Revisiting Is Sweeter (Revenge Is Sweet Written Extras)

R.I.S. Extra #3

》 SUMMARY: A planned kiss with Tom to rub it on your ex's face what he's lost. The way it got heated along with the intense (and confusing) emotions that came with it was not part of the plan, though. And someone might just have been a tiny bit...possessive.

》 WARNINGS: football (⚽️) stuff, a case of: is it still pretend? is it not?, angry/jealous!tom, and an intense public display of possessiveness by thomas holland feat. tongue action LMAO.

》 WORD COUNT: 3.8k+

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✉ Tom: shut up

✉ Tom: now come here and give me a kiss

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You couldn't help but roll your eyes, a smile pulling at your lips as you locked your phone and slipped it into your pocket. Adjusting your sling bag on your shoulder, you looked back at Tom who was sitting at the side benches, his leg bouncing, so obviously agitated as he harshly gripped his phone in one hand. He was clenching and unclenching his free hand into a fist, and you didn't need to look to know who he was glaring at.

You didn't dare and try to get a peek at Chase either, even though you could feel his eyes following you closely as you walked by where the team was gathered. You wouldn't even give him any satisfaction by simply acknowledging his presence. He's merely nothing to you now, and you intend to make that known to him as best as you could.

Tom tossed the device into his open bag beside him once he noticed you growing near, standing swiftly with his eyes immediately locking with yours. They were a few shades darker with anger, a perfect match with his clenched jaw, nostrils practically flaring as an added touch.

He was definitely fuming.

Yet you didn't even feel like any of his fired-up emotions were directed at you. Despite his gaze boring right into your own, never did you feel the need to cower under it. Hell, you might go as far and say it was making the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

Tom is very attractive as is. But with him being angry? It was almost as if it added that little push to take that attractiveness to a quite...arousing level.

"Hey, love," Tom greeted once you reached him, voice deep and gravelly as if there wasn't enough indication of just how angry he was.

But you weren't given much time to respond when he quickly hooked one arm around your waist as his other hand landed softly on your cheek, his touch a stark contrast to how he immediately crashed his lips against yours.

Your eyes grew wide in surprise at his sudden fervour, and you would've stumbled back too if Tom's arm wasn't securing you in place.

You expected a kiss, of course, with him asking permission beforehand. What you didn't expect was for it to be so intense.

Yet it was only a split second later when your eyes fluttered close, your hands gripping at his biceps as you melted into the kiss, welcoming the zealous heat he radiated.

And the fire in him never did seize as he let out a low groan, pulling you flush against his chest with a tilt of his head, his mouth now perfectly slotted over your own.

Seconds later, your shoulder felt lighter, only realising that Tom had taken your bag off of you once you heard a soft thump as he gently dropped it on the ground. He wrapped both his arms around your waist then, warmly and securely without the obstruction.