GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 11

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

"Oh my god."

You froze, staring at your phone that played the incriminating video on loop. You didn't flinch or even blink. You didn't even hear Tom trying to get your attention from behind you, as his face was suddenly in your view, features turned down.

His voice sounded like it was miles away as you kept your gaze down that your phone.

"What's wrong? Y/N?"

Peeling your eyes up slowly to his face, you didn't speak. You were at a loss for words. You didn't know how to explain what you were feeling, or what you just discovered, despite that you had watched the video at least three or four times.

"Hey."

You felt a hand on your knee, pulling you from your own shock, looking back up to Tom.

"What's going on, love?"

He searched your eyes for an answer when you didn't respond. You avoided his eyes, looking anywhere but his face, staring blankly.

Tom moves his gaze to his hand, which was still in placed comfortingly on your knee. His eyes shifted over to your phone that you loosely held in your hand, the video still playing over and over again.

Tom tilted his head sideways as he carefully pulled your phone from your hand turning it right side up so he could see what had made you go quiet. He furrowed his brows as he watched himself perform, his hips gyrating in a seductive manner. He continued to watch himself make his way to you, the memory coming back to him in waves.

He forced himself not to smile at the next few seconds, but silently basked in it anyways. You, on the other hand, were beginning to see it in a new light. It played over and over in your head again and again like the video, third-person and never-ending. You swallowed hard as you watched Tom examine the video, trying to find the words without letting the tears slip. Your voice was low and broken.

"That's how he found out."

Tom's ears perked up at the sound, making his head snap back up to look at you, unable to keep it together upon meeting his eyes.

Tom spoke quietly, not wanting to upset you.

"Are you sure, love?"

You nodded you head, squeezing your eyes shut, allowing the first few tears to fall.

"Yes," you sniffled. "H-He liked the video a-and follows the account."

Tom nods, despite not wanting to believe.

"I can't t-think of any other way he'd f-find out," you add, concluding your explanation.

You wiped a hand underneath your eyes, trying to dry your tears.

Tom scooted closer to you, resuming his position halfway behind you, wrapping an arm around your curled up frame, allowing you to lean back into his shoulder. He pressed his nose into your hair, kissing the side of your head before placing his chin on top of your head, trying to wrap this situation around his mind.

"'M just trying to think about how he found it," Tom emphasized.

He thought about Alex, and all the shit he had put Tom through just so you wouldn't get hurt.

But you suffered anyway.

What if Alex....

"Fuck."