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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Why not have the real thing? H.O 🔥

A/n: I saw someone say Harrison had a tumblr a few days back and it sparked this idea.. sooo :)

Word count: 2.6k words

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving) protected sex, reading fanfic 🙈 swearing

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"Have you read any of these?!" Harrison demanded as he burst into your bedroom.

"Any of?" You asked, not bothering to look up from your computer.

"This," he told you, shoving his phone in your face.

"Haz," you groaned, grabbing the phone from him and scanning the screen. "Why- why are you reading this?" You laughed, glancing up to the see the blush on his face.

"Was watching an interview, celebs reading fanfic about themselves. I was curious," he responded.

"Haz, this is-"

"Steamy?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it," you laughed. You scanned Through the words on his screen, impressed with how creative some of it was. "How much of this did you read?" You asked after reading a particularly dirty part.

"The whole thing," he admitted rubbing his neck. Your eyes shot up to him as a smirk grew on your face.

"Stop reading fanfiction about yourself, Osterfield," you laughed, handing him back his phone. He laughed as he walked out of your room shutting the door behind him.

The next few hours were spent catching up on past due schoolwork. When you finally finished you looked at your phone, seeing that it was nearly two in the morning. You shut your computer and readjusted yourself in bed, but the problem was, you weren't tired. Not even slightly. So being a bit curious, you pulled out your phone, finding the sight Haz had been on and typed in his name.

You were shocked at the amount of things that pulled up, but settled on clicking one that had an 18+ warning.

It started off pretty Mello, just him and the girl hanging out, but it quickly turned into something more much.

As your eyes scanned your screen reading the dirty text, you felt a knot beginning to grow, the words of the story obviously having some kind of effect on you.

You hadn't seen much action recently, being so busy with school and work, you never really found the time for extracurricular activities, but luckily for you, you had purchased a friend to help you in this particular situation.

You leaned over fishing in the drawer of your nightstand and pulling out the little purple vibrater. It was late enough there was so no way Harrison would still be awake, and the buzzing that the toy provided was fairly quiet. So shimmying out of your clothes you grabbed your phone in one hand and angled the toy onto your heat with the other.

Clicking it on, you started with just rubbing it lightly along your slit, focusing on your clit as you continued to read the story.

You let the vibration from the toy loosen you up before pushing it slowly in, eliciting a slight moan from your mouth, the story was getting even more heated now.

"Hey y/n you up?" Harrison asked, busting through the door. You jumped, dropping your phone and quickly shutting the vibrator off.

"Fucking Christ Harrison, do you ever knock?" You demanded, holding your blanket tightly against your naked body.

"Sorry, though I heard you say my name," he told you.

You froze, had you moaned out his name? Your face reddened as you saw Harrisons scanning your room, glancing at the pile of clothes on the floor and then to your phone, who's screen was still lit. He bent down, picking it up, and scanning the screen. You watched as the smirk grew across his face.

"He ran his fingers up her thighs, pushing them farther apart as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. 'you ready for me, my little slut' he asked in a husky voice before shoving two fingers into her aching pussy, making her squeel in pleasure, she always did have a thing about his hands, and him fucking her with them was a dream" he read out loud.

You stared at him with your mouth wide open, as he continued to scan the screen, scrolling down farther. "'Get on all fours for me princess so daddy can have his way with you,' Ok, first of all I would never refer to myself as daddy," he laughed. You chuckled. "Whatcha been up to here?" He asked, clicking your phone screen off, and focusing all his attention on you.

"Nothing," you squeaked, a clear admission of guilt .

"Nothing, huh?" He took a step towards your bed before bending down and grabbed your lacy panties from the floor, and held them up to you. "Sure about that?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

You snatched them from his hand. "Go away Haz," you groaned.

"You know," he began as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "you don't have to read this stuff, you could just have the real thing," your jaw dropped at the words that had left his mouth. Had he really just said that to you. Was he suggesting you and him? He put his hand on your leg that was covered by the blanket. "If I'm being honest with you, I was just doing the same thing, so you'd be doing me a favor too," he admitted.

"Haz," you whispered, not sure about what he was suggesting.

"Come on, in those stories when they catch each other masterbating, they just join each other, makes it more fun," he winked, making you chuckle.

"Wouldn't it be weird?" You asked, feeling shy.

"You don't want to be daddy's little slut'?" He asked, making you burst into laughter. You threw your head back into your pillow and buried your face in your hands as you laughed at how cringe your roommate could be. You moved your hands to see Harrisons face above yours. "What do you say y/n? Want to be daddy's little slut' for the night?" He asked.

"Not if you keep saying that," you giggled. His eyebrows raised.

"Was that a yes? You have to actually say yes darling," he told you, going completely serious.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Thank fucking god," he mumbled before crashing his lips into yours. The thing about Haz was that you had liked him for years, but you would never admit that to him. You reached up grabbing onto his blond hair and pulling him more into you, deepening the kiss. He moved himself so that he was hovering above you now. "You naked under that blanket?" He asked between kisses.

"Mmm," you hummed in response.

"Should I be naked to?" He wondered.

"Haz," you laughed sitting up, "you always talk this much?"

"I'm nervous, I don't want to disappoint you," he admitted.

You pushed him back slightly so he was back in a sitting position and moved, letting the blanket fall, exposing your body. You heard him take a deep breath in. As his hands reached out grabbing your hips.

"You like what you see?" You asked. A sudden shyness washing over you.

"Darling, your fucking perfect," he whispered, pulling you towards him. You let him pull you on his lap so you were straddling him as he ran his hands from your ass to your chest, caressing your breasts. "I've been missing out," he mumbled as he leaned forward, taking one of your hardened buds between his lips. You gasped at the sensation, grabbing at his hair and pulling it gently, making him moan out.

"You like that?" You asked, tugging it again, making another moan leave his mouth. You could feel him growing beneath you, and knowing you were making him feel some type of way was turning you on even more.

"Lay down, gotta- to much clothes" he mumbled into your chest. You slid back laying back down onto the pillows and watched as he got up pulling his shirt over his head with one hand. He tossed it towards you and winked.

"Oh my god Osterfield," you groaned, throwing it back at him. He chuckled as he tried to pull the sweats down his legs, but ended up getting caught and falling to the floor. "Whatcha doing down there bub?" You asked as you leaned over looking at him laying on the floor in defeat.

"Bout to be doing you," he said as he reached out, grabbing you and pulling you down.

"Harrison," you giggled as you fell to the floor, he rolled you onto your back on the plush rug.

"You're beautiful you know," he whispered, leaning down and kissing your neck gently, before peppering kisses down the entirety of your chest and then moving to your thighs. "Can I?" He asked as he practically laid between your legs.

"Please," you begged. He dipped his head down, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, teasing at your nub with the tip of his tongue.

"So fucking sweet," he moaned, the vibration making you arch your back as he continued his feat. He worked you with his tongue, for a bit, and then you felt his fingers run up our thigh and begin to tease at your entrance. One thing most of those stories had had in common were the appeal of his hands, and dear God were they right. He slowly pushed a finger in, finding your g-spot instantly.

"Dear fucking god," you moaned as your back arched from the ground.

"Found it," he chuckled, continuing like he was on a mission. You felt yourself beginning to lose it.

"Haz," you moaned out as your fingers found his hair pulling gently, making him moan into your core, which is what pushed you over the edge. He continued his work until your legs quit shaking. pushing himself up and over you he brought his lips to yours.

"Well?" He asked.

"Why have we never done that before?" You asked, still dazed from your orgasm.

"We can make up for lost time darling, don't you worry," he whispered as he pressed kisses beneath your ear. "You got a-"

"Top drawer," you instructed, pointing to the nightstand.

He pushed himself up onto his knees and leaned over to rummage around your drawer looking for a little foil packet.

You reached out grabbing his hard length in your small hand. He let out a groan and shot you a cheeky grin. "Want me to stop?" You asked him.

"Fuck no I don't," he told you. You shimmied your way so you were right in front of him, and began to press kisses to his shaft, before moving to the tip and taking it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. "Fuck," he groaned, grabbing your hair. You began to Bob your head up and down, taking what you could of his length into your mouth, and what you couldn't, you used your hand to pump.

You felt the knot growing in your core again as you had Harrison moaning and groaning. "Want to be inside you," he told you. You let go of his length and looked up at him through your lashes, and grinned.

"Whatever daddy wants," you teased. Making him laugh.

"Oh my god, nooo!" He groaned. He brought the packet to his mouth, ripping it and then rolling it over himself, taking himself in his hand as you laid back onto the floor. He positioned himself above you, as he ran his leng along the entirety of your slit, toying with your nub, making you moan. He moved back down pushing in slowly until he bottomed out.

"You're so tight," he groaned, throwing his head back before he started to move slowly. He leaned up, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it on his shoulder, before beginning to thrust faster. The angle provided from this position had him hitting deep inside of you, brushing your g-spot with ease.

"Fuck haz, not gonna last," you moaned out. He brought his hand in between your body's finding your nub with his thumb and rubbing it vigorously.

"Come on darling, give me another," he cooed as he pounded into you. You brought your hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but then Harrison moved it away. "I want to hear you," he moaned.

"Fucking hell Haz," you let out, as your back arched off the floor, nearing your second orgasm. He quickened his movements of both this hips and his thumb. "Oh Harrison, fuck me," you groaned.

"I'm trying darling," he chuckled. You wanted to roll your eyes, call him an idiot, scold him for joking, anything. But then he kissed your calf, and your not sure why that pushed you so far over, but you clenched around him, with one lase loud moan of "oh Harrison," he moved a few more times, as his thrusts became sloppy and with a grunt you felt him still, finishing into the condom.

He dropped to the floor beside you and laid down, pulling the blanket from your bed to cover your naked bodies. "You thought you would disappoint me?" You asked.

"Wasn't sure," he laughed.

"Well, not to inflate your ego, but, you just took the books for the best shag of my life," you told him. He leaned over pressing his lips to yours, but this was more than a lust filled kiss. It was soft and passionate. You continued to kiss for what felt like hours, lost in his lips and tangled with his body.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, "next time will be better, when I'm not so nervous," he whispered.

"Next time?" You asked, you couldn't even hide the smile on your face.

"I have to confess something," he whispered. You knew what he was going to say before he could even muster the courage to say the words.

"Me too," you whispered, pressing your lips to his, "have for a while," you said against his mouth.

"Liked me?" He asked, pulling away, a shocked look on his face.

"Mhm" you hummed.

"Shit, should have just told me, could have been doing this all the time," he chuckled, reconnecting your lips.

You fell asleep tangled in each other's bodies. Both tired from the activities you had previously partaken in.

You woke up to the sound of the door shutting and bags dropping to the floor. "Harrison?" Tom's voice called out.

"Shit," you muttered, shaking Harrison.

"Hmm?" He groaned.

"Tom and Harry just got home, get up," you instructed. He jumped up, still half asleep. You searched the floor finding a shirt and pulling it over your head, while Haz did the same. You stood up pulling on a pair of pants, looking down you realized you had Haz's clothes on. You looked over to Harrison who had his boxers on and had managed to put your shirt on in his sleepy daze.

"I don't think this is-"

"It's not," you giggled.

Your door swung open, and Harry stood shocked in the doorway.

"Uh, what did I just walk into?" He asked, eyes darting between you and Harrison.

Tom walked up behind him, brows furrowing. "Are you wearing y/n's shirt?" He asked Haz.

Harrison looked down, and then looked back up. "Yeah so, we don't do toxic masculinity in this house, I can wear her clothes if I feel like it," he said proudly. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You two are shagging now?" Harry asked.

"It's about time, the tension between you was getting unbearable," Tom chuckled.

"Tension?" You demanded.

"Oh yes, tension," harry confirmed. You looked over to Harrison who just shrugged. Tom and Harry just laughed walking away from the door.

"Knock next time Harry, don't want you to see something that might scar you," you called after them.

"Gross!" He yelled back

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spideymarvelws · 4 years

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You Can’t Control Who You Love

mob!harrison osterfield x fem!waitress!reader

Summary: Love can’t be controlled, usually it’s the one that controls you. Warnings: SMUT! oral (fem rec), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my dudez), slight degrading, dirty talk?, angsty ending. Word count: 1.3k

“You shouldn’t be here Harrison,” you whispered into his ear while he continued his assault on your neck, moving his way down, unbuttoning each button of your now ruffled cafe uniform that you wore.

“See your mouth says something,” he said, his voice deep with lust and desire, unclipping your bra and latching his mouth on one of your perky nipples, electing a short moan from you, “But you body says another,” he grunted, worshiping your breasts, “God, I’ve missed these, I’ve missed you,”

You blushed lightly at the mobsters word, biting lightly on your fingers, trying to suppress your whimpers as you applied your full body weight to the wall behind you. Your other hand made it’s way to his blond locks, tugging harshly, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

Harrison complied, taking your shirt off completely, leaving the top of your body complete bare. He locked his lips on yours, pushing you further into the wall with his hands on your waste and neck, loving the feeling of his naked chest against yours. You slide your tongue on his bottom lip, wanting entrance which he immediately granted.

“Greedy little girl,” he grunted as you both fought for dominance which he eventually won, exploring your mouth thoroughly.

While you were enjoying the feeling of his mouth on yours, he sneakily slipped his hand under your skirt, bunching it up around your waste and ripped your white lace panties of your body causing a gasp to come out from your mouth that quickly turned into a loud whine when he started massaging your clit with his fingers.

“Fucking hell haz-”

“Don’t worry princess,” he whispered against your lips, “There’s a lot more where that came from,”

He lightly kissed you once more before continuing with the motion down your neck to the middle of your breast to your stomach, gradually getting on his knees. One of his hands laid on your thigh while the other worked on taking of your skirt. You lifted you legs up one by one so that it could escape your body. Harrison kicked it to the side, leaving you fully naked.

He stroked both of your thighs, kissing the inside, making his way up to your heated core.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, mostly to himself but you heard it anyways, your face burning as he buried you face into your pussy, licking and sucking it like a staved man. Your moans became louder and more high pitched as you arrived closer to your high.

You bit your lip, trying not to cum so early, embarrassed by how quick you were getting there, but harrison took notice and was having none of it.

He removed his mouth from your lips and before you could let out a silent whine, he quickly replaced it with his finger, entering into your hole in one quick motion.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned lightly, bracing yourself against the wall behind you as he added another finger.

“That’s right princess, cum all around my fingers, go on baby,” harrison groaned, quickening his pace.

“Shit, fuck, Harrison!” you shouted as you came.

He put his lips back on your core, lapping up your juices. You lean your head back on the surface behind you, taking deep breaths as Harrison made his way up your body, eventually resting his forehead on yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning against his body, your head nudged into the crook of his neck.

“Should I return the favour?” you asked, placing a light kiss on the side of his neck.

“No, no, it’s alright baby,” he whispered, hooking his hands on the back of your knees, pulling your legs around his waste, lifting you off the wall and carrying you to your bedroom. You let out a giggle, sucking and bitting on the side of his neck, electing a moan from him.

Harrison laid you down on the bed quickly getting back off. He took of his jeans along with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you. He kissed you softly, grabbing at your hips, grinding down on your body.

“You know,” he said between kisses, “I really did miss you,” he whispered, pulling back to look into your eyes.

You looked back into the depth of his blues, switching between his left and right before raising up and laying a light kiss on his lips, “I missed you too baby,” you said back, caressing the side of his face, “But can we save this for later when your dick is not hard against my thigh,” you said innocently despite your intentions, moving your hand down to his cock, stroking it lightly wanting nothing more but to lick the precum off the tip.

“My sly little girl, sorry for trying to be romantic” he groaned, “but I think you forgot who’s the one in charge here hmm?”

He pushed your hand away, taking both of them and placing them above your head. He took his cock in his hand, teasing you with the tip of his cock, slapping it down on your soaking pussy.

“Haz!” you whined.

“Beg for it baby, if you want to be such a needy slut,”

“Fuck please harrison!”

“Please what?” he said, slipping in the tip of his dick before sliding it back out, repeating the process, “Tell me what you need baby,”

“Please fuck me,” you whimpered, “Fuck me with your cock,”

With that, Harrison pushed himself inside you, taking his time, knowing it had been a while. He slowly made his way deeper and deeper before bottoming out. He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to get use to the stretch. You nodded to him slightly, giving him permission to move and allowing him to snap his hips back and into your hole again, continuing his assault on your pussy.

“Oh fuck baby,” you screamed, grabbing his ass, trying to push him deeper.

“You want it harder princess? Gotta use that little voice of yours babygirl,” Harrison moaned, pushing his face in the crook of your neck.

“Harrison i- oh my god,” you screamed, “Please, please harder!” you shouted, moving your hands to grab onto his shoulders as he listened to your wishes.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” you screamed when you reached your high once again, your orgasm better than the last around his cock.

“Fuck y/n,” Harrison grunted into your ear, his motions sloppy before he finished inside of you, his cum coating your walls.

His body fell on top of yours as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes, he rolled of your body, landing on his back next to you, he pulled you to his chest, taking the covers that laid on the side of your bed and partially on the floor and threw it on the top of both of you.

You nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent and tracing haphazard patterns on his peck. Harrison did the same on your back, maintaining the silence and comfort the both of you held in the moment.

You haven’t remembered the last time you felt this at peace, maybe it was the last time he came around a few months back. You never realised how much you missed his touch, his body against yours, his voice, essentially his entire presence.

But you knew all good things always came to an end.

“As much as i would love to stay,” Harrison started, hesitantly unwrapping his hands from around your waist, “You know i can’t,” he sat up from his position besides you.

You latched your arms around his torso, still in an orgasmic daze, squeezing him gently, your stubborn side starting to come out. You tried to pull him back to bed, “Don’t leave yet,” you mumbled, into the back on his shoulder, feathering sweet kisses along it, sitting up behind his figure with him.

“y/n,” he whispered, turning his head towards you, resting his hand against your cheek and his forehead against yours, “You know the consequences if I do,”

“Then why did you come in the first place if your just going to leave again?” you questioned, letting the tears forming at the corners of your eyes escape down in to you cheek, “It’s been three months Harrison, then you show up out of the blue and then you just going to vanish again?”

“I have no other choice y/n/n,” Harrison cried, wiping away your stray tears, “If our parents ever found out that their rivals children are dating and madly in love, who knows what might happen,’ he chuckled sadly.

“I know,” you whispered, “I know,” you put your hand over his that layed on your cheek, “I just wish there was another way,”

“me too darling,” he whispered, bringing your body into a bone crushing hug, not wanting to let go, knowing that the hole they dug was too deep to cover up any longer.

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lickmeleclerc · 6 years

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Pretend H.O {Imagine}

Characters: lowkey gang!Harrison x Y/n (Female Reader)

Word Count: 810

Summary: Harrison doesn’t want to pretend with Y/n anymore, he wants it to be truly and real and nothing but that.

Based off of this song & the photo below (Not my pic)

He knew when he first laid eyes on her from across the parking lot nothing would become of them. But like a magnet drawing to its opposite Harrison couldn’t pull himself away from her. His eyes landed on her ass first in that short skirt with her legs extending past the material and he caught himself biting his lip at the thought of her under him in nothing, but then his eyes rose and he noticed how her hair flowed behind her in the small breeze and he caught a glimpse of her face as she turned to one of her high class friends, her eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile showed on her lips from whatever they had said. He found himself not only wanting to pine after her for a quick fuck but something more. Harrison never gives up on something he wants.

“Fuck you and your high class friends.” His words left his kissable lips in a joking manner as he watched the girl from the corner of his icey eyes. She clinched the bathroom pass tighter in her hand out of anger.

“Oh yeah? Well fuck you too.” Her voice an octave higher than the normal tone. He smirked proud of himself for inciting a reaction from her. Who knew a girl like her would use such foul language?

“They wouldn’t know the difference between love and sex, intelligence isn’t something they posses.” He fires back turning on the heel of his shoe to face the girls backside a lovely view of her ass again.

“Don’t talk about my friends that way.” She sneers turning more elegantly than Harrison had as she eyes him up, his taller stature would intimidate others but not her. A demeaning chuckle leaves his lips as he slides his tongue across the bottom one slowly. A move he’s done many times to trick girls into thinking of kissing him, he only wishes it’ll falter the girls demeanor in front of him, but alas. Nothing.

“Now darlin you know I’m not wrong. But since I’m on a roll Fuck your new boyfriend too.” He winks toying with her. He watches as the anger surges through her, lighting a fire behind her eyes as both fists are clenched now. He can’t help himself the asshole mentality he’s inherited comes out even if he doesn’t want it too. She smirks now crossing her arms under her breasts making them more pronounced and he can’t decipher if its a trick or an honest coincidence.

“Harrison Osterfeild are you jealous?” She questions the sarcasm of her words even an idiot wouldn’t miss. It’s his turn to roll his eyes and drop his stature to show disinterest. His large hands move and start to slow clap at her words.

“Good for you Y/n Y/l/n you’ve totally blown my cover.’ He begins to shout as if a crowd was around wanting to hear the conversation between the two. She steps closer to him trying to sush him, She can’t be caught skipping class and especially cannot be caught talking with Harrison. He thinks quickly and moves one hand around her waist and the other behind her head as he leans her smaller frame compared to his against the lockers that line the hall. She lets a gasp escape her lips at his quick motions.

“I bet he doesn’t know your love for rock bands or you infatuation with drunk romance or that we sleep in all weekend and we pretend that you’ve left him, that we’re more than just friends.” His words are hushed and he’s never shown such raw emotion like this for not only her but anyone he’s ever been after. He’s ready to shout his love from the rooftops and this is his confession of it. But Y/n doesn’t seem as enthusiastic.

“Shh someone will hear you.” She mumbles as her eyes flick from right to left, his bandanna blocks her view as her eyes only seem to focus on that and his lips inches away. He takes a deep breath trying again.

“Fuck your parents and I’m sorry I doubted you when you said that they’re insane. They always say I don’t act my age, but c’mon I know that’s a reason you love me. And they always say you’re too good for me and that’s the only time I’ll agree with them but hey when we pretend on the weekends you seem to still love me.” His tone of voice changes as he finishes his last effort to convince her, to say yes to stop the pretending and to make it all real. Her chest feels tight as they two stare deep into one another's eyes as if the answer will be in them. With a deep breath and the silence killing him slowly she answers.

“Okay.”

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield

warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold

wc ↠ 1533

(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤

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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.

he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.

“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.

a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.

“tom, what’s that?”

“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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Richkid!Tom x reader x Harrison Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 742

Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties

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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”

“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”

“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”

You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.

“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him.

A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”

Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.

“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer

“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”

Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”

The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”

Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.

Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.

Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.

He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”

When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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You Again

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom isn’t happy to find out how you and Harrison know each other

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“Thanks for coming with me. I know these family parties can be pretty boring.” Tom smiled in appreciation as you joined his side. You wrapped an arm around him and looked around his family’s house at the ongoing party.

“Are you kidding me? There is nothing I’d rather be doing than attending your cousins graduation party.” You rubbed his back sweetly.

“We can leave soon.” He promised. “I just want some cake.”

“Damn. I want cake now too.” You chuckled.

“Come here. I want you to meet my best friend.” Tom lead you over to someone and tapped the shoulder of a blonde boy.

“Y/n, this is-“

“Harrison.” You said in surprise when the boy turned around.

“Y/n.” Harrison’s eyes widened. “Wow. Good to see you again.”

“You guys know each other?” Tom asked with a smile. You and Harrison exchanged a look of fear before quickly looking away.

“Yeah.” You said slowly. “We met once.”

“Long time ago.” Harrison nodded and adverted his eyes.

“Very long time ago. Who can even remember that long ago?” You laughed awkwardly.

“Not me.” Harrison said quickly. “I barely remember.”

“When did you guys meet?” Tom wondered.

“In college. But it was just briefly. Just a short...interaction.” You smiled weakly.

“I wouldn’t call it short.” Harrison shrugged. “I think we interacted for at least an hour.”

“No, it was pretty short.” You said through a forced smile.

“Wow.” Tom didnt sense the awkwardness. “What are the odds that you’ve met?”

“I’m wondering the same thing. Tommy, can you go get me another drink?” You asked and handed him your cup.

“Sure, darling.” He kissed the side of your head before leaving for the kitchen.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly at him before snapping your attention to Harrison. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m Tom’s best friend. What are you doing here?” He whispered harshly.

“I’m his girlfriend.” You whispered back. “Didn’t you know that?”

“I knew your name but I’ve never seen a picture. I didn’t know he was dating a girl I slept with in-“

“You need to keep your voice down.” You cut him off. “He cannot find out like this.”

“Well one of us has to tell him.” Harrison insisted. “And it has to be you because he won’t hit a woman.”

“I can’t tell him. It’ll break his heart.” You whined. “He gets jealous really easily. You have to tell him.”

“But if I tell him, he’ll punch me in the face.” Harrison said simply. “And I’m a model. I need my face.”

“Sorry, wait. You’re a male model?” You tried it hold back a laugh.

“You’re judging me?” He asked. “You slept with your boyfriends best friend.”

“Shhhh!” You covered his mouth with your hand. “It was before he was my boyfriend!”

“He’s coming.” Harrison’s eyes drifted past you. “No more talking about it.”

“Hey guys.” Tom returned to your side. “Are you getting along?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re getting along just fine.” You nodded before taking a sip of the drink Tom brought you.

“We’re very compatible.” Harrison said, making you choke on your drink.

“Will you excuse me?” You gulped and ran to the bathroom. You splashed some cold water on your face to calm down before going back to the living room. You managed to keep your distance from Harrison as the party went on and did your best to avoid the topic all together. However, you made awkward eye contact with him all night, every glance bringing flashes of your night together. After eating, you spotted Harrison by himself and went over to him.

“Have you told him yet?” Harrison asked quietly.

“No. I’ll tell him later.” You waved your hand. “Like in ten years when we’re married and it’s funny. I can’t tell him now.”

“Tell me what?” Tom asked from behind you, making you both jump.

“Oh God.” You gulped.

“I suddenly have to leave. Immediately. Good luck, Y/n.” Harrison patted your back and ran as fast as he could.

“Darling, tell me what? What’s wrong?” Tom began to worry after he saw the way Harrison reacted.

“Nothing.” You lied. “Nothings wrong.”

“You’ve been acting strange all day.” Tom frowned. “What’s going on with you?”

You looked at him for a long time before letting out a sigh. You didn’t want to lie to him, and you were a believer in lying by omission, so you pulled him aside.

“I have to tell you something.” You began.

“Okay.” He looked at you skeptically. “What’s up?”

“The reason Harrison and I have been so awkward around each other is because...” You trailed off when it felt like the words simply could not come out of your mouth.

“Because why?” Tom pressed. You scrunched your face together in guilt before looking at the ground.

“Because we’ve slept together.” You mumbled towards the floor. Tom let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, what?” He chuckled.

“I’ve slept with Harrison.” You looked at him and twisted your fingers. “In the past. The distant, distant past.”

“As a joke, right?” He assumed. “You’re saying this as a joke.”

“No, for real.” You told him.

“For real, but as a joke right? You’re joking.” He nodded along.

“I am not joking.” You shook your head.

“But you’re kidding, is what I’m saying.”

“I am telling you the truth.” You said. “And the truth is I fucked Harrison.”

“But you’re joking-“

“I’m not joking! I’m being serious.” You insisted. “It was a long time ago. Long before we met.”

“Funny. Funny girl.” Tom laughed weakly. “Funny thing to say. Funny funny funny.”

“I’m not being funny. I slept with him in college. His sister was having a party and he stopped by.” You began to tell him the story.

“And then you said hello to each other and parted ways.” Tom finished your story for you.

“We did say hello.” You agreed. “We also had sex. With each other. Harrison and I.”

“Oh my God.” Toms eyes widened. “You’re being serious? You’re not joking around?”

“I’m being serious.” You admitted. “I wish it was a joke but it’s the truth.”

“So....” Tom held his hands to his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath. “What you’re telling me is that you and Harrison have been….intimate with each other.”

“If you prefer to say it like that, sure. We were intimate.” You nodded.

“Right. Because I don’t even want to hear you say Harrison fucked....” Tom trailed off, finding it difficult to finish the sentence from how angry it made him. You stood there silently, not wanting to make it worse by saying anything.

“I don’t want to hear that he fucked my girl.” He finally got it out. “I don’t ever want to hear that.”

“Then we won’t say that.” You agreed. “We never have to say that. We never even have to talk about this. I just wanted to let you know so that we don’t have any secrets between us.”

“Okay. It’s good that you told me. I want to die right now but I’m glad I know.” Tom nodded as he tried to remain calm.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted. “It was before I met you. And it was just a one time thing. Well, two times. But it was the same night so-“

“Stop.” He said quickly. “Please. No details. I cannot handle details.”

“Right. Sorry.” You smiled sympathetically. “Are you okay?”

“No. No, I wouldn’t say I’m okay.” He laughed weakly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was the same guy until you introduced us today. And honestly, I forgot it even happened until now. It wasn’t memorable.” You admitted as you rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“Oh great.” Tom grumbled. “So not only did my best friend sleep with my girlfriend, he didn’t even please her?”

“Why is that bad?” You chuckled at his reaction.

“Because that means my best friend is lame!” He said like it was obvious. Before you could respond, Harrison came back over to see how the conversation had gone.

“There you guys are. Oh no. He looks pissed.” Harrison grimaced when he saw Tom’s face. “Did you tell him we fucked?”

“Oh my God.” You covered your face with your hands as Harrison said the forbidden word. Tom turned bright red and glared at Harrison with a clenched jaw.

“So.” You cleared your throat to relive some tension. “Cake anyone?”

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vendettaparker · 4 years

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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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Hey hope I made it in time for your sleepover something with Harrison where she’s so tired from work that she falls asleep on his lap while watching a movie or something

You absolutely did love! This is such a sweet idea 😭 I hope you enjoy, luv u xx

Sleepyhead

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: You’re very tired and Harrison takes care of you

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(y/n) yawned as she snuggled into Harrison’s side, waiting for him to pick between two action movies he thought looked good. She could hardly keep her eyes open, work had completely wiped her out for the day, but she was determined to have a movie night nevertheless.

“Sweetheart you know we can just go to bed,” he chuckled at her drowsy state.

She shook her head, “No, no, it’s supposed to be movie night Haz, I’m up don’t worry.”

“We can have movie night another night,” he assured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s okay, I’ll stay up,” she promised.

“Alright,” he suspected she wouldn’t last long into the film but hit play anyway.

Of course Harrison was right, not even a half hour into the film she was passed out in his lap. He chuckled as he paused the movie, deeming it was best to take her to bed right away rather than risk her waking up sore.

“Alright sleepyhead, let’s get you to bed,” he cooed, scooping her up in his arms.

She shifted slightly, grumpling out something he couldn’t even begin to understand. Lucky he’d gotten her to change before they sat down so all he had to do was tuck her into bed, a task much harder than one might imagine.

“Here we are sweetheart,” he cooed, peeling back the covers to lay her down, only to have her cling closer to him.

“No,” she whined.

“I’m only putting you down for a second,” he laughed, “Then I’ll get right in bed with you I promise.”

“Stay here,” she whined again, attempting to pull him down as he dropped her on the bed.

“I will, just let go, I’ve got to turn off the lights and then we can snuggle to your heart's content.”

“No,” she sniffled as he finally broke away, tears pricking at the corner of her barely open eyes.

“You are absolutely precious darling, but you are hardly even awake and I don’t think you even know what you’re saying,” he kissed her forehead before stepping away, laughing as she began to whine again, “I’m coming right back.”

She continued to whine and pout until the lights were off and he was back in bed, his arm now secured around her.

“Yay,” she mumbled in a barely coherent tired voice.

“Told you I’d be right back,” he kissed her forehead and then her lips, “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“G’night,” she yawned, snuggling in as close to him as she could, “Love you.”

“I love you too, now get back to sleep.”

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Gonna send a few halloween ideas! Feel free to throw out any you dont like! I just love Halloween 🥰 werewolf!haz trying not to give away his secret but he planned a date with you forgetting it was a full moon that night?

So cuteeeee. I imagine the Twilight werewolves lol

Harrison picks you up, leaning against his car as the sun starts to set. His smile splits his face,

"You look gorgeous." He murmurs. You shrug,

"Thank you but… I look fine." He leans in to kiss your cheek before he's opening the car door for you, letting you duck inside.

The ride to the carnival is short and Harrison takes your hand, leading you around the grounds. You ride all of the rides, he gets you a funnel cake to share and some cotton candy, and he even wastes money to buy you a stuffed bear the size of your torso which you snuggle against. Harrison laughsat you, but there's something about the way he acts, his head suddenly tilted up to the sky,

"What's the matter?" You ask him. He shakes his head,

"N-nothing uhm… I just… I hate to do this but I think I have to go."

"What?! Why?" You pose, holding your stuffed animal close to your chest, "is it something I did?"

"Oh no love… no you were great. I just… I uhm… I remembered something just now and I… I'm gonna have to cut this date short." The look on your face breaks Harrison's heart, "I'm so so sorry, I forgot about something very important and if you can forgive me, I promise you I'll make it up to you." He takes your hands and squeezes, leading you out to the parking lot after you nod. Once you reach his car, he hisses, doubling over,

"What? What's the matter?"

"You should go." He tells you, pained grimace on his face,

"Harrison, tell me what's going on."

"I can't… I can't hurt you."

"You won't."

"Yes I will. Y/N, take my car and go." He growls before he's turning, sprinting off into the wooded area set around the carnival. You weigh your options. You could go home, question him later, or you could confront him now. You choose the latter, following the rushed steps in the dirt. When you finally come to a clearing, Harrison has collapsed to his knees,

"Haz…" He spins, and that's when you see the glow to his baby blues, his features starting to distort, "What's… wrong?" You ask,

"You shouldn't be here-"

"No, you can't brush me aside. Tell me what's wrong with you." You tell him, voice raised, "how am I supposed to trust you if you won't tell me what's wrong?" He whimpers, holding his stomach,

"I don't wanna hurt you." You stare down at him,

"I'm not afraid of you." You tell him. He stares up at you for a moment before he's squeaking, crumpling in on himself.

You hold your breath as he growls and it grows deep and guttural, his bones snapping as they extend and with one jolt, a beautiful golden wolf stands towering over you, snarling as he watches you. You hold up a hand,

"Its okay… it's okay Haz. It's just me." You watch him back off a little, hunkering down before he sniffs the air, treading closer until he turns his huge snout into your palm. You rub up over his head,

"Pretty boy in human and… wolf form then huh?" You coo. He huffs, sitting on the ground to be closer to your height. You scratch between his tall ears,

"So this is your very important errand then huh? Forgot about the full moon?" He blinks, staring down at you until you sit between his front and back legs. He curls himself around your body, huge head rested in your lap which you continue to stroke,

"At least I don't have to worry about freezing to death out here now that I refuse to leave until you change back. And to think that my roommates thought I'd be sleeping with you tonight. This is about the same thing right?" You pose. He chuffs, nuzzling into your palm.

The two of you sit there all through the night, you pointing out constellations and telling him random stories. He whines and huffs in response, bright blue eyes cast to yours. You smile down at him, watching as the sun rises and his fur glistens, the gold caught in the light. He stands, watching as you lay on the ground beneath you, watching him stretch. Once the sun has fully risen, he reverts back to his human self, knelt over you, and your hand reaches up to brush over his cheek softly,

"You really did stay." He murmurs. You smile,

"Of course." Leaning in, he kisses you softly. You caress his jaw until he pulls back,

"Sorry… I never asked."

"I spent all night with you as a huge ass dog and now you're crouched over me naked. I think the least of my worries is you not asking to kiss me." You pose. He scrambles up, finding the most effective of his shredded clothing to cover himself with,

"Uhmmm… it's just… I wasn't trying anything they just… rip." You nod, standing and brushing your dress off,

"I know." Taking his jacket from your shoulders you hand it to him, letting him wrap it around his waist, "I'm not afraid of you by the way. You're beautiful." You tell him. He glances up, pursing his lips after a moment,

"Yeah… I've killed people in that form. So beautiful."

"Hey, you protected me and that's all that matters. I was warm all bundled up in you all night." You tell him, reaching up to brush a thumb across his cheekbone. He stares down at you, eyes sparkling,

"I don't think I could… ever hurt you." He tells you softly. Moving forward, you lean up and kiss him again, hands smoothing over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss for just a moment before he's pulling back and stroking down your hair,

"I'll never hurt you." He murmurs. You nod,

"And I'll never hurt you." You confirm. He gives you one more quick peck before he's taking your hand,

"C'mon. Let's find me some clothes and I'll take you on a proper date." He tells you. Wrapping your arms around his, you snuggle into his side, feeling more safe than ever.

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parkerpeter24 · 3 years

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“god i love your hands” “lets put them to good use then” you know with who👀🤭

whipped cream

warnings: suggestive comments, connotations of sex, smirky haz

harrison winked at you, spraying out some of the whipped cream from the can onto the back of his hand, “you ready for this, love?” he smirked, watching you staring at his hand, specifically the rings that rested on his middle and index fingers. he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention.

“oh, um y-yeah, ready as ever!” you rubbed your hands together, blushing slightly at getting caught in the act of staring. putting forth your hand upside down in the air, you allowed him to spray some amount of whipped cream on your hand as well.

“okay, let’s do this!” he said, pressing the record button on the phone that was propped against a wall on the kitchen counter. as soon as the video started recording, harrison hurried and smacked the back of his forearm, making the cream fly into the air, but not hight enough.

his estimations fell wrong as the cream dropped downwards, getting all over harrison’s palm. he cursed under his breath, making you laugh but that soon died down when he decided to lick the cream off his hand. he smirked to himself, waiting for you to take your turn.

“okay, let’s do this.” you mumbled before repeating harrison’s maneuvers, the whipped cream flying into the air but before you could catch it in your mouth, harrison interrupted, his clean hand shooting forward and catching the whipped cream as it spread all over his fingers, “hey-”

he grinned, “got it!”

you just stared at the blue eyed bloke with an amused expression, “what was that for?” you huffed and reached over to the phone to stop it from recording anything further. you glared at your boyfriend wanting him to explain why he did what he did.

but he just shrugged, unfazed by your stern look, “you can just lick it off, darling.” your eyes widened at his suggestion, him doing nothing except raising an eyebrow towards you cheekily, “wouldn’t you like that?”

you looked back and forth between his eyes and his hand before taking his in yours, gulping the lump formed in your throat due to the tension inside your very kitchen. his free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his as your lips wrapped around his index and middle finger, sucking and licking the cream off of them.

he stared at you with lustful eyes as you continued doing so until most of the whipped cream was off his fingers. you looked up at him, feeling the fingers of his other hand digging into the skin of your waist, “god i love your hands.” you didn’t even realise what you’d said until you saw a smirk rise to his face, feeling the heat spread across your face, burning in the best way possible.

“let’s put them to good use then.”

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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So TikTok resulted in me having decided to do a period simulator writing with several of the guys.

I only did it for the Holland/Osterfield ones as I’ve not gotten any responses for the other people yet. But if you want their versions, let me know.

Also if you want a pregnancy simulator version as like a pt 2, please inform me!

Warnings: pain, stupid boys, fluff, a few curses, etc.

Tom Holland:

“And this is supposed to be what you feel every day?” Tom asks, lifting his shirt so his girlfriend y/n can apply his the simulator connection patches to his skin.

“Well everyday I’m on or around my period, yes” y/n giggles, firmly securing the patches.

“Mate, my sister has called out of school for this, why are you doing that?” Harrison laughs, shaking his head as his mate gets more and more electrodes stuck to him.

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

Haz shakes his head and leans back in his seat as he waits.

“Okay Tommy this is level 1 which isn’t really much. I don’t even feel it when I tried it” Y/n says, turning the device on.

“What level are you normally?” Tom asks, flinching slightly as the simulator starts contracting his muscles.

“Usually? I’m a 8 or 9. Sometimes a 10 but I usually take meds if it get there” y/n shrugs.

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

“A 10” y/n answers, turning the device up a level.

“A-and you go all the way to that?!” Tom asks, his breath hitching when the device increases the pressure.

Y/n hums, turning to ensure the camera is recording. His fans, and mum, are going to love this.

“Alright babe, you’re doing well. A bit quiet but are you ready for the next level?” She asks.

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

Y/n bites her lip to keep from laughing at how he’s still so low and already struggling.

A few levels later and Tom is sweating, his hands running through his hair and down his face in frustration.

“Do you want to stop?” Y/n asks gently.

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

Y/n glares at Harrison before facing Tom, “you can stop”.

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

“Alright a few more to go then” y/n says.

Y/n bites her lip as she debates stopping even though Tom doesn’t want to give up.

He’s sweating as if he just did a workout for a new Spider-Man film. His sleeves bunched up in his fists at his side.

“Fu-fuck. How do you do this?” Tom groans after agreeing to go up another level.

“You’re at a 9 now T. We can stop” she says.

“N-n-no. You said you get 10s, I want to know what that’s like” he argues.

“Tom, you don’t” she begins to protest but Tom just shakes his head.

Y/n sighs and presses the button to increase the level one last time.

Tom grunts and places his hands on the chair in front of him as he tries to bare the pain.

“T-th-this” Tom mumbles through his clenched jaw.

Having had enough of his stubbornness, y/n shuts the device off and steps up to him to remove the cords.

Tom’s clammy hand grabs one of hers and squeezes, “darling you deal with that each time?”.

Y/n stifles a laugh and nods as she turns to stop the recording.

Tom let’s out an exacerbated sigh, “whenever you’re on your period again I’m giving you a daily massage and warm bath”.

Y/n blushes and kisses his cheek before wrapping her arms around her stubborn yet sweet boyfriend.

Harry Holland

“Alright Baz, shut up and stop messing with the cords” y/n complains.

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

Y/n laughs and starts the device upon securing the adhesive stickers.

“I can feel it but it isn’t bad” Baz shrugs.

“It is only at a one Harry, give it a minute” y/n smirks, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to regret having said she was exaggerating her discomfort today.

“Go up then” he laughs.

“You don’t want to take it slow?” Y/n asks, a knowing look on her face.

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

“You said today was a 7? Let’s start there” he suggests.

“Alright” she says, shaking her head as she plugs in numerical value for the level.

“Holy crap” Harry says, his voice somehow managing to deepen.

Y/n smirks and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

Baz hangs his head and shakes his head no, “‘m sorry love”.

“That’s what I thought” y/n smirks, turning it off. “Now you owe me tea”.

Harry rubs his lower abdomen and takes a swig of his beer before heading to the kitchen, feeling guilty for doubting y/n. He certainly won’t make that mistake again.

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Sam Holland

“I mean you know I’m willing to cook us dinner love, you didn’t need to pull the whole period card” Sam teases, setting up the kitchen workspace.

“Period card?” Y/n asks, turning to look at Sam’s mum Nikki who was already looking at her.

“Yeah, you know. The thing girls do to get guys to do things for them” Sam explains, setting out his dishes.

“Excuse me? I simply said my cramps are making it hard to move so I’d rather use the heat pad than try to cook right now” y/n argues, her hands on her hips.

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

“And it’s fine love, I don’t mind. I’m just saying you didn’t have to make up it being hard to stand right now” he says, kissing her cheek.

It’s clear to y/n and Nikki both he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, instead just assuring her even if she just didn’t want to cook that he would.

However, y/n feels she needs to set the record straight for him.

“I wasn’t making that up” y/n sighs, “in fact! Remember how the other day Baz’s girlfriend had to show him what it felt like?”

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

“Well, she left the thing here because she said, and I quote, ‘they’re twins so you’ll probably need this for your Div of a boyfriend too’. Seems she was right” y/n says, dragging Sam away from the stove.

“Do we really need to do this?” He asks, looking at his mum for help.

Nikki just smirks and nods as she helps hand y/n the tools.

“But I’m trying to cook us all dinner” Sam argues.

“If you’re thinking I made it up, why are you resisting so much?” Y/n laughs.

“Fine, just start then, I’ll cook with it on” he says.

“I’ll start you off with what I feel the week leading up to it” y/n says, starting the device as Sam begins to stir the pasta.

Sam mumbles a curse word under his breath as his hand grips the spoon tighter.

“Alright fine, this is uncomfortable. I wasn’t doubting you were in pain love, just that it was possible to still cook” he defends.

“Mm, Sam this is where I’m currently at” she says, increasing the dial.

“Oh bloody hell” Sam groans, his arm pushing downwards to hold his stomach sigh so much force it knocks the pot over.

“Shit, l-love watch out” Sam yells, moving to get y/n out of the way.

Y/n shuffles with him and turns off the period simulator.

“Did we set the record straight?” Y/n laughs.

“Mmmhmm, crystal clear. I’ll make whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat it without a word” Sam says, kissing her cheek.

“Watch your language in front of the poor girl Sam. Although, the bloody hell part was rather ironic” Nikki teases.

Harrison Osterfield

“Mate I gotta film that” Tom complains as Harrison teasingly shoved the camera away.

“I’m not doing this for you Div” Harrison clarifies as he watches y/n apply the electrodes to his skin.

Harrison’s girlfriend y/n has been having a particularly rough period this month and Harrison has been doing everything he can to help her.

Y/n has been so appreciative of how Haz would run to the store immediately after work to bring home chocolate if she ate it all the night my before, keeping her heating pad warm for her, cuddling on the couch, buying her more feminine products when it randomly hit, etc.

Upon seeing her frowning to herself earlier that morning, Harrison asked what was wrong.

He quickly learned she felt bad that he was taking such good care of her when she was sure that to him it seemed like she was fine.

Harrison had argued he knew she was in pain and even if she hadn’t been that he would’ve still taken care of her.

However, he noticed she acknowledged this but didn’t seem to truly believe it.

When talking with a coworker about it, his coworker joked about how lucky Haz was that y/n didn’t force him to try something called a period simulator.

Harrison immediately began his research into this item and located the nearest store that had one in stock, leaving in his lunch to pick it up.

Upon arriving home, he told Tom the plan and they got it set up as they awaited y/n returning from work.

Harrison knew it was going to suck but he wanted to know what it was exactly his precious girl had been dealing with.

Tom, however, just wanted to record his pain for his own enjoyment.

“Yeah, yeah. But-“ Tom began until the boys heard the door creek open.

“Hazzy?” Y/N’s soft voice called out, walking towards where the boys were.

“In here love” Haz called, his chest clenching at how weak she sounded.

She’s always had rough cycles, but this one had really been hard on her. Or, maybe she was just now comfortable telling him about it.

Either way, he was going to gain full understanding; whatever the cost.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asks, setting her purse down and walking until her hands were settled on his bare chest.

“I found a period simulator, I’m going to try it” Harrison said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Harrison! You do not need to do this” she assured him.

He nods, “I know. But I want to know first hand what you’re feeling. Well, as much as I can. This is how to do that”.

Y/n sighs and strokes his face tenderly, “are you sure?” .

Haz smiles at her and nods, “yeah, as long as they’re legit”.

Y/n softly chuckles, “they are. Charlotte and I drunkenly tried one at girls night a few months ago”.

Haz shakes his head and laughs with her, “only you and my sister would do that”.

“Alright, so I want to set it at your number, what number are you?” Haz asks.

Y/n steps back to see the machine and see how high it goes.

“Is it like based off the number in the box of pads?” He asks upon not hearing an answer.

Y/n blushes and shakes her head, “no babe. That is the level of flow”.

“Gross” Tom groans.

“Shut it mate, it’s natural Div” Harrison defends.

“You’re precious Haz. Alright, so this looks like the same one Char and I used” y/n says as she hovers her finger over the button for her level.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

Y/n squints her eyes knowing he’s not going to be smiling much longer as she reluctantly presses her level.

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

“Breathe baby, and I can stop it at any time” y/n says, grabbing his hand.

“How long do they last?” He asks.

“It depends, it can be awhile. But you’re not doing it that long” she exclaims.

“But-“ Haz argues, his eyes squeezing shut as the machine beeps that it has finally reached her level

“Nope” y/n says, squeezing his hand for comfort. “You’ve done more than enough” she says.

Harrison isn’t able to make a retort as he holds his breath in anguish.

“Shut it off” y/n says over her shoulder to Tom, who took the machine from her.

After Haz’s chest shakes a bit with his unsteady breath, y/n turns to glare at Tom.

“I said shut it off. Now” she demands, and Tom quickly turns it off.

Haz slumps his shoulders as his head rests on y/n.

“Come on angel” y/n says, unhooking Harrison from the machine, “let’s get you some icecream and advil”.

“Periods suck” Harrison says timidly as he walks hand-in-hand with y/n to the kitchen.

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Our secret (H.H X H.O)

Harry Holland x Harrison Osterfeild x Reader

❌✖️❌✖️18+ only❌✖️❌✖️

Warnings: unprotected sex, (oral, p in v, anal) titty f*cking, fingering, hand job, nipple play, cum play, slight Dom/sub dinamic, male to male relationship, threesome, swearing (so much swearing) this is just pure filth.

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Word count: 6.4k (I got carried away.... Again)

Everyone had secrets.

That wasn't a foreign concept to you. Some secrets were big, and would be carried to the grave, while others were minor and would be swapped from person to person until morphing into a giant fiasco.

You had a secret.

You had a BIG secret.

One you couldn't talk about.

One you had to pretend wasn't real until you were behind closed doors.

The secret you had wasn't only your own, there were two others involved, two others at stake.

It had started how most things do. Slowly.

A gaze that lingered here.

A touch with a spark there.

A longing look seen from across the room.

It wasn't until one night when the three of you had been drinking that some truth had been spilled, after so long of fighting it. So long of concealing it.

"I want to kiss you," Harry said from the spot he was laying on the floor.

You glanced over to see him with his hands tangled in his own hair like he was having a crisis, like admitting that was the worst thing in the world. "You can kiss me," you said quietly.

He glanced over to you with a cocky smile. "I know, and I plan to, amongst other things, but I wasn't talking to you,"

It took you a second to gather what he could possibly mean. There wasn't anyone else. It was just you, him, and…. Harrison.

"You want to kiss me?" Harrison asked as he propped himself up onto his elbow. He was occupying the longer couch while your smaller body had taken the loveseat, Harry choosing the floor directly between the two of you.

Harry's eyes were fixated on the popcorn ceiling, not drifting towards either of you, his cheeks were a vibrant red, and you could see that his breathing had increased by the rising and falling of his chest. "Mmm," he nodded.

You didn't mean for the gasp that escaped your lips to be audible, but you were shocked. You weren't blind, you could see the sexual tension between them, always picking at each other, being handsy, and throwing around crude phrases with no care, a Normal friendly banter, if it wasn't for the stares. You had caught both of them on more than one occasion looking longingly at the other. Scared to push that boundary. Scared to make something out of nothing. But now, Harry had just aired it. Letting it out, breaking free of the chains that had held him so tightly.

"Alright," Harrison said.

Harry's gaze shot towards him, a mixture of shock and excitement on his face.

"Alright?" Harry asked, not sure he had heard him, or maybe he had been responding to you. There was no way he had just said alright to kissing him.

"Kiss me Holland," Harrison said as he sat up from his previous position of laying down.

"Now?" Harry hissed.

The chuckle that left Harrison's mouth was anything but rude, it was a sweet chuckle, one that said 'I'll take over if you need' and he did. His face came mere centimetres away from Harrys, their noses practically touching. "You sure?" Harry wondered.

Harrison didn't answer, instead he pushed his lips against Harry's gently, a slow locking, a gentle flow, a test, really. But then it was like a switch, Harrison's hand reaching out for Harry's cheek to pull him closer, Harry's mouth opening as their Tongue's clashed and collided, exploring uncharted territory.

You couldn't help the whimper that left your mouth at the sight. Hell you'd fantasized about this very thing, but to have it in front of you was different, suddenly everything seemed so clear.

Harrison pulled away first. Harry groaned at the loss of contact. "That was amazing," Harrison whispered as he pressed his forehead against Harry's, "but I think we have someone over there that needs our mouths in very different places," both of their gazes shot towards you.

The whimper that left your mouth at the insinuation was nearly pornographic. The idea of either of their mouths on you had an ache building so hard in your stomach you were sure you might burst from the way they were looking at you.

Haz was the first to reach you, putting his hand under your chin and turning it up so you could look at him. "What do you want, princess?" He asked you.

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out, just silence as you stared at the boys who you'd secretly been in love with the boys you longed for late at night with your fingers between your legs, working yourself over the edge, there names slipping from your lips with a whimper.

Harry leaned down close to you, his mouth nearly against your ear. "You want us princess? Both of us?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you croaked out, your face flushing.

"Yeah?" Harrison asked leaning down even further until his lips were on your neck, and then suddenly Harry's were on yours. It was hot. It was everything and more, and if it were up to you it would have gone on forever just like that.

Harry's kisses were gentle, as you expected. The two of you had always had a very love forward friendship, so for him to kiss you so sensually and slowly made sense. Harrison's hand snaked to your cheek pulling you away from Harry's lips and to his own, Harry dipped his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on the opposite side of your neck than Harrison had.

Haz kissed you hard, and with intent, his tongue swiped across your lip seeking entrance that you quickly gave. You felt a hand trailing up your thigh and by the feathery light touch you knew it was Harry doing it.

His fingers gilded up towards your core and as soon as he got close you let out a moan, being swallowed by Harrison's mouth. You felt Harry lean forward again, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Is that what you want me to do? Want me to touch you?" He asked you.

You broke away from Harrison's kiss to look over to Harry, you bit your lip as you nodded frantically, "please Harry," you practically begged.

He glanced over to Harrison with a smirk. "Get undressed," Harrison directed, to whom you weren't positive, because less than 30 seconds later both you and Harry were in only underwear, standing next to a fully clothed Haz.

Harrison turned you towards Harry, putting his front flush up against your back and leaned down to your ear, "I want you to make him feel good while I watch," he told you. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes meeting his and seeing that he was completely serious. You nodded as you stepped forward, placing your hands on Harry's chest. Harry looked down at you, with lust filled eyes. You leaned in placing a gentle kiss against his lips before you were pushing him back. He fell to a sitting position onto the couch and you crouched down, pushing his knees apart and settling between them, you let your lips trail from his down his neck and his chest, and then over his clothed bulge.

"Shit," he breathed out. "Are we actually doing this?"

You looked up at him with doe eyes. "I can stop if you want," you told him innocently.

"No, no," he corrected, guiding your hand back to where he wanted it. "Please, keep going,"

You giggled at that but took it as the go ahead. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, as he lifted his hips allowing you to pull them down and free his cock from the restrictive hold.

You looked up at him once more to see him staring at you intently. You stuck out your tongue licking a stripe from the base to the tip and wrapping your lips gently around him, sucking him into your hollowed cheeks.

The noise that left his mouth made your pussy clench. You took the initiative and bobbed your head up and down, using your hands for what you couldn't take into your mouth. You felt a hand on the back of your head, Guiding you down and you glanced up to see Harry's hands still at his side gripping the couch cushions tightly. You glanced over to see Harrison standing beside you, an obvious bulge in his slacks as you sucked off his friend.

You let Harry out of your mouth with a pop and turned to Harrison, a devious grin on your face. You reached for his belt, undoing it and following that with his buttons and zip. You pushed his pants down and they fell pooling at his ankles. You shot him a wink before moving your lips to nibble at his hard bulge through his boxers.

"Fuck," he groaned. You slipped his boxers down, his cock bouncing up as soon as the cloth swiped over it. You raised your eyebrows to Harrison, a silent approval of what he had to offer.

He chuckled as he watched you. you licked the palm of your hand, making a gentle contact. You tugged on him a few times before taking him in your mouth.

He hissed as soon as your swollen lips were wrapped around his length working down him with ease, Harry's hand on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. He glanced over to see your hand around Harry's painfully hard cock tugging about the same rhythm you were setting with your mouth.

"Y/n," Harry's groaned, "I don't want to cum in your hand love,"

You let go of Harrison turning back to Harry. "Where do you want to cum, Harry?" You asked seductively.

Without a blink of an eye, "your tits," he admitted.

You were quite shocked Harry, always being the more shy one in the group, always beating around the bush, but now.. in the heat of the moment, he knew precisely what he wanted, and who were you to tell him no?

You settled back on your knees in front of Harry, and as you were about to reach behind you to unclasp your bra, Harrison's lengthy fingers were doing it.

You let it fall down your arms slowly, your tits now on full display, your nipples beaded at the arousal you felt, aching to be touched and tweaked.

You took Harry's member into your hand again, cascading your hand up and down as you watched his head fall back.

"Lean forward," Harrison whispered. You looked back at him, and all he did was nod, you leaned forward, your face lined up with Harry's chest, your ass in the air. Harrison put his hands on the side of each of your breasts and you knew exactly what he wanted. You licked your hand again, getting a nice Sheen layer of wetness on Harry's cock before guiding him to between your tits, being pushed together by Haz. As soon as his dick slid in between, he gasped, thrusting up towards you. you held yourself up, watching his face as he fell apart, as he got what he wanted. You looked down to see his cock head poking through with every thrust until he was spurting out his warm release coating your cleavage.

"Oh my fucking god," he groaned as he stilled his movements. You pushed yourself up from your knees. Looking down as his release dripping from your chest down your stomach.

Haz reached for your chin, turning your head towards him. "Sit," he commanded.

You went to sit besides Harry, but he stopped you, guiding you until your ass was flush with Harry's groin.

He pushed your legs open, so they were thrown over Harry's. "Can I rip these?" He asked. You glanced down at the pink thong you had on, already ruined from the puddle you had made in them.

"Y-you want to rip my underwear?" You asked slightly confused.

"I already have you in the perfect position," he chuckled. "It would just be easier," he told you.

You glanced down again, before biting your lip and nodding. You watched as, like he said, he ripped them, tugging them from beneath you and tossing them to the far side of the room.

"I'll buy you a new pair," he promised.

You nodded, as you watched him stare at you, taking in you completely naked form sitting on top of Harry, who was completely naked beneath you.

"Haz," you whispered.

He glanced up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a fire behind them. "Yes princess?" He asked.

"Touch me," you begged sinfully. He smirked up at you, bringing forth one of his glorious fingers and running it through your soaking folds, nudging at your nub.

"Are you hard again?" He asked Harry who was holding your waist watching over your shoulder to see what Haz was planning.

"Fuck yeah," Harry admitted.

Haz nodded standing up, he took your chin in his hand forcing you to look up, "your gonna ride Baz's cock, and let me fuck your mouth, that work baby?" He asked.

"Yes," you moaned. Harry lifted your hips lining himself at your entrance before helping you sink down onto him. You moaned out at the stretch having no foreplay yourself, but it still felt good. Harry held you still on his lap as you adjusted to him, while Haz stood In front of you lazily tugging at his cock until the two of you were situated. Harry guided your hips in circles as you took Harrison in your mouth, moaning against him with every movement. You bobbed your head up and down, swiping your tongue across the head of his member, the saltines of his precum hitting your tongue. You worked him in your mouth, dropping your hand between his legs as you grabbed his balls gently between your fingers.

He groaned loudly as he jerked away from you.

You looked up at him confused, worried you had done something wrong. "Get up and turn around," he told you.

You did as he told you, getting off of Harry and turning around straddling him and slipping his dick back inside your entrance. Harry leaned up crashing your lips together, tasting Haz's arousal on your tongue, but he didn't care, that only made it hotter. You felt Haz's breath Cascade over your neck before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. He trailed his hand down your back, and near your ass dipping his hand down to your entrance feeling Harry's cock going in and out of you at a rhythmic speed. He trailed his finger back up pressing lightly between your cheeks, a sensation completely foreign to you. He pushed into your puckered hole gently with a single finger, you moaned loudly at that. "Haz!" You gasped.

"Is it too much?" He asked, obviously worried he had hurt you.

You shook your head, "no, it's good," you whimpered.

He chuckled as he pushed in farther, then pulled his finger out again, working you until you were relaxed enough for another finger.

You moaned loudly into Harry's lips as his dick drilled into you, Harrison working you from behind.

"Tell me if it's too much y/n, I don't want to hurt you," Haz whispered in your ear as he lined his painfully hard cock up to your ass, nudging it in. You yelped at the initial stretch, causing him to still his hips. "Keep going," you told him after a second.

He drew his hips out slowly, thrusting in slowly, until he was sure that you were okay. You threw your head back against Harrison's shoulder grasping Harry's shoulders as the two of them thrust into you at a feverish pace.

You weren't sure how it was possible that you hadn't spontaneously combust with the complete and utter ecstasy you felt. Harrison reached for your breasts squeezing your nipples as Harry reached down pinching your clit between his fingers, it was what pushed you over the edge. A loud scream of both of their names as you clenched down around the both of them, nearly blacking out. Harry groaned as you felt him twitch inside you and Harrison's movements became sloppy before a pornographic moan left his lips, his hips stilling as his release spilled into you.

The tree of you collapsed onto the couch completely spent, not sure what had just happened or how it would affect your friendship.

Harry propped himself up onto his elbow looking over you at Harrison, who glanced over with a wide smile.

Harry bit his lip, and you saw him glance at Harrison's lips.

Harrison saw it too, because in no time he was in a sitting position pulling Harry's face to his in a heated kiss above you.

You couldn't help the rush you got from the two of them kissing like that, it was hot and it was sweet, and it was something straight out of your dreams.

That night the three of you had piled into Harrison's shower, Washing away the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated all over your body's before falling into a deep sleep all cuddled up in bed naked together.

That night had started something, something that was unconventional and unexplainable, but it worked.

That was a year ago.

You sat at the table, eyes on the two boys standing at the bar retrieving the drinks for the table. "Ok y/n, be honest. Which one of them are you fucking, because that look says it all," Sam said from across from you.

"What?" You asked, turning your attention to him "neither, why would you even say that?" You groaned, a bit in embarrassment of being caught looking at them that way and a bit in annoyance that you couldn't just admit what you were thinking.

"Pretty sure it's haz," Tom said from next to Sam, "I've heard them a few times," he said.

Your cheeks heated up as your eyes went wide. It was very possible he had heard you, but it wasn't with only Haz. "You're imagining things Tom," you told him, glancing back at Haz and Harry who were both looking at you with raised eyebrows.

Oh boy… that couldn't be good.

"I swear," Tom chuckled. "Harrison even likes to be called harri in bed, isn't that right y/n?" He asked.

Your mouth dropped open as you gasped at him. You were lucky that's what he thought compared to the truth. The three of you fucking each other late at night, when you thought everyone was asleep, sure you could be quiet, but with them, sometimes it was hard. Sometimes you were left just watching them as you touched yourself or one of them was left watching, however it played out, not a single one of you was ever left not feeling completely and overwhelmingly satisfied.

"Or maybe she has both of them in there," Sam joked.

You turned to him with raised brows. "Don't be ridiculous, you think if I had them both in there they wouldn't be howling in pleasure," you quipped, hopeful that would put an end to the conversation. Your phone vibrated in your hand and you glanced down to see a message from Harry in the group chat the three of you had.

Har (thing 1): howwwwlllll howllll baby girl (;

Haz (thing 2): you can make me howl any time you want to princess :*

Y/n (keeper of things): get over here so I'm not alone in this awful conversation.

Har (thing 1): what? don't want all our dirty secrets in the open?

Y/n (keeper of things): oh would you like me to explain to your brothers that sometimes you like Harrison's dick up your ass?

Haz (thing 2): so do you….

Har (thing 1): that's true ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/n (keeper of things): let's not forget about that hot hot video I have of you on your knees for our Bazzy boy.. HAZ.

Haz (thing 2): hey now, what happened to a non disclosure policy?

Har (thing 1): did we sign one of those??? ಠ_ಠ

Y/n (keeper of things): guys….. please, come over here.. and if you hurry I'll do that thing with my tongue.

You glanced up to see both of them hurrying towards the table while balancing the beers for them and Tom and Sam and a fruity drink for you.

You stood up letting Harry slide into the booth first, then you slid back in with Harrison following.

"What are we talking about?" Harrison asked, with a smile.

"How you and y/n, are fucking," Sam said smugly.

"We are?" Harrison gasped looking over to you with a fake look of shock. "how rude of you to forget to tell me," he chided.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics before looking at Tom.

"What makes you think I wasn't getting myself off when you heard me screaming someone's name," you asked, with a grin.

"Because you whimper when you do it to yourself," he said casually. Both Harrison and Harry's mouths dropped open knowing that was absolutely true.

"How do you know that?" Harrison asked.

"Why do you know that?" Harry added.

"Thin walls," Tom shrugged, bringing the pint to his lips and taking a long gulp.

"Obviously, not that thin," Harrison smirked at Harry, who just winked back at him.

You rolled your eyes at your boys, knowing one of these days they would accidentally out themselves.

The night went on, and the lights dimmed as the music raised. Sam slipped away, dancing with a blonde on the floor, and Tom was lost in conversation with a woman at the bar leaving the three of you alone at the booth.

You watched the people around you enjoying themselves, multiple couples grinding on each other, or sucking faces, you couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that washed over you. You couldn't do that with your men, because if you did, you would be branded a 'whore' or 'slut' and you had their reputation's to think about.

Harry must have noticed the change in your mood, he slid his hand over your thigh, making you glance over to him.

"Do you want to go dance?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes, but I want to dance with both of you," you whispered.

He nodded, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

"I know this is hard, baby, I wish we could give you everything you deserve, I want to show you off to the world, I want to be proud of what we have. Hell I am proud of what we have, it's just-"

"It's hard when we're in such a spotlight," Harrison finished, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "but we can go home and dance all you want in the living room, those two divs aren't going to be heading back anytime soon anyway," he chuckled.

"Take me home," you whispered to Harrison, who despite always being the careful one, gently pushed his lips to yours.

"Let's get our girl home," Harrison told Harry with a smirk.

Our girl. Theirs. Both of them. No matter how unconventional it may be, this was your little slice of heaven.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek pulling you into a quick kiss before Harrison was helping you out from the booth, everyone else was too preoccupied to notice you had just kissed both of them, and you were too buzzed to care anyway, you just wanted to get home with your guys.

As soon as you were out of the cab and on your way to the door, Harry had you pushed up against the outside wall, lips on lips, bodies flush against each other.

Harrison chuckled from beside you two unlocking the door, "com'on let's move this to my room," he told the two of you.

Harry broke his lips away, slipping his hands to your ass and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards Harrison's room.

As soon as the door was shut, you heard the lock click and you were set down onto your feet, Harry in front of you and Harrison behind you.

Harrison's hands fumbled at the hem of your shirt, lifting It over your head and tossing it to the side. Harry chuckled as he ran his fingers over the red lace of your bra. "I love this one on you," he told you.

"I know, that's why I picked it," you told him with a grin.

Harrison placed his hands on your hips backing your body flush into his.

"Still want to dance sweetheart?" He asked you with a low growl in your ear.

You let out a whimper as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

"Just want you guys," you told him.

Harry chuckled from in front of you, "you have us baby," he told you in a hushed tone, before dropping down to his knees. His fingers easily found the waistband of your leggings, tugging them and your panties down your legs. You lifted one of your feet for him to pull off the clothing before following it by the other. He shoved your knees apart so he had a perfect view of your glistening pussy above him.

"Gonna have a taste now princess," he growled at you.

You nodded frantically, as Harrison gripped your hips holding you in place. Harry stuck out his tongue, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit and flicking his tongue. He had a way of making you wither away with his tongue, knowing exactly what you liked and the perfect pace to work you to your orgasm.

He swirled his tongue around your nub, trailing it back down to your entrance and pushing it inside your hole. You gasped as your hands flew down clutching onto his auburn curls, he's tongue thrusting in and out of you before moving back to focus on your clit. He trailed his fingers up your thigh before slowly pushing two into your entrance.

"Harry!!" You gasped, your legs nearly giving out at the feeling. He lapped at your pussy while his fingers thrust into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust inward.

"Gonna come on his tongue baby?" Harrison asked you.

You hummed in agreement, knowing you weren't going to last much longer with the way Harry had you feeling. Harrison slid his hand from your hips to your back unclasping your strapless bra that fell to the floor beside you, he grabbed your boobs in his hands, pinching your beaded nipples between his fingers. "You remember that first time?" He asked in a low whisper, "Harry fucking your tits? spilling his hot cum all over them? how we licked you all clean in the shower, making you moan before we covered you with our juices all over again?" He nibbled at your ear lobe.

"Fuck," you moaned out, a mixture of Harrison's dirty talk, and Harry's toung pushing you right over the edge. "Fuck I'm cumming," you shreiked as your walls clamped down on Harry's fingers, didn't stop him from working you through your high, lapping up everything you had given him.

He stood up, bringing his lips to yours and you could taste yourself on him, his face glistening with your arousal. "Sweet, like always," he told Harrison, "taste?" He asked with a smirk. Harrison leaned forward connecting his lips with Harry's over your shoulder, your very naked body in between theirs.

You reached down between you and Harry, palming his obvious bulge being held behind his jeans. "Want me to do the tongue thing now?” you asked as they continued to kiss, tongues clashing in a fight of dominance. Harry moaned into the kiss and you knew that was him telling you yes.

You dropped down to your knees between then, unbuttoning Harry's pants first and letting them fall, before tugging his boxers off. His length jutted up, already glistening with pre cum at his tip. You turned slightly pulling Harrison's sweat pants down to find he had gone commando to the bar, when his length nearly hit you in the face. You chuckled at him, knowing how much of a smug bastard he was, but he was yours.

You took both of their cocks in each of your hands, tugging gently at them, you moved your lips to Harry's first, fitting your mouth around the head and sucking him in lightly, the precum coating your tongue instantly. his hips moved of their own Accord, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.

"Sorry baby," he whispered. You glanced up to see both of them looking down at you now, eyes blown with lust. You let Harry's length out of your mouth before moving to Harrison's, you stuck your tongue out letting his length slide over it into your mouth before pulling away and swirling your tongue around the head.

"Fuck," Harrison groaned loudly from above you. "Just like that," he praised as you did it again.

You smiled up at him before moving back to Harry and doing the same thing, Harry let a groan leave his lips as you reached between his legs grabbing his balls. "Fuck y/n, just like that baby," he whispered. You backed up, taking both of them into your hands again as you stroked them at the same time, their hips thrusting forward into your hands.

The three of you glanced at the door as you heard the front door shutting downstairs.

"Playtime is over," Harrison groaned, going to back away.

You tightened your grip on his length making him groan. "Just be quiet," you whispered, looking up at him with a taunting smirk.

"Not me, I'm worried about love," he quipped back.

You let go of both of them standing up, "plan on making me scream?" You raised your brows, challenging them.

"Is there a time we didn't?" Harry asked with a smug smirk.

You looked back and forth between the two of them taking a few steps back until you were at the edge of the bed you laid back spreading your legs, "do your worst boys," you teased. "I won't make a peep," lies. A blatant lie, but you were needy, and only one thing could fix that… well two.

Harrison was on you first grabbing your ankles and practically yanking you until your dripping core was slated to his mouth, his tongue hammering against your clit as you clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt not to shriek.

“Damn Hazzy boy, just a few flicks of your tongue and she's already almost screaming,” Harry praised.

“Don't sound so smug,” you gasped out looking directly at Harry, “We all know he does the same thing to you anytime he gets the chance,” you spat.

“Someone is feeling feisty tonight,” Harry mumbled crawling up the bed and dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth, he sank his teeth into your soft flesh flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple.

“Fuck!” You cried, at a mix of the pleasure and the pain.

“Y/N!” Harrison hissed, lifting his head from between your thighs, “So much for not making a fucking peep,” he scolded.

You glanced over to Harry who had a smug grin, telling you he had gotten exactly what he had wanted. The reality that you were at the mercy of these boys crashing down on you.

There was a quiet knock on the door, making Harrison shoot you a death glare.

“Everything good there?” Sam's voice called out.

“Sorry we're drunk and y/n doesn't know how to know how to keep her mouth closed!” Harry called out to his twin.

Your eyes widened. “Harry!” you and Harrison both hissed.

He shrugged with a grin looking unbothered by the fact that he had just all but admitted to his brother that the three of you were in here having a fucking three way.

“Use protection!” Sam sniggered out before his footsteps were heading towards his room.

“Never do!” Harry yelled out.

You reached over smacking him in the chest, “The fuck was that Holland?” You demanded.

“Oh come on,” He sighed, “You saw how much he drank tonight, He won't remember any of that in the morning,” He chuckled, running his fingers through his auburn curls.

“You're impossible,” Harrison groaned.

“You love it,” Harry quipped back, eyes focused on the grin that pulled at Harrison’s lips.

“Shut the fuck up Holland,” He chuckled before reaching up and letting a hard smack hit Harry's thigh, close to his cock.

“Damn,” Harry hissed at the sensation, the gesture igniting something primal in him. “You want to play dirty?” He spat, “I can play dirty,” In the blink of an eye you watched Harry jump up and stalk over to the top drawer of Harrison’s dresser.

“Harry,” Harrison warned, “We have talked about this,” Harrison practically pleaded.

Your core tightened knowing exactly what Harry was doing.

“Should have thought of that before,” Harry taunted, turning around with the tube of lube in his hands.

“Y/N?” Harrison pleaded, making a giggle erupt from your chest.

“I don't know Hazzy boy, looks like you may be taking a turn bottoming tonight,” you teased, knowing very well Harry would never push Harrison to that, there were boundaries in place and that was one Harrison was adamant about.

Harry and Harrison stared at each other, a spark of anger in Harry's eye and a rush of fear in Harrison's. A grin tugged the side of Harry's lips, dropping his tough guy facade and tossing the bottle to Harrison.

“You actually believed I'd make you do that?” Harry wondered, with a concerned glance back towards Harrison as he shuffled back onto the bed.

“Thought I pushed you too far,” Harrison admitted coyly.

Harry chuckled as he ran his finger from your breast down to your core. “Nah, I just knew we would need that,” Harry told him with a smirk.

“You're an ass,” Harrison Groaned.

“Maybe, but you like his ass,” you quipped, wiggling your eyebrows towards Harrison.

A laugh erupted from his chest as he looked back up to you. “Yeah you got me there,” He admitted.

You looked over to Harry who had his length in his hand slowly tugging it as his eyes trailed over your naked body. “What do you want my sweet Baz?” You asked.

His eyes snapped up to yours a hint of mischief behind them. “I want to fuck your pretty pussy while Hazzy boy takes you in the ass so i can feel him inside of you,” He told you.

His words went straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck harry,” Harrison groaned. You knew then and there you would give into that, anything for your boys.

“Where do you want me?” You purred, pushing yourself up.

Harry shuffled to the end of the bed spreading his legs apart, “Come ride me,” He told you, motioning for you to straddle him. You moved down the bed, letting him help you as you threw your leg over his, hovering over his aching cock.

“Love when you ride my cock,” He whispered, running a finger through your folds. “Love it when I can feel him hitting me from the other side,” He admitted.

You let out a moan at his admission letting yourself sink down onto him in one swift motion, “Fuck,” You gasped as he held your hips still.

Harrison’s chest pressed against yours, letting a kiss fall to your shoulder before his hand was sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass. He dipped his fingers between your cheeks nudging your hole gently until you let out a whimper. “I fucking love that you love this,” Harrison chuckled. You heard the snap of the lube opening before you felt the wetness on his fingers, slowly pushing into you and working you for himself.

You glanced over your shoulder at him just in time to see him fisting himself, coating his dick in a generous amount of the lube. “Ready?” He asked, before capturing your lips in a rough kiss.

“Please,” you pleaded. He moved the fingers he had been working in and out of your hole before replacing them with the head of his dick, pushing into you slowly. You let out a groan of pleasure from the stretch before his hips finally stilled against your ass.

“So fucking tight,” He groaned sinking his teeth into your shoulder. They both stayed still inside of you, waiting for the go ahead from you to move.

“Move please,” You begged.

Like magic the two of them began thrusting in and out of you, reaching so deep inside of you, you thought you might rip in half.

“Fuck Haz,” Harry groaned. “Can feel you,” he told him.

A chuckle left Harrison’s mouth as he reached over, wrapping his hand around the base of Harry's cock.

“Fuck,” You moaned out at the sight, you threw your head back onto Harrison’s shoulder.

You could feel your release threatening to explode inside you as they pounded into your holes. “Harry, Haz, Fuck.. oh God!” You cried out as you clenched down onto them, milking their own releases which they gave you, each with a loud cry of your name.

Once both of them had stilled inside you you let your head drop to Harry's shoulder, completely spent. Harrison placed a kiss against your unsheathing himself from inside of you. You let out a groan at the loss of his chest's warmth against your back.

“Going to run you a bath baby,” He whispered, kissing your temple, leaving you and Harry by yourselves, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.

“Hey,” He whispered, pulling your face up against his, resting your foreheads together.

“Hmm?” You hummed out, words evading you.

“You know I love you, Yeah?” he asked, making you smile.

“I love you too,” Yo whispered, pressing your lips to his.

“Baths ready!” Harrison shouted from his bathroom.

“Lets go get our princess cleaned up,” Harry said standing up with you still connected and walking you towards the bathroom.

You were one lucky fucking duck.

A/n: I'm pretty sure this was the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but I can't bring myself to apologize 😈

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leewritesstuff · 3 years

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Keeping Up With The Hollands MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?

Masterlist

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 |04 | 05

P O S T E R

Just needed a doctor on the poster. This is my first Tom Holland series, and for far the support has been really good! The idea came from "The Return of Superman"

Thank you for enjoying it! Your feedback is appreciated.❤

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lickmeleclerc · 6 years

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|Can I be him?| T.H Imagine

Characters: Bestfriend!Tom Holland X female reader

Word Count: 1,422

Summarry: For @loserparker ‘s writing challenge! I was inspired and used the song Can I Be Him? by James Arthur

Warnings: Sad & maybe cussings ?

He loves her. Truly and completely. The kind of love some only achieve through romantic comedies and Nicholas Sparks novels. But he was lucky enough to have a love so strong and so raw, for her.

His brown eyes harbor a light glaze across them as he sips his third glass of champagne for the night. The reception in full swing now. After years of hearing alcoholics go straight for champagne he know understands why, it goes straight to your head. He feels light headed and like he can’t properly support himself, but in this situation. In the months leading up to this event, he’s happy to not truly be himself right now. As people dance around in the center of the room Tom pulls his eyes away as to not get too dizzy. His eyes scan the tables of guests, recognizing some and some strangers. Finally his eyes land on her, on the beautiful bride. Her hair falls effortlessly framing her face like the beautiful piece of art work she is to him. Her veil behind her head now it adds just the touch to make her face glow. A smile hasn’t left her face since his chocolate eyes fell on her. The slope of her nose was something Tom has dreamed of running his hand over. The gleam in her eyes wasn’t just because of her special day but always there just a part of Y/n that made her Y/n. The ever so special Y/n. Her shoulders shook as loud laugh fell from her plump pink lips from an inaudible joke. Tom felt his eyes crinkle and the corner of his lips turn upward, her smile has always been contagious.

Her laughter fades and her eyes shift from the guests in front of her to Tom. A small smile sprouts on her lips as she eyes him. His suit a size too small as it clings to his buffer frame since he last wore it. His wrists show a good inch past the jacket arms. His tie too long, hanging past the button on the navy blue slacks. His hair had his fingers raked through it one too many times and the blood shot eyes left the new bride knowing exactly that Tom was indeed drunk, on her wedding day. Tom Holland, her best friend couldn’t even put a little effort in for her special day. With a soft smile and a nod, the princess of the night excuses herself and grips her dress at each end to hold it up so she can quickly cross the room to Tom.

“Come here.” She mumbles as she passes. Tom gathers himself and follows after. They enter an empty room with make up and day closes strewn about. The conclusion is this was where Y/n had gotten prepared for earlier. Where she had been transformed from a girl to a bride. It almost intensifies the pain in Tom’s chest by being in here.

“I can’t believe you’re drunk Tom!” Her words cut deep and maybe it’s the champagne or maybe it’s that he’s held this in too long that the dam is breaking. Without a second thought a flood breaks loose.

“Y/n really? You can’t believe I’m drunk?” He shoots back leaning against the wall looking at her dress covered feet. When his eyes finally flick up to face her she holds an exasperated expression and moves her arm to inquire more of an explanation. The cloudy headed boy rolls his tongue over his lips as he sucks in a breath before continuing.

“I can’t believe you’ve never noticed really. Y/n from the first time I saw you, you-you stole my heart Y/n. I knew from the very first moment you introduced yourself. I wanted you. I wanted to make you mine. A-and. And when you read your poems or the songs you’ve written, the songs you’ve only ever shared with me. I wished. I wish they’re about me.” Tom has to correct himself from speaking in past tense because no matter what, the love he has for the girl before him, he’ll always have hope. He could never give up the girl of his dreams. He can’t bring himself to raise his eyes to look at her. His vision now fuzzy not from one too many glasses but from tears. His heart can’t take the pent up pain and it now releases itself in tears. He pinches the bridge of his nose to not only conceal his face from her but in an effort to stop crying.

“I know. I know you’re married now. God you’re married. I can’t believe that sentence just left my mouth.” He tries to continue but the more he speaks aloud, the more reality hits him in the face. A strangled cry leaves his throat as he speaks and he pulls at his collar suddenly feeling too tight. As he runs a hand trough his hair, he’s lost count at how many times he’s done this action tonight, he blinks up at the vaulted ceiling with his signature holland puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t think he deserves you Y/n. Hell nobody deserves you. You’re too good. Too good for any asshole of a guy. I’m not even good enough for you.” The unraveling boy continues in his monologue all while Y/n stands there tears welling in her eyes at her best friend. Her best friend she’ll only see as a best friend. But a best friend she’s never intended to hurt this way.

“I’ve been there to wipe your tears before, but I want to be the one who not only can wipe your tears but can truly make you feel better. I want to be the one who can kiss your lips Y/n. God, can I just be him?” He questions rhetorically. He knows fully well he was born Tom Holland and Tom Holland was not the name of your new husband and he’ll never be him. Tom slides himself down the wall and folds into his chest, knees pulled tightly to his inward. He lets out gasps as he sobs. Mumbling “can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?” Over and over in a chant as he rocks back and forth hitting his back against the wall harder each time. Maybe wishing dust would fall off the old chapel walls and make his wish come true like in your favorite movie 13 going on 30. But even in Tom’s drunken state he knows no mater how hard he cried or how many wishes he made, he’d never be him.

“Tommy, oh my god Tommy. Please don’t cry, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Y/n drops in front of Tom not caring about the pearl white dress staying pearl white. She needs to consul her best friend right now. Her words fall on deaf ears though as Tom pushes her hands away from him.

“Y/n, do you love me?” He looks up eyes even more bloodshot now. His eyebrows are pulled downward trying to hold back the continual tears. “Do you?” He asks again forcing an answer.

“Tommy of course I do but just not like I love him.” Y/n answers and looks down sadly. If only the love she does have for him would be enough. But it’s not enough for Tom.

“Then don’t. Don’t try to help just-just go.” His voice almost cracks as he pushes the bride, his best friend, the love of his life away. Slowly she stands and with a small nod exits the room. Another resemblance Tom held with love in films and novels is the pain. The pain of unrequited love.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!

Tagging mutuals: @lovelyh0lland @beautiful-holland @secretly-spider-man @cherryhollands @spidersgeek

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