tom holland oneshots

the rebound

warnings : smut, cursing

summary : tom pulls a ross geller and says the wrong name

word count : 1400

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Thrust after thrust, he was moving fast, hard, and mercilessly. Your hands were moving everywhere, clawing at his back and running through his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

"So tight," he growled by your ear, and you moaned in response. 

A few more thrusts, and Tom was getting louder. "Fuck, Kass," he said.

You froze, ears perking up and eyes growing wide as your eyebrows furrowed. "What did you just say?"

He stopped moving, arms holding himself up as he looked at you. "I... said your name."

You scoffed, "No you didn't. You said your ex's name."

"It was an accident-"

"Do you even want to have sex with me?" you exclaimed, and Tom's eyes went wide in surprise.

"O-Of course I do!" He stuttered out. 

"No," you pushed him away and out of you, reaching for your clothes on the ground. You scoffed again, "What? I'm just some backup, second choice for when shit doesn't work out with Kassandra? Is that it?"

"Y/N, please, stop-"

"No!" You yelled at him, putting your shirt on. "I don't wanna fucking talk to you ever again," you spat out, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and going to the bathroom for your accessories and condiments. Tom was putting his boxers on while you were maneuvering around the room. 

"That's not- please, let's just talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is," he grabbed your wrist to stop you from moving. 

You looked him dead in the eye, jaw squared as words formed. "Don't fucking touch me," you growled, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the room and down the stairs, catching Harrison's attention on your way out. 

"Y/N! Y/N slow down, I need to talk to you!" 

"No," you spun around, knocking him in his chest. "You need to get your fucking shit together -- get your shit figured out. Stay the fuck away from me," you yelled, slamming the door on your way out. 

Tom was left panting by the door, defeated as his shoulders slouched. Harrison had a cup of tea and a magazine in his hands. 

"Mate.. what was that about?" 

Tom exhaled in frustration, running his fingers through his curls. "I.. said my ex's name." 

"Like- like during-"

"Yeah," he spoke fast, abruptly. 

"Holy fuck, Tom." 

Tom rolled his eyes, marching up the stairs angrily and flopping down on his bed. 

Meanwhile, you were crying in the driver's seat, on the phone with your best friend. Lucky for you, she was home, so you were headed that way. Your hair was a mess, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking. In a rush to get out and away, you had hastily thrown everything into your backseat, but now you didn't have any water with you, or something to calm your breathing. Sucking it up, you pushed down on the gas pedal a little more, running through a yellow light, head pounding.