tom holland oneshots

supporting the unsupported (pt. II)

warnings : cursing, implications of sex (boners, lol)

summary : kassandra is back with her degradation... tom to the reader's defense this time

word count : 500

(requested) sorry it took so long, had a shit day again :p

Strike number two. You should've known it was a bad idea to come to another party that Kassandra most likely would've been going to, but it was your week off and you were going to let loose a little at least. 

You hadn't even provoked her. In fact, you didn't even talk to her, it was her that walked over to you in the kitchen. Now, she was corning you into the counter, your cup abandoned by the sink as she kept sipping and chatting away. 

"Hey," she spoke blandly. 

"Uh, hi?" you offered back. 

"How're things?"

"Just fine."

She hummed, sipping her drink and continuing. "So Tom's still with you, I see."

"Uh.. why wouldn't we be together?"

"I don't know.. maybe he realized you aren't pretty."

"That's bullshit."

"How can the truth be bullshit?" She smirked at you, leaning primarily on one leg.

"He wouldn't ever think that."

"Oh sure. If not that then maybe the fact that you're.. well I won't say."

"No, by all means, say it," you challenged.

"Maybe you're not skilled in the sheets. I mean, I remember when we were together-"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" You exclaimed, the eyes of everyone in the kitchen once again turning to you, and just as Tom walked through the door looking for you. 

"Uh.. what's going on, love?" he asked, hand going to the small of your back. 

"Nothing-"

"Just statin' facts, Tommy," she grinned from behind her cup. 

"I thought I told you to stay out of our relationship," he said sternly, head tilting downwards slightly. 

"You did, and I am," she whispered innocently. 

"Bull-shit!" you said clearly, slowly, pronouncing each syllable like you were talking to a child. 

"I thought I told you the truth can't be bullshit."

"Oh yeah? And what would this 'truth' be?" Tom tilted his head. 

"Oh you know.." she trailed off with another wicked smirk. "I'm superior in the looks department, and in the sheets," she sizzled off towards the end. 

Tom looked as though a fuse had blown, and a part of you was worried he would pop a blood vessel, but the other part of you was scared about what was about to come out. The small part of you was also a little turned on, but a story for another time that was. 

"Leave my fucking girlfriend alone," he tried to keep his voice down as much as he could, but it was octaves lower and rasping in the most frightening way possible. 

"Yeah?" she challenged him back. "Or else wha-"

"Don't finish that fucking sentence," he growled at her. "If I hear another remark about my girlfriend, come out of your mouth, I won't hesitate to take things to the next level. Stop harassing us. Now," his head turned towards you, grabbing your hand gently. "if you'll excuse us, we're going to leave. And we won't be coming back."

The walk to the car was brisk, and the wind whipped at your face and chilled your nose, but Tom made no move to slow down, so you kept us as fast as you could, fighting back a grin as Tom fought back what you thought was a hard-on.