•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut II

Hands Off ~T.H

I recently read The Deal by Elle Kennedy and it inspired me to write this, all copyrights to her! The series is sooo good so check it out!

YOUR POV
You never thought that it would get like this when you started dating the captain of the football team at Bay University. It was all good, heck even great until one day where you had to end it.

No one saw it coming, not even you but it had to be done. When you broke up with Tom, everyone seem to know about it instantly. What did you expect? Everything that happened to Tom on campus spread faster than high school gossip.

You had told him some bullshit about wanting to see other people and not spend the next four years of college in a relationship that wouldn't even last. He knew it was bullshit answer but he didn't say anything to you and now you knew why.

A small part of you couldn't help but be happy that he did it in the first place, it meant that he really cared. However, the other part of you was enraged. Who did he think he was? How much control did he think he had over you?

You walk into his apartment building, not having the patience to take the elevator, and go to the second floor. The second you reach the familiar door, you charge forward and knock on.

"You're sick and delusional." You tell him when he opens the door to his room, not giving him a moment to even take in your presence as you push him aside and step in. The door closes behind you and you turn around to face him. He was half naked, bare chest and nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes hold no remorse when they meet yours.

"It's nice to see you too, baby." He says as he takes in your look now.

"Oh my God. You are unbelievable."

"What did I do?" He asks as a sick smirk grows on his lips.

"You issued a campus-wide hands-off rule. You can't just go around telling all the guys on campus that they're not allowed to touch me. Like who does that?"

"I guess I do. I didn't tell all the guys on campus, do I look like I have that kind of time?" He flashes a grin. "I told a few key people and made sure they spread the word." He says casually and shrugs his shoulders.

"Why would you do that?"

"I was doing it for your sake."

"My sake?"

"Because you're in love with me, and you don't want to date anyone else. But see, I was afraid your stubborn self would try to do it just to back up your bullshit story, so I had to take some preventative measures. You're welcome." He finished smugly.

You couldn't help but laugh. Like actually laugh, not a little chuckle or something, but a full on grabbing your stomach to stop it from hurting type of laugh. There's a small click on the door before his roommate walks into the room.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting." He says when the door closes behind him, not cutting in between us but choosing to sit at a desk next to the door.

"No, not at all." You tell him then walk past Tom and towards the door. As you're about to reach for the knob, you feel Tom's hand reach for you.

"Oh, hell no," He announces. "No way, (Y/N). You're not running off on me."

"I came here to yell at you," You stammer. "And now I'm done yelling at you, so..." He sighs.

"Can we have a minute alone Cole?" Tom addressed to his roommate. Cole doesn't retort but gets up and leaves the room again.

Tom steps closer to you and a small yelp escapes your lips him his hands touch your cheeks. "Great, you're done yelling. Now I want you to talk to me, and you're not leaving until you do."

"I don't want to talk."

"Why did you break up with me?"

"I already told you—"

"I know what you told me. I didn't believe you then and I don't believe you now." He sets his jaw. "Why did you break up with me?"

"I hate you." You knew you were lying, he knew you were lying.

"(Y/N), I know you didn't mean what you said. I'm doing this so you'll come to your senses."

"Just shut it down." You repeat.

"No, tell me why you broke up with me."

"I don't want to be with you anymore." Another lie.

"Baby, I know you better than anyone else on this campus. You did not want to break up with me. Tell me." He did know you better than anyone else in this campus. You hated this, he would be so mad when he found out the truth.

"Shut it down Tom." You say a little more quietly this time around.

"Tell me the truth." He says through gritted teeth.

When you don't answer, you could see the frustration grow inside of his eyes. Should you just tell him? Would it make all of this better? Before an answer leaves your lip, he's backed you up against the wall and crashes his mouth onto yours.

You melt, you simply melt and let him do whatever it is he wanted to do with you. He kissed you roughly, desperately, a kiss hungry enough to make up for all the days and weeks of missing your lips on his, leaving you both breathless.

You don't pull away. You just kiss him back with the same hunger and passion as he was giving you, your hands finding their way from his neck into his dampened hair.

That's how he knew you still loved him. That's how he know you missed him as much as he missed you. And that's why he wrenched his mouth away and whispered, "Why did you break up with me?"

You hesitate, looking deep into his eyes. It wasn't worth it, loosing him over something that you had little to no control over. Your lips quiver as you struggle to find the right words to break the news to him.

"It's your dad. He - he threatened to stop paying your tuition if I didn't break up with you. If he did that, you wouldn't get to play football anymore and I know how much it means to you." His hands drop to his sides and he stares at you, unable to comprehend what he just heard.

You visibly see him swallow. Then swallow again. "What?"

"I know you don't want to give up football Tom, I just made it easier for you." You quickly try to cover up.

"(Y/N), you mean more to me than some dumb sport and you know that."

"Yeah, I know. I just couldn't risk it and have you putting the blame on me." His brows frown.

"No, I'd blame him for being a bad father who doesn't care about his son, just keeping his reputation."

"Tom, that's not fair to him. Just-" He put his finger on your lip to silence you.

"Here's what's going to happen," He says quietly. "You're going to wait outside for me while I get dressed, and then you and I are going to—I don't care where we go. Your dorm, my car, anywhere. We're going to go somewhere, and you're going to tell me every word that son of a bitch said to you." He takes a breath, looking down at his feet.

"Everything."