Actors Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

$Angry Sex ~ Tom Holland$

Y: You
T: Tom
⚠️WARNINGS:⚠️
Smut • Strong Swearing • Violence • Rough
(First person)
{16+}
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Tom and I started off with a rocky start to our relationship, but we built up our love and don't fight as much as we used to.

Until today.

I'm around Tom's house because I didn't want to be at home and plus. Tom has a very comfortable bed!

Y: Tom!
I yell from the top of the stairs waiting for an answer.

No reply.

I groan stamping my feet downstairs and peering my head around the corner seeing that Tom had been a little preoccupied with his phone.

I tiptoe towards him keeping my mouth shut as I notice him liking other girls posts.

My heart skipped a beat as he zooms into her. Steam almost came out of my ears.

I stay quiet for a while, watching him search throughout Instagram, liking each girl post in a row.

Y: Tom!
I screech making Tom jump up dropping his phone.

T: Hi...baby.
He hesitates.

Y: W- What we're you looking at?
I query him, frowning at his sudden movements.

Toms eyes loose their color, showing contact with mine.

T: Baby, I promise. It was nothing.
He reassured me, caressing my cheek.

I push him away gently staring at the ground.

Y: Why we're you looking at o-other girls?
I cross my arms slightly still facing the ground.

Tom sighed lifting up my chin with his thumb and index finger as our eyes interlock, watching as the evening sunset glistened through the windows, reflecting off Tom's beautiful eyes.

T: It was nothing. I see you look at men all the time, it doesn't matter.
Tom chuckles letting go off me.

I scoff staring him down and narrowing my eyes.

Y: I do not look at other me-
I express.

T: -Yes you do Y/n, I'm not stupid.
Tom mutters, cutting me off.

Y: Do you really think that low of me?

T: Right back at you.

I groan tugging on my hair in frustration. My eyes darted towards his, admiring his angry, lustful eyes.

Y: I'm so sick of your fucking bullshit!
I scream.

T: Stop being a prissy bitch!
Tom conveys, yelling at me.

I laugh sarcastically.

Y: I'm a prissy bitch?! You know what I've been busting my ass trying to make our relationship work and all you've done is stare at other girls asses and tits!
I cry almost of the verge of breaking.

T: And you don't think I haven't been working at our relationship as well?!

I frown staring at the floor in despair.

Y: I-I just don't think we're going to work out.
I pronounce with my voice breaking.

Tear droplets form into my eyes, making almost everything go blurry.
The burning sensation I felt ran down my cheek and past my chin.