GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 8

warning: this story will contain mature content such as language, drugs, and sexy, smutty scenes. nsfw 18+ pls!

*some domestic violence, which i do not condone, will follow...pls read at your own risk!

You remembered being nervous about Tom and Ryan seeing each other again and you were right about the feeling.... but not the justification.

That's what brought you to your current situation of being pressed up against the kitchen entry wall, where no one would be able to see you, with Ryan's hand covering your mouth, his breath fanning over your face.

You spoke your muffled objections against his hand, trying to wiggle away from him but he continued to close in on you, practically pressing his entire body into yours.

But his demeanor..... was maliciously calm as he smiled.

"Shh....I know what you did, babe. I've always had a feeling," he proclaimed, his voice low.

"Now...you're gonna calmly tell me how long you've been seeing him or I'm gonna ring your pretty little neck and then beat the shit out of him....well, actually, he's getting it either way, so," he shrugged.

His hand uncovered your mouth, but it remained close, grazing over the side of your neck.

"Are you fucking insane?!" You kept your voice low, trying to comply with demand.

"No, no. I think you're the crazy one, babe. Cheating on me like that... with him," he emphasized.

"It was part of the show.... and that was it, you fucking asshole," you growled, growing more frustrated that your boyfriend was literally threatening you against a wall in your own apartment.

"You're fucking lying," he spat. "You think I'm some kind of idiot?"

"You're acting like one! How could you not believe your own girlfriend?" you countered.

"I won't believe her when I know she's lying."

You scoffed, over this entire conversation. "I told you, the kiss was part of the show. It was my birthday, remember? Something you were too busy to care about."

Ryan clenched his jaw, pressing his knee in between your legs to keep you snug in your spot as you struggled against him.

"Will you get the fuck off me? I told you everything!"

He didn't move, his voice and demeanor becoming darker. "No. There's still something you're not telling me....he's still around for some reason—"

"What the fuck are you—he's Harrison's friend, I swear! They met after that night—"

His hand crept over to hold the side of your neck where his thumb curled around over the front of your throat, lightly pushing into the pressure point at the base. Your breath hitched as you tried to squirm away, but his other hand held your chin up to look at him.

"I don't believe that you haven't fucked him since then," he accused.

"Every time I'm not around, you're with him....don't think that I don't know about it, you stupid slut."

He felt your throat move under his thumb as you swallowed, threatening to push harder, but you spoke anyway, your voice weak.

"We're done."

You tried to push against his chest but he pressed his thumb further into that spot, cutting off your air. You choked as you tried to pull his hand away, but his other hand held the length of your neck, digits pressing into the sides while his palm pushed down into your windpipe.