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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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ABSOLUTELY ADORED THIS!!

Would you please write about Harrison and reader playing against each other in those bestfriend vs girlfriend quiz? Thank you! ❤️

Best Friend Vs. Girlfriend

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison

Synopsis: you make a Best Friend Vs. Girlfriend challenge for your YouTube channel with Tom and Harrison

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

“Welcome back to my channel.” You waved at the camera with two hands as Tom and Harrison fidgeted and fixed their hair on either side of you.

“Hi.” Harrison said in a nasally voice.

“How are ya?” Tom mimicked his voice as they both made a circle with their hands. You realized they were imitating Jeffree Star and you let out a loud groan.

“This was a mistake.” You laughed at their antics right before Tom and Harrison kissed you on either cheek. You cut the video there and let your intro play. 

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bc im sick and sad, can you do a harry blurb with him taking care of you while you’re sick :)) thank you, love you!

-- clearing out my inbox --

You probably should’ve told Harry you were feeling under the weather before he left for set, but you don't realise just how ill you are until you try to get out of bed a few hours after he’d gone. As soon as you're upright, a surge of dizziness and nausea spreads across you, and you promptly collapse back into the sheets, groaning. Somehow you manage to wrangle some painkillers and water, but then you’re bed-bound - all sniffling, and streaming, and coughing. To say you feel rough is an understatement - you feel like you’re on the verge of death.

When he phones you on his break and you can barely croak an answer down the line, he tells you he’s coming back home immediately. You try to argue with him, complaining about how you’re fine, Harry, but he won’t hear any of it. The guilt you feel is overshadowed by the relief at the thought of being looked after - as much as you like to pretend Harry’s protective streak amuses you, you feed into it just as much as he does.

“Oh, shit, babe. You look horrible.” Harry peers around the bedroom door, eyes taking in the scrunched up sheets, piles of tissues and your somewhat bedraggled appearance.

You scoff. “Oh, if it isn’t my charming, loving boyfriend,” you reply, descending into a fit of coughs at the end. He walks across to you, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed and running a hand over your back to soothe you. “You- you didn’t need to come home for me, I’m fine,” you stammer out, your eyes streaming.

“Liar,” he says, rolling his eyes. But he’s soft with you, helping you sit up against the headboard as he holds up a bag and smiles. “Look through this, I’ll go make you some tea.”

Your eyes are slightly blurry, but you paw through the large Tesco bag and pull out item after item, your heart just about dissolving as you realise Harry had stopped off to get you a selection of your favourite things: chocolate, bath bombs, candles. Even two pairs of fluffy socks. When he reappears with a mug of steaming tea, you just about pull him into bed with you.

“Thank you,” you exclaim earnestly. “You’re so good to me.”

Harry shrugs as he carefully slips into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your side and pulling you so you’re settled between his legs and resting against his front. He holds you in a tight hug, pressing gentle kisses to the side of your face as you slowly work on the tea.

“I do love you,” he says. “I’d be quite sad if anything happened to you.”

You scoff, letting him kiss your cheek again a few times. “I’m not about to die, Harry, I’m just a bit ill.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that. I think I’ll need to monitor you very closely, love.”

You giggle into your tea. “Doctor Holland,” you tease. “Suits you.”

He laughs, nuzzling his cold nose into your neck. “You’re probably going to infect me,” he points out.

“Then I’ll look after you in return,” you promise. You pause to cough, feeling Harry turn away from you. His hand pads over your back. “That’s- that’s how good a girlfriend I am.”

Harry releases a short chuckle. “The best girlfriend,” he promises. “I got us matching socks. Thought we could have a bath, too, if you wanted.”

You put your mug down on the bedside table and turn to face him, gratitude replacing everything else as you stare at the face of the man you love so much. You reach up and cup his cheek, stroking your fingers through his hair fondly.

“Thank you,” you say. “I love you.”

Harry leans in and drops a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, darling. Get well soon.”

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22, 24, and 37, with Tom

Summary: Tom isn’t paying attention to you so you decide to get attention elsewhere.

Warning: Smut, chocking, daddy kink, some Harrison action😉

Prompts are in bold.

You look yourself up and down in the mirror, admiring yourself for your goddess-like beauty. You have on a short, skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline. The dress shows off all your curves and hugs all the right places. Your hair is up and out of your face. The heels on your feet elongate your legs and gives you a sexy look.

Tom gets out of the closet, buttoning up his pants. He walks over to you, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you closer to him.

“You’re not wearing this dress,” Tom whispers in your ear.

“What? Why?” You ask, turning your head to look at him, dumbfounded because you think you look really stunning in this dress. You feel confident.

“Because you look absolutely gorgeous and I don’t want any guy to get the wrong impression,” Tom explains, placing soft kisses on your neck, his hands wandering to your hips, pulling your ass against the growing excitement in his jeans. You tilt your head to the side and flutter your eyes shut at his kisses and his soft touches.

“What about a quickie before we leave? Huh, baby?” Tom asks seductively, his hands now making their way under your dress, tracing your thigh. His hand ventures higher.

“No Tommy, we’re going to be late and I don’t want to keep everyone waiting,” you protest. You turn yourself around, Tom’s hands moving from under your dress to your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“Come on y/n. It’s okay if we’re a little late.” Tom pushes. He leans forwards and captures your lips with his.

You lean into the kiss. One hand going to cradle his cheek while the other one is on his chest. Tom’s hands slide down to your ass, giving them a squeeze. You groan at the action but pull away.

“Let’s go, baby. We can continue this when we come home.” You say, walking out of his arms and picking up your purse.

You and Tom walk to the front door and enter an Uber to take you to a nightclub where you will be spending time with Tom and his friends.

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The raving music and blinding, flashing lights overwhelm your senses. The smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol invades your nose. You hold tight onto Tom’s hand as to not lose him in the big crowd. Tom spots his friends at a private booth and you and Tom sit down at the table that already has drinks on. You greet everyone at the table. The whole table is filled with guys, you can smell the testosterone from where you’re sitting. The only familiar face you see is Harrison, so you two fire up a conversation.

After a few drinks, everyone is slurring their words and you feel needy for Tom. His touches before you two left linger on your skin. You look over at Tom, his face taut with focus, clearly interested in what the person is saying. You look at his outfit and you had to stop yourself from drooling. He looks so fucking good. You want him to take you on this table.

You push those thoughts aside and lay a hand on his thigh. He doesn’t think much of it. He places his hand on top of yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly thinking you want some affection but this isn’t the affection that you want. So you slide your hand higher, squeezing the muscle under your hand. Tom flicks his eyes towards you and you smile at him.

You slide your hand higher, your fingers so close to grazing his dick. You really want his dick inside you. Tom’s hand squeezes yours, a warning. Just thinking of what he will do to you get’s your blood pumping and your pussy throbbing. Tom turns his head to the side and leans towards your ear.

“Behave”

“I want you.” You reply back, lust is evident in your eyes.

“We can continue this when we get home,” was his reply, a small smirk on his face, using the words that you used before you left the house. You scoff and retract your hand. Tom’s smirk still on his face as he turns his attention back to his friends.

Time has past and you down a few drinks, you can say you are well over tipsy and when you’re tipsy you make some… interesting decisions. Such as thinking about asking Harrison to dance to make Tom jealous.

“Hey Haz, do you want to dance?” You ask. Your words molding together from the alcohol. Harrison thinks it over and nods his head, slipping out of the booth. You do the same but Tom catches your arm. You turn to him.

“Where you going?” Tom asks.

“I’m going to go dance.” You respond, giving him a sweet smile.

“Okay, have fun and be careful and stay close in case anything happens.” Tom replies before letting your arm go. Oh, something is indeed going to happen.

You walk towards Harrison. The dance floor packed with moving bodies. The song playing has an intense beat so you and Harrison jump up and down and have fun with it. The song switches to Mad Love. You smirk up at Harrison and whisper in his ear.

“Do you want to help me to make Tom jealous, he’s really pissing me off.” You pull back to see his expression and a smirk crawls onto his face. You take that as a yes.

You turn your body around and press your ass against Harrisons' front. His hands go to your waist and pull you in further. You start swaying your hips to the beat of the song, losing yourself to the rhythm. You tilt your head to the side prompting Harrison to place kisses on your neck. He gets the message and places soft, wet kisses up and down your neck. Your eyes flutter closed at the contact and lean your head back onto his shoulder. His hands move to your hips. You continue to grind your ass against Harrison’s hardening dick. You smirk at the effect that you have on him.

“Fuck y/n. You’re really doing something down there” Harrison grunts into your ear. You grind down harder against him. Your ass feeling his now hard on through his pants and your dress.

You open your eyes and in your line of vision you see a raging Tom. His hands in fists and his face drawn in anger. You smirk at him, your plan has worked. You turn around and face Harrison. Your front pressed against his cock, you rest your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your lower back. You continue your grinding.

“He’s really pissed,” you giggle.

“Oh definitely, he’s coming over here.” Harrison says, watching Tom whizzing through the crowd toward you two. His face livid.

You feel Tom’s familiar hand grip your upper arm and yank you away from Harrison.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tom seeth. You don’t know if it was the alcohol in your veins or the adrenaline of seeing Tom so angry but you sass him.

“I couldn’t get affection from you so I got it elsewhere.”

Tom’s anger falters a little, not expecting you to retort back to him like that.

“You want affection, i’ll give you goddam affection.” Tom says through gritted teeth before pulling you toward the club bathrooms.

You look back at Harrison and give him a wave. He chuckles to himself before walking back to the booth.

Tom enters the bathrooms and luckily no one is in it. He locks the main door so no one can enter the bathrooms. He grips your waist and hoists you onto the counter, your legs parting to let him stand in-between them. Tom’s hand wraps around your throat and applies pressure to the sides of your neck. You moan at the sensation.

“You think you can pull a stunt like that and not get punished? You are mine. You hear that. Mine. No one else can have you just like how no one else can have me.” Tom says into your ear. You nod your head. Your pussy dripping at his words and voice.

“You will not cum until I say you can and you have to beg for it.” Tom raises before letting go of your neck and pulling down your sleeves so your tits pop out of your dress.  

Tom leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, you tilt your head back and let out a loud moan, your hand weaving into his hair. His hands go to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He removes his mouth from your nipple, you whine at the loss of contact. Tom pulls down his pants until his hard cock springs up and slaps his lower stomach. You drool at the sight of it. Tom notices your ogling.

“You want my cock, baby girl?” Tom purrs out. His hand stroking himself in front of you. It's torturous to watch.

“Yes, daddy. I want you inside of me.” You whimper. You squeeze your thighs together, helping to get some friction to your pussy but the attempt is futile.

“You will once you prove to me that you can have it,” Tom says before kneeling on the floor. His hands opening up your legs and seeing your glistening pussy.

“Who made you this wet, baby? Was is it Harrison’s dick gridding against your ass?” Tom rasps, a challenge in his voice.

“No, daddy. It’s all you. All for you.” You whimper out. So desperate for him to touch you.

“Good answer.” He says. His head moving closer to your throbbing pussy. “Tell me when you’re going to cum and if you do without telling me you will get a worse punishment.” Tom adds before diving into your pussy.

Your back arches and you let out a pornographic moan. Your hands in his hair, pushing him into you more. His tongue flicks at your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance. He slips a finger in.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan out.

He slips a finger into your pussy and you groan at the contact. He curls his finger and hits the perfect spot inside you that has you writhing under his tongue. His lips wrap around your clit and start to suck. Your legs start to shake and you feel your orgasm coming.

“Fuck Tom, I’m gonna-“ You moan out. Before you can get out your words Tom rips out his fingers. You whine at the loss of contact.

Tom pulls you forward more and teases your clit with the head of his cock. You whimper. He wants you to beg.

“Please fuck me daddy. I need your cock. I promise I’ll be good.” You beg, desperate from him to plunge into you.

“That’s my good girl.” Tom responds before sheathing himself into you.

You moan out at the sudden and delicious stretch of his dick inside of you. His hips start thrusting and you pull his face to yours and kiss him deeply. He trails kisses down your neck and suck hicks to the surface. Wanting everyone to know that you belong to him.

“uuhhh- Tommy, you fuck me so good. Your cock fills me up.” You whine out. Your legs around his waist as his hips pound relentlessly into you. His hands on the counter behind you.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” Tom asks, his hand coming up to grope your tit.

“Never. No one can fuck me like you can. No one.” You confirm. Speaking the truth. No one has cared enough to know how your body works other than Tom.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Tom grunts out, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth and suck. You feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen.

“I’m close daddy.” You moan out, lifting his head so you can trail kisses down his neck and suck hickies, showing others that he belong to you.

“Hold on baby, I’m almost there.” Tom pants out, speeding up his thrusts.

You clench your pussy around his cock to help him reach his orgasm. You rip open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and trail your hand up and down his body. You’re struggling to hold on.

“You fuck me so fucking good Tommy. I love your cock so much.” You moan into his ear, it seems to do the trick.

“I’m gonna cum baby girl. Cum with me.” He grunts out, his hand coming to rub your clit and vicious circles. You let out a scream as your orgasm wash over you.

Tom’s thrusts become sloppier and you feel his hot cum fill you up, his hips rutting into yours as he rides out his high. He leans his sweaty head on your shoulder, pants coming out harshly out of his mouth. Yous hands raise to scratch lightly against his scalp, leaning your cheek against his head. A sheen of sweat coating the both of you.

“No one can ever top you Tommy. No one.” You whisper. He lifts his head up and pulls out of you.

“I’m glad to hear it baby because I got kinda jealous and insecure when I saw you with Harrison.” Tom confesses.

“There isn’t a reason to be. I only did what I did to get you a little pissed off but I love you and only you.” You say, bringing his face to lean your forehead on his, your hands on either side of his face.

“And I love you too you little brat.” Tom chuckles. You chuckle too.

You two clean yourselves up and head home where you and Tom made love until the sun rose.

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Yess🤤🤤🤤

Can we all take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous Tom’s hands are please? 😍😍😍

Yes. Yes we can 😍😍😍

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Heyyy all!🤩 so I was wondering if I should do a face reveal!🙈 I haven’t done a face reveal before and I was wondering if you would like to see a face reveal! Let me know in the comments!

And if you want to know anything about me you can comment those too!

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Cockwarming

A/N: So i am currently writing the smut prompts but i found this in my drafts and thought that you all would enjoy it!

Summary: You and Peter like trying new things within your sex lives and the new thing that you asked Peter to do drove him wild.

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Warnings: Smut (it’s FILTHY ya’ll 18+), daddy kink, cockwarming, rough sex, dom!peter, squirting.

Word count: 3k

PLEASE DON’T READ IF UNDER 18

You and Peter have been together for about a year and a half. You two have been intimate on many occasions and are constantly wanting to try something new. So when you went to Peter with the idea of cockwarming he was intrigued by it and wanted to try it.

“What is it?” Peter asks. His back leaned against the sofa, his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your exposed skin from the skirt. The T.V on quietly in the background.

You look around in the T.V room to see if anyone is listening, even though you know you have t room to your selfs.

“It’s when I either have your hard cock in my pussy or in my mouth and don’t move, just staying still.” You explain. You pussy throbbing at the thought of it. Peter’s eyes flutter and you can see his cock already starting to get hard under his jeans.

“Okay, I’m down.” He says, his hand moving high up your thigh. “When do you want to do it?” He asks, his sparkling brown eyes on yours.

You lean forward so your lips are just grazing his ear. His hand tightens on your thigh when he feels your hot breath gliding across the shell of his ear.

“We can do it when its movie nigh tonight. I can straddle your lap with your dick inside of me with a blanket covering us, no one will suspect a thing.” You whisper into his ear.

Peter groans at the idea. His hand slides up to cup your hot pussy. You groan in his ear.

“I like that idea and by the looks of it, so do you, baby” Peter purrs. His body leaning closer to capture your earlobe in between his teeth, tugging slightly. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. His thumb rubs your clit through your underwear, his lips moving from your ear to placing wet kisses on your neck.

“Uhh- Peter, that feels good,” you moan quietly as to not attract attention.

Peter pats your thigh so you can swing your legs to straddle him. You do so and your pussy is greeted by his hard cock straining against the zipper.

“Fuck, Peter.” You groan, your hips grinding down on him while your hands loop around his neck, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, his hands tight on your waist, guiding you on his cock. You break away from the kiss.

“What time does movie night start?” You ask breathlessly. Your hips not losing their momentum.

“At 7:00 and it’s 6:58.” He rasps, his attention focused solely on you.

“Shit. We should try it before everyone gets here to see if it’s something we really want to commit to.” You say, your hips stopping their movement. Peter lets out a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll be inside me soon.” You coo.

You get up and take your panties off. You give them to Peter, he immediately puts it in his back pocket. You hear the faint sounds of people talking, getting louder as they approach the room. Both you and Peter’s eyes widen. You quickly grab a blanket and throw it over your shoulder and sit on Peters lap. You hastily unbuckle his jeans and shimmy it, and his boxers, down so his cock can spring free. Without hesitation you slide down on to his hard, pulsing cock.

Your mouth opens and you let out a small whimper as you sink down fully onto his dick. He lets out a groan that makes your pussy clench, his hands tighten their grip on your waist at the movement.

“Fuck y/n. I don’t think I can last a whole movie with your pussy clenching around me and not moving.” Peter groans in your ear.

“You’re going to have to try because once they come in here there is no going back.” You say, leaning forward, the two corners of the blanket in your hands as you loop your arms around Peter’s neck. To others it looks like a cute couple cuddling under a blanket, how wrong they are.

Not long after you get comfortable the rest of the avengers come piling in. You close your eyes, pretending to be asleep, it’s easier to explain why you’re in the position you’re in.

“Is she asleep?” Bucky whispers to Peter, seeing your ‘peaceful’ form on his chest. At this all the avengers quieten their voices and look at you and Peter. Peter’s face going bright red at all the attention. He looks at you before answering, catching on.

“Yeah, she had a long day” Peter replies. His cock so hard and wet and warm inside of you. It’s taking all of his self control to not buck his hips into you and hear you moan and whimper.

“Do you not want to take her to her room?” Sam suggests, sitting down next you and Peter. He was about to answer but you beat him to it.

“No, I want to stay here, I want to listen to the movie.” You mumble, faking as if you’ve just woken up but aren’t ready to be fully awake yet.

Everyone just shrugs their shoulders and leaves you be. They take their seats, Sam and Bucky on the couch you and Peter are currently on and the rest sprinkled around the room. You can feel Peter’s cock stretching you but he wasn’t as hard as he was before. You have to keep him hard until the end of the movie. So you shimmy up a little, your pussy leaking juices as it lifts off Peter’s cock a bit and you move back down again. Peter swallows his moan, his hands moving to your hips and squeezing, pulling you more into his body, your clit rubs onto his pubic bone and you let out a quiet whimper only Peter heard. His cock hard as ever inside of you, paining you that you can move.

“Okay so the choices are Dumbo and Fantasia” Tony says. Great, the shortest and longest Disney movies up as an option. You hope that Dumbo wins.

Half of people said Dumbo and half said Fantasia, the only person that can break the tie is you, so you obviously pick Dumbo because it’s the shortest movie.

The movie starts playing, the lights go down and everyone is munching on popcorn. You start to get desperate for friction now, feeling Peter’s swollen cock throb inside you is driving you crazy. So you ‘adjust’ your sitting position by lifting your ass off your heels and are on your knees, Peter’s dick coming out of you completely, he swallows a groan, making sure that the blanket is covering you both. The others look at you weirdly.

“Stretching my legs.” You explain to them. They nod their head in understanding and go back to the movie.

Once all their attention is away from you, you look down at Peter’s cock in shock. It’s dark red and the veins are bulging more than normal. This doesn’t look right. You lower your hips back onto his shaft with Peter’s help. Both of you stifling your moans. You turn your head away from everyone and whisper into Peter’s ear.

“Babe, your dick doesn’t look right.”

“It hurts really bad baby, I can’t go on for any longer.” He whimpers into your ear, a whimper of pain, not pleasure.

“What do you need, Peter?” You ask, wanting to help.

“I really need to fuck you y/n.” Peter responds, his lips grazing your ear. His voice breaking a little. Your heart both breaks and speeds up. The need in his voice making your core wetter but the breaking of it making your heart shatter.

“Take me to your room and you can do whatever you want to me Peter, go rough because I know you need to.” You whisper into his neck. He lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around your waist.

Your arms hold tighter around Peter’s neck and he stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, the blanket covering you two completely.

Peter leaves the room without saying anything and rushes to his room, luckily it’s the farthest room.

Once you two are far away enough you drop the blanket and immediately crash your lips onto his. He lets out all the groans that he’s been holding in into your mouth. Peters hands move to under your ass, moving you up and down to get some friction on his throbbing cock. You moan into his mouth. Your hands burying themselves into his curls and pulling gently.

Peter shuts his bedroom door with his foot. He leans down to lay you down onto the bed. He leans up to rip your shirt off, your bra on full display. You sit up to rip his buttons open and slide his shirt down his shoulders. His cock leaves your aching pussy so he can pull down his pants. You look at it and you gasp. It’s worse than before. It looks incredibly angry. The veins bulging our more and turning a light purple.

“Babe,” you say quietly, your eyes still on his raging cock. You can see it throbbing in front of you.

“I guess a con of being Spiderman is that I can’t be hard for too long” He jokes even though you can see how much it’s hurting him. “I really need to be inside you y/n.” He adds pleadingly.

“Of course baby. Do want you need to do. You won’t hurt me.” You say lovingly.

You undo your bra and shimmy out of your skirt. You crawl backwards so your head hits the pillow. Peter follows. You spread your legs wide open, just for him. Ready for him.

Peter settle in-between your legs, placing one leg over his shoulder and the other around his waist, his favourite position. His cock lined up to plunge into your sopping pussy.

“You sure I can go rough baby?” Peter asks. You look him in the eyes, his eyes pleading that you confirm it but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries.

“Yes Peter. Let go.” You say, your hand going up to his bicep.

That was Peter needed to thrust into your pussy. You let out a loud moan as you feel him inside you, filling you up. His hips thrusting hard and fast. His hands come to squeeze your hips. You know it will leave bruises but you couldn’t care right now.

“Fuck baby. You’re so wet and tight. You take my cock so well.” Peter moans out. His one hand sliding up to massage your tit. Even through his sex fogged state he still wants you to enjoy yourself.

“Uh-Uh Peter. Your cock makes me feel so good. You’re doing so good baby. You fuck me so deep.” You moan out, knowing he loves when you talk to him.

“I fucking love you so much baby.” Peter grunts out. His hands now back on your hips. Your hands scratching down his arms.

Even after telling Peter that he can go as rough as he wants to, you can still feel him restraining. He still doesn’t think you want it that rough because he’s scared he’ll hurt you.

“I fucking love you too Pete. Uhuhuh- Fuck me harder baby. I don’t want to walk tomorrow. Give me all you’ve got.” You pant out, a challenge underlining your last sentence.

Peter is skeptical but you nod your head at him. He leans up, taking your legs and putting both of them over his shoulders, leaning down so his hands are beside your head. His hips thrust into you harder and faster. You let out a pornstar moan at the change of speed and him plowing into you. Your hands rake down his back, leaving scratches in their wake.

“ahhhh- Peter! This is how I like it baby! Your cock feels so good inside me.” You shout.

“You take my cock so well baby. Is this how hard you want me to fuck you? Huh, baby? Where you can’t think of anyone else’s name except for mine.” Peter grunts out. His mouth on your neck and chest, leaving hicks wherever his lips touch.

“Peter! Fuck yes!” You scream out at his words with his lips on you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. Your hand comes in-between you two and rubs vicious circles on your clit.

“You’re almost there baby, huh? My dick so good you’re gonna squirt for me?” Peter moans out. Slapping your hand away and replacing it with his. Your back arches off the mattress, your nipples taken into Peter’s mouth as he sucks. You scream out his name.

All you can hear is his balls slapping against your ass and the headboard banging against the wall, the dents in the bricks are evident.

“Peter- fuck. I-i’m gonna cum.” You whine. Your hand going into his curls, pushing his head into your chest more.

“Not yet baby, I want us to cum together.” Peter pants out around your nipple. His hand slowing at your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

You lift your head up and suck hickies onto his chest and neck.

“Talk to me y/n.” Peter moans out. His face sweaty and his eyes pleading for a release.

“Fuck- your cock feels so fucking good, so deep in my wet pussy. My pussy is hungry for your cum baby. Only you could ever fuck me this good, Peter.” Your voice scratchy from you moaning and screaming. Peter elicits a loud moan at your words.

They seem to have worked because he rubs your clit faster. You let out a pornographic scream, your walls clenching around Peter’s pulsing hard cock.

“I’m cumming baby, i-i’m cumming.” Peter chocks out. His eyes sealed shut, his eyebrows furrowing, his mouth open and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He looks like a sex god. You feel your walls clenching around him. The knot releases in your stomach.

“Me too baby. Me too. Oh fuck! Pete!” You scream out as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. Your juices rushing out of you and onto Peter.

His hips still as he fills you up with his hot cum. His head tilting back letting out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him, repeating your name like a mantra. He stays in you for a few moments, emptying himself into you. He lets down your legs gently, they wrap around his waist lazily. You and Peter both panting, chests heaving. He slowly removes himself out of you. You hiss at the emptiness. He lies down next to you, pulling you by the waist closer to him. Your hand rests on his chest.

“That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done baby. Oh my god. You fucking squirted.” Peter croaks out. You giggle at his disbelief, granted you’ve never done it before. When he asked if you were going to squirt he didn’t expect it to be true.

“You fucked me so fucking good baby. Oh my god. It was so hot you going rough.” You gush, your voice breaking because of your loud screams.

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard y/n? I really did go all out. I’m really sorry. I should have been more gentle, fuck I’m so sorry.” Peter rambles. His brown eyes filled with worry and concern. You take his head in your hands and kiss him softly. His arms pulling you closer into his chest.

“It was amazing baby. I loved every second of it. It was perfect” You say quietly because your voice really was quite sore.

“I’m glad babygirl, I really am. Fuck I can’t even move.” Peter chuckles, you follow with a giggle.

“I’ll be right back baby, I have to clean my cum off you.” You tell him before untangling him from your arms.

You get up on shaky legs and you can already feel the pain that will be full force tomorrow. You enter the connected bathroom and dampen a washcloth. You hobble over to Peter, his eyes closing slightly. You get on the bed, tapping Peters thigh.

“Open up babe.” You say softly. Peter opens his legs for you to clean. You take the washcloth and gently glide it over his thighs and stomach. His dick has softened and looks a lot better than what it did before.

“How are you feeling baby?” You ask him. The cloth finished on him and you moved onto cleaning yourself off.

“I’m feeling a lot better, thank you babe. Now come to bed, I’m sleepy.” Peter grumbles

You toss the dirty washcloth to the side and moved next to Peter, lifting a blanket over the both of you. You nuzzle into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. Your leg thrown over his. Your eyes droop and soon sleep takes over.

                                                         ***

The next morning your eyes flutter open to see Peter looking at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Your hand strokes his cheek, you lean forwards and give him a deep morning kiss.

“Good morning baby.” Peter rasps, his voice rough and deep.

“Good mo-“ you say but the word is cut off. You try again but all that comes out are broken sounds. You look at Peter worried. You really lost your voice from screaming last night.

“Well that’s an ego boost if I’ve ever seen one.” Peter says, smirking at you. You hit his arm playfully. He chuckles at you.

As you stand up the pain between your legs is too much and you sit back down. You try again but it’s too painful to walk. Peter walks around the bed to get to you and kneels down so you can see his eyes.

“You really can’t walk y/n?” He asks, concern swimming in his eyes.

You nod your head yes.

“I’m so sorry baby. Fuck I hurt you. How could I have been so stupid? How could I let myself do that?” Peter scolds himself. You take his hands in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a light kiss.

“I wanted it rough so you gave it to me rough” You whisper bluntly. Whispering seems to make coherent words come out. “I don’t ever want you to be sorry for making me feel good. Ever.” You say, leaning forward and connecting his lips with yours.

Your lips move rhythmically with his, his tongue poking out between your lips. You allow him access immediately. Peter slowly stands up with your lips still attached as he pushes you gently down the mattress, hovering over you. Your hands move to his curls and weave your fingers through them. Peter’s hands move to your hips but you hiss out in pain. Peter stop immediately.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Peter asks frantically. You let out a soft giggle.

Peter looks down to your hips and sees purple bruises in the shape of hand marks. His hand marks. He’s horrified with himself. He’s about to jump off of you when you catch his hand, yanking him onto the bed and straddling his waist.

“You will not feel bad for leaving LOVE marks on my body, do you understand Parker?” You whisper yelled at him. “I love these marks and I love the pain in my pussy and I love that my voice is gone. I love it because you did this out of love. You wanted to make me feel good and that is exactly what you did so I never want you to ever look away at the marks that you give me and see them as negative. They are not. They are a sign of how much you care about what I like and what I want in the bedroom.” You finish, taking a breath after your outbreak.

Peter looks up at you with adoration and pulls your head down for another kiss. From that day on, Peter never looked away at the love marks that he gave you.

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Tom Holland~Fluff

This List will update while I read so it may be slow at times. I tried to limit it per person so check out their other works too. Exept for @waitimcomingtoo o who I have included multiple times for some reason… 

Picture Perfect~~ @uglypastels

Bed Hog~~ @hazohazahazbro

Afterglow~~ @heartofholland

My Girl~~ @waitimcomingtoo

This is a series so I reccomend reading the whole thing. 

Best friend vs. Girlfriend~~ @waitimcomingtoo

Gap~~ @hollandsimpson

Comic book meetings~~ (who is now at) @tomhollandd

Quarentine and Married~~ @ola-elaina

Drunk and Clingy~~ @spideyyeet

Little Flirt~~ @webslinger-holland

Perfect Creation~~ @londonspidey

Rainbow~~ @chloecreatesfictions-archive

This one does have mentions of biphobia but I still call it fluff

I’ve Got You, Always~~ @t-lostinmendes

This one is angst at the start but if very fluffy at the end

Thirsty~~ @waitimcomingtoo

Trust Issues~~ @stuckonspidey

Never Have I Ever~~ @dlwritings

Cherry~~ @xoluvx

Okay I didn’t know what to put this under but it’s fluffy kind of at the end, so it goes here. 

Doesn’t have a title because it’s just a short blurb~~ @atomisedevans

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before~~ @angel-holland

Spill Your Guts, or Fill Your Guts~~ @gwens-spiders

Leaked~~ @peteparkerspooderman

Protective Tessa~~ @peteparkerspooderman

Plank All Over Me~~ @waitimcomingtoo

More to Come… if you like send me an ask and I might be able to find something for you.

Follow my main account @im-still-tryin-to-find-it

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Smut Prompt

Heyyyy! I feel like writing smut. Send me a prompt number combination. It can be about

Tom

Peter

Harrison

Or The twins

Prompts are not mine! Send them here.

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Spill your guts or fill your guts Pt2

A/N: This post doesn’t carry on from the first part. You can read it either way. I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You and your ex, Harry Styles, are star guests on James Corden’s game show, Spill your guts or fill your guts. Questions are being asked and tea is being spilt.

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and sexual jokes.

Pairing: tom holland x reader

If the hashtags aren’t working please reblog!🙏

You rub your sweating hands together, shaking out the nerves backstage of James Corden’s show. You have been invited to be a guest star on Spill your guts and fill your guts, your heart racing in anxiety about what questions are going to be asked. With your head in the clouds you don’t notice your ex, Harry Styles stop to stand next to you.

“No need to be nervous, it will be fun.” Harry says, trying to calm you down a bit, his hands in his pockets.

You and Harry didn’t leave on bad terms. You both just didn’t feel you were meant to be in a relationship and stayed friends. You still talk to each other regularly and Harry was happy when you told him a year ago that you and Tom Holland got together.

“I’m just scared of what questions are going to be asked.” You chuckle nervously. Harry lets out a small smile.

“It will be fun, trust me. We’re just going to have a good time and if a question gets too much, there will be a disgusting plate food for you to eat instead.” Harry says sarcastically, a wide grin on his face.

“Hilarious.” You say, bumping your elbow into his ribs.

“Now won’t you welcome the stars of the show!” You hear James’ voice from behind the curtain, on the stage.

The stage curtain opens to reveal you and Harry, you both make your way to the table, waving and smiling at cheering fans. You and Harry sit opposite each other while James sits in the middle, directly facing the audience. The smell of the revolting foods makes you gag.

“Welcome y/n y/l/n and Harry Styles to spill your guts or fill your guts, a game show where you will get asked a question and if you don’t want to answer it you will have to eat a disgusting food that is chosen for you.” James explains, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Sounds great” You say with a cringe due to the foods that are in front of you.

“Amazing” Harry states, flicking his eyes over to you.

“Fantastic but before we begin I just wanted to clarify something. You two have dated before correct?” James asks, looking at both you and Harry.

“Yeah, we broke up a year and a bit ago.” You explain, looking at Harry for confirmation, he nods his head.

You hear the crowd “oooo” at the memory of you and Harry being the “Star Couple” in peoples eyes. You shift your body in the seat, crossing one leg over the other, your arms draped over them.

“Alright, let’s begin by showing the people what we’ve got. We have bulls penis, salmon smoothie, cod sperm, ant yoghurt, giant water scorpion, bird saliva, cows blood and pork tongue jelly and finally cows tongue” James explains, earning gags from the crowd and from both you and Harry while James turns the spinning table to show the camera.

“Alright so Harry will ask a question to y/n, y/n will ask me and I will ask you” James said

“I’ll go first.” Harry volunteers. James gestures to the table for him to proceed.

“Y/n, I will give you the cod sperm.” Harry says, you lean forward to smell it and instantly regret your decision, your hand coming up to your nose to block out the smell as best as possible but to no avail.

“How kind of you,” you sass to Harry, he responds with a smirk.

Harry picks up a card and smirks at you, oh no.

“y/n, is Tom a carrot, or a beer can.” Harry reads, the crowd and James gasping and laughing at the question, your eyes wide.

“My parents and Tom watch this show!” You exclaim. You look at the cod sperm and look at Harry, a shit eating grin on his face. You exhale. “I’d have to say he’s a Monster can, not a beer can.” You say so softly that if you weren’t wearing a mic, no one would have heard you.

The crowd gasp and whistle at your answer, Harry and James’ faces are in utter shock. You cover your face in embarrassment just thinking about how much trouble you’re going to get into from Tom.

The questions are asked and foods are eaten with gags coming mostly from you. A question that made your eyes widen and cheeks redden.

“Harry, what to this day still turns you on about y/n?” James reads. The crowd goes insane with gasps and murmurs. Harry looks at you then to the ant yogurt topped with scorpion.

“Pick your words very wisely.” You warn, not wanting to look if Harry chose to answer or not.

Harry takes a minute contemplating what to do. “On a scale of 1-10 how mad will Tom get if I say it.” Harry daringly asks.

“I would say a 7.” You guess. Is he actually going to say something? You never knew he still thought about you that way.

Harry clasps his hands in front of him before taking a deep breath before saying.

“I can take those chances.” He says, looking at your red face before adding “Her rosy red cheeks. It reminds me of what she looks like after-“

“Don’t finish that sentence” You cut in, not wanting to make Tom even more jealous and not wanting to let the whole world know what you look like post-sex.

Harry sends you a smirk, you face burning. James sitting between you two with his mouth hung open.

“I can’t believe you answered that” James said in disbelief. Harry just shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his face. He spins the table, until it lands on the bird saliva. You gag at the sight of it. You shoot daggers with your eyes to Harry.

He picks up the card and puts it down after skimming it. His cheeks red and an embarrassed smile on his face. Oh no, what is it?

“Y/n” Harry reads, his face still red, your anxiety skyrocketing, “Who is better in bed, me or Tom?” Harry asks, his chest shaking while he laughs. Your mouth falls open, looking behind you for the writer of these questions but luckily for him, he’s no where to be seen.

“Your write and I are going to have a stringily worded chat after this.” You say to James, his mouth open in shock but letting out a loud laugh. The crowd laughs at your mild threat to the writer.

You look at the bird saliva, a whiff of it enters your nose and you almost throw up. Why are you on this show? You hesitate, the crowd getting excited due to the opportunity of you answering the question.

“I can’t answer that.” You exhale, thinking over your options.

“Then drink” Harry says arrogantly, his arms leaning on the table.

“I-I would have to say-“ you cut yourself off, the crowd booing at your change of mind, you give them all a shocked expression at their outburst. You contemplate again about what to do.

“I can’t believe this is happening, y/n, are you going to answer?” James asks in disbelief. Harry and you are probably the best guests he’s had on this show because of all the tea that has been spilt, what is another spilt tea going to do?

“Before I answer I would like to say that there is no drastic difference.” The room so quiet you can hear a pin drop. “I’m sorry Harry but Tom takes the cake for being the best.” The crowd erupts with shocked noises. James’ jaw is on the ground by how wide open it is and Harry’s face is red and embarrassed.

James closes the show for the night, shouting over the crowd.

The only thing that is going through your mind is how Tom will react to everything that was said and his monster dick.

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Smut Prompt

Heyyyy! I feel like writing smut. Send me a prompt number combination. It can be about

Tom

Peter

Harrison

Or The twins

Prompts are not mine! Send them here.

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Flirt

Summary: Harrison comes over for your weekly movie night but you have a different idea of how you want the night to end.

Warning: Smut, threesome, fingering, oral (giving and receiving on both)

A/N: Thank you so much @daddydobrik22 for requesting this to me☺! My requests are open so feel free to ask whatever you want🤗.

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Protective Tessa

Summary: Tom and You come back from touring the world only to come back to a weird acting Tessa

Warning: None

A/N: I hope you lovelies enjoy it. 😊 

MASTERLIST

You and Tom have been touring around the world for the Spider-Man: Far From Home interviews. It was an amazing experience traveling the world and spending it with someone you love. You, unfortunately, weren't feeling well during the last leg of the tour. Tom wanted to back out seeing his family before going home but you tell him it’s fine and that he should see his family after being away for so long.

The plane landed in London and you and Tom quickly gathered your bags and were off to Tom’s family. Tom rang the doorbell. His mother, Nikki, opened the door to be greeted by her son. A smile appeared on her face, illuminating her features. She embraces him in a tight hug before moving on to you.

“Tommy, (Y/N), come in come in.” She says excitedly, gesturing her hands into her house.

You walk in and are greeted by a very excited Tessa. Tom falls to his knees as starts playing with her. She licks Tom’s face excitedly. She comes in front of you and starts sniffing your pants. Thinking she must be picking up the smells from the airport. She sits in front of you calmly and waits for you to pet her. This is odd considering we were full of excitement with Tom.

Tom and you walk to the kitchen to see the rest of the family, Tessa following close behind. You greet the brothers and Dom with a smile and a wave instead of your usual hugs, due to you feeling very nauseous.

“Are you okay, darling?” Dom asks, noticing your weird behaviour.

“She has been feeling a little unwell recently,” Tom answers for you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh dear, let me make you some black tea, why don’t you take a seat there, love,” Nikki says, gesturing to the chairs by the kitchen island.

You thank her before you take a seat, Tom taking the seat next to him. Not long after you feel teases head lay on your lap. This took you by surprise because this doesn't happen normally but you pet her head anyway.

“Do you think Tessa’s acting strange?” You whisper to Tom.

“I think she just missed you, she loves you a lot you know,” Tom says, you don’t believe him, somethings definitely up with her.  

“So what’s been up with you (Y/N)?” Harry asks, standing across from you.

“I’ve been feeling very ill. Nothing I eat agrees with me, my body ends up getting rid of it.” You explain. Harry nods understandingly

“If you’re feeling so ill, why are you here and not home?” Sam interjects, standing next to Harry.

“Tom hasn’t seen you guys in a long while, it would be fair on him.” You explain. Nikki delivers you your tea, you thank her again. She smiles back in response.

“That’s grossly sweet,” Harry says, mockingly gagging.

“She’s very sweet,” Tom says, smiling at you. He moves his hand and places it on your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

Tessa growls at his hand and tries to bite it. Tom rips his hand away in shock. Everyone else is shocked because Tessa doesn't bite at anyone, let alone her owner.

“Wow, what’s up with her?” Harry says, eyes wide.

“I have no idea.” You say, you slowly place your own hand on your thigh, scared she’s going to bite it but she gives it a small lick. Everyone seems to shrug it off and starts talking to Tom about his tour.

You, Tom and his family have moved to sitting outside. Tessa curled u[ by your feet. You talk about the traveling, the interviews, and the sightseeing. You end up finishing your tea in the process. You start feeling the nausea wave approaching.

“If you all will excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me laying down on the couch?” You ask, directing your question towards Nikki and Dom.

“Of course not dear, make yourself comfortable,” Nikki responds, concern evident on her face.

You get up to leave but are stopped by Tom’s hand on your wrist.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asks gently. You give him a small smile.

“Yeah, I just need to lie down for a bit.” You say. Tom nods his head before letting your wrist go.

You walk into the kitchen to place your mug in the sink, Tessa close behind you. You walk to the living room and plop your self on the couch. You make yourself comfortable and take off your shoes. Tessa sits down next to you on the floor.

A few seconds go by when you hear Tessa whining and putting her paw on your leg.

“Oh alright.” You say before removing one of the couch cushions to make space for her by your legs. She hops up and lays down, her head on your stomach.

You start to doze off after a while, Tessa already fast asleep when you hear quiet footsteps enter the room. Your eyes flutter open to see Tom approaching you with a gentle smile. You smile lazily in response.

“Hey, babe, how you feeling?” He whispers. He sits down next to your legs, shaking Tessa a but still asleep.

“I’m feeling better, just a little sleepy after the tea.” You yawn the last bit, stroking his arm gently. He leans down to give you a kiss but it was rudely interrupted by Tessa barking and growling at Tom. Tom flies back and is on his feet in a second. You sit up harshly. Tessa’s body in between you and Tom

“Tessa, what’s up with you?” Tom asks, his eyes wide. Not long after Tom’s family come rushing in, worried as to what Tessa was barking about.

“What’s going on here?” Nikki questions, her expression wild.

“Tessa’s acting weird. She won’t let anyone near me.” You explain. Tessa still protectively in front of you.

“That’s so odd.”

“She’s not normally like this.”

“What’s going on with her.”

“(Y/N), is your period late?”

The last question came to a shock to you when Nikki said it. Everyone’s silent.

“I don’t know. It’s been so busy that I didn’t notice. Why?” You ask, finding the question quite strange.

“Because a friend of mine, her dog wouldn’t let anyone near her, even her own husband and that was how they found out that she was pregnant,” Nikki explains.

“Pregnant? I can’t be.” You say quickly, looking over at Tom’s concerned face.

“Well, it doesn't to check.” Harry pipes up.

“I have a test under the sink, it doesn't hurt to keep one in the house. I still have one leftover from when I was pregnant with Paddy.” Nikki reveals.

“Thank you, Nikki.” You say before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

You follow all the instructions on the packaging and wait for the timer on your phone to beep. After what feels like an hour, the timer goes off. You shakily pick up the test, your stomach turning nervously in your gut.

2 lines.

2. Bold. Lines

It can’t be. I’m not ready to be a mother, am I? This will ruin Tom’s career.  Oh no, what is Tom going to think? Thoughts start swirling around your head. Each one making you more panicked. A knock on the door brings you back to reality.

“Baby? Are you okay?” You hear Toms soft voice on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Your voice fails you, only croaks come out.

You open the door with the test in your hands. You walk out to see everyone watching you nervously.

“I’m pregnant.”

The two words erupted tears from Nikki, plastered a big smile on Dom's face, made the twins and Paddy cheer in happiness. Though the only reaction you cared about right now is Tom’s. You look over to see a few tears escape Tom’s eyes.

“Tom-“

“I’m going to be a dad.” He says, taking you by surprise.

“What?” You voice your shock.

“I’m going to be a dad!” Tom shouts, a wide smile on his face. Before you could process anything he lifts you up in his arms. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re happy? You ask him.

“Of course I am. I know it’s a bit sooner than we expected but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.” Tom says, his voice raw with emotion. You plant a big kiss on his lips. You’re so happy to be apart of this family.

You could never have thanked Tessa enough for almost biting Tom.

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[peterparkerspooderman]

Flirt

Summary: Harrison comes over for your weekly movie night but you have a different idea of how you want the night to end.

Warning: Smut, threesome, fingering, oral (giving and receiving on both)

A/N: Thank you so much @daddydobrik22 for requesting this to me☺! My requests are open so feel free to ask whatever you want🤗.

Masterlist

You have always wanted to have a threesome at least once in your life just to say that you’ve done it and you are, by nature, a curious person and this is one of the things you’re most curious about. You just don’t know who to have it with. You’re not picky about the gender of the person but are picky about the person. Doing it with a stranger is a good option for no awkwardness afterwards but they might have an STD and you’re not risking it. You would most likely want to do it with a friend but who would be up to it and would not make it be awkward afterwards. You eventually bring it up with Tom and he was totally on board about the threesome, but he too is stumped on who to do it with.

“I don’t know, babe. We can’t just ask one of our friends to have sex with us.” He points out, a thought that has been stuck in your head for ages.

“I know.” You sigh out in frustration, plopping yourself on the couch. Tom follows suit and sits next to you, his arm stretched out and resting on the back of the couch.

“So you don’t mind if it’s a boy or girl it just has to be someone we know” Tom reiterates, making sure he has all the correct information. You nod in approval.

“What about Zendaya?” You ask facing him. She’s gorgeous and you totally wouldn’t mind it getting steamy between you two.

“Too busy, she’s always out of the country,” Tom replies. You nod.

“What about Nick?” Tom says, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, remembering one of his old friends.

“I know that I said it’s someone we know but they must also be somewhat attractive.” You sass. Tom’s mouth falls open, but you hear a soft “true” leave his mouth.

“What about Harry or Sam?” You blurt out, taking a shot in the dark.

“Too weird.” Tom replies quickly. You sigh out in frustration, falling to the side so your head lays on his lap, his hand instantly on your head to play with your hair. Your eyes flutter and you let out a soft sigh.

“Who could it be?” You ask, to no one in particular. Suddenly the doorbell rings. You sit up and look at Tom, confusion evident on your face when you remember. It’s your weekly movie night. A thought pops in your head and by the look on Tom’s face he thought it too.  You get up to answer the door when Tom’s voice stops you.

“I don’t know Y/N. What if it’s awkward afterwards? Or what if we make a fool of ourselves for even asking?” Tom blurts out, suddenly second-guessing to agreeing to your fantasy.

“He won’t make it awkward and we won’t ask him flat out. I could maybe flirt with him and get him going then we can ask him.” You suggest, unsure that Tom will be okay with you flirting with someone else but to your surprise Tom nods in agreement.

With a smile on your face you go to open the door for Harrison. You see him looking down the hall, assumingly keeping himself occupied while waiting for you to answer, and your eyes flitter to his sharp jawline. This will be the only time where you can drool over someone that isn’t your boyfriend and not feel guilty. Not that you’re bored of your boyfriend’s dashing looks but it’s always good to spice it up.

Harrison turns his head towards the door and once he sees you his lips stretch into a cute smile. You smile back. He leans in to give you a hug, you happily receive it, making sure your bodies are pressed against each other. You two pull apart. You don’t know if he realised it but either way, he didn’t mention it.

“Come on in.” You say, moving to the side so he can walk in, a smile still on your face.

He walks in and sheds off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. You catch a glimpse of his back muscles and your eyes almost bulged out of your head. Has Harrison always been this ripped? Either way you’re enjoying bringing this up very much.

Tom and Harrison greet each other and start catching up what they did during the week. You stand away, silently admiring Harrison from afar, having a good look at him. You never did because he’s you’re boyfriend’s best friend but now knowing what you’re thinking of doing it has all sorts of thoughts running through your head. All of them sending tingles down your core.

His arms are crossed across his chest, his muscles bulging out from under his skin. Your eyes travel to his hands, sooner or later they will be wrapped around your throat or in your pussy. His torso lean and muscular, your hands itching to run over his hard muscles. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and notice that it’s your time to step in.

“Babe, why don’t you chose the movie while Harrison and I get some snacks?” You suggest, giving Harrison a sweet smile. Tom nods before turning on the tv and switching it to Netflix.

You walk to the kitchen and hear Harrison follow behind you. You put the popcorn in the microwave. You walk to the cabinet and pull out two packets, one contain jelly beans and the other containing gummy bears.

“Which one?” You ask, showing him the packets.

“Let’s go with jelly beans, hate gummy bears.” He says, a grimace taking over his beautiful features. Your jaw drops at this.

“How can you hate gummy bears?” You ask shocked.

“They get stuck in your teeth and it takes forever to chew them.” He explains. He rests his body against the counter, his hands resting next to him.

“I’m stunned. You’re a psychopath.” You tease, getting a chuckle from him.

You start opening the packets and pouring them into bowls.

“I’m the psychopath? You’re the psychopath because you like them.” He sasses back. You gasp and throw a jellybean at him. Harrison somehow predicted this and caught it in his mouth. You stand there stunned.

“I know you too well.” He says while chewing the bean in his mouth, a smirk evident on his face.

“Not gonna lie that was kinda hot” You say, hoping to get him going a bit. The look in Harrison’s eyes shows you that you’ve succeeded. You got shaken because the microwave starts to beep, indicating that the popcorn’s done. You take it out and pour it into a large bowl. You pick up the popcorn bowl and take the gummy bears while Harrison takes his jelly beans.

You walk into the living room to see the movie Tom chose. The package. Before you sit down you flick off the light switch, the only light coming from the tv. You sit down in the middle, putting the snacks on the coffee table in front of you. You grab the blanket and sit down, draping it over you. Harrison follows suit and sits next to you, taking some of the blanket.

“You want some babe?” You ask Tom.

“I’ll take when I get cold. Thanks.” He says before pressing play. You lean forward and grab the popcorn. You place it on your lap so it’s available to the boys.

The movie plays on and you’re trying to think of what to do to get Harrison into a flirty mood without pushing it. You settle on just brushing your leg against his. You brush your knee softly against his, waiting for a reaction. To your relief he brushes his leg against yours in response. Progress.

As the movie played and funny scenes came on you find yourself hitting Harrison’s leg in laughter. He seemed to have enjoyed it by his arm stretching behind the couch, almost draped over your shoulders.  The subtle touches played out through the movie and once it ended you plucked the courage to ask Harrison the question. Tom stopped the movie once the credits start to roll. Now’s your time.  You feel Tom’s hand on your thigh, giving you and encouraging squeeze.

“So uh Harrison. Tom and I were wondering if you would be the third person for our threesome?” You ask, your voice soft and gentle. “It’s totally up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable that’s perfectly okay.” You add in, not wanting to make him feel pressured. You wait nervously as you see him pondering over your request.  

“I would love to be your third.” He says, a smile on his face. You let out a breath of air in relief, you hear Tom do the same. You can already feel wetness forming in between your legs. “When do we start?” He adds in.

“Right. Now.” You say before getting up off the couch and grabbing both his and Tom’s hands, leading them to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom.

When you arrive to the room you push Harrison down on the bed so he’s sitting at the edge. You straddle him without hesitation.

“Before we begin, what are the rules?” Harrison asks, between Tom and you.

“Her pussy, her rules.” Tom says, you give him a warm smile. Tom’s always been the dominant one in the bedroom and you being the dominant one gives you an adrenaline rush. You look at Harrison before saying.

“You can touch wherever you want and there will be no anal involved.” You instruct. You wait for Harrison to approve before leaning in and smashing your lips against his. It took him a few seconds to catch his bearing but when he did his hands rested on your hips.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck to play with the small hairs and by sheer curiosity you grabbed a hand full of his hair and gave it a gentle but firm yank. Harrison lets out a loud groan, you smirk at his reaction.

“You and Tom aren’t that different.” You breathe against his mouth. Your lips connect and your hands trail down to his torso, undoing the buttons as you travel further down. You pull away and stop to admire his toned body. He’s skinnier than Tom, Tom has a little bit of thickness to him but you aren’t complaining. You shove his shirt off his shoulders. You look over at Tom in the corner of the room. His hand palming himself through his jeans.

“I want it off.” You instruct, gesturing towards his shirt. He shreds it off in an instant.

You look back at Harrison, his eyes dark with lust. You reach the hem of your shirt and pull it off over your head. Your bra covered boobs on display for Harrison to see and touch. His hands come up to grab them but stop in mid air.

“You don’t need to ask for permission, just do what I know you’ve been thinking of doing.” You sass, giving him a small smirk, the look of surprise is enough on his face to confirm your hunch.

His hands skip your boobs and wrap around your back, going to the clasp to unclip it. You bra falls down your arms, you throw it across the room. Harrison doesn’t hesitate and immediately his mouth latches on one of your nipples. You let out a loud moan at this.

You look over at Tom again and see that his pants are fully off. His hands in his boxers, jerking himself off. You moan at the sight. You lock eyes with him and gesture your head to the bed, wanting him to sit next to Harrison. He instantly complies. You trail your hand down his torso, his muscles feeling familiar under your fingertips until you reach the waist band of his boxers. You slip your hand through and pull out his dick. You slowly start to pump it. You’re greeted by a loud, sexy moan coming from Tom. Your core needed some friction and you find yourself grinding against Harrison’s crotch. He moans against your boob, sending vibrations through your body. Your eyes flutter at the sensation.

You other hand travels down to Harrison’s belt, undoing it in a practised movement. You get up off his lap and undo your own jeans, sliding them down your legs, along with your panties. You gesture Tom to do the same. You feel as if you’re not giving Tom enough attention. You lean forward and capture your lips with his, giving him a deep kiss. You break away seeing that all of us are naked you ask Harrison.

“What do you want to do?”

“I wanna taste your pussy.” He growls, his eyes dark. His tone of voice sends a tingle to your core.

You walk to the side of the bed and lay down flat on your back. Harrison pulling you so your legs dangle on the edge.

“Come here babe. I want you to fuck my mouth” You call out to Tom. He kneels next to your head. You look up at him and take his shaft in your hand, guiding it to your mouth. He starts thrusting gently into your mouth.

You feel a pair of lips trailing on your inner thigh. Harrison wastes no time though and goes straight in. He licks a stripe up your pussy. You moan onto Tom’s cock sending vibration’s through his body. He moans out at the feeling. His hand coming down to run through your hair.

Harrison moved to flicking his tongue against your clit while inserting a finger. Your eyes flutter shut, your hand coming down to grab his hair.

“Suck on her clit. She loves that.” Tom pants out. Hand still running though your hair.

You immediately feel Harrison’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking lightly. You let out a muffled moan. You tap on Tom’s thigh twice, him already knowing the signal, reports back to Harrison.

“Suck harder.” He instructs to Harrison. Harrison sucks harder.

Your arch your back, feeling the warm ball forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel that Tom’s close by his hips thrusting sloppily. You hollow out your cheeks and suck him harder, wanting him to cum down your throat. He does, feeling the hot liquid fill your mouth. He gently removes himself, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.

“You’re so fucking good.”

You feel yourself coming closer to the edge and Tom can sense that by the shaking for your body under his touch. His hands move to your breasts, massaging them roughly and pinching your nipples. That was the straw. You feel yourself let go, letting out a loud moan into to air. Harrison lets up on the sucking and laps up your juices. Small moans leaving your mouth.

Once done Harrison stands up, waiting for what to do next. You see his cock standing up, pointing towards the ceiling. He’s longer than Tom but not as thick.

“Where to next?” Harrison asks.

“I want you to fuck me. Raw.” You growl, propping yourself up on your elbows, spreading your legs wider, the light catching your freshly cummed pussy.

Harrison didn’t need to be told twice. You move yourself up the bed to provide more space. Harrison pumps his cock a few times but before he puts it in you ask Tom.

“You okay with watching?” He nods in approval, sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room.

You place your hands on Harrison’s biceps. You feel him slowly push himself into you. You feel yourself stretching around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He breaths out. You let out a moan at his words and the feeling of a different cock inside you. He was definitely longer than Tom, it seems like it’s just goes on forever. You feel yourself start to stretch inward.

“Hold on a minute.” You say and Harrison immediately stops. Tom sits up in his chair, concerned as to why you stopped.

“You okay? Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt?” Harrison starts rambling off. His face in pure terror. Tom was about to come to you before you let out a small giggle.

“I’m fine. You’re just longer than Tom is all. Need a few to get used to you.” You breath out. “Just go slow please and when you’ve bottomed out, stay there.” You say.

“Yeah, of course.” He says before slowly pushing into you again. A couple of inches went by and you feel him stop. You feel the pain lessen and you tell Harrison to move. He moves slowly, soon enough you feel the pain eradicate and pleasure takes over. Tom relaxes when he hears your whimpers. His hand goes back to his cock and starts pumping.

You let out soft whimpers here and there. He isn’t exactly hitting the right spots. Before you could tell him you hear Tom speak.

“Put her legs over your shoulders and lean down a little.”

Harrison does just that, them hearing your moans louden. His cock almost hitting your spot.

“Lean down a little more.” You ask. Harrison does just that and he’s greeted by your loud moans.

“Fuck, right there. Fuck.” You scream. Your hands move from his arms to his back, scratching down it, leaving red trails in its wake. Harrison seems to like it by the moan emitting from his mouth.

“You like that huh? Have a thing for pain?” You breath out. He nods his head, unable to talk. You grab a fistful of his hair and give it a strong tug. His eyes flutter shut.  You feel the familiar burning at the bottom of your stomach. Your moans progressively getting louder.

“Fuck, this is so hot.” You hear Tom say in the corner of the room. You moan at his words. You can tell that Harrison’s by the sloppiness of his thrusts, you however need a little more to get you going. Tom knew this and started to talk dirty to you.

“You like that huh Y/N? You like having another guys cock inside of you. My best friend’s cock. I bet you’ve been wishing for this day to come.” Tom growls from his seat in the corner. His words getting to you, you just need one last thing.

You take harrison’s hand and place it on your clit. He gets the message and rubs it roughly. Your back arches and your eyes flutter shut as you let out a loud scream. You juices squirting out of you and wetting the bottomhalf of Harrison. The intensity of your orgams brings Harrison to his. His hips still and you can feel the hot ribbons of his cum spill inside you as he moans loudly into the air.

He stays for a few seconds to gather himself before slowly pulling out. You hiss out softly as you feel yourself still stretched out. Harrison flops on the bed beside you and you two try to catch your breath. You look over at Tom to see him stand up, with cum on his torso, to walk to the bathroom.

He comes back with a damp towel. He spreads your legs gently and cleans you up. You hiss at how sensitive you feel. Tom walks over to Harrison and cleans him from your juices. He throws the towel in the washing basket and lays down next to you.

“I’m still not over the fact that you squirted.” Harrison whisper out in disbelief.

“That’s why I told you what to do.” Tom points out, knowing the level of ecstasy it makes you feel.

“Was I good?” Harrison asks, turning to face you.

“Yes you were, a rocky start in the beginning but you were good.” You reply, a small smile on your lips.

“Speaking of which, is he actually bigger than me?” Tom asks, not liking the thought that his best friend’s cock is better than his.

“I wouldn’t say bigger. It’s longer than yours but yours is thicker.” You say, trying to ease his insecurities.

“Which do you prefer?” Harrison daringly asks.

“Sorry Harrison by my boyfriend beats any dick that has come my way.” You explain.

“Fair enough.” Harrison shrugs.

You turn over to Tom, his lips lacking in the swollen department. You decide to change that. You lean in and lock your lips with Tom’s. His tounge entering your mouth. His hand moves to your waist and pulls you against his body. The familiarity of his body against yours sends shivers to your core.

“Hey guys seriously, I’m right here.” Harrison teases. Tom breaks away from the kiss.

“I let you fuck my girlfriend; I could at least have a make out session.” Tom shoots back before locking his lips with yours.

“I’m gonna go guys. It’s getting late.” Harrison says before standing up and getting dressed.

He walks towards Tom and gives him a fist bump before coming over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Remember, this is a onetime thing.” Tom reminds Harrison before he leaves. He nods in approval before leaving. Once you hear the front door open and close you move on top of Tom.

“What’s this now?” He questions, his hands resting on your waist.

“I miss your cock.” You say whispering in his ear.

“well I can’t keep my girlfriend waiting, now can I?” Tom asks sarcastically.

Tom had you moaning and screaming his name throughout the night. The neighbours were not pleased in the morning.