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Better Birthday Present | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - roommate!Tom x reader word count - 2,433 warnings - language, drinking, implications of sex A/N - For @leniram1890 whose birthday is today! Tumblr won’t let me tag you :( but I hope you have a lovely day and that this brings a smile to your face!

summary - You’re not one to really celebrate your birthday, but when Tom finds out he missed the day, he does a simple thing to make up for it. And as they so often do, one thing leads to another.

You weren’t a huge fan of your birthday. Or rather, you just weren’t the type to really celebrate. You supposed it stemmed from the teenage trauma of throwing a sweet 16 party and having none of your high school peers show up. After that, you just adjusted how you celebrated, and all these years later, it really didn’t bother you anymore. You enjoyed having a simple birthday.

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Naughty Noises || T.H.

Word count: +1.9k

Summary: Tom hears you struggling but can’t help but think dirty thoughts about the sounds you’re making…

Warnings: spanking, unprotected sex (use protection, folks!), and my writing 😂 (Since this is a first for me, let me know if I missed anything that should go here!)

A/N: Sooooo this is my first smut I’ve ever written! go easy on me! I was inspired by this ask @harryhollandsgirlfriend got a while back. She reblogged it and…well this was the result!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: +18 ONLY

Popcorn kernels could be heard popping in the other room as you moved about the couch, situating the drinks on the coffee table, getting wrapped in a blanket, and waiting for Tom to get back with the snacks for your movie night.

You wiggled one more time in your blanket to get the perfect blanket snuggness, when…

“Damnit…” you grumbled as your hand smacked the remote onto the ground, and you watched it bounce under the couch.

You reached down from where you were sitting, thinking it was just past the bottom’s edge. When your hand came up empty with its blind search you huffed, head rolling back on the couch cushions. You really didn’t want to get out from your cozy blanket nest you’d made yourself. But you had no choice. It was the only way to start the movie.

You untangled yourself from the blankets and got on all fours to look underneath the couch to see where the remote had actually ended up. Crap…it had bounced almost all the way to the back near the wall.

You reached out one of your hands hoping that you were long enough to reach it. Your fingertips brushed the edge of the remote, but it still wasn’t enough. Trying again, your upper body leaned ever further downwards toward the ground, your oversized shirt falling up and exposing your ass small pj shorts, but you didn’t notice. You were too close to touching the remote to care.

You also didn’t realize the little hisses and huffs that were escaping you as your whole focus centered around the remote. Or that the popcorn had stopped popping.

Tom, having new silence spread out in the kitchen, went about pouring the popcorn in a bowl for the two of you until he heard the first little whine.

He stopped what he was doing and listened, waiting to see if it would happen again. This time it was a little breathy huff he heard. His eyes looked at the doorway leading to where you were, confused by what he was hearing.

You made another noise, and this time Tom couldn’t help but feel a jolt of want rush through his body. Dirty images, memories of things you’d done just last night, started to flash across his mind. Those little noises were turning him on, and he couldn’t even see you…

What were you doing?

Leaving the popcorn ignored on the counter, he walked quietly into the living room. The image he saw there was one he wasn’t sure if he should laugh at or groan from the way you looked and sounded.

But it was the noises that made him bite his lip, and take you in like the artwork you were.

Tom saw your bare skin where the shirt had ridden up, traced the lines of your hips and the way your back arched as you reached further under the couch. He took in the soft curve of your ass, how you were positioned up and exposed.

The thought of you naked in that position—glistening sweat and blooming hickeys showing on your skin, your muffled moans against the pillows…the fantasy hit him hard, and for a second he almost wondered if you were teasing him. Because if you were. It was working.

Still biting his lip, a mischievous smirk made it’s way over his face as he walked towards you. Kneeling on the ground close behind you, he looked at you for another second. Your ass was so inviting, and all he wanted to do was…

Smack

His hand landed on your ass cheek with a hot sting that made you yelp and shoot up from your crouched position. But no sooner had Tom’s hand landed on you that it was soothing over the cheek and squeezing it in his large hand. His other hand wrapped around your stomach to pull your back into his chest.

“Tom!? What was that for?” You asked, still shocked by his action. You were answered by a low hum that sounded next to your ear as his lips made their way down your neck.

“I couldn’t help it,” he murmured against your skin, “you can’t make those noises and not expect me to react.”

“Noises?” You asked confused, but having a hard time not melting into him as he found your sweet spot and sucked.

“You really didn’t notice?” Tom asked.

You shook your head, you really hadn’t noticed.

His hands were beginning to wander, and you felt your own body respond as heat began to spread across your skin wherever his touch trailed.

A light whimper came from your lips when his fingers brushed over your breasts, barely covered by your flimsy bralette.

Heat surged through Tom now, loving how quickly you were responding to him.

He brushed your breasts again, but this time teasing you. You couldn’t help the new noise of protest that left your lips.

You felt Tom smile into the next kiss he placed on your jaw as he said, “Those noises, darling.”

One of his hands moved under your bralette, rolling your hardened nipple. This time eliciting a soft whine from you. “The ones that only I can get you to make.”

Need for him was beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach as he kept up his massaging. It didn’t help that you could feel just how hard he was as you leaned back into him. You ground into him lightly with your backside, hoping he’d get the message.

He moaned low. The sound going straight to your core, and you ground into him again, wanting to hear more.

His free hand shot out and stilled your hips. His voice, deep and husky, spoke, “not yet, love. I’m not done with you yet.”

At those words his hand trailed from your hip to the front of your shorts, where it slid down into your panties. His fingers glided over your folds, finding you wet with arousal.

“Already ready for me?” he hummed with a kiss to your shoulder, “So easy…” another kiss higher up, “so responsive.” He finished with a kiss right below your ear.

You whimpered as his fingers went to your entrance gathering the arousal and bringing it up to your clit where he made a lazy circle with his finger over it.

“Please, Tom,” you whispered.

“Need more, darling?” He whispered back, still lazily circling your clit, driving you crazy.

You nodded, wanting more, needing more.

“Tell me what you need,” He said, still not changing anything.

“Your fingers, I need your fingers.” You whimper back.

“You have my fingers, love.” He responded, “how do you want them?”

You knew he was riling you up, and it was working. You tried to grind into his fingers searching for better friction than he was giving you. “Faster,” you breathed.

He responded by putting more pressure on your throbbing spot, speeding up his circles. You moaned into the air, but soon you were clenching around nothing, and you felt empty. “I need you, Tommy.” You said breathlessly.

“Where do you need me?” Tom asked.

“Inside me. I need you inside me.”

He responded silently by moving his fingers to your entrance, but you stopped his arm and shook your head. “No. I want you.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his dark brown eyes drinking you in. You could tell he wanted it too.

“Alright, love,” He murmured.

You moved to push down your shorts and underwear, making sure to rub up against his hard length through his sweatpants.

He hissed, but the sound turned into a deep groan as you bent downward, offering your ass high in the air completely exposed. You put your head down and your shirt rode up again, but you watched out of the corner of your eyes, as Tom pushed his own pants down, letting his cock spring free.

He took a moment to look at you, his hands coming to your hips and caressing up your sides, before coming back down to your backside. You closed your eyes as he took handfuls of your ass, kneading it in both hands, and then…

Smack

The sting of his hand made your pussy clench, and it ripped a loud moan from your lips.

“You like that, hmm?” Tom asked, “you like it when I’m a little rough?”

Smack

You moaned again and nodded into your arms.

Smack

Another moan, but this time more whiny as you clenched around nothing. Tom smiled down at you, knowing exactly what you wanted. His hands smoothed over your stinging skin, and then left you.

You whined when you felt his hands leave you, but then you jolted when you felt his hard length hit your clit as he teased your folds, running up and down them, gathering your arousal before he lined himself up at your entrance.

He placed one of his hands on your hip and squeezed, letting you know he was ready. You nodded and he pushed in.

You took a deep inhale, loving the feeling as he stretched you out. Tom moaned loudly as he pushed further, feeling your walls flutter.

“So tight, darling.” Tom hissed, “always so tight for me.”

He slid in a bit more, and soon he had bottomed out. His hands were back on your hips, thumbs tracing circles on your skin until you gave him the ok to move.

When you did, you thought his first thrust would be slow with the way he pulled out, but you were wrong. He slammed back into you, causing a filthy moan to leave both your lips. He did it again and again until he was railing into you at an unrelenting pace. Hands gripped your waist to pull you back, meeting his thrusts, and you both felt the knots in your stomach tightening.

Tom basked in the little noises, gasps, and moans that were spilling from your mouth. Praises left his own as he felt you clenching around him.

Tom shifted his legs to change the position. His thrusts went deeper yet, hitting the spot that made you cry with pleasure. He began hitting it repeatedly, and a new mix of moans and chanting his name began to leave your lips, and the fire in your belly grew to its climax.

“‘M close, you gasped out.

“I know,” Tom panted, “‘can feel you.”

You tried to last just a little longer hoping he’d come with you, but Tom knew what you were doing, “let go, love. I’ve got you.”

You felt him lean over you, and kiss your bare back. The juxtaposition of this soft touch and the way he was railing into you, snapped the cord in your stomach and pleasure flooded your system. You cried out his name, as he kept thrusting into you, and soon his own orgasm washed over him, and you felt his cum coat your walls.

He kept thrusting into you, riding out both your orgasms, until your shoulders couldn’t take it any longer, and you dropped to the ground with your face in the carpet.

Tom stilled his movements and chuckled. He leaned over you again to trail kisses over your back. Both of you were breathing hard, and you stayed scrunched up with him draped over you and inside you for a minute longer before you squirmed at the relative discomfort of the position.

He kissed your back one more time and mumbled that he’d be right back, and got up to move. You hissed at the loss of him but soon were met with a warm damp cloth cleaning you up.

When he was done, you moved to sit up and pull your shorts back on. Then, moving to the couch Tom took you into his arms and you nestled into his soft sweatshirt clad chest, and he swung a blanket over both of you.

He kissed the top of your head and quietly asked, “Wanna start the movie?”

You looked up at him and answered, “The remote’s still under the couch.”

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crash course (t.h.)

masterlist | ko-fi?

pairing: tom holland x bi!musician!reader

summary: fresh out of a breakup, tom moves in with his childhood best friend. she teaches him a thing or two about moving on.

word count: 6.8k (phew)

warnings: best friends to lovers, flatmates au, sexual tension, reader is a fuckgirl/chaotic bi, tom is an idiot, language, drinking, weed, fluff, minor angst, smut!, fingering, oral (m/f), protected sex, dirty talk, bro talk lol

song inspo: hozier - moment's silence / john mayer - in your atmosphere / harry styles - woman / lianne la havas - courage / billie eilish - when the party's over

notes: soooo it was based on this ask but it turned into... a monster lmao. i absolutely love y/n here; she's like a combination of harry styles, st. vincent, hozier, and john mayer and i hope you enjoy it!

***

After a rigorous nine-month long shoot and a tough breakup after a two-year relationship, Tom feels like he’s due for a fresh start. He’s had enough of wallowing in his parents’ house, taking Tessa on long quiet walks at the park, and taking the piss out of his brothers at home. No more of that. He needs to be somewhere different. New.

Hence why he’s taken his car and his stuff to this newish apartment complex in Battersea. (And yes, he’s aware that it’s only a half-hour ride from his family home. But it’s more of a… mental distance more than anything else.)

And there she is, like the most constant thing in his life, standing at the curb in her old grey hoodie and ratty sneakers, with a smile she’s always sported for as long as he’s known her. For a moment, he doesn’t feel all that nervous about this impulsive move.

“Tommy Shelby!” Y/N exclaims as he gets out of the car.

“Not my name,” he deadpans, but hugs her anyway.

She pats him squarely on the back and gives him a brief kiss on the cheek. “I know it’s not. How are you, man?”

“Honestly? Meh.” he pulls away, grimacing. “But I’ll live. Come on, help me get my stuff up.”

She follows him to the boot of his car, surprised and confused by what’s in it. Two suitcases, a duffel bag, and two boxes. All this for a whole-ass international movie star in a multibillion dollar franchise.

“This it? What are you, a student?”

“Are you kidding? I got my golf clubs, too. Do you think I was raised in a barn?” Tom shoots her a funny look as he takes out the suitcases and slings the duffel bag across his shoulder. “You take these, I’ll get the boxes.”

That’s how their relationship has always been. They met back in BRIT School, right around the age where girls and boys can’t be seen together without the rest of the class thinking they’re together, so they established a very 'bro-y' friendship. Funny quips and borderline mean insults to veil just how much they care about each other. First as friends, and then--

Life takes them into different directions. Tom's movies take him all around the world, and Y/N is busy making her own name in the music industry, as a singer/songwriter and producer. Their daily exchanges turn into semi-regular catch-ups and occasional run-ins at events. So, when they bumped into each other at a Tesco three weeks ago and Tom moaned about living at home, it was a no-brainer for Y/N to offer her spare bedroom for him.

Nevermind the fact that her childhood crush is resurfacing and she needs to find a way to get over it.

“You sure you can still see what’s in front of you? What with this… tall stack you’re carrying?” she grins, knocking the top of the box playfully, leading him out of the elevator.

He scoffs at her dramatically, following her into the hallway. “Shut up, I’mma kick you in the shin.”

“Alright, little soldier boy. Here it is!” she welcomes him into the flat, throwing her key into the bowl on the console table.

He drops the boxes next to where Y/N leaves his luggage, by the door. The light blue sofa faces the TV, flanked by a mint green armchair and a red round ottoman. Her digital piano sits on one corner, her guitars adorning the wall, while the other side opens up to a kitchen/dining area with a balcony. The shelves are sparsely filled with books and picture frames and awards, and Tom feels less like he’s intruding on someone else’s living space.

"Mi casa es su casa. Literally,” Y/N says with an easy smile.

He stands in the middle of the bedroom-- his new bedroom. The sun streams in from a floor-to-ceiling window, and he’s thankful for the view of the nearby park. The double bed is flanked by built-in wardrobes and a desk, with two rows of bookshelves over it. The room is sparsely decorated, save for a few tasteful black-and-white photos of tulips and calla lilies on the wall. She leaves him alone to unpack, saying something about a welcoming party as she walks out.

The welcoming ‘party,’ as it turns out, is attended by them and them alone, sitting on the living room couch with pizza, beer, and a joint. It’s a remnant of simpler times, of all-night movie marathons and video games. And a stark reminder of growing up, given how comfortably drunk and high they are.

It’s one hell of a nice evening.

"You seem a lot more comfortable under the influence than I remember." she observes him take a puff, struggling to stop staring at his delicate lips over the haze.

"I've gotten a lot more accustomed to it over the years," he brings it back up to his lips one more time. "'m not that kid who freaked out about one puff for a whole hour anymore.”

“No, you’re not.” Y/N laughs, her head laid on the seat of the couch, near his broad shoulder. “You were a bigger pain in the ass high than you were sober back then. How is that even possible?”

And with that, he laughs wryly. “I think I’m an even bigger pain now, moping about for a whole month after my girlfriend dumped me-- thanks for taking me in, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” she brushes him off. “I’m pretty happy to have you… slummin’ it here with me.”

“I wouldn’t call this ‘slumming’, really.” he looks around at the sleek light fixtures, fancy TV, feeling the soft, fluffy fabric of the sofa underneath his hand… stopping just an inch from her back. "You seem to be doing alright for yourself."

"Well…" she shrugs somewhat sheepishly. Truth be told, she has been doing pretty well. A sleeper hit album, a successful tour across Europe...

"Aren't you?" he looks deep into her eyes. For a moment, the humor fades out; there's just soft, genuine concern in his features. She can feel his arm around her shoulders, solid and reassuring.

And God, it melts her like hot knife on fucking butter.

"It's just…" she takes the joint from him and takes a deep drag. "It can get a bit lonely sometimes. I mean, I'm sure you know how it feels."

"Oh, yeah. All too well."

"Mm. One minute, you're in a hall so crowded, you can barely hear yourself think. And then you come back to your hotel room or your flat and then it's just… dead silence. It's nice to have some company." she smiles softly.

"Well, say no more. You got company right here.” he rests his head on her shoulder, all snug and comfy.

She leans back into him and sighs, the animal documentary playing on TV feels fuzzy and distant. The weed grows faint, the beer tepid. And the company… she just hopes the company doesn’t drift away as quickly.

***

They fall into an easy routine in no time. Tom wakes up early, goes on a morning run or a round of golf, and whips up some breakfast-- sometimes a fancy French toast, and other times just… jam on toast. Y/N usually rolls out of bed from the sweet smell, and Tom is always more than happy to make enough for both of them.

"Ugh, can you just be my malewife forever, please?" she mutters one morning, half-asleep as she takes a bite of Tom's homemade raspberry waffles. "You can quit acting and just… do this."

He hums into his tea. "I don't think you can afford me as a trophy husband."

She pauses, as if making budget calculations in her head. "Yeah, you're right. I can never compete with that Marvel money."

"Sorry, love.” Tom smiles, looking not sorry at all.

"Shame. Would’ve loved to see you rockin’ aprons and… hoovering around the house all day.” she hums into her coffee this time.

During the day, they would do their own thing. Y/N would write music on her piano, mix tracks in her little workspace in her room, or occasionally go out to a proper recording studio to work. And Tom would… he would do whatever new hobby he decided to pick up. Meditate, journal, read a book (as much as his attention span allows him anyway), paint, watch a movie, puzzle, woodwork...

Y/N comes home one afternoon to Tom sitting on their balcony floor, the sound of sandpaper against wood filling the air. The back of his plain white t-shirt is stained with sweat, and she wonders how long he’s been at this.

"Honey, I’m home! Make me a sandwich!” she hollers into the flat in a saccharine sweet voice.

Tom didn’t even look up; he just replies knowingly, “Kindly fuck a duck.”

She leans against the glass door, curiously eyeing the planks of wood of various sizes spread all around him. (That's a lie, she's completely eyeing the ripples of Tom's back muscles doing manual labor.)

Of course, he’s much too focused to provide any further explanations, so she prods on, "Whatcha up to, you sexy lumberjack?"

“Making a little shelf for your...” he gestures at the array of pots and terrariums on the other corner of the balcony, “...green babies.”

“Aww, cool! Thanks, man. Just don’t forget to clean up all the grit, yeah?”

“You got it, boss lady.”

It must be a strange sight to see him transform into a basic bitch, he’s sure of it, but he’s grateful that she doesn’t say anything. Truth be told, she seems to be unfazed in whatever weird shit he does in the slightest.

That's not to say that she isn't supportive-- she is, just not through coddling words of encouragement. What she does do is treat him as normal as one would, as if he’s always done this-- and occasionally join him. Casually helps out with his puzzles when she’s taking a break from her work. Buys new essential oils for the diffuser and meditates with him. Park herself next to him on the couch with some beer or crisps and watch (or heckle) the movie, especially if it’s something obscure and artsy. And truth be told, it is refreshing as fuck.

“So…” Y/N speaks up, not even three minutes into Paterson. “Is this movie basically just… Adam Driver living up to his name?”

“Huh?”

“Because he’s-- you know... a driver.” she motions at the screen, which shows his character driving a bus, fighting back a dumb grin.

Tom groaned. “Are you for real?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. The guy’s…” she tilts her head to the side as she studies the man on the screen. “...strangely hot. He looks like he’s into some freaky shit.”

“I don’t need to know that,” he shudders.

“You’re just jealous that I’m thinking of boning--”

“Shh! Shut up, you’re making me miss what they’re saying!” he puts his whole palm over her laughing face, shoving her away while she snuggles closer into him.

And in the evenings, they would have dinner. Tom cooks mostly; he has the time now, and it gives him a chance to experiment on new recipes. It doesn't always work (like that one time when his chicken noodle soup tastes like seawater), but when that happens, they're always happy to get takeouts and a few beers.

And occasionally, Y/N would drag him to the pub or whatever venue she's playing in. Just to get some fresh air. Interact with the outside world.

Maybe meet someone.

He tries to convince her it’s not necessary. He’s more than happy to sit back, nurse his pint, and enjoy her set. The melody she sings is soulful, but the guitar riffs she plays matches the heart beyond what words can convey. And her band follows her lead; the steady rhythmic guitar, the thumping bass, the banging drums-- a gritty, bluesy sound against the absolutely ethereal backing vocals. It’s a bit hard to believe that she’s singing a song about oral sex, so riddled with religious allegories, but the way she plays it… he can’t imagine it being anything else.

“Like a heathen clung to its homily, let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me. So summon on the pearl rosary. Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me…”

It comes to no surprise at all that she has all kinds of girls and boys chatting her up after her set. And she’s so fucking good at that, too.

“Seriously? That’s amazing!” Y/N beams at this petite blonde who came up to her at the bar. “I’m absolutely hopeless at all that. But my friend Tom here... hey, Tom!”

Tom turns toward the girls with a friendly wave.

“Tom does absolutely everything-- gymnastics, aerial, martial arts… you name it,” Y/N smoothly segues the conversation into a three-way. “Tom, this is Bailey. Bailey, Tom.”

“It’s not as impressive as it sounds. I’m not an Olympian or anything,” Tom bashfully smiles as he shakes her hand.

“I somehow don’t believe that,” she quirks an eyebrow playfully, like she recognized him but doesn’t wanna make it weird. “I think you’re being very modest.”

He laughs, catching how Bailey sizes him up. And he sizes her back up, too. Her greenish eyes and her little black dress and her pastel nail art… and in the background, Y/N subtly raising her glass and nodding in approval, slowly pulling back from the conversation so they could get to know each other better.

She might just be the most perfect flatmate he's ever had.

Well.

Almost perfect.

***

The first time it happened, he thought it was an honest mistake. She hasn't had any flatmates since she moved into this place, so she probably didn't know just how well sound travels through these apparently thin walls. She just carries on having loud sex with the girl she brought home that night.

And he's not even annoyed by her. If anything, he’s impressed because it sounds like Y/N is rocking the absolute socks off this girl. He could hear her whimpers rising up and winding down, over and over again. Over his friend’s warm laughters that turned into velvety moans. Coming together in an erratic duet of euphoric cries of release. Tom would be lying if he wasn't the slightest bit turned on.

"Oh, my God, Y/N, please give it to me, I can’t take it anymore!"

The girl in question said something indiscernible through the walls, followed by a sharp SMACK!

And Tom simply teases Y/N in the morning with a knowing smirk. “Hot date?”

Y/N, as freakishly rowdy and obscene she is in bed, didn’t kiss and tell.

The second time it happened, Tom began to suspect that’s simply how she fucks. His electric drill was whirring into planks of wood as he installed new shelves, but even that couldn't drown out Y/N's signature airy moans and the deep growls of her partner-- some guy she’d met in Amsterdam last year. At first he thought they were taking advantage of the mechanical noise. But he stopped, and he swore they started fucking even louder.

And he gets it. There's something inherently alluring about her. It's not just her music. Even in a crop top and jeans, she oozes sex appeal. The spotlight hits her smooth skin, beads of sweat rolling down her neck like crystals. Fingers expertly working the strings, glossy lips hovering over her mic almost like she’s making out with it… one can't help but imagine how good she is with her hands and mouth.

Tom would take this to the grave, but he totally retreated into the shower and jerked off to the fantasy of her mouth on his cock, like the song she sings about. He wonders if she could elicit those sounds from him, too.

He aimed his orgasm at the wall and just stood there under the shower, letting the droplets ricochet on his back with the ultimate realization.

This is fucked up, Tom. You’re in a weird funk and jacking off to your flatmate fucking some random guy in the other room. You need to get laid.

The next time they went out, less than a week later, he’s determined not to end up alone at the end of the night. Halfway through his third pint, a girl sat next to him and discreetly leaned his way.

“Don’t freak out, but… people are staring at you. And don’t worry, I checked; you don’t have toilet paper stuck on your trousers.”

“Thanks for looking out for me,” he chuckled, partly in relief, looking up at the girl in question.

“I'm Brooke, by the way." she offered her hand.

She's pretty cute, with wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes that seem kind. She didn't seem to recognize him either --or if she did, she wasn't very affected by it. And for that, he's willing to see how this goes.

"I'm Tom." he shook on it. "Can I buy you a drink, Brooke?"

“That’d be… really nice.”

She turned out to be nice, too. A nurse who works long shifts and has no time to catch up to the hype of the MCU, for which Tom is insanely grateful-- it's much easier to flirt when the other person didn't have any preconceived notions about him. Loves Richard Curtis movies and comedy panel shows. Has the sense of humor to show for it, too.

Somewhere along the way, he caught Y/N’s gaze from across the room as she performed her solo acoustic set. He subtly tilted his head towards Brooke, who had her back turned towards the bar, flashing a hopeful smile towards his friend.

“I’m gonna steer clear, or burn up in your atmosphere. I’m gonna steer clear, ‘cause I’d die if I saw you, I’d die if I didn’t see you...” she crooned, soft and wistful, in lieu of her usual witty smirk.

They locked eyes for a split second, he felt like she was singing straight to him. The pub suddenly cleared out, the distance closed between them, and she might as well be a breath away from him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. What the hell was she trying to say? That she wanted him but she couldn’t?

The moment was gone as quickly as it started, and Y/N looked out to the audience. It’s incredibly subtle, but Tom could see her switch back into performing mode.

“Think I’m gonna stay, gonna stay in the gray.” she looked out into the distance. “All the streetlights say never mind, never mind. And the canyon lights say never mind. Sunset says we see this all the time. Never mind, never you mind.”

The crowd’s cheers and applause were like a fresh slap in Tom’s face, awaking him from his thoughts. He’s imagining things, he’s sure of it. Y/N has been nothing but a good friend through this ordeal and he’s reading too much into the smallest things she does. That’s not fair. Brooke was right there with him and she deserved his undivided attention. So he turned to her and said,

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

They were enjoying themselves. She was pretty vanilla, all tender kisses and quiet sighs, which Tom didn’t mind at all. He kind of liked it that way. No fancy stuff, no adventurous kinks that pose a lot of risks, no pretense that this is anything more than it looks like… it was just that.

Nice.

Well.

Up until they were done, but the couple in the next room… wasn't. It was a uniquely awkward thing to lie there with ragged breaths and inadvertently listen to more intense, ragged breaths through the wall. And frankly, it made Tom second guess just how much Brooke really enjoyed herself.

He sighed, annoyed. "I'm really sorry. My flatmate is... I swear to God--"

"It's okay," she waved him off, sitting up from Tom’s arm. "I think I should go, though."

"Oh." his eyes followed her around the room, gathering her discarded clothes. Putting her shoes back on. Shuffling around to find her purse.

Tom kissed her goodnight at the front door, and then simply threw himself back into bed, deflated. Blindly reaching for his AirPods to keep out all the commotion --he’s been telling himself he’s not annoyed, but maybe now he is.

Just a little.

Partly at his roommate, for ruining a perfectly nice evening with a perfectly nice girl. And maybe, just maybe, at himself for briefly thinking Y/N was giving him time of day like that.

And he is fully planning to set things straight first thing in the morning.

***

Y/N wakes up cranky.

She’s had one too many drinks after her little solo set-- partly from the rush of testing out new unreleased songs, partly from annoyance that Tom bailed on her mid-performance. But mostly from that split second she may have revealed too much to Tom.

Oh, the scene plays out so clearly even amidst her persistent hangover. The harsh jet of water from the shower does nothing to obscure the memory of his dumb smile, fading away as he caught her in a moment of brutal honesty. I’d die if I saw you, I’d die if I didn’t see you. He saw it, and dipped. With that pretty blonde, no less.

She shuffles into the kitchen, hoping to get her coffee without bumping into him. But, of course, Tom's already beat her to it and hands over a fresh brew in her favorite 'let’s keep the dumbfuckery to a minimum' cup.

"You are godsend. I love you so much," she murmurs, her voice low and raspy in the morning.

"You talkin' to me or the coffee?"

"The coffee," she answers immediately, still managing to maintain the facade. "But you're alright too."

"Gee, thanks."

She sips her coffee in silence. "How'd it go with, um… the blonde girl last night?"

He stretches his arm, muscles flexing right before her eyes. "Brooke? It was good. Didn't stay the night, though. Figured it was a bit too loud too--"

Before Tom could finish giving her shade, he stops at the sound of approaching footsteps from her room. Y/N turns, finding a girl walking this way. Her yellow dress and warm smile are bright against her stunning dark skin. She remembers how wonderful she was last night --sweet and eager and right in more ways than one. But now her presence just feels… out of place.

"I had a great time last night." she leans down to give Y/N a long, hard kiss, and Tom makes it a point to mind his own fucking business and not make any eye contact, busying himself with his tea.

Y/N pulls away, gently tucks a few strands of the girl’s box braids behind her ear. "Alright, darling. I'll see you around?"

"See you." she steps back with a wave, but then stops in her tracks when her eyes catch Tom’s.

Oh, no. Tom knows that look. She clocked him. And the last thing he wants is to get recognized in his own home by his flatmate's hookup at 8 in the fucking morning.

"Hey, aren't you--"

"Tom Holland? Yeah, he gets that a lot," Y/N smoothly intercepts. "This is Nick Miller...ton. My friend Nick Millerton. Nicky, this is Lana."

"What’s the craic, darling?" Tom greets her in an Irish accent, taking a whole two seconds to realize how dumb he must have sounded, and how much it's killing Y/N to stay cool.

"Sorry, I thought…" she responds from her spot, somewhat embarrassed by her 'mistake.' "Anyway. Bye, guys."

They smile and wave until the door shuts behind her. Click, and then their heads whip toward each other.

"Nick Millerton? You've been watching too much New Girl," he scoffs at her.

"Oh, and giving yourself an Irish accent is a good idea?" she retorts. "You sound like a walking stereotype!"

"Well, jokes on you because I've been sitting down this whole time!"

Y/N burst out laughing, and just like that, the tension between them has died down. It’s that easy.

And as quickly as it crashes in, as quickly it fades away, and soon enough, they’re left with a heavy silence.

Tom puts his mug down, trying to play it off casually. "So... I suppose things went well with Lana?"

She mutters behind her coffee cup, "You can say that."

"Oh, come on! We both know that's an understatement." Tom cries impatiently, then pauses thoughtfully. "How do you even make 'em sound like that?"

"It's really just about… paying attention. Figure out what works, and work it. You're an actor, you get it." You’ve played pretend and pleased an audience, she thinks.

"I mean, I like to think I'm alright, but those girls… shit. What are you, a pussy whisperer or something?"

She chuckles, absentmindedly opening her Twitter. "I can teach you if you want."

And just like that, a hush falls over the room. Tom just stares at her. Trying to process what she really just offered him. He's not even sure what she offered. And somehow, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is,

"I… didn't even know you liked me like that."

And Y/N softens. Quiets down. And there he caught her again. One of those moments of brutal honesty. And Y/N figures if she plays it cool and nonchalant, he would drop it.

"You walk around the house half-naked, sweaty, looking like that, painting and woodworking and shit… 'course I'm attracted to you.” she shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

But Tom knows her too well. He sees right through her and presses on. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were getting over a relationship! I didn’t wanna make things more complicated for you.”

“So you just… keep bringing all these random people to shag?”

“I gotta channel all that energy somewhere, right?”

There’s no denying, no charming her way into an excuse anymore. Not only has she been pining over her long-time best friend, she also has a batshit way of coping with it. She can see the gears turning in his head, and once it clicks, it’s over for her.

No more company. No more friend, probably.

Tom slowly leans back into his chair, choosing his words carefully as he speaks his mind, "I've... always been into you, too. Like, since school, if you can believe it.”

“What?”

“Why’d you think I freaked out so much when I got high the first time? I was worried I might… slip and say that I’m head over balls in love with you,” he admits, his eyes stubbornly glued to his clasped hands.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she echoes his exact question not even five minutes ago.

He shakes his head, staring far out the window. “I don’t know. We’re friends… I just thought-- I don’t wanna make things complicated between us.”

It’s fucking hilarious to hear it back, and Y/N can’t help but laugh. Her whole face lights up and there’s no way Tom could go another second without being infected by her mirth. Their eyes meet again --voluntarily honest, for the first time. The warmth of their friendship somewhat cloaks them, but not quite. There’s an air of… newness over them.

“Oh God…” Y/N rubs the bridge of her nose. “So what now?”

The boy is quiet for a moment, giving it a good thought. “I mean, we can finish our breakfast or… we can, you know, go back to bed. Together.”

The cocky glint in his eyes is back, and she stares for a moment, wondering how much he meant it. “Would you like to?” she tilts her head to the side inquisitively.

"Well… yeah,” he admits in earnest.

She puts down her cup, making a soft thunk against the table. "Let's go, then."

Y/N truly brings out the best and the worst of him. Tom’s nervousness is now overshadowed by the strong desire to prove her wrong. Wrong about what, he’s not entirely sure.

He squares up and looks her in the eye. "My room or yours?"

"Up to you."

"I got fresh sheets?" he offers.

"Deal.” Y/N smiles. Then, she leans in over the table as if going for a kiss, making Tom’s heart leap out of his chest, and stops a breath away. “Race you to your room.”

She may be quick in her banters, but Tom is quicker in his movement. Within a few strides, he manages to wrap his arms around her waist, giggling like a maniac as he turns her around. They’re already breathless from laughing, the warmth emanating from each other akin to a part of their own. And when their lips finally touch, it takes an extra three seconds for it to really sink in.

He tastes sweet and earthy. Of black tea and honey. His lips are as soft as she imagined him to be, although he kisses a little rougher than he looks, mouth hungrily chasing hers. And how could he not? This unbelievable, impossible girl is melting into his kiss, all too glad to let him take her into bed.

He pushes her into bed, stares at her sprawled up on the mattress as he takes off his ratty t-shirt, climbing on top of her with a newfound gusto.

But when he closes in on her, she smiles. “I win.”

“Huh?”

“Told you I’d race you to your bed, right?”

��Maybe I let you win. Make it fair.” he nuzzles her nose, nipping at her lower lip.

"Why, because you're gonna lose?" she’s quick to capture his lip between her teeth.

He rolls his eyes. "Exactly, so just let me have this, alright?”

“Ugh, fine,” she dramatically groans, throwing herself back into bed.

He swerves down to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the side. His finger tread the line where her bare skin meets the fluffy bathrobe, following its path to the knot on her torso. With one tug, he unveils her bare body like a newly minted sculpture.

“Holy fuck." his big brown eyes impossibly darken at the sight of your tits. "I waited ten years to make a move on you?”

She humphs. “You and me both, bro.”

“Don’t call me ‘bro’ in bed.”

“Gotcha.” Y/N nods along, pulling him in for another kiss.

He loves how filthy her kisses are. Tongue laving into his mouth, nose clashing into his, teeth biting at his lower lip. Tom is both scared and horny for what comes next.

He pulls away, brows furrowed in curiosity. “I do mean it, though. How do you make ‘em sound like that?”

“Why? You got more girls to bang after this?” Y/N smirks playfully.

“No, there’s just this one girl… heard she’s pretty good in bed, so I wanna show her a good time," he pouts, playing up his boyish charms as he draws patterns on her hip.

“Nice.” she grins at him, not so much flattered as she is amused by his efforts.

“Thank you, I try.”

“Well, I told you it’s all about figuring out what she likes.” she toys with his curls, twirling it around her fingers. “So… why don’t you go ahead and find out?”

And with that, off he roams all over her chest. Marking his trail with kisses all the way to the swell of her breast. The hitch in her breath doesn't go amiss when he sucks a pert nipple, nor does the little moan when he pinches the other. He nips at the hardened, dusky brown thing and she moans. Crystal clear on his ear, as opposed to distant echoes through the walls.

"Ooh, you like it rough, don't you?" His face lights up like a fucking naughty boy with a new toy.

She smiles blissfully, giving his hair a firm tug. Sure enough, his eyes close and mouth opens in pleasure.

"Apparently, so do you," she retorts, not missing a beat, feeling his erection with her thigh. "Go on, off you pop."

He feigns annoyance, pushing her thigh aside and pinning it down with his own so she's spread wide open. His hand glides down between her legs and nearly slips from the wetness.

Their eyes meet --openly, deliberately- and he watches her eyelids grow heavy as he massages her swollen clit. Her sharp, keen eyes glaze over as he rubs faster. Presses harder. He watches her jaw drop as he slides a long, thick finger inside of her.

"Fuck!" she rolls her hips as he pumps into her, one finger and then another. Shamelessly showing how much pleasure she gets from his massive hand.

And through it all, she watches him, too. She watches the frown between his eyebrows as he concentrates on finding the right rhythm, right vibe for her. The dirty glint in his eyes when he makes her twist and turn. The half-lidded, slack-jawed look he's sporting as she arches into his scissoring hand with no shame.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop…" she rambles on feverishly, eyes rolling back as her orgasm looms near.

And he doesn't. With his thumb on her clit and two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, he watches her come undone --twisting and turning and moaning, all from this. From him.

And he doesn't stop. Not until she's literally jolting from the touch and squirming away from him.

"Jesus Christ, you're pretty as fuck," Tom pulls away, eyes glazed with wonder as he licks his wet, sticky fingers clean.

Y/N will have to get used to these compliments, because right now, she could feel the warmth creeping up on her cheeks. "Stop it."

He blushes, growing hot himself. "So how'd I do?" he sidles up next to her and gathers her into his chest.

"Not bad…" she can't resist the temptation to fuck with him. "I'll give you a B plus."

"B plus?!" he gasps, tickling your side until you're absolutely wheezing and crying for mercy.

"Alright, fine!" Y/N swats his hand away. "A minus. Because you're insufferable."

"Sure, you don't look like you're enjoying yourself much…" he rolls his eyes, a lighthearted smile tugs on a corner of his lips and she can't resist kissing him then.

"Want me to show you how it's done?" she quirks an eyebrow.

"Do you worst." He's all too happy to let her get on top, watching her shrug off the bathrobe.

Gosh, what a sight is she to behold. Perched on his lap with wild tousled hair and kiss-worn lips like some forest fae. Ready to enchant him. Or curse him.

Either way, he'd die a happy man.

Her mouth is everywhere. She takes the time experimenting how she kisses, licks, and bites him. Slow and thorough. It drives him mad, really.

"Fuckin' hell, Y/N…"

"Hmm?" she mouths at his earlobe, her voice seems to surge right into his dick, all light and airy and deceivingly innocent.

He groans, unable to voice what he wants. He's not even sure what it is he wants. He just wants… more.

She rubs him through his sweatpants and he couldn't buck into her touch fast enough.

"Is this where you want me?" she murmurs into his neck.

But her mouth latches onto his skin, warm and soft with an edge at the same time, and he couldn't shake off the idea of it on his hard length.

"Fucking suck me off," he mutters, "Please."

She pulls away, and he's not sure if she's gonna indulge him right away or mess with him some more. "Well. Since you asked so nicely…"

Y/N tugs his pants down and bites back a grin when his dick slaps onto his stomach, eager to get out of its restraints.

Tom's heartbeat echoes right on his eardrums. His clothes and bedsheets might as well rustle like foil wraps to him as reality sets in. She straddles his thigh and puts a steady hand on the base of his cock. This is really happening.

A moment's silence as she puts her mouth on him.

She is every bit as sensual as she is with her kisses. Slobbering along his shaft with the underside of her tongue, tasting the leaking pre-cum on his tip, taking his whole length down her throat… His surroundings fade to black; in that moment, there's no thin walls, no decorum, no fucking pretense anymore.

"Holy fuck, Y/N, feels so fucking good--" he groans as she pulls back and sinks back in around him.

"So fucking mouthy," she chuckles lazily.

The vibrations from her voice make him thrust into her mouth, one two three times before she gags. But instead of pushing away from him, she grabs his ass, nail digging into his skin as she controls his movement.

She's so good, so warm, so… tight around him that his brain short-circuits. For a hot second, the only thing on his mind is coming inside her, before he realizes he hasn't even been inside her.

"Wait, wait, wait…" Tom slurs, tugging her hair back, her mouth emptied of his cock with a pop. "Don't-- wanna be inside you when I come."

"You were inside me."

"No, not your mouth," he all but whines, "Your, uh…"

"My what?" she challenges, catching the way he blushes. "Say it."

"Your cunt." There’s a bite to how he says it and it’s truthfully hot as fuck.

Y/N smirks, smug and devilish, as she crawls over to his bedside drawer for a condom. Behind her, Tom greedily nips at her hip, hand trailing up her inner thigh to find her soaking cleft once more.

"Where the fuck is your-- oh!" she gasps, feeling his mouth on her pussy, gripping the edge of his drawer at the shock.

The search for the condom is halted as Tom shifts the focus on her cunt. He grabs her hips and eats her out from behind, tracing out new patterns on her clit and her slit as she bends down on all fours. She’s absolutely dripping out of her core, and he can’t get enough. She tastes so good, and she sounds even better, trembling through her second orgasm.

“Check under my Advil and sleeping mask.” He bites at the swell of her butt cheek and lets her off.

She turns toward him with a surprised and dirty look. "Aren't you a surprise."

"Still think I'm a B plus?"

"A minus," she corrected. "And we'll see how your dick game goes first, bro."

He catches the condom she throws his way. "Stop calling me bro, it's such a boner killer."

"I don't think it is, bro." she grins as she straddles his hips, feeling his very much persistent boner between their stomachs.

Tom smacks her thigh in response.

"Alright, alright. Take it easy, buddy."

"Buddy?! Fuck y--" his words are cut off with a moan as Y/N sinks down on his cock with absolutely zero warning.

She revels in the pleasant burn of his cock stretching her walls. He fills her up so well-- no amount of toys or fingers or imagination could ever compare. It just feels different. It feels… like Tom.

"You were saying?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Shut the fuck up." He grabs the back of her head and gives her a bruising kiss as she starts to bounce on his beautiful, curving length.

She laughs, which makes her clench around him tighter. He throws his head back and pulls her closer, moaning in her ear. Mouth crassly seeking her tits. Finding himself lost in her catch and release.

God, what bliss.

He matches the motion of her hips with every thrust. Hitting the deepest parts of her even she never knew before. And the words cease. No quips. No banter. Their mouths are too occupied with more pressing-- more carnal matters. Just unrestrained, unapologetic cries of pleasure, released into the still, morning air. Heat building up as their pace grows more erratic.

Y/N grabs a handful of his hair as Tom hits her sweet spot and rubs her swollen little nub. Again and again and again until they're completely shrouded in waves of pleasure coursing through their veins. Cock and cunt pulsating in unison.

"Holy fuck." Tom's the first to speak up, arms still wrapped around Y/N, who's currently flopped on top of him. "No wonder those people you brought home would go screaming their tits off."

She smiles lazily, looking up at him. "I think we both got game."

He matches her dopey grin and gives her a crisp high-five and a hearty kiss. Things will be just fine between them.

***

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Can you write where it’s like Tom, y/n, harry, and Harrison are roommates and one day they are playing truth or dare but halfway through the game Harry and Harrison goes to bed and y/n and Tom still play and suddenly they end up having sex but in the middle of it Harrison walks in and decides to join❤️ ps I love your writing! And if you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s all fine❤️

switched it up just a tad and added Tuwaine to the house too. ya know, gotta keep the whole og squad together and what not.

———smut below the cut, 18+ only———

warnings: smut (mxf intercourse, threesome, sir kink, spanking, oral - f receiving, brat taming)

Your tipsy shit-eating grin has long since been wiped away from when you took it upon yourself to tease your boyfriend, Tom, during a game of truth or dare at the boys' house.

You had answered a drunken Tuwaine's question of who you found most attractive in the room with someone other than your handsome boyfriend. Instead of Tom, you announced Harrison's name, tossing in a wink to the blond on top of it all to seal the fate you're in now. The rest of the group had howled with laughter while Tom glowered at you. He knew you were just teasing and would never do anything out of line, but it's fun to be a bit devilish sometimes. And even more fun receiving your punishment.

So here you are now, bent over the cushions of the sofa with Tom's thick cock plowing into you from behind. He's set a punishing pace, and your entire body rocks with his movements as he gives it to you harder than he has before.

"Who's the most attractive in the room now, baby?" Tom grits. "Hm?"

Your grip on the sofa is slipping as he doesn't let up to allow you to respond right away, which leads to a firm hand falling across your ass. You can't help but moan out at the delicious sting that follows.

"Answer me," he tsks. "You've been naughty and I need you to correct your mistakes now."

"Yes, sir," you manage to get out between moans. You know you're being far too loud for fucking in the living room of a full house, but you can't seem to care. A sick part of you hopes that while Tuwaine and Harry—who drank more than enough to have them sleeping like babies through all of it—are knocked out, a certain someone hears the commotion and searches out the cause for such noise in the middle of the night after everyone else has gone to sleep. "I'll be good now, sir. I promise."

Another slap falls hard on your backside, and you let out a loud yelp at the unexpected response to your answer. "So you don't deny you find Harrison attractive?"

Finally, his pace has let up enough for you to get more than a few short words out at a time. You chose your words carefully—truthful but still teasing. "No, sir. I do find Harrison very attractive." You flinch when you feel his hand, ginger this time, on your bum, soothing over the sensitive skin he touched before. "But not more than you. Never more than you."

"What do you make of that, mate?" Tom asks.

Your brows immediately pull together in confusion. From where you're positioned, you can't see over the back of the couch nor does Tom allow you to look over your shoulder at him as he pushes your head down onto the couch cushions, raising your ass higher in the air.

You hear another person shuffle around, clearing their voice. "I, uh..." Harrison starts, but falls short of a complete thought.

In your head, you're grinning mischievously that what you had hoped would happen did actually play out. Harrison had likely heard the two for you going at it and went checking to see if everything was alright. You can picture him stopping in his tracks in the doorway, shocked to stillness, debating whether or not to leave or stay as he watches Tom punish you for your not-so-accidental slip up. You wonder if his cock is hard from listening to your moans or if he's having to readjust himself so Tom doesn't notice or if he's just plain baffled at having been called out for staring at the two of you fucking in the wide open living room.

On the outside, you know better than to let the slightest hint of a grin show, so you remain as stoic as you can manage with your boyfriend's cock deep inside you and his deft finger lazily circling your clit.

Tom's hips are still rolling into yours in slow and languid movements. You're surprised by how unabashed your boyfriend is by this whole thing unfolding. "Care to join us?" Tom asks. You can hear the smugness laced in his voice, and you can't help but assume Harrison must look like he wants to for Tom to have asked in the first place. "I've got a naughty little brat I need to tame."

You're holding your breath until you hear Harrison answer. "R-really?"

A smile you couldn't have possibly restrained takes over your face, and you receive another hard smack to your ass in response.

It echoes across the room, and Harrison's hands clamp over his crotch in a sorely pathetic attempt to mask how much he's affected by what he walked in on.

Tom nods his head, warm and gentle hands back on your bum. "I've tried fucking the attitude out of her, but that clearly hasn't helped. I could use some help if my princess thinks she needs it."

You feel two pairs of eyes on you as you nod your head enthusiastically. "Yes, sir. I think I do."

Tom's eyes shine with an animated glint of mischief. With swift movements, Tom plops down on the couch, guiding you to sit on his lap with your back pressed to his chest. His steady hands help you to slide back down on his cock, leaving your front exposed go whatever he has planned next. Your pussy throbs with excitement.

Harrison walks around the couch, and you have to swallow a moan at the hungry look in his eyes that makes you want to pounce at the boy. You've always found Harrison attractive. Hell, you have eyes. But you never would've imagined Tom to invite him to join the two of you in the—metaphorical—bedroom before. A similar thought must be turning in Harrison's head because he appears as if he's drinking you in like this for the first and last time.

"You're gorgeous," he whispers in a daze. You mewl when Tom starts to thrust inside of you again, and Harrison cards his hands through his hair. "Fucking hell."

"You know... you'd be much more comfortable if you were wearing less clothing," Tom says, shocking you and Harrison both. You can't help but clench around Tom at the thought that he wants this to happen just as much as you do. "I don't always give my spoiled little princess what she wants, but I think we can make an exception for that."

Harrison's eyes dart between the two of you as if searching for any last change of heart before reaching for the hem of his shirt and peeling it off. He removes the rest of his clothes slowly as if putting on a show for you and Tom, and you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip hard to deter more whimpers from slipping out. You'd be the obeidient girl he wants if it means you can have any part of Harrison touching you.

When he's fully bare, Harrison kneels in front of you and Tom, watching intently as Tom's cock thrusts up into you while you meet his thrusts by bouncing on him. The sound of skin slapping masks your small whimper as Harrison licks his lips, eyes falling to your dripping cunt. "I'd love a taste of that pussy," Harrison mumbles, near breathless.

Tom pushes your hair of your shoulder, kissing up your neck. "I think that's just what she needs. Lick the attitude right out of her. Hm? What do you say, baby?"

You nod your head, your walls tightening around Tom in unmissable excitement for your boyfriend's best friend's mouth to be on you. He tells you as much.

"You think I can't feel you clenching around me, hm? Princess, you can't even hide how turned on you are. Can't even try to hide how bad you want Haz to eat your pretty little pussy."

Then Harrison's hands come to rest on Tom's knees, and your boyfriend let's out a groan. Looks like you aren't the only one, but you don't dare say that aloud. Instead, you reply, "Yes, sir. Want it so bad."

"How bad?" Harrison asks, a new and confident smirk playing on his lips.

"So, so bad, Hazzy. I want your mouth so bad I'm aching for it."

Harrison glances over your shoulder to Tom, smirking wider. "I don't know, mate. Sounds like the best girl to me."

A moan slips out when he says it, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip afterwards as if it would take it back. But it doesn't. And Tom's whispered promises in your ear of what's going to happen after Harrison leaves later let you know he heard it too.

"Oh god, Haz," you mewl when Harrison's tongue makes contact with your cunt. He licks his way to your bud, lips closing in around it and suckling until he finds what makes you moan the loudest. You have one hand in his hair, the other steadying yourself on the couch as Tom continues his deep strokes, brushing against your g-spot.

With your boyfriend's hot breath in your ear and his best friend's skillful tongue on your heat, you're close to the edge. Your wet walls hug Tom tightly while the both of you have eyes trained on Harrison and the way he's licking over your hot sex earnestly.

The room is hot. All three of you are sweating as the boys work you up to your first climax of the night. Harrison's warm hands are all over yours and Tom's legs, only adding to the building heat.

Your legs start to shake as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach build. You're pushed closer when Tom starts whispering dirty things in your ear.

"Is having Harrison in the room all it took for you to be good? Naughty, naughty girl."

"Look at you—so fucked out and finally behaving."

"Say my name when you fall apart. Say my name, pretty girl."

Harrison hums into your cunt as the unfiltered words fly out of Tom's mouth, seemingly having an effect on him as well. As the vibrations coax you closer to your high, you toss your head back against Tom's shoulder, letting the feeling of both of them pleasuring you overwhelm your senses. When Harrison let's out a deep groan, you glance at him through hooded eyes to find your boyfriend's fingers tangled in his hair, guiding his head with rough movments to get you off. Just the sight has you squeezing Tom so tight he starts swearing loudly.

"God. Fuck. You're so bloody tight," he grunts. "Let go. Cum all over Haz's face."

When Harrison's striking blue eyes meet yours and you see how wet his mouth is from your slick mixed with his spit, you fall apart with a cry of his name. It's like an enchantment, not stopping until you have to push his head away from your sensitive bud as it becomes too much.

He's smirking as he sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, hard cock standing proudly against his lower belly. You're convinced that just the cocky look on Harrison's face could get you off again.

"It seems as though I was wrong," Harrison muses. "She really is a brat."

"Never listens," Tom tsks, voice deep and daring in your ear. "Can't follow one simple request."

Though your chest is still heaving, you swallow in anticipation for what is to come next.

Tom coaxes you off his lap, laying back on the couch while he pulls you to lay on top of him, facing him this time. He guides your hips as you sink back down on top of him as if to ride him, but he holds your waist still. With a challenging look to Harrison, Tom says, "Let's see if we can both get her to be a good girl then."

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter One (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

Prologue

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 4155

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter One Teaser (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

Prologue

SYNOPSIS: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: Was NOT expecting everyone to be so awesome over the prologue but thank you all 3000. I am so glad everyone is loving the prologue so far so here is a teaser of the next part! I can’t wait for you guys to read the full thing and hear your thoughts! For now, enjoy this teaser, full chapter up on Monday! And also @osterfield-holland-andcompany​ did this moodboard and I am obsessed with it! Xxx, N

You reached up and crashed your lips against Tom’s without warning, “Let’s make a deal,” you told him through your hungry kiss as you began to feel Tom start to kiss you back. He moaned into you as he captured your top lip in between his.

“W-what?” Tom mumbled against your lips once again, bringing you inside of his place as he kicked the door shut. He was surprised this was happening so suddenly. Especially since he was just about to be on his way over to your place to ask you for just about the same thing. He knew it didn’t feel right when you left this morning and it was because he wanted to feel this way again. With you.

“I can still help with your horrible conquests but…in the meantime, we make up for our shit love lives with damn good sex,” you explained while catching your breath from your last kiss. You stood in the living room with Tom’s hands resting on your hips with lust for you in his eyes.

He pulled back from his embrace with a quirked brow, “You’re serious,” he noted as he smirked at you. He was honestly surprised considering he never saw this side to you. You were always with the same guy for as long as you lived here. It was strange and new to him to see you wanting something that he did.

“No strings attached, of course,” you added. The words sounded ridiculous but you ignored that thought.

“I…christ, Y/N. I can’t say I haven’t thought about having endless mindblowing sex with you,” he said as his eyes rolled over you.

“Mindblowing?” you chuckled, “Someone’s cocky,” you teased.

“Rude. But back to the point…are you sure about this?” Tom got serious. His focus on you as he stepped back to give you some space. He didn’t want to be overbearing or act like he was trying to just get you back in bed. Even though that was basically what he was doing regardless of the situation.

The bottom line was, he had an amazing time with you. And unlike the random girls he brought home, you knew him. There was an understanding between you and him that he knew you got. And he could be open with you by saying he didn’t want anything serious. He wouldn’t need to find a way to get rid of you in the morning. He could distract himself from the nonsense he would think about while ravishing you in the process. It was the perfect idea.

You took a moment. Wondering again if you were just crazy to suggest this. But the way his brown eyes were studying you, it just felt right. 

“I’m sure if you are,” you finally answered.

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Blackouts, Thin Walls, & Neighborly Affection

Summary | When the power in your apartment building goes out, your neighbor keeps you company until the lights come back on.

Pairing | Harrison Osterfield x reader

Warnings | severe overuse of the word ‘hands,’ smut (fingering, brief mention of masturbation) 18+ only please

WC | 4k

A/N | this is for all my haz girls <3 my man needs some more love so here we are. also, can someone teach me how to title my fics because I am garbage at it.

Today is another one of those days where it seems as if Harrison’s only goal in life is to drive you mad.

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Simple and soft request for Haz or Tom - cuddling and making out on the couch after Christmas decorating ♥️💚

I chose both and if you don’t like it, bleh...

The boys tree is huge. The lights are haphazardly thrown along it and baubles decorate it with the occasional special ornament (such as Tom's Spider-Man one) in-between. Tom swore to put up some of the last decorations in the living room, up tomorrow, but right now, all he cares about is you and your lips. 

Harrison's fingers trail through your hair, brushing tangles from it with the nimble digits, your back rested to his chest as Tom lounges between your legs, his chest pressed to yours and his lips moving along yours. Harrison is focused on the TV playing Rudolph, but he can't deny the fuzzy, tingly feeling he feels listening to you and Tom, his best friend humming as he makes your lips swollen. 

Tom pulls back just slightly, pecking your lips once more, in order to breathe, his nose nudging yours. He pants slightly, staring down into your eyes before you turn your head up, reaching a hand back to thread your fingers through Harrison's hair and bring his face to yours. He smiles slightly before his lips meet yours and Tom's arms wrap around your body, head pressing over your chest. Harrison's hands press over your shoulders as he starts his reign of kissing you just as fervently as Tom had while the brunette takes a break. 

Tom hums again, 

"So perfect. You're so pretty Y/N/N. Spoiling us boys and all." He murmurs. You smile into Harrison who chuckles into your semi-open mouth,

"Even if he does hog you." Harrison murmurs against your lips. You giggle, pressing your hand harder against the back of his head to get a deeper kiss, 

"So needy too. Can't get enough of us eh? Do you even breathe darling?" Tom teases, 

"I don't tap out. I don't have time to." You murmur against Harrison's lips. The blond chuckles again as Tom grumbles and brings his blanket further up over the three of you. He leans in and presses a kiss to your throat, 

"You are pretty good at making sure the both of us are well taken care of, always." He murmurs. You nod, humming as Tom strokes up your hips, head pressed over your chest. 

When Harrison eventually grows winded as well, he pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth again before he smoothes down your shoulders and you lean in to kiss the top of Tom's head. He smiles, 

"Such a sweet girl." 

"Well both of my boys are always leaving me. I have to get it when it's good and it's good right now." You tell them. Tom smiles, letting you slouch a little further to accommodate him. Harrison sighs, taking your hands when they're offered and kissing the back of your head, 

"Merry almost Christmas darling." He mutters. You lay your head back against his shoulder, smiling up at him, 

"You too Haz." 

"Yeah I guess Merry Christmas you lot." Tom adds. Leaning in to kiss his forehead and cheek, his cheeks go rosy and his smile widens, 

"Merry Christmas Tommy." Harrison reaches out to ruffle Tom's hair and the three of you fall back into the warmth of each other and the cheer of Christmas.

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This was so, so sweet! I love that things turned out well for them! I can’t wait for the epilogue!

beyond being friends | part 11

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

|| Masterlist || Series Masterlist ||

Summary: What happens when you suddenly realise you’re attracted to your brother’s best friend?

When you and Harrison cross the line between friendship and something more, it makes everything more complicated than the average ‘being more than friends’ relationship. Because he’s your brothers best friend and you’re all living together.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: nothing besides a pinch of angst i guess

A/N: the final part before the epilogue!!! How are we already here? It feels like I just posted the first part a couple weeks ago! I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Even though it’s been a couple of hours since Harrison talked to Tom, your brother still hasn’t talked to you. Every time you hear the floorboards creak above you, you think Tom will finally leave his room. But he never does. And it’s not helping to ease your worry. You’ve been watching movies with Harrison all night but you couldn’t really pay attention to anything.

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heartstrings: a series (t.h. x reader x h.o. au)

Summary: In Autumn of their final year at school, Harrison and y/n befriend the new kid, Tom, and all three lives are forever altered over the course of the next five years. There is friendship, there is true love, there is something that falls between the two. There are bonfires, there are letters, there is heartache, and also sex.

Warning: SMUT (fwb, unprotected sex), alcohol, smoking, rich kids, gay shit, so many feelings.

listen to the soundtrack here

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Part One: Ashby

Chapter One: Autumn 

Chapter Two: Winter

Chapter Three: Spring

Part Two: Hometown

Chapter Four: Christmas 

Chapter Five: New Year’s

Part Three: Ashby, Again

Chapter Six: Endings and Beginnings

Epilogue

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never been better — haz x tom x reader

type: one-shot detail: harrison osterfield x tom holland x fem!reader word count: 4.2k warnings: some plot, mostly nsfw content, threesome, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, overstimulation, language, dom!haz, dom?tom, sub!reader complete masterlist

author’s note: this is pretty much filth, it was meant to be a blurb and then it became this so enjoy

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this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.  

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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Giving Harrison the best head of his life 🥳

Helloooooo, yes please I’m here for this! We also need to give Haz some love today because I’m so hype for The Irregulars!

Requests Are Open...Smut Under The Cut!

You shivered as the temperature dropped outside. As romantic as the evening Harrison planned was with the both of you skiing, you were absolutely freezing up on the ski lift, and you could tell Harrison was trying to fight off his coldness as well. You each had one multiple layers to keep you both warm throughout the night, but it was still not enough for the bitter winter weather.

Harrison struggled getting his room key out through all of his pockets, his teeth chattering as he swiped his card, finally opening it for the both of you. 

“Holy shit, it’s cold,” you shivered as you rushed into the empty ski cabin. You walked immediately over to the fire to start it for the both of you in order to warm up from the cold night you had spent outside skiing.

Harrison walked over to you standing by the fire, quickly removing his gloves, “C’mere,” he said to you as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms over your coat to warm your body heat.

Closing your eyes as the fire and Harrison did their best to start to warm your up, you leaned your head against his neck, removing his hat from the top of his head.

Harrison mimicked you, removing your hat from your head as well, reaching down to kiss your top lip as the heat hit your faces perfectly.

“Feeling better?” Harrison asked you with another kiss, his hands still rubbing your arms slower as you started to warm back up.

You nodded, turning around to get better access to Harrison’s lips, “What about you?” you asked in a low, sultry voice, as you started to unzip Harrison’s ski jacket, “Tired?” you asked against his lips. 

“I could use some warming up before bed,” He let out chuckle as he helped you get him out of his jacket. His hands starting to remove your jacket as well but frowned as he stopped, looking down at your zipper, “Ah shit, it’s stuck,” He cussed trying to wiggle the zipper some more

You snorted has he continued to struggle with your jacket. Already beginning to work on untying the drawstring to Harrison’s sweatpants. 

Finally getting the zipper down he tossed your jacket to the floor, deepening his kiss as he immediately lifted off your thermal shirt, revealing your black lacy bra underneath. He groaned as your hand found his bulge beginning to form through his sweatpants, grazing it over him slowly and making Harrison hiss out a breathy moan.

Kissing his neck and teasing him, Harrison started to push your leggings off, but stopped so your hand continued to motion against him, making his pants even more constricting.

“Get me out of these” Harrison whined, as he backed up to the couch, stumbling while he quickly removed his long sleeve shirt, revealing another t shirt underneath.

You shook your head as you knelt down to the floor, continuing to tease him with your hand as you finally began pulling down his sweatpants. Surprised to see another pair of under armor tight pants underneath, hugging and constricting him even more.

“Jesus Christ, how many more layers, Haz?!” you laughed as he pulled off his t-shirt, finally getting to his bare chest.

“Shut up, you know I get cold easily,” Harrison pouted, closing his eyes as he felt you moving your hand to his thighs, teasing his length through the under armor, “Ugh..god! No!” He groaned.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “No?” you asked, laughing at how much of a puddle he was becoming for you.

“I mean yes, Y/N..keep going?” He asked you, biting his lip in frustration as he could feel the effect you had on him even more now than earlier. 

Slowly removing his under armor, reaching the end of his layers, you finally releasing his hardened cock. Gliding your hand down him as you listened to him begin to release a moan at your touch.

Smiling at his reaction, you took a chance and flicked your tongue against tip carefully, feeling him jolt as a reaction.

Swirling your tongue around him some more, his breathing grew heavier as his hand slid down to your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail for you while encouraging you on to continue your teasing.

“Y/N...,” his voice got ragged as he begged for more, gripping his free hand on the arm rest of the couch.

“Just relax,” you came up to tell him before finally taking him in, wrapping your lips around him as you moved down him slowly. He groaned louder as his knuckles turned white, watching you while he moaned louder and louder. You were in complete and total control, and you were both totally turned on by that.

“Oh f-ffuck, don’t st-stop love,” Harrison breathed out heavier as you kept going, “You're so good at that,” he complimented with another whimper.

You moaned into him, making his hips buck slowly as you picked your pace up. You felt him beginning to unravel and he was trying to hold out as long as he could.

The vibrations you were sending him with your mouth were making Harrison putty in your hands as you kept going. His cries for more were driving you insane as you felt him ache more and more for you.

“If you keep going like that I am gonna-“ Harrison cut himself off as you took him deeper and faster into your mouth, making him cuss louder. He lifted your head off of him as he started to unravel, “Unf, oh shit. I’m cumming,” he moaned out as he closed his eyes, riding out his high.

You continued motioning your hand against him as he was still riding it out, “Keep going,” you told him once he finished, pressing your lips back down to his tip.

“Ungh, oh god,” Harrison moaned out, his eyes clenched as you continued, which only took you a few more tries before he was sent over the edge again, moaning and her name being shouted from his lips. His warmth beginning to spill out into your mouth, hitting against the back of your throat.

You grinned up at him as Harrison’s breathed hitch as he watched you swallow his warmth. Seeing Harrison melt over and over again was a side of him you so rarely got to see since he tended to be the more dominant one. And you were too turned on to have any intention of stopping.

“No, love, no..fuck!” Harrison groaned once you started up again, moving his hips slowly into you, “You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighed deeply, his voice so deep from the pleasure you were sending him on.

You teased him again with your tongue, gliding it around the edges as you kept going. You could tell how sensitive he was from how his his legs were shaking and how he was whimpering and moaning for you, praising you with each and every motion.

“Do you want me to stop?” you teased, pulling herself off of him as he opened his eyes from your lack of touch.

Harrison took in a breath, “No, god no. You’re amazing, gorgeous,” he moaned and begged you for more.

 That was all you needed to hear before taking him in between your lips again, moving your lips down and deeper as you felt him start to buckle, “Let it out for me, Haz,” you moaned against him before you moved yourself even deeper into him.

Harrison didn’t even need the command before he completely unraveled once again, pushing you gently to the side as he shook and convulsed from your work.

“Oh god,” Harrison moaned out, trying to get his breath, “I think you’ve taken everything out of me, love,” he breathed out a laugh as he came down from his high, “You're amazing,” he took another breath..

You stood up, “Well, I just love to see you cum, handsome,” you teased his own words he says to you.

“Not as much as I love seeing you cum,” Harrison laughed, pulling his boxers back up as he grabbed you, “And now it’s your turn,” he smiled can reaching his hand into your leggings.

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Teach Me

Summary | You’re inexperienced with a lot of things – smoking and kissing being two of them. But that does not deter Tom from teaching you a thing or two when you end up staying over at his place after a night out.

Pairing | stoner!tom holland x inexperienced!reader

Warnings | weed, cats, little bit of spiciness, and some wholesome flirting

WC | 5.8k

A/N | say hello to my new obsession: stoner!tom <3

There’s a sheen layer of sweat covering your body as you step out into the cool night air. You can hear the bass thumping from outside of the club, and you can still feel the tingle of standing a bit too close to the speakers as you wait for the rest of your friends to exit the club.

Your roommate, Katie, stumbles out moments later, arm around her boyfriend Harrison. They seem lost in each other, silly giggles spilling from their mouths as they cling to one another.

It’s almost sickening how cute they are together, though you never deemed him her type at all. He tends to hang around a different crowd than you’re used to – the chill group of skaters and stoners that like to linger outside of the university coffee shop you work at for most of the day. They seem nice, always smiling and saying a quick “sup?” if you happen to glance their way, but having never been around them longer than a few seconds to take their order, you have yet to formulate a real opinion of them. If they are anything like Harrison, though, you know you would get along with them well enough. Which is exactly what you’re hoping for when Harrison suggests swinging by his apartment as the three of you start to walk down the sidewalk.

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Hello ma dude, I love this au blurb event and I have e few ideas for you (I'll send them individually)

Okay my first idea, demon haz blurb (based on the drawing) with some smut:)

Totally up to you, but in case you need me to be more specific, I have a couple of suggestions

- reader not knowing haz is a demon at first

- reader accidentally summoning a demon, but haz can't leave without a deal or smth

okay but i actually fucking love this!! 

> AU BLURB EVENT

It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was all just a part of a dumb dare. A joke. How could you have ever imagined that you could actually summon a demon. 

And there was not even much needed for it. No bloody sacrifices, no satanic sigils. Just pure thoughts and intentions on a full moon. You had closed your eyes, asked for what you wanted, and when you opened your eyes again, there he was. 

You screamed out, which only made him smile. He looked nothing like you had expected. Handsome, young, dressed in a black suit, the same colour as his eyes. But then he blinked and revealed icy blue irises. 

“Well, hello, darling.” He stepped back for a moment, and you scurried backwards as well. You knew you had screwed up royally. “What can I do for you?” 

“Uhm, actually, there really isn’t anything- this was all just a bit of a misunderstanding.” Maybe if you didn’t want anything from him, he’d go away? But, instead, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. 

“Sorry, love, but I can’t leave unless I close a deal- of course, if you needed a friend for the cold night, that’s something I’d love to help with but-” 

“You’re disgusting.” You backed away even more. 

“Demon, loose morals, that kind of goes together, doesn’t it? Besides, it’s not like I’m looking forward to it, so just tell me what you want and I’ll be off.”  

“There really isn’t-” 

“Ohh, but there is,” he chuckled, the charm in him was making space for the much darker side as he walked closer to you. “See, I can read your little mind, darling, so there’s not much you can hide from me. I can feel all your feelings, all those doubts, all your darkest... desires.” He was closer to you, his words snaking their way into you. You could feel his breath on your neck as he pinned you against the wall. 

“So, let’s try this again, shall we?” he smirked, “What would you like, y/n?” 

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closing time (t.h.)

“Well, I can see that you are lonesome just like me / and it being late, you’d like some company…”

Masterlist | Buy me a Kofi?

pairing: bartender!tom holland x reader

summary: on a slow rainy night at the pub, a flirty exchange with the bartender turns into something more. much more.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: bartender!au, language, drinking, smut!, oral (f), protected sex, hint of sub!tom

notes: i swear to god im such a h0e for this boy. completely inspired by this one single, godforsaken picture. happy reading, loves!

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“So how’d someone like you end up in a place like this?" 

The place is cozy enough; a classic Irish pub with earthy tones and exposed bricks and vintage posters and a neon sign that says, The Brothers’ Pub. You can also see group pictures of celebrations and a couple of signed jerseys framed on the wall. The place is probably a nice place to hang out; it just happens to be a very late Wednesday night during a storm, so there’s barely any patron in besides you.

You’re sitting on the wooden bar stool, watching the handsome bartender whip up a cocktail for you. He looks up, his smile masking the look of surprise on his boyish features.

"Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you that?” he says as he pours out your drink into the glass.

“But you didn’t,” you counter, “Besides, I don’t think bartenders get enough love these days.”

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[thosterfieldficrecs]

borderline | t.h & h.o

pairing: tom holland | fem. reader | harrison osterfield

genre: smut | threesome | pwp

warnings: edging, anal sex, nipple clamps, overstimulation, oral sex, double penetration, toys, cum play, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, dom/sub themes, exhibitionism, overall nasty stuff omg be prepared

word count: 2.5k

summary: after teasing tom all week long, he decides to dish back with his bedroom door wide open. you shouldn’t hold your breath for his roommate, harrison, to come home late. 

note: my requests are open laid ease! pls read my guidelines first!

It all started with a pair of squinted eyes, a clenched jaw, and a tight-lipped command. You’re not going out in this outfit.

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