretending to catch it. I chuckled and shook my head as I followed Kiera around the corner into the other part of the studio.

"What's up?" I asked as she turned to face me.

"I've been asked to book you for the Victoria's Secret runway show that's coming up in Milan." She nodded. My eyes widened.

"Oh, my god. That's huge, oh my god!" I squealed.

"It is, you really should be proud of yourself, there's only one problem. It's next week, and they're wanting to book you for two weeks." She admitted. My smile dipped, my eyes wavering and a sigh leaving my lips as my heart plummeted to my feet.

"Tom's fully booked for the next two weeks. He wouldn't be able to come." I gulped.

"I know, and I know that you guys love to be able to stay together when you work. For what it's worth, though, I think that you should go. If Tom really loves you, he's not going to stop you from going to such an important job that will change your career for the better." She nodded.

"My worry isn't that he'd stop me, my worry is that he'd cancel his stuff and risk his career to go with me." I sighed, my eyes wavering and my lip in between my teeth as I thought. I didn't know what to do. Tom and I had been extremely lucky in that our schedules hadn't happened to clash yet in our relationship, but we both knew that it would come eventually. I knew that Tom wouldn't stop me from going to such a big opportunity, my worry was that he'd cancel his own photo-shoots and interviews to go with me. I sighed and bit my lip, my mind only reaching one conclusion as I looked back at Kiera.

"I'll take it, Kiera. And, well...I'll just not tell Tom." I sighed a defeated sigh. Her eyes widened slightly.

"Sorry...that's your solution? Not telling your boyfriend of two years that you're fucking off for two weeks? He's going to think that you've been kidnapped or something!" She exclaimed.

"For fucks' sake, Kiera, of course I'll tell him, I meant that I'll wait until I'm on the plane and in the air so that he can't stop me or can't drop everything to join me. I don't know what else to do." I shook my head. She sighed and nodded.

"Okay. I'll tell them that you'll do it. Plane leaves next Friday morning at eight a.m. Be there." She nodded before walking away. I sighed and chewed on my lip, my heart already thumping more in anxiety over not telling Tom until I was on the plane. I didn't see what else I could do, though. If I told him, I risked him asking me not to go or him dropping his own work to join me, and that wasn't an option. I sighed again and headed back through to the main room, Tom looking up and smiling at me as I walked in.

"What was that about, love?" He asked as he curled his arms around my waist, and I hooked mine over his shoulders.

"O-oh, you know, just...admin stuff for a job that I'm working tomorrow." I lied with a nod.

"Nothing interesting, then." He smiled, making me laugh and shake my head.

"No. Not at all." I returned the smile, though my heart dipped in sadness about the fact that I couldn't tell the love of my life about the amazing opportunity that I'd just been booked for. Not yet, anyway.

I sat on the plane, my heartbeat so loud that I could hear it in my ears as I stared at my phone. I tapped my foot nervously against the cream carpet, my gaze looking up and checking the clock on the wall every few seconds. It was nine a.m., I had been on the plane to Milan for an hour now, and Tom would be waking up at any second. Meaning that I was expecting the call from him, asking where I was. As if on cue, my phone started to buzz against the arm rest, my boyfriend's smiling face and name on the glowing screen. I gulped harshly, my heart in my throat as I took a deep breath before picking the phone up and pressing the green button.

"Hey, Tommy." I gulped as I held it to my ear.

"Hey, darling, where are you? I woke up and you were gone." He chuckled. I bit my lip harshly and tried to keep breathing.

"Please don't freak out. Promise that you won't freak out." I winced. There was a pause.

"Um...okay...if whatever this is is major enough for you to think that I'm going to freak out, I'm not going to promise to not freak out." He spoke slowly. I gulped again and looked down at my lap.

"I'm on a plane to Milan." I admitted.

"You-what?!" He scoffed.

"Last week, when Kiera came by to talk to me at the photo-shoot, she wasn't talking to me about admin stuff. She told me that the Victoria's Secret runway show in Milan wanted to book me. Victoria's Secret, in Milan, Tommy." I nodded to myself as I tried to sound as excited as I felt.

"Love, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you, it's amazing, but what I don't get is why you're not telling me until you're literally on your way there!" He exclaimed.

"Because it's for two weeks, and I knew that you were fully booked up for this whole fortnight. I knew that you'd either not want me to go, or you'd drop everything to come with me, which I didn't want, so I figured that I'd just tell you once I was gone." I gulped.

"Darling, what the fuck?! I would have loved to go with you, what the hell?!" He scoffed.

"And you would have dropped your own work to do it." I sighed.

"Okay, but that was my choice to make, sweetheart." He retorted.

"I know, Tommy, and I'm sorry. Look, I know that you're mad at me and I completely understand that, but just know that I'll make it up to you when I get back. I promise." I nodded. I heard him sigh.

"Yeah. Alright. Have fun in Milan, and good luck with the show." He mumbled. I couldn't help but let my heart fill with love, as even when he was pissed off with me, he was still being supportive and loving of what I was doing.

"Thank you, Tommy. I love you, and I'll see you in two weeks." I responded before hanging up. I sighed and relaxed back against the chair, my heart still pounding but my shoulders feeling a little lighter at the fact that he finally knew what I'd been hiding. I'd have to make it up to him, but that was okay.

~Two weeks later~

I unlocked our front door, my eyes immediately darting up and into the house to look for Tom as I pushed my suitcase over the threshold.

"Tommy?" I called out tentatively as I shut the front door. My heart leapt in my chest as he wandered out from the living room, my boyfriend's jaw clenched, and his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at me.

"Hey, love. How was Milan?" He mumbled.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy, I know that I should have told you, but you know why I didn't, I'm sorry." I sighed as I hooked my arms over his shoulders. He rolled his eyes and returned my sigh as his arms reluctantly unfolded and moved to wrap around my waist instead.

"It's alright, darling, I just wish that you'd told me and given me the option to decide myself if I wanted to drop my jobs to join you or not. I mean, you looked amazing on that runway, I would have loved to be in the front row." He scoffed.

"I know, Tommy, but I'll make it up to you." I promised.

"Yeah? How?" He questioned. I bit my lip, my heart once again leaping in my chest as only one way came to mind.

"I think that I have an idea." I nodded, making him look at me as I leant up and joined our lips. He returned it immediately, our eyes fluttering shut as I held his face in my hands and his hands gripped my waist. I curled my hands around his neck to pull him closer, making him smirk into it as he deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

"God, I missed you, sweetheart. Could have warned me that I was about to go for two weeks without sex." He mumbled, making me laugh against his lips as he pulled on my thighs and picked me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist.

"You're right, I should have at least warned you about that bit." I teased. He smirked and shook his head as he carried me to the sofa in the living room before lying me down on it and crawling over me. He leant down and reignited the kiss again, our lips moulding against each other as our tongues and teeth clashed. Every movement was making the space in between my legs wetter, my eyes fluttering shut as Tom broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Please, Tommy, hurry, I need you." I gulped, his hands quickly unbuttoning my top and exposing my lace-covered chest to him as his lips feverishly left love bites against my skin.

"Don't worry, love, I need you too. I want to taste you and then I'm fucking you, I'm too horny to wait to do anything more." He scoffed. I laughed at his words, my gaze following him and my hands landing in his curls as his lips quickly trailed down the valley of my breasts and to my stomach. My breathing started to get more shallow, my heart starting to race again in anticipation of what we were about to do as his fingers once again undid my jeans with impressive speed. I lifted my ass so that he could pull them down, my thong coming down with them and exposing my clit to Tom as he gently put my legs over his shoulders.

"You ready, beautiful?" He checked as he pressed soft kisses to the insides of my thighs.

"Please-." That was all that Tom needed to hear before delving into my pussy. His lips made quick contact with my clit, making me gasp loudly and immediately pull on his curls at the already amazing feeling.

"Fuck." I choked.

"I missed your taste so much, love, you taste incredible." He hummed into me, making me choke again and arch my back off of the sofa as he ate me out. His lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of my folds and occasionally teasingly dipping inside of me as the knot started to build. He pulled me closer as his arms curled around my legs, his hands sprawling out against my stomach to pin me down as he buried his face into my pussy.

"Tommy, holy shit, fuck." I moaned, making my boyfriend smirk against me as I pulled harshly on his curls and arched my back off of the sofa as my mouth hung open.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" He cooed, another moan slipping my lips as him talking sent yet more vibrations through me as my orgasm got closer with every movement of his mouth against me.

"So good, please, I'm already getting close, fuck." I choked. Suddenly, he removed his mouth from me, making my eyes shoot open as he stood from the sofa and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I looked at him.

"Tom, what the fuck, I was getting there." I scoffed as my boyfriend also pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free.

"Excuse me, sweetheart, I told you that I was going to taste you and then fuck you. You went to Milan for two weeks without telling me, I'm not letting you cum twice in my make-up sex." He teased, making me playfully roll my eyes as he climbed back on top of me.

"I'm not living this down any time soon, am I?" I chuckled.

"Nope." He smiled and shook his head before starting to push into me. Quiet sighs left our lips, my eyes fluttering shut and my mouth falling open as Tom bottomed out within seconds.

"Fuck, love." He breathed as he dropped his head to my neck.

"You feel amazing, Tommy, fuck." I choked, my hands already curling around his neck to pull him closer as his arm curled underneath me to also push me into his chest.

"You're still on the pill right? Before I cum inside of you to find out that we're not covered?" He mumbled into my skin.

"We're fine." I nodded.

"Good." He returned, making me chuckle and bite my lip as he started to thrust into me. I gasped quietly at the feeling, my head lulling back at the perfect sensation as Tom started to fuck me. Already my knot was starting to build again, it still being there from my previously denied orgasm as Tom's thrusts picked up speed. Within seconds, he was solidly thrusting in and out of me, his hips colliding with the backs of my thighs as his tip perfectly hit my g-spot each time.

"Fuck, I had two weeks without this, how the fuck did you expect me to survive?" he grunted into my neck, making me smirk and pull him closer as he pounded into me. Moans were freely leaving both of our mouths by this point, my boyfriend's lips leaving open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my neck as his teeth scraped against my skin. Every movement of his body on top of mine was working perfectly to throw me towards my orgasm, and I could tell by the tensing arm that was holding him above me that he was also starting to get close.

"Tommy, fuck, you feel so good, I don't know how long I'll last." I choked, my fingers harshly pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as his hips collided with my skin.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I'm getting close too, I'll get us there." He moaned into my neck. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, the symphony of our moans bouncing off of the walls and the smell of sex all around us as Tom continued to fuck me into next week. I had to admit that even though it was somewhat angry sex on his behalf given that I hadn't told him that I was fucking off for two weeks, it was still an amazing way to come home. The knot was unbearably tight in my stomach, Tom's thrusts into me hitting my g-spot and throwing my body towards my much-needed orgasm as I moaned into his ear. Until the knot broke.

"Tommy!" I cried out, my back arching into his chest and my hands harshly tugging his hair as my orgasm hit me. My body was engulfed in pleasure within seconds, my legs shaking around Tom's waist and my entire being shaking underneath him as I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth hung open.

"Fuck, love, holy shit, fuck." Tom moaned as he came seconds later. The warm feeling entered me, his hand gently scratching the skin of my back as his forearm tensed harshly by my head. He muffled the pornographic sounds by further burying his face into my skin, them fading as he relaxed and then collapsed on top of me. We panted heavily, our chests rising and pressing to each other as we came down from the amazing highs. Tom placed a few more kisses on my neck before pulling out of me, making me puff out as he rolled onto the sofa behind me before curling his arm over my waist and pulling my back into his naked chest.

"That was amazing, sweetheart." He mumbled as he leant down and gently pressed kisses to my neck and cheek.

"It really was, Tommy. Good enough of a 'make up' for you?" I asked. He sighed and bit his lip at me.

"Yeah. That plus seeing how amazing you did on that runway. I just wish that you'd have told me so that I could have been there with you." He mumbled. I returned his sigh and looked over my shoulder at him.

"You know why I didn't tell you. You would have cancelled work to come with me-."

"And like I said, darling, that was my choice to make. Look, I love you, and I want to be with you as much as I can be, even if that means that I cancel a job or two for that. Those two weeks without you were really hard." He admitted as he pulled me closer and buried his face into my hair. I couldn't help but smile, the boy having fully entered 'clingy Tommy' mode as a result of me leaving without telling him. Not that that was a problem, I loved it when he was being all clingy and cutesy.

"Okay, Tommy. I promise that in future, if we have a clash with work again, I'll tell you so that you can decide if you want to come." I promised.

"Thank you, sweetheart. For what it's worth, I'm so fucking proud of you for making the Victoria's Secret runway at Milan. I mean, that's so absolutely amazing." He smiled and shook his head, making me giggle and bite my lip.

"Thank you, Tommy. I love you." I nodded.

"I love you too, darling." He smiled, making me return it as he leant down and gently kissed me.