GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 9

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

You had always been a restless sleeper, having too much on your mind before going to bed, making it difficult for you to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. You didn't really love sharing a bed with anyone either, as you were always afraid that you would toss and turn too much, which would bother them. It had bothered Ryan, his solution being to trap you in his arms so you wouldn't move too much.

And it usually worked, forcing you to fall asleep in one position and not move around as much. But it was nice when you had your bed to yourself, so you didn't have to worry about ruining someone else's quality of sleep.

Tonight, however, you needed someone there with you. And you didn't really care that that someone would be Tom.

Maybe you cared a little. But not because of what ensued with Ryan, but rather due to the fact that Tom had somehow not gotten annoyed or sick of helping you. Especially with your erratic sleeping habits, which were amplified even more after....everything.

Jolting awake and paralyzed with fear, you gasped as you turned to see someone laying right next to you. You flinched as they reached out, trying to put their hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."

The voice was soft, inviting you closer as you whimpered. Your eyes finally adjusted to the dark, with which you were able to make out the distinct features of Tom's face again. But you wanted to be sure this was real.

"...Tom?"

You thought he was smiling, and even if you couldn't see it clearly, you could hear it in his voice.

"Yeah, love, it's me. You're alright."

He gathered you in his arms as you tried to calm down, an inkling of fear still lingering in your veins.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

"Mhm," you nodded, breathing heavily. "It still h-hurts to think that—"

You jumped slightly at a sudden cranking, banging noise, your anxiety making it sound ten times louder.

"S'okay. Just the AC," he debunked, rubbing a comforting hand down your arm as he held you close to his chest. His observation was confirmed as you heard the whirring of the unit, a shiver passing through feeling the cool air.

"Nothing's going to hurt you, I promise," he soothed, trying to get you to relax.

You were stiff as a board, but eventually relaxed all your muscles after a minute, sighing in relief. But that feeling of discomfort resurfaced, so you wanted to try something different.

You were nervous to speak at first, afraid that the whole world would shatter if you were too loud. After a deep exhale, you kept your voice low.

"Can I hold you?"

You didn't feel bold for asking in that moment, but your request tugged on Tom's heartstrings. He wasn't used to being asked, let alone being the little spoon. He didn't mind that he was usually the one holding someone else, but he didn't mind the change either.

"'Course."

He removed his arms from around you as you turned to lay on your back, opening up your arms for him to scoot closer to you. At first, he delicately laid his head on your shoulder with arms and body awkwardly to the side of yours.

"You can... put your weight on me, if you want," you offered.

He shifted over, covering more of your right side as his head laid down on your chest. Your arms came around his shoulders, holding him closer to you, feeling more comforted by the pressure of his body weight.