battle of the sexes (two) - tom holland
pairing: tom holland x female!reader
summary: college!tom au - What do you get when you pair up two people who want nothing to do with each other for a psych project titled “Battle of the Sexes”? Loads of sexual tension; and maybe just a tad bit of hatred.
a/n: this low key sucks im srry i wish it was as good as i wanted it to be lol but it’ll get better!! promise! unedited btw so srry if there’s some mistakes
“So, how’s this project going to work?” Zendaya muttered from behind you, catching up to the pace you were walking.
Your chest heaved up and down as the matter continued to press your thoughts, nerves flowing throughout everyone in the room as people’s demeanor’s glazed over with shock; except Matt Hardy’s, as he had an arm slung around Karen’s shoulders, a look of disgust contorted across her face.
You visibly cringed and scoffed, slowing down so Zendaya could meet you. She sighs from beside you, making your way to Hedley Hall, the dorms where the both of you lived. The halls were ghostly, barely anyone in sight as you attempted to calm yourself over what was actually happening right now.
“I don’t want to have to be near… Harrison, for an entire month,” Zendaya’s voice laced with nerves and a faint breath of flush. This brought slight amusement to your lips as you turned to her with a small smile, reaching over and lying a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Hey! Harrison’s a good guy. He just unfortunately happens to be friends with Fuckface,” you shout, hitting her softly on the arm.
She shrugged, looking around the area in sight of him, face softly tinged as she scratched her forehead and looked down, “I guess.”
Chuckling lightly you two continue to your rooms, approaching Herman’s Hall, the dorm area directly across from the female area. You always despised having to trek the short yet agonizingly slow ten minutes across the male dorm rooms. You would grasp the straps of your backpack tightly as your eyes stayed focused on your phone, coffee in hand as you crossed the dining area, not daring to look up as you were afraid of merely coming on slight contact with him. It wasn’t that you felt small, insecure traipsing through the large area; it was the fact that you loathed even looking at Tom for seconds at a time.
Seeing his feet propped up on the table in the sitting area, white tee sometimes hung loosely on his frame; while other times its hugging his chest firmly. His hands grasp with seduction around a girl’s thin thigh as her noticeably visible ass cheek peeks from underneath her four-sizes-too-small pencil tightens around her slim waist.
Your eyes always find their way in the back of your head and your fingertips dig into the palms of your hands as his lips shoot you that familiar smirk as she leans in a presses a sloppy kiss to his bruise-covered neck.
He was the goddamn worst.
You break your thoughts and walk through, Zendaya quietly scrolling through her phone as you seemingly keep your eyes peeled for any sign of irritation among the hallway.
“You know, I think this project won’t be as terrible as we think,” Z speaks up, stopping her scrolling on Instagram to look over at you.
Your face distorts, eyebrows furrowing as you stop in the midst of her stare, your hand flying up to stop her from moving; eyes narrow in confusion as she peers back, her elegant features emitting uncertainty, “I’m sorry, what?” you press, tongue clicking the roof of your mouth as her eyes scatter to settle on anything else besides your intense glare.
She shrinks along with her demeanor, her pretty eyes supporting her lips as they both frown in embarrassment, “I mean, it may be just because my partner is Harr-”
“What’s up, Z?” you hear from behind you, her face quickly brightening as her features lit up at the sight of Harrison walking towards the two of you.
Internally groaning, you whip around a plaster on the fakest smile you can emit before stepping back next to Zendaya, “Oh, hey Harrison!”
His bright blue eyes smile with his lips as he shoots you a polite gaze, shifting immediately to look softly at the girl next to you. You smugly look over at her, witnessing his change of demeanor gravely.
The people that were once taking up space in the living quarter were in their dorms now, so all that stood was the three of you. The air grew calm and you realized that this was the only time in your three years on campus that Herman’s Hall felt easy. You felt as if you didn’t have to hold your breath walking through the usual lively area, bustling with hoots and hollers of untamed, rude, and horny boys (yes, boys and not men) running through the entryways day and night.
Someone carve a fucking plaque for this.
That was, until your keen senses grew disturbed, your ears perking as not the sound of Zendaya and Harrison’s major flirting hit your eardrums; but the thumping of converse stomping the tiled flooring growing closer to your figure by the second.
You didn’t even have to turn around.
“Woah! What in the hell do we have here?” the British voice escaped his thin lips and ran a shiver through your spine and to your fist.
The two of them stop their conversation and Harrison has a look on his face, reading ‘Tom for just this once could you please, fuck off?’ and you understood perfectly because you had shared that look so many times before.
Harrison turned, sighs clapping Tom on the shoulder, “Nothin’ mate. We’re just talking.”
Zendaya closes her lips in a tight line and rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, hands clasped together in front of her as she began to sense the tension growing from your still figure.
Tom’s arms folded across his chest, the sleeves of that goddamn white tee tightening around upper half of his muscular arm. Sunglasses adorned his greasy-looking hair, yet somehow fitting the look he had going on nicely.
You internally groan before mirroring his actions, defensively tightening your jaw as Tom’s gaze fixated from Harrison to you, those lips aiding his hazel eyes to radiate that complacent look; tongue running smoothly across his lower lip.
You reach over and tug on Z’s arm, pulling her still figure towards you in an act of irritation, “We were just leaving,” your eyes shoot an apologetic look to Harrison for attempting to yank Zendaya away.
“Y/N, c'mon! If you want to screw me for the next month we have to be able to speak to one another, love.” His body grew closer to your heated figure, lips dripping with words like venom as he grasped his upper arm in defense.
The air surrounding just the two of you pressured down onto your shoulders, jaw clenching as his eyes scaled the features hardened across your face in complete fury.
You seethed, letting go of Zendaya and stepping even closer to him, scoffing, “Am I that transparent?”
Tom allows that signature smirk to come into play, decreasing the proximity between both of your fiery bodies. His sculpted jaw tightened as you soon became an inch from his face, breaths mingling as it felt as if a thick cloud of hatred rained over the two of you.
Your eyes lazily looked down, lids hooded as you outlined his lips, attempting to weaken his state as much as possible.
Provoke him as much as he does to you.
You whisper against his mouth, your state could easily be confused for a sultry one, yet your fists were clenched down by your sides, “I want you, I need you.”
Tom’s brown orbs flickered from your lips to your dark colored eyes and he swore that there was some kind of invisible force slowly yanking him into your sly exterior for some kind of unknown reason.
You then quickly broke the trance only he seemed to be consumed by, stepping back quickly and muttering one last time between both pairs of lips, “Oh, baby. Oh baby.” Your eyes traveling to the back of your head once more before and just like that you were a halfway down the hall, turned around and flipping him the bird.
Zendaya shot Harrison one last look before following you to your dorm. Tom stood there, eyes widened and breath heavy as he just stared into a void, shook.
But, as you muttered to yourself over and over how much you fucking hated Tom Holland’s pure existence on this earth, Tom was standing in the middle of the room, staring at your forgotten figure; he sighed. The asshole couldn’t do anything but sigh as his best mate chuckled at him.
Yet all his mind could ask him was how he would get through this next month with the girl he absolutely despised, with the sexual tension he dared to muster for you.
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