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[parkeraul]

Pleaseeee a quick write about reader sitting on Toms face and getting eaten out while also fingered

ann’s note — i’m assuming you requested this during the mob!tom week i suggested. if you didn’t, i’m sorry but i made it slightly mobster–styled. it’s filth so i hope you enjoy though.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: dirty talk, swearing, smut (fingering, oral — female receiving) & mobster–related stuff.

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→ IT’S A MOB!TOM WEEK.

The wind is chilly and she feels the temperature of the house contrasting with the warmth of her body, trying to get used to the feeling of not being under the comfy blankets anymore. 

Her middle is still snug under the cotton baby–pink blouse she’s wearing, but her legs are mostly bare, her long socks covering all the way up from her feet to the beginning of her knees being the only thing hiding her lower half — besides her black underwear hidden by the hem of the blouse.

When she reaches the slightly–open door of Tom’s office, she can feel a hotter atmosphere due to the heater that must have been on ever since the day has begun. The sight in front of her eyes is his meeting table, excellently cleaned and empty; to the right, she can catch the view of him editing worksheets with one hand and taking packets of money from an enormous plastic bag to put on a black briefcase beside the laptop with the other hand. His hair is brushed back impeccably, suit open and tie resting around his shoulders as his jaw clenches and relaxes.

She steps inside, as silent as possible not to disturb him but Tom doesn’t need to look back to know his baby is there. Her scent is stuck in his memories in a way he recognises her just by the way she smells, the unmistakable fragrance of her shampoo combined with her favourite hot drink she drinks every morning invading his nostrils, making him drop his tensed shoulders immediately and chill unconsciously.

“You up, pretty girl?” He asks, eyes still glued on the screen as she tiptoes to stand behind him, arms embracing his chest and bringing his body closer to hers. Tom cocks his cheek to the side, knowing that her next action is to leave a sweet kiss on his skin — and so she does, bringing them both to smile simultaneously. “Did I wake ya?”

After the kiss, she gives him a warm and quick head–rub as she speaks, “No, baby. I just wanted to see you before you go downtown.”

Tom softens, quitting his current responsibility to give her some attention back. He takes his hands off the stuff to turn around in his chair and move his slender fingers to hold the sides of her thighs, meeting the cold flesh and studying the way her body lacks clothes in such a breezy day. 

“Your thighs are clenching like this because you’re cold?” Knowing the answer, Tom asks keeping back his smirk. Then he looks her in the eyes, finding in those pleading irises the neediest request for relief. He swears his heart grows three sizes while she blushes and tucks the front strands of her hair back behind her ears, legs rubbing together harder as his hands start to knead her skin provocatively. 

She shakes her head in denial, chewing on her bottom lip and lowering to straddle him, “Mm-mm.”

Tom stops her, travelling his palms to grab handfuls of her ass and slide his fingers under the fabric of her tight underwear, feeling all the extension of her icy flesh starting to burn because of his slow touch and the eventual scratch of his small nails. One of his hands comes to the front and slides her blouse further up, lips wetly kissing her stomach and taking his sweet time to work her up — tongue licking his lips before each smooch, mouth dragging along the skin exposed and the very edge of his tongue leaving soaking and tempting trails wherever he goes. She gulps, closing her eyes and resting her hands on top of his head, his gelled hair being the only cold thing matching the temperature of her hands.

While Tom keeps planting wonderful kisses along her body and giving all the possible sensations to her skin (grabbing, scratching, caressing up and down, pulling towards him), she closes her eyes and feels her clit throbbing, her core clenching around nothing and craving everything.

“No, baby?” He whispers in a raspy tone against her silhouette, looking up as his mouth goes down and his fingers start to wander along her inner thighs. The tip of his index finger traces her clothed slit, noticing how the wet spot down below her entrance was increasing rapidly by the way it soaked all the way up to her clit. “You looked out for me because you want me to play with you a little bit, hm? Want me to fix this little mess you’ve made in here, don’t you?” 

He looks down to see the black fabric turning even darker because of her wetness, feeling his mouth watering to look up at her then, and watch her tortured expression nodding affirmatively like she would die if he denied such thing to her.

Tom stands up from his chair, discarding his tie and taking her gently by the legs, making her tiptoe and then wrap her legs around his body as he ends lifting her frame up.

Tom walks to the white and giant sofa of his office and sits down, having her hands cupping his face and kissing him deeply, grinding on him as his tongue slides against hers lazily. Their lips lock and unlock, making the kiss wetter and louder, needier. Tom grips her ass mightly, dragging her sensitive core against his growing bulge and landing a sharp slap onto her cheek, making her jump lightly and groan against his mouth. His index pulls the elastic band of her panties and releases it, making the material spring back as he breaks the kiss with a bite on her lower lip, “Up on your feet. Take this off.”

She instantly complies, taking her panties off and holding it in her hand while she straddles him back again. Tom helps her get down on him once more and his fingers search for her bare pussy as they map her spine, going to the small of her back, ass and then her slit, playing with her from behind, “Bloody hell, darlin’, you’re drenched.”

Of course she squirms and moans into Tom’s mouth when he adds pressure to his movements. His two fingers go up and down deliberately, stimulating her aching clit down to her entrance and then back up again in a loop. When on her clit, his skilled fingers draw circles right in the middle of her bundle of nerves to make her pant desperately, looking him in the eyes while his jaw falls shortly — it’s priceless to watch her unraveling under his control, the perfect way to please her that only he knows best; when on her entrance, he threatens to insert his digits after circling the region temptly, causing her to cry lowly with her lips pressed together and forehead dropped onto his. 

He grabs one of her cheeks to make some space and finally thrust two fingers inside, “Shh... Take it, little thing, take it. Nice and slow.”She plants both palms on his chest and moans, closing her eyes and trying to take like a good girl the indescribable feeling of Tom pumping his long fingers inside her pussy, turning her on impossibly harder. Her legs go numb and she drives her hips against his movements — and Tom helps her, still moving his fingers in and out and pulling her down onto his digits by the firm grasp he still has on her ass, guiding her. As he starts to pump faster with short thrusts, she gradually becomes a whining mess. Tom loves every single second of it, watching her face contorting due to the amount of pleasure she’s receiving. The coil in her stomach is growing and making her nerves sparkle, attempting to savour the multiple sensations travelling all around her sweetest spots. “Eyes on me, babygirl, hey,” He calls out, making her look at him once more with her lips parted and swollen, so close to his and blowing gracefully the filthiest sounds into his mouth. “Eyes on me. Look at who’s fucking you this good, princess... That’s a good girl.” 

Her walls clench around him as he hits her g–spot and the first wet sound echoes throughout his office loudly, “It’s here, right?” 

“Yes,” She breathes out faintly, gasping and clutching onto his dress shirt for life. “Yes, yes, yes...”

Tom then begins to massage her spot quickly, hand bouncing up and down as her soaked pussy turns into a squelching mess. She would have screamed for the entire mansion to listen if Tom hadn’t glued his mouth on hers, muffling her now broken groans and sobs as his fingers bring her to a state of bliss. She can’t stop moaning and that’s how he knows she’s close — when she’s a noisy and dripping mess, gulping repetitively so she won’t drool all over herself as the soaked sound of his digits rubbing all of her sensible spots and grinding up and down becomes too much.He waits until she suddenly goes quiet, knowing that this is how she does when she’s about to cum to remove his fingers gently. She displays a confused face, cheeks flushed and hairline wet while Tom manages to lay down with her on top of him.

“On my face now, doll,” He says as she climbs further up, still unsure. “Want your taste on my tongue, c’mon,” While she reaches his mouth, Tom holds her by the waist with sight switching from her wet pussy to her teary eyes. “Just drop down real slow, I got you.”

She complies and lowers her hips, Tom kissing every possible inch of her inner thigh before his lips are busy on her clit, “Like this, baby. Just relax, come down a little bit more. You won’t hurt me, you’re okay.” 

Before she can notice, his tongue slides along her slit and rubs her nub, lips enveloping it in a gentle suction. She sighs almost deafeningly, trembling on top of him while he pulls her down, mouth totally immersed on her pussy. Her pleasure multiplies infinitely from the good minutes being worked up, her whole body giving into the delicious way that Tom’s tongue laps up her juices and traps her pulsating clit for a mind–spinning time, suckling and licking devotedly. All of a sudden, his hand makes the same way it did before along her back and his digits find her entrance once again, breaking into her pussy and finding her spot again, rubbing it mercilessly as he sucks her clit repeatedly. Smack sounds from his wet action fly around the office along with her desperate cries, the quick pace of it all becoming too much for her to handle.

“I’m gonna c—”

She can’t even finish the sentence, shivering in a way she’s never done before while her orgasm bursts out and gives her chills. Her clit now throbs in the most delicious way against his tender and wet tongue, flat under her nub and moving in circles. Her entrance pulsates, feeling her high taking a longer time than usual to bring her back down to Earth and she swears that her blurry sight makes the dizziness grow more. Down in there, Tom is watching her with a boyish glance, upper lip perfectly molding the beginning of her lower lips and the tip of his crooked nose bumping into her soft skin. He closes his chocolate eyes to focus on the taste she’s left on his tongue, using it to lick a last long trail on her pussy and finish it with slow and breathtaking suctions. That’s the way he reminds her that a good girl gets whatever she wants if she asks nicely.

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[parkeraul]

Concept 1: reader teasing Tom in front of his mob friends, and him ruining her in the next room for “being a naughty girl”. I’m taking smut all the way. Concept2: Tom coming home after business all bruised up, and reader taking care of his I injuries, running a bath for the two, leading to passionate love making in the bath. You choose honey, maybe you can make the two work together ? Up to you, you’ll do it GREAT either way - 🪐

ann’s note — PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. i have a similar request so it’ll be continued in the next one, i promise! by the way, this is ridiculously filthy in terms of dirty talk so excuse my mouth. enjooooy.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: dirty talk, swearing, drinking, smut & mobster–related stuff.

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→ IT’S A MOB!TOM WEEK.

It was no secret for everyone in the room — including you — that Tom wasn’t in the best of moods today. You had arrived in the tight and black silk dress he gifted you last week, the most expensive Louis Vuitton heels on your feet and your hair done the way he loves so much. In your hands, a glass of whiskey with two ice cubes for Tom as you used your free hand to knock on the door. After a brief moment of silence among the men, Tom said ‘come in’ the that tone it’s unmistakable: he is beyond angry.

A faint smile from him appeared when you opened the door and got into his sight, but it went away as fast as it came when he drank you in.

All the men were rearranging themselves, wanting to look respectable in front of the queen. Tom eyed them one by one, checking if there was someone staring at you way too much as you closed the door and made your way around the meeting table — documents, cigars and pens scattered all over the black wooden piece. And Tom, at the extreme edge of the table, rolled his chair a little bit away from the surface to fold his foot on top of his leg and spin his golden pen in his fingers, studying the way you trailed your strides towards him. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark and a frown tensing his entire face whilst his chest rose up and down with deep and sharp breaths.

“Well,” One of the men cleared his throat and brought everyone back as soon as you approached Tom. “The dealer in Wolverhampton didn’t agree with the terms I told him through the phone,” Soon you were placing the glass in front of your king and bending down a little bit more to plant a kiss that was too slow for Tom’s liking — of course he would’ve enjoyed it more if he didn’t know your actual intentions. He didn’t react on the outside, grabbing the glass with might and exhaling as you got back up. “We will meet in a couple of days though, he said he’s still open for new negotiations as long as he doesn’t need to change spots.”

“This motherfucker may as well take his drugs and guns and shove it down his fussy ass,” Tom spat, lifting shortly the glass and forcing it down onto the table quickly, making the drink spill a little. Everyone in the room tried hard not to show contrary reactions, while you decided not to play their game. “I thought I told you to make it very clear for him...” You stepped to stand behind Tom in the chair as he positioned himself straight, feet down on the floor and back aligned, hard as a rock. Your hands wandered around the structure of the chair to land down smoothly on his shoulders, massaging him in his most tensioned regions while your thumbs made their way to the sweet spots on his neck, earning some goosebumps off his skin. “That’s only my way or no way.”

“But sir–”

“I don’t wanna hear any whinings about that!” He cut the man off. To that, you slipped your hands under the suit to undo two buttons of his dress shirt, fingers travelling to his hot flesh so you could knead his pulsating muscles better. When everyone started to also blame the poor man with swearings and rudeness, Tom pressed his lips together and tilted his head to the side, muttering for you to hear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You felt your stomach jolting, heart beating faster. This tone of voice was raspier and darker than you’ve ever heard, but the way his limbs tensed and softened under your touch made you conclude you were doing the right thing to get what you wanted, “I’m helping you relax, my baby.”

“With the dress I’ve told you to wear on the dinner party on Saturday?” He asked right back, enjoying the talk between the guys filling up the room. “You go take that off while I solve this shit right here, for fucks sake, Y/N. It’s 11PM, this isn’t the time for you to act up.”

“Fuckin’ shit, Tom,” You whine back, pressing your hands down on him and digging your nails just a bit onto his skin. “I got up to get you a drink so you could deal with these idiots, all pretty for you and this is how you treat me?”

Tom looks back at the table and sees that the guys are all over each other, drawing plans on the papers and poking at one another, cigars and cigarettes on their mouths as incoherent mumbles fly past their throats. He seizes the moment to spin his chair, facing you with chocolate eyes on yours, hair brushed in the signature Tom–way with his suit and dress shirt messed up by your hands, “Darling, listen. I’m super stressed right now, you don’t want to push me to my limit.” He states very seriously as you glance back at him, palms on the armrests of his enormous chair as you leaned closer to him. “Would you just please go back in there and stop testing me?”

A knot squeezes your throat and Tom can see by the way your irises are glistening that he’s hurting you with his words. He drops the pen to his lap and takes your chin in this index and thumb, bringing your mouth to his in a peck, breaking it quickly to lick his lips and kiss you again. That was his way to say ‘I’m sorry’ when he didn’t have the time to make it up to you at the moment. So he tapped the side of your exposed thigh twice, hand reaching back his pen, “‘S that enough?”

Your lips didn’t even have the time to get used to the sudden emptiness, so your head shook  negatively and you pouted, knowing that the way he exhaled was different, he was letting his mind get consumed by you even though he shouldn’t.

—

The meeting continued and you hadn’t left.

You hands were now drawing random patterns on his collarbone, going down to his chest and scratching your way up very temptingly, though your massage wasn’t leading Tom any closer to a state of peace. His pen was now clickling furiously against the surface, glass of whiskey long finished as the voices in the room were annoying both of you.

Everytime your nails left soft burning stripes up to his clavicle, Tom shut his face harder and tightened his grip on the pen, turning his head to the side sometimes so you could see how impatient he was growing because of your teasing. In response, you smiled and bit your lip, driving him to a state of anger that consumed the tiny rest of calmness he was holding. The lack of attention lately made you come with all your tricks tonight, being only quickies over here and there that never satisfied you completely, so he was getting his payback, right?

As you were reminding yourself of these two weeks of edging and no highs, one of your hands kept on rubbing Tom’s chest while the other one came up to the nape of his neck, tracing the center line up and down lightly, causing chills on him before you splayed your fingers in between his hair strands, tugging it in that way you knew his trousers would get uncomfortably tighter.

“Everyone out.” Tom simply says and the meeting room falls silent. He doesn’t need to tell them twice, they know that. “I’m done with this bullshit for today.”

You knew that referred for you too.

As soon as they all look at you two while making their ways to the exit door, Tom mumbles for you to hear, “On the table. Now.”, facing the trail of men climbing their way downstairs as the last one closed the door by the time you were hopping onto the cold material. His look on you was overall cold, but with a pinch of desire and admiration as your bare legs were slowly finding their place in front of him. “Closer,” he demanded, one arm on the armrest and the other one being supported by the elbow on the opposite armrest. You shifted closer, looking at him with those pleading eyes, as if you weren’t purposely irritating him to get more than a quickie for today. “Yeah, from all the people, you’re the one who knows me best, aren’t you?”

You nodded, rubbing your thighs together to get some relief. The way he was acting was somewhat terrifying, but it didn’t make it less exciting for you. When Tom was mad, you had the best sex everytime and an even better routine the day after, because he couldn’t get enough.

“Then tell me why,” He started, discarding his pen to grab your ankle and put your foot on top of his tensed thigh, in a way you could feel his muscle through the fabric of his trousers. His palm went up, grazing your skin gently as he avoided to look you in the eyes, completely aware of how much you love to be connected with him through it. Soon, his palm found your thigh and reciprocated the actions you performed on him, scratching all the way from the top of your limb to your knee forcefully, earning the smallest whine from your lips. “Why the fuck do you have to be a fuckin’ brat out of the time and place for it?”

You shivered, letting your mouth agape as you shook your head to take your hair out of your front, giving him a good view of your body squeezed by the tiny dress, “You don’t have an answer for it, do you?” he asks. You decide to look at him and find him staring back, eyes dark and his disheveled eyebrow cocks up whilst his hand grab your knee strongly. “Well, I always have an answer for everything, don’t I, darling? And, if you were so quiet until now, then it’s your lucky day. From now on, you can keep your bratty mouth shut for the rest of the night until I tell you to talk again.”

To that, you had to gulp harshly and chew on your cheeks as a slight frown traced your eyebrows, telling Tom that you were slowly acknowledging the consequences of your actions. Although, your clit was already throbbing impossibly harder to every word of his, a wave of anticipation travelling all around your body, specially your throat and lower stomach.

“Now, here’s my answer,” Swiftly, Tom parted your knees to find your bare pussy dripping onto the table, the strength of his movement making your entrance accidentally rub against the material and causing you to sigh. “You came to play your stupid little game in the middle of my bloody meeting because my pussy can’t handle the edging I’ve been giving. Too bad this is, as I said, my pussy. So I give the rules, what makes me wonder if I haven’t been clear enough about them.”. You struggle to hide your smirk and plant your hands on the table in order to keep the balance, having Tom holding both of your ankles to open your legs more, his chocolate eyes watching the way you were already clenching around nothing. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?”, Tom thinks out loud, rolling his chair closer to you and mapping your inner thighs with spread–open hands agonizingly slowly. “How I’m gonna have to fuck my tight little cunt until your legs can barely close because of the overstimulation, hm? How I will force you to orgasm as many times as I want so you, pretty little slut, can quit whining around in the wrong time.”

A sharp slap lands onto your thigh and you jump lightly in surprise, gasping loudly and unsuccessfully trying to close your legs again — the tight grip from Tom’s fingers interrupting you to do such thing. Instead, he removes your heels, throwing them somewhere else as if they were nothing and setting your feet on top of the table.

“To any sound you let out after my command, it’s a whole day of denial so you’ll learn to behave when we’re surrounded by people. Unless you want me to take you in front of them and put up a little show. Would you like that, slut?” His hand comes up and lands down on your inner thigh, kneading the flushed skin to bring the same hand closer to where you wanted him, thumb tracing near but never the places you craved the most. You don’t answer him with words, but your eyes can’t tell him yes or no — just a faint idea that you wouldn’t call off the concept of having sex with him in a crowded place, maybe hidden from everyone, thinking how delicious it would be to have his hand covering your mouth as he whispered you to stay silent and be a good girl. “By the way you’re soaking my table, I assume you’re more than of a brat than I expected. Gonna have to pound this attitude out of you, right?” His accent had never sounded this thick, and his free hand came to work on his belt, the clicking noise echoing deafeningly. “Legs together and feet up, I want you in full display to me, babygirl. The fun you’ve been looking for is just getting started.”

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[parkeraul]

PLEASE A ONE SHOT of Tom revieving good treats sighing and closing his eyes !!! Im death !!!!! i need this in my life haha

→ me necesita | t.h.

author’s note — helloooo! i’m so sorry for the long waiting and for this piece so short. lately i’m lacking energy to write for some reason???? but i truly hope you like this little thing. it actually makes NO SENSE AT ALL.

pairing: tom holland x reader

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warnings — smut. plus, this scenario involves only 18+ people, so that’s why i haven’t specified with y/n or whatevs. 

Tom had woken up from an agitated dream for the day ahead of him, a long comic con from the very beginning of the afternoon until the middle of the night. But what he couldn’t let show is that he didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours, because the other ones were energetically disturbing throughout the night. 

He was resting peacefully, mind totally empty and ready to relax and it did work for a while — but his dreams were bothered by a mysterious woman whose face was barely showing, though her silhouette was perfectly standing out from the blurriness of his weird dream. 

She walked in a never–ending way towards him, black dress framing every curve of her body and cascading into a round skirt. The straps were fragile, only there to hold the fabric up and hide the most tempting part of her cleavage. 

There were shadows covering her eyes, only displaying her features from down her nose. She had a gorgeous smile, pretty lips and something about the energy she was exhaling got Tom shifting in bed, pressing his front to the mattress and moving his eyes from side to side underneath his closed eyelids. He knew he wanted her, he wanted to unravel more than the paper–thin black fabric and find out what’s about her that makes he wanna come undone.

He had never experienced a dream so real, so full of anticipation and curiosity. 

Her exposed legs were silky and begging for his hands to caress the smooth flesh, and he craved it so bad he could almost smell the scent of them, or feel the warmth of her thighs close to his lips like he wanted it to be. 

The slight moment when the shadow disappeared and gave him the sight of her entire face, Tom got trapped into the way she looked deeply at him and cursed himself for asking not to get up so soon, because the dream got stolen from him right when she stopped in front of his frame — so close and so far away as she winks him goodbye.

In that small dressing room backstage, Tom closes the door and locks it kind of clumsily. His throat is dry and no matter how many times he gulps, the lump of the anticipation won’t go down. He blames himself quietly for picturing scenarios in his mind the whole time, barely listening to the questions they were asking him. Now here he is, pants tight on his body and shirt squeezing his arms and chest, making the warmness wandering along his skin start to simmer helplessly. 

Tom can’t quite understand why and how he came to this point — his hands were slightly shaking and curling them into fists wasn’t easing the nervousness, the impatience. His rationality isn’t working better than his senses, so his open palms rubs his face roughly and they travel up to his short hair, brushing the small locks back. He tries breathing deeply once, twice, three times and the expected state of stillness went away as fast as it came. 

His hips buck into the air subconsciously.

And that’s it for him.

From the top of his head, Tom’s hands moves to the nape of his neck with the fingers of his left hand hooked together with his right hand ones. They rest there for a few seconds, while he concludes that there is no other way. 

The fingers loosen, and his arms drop down to the shirt tucked inside his trousers. Tom pulls the fabric out of the firm waistband and his index bump into the button of his pants — and he sighs heavily, a trail of chills embracing the nape of his neck and the extension of his arms.

His worked–up mind flies back to her and the image of her silhouette hugged tightly by the black dress. He remembers how the top part squished her chest in the most sinful way, how the swell of her breasts were discreetly calling his attention, begging for kisses all over the skin he didn’t need to touch to know it was so tender. Tom exhales, cursing his imagination for setting the image of that girl starting to kneel down on the white floor, passing her delicate hands along his thick thighs as he undoes the button of his navy blue pants. 

“Holy shit!” He laughs to himself, not believing the power that his thoughts had on him. In his head, she is there on her knees just perfectly, adjusting herself and watching his zipper going down slowly, attentive as Tom feels a weak sensation of relief take over his lower stomach and growing bulge. 

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Tom mutters, discarding his leather belt to the floor. “On your knees for me.”

He tilts his head down and that’s when her utopic company makes its presence solidly, earning the shiest growl out of his throat. She looks up at him through her lashes just like she was looking at him hours ago during the dream. God, she’s got the most breathtakingly pair of eyes, glancing at him expectantly. Tom dares to replay in his head the way she winked at him and the sight of that gets his member twitching, then softening as he frees his lower half from the trousers keeping that warmth playing way too dirtily with his current state. 

Now, there in his fantasy, she’s batting her eyelashes and putting her hair behind her ears, getting ready for what’s about to come. Tom smiles to the memorable image of her unmistakable beauty, and kneeling on the floor in front of him she’s managed to look impossibly prettier — to a point where words of praise and orders couldn’t stop falling from his lips, and he’d never thought someone would acquire such thing in a quick period of time like this. But Tom couldn’t stop himself, her awaiting expression begs silently for instructions and compliments that he’s more than willingly to give away.

“Hands behind your back,” He whispers, holding onto the elastic waistband of his black Calvins as she complies in his brain. Tom needs to take in a sharp breath and resist the dizziness taking over his nerves, mouth watering to the delusion of her arms hooking behind her back, the strap of her dress falling from her shoulder deliberately. Fuck, the things he’d do to actually have her in this exact position right now. “Good girl… That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His briefs lower and his aching length springs out, bouncing from side to side and he pictures her staring at it hungrily. The boxers get stuck no further past his crotch, his legs opening faintly just like her lips parting in unison after her tongue swap gently on them to moisten the plump flesh. She bites onto her bottom lip and Tom mirrors the action, seeing the way she leans in with her wanting mouth more than ready to welcome all of him.

Tom holds his own cock and starts to grope the middle of it still weakly, pushing and pulling the mild skin as he opens his eyes lazily to tilt his head back up. He searches for all the air he can get in his lungs as his hand wraps around his dick, tightening the touch gradually whilst his movements never stop. Tom allows his eyes to wander around a blank spot of the room, thinking about how wonderfully it would to be to have those pretty lips covering the leaking tip of his member. He can’t help but hold himself harder, hissing strongly when a pulsating wave of pleasure heats his entire length and increases the coil in his lower abs, “Open up, gorgeous, I know you can take more.” 

He imagines what her face would look like, smirking back at him the best way she can while swallowing his hard cock, mouth completely stuffed — and in his head, she wouldn’t feel satisfied even with most extension of him inside her. Struggling and gasping, she would still lean in for more in his mind and Tom could almost taste the feeling of getting stuck in the beginning of her throat. To that, he swipes his thumb right where his pre–cum is leaking unstoppably, drawing tight circles and massaging his cock with his other fingers and palm. The vein underneath it is quivering, unsatisfied with the slow pace while Tom’s eyes even begin to water from how good it feels. His hand narrows and curls around himself in a fist, pumping the thick length with the might he needs all the way from the base to the head, bringing a moan to erupt from his lips while he thinks about how warm her tongue would feel, how wet and loud the sounds out of her mouth would be. 

“Fuckin’ shit, darlin’,” Tom growls, fastening his moves and clinging his head to the wall behind him. All he can think about is the stubborn strap of her dress falling more, revealing the skin he’s been dying to decorate with hickeys ever since she bent over towards to glance at him with that tempting look in her eyes, “Suck harder, show me what this mouth can do, c’mon.”

   And if Tom only could,

   he’d take a good handful of her hair and shift it into a high ponytail,   

and thrust into her mouth as he bobs her head against himself.

A thin layer of sweat wets his hairline, and he blows the air in his mouth in search of his painful relief. At this point, Tom can’t suppress the groans slipping out of his lips anymore — and he tried biting his lower lip, he tried clenching his jaw but nothing could forbid him. He just hoped no one outside would hear his muffled cries as he pumped himself hardly, making smacking sounds out of his force.

His orgasm begins to come across, so he closes his eyes again and sees her gagging onto him with drooly lips along with watery eyes, his hips bucking against his fist helplessly. She’d take her hands from behind her back to lower both straps of her black dress and display her bare chest to him, staring deep into his brown eyes. The squelching noise out of her stuffed mouth would sound as delicious as the suctions straining his cock, those beautiful–shiny eyes capturing every reaction from Tom, waiting for his release to come.

At this point, Tom is a panting mess. Everything is hot and yet satisfying, making his head spin as he licks his own lips and feels his dick throbbing vigorously, while the rhythm of his movements grow insanely quick. His tip drools more, his hand consequently collects the wetness and soak his extension with it, making his imagination bring him to a state of bliss as it matches with the reality he wanted — his cock covered in a messy humidity, all damp, dripping and immersed in a pleasure he’d never felt before. 

“Stick your tongue out,” He hisses lowly, face contorting in a painful euphoria as his touch grows sloppy. She’d be there with her middle exposed, pinching and rolling her own nipples with her tired mouth still pleasuring him. To the request, she would look up at him with puppy eyes and she just wouldn’t beg for his cum because she wouldn’t dare releasing his member before his high. Tom, in his utopia, would drop her ponytail to hold her by the chin and tilt her head up, taking away most of his length and leaving the red tip inside her drenched mouth. He trembles in both scenarios, moaning accidentally louder in broken sobs as the tight coil explodes and sends the sharpest vibrations of the most delicious orgasm he had given himself — it sparkles through all of his nerves, taking over him in a long high, the longest he’s probably had, “Take it, take it, oh…”

White and hot ribbons would fill her mouth, to which she’d open her mouth for him to see. He comes so hard his vision goes blurry and his legs start to lose stability, pants and sighs echoing throughout the tiny room. She would milk him until the very last drop, not minding how full her tongue is or how much it is holding — she would swallow it little by little, always freeing space to the last shots coming up suddenly and end it with the last deepthroat of the day, catching him by surprise.

Tom breathes in deeply as much as possible, looking down at his flushed cock still hard and the veins pumping, his own cum in so many different spots and distances in front of his tired body. His other hand goes to his forehead, fingers tugging at the short locks of his hair when he realises that this reverie brought him up to cloud nine, feeling a mix of pleasure, frustration and shame. He was so hard for her that it happened so fast, but in his mind it took an eternity — and yet his cock can’t smooth down, he fears that this desire might follow him for the rest of the month, wherever he goes.

In the elevator, thinking the whole day over and over again, Tom sighs and steps out of it as soon as the silver doors open up. When he gets out, his phone vibrates in his pocket with that signature notification sound reverberating across the hallway. 

He takes the phone out, not reading the screen yet due to the sound of keys clicking together as one of the doors of the corridor gets locked. Tom decides to pay attention to the way, watching the lights identifying movements by the sensor and illuminating the space, reflecting on the ground. 

Steps bang against the floor and he brings his eyes up to see the frame in front of him, crossing the opposite direction.

The black dress, putting together all of the details of his daydream just exactly.

Tom even stopped staring at the 11 number craved on his door to watch her walk by, her scent inebriating the entire space and landing onto his nostrils, intoxicating him with a shocking desire.

He totally deadpans, lips parting very timidly but in a thirst he didn’t know he had been feeding.

She winks at him, putting a strand of her hair back and smiling warmly, walking past Tom but turning around to catch the view of him doing the same damn thing. He smiles back, even letting out a little breathy laugh. Was he dreaming again? 

Before he can actually do something, she enters the elevator and he concludes it’s game over. Should he run after her? Should he interview every neighbour to get information?

When Tom looks at the screen to see the time and check if it’s early or late to go after the girl, he spots a message from the doorman.

Mr. Tom, the lady on the apartment 12 asked me for your number. Shall I give it to her?

—

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[parkeraul]

Drunk bestfriend!Tom confessing his feelings for you while you take care of him

→ can you feel me? | t.h.

author’s note — hey ya, thanks for requesting. i hope you like it! requests are open again for tom, peter & shawn, btw. hit the askbox.

pairing: tom holland x reader | bestfriend!au

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warnings — fluff, kind of angsty, swearing, brief mentions of sex and alcohol consumption. 

“Turn around,” Tom says, walking slowly as he tries hard not to miss a step. “I don’t want you to see my intimacy.”

Y/N stands up from the bed as soon as she sees her best friend walking drowsily, his right hand holding the edges of the towel wrapped around his waist together. His left hand palms the wall, as if they could only show him what way he should follow to reach the wardrobe. The brown eyes are glued on the wooden floor, slow steps coming closer as Y/N prompts herself to stretch both arms and offer him her hands to guide his trail. 

“Nah, no,” Tom refuses, shifting his hands up in the air and away from her touch, which leads to his towel to loosen and start to fall. “I can handle myself,” A hiccup interrupts him briefly, frame tumbling backwards as he loses balance for a moment. “I’m fine, look!”

As soon as he stops talking, he opens his arms and starts to lift his right foot to fold his knee and make a 4 shape with his legs — obviously, tilting from side to side due to the dizziness. 

“Tom, what the hell?!” Y/N hisses, long strides leading her to grab both his arms and bring him back to Earth. “Quit fucking around, this ain’t funny.”

Laughing, Tom falls forwards and hugs his best friend clumsily, squishing her body with his powerless limbs. He felt a numbness running through his nerves, but his muscular arms made Y/N feel like he was using all of his might to hold her against his cold body. It’s all too good until she feels him starting to get heavier, pressing down on her. 

“Help me change, kitten?” He mumbles weakly, arms still tangled around her shoulders as they tiptoe left and right to avoid crashing down. 

“Kitten?” Y/N asks, frowning. 

“Kitten.” 

“Don’t call me kitten.” 

“Why not?” The british boy asks back, burying his face on the crook of her neck, sniffing her scent and closing his sleepy eyes. “You liked it when Raul called you that in high school.” 

“Will you let that go?” She sighs, smiling and Tom smiles along because he can notice it, even though he doesn’t have a view. Her words slipped out way too softly for her not to be grinning, he knows it like the palm of his hand. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you about that.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” While Y/N helps him step away, he lets out a breathy laugh and chews on his bottom lip no longer after, hands trailing their way back to his dark–red towel threatening to fall. “I remember you shaking whenever he came across, you liked it.” 

Y/N guides Tom to flop onto the mattress, where he sits down with a lazy smile sprawled across his flushy face. There are droplets scrolling down his chest, his short hair a little bit damp and his skin getting goosebumps as the cold temperature envolves the bedroom. She walks to his drawers, choosing one of his various Calvins for him to wear as he watches her attentive like a child.

“I so didn’t.” 

“You did.” 

“I fuckin’ did not!” 

“Y/N, come on,” He speaks loudly, accent dripping down strongly everytime he opened his mouth. “You literally sent me a message that day talking about–” 

Not looking back, she tosses a black pair of Calvins right onto his face, looking for his pajamas on another drawer and hoping she had shut him up with the fabric. 

“Talking about how he moaned weirdly and couldn’t stop talking during sex.” 

“Where the fuck are your pajamas?” She sighs, slamming the drawers shut as she gets no success. 

“Do you still hate when people talk during sex?” Tom unfolds his underwear, only looking at it as he has no willing on putting them on. 

“It’s not that I hate it, it depends,” Y/N answers nonchalantly, finding on his bottom drawer a pair of sweats that she throws it back to him. “Raul was annoying, I hated it with him.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“He was a son of a bitch, you knew that,” She emphasizes, closing the drawer as she opens the biggest door of his wardrobe to search for a cozy blanket to cover him with. “You knew that before I did, actually.” 

Tom’s head starts to spin, vision getting blurry as he tries to watch Y/N’s actions across his bedroom. It’s hard to focus, but the fact that she’s staying here to help him get ready to sleep and taking care of him seems to connect more with the moment — even if it means he can only feel clearly, sight losing itself more and more. He doesn’t remember when he started to lose control, or how many tequila shots he had in between the countless bottles of beer he took. The taste remains still on his memory, as fresh as the emotions blossoming across his thumping chest. Something’s wrong. 

“You gonna throw up, aren’t you?” 

“Huh?” 

This time, even though it’s unfocused, Tom’s eyes are staring at a random spot. More precisely, the spot where her body was before she shifted to the side with a warm blanket on her hands and a worried look at his direction. 

“No, I’m not,” He says with a smile. “Just thinkin’ how Raul really was a son of a bitch.” 

“Still?” 

“He was a lucky son of a bitch, though,” Tom explains, trying to manage his underwear among his fingers to dress it up. “Was he a good kisser at least?” 

When Tom’s body inches to the left dangerously, Y/N runs to him — the blanket long forgotten at the end of the bed as she knees down on the floor, taking the underwear onto her own hands. 

“Fuck, Tom.”

She tries to pass the waistband up his feet correctly and Tom is still taken aback by her words. What the heck? 

Another hiccup comes suddenly, a warm sensation soothing the left side of his chest and quickly travelling down to the center of it. Soon, it’s burning his entire upper half with a feeling he can’t describe; he doesn’t want to describe. Tom’s been doing great by avoiding it everytime if came up, but further than that, it flew down to his lower stomach and found home on it, building a light coil unconsciously. 

“Let me do this.” He says flatly, trying to recover his senses and grabbing the waistband himself, pushing it up hurriedly. 

“You can’t even stand up, shithead,” Y/N fights back, slapping his hands away but Tom is quicker to drag his body farther onto the bed. “Will you stop?” 

His breath gets caught, the air stuck on his lungs and fighting to come out as he insists on holding it back — because there is Y/N, taking his wrists and pinning them down on each side of his body and down on the mattress. Tom can tell she’s growing impatient when she bites her lower lip twice before keeping it in between her teeth, the apple of her cheeks highlighting everytime she chews her lip strongly. And damn, she looks different. Good different, great different, he thinks. She’s dead mad at him for being bratty, but there’s something about the way Y/N looks down in there, insisting on taking care of his drunken body that gets his heart beating unpatterned. Maybe it’s the way her brows frown so sweetly, concentrated; or the way she looks up at him disapprovingly, but with an unspoken phrase of comfort — “you’re an idiot, but what wouldn’t I do for you?”. Perhaps, it’s about the way her careful hands are messily dressing him, the elastic waistband tightening his shins, going past his knees, thighs, upper thighs– 

“I’ll do the rest,” He comes back to reality, blinking twice and breaking out from the fairytale. “Here, come on up.” 

“No, it’s almost done,” It’s Y/N’s turn to have wrists gotten by Tom, who’s pulling her body up by them. “You can barely speak properly.” 

“I’m betta, love,” Tom gives her a warm smile, breathing deeply to keep his body in place — he fears his drunken state can’t work in his favour, but he fears his heart the most, that it might give him the strength to reach for her. He can’t. “Trust me, it’s fine.” 

“Why are you so damn stubborn?” 

“You’re stubborn!” 

“Shit, Tom, let me finish–”

“Y/N stop!” Tom’s voice falls an octave, coming out almost clear for the first time in the past 2 hours. “I’ll fucking do this, I don’t want you to see my dick.”

She stands up and her jaw falls, a silent laugh leaving her mouth with a sharp air exhaling through it. Her hands flies to her waist, cupping the flesh covered by her favourite party dress as she watches Tom struggling to wear his briefs without taking the towel off. 

“I can’t see shit.” 

A few seconds of silence take over the room, but it feels like an eternity in their heads. Tom stares deep into Y/N’s eyes and she reciprocates, eyebrows lifted while she tucks her hair behind her ears.

“Ouch?!” He whines, as if she could see through the towel to pull up a joke like that. His mind wasn’t working at all. 

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, walking to the end of the bed to grab the blanket and unfold the enormous flurry piece. She rambles, pretending to work more on the big white fabric as she gives him the time to get dressed. Tom stands up on his feet, shoving the underwear up and letting the waistband rest a little bit lower than it should be. The v–lines are prominent on his abs, leading to where his lower stomach starts to show up, where the coil is intensifying against his will.

The scent of her perfume and shampoo fills up the room, warning Tom that he won’t get rid of her even if she went away back home. Her delicate silhouette was standing there, back turned to him after a long night looking after his drunken stunts. They loved to party together, of course, but somehow her soberness hit her sooner while Tom was out there, trying drink after drink. 

She wanted to ask what was going on, what happened that made him look at her the entire party. Innumerable times Tom had been caught glancing at her, even far away on the kitchen while she was out there on the beer pong with their friends. And if she was out of sight, she was present in his mind, making him seek for her even though he feared what he would probably bump into. Yet, it felt more and more like a line had twirled a knot around his heart and the end of it was in hers — tied up like a pretty bow tie, because she would do a knot better than his. She always did everything better, Tom thinks.

Fancier, stronger, prettier, faster... Perfectly. She’s unique, nobody compares to her. 

When Y/N turns around, Tom has his fist shoved against his other palm, crackling his slender fingers as his biceps flex to the action. She offers him a tired smile, but genuine, from the heart. Tom knows what it means, denying her from the view of his defined body as he climbs onto bed like a baby. She doesn’t let the sight of his ass pass by, though — and if it was a good time, she’d tease him about how juicy his cheeks look in those Calvins, which would make him twitch harder inside his boxers but laugh in response, buying the play so she would never know how bad he wishes it could be true. 

When he’s finally resting, back pressed against the sheets and arm under his head, Y/N covers him with the heavy blanket. His stubborn ass left the sweats she threw at him long forgotten in the middle of the bed, but she wouldn’t fight it. Not today. If he gets a cold, she might chastise him tomorrow, she thinks. 

“Raul was a good kisser,” Y/N whispers, bringing the cover up to Tom’s chest. “This is how I kept him quiet.” 

“Fair enough,” Tom whispers back, grinning tiredly. “Smart of you.” 

Y/N winks at her best friend, smiling along with the boy she learned to deal with everytime he decided to play harder with the drinks. Tom turns to the side, looking up at her as he opens more space on his bed. 

What?

Y/N kinda freezes inside, wondering where the hell was this going to. It was a rule that they would never share a bed, it was set ever since they had to sleep over Harrison’s house one day and things got awkward. Their legs would touch here and there sometimes and it felt like torture. At the same time it was wrong, Tom wanted it to feel right so bad. He felt like it was right, but he didn’t know about Y/N, so it didn’t go further than that. They knew it had brought an uncomfortable atmosphere when they woke up the next day quieter than ever, after a long night of accidental touches. And they weren’t mischievous, or meant to tease, or whatever. The fact that they both had deeper thoughts about a simple graze made it all become heavier and bigger than it should be — and by deeper thoughts, they mean: what if ‘keep going’ is the right thing to do? 

“You have a pretty lower lip, Y/N,” Tom says with a tone very child–like, eyes blinking slowly. 

“Just the lower one?” She laughs, already familiar with the dork–drunken–Tom Holland. 

“No, the other one looks good too,” Dangerous confession. Fuck. “But lower lips are better to suck onto.” 

She tilts her head like a puppy, trying to understand where he was going, what was his point after all. Y/N gulps, lungs working a lot harder to keep the composure. 

“Raul was a lucky bastard,” Mumbling lowly, Tom eyes Y/N through his lashes. “I can imagine why he was always stuck with his mouth on yours.” 

“Can you?” 

“I always had that in mind.” 

“Raul and I kissing?” 

Tom giggles impulsively, nervously, as if he just heard the funniest joke of his entire existence. He only stops when the coil on his lower stomach starts to boil.

“Having my mouth stuck on yours.” 

Y/N finally takes her hands off the blanket, rubbing her palm against Tom’s head like he’s a puppy. She smiles at his smirk, heart beating so angrily she feared it was audible to him. 

“Good night, Tom.” 

“Hey,” Tom calls, deciding to offer her a better thing. “You can have Sam’s bed, he’s not coming home.” 

Y/N nods, curling the corner of her mouth up before pressing her lips together, fingers of both hands tangled in between each other. 

“Thank you.” 

“Thank you!” He says. “I love you.” 

Turning off the lights, Y/N goes to the door and answers him genuinely. 

“I love you too.” 

As she leaves, closing the door behind her, Tom shifts in bed with that fucking dull ache all spread over his lower stomach, waves of excitement throbbing up and down unstoppably. With his right hand running down his muscles to the black boxers, he knew it would be another night with Y/N’s name on his mouth; the image of her intoxicating his imagination and the thought of what her whimpers would sound like if he had invited her to occupy the empty side of his bed; if she would’ve had accepted it to finally put to a proof if their touches were going to feel perfectly wrong, or deadly right.

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[parkeraul]

Tom accidentally exposing your relationship would be hella cute and fluffy

do you also notice? — t.h.

author’s note — hi, my dudes. this is my 1st tom imagine. please, feel free to request me more tholland things.

warnings — fluff.

“i am, actually,” tom says as he reads the questions popping up crazily. “i am going to new york soon and then i’m flying to atlanta before i go back to london.” 

it’s been ten minutes since he decided to set up his ipad for an instagram live to chat with his fans, making an improvised tripod with the cushions of the caramel sofa he’s sitting on right now. y/n says nothing, knowing that she’s gotta let tom be sometimes because he somehow trusts his improvising skills blindly. instead, she scrolls through her own phone to keep up with their food delivery status. 

“how is it, darlin’?” he asks y/n unworriedly, because the fans are already aware that tom’s taken. as she needs to be silent — because her identity hasn’t been revealed yet — she grimaces and gestures, silently warning that it’s not that close to arrive yet. “what have i ordered?” he reads a question out loud, running his fingers through his messy damp curls. “i ordered good fish n’ chips and she’s gettin’ burger with fries,” looking at y/n, tom answers and takes a sip of his beer before returning to the questions. “i know, i gotta bring her to the english side of the force.” he chuckles, puppy brown eyes squinting as his smile grows. 

in between questions and answers, he’s taken by the way y/n’s frame walks throughout the living room. her feet dance around with her favourite pair of fluffy socks, ending up at the end of her shins and beginning of her knees. her thighs are bare, getting slightly covered by her red gym shorts and her torso wears proudly the old jersey of his football team — that she doesn’t really is a fan of, but wears it anyways just to see him weakening at the sight. her hair flies from side to side softly as she quietly performs the songs playing on her (his) airpods, making him laugh randomly and go divided between paying attention to the live or get up and twirl her body all around. 

“which holland does she like the most? harry, sam, paddy or me?” tom reads as he frowns. “what kind of question is this? ‘course it’s me,” rolling his eyes, he feels practically attacked. “it’s me, right?” he asks looking at y/n through his lashes, worried smirk adorning his features. when y/n retreats a little, tom’s jaw falls dramatically and his nervous grin grows more. “come on! i’m the one who gets you heart–shaped chocolates!” 

y/n can’t help but cover her mouth to hold her laughs. tom watches her with a poker face, smile frozen and he can’t believe his eyes. how ridiculous, he thinks. after breakfast in bed today with her favourite stuff while watching her favourite series, she dares not to agree right at first just to tease him.

“then who it is?” in disbelief, buying her scene 100%, he gets his phone from his pocket. “no, now you tell me who. it. is!” tom laughs, unlocking his screen. “send me on our chat, let’s fuckin’ see!”

she types, eyes watering from how much she’s been giggling and promptly presses the ‘send’ button. 

“oh, really?” he reacts, reading the notification on his screen. “look!” 

tom shoves the phone in front of the ipad’s camera, the contact name saying my luv 💘 & text saying “tomharrysampaddy” as the label stands right below the time. 

“it’s late, tom, go to sleeeeeep! sleepy emoji, sleepy emoji, sleepy emoji,” he reads while he brings his phone back. “i’ll go after the food arrives. i really am starvin’,“ he sighs and y/n wears her slippers, going to the door. “is it here already? it’s here!” tom informs when y/n confirms, cheering like a 5–year–old as she makes her way to the elevator, leaving him alone with the fans.

tom holds the bottle with his right hand and drinks his beer once more, keeping his phone on his left hand as he eyes the new questions coming up on his ipad. 

“what’s your wallpaper?” he reads, inching closer and then back to look at the phone. “this is my wallpaper. can y’all see?” tom cleans his notifications and stretches his arm, showing the screen one more time while he tilts his head to the side to get the view of the tablet’s screen. 

a picture of him and y/n scrunching their rosy noses to the camera, winter cascading on them and their cheeks are strongly clinging together. their eyes are screaming happiness with a shiny glow, his curls escaping his grey cap and her head is covered by a spider–man cap, thick scarfs swallowing their cheeks and nearly hiding their smiles. looking closely, it’s slightly perceptible that they’re sharing the airpods: he keeps one and she keeps another one. that was y/n’s first day touring london with tom and the scrunchy noses are actually an internal joke — because he said randomly in the middle of the date ‘do you also notice that, if you scrunch your nose on a cold day, it takes a while for it to return to the normal state? watch!’ and spent good 3 minutes scrunching and relaxing his nose muscles to her, as if it was even clear to see. although she shares the feeling, she chose to use it as an eternal teasing. everytime y/n’s got an observation, she lifts her forefinger up in the air and scrunches her nose, starting her phrases with ‘do you also notice that…?��. 

“that day was sick, never felt my buttcheeks so cold,” he emphasizes, caressing his own chin as per usual as he remembers about that day and lifting his eyebrows, looking at the picture before locking the phone. “maybe because i was nervous as fuck! i had these reservations at—”

the door opens, y/n walking in with the bags filled with their dinner. 

“shit!” tom hisses, hiding his lips with his palm. “damn!” 

“what?” she mouths, confused and placing the food on the counter. 

“i think i might’ve done something… wrong…” his voice is muffled by his hand and his glance at her is dripping worry. 

“what?” she repeats, tone raising just a bit. 

tom uncovers his lips, keeping the tip of his forefinger on top of them. it’s too late though, because people know y/n and instantly the messages appearing grow from ‘tom, go to sleep’ to ‘OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S Y/N!’. he lifts his finger, clearing his throat and scrunching his damn nose.

“do you also notice how bad i am at keeping secrets?”

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[parkeraul]

→ missin’ you | t.h.

author’s note — suddenly i felt like writing this for whoever’s in the stupid needy mood as i am. there’s portuguese in this, but blame the english language, not me.

pairing: tom holland x reader

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warnings — a whole load of fluff and light smut.

“oh my god”, tom sighs dramatically, dropping his bag on the floor and taking his heavy backpack from his body, throwing it somewhere he haven’t even seen. “i. missed. you!”

before you can even notice, he tosses his frame on to your arms and you stumble back, trying your best to stand still and hold him. tom doesn’t seem to care one bit as he tightens his arms around your waist, rocking the both of you from side to side, his face hidden on the crook of your neck and taking deep breaths, making your skin get goosebumps whenever he released the air against you. he was inhaling your scent like he hasn’t touched you in years — which, to his heart, was an actual feeling. his mind knew he hadn’t been away for more than a month, a month and a half maybe, but you felt the agony too when his heartbeat echoed throughout your chest when his body connected with yours.

after smelling your scent like a curious dog, he decided to fill every inch of skin with cold and wet kisses and for a moment there you wondered if it was his lips or the icy tip of his nose tickling your neck — you weren’t sure until the third or fourth ‘smack’ sound made it clear for you. it also crossed your mind that on top of your crushed silhouette, completely squished by his strong arms, you were sort of running out of air.

“sweetie,” you tried to catch his attention but tom didn’t even dare to pay attention. “baby... darling–” “you have,” he sighed once more, pressing another strong kiss on your cheek this time, “no goddamn idea,” continuing, he managed to squeeze you even harder and you nearly squeaked out. “not a single idea, baby–baby,” and of course you smiled to the nickname, flying out of his mouth like a lullaby to your ears. “of how i have been missin’ the livin’ shit out of you!” “tom!” you laughed out loud, enjoying his embrace even though you were fearing for your poor lungs for having to provide a higher performance. “watch this mouth, have you left your manners in–”

“been missin’,” one more kiss. “missin’,” another one. “miiiiissin’,” and again. “you.”

“got that, champ.”

tom moved to face you, chocolate eyes lost in yours and his fuzzy eyebrow lifted dramatically, as if he wanted to investigate your deepest thoughts one by one.

“aren’t you gonna say that you missed me too?” his tone of voice had never sounded so comically affected before, and it was like he had forgotten how you wouldn’t give it to him so easily.

“i mean,” you breathed with your arms travelling to enlace his neck, caressing the hair right above his the back of his neck and softly scratching the skin there. “you’re here, i do not have to miss you any longer.”

just as you leaned in to capture his lips, he leaned back away from you.

“what?”

“say it.”

“say what, tom?”

“that you missed me, crackhead.”

you rolled you eyes, now holding his face in place and trying to get closer again, “stop being cheesy! aren’t you here already?”

“oh, am i?” he mocked.

“if not then i’m calling the cops and sayin’ that a maniac invaded my flat and took advantage of me,” you stated, frowning and watching his smirk insisting to appear even though that deep inside you both knew he didn’t want to give in and laugh. “my boyfriend is going to kick your ass, by the way.”

“you cannot blame a gorgeous man to be outraged when his love’s been broken. bring him in.”

“oh my god!” slapping his chest weakly, you tried to pinch him but he was faster, flexing his chest to make it harder. “how do you even know my boyfriend, sir?”

“funny you asked,” tom pretended to think. “we’re from the same club!”

“yeah?” he nodded positively. “what club?”

“the lonely hearts club.”

instead of facepalming, you hid your face against him and enjoyed the moment to refresh your mind. his scent of clean clothes and soap was still there, nothing but the way his skin smelled and how it seemed to get more enunciated as he got warmer. what was actually funny is how you’ve been at your place this entire time but the feeling of being home was there in tom — if he wasn’t around, it was like being homesick, homeless, whatever they call this awful sensation of being frustrated when you can’t wake up next to the person who loves you as much as you love them back. and you sure have been missing him so much it brought your heart to weigh down in your thumping chest to an excruciating level of saudade.

“senti saudades. happy?” your voice came out muffled, but it’s not like tom could understand any other word other than happy. you looked up to watch his eyes wander around the room as if the walls held responses to his doubts.

“i feel like there is something i should be happy about...” tom wondered out loud, bringing you to laugh softly. 

“there’s no translation for this word.”

“how nice. you can’t say that you missed me back, but...” he groped your sides, making you jump in surprise and giggle, feeling the very tips of his fingers catching you here and there. “you can say a word that has no bloody translation!”

“stop!” you begged, trying to slap his hands away although tom was effortlessly stronger. “listen, moron.”

when you saw his flushed cheeks, his stupid grin and his beautiful eyes in there, you didn’t have to resist no more — as if you even could — you tiptoed to kiss the shy dimple on his chin and let your bodies sink into one another again, easy and lovingly.

“you know what it means? saudade?” tom denied, shaking his head and dropping his face down on yours just so your noses could nudge together everytime his head nodded from side to side. “it’s a term in portuguese. it’s the feeling you get when you’re missing something or someone. it’s quite... not the same as saying ‘i miss you’, it’s the name of sentiment itself.”

tom felt his whole being melting, eyes glancing every single characteristic of yours and unconsciously, his lips started to search for yours. all that he wanted the most, on top of kissing you until he went completely out of air, was being with you again and make new memories as if the world was going to end tomorrow.

before he could seal your lips together, you whispered, “missed you, though.”

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[parkeraul]

trying the spider-man kissing with tom would be 10/10 yk...

→ upside down | t.h.

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warnings — fluff, kissing and cursing.

“Why me?” 

“Because you’re Spider–Man, dumbass,” Tom hears Y/N saying with a roll in his eyes, arms crossed and eyebrows lifting up. “You’ve done this before, I don’t get the outrage of everything.”

Leaning against the counter, Tom keeps his arms crossed and face unsuccessfully shut — his lips are pressed together in a thin line to hold back his nervous laughter, his cheeks are contracting as he bites the inside of them and his leg can’t stop bouncing. His hair is damp from the shower he took a few minutes ago, some drops traveling down his shoulders and some others falling directly onto his gray sweatpants, painting darker spots on the cotton fabric. It’s almost impossible to take him seriously when he’s looking like a kid whose candy just got stolen, even more with his bare chest flushing and matching his rosy face.

“Let’s just not use my role as a proof against me, ‘kay?” Tom untangles his arms to show his palms in defense, crossing his bouncy leg in front of the other. “First because it’s hella unfair, secondly: it would be better if you get upside down rather than me, love.” 

“Why me?”

“Because that way your hair would stay outta my way,” He explains, coming closer with a boyish grin and Y/N widens her eyes, mouth parting slightly in surprise. “Do you know how many times I chewed your hair while we were kissing?”

“That was one time!” She squeaks out. “When we had that date on the beach and the wind was insane, you cannot blame me for that.”

Tom only chuckles out loud, close enough to wrap one arm around her waist while his free hand tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, just in case. When he feels her melting into his touch, he holds her middle with both arms and lifts her body up, and she envolves his waist with her legs. Her hands cup his face, still staring at him kind of annoyed, but her lips catch his in anyways. Tom shuts his eyes close, breathing deeply through his nose and she does the same, both pair of lips getting lost into one another to a point where they can barely disguise which pair is actually theirs or not. The pressure is just on point, low and soft smack sounds flying around the kitchen as Tom blindly searches for the top of the counter again.

“Mm–mm–mm,” She mutters in denial, not breaking the kiss but tapping the cold marble under her hands, noticing that Tom is placing her frame onto it. Y/N tries to break free from his hold and step away, but his muscular arms are stronger as they keep her in place effortlessly. Realising what he’s doing, she mumbles against his mouth, “F–ckin’ cheater.” 

The british boy laughs against her lips, feeling the sharp slap of her hand against his bare shoulder and he would be lying if he said it didn’t burn. 

“Gotta think fast, darlin’,” He inches backwards, standing just a few centimeters away from her face. Blinking sarcastically, Tom steals a loud peck from her mouth and gently bites her cheek quickly, laying a soft slap on the side of her ass in return to the shoulder thing that happened seconds ago. “Now turn around and lie down, Miss Parker, I want my kiss.” 

“You little piece of sh—”

“No, babe, that’s not how it starts,” Tom fakes disappointment, turning her body around himself — carefully, he supports both her legs on top of his forearm and holds the small of her back. Like this, he starts spinning her frame around. “I say ‘you are amazing’, right?” When Y/N has her back turned to him, he smiles even wider, having the most fun of the entire day because she’s not moving an inch to collaborate with his plan. “Then you say ‘some people don’t think so’ and then I’m gonna insist, ‘but you are’, ‘kay?” His voice tone is cocky, to a point where Y/N doesn’t need to look back to know that he’s explaining through the biggest smile in the world, splattered all over his annoyingly–cute little face. 

“How long have you been planning this?” Y/N asks, unconsciously leaning her back down on the cold marble and hissing lowly due to the sensation, shifting her head closer to the edge of the counter. 

“To be honest? I have no idea either.”

It doesn’t take long until Y/N has her hair cascading down the edge of the counter, hands grabbing the sides of the white marble for dear life and stomach getting those butterflies, lungs working heavily to keep her calm. Tom kneels down on the kitchen floor, pearl–white smile so full of joy it won’t disappear for days, he thinks. When she opens her eyes, there he is: glancing at her so enchantingly that his puppy–brown eyes are shining brighter than ever, the back of his fingers caressing her face lovingly and his thumbs coming to trace her jawline unhurriedly.

“Done, dork,” She says lowly. “My hair is out of my face.” 

“Do I get to say thank you this time?” Closing the space between them, Tom asks with the softest smirk. 

“Oh, Tom,” Y/N recognises the film line and laughs, shaking her head weakly to avoid getting dizzier. “Just go for it already, this is not my best angle.” 

After they laugh together, it’s like a calmy atmosphere reaches down onto them, making their hearts beat in a weirdly–comfortable nervousness. They don’t know why this suddenly became so serious, but in Tom’s mind it always had to happen perfectly. So, when they close their eyes simultaneously, he brushes his pink lips against hers — once, twice, threatening but never ending the torture. It’s a new way to feel it, and he wants it all. He wants the craving, the desire, the hunger; all the sensations and feelings crashing together and building an expectation that could only be undone with the kiss he wanted for so long. His right hand grazes her cheek and his left hand supports her shoulder, silently assuring her that she’s safe with him, nothing and no harm is ever gonna happen to her as long as he’s here — either if it’s only a ‘stupid’ upside down kiss thing. 

When Tom feels that she’s drunken in as much as he is, he decides to catch her bottom lip in between his and kiss her so devotedly that he can feel the love running back and forth through his nerves intensely. So far, there’s nothing different but when they both slip their tongues to meet each other, the couple frown together. It’s odd, but they go on in anyways. It almost seem like they don’t know how to kiss, like they’re kissing for the first time just like teenagers. Insisting, Tom only uses the tip of his tongue to taste hers timidly, trying to decide what the actual fuck he’s gonna do. With the two spurred on to find ways to make it happen, things start to slowly fit together as how it’s supposed to be since the very beginning. He switches down to grab her upper lip while she gives attention to his lower one, pressing smooches before using their tongues again.

When they do so, it feels better.

It’s head—spinning slow, a touch so good and so new that it shots a wave of excitement down their bodies. Heartbeats faster makes the kiss’ pace fasten too, tongues never getting enough of each other in a taste that feels so heavenly good, too good to be true. Tom kisses Y/N fiercely, as if he could explain with a kiss how much of a dream it is: to finally do the Spider–Man kiss and, more than that, to do it with the girl of his dreams. 

They break the kiss for air, but not shifting away that much. Tom never stopped rubbing his thumb along her skin and he doesn’t feel like doing it so soon. 

“That was—”

“Wow.” 

He chuckles at her reaction, can’t help but steal two kisses in a row. 

“Yeah, love,” He agrees, whispering so deep in passion. “That was wow.” 

“Could you do something for me, though?” 

“Anything, Peter Parker.” He jokes. 

Y/N breathes deeply, grimacing as her hands try to find a safe way to get up again. 

“Get me outta here,” She says through gritted teeth, feeling her body sliding towards the end of the counter. “For the love of Mary Jane.”

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[parkeraul]

Little Black Dress and Little White Lies with Shawn! (aka some of THE best 1d bops)

→ excruciating | s.m

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warnings: alcohol, swearing, angst and teasing.

“Heads up!” Brian whispers, elbowing Shawn lightly and it makes him almost spill the drink out of his glass. 

“Dude—”

“Here comes trouble.”

When Shawn tilts his head to see above the crowd, he wishes he had some camomile tea instead of vodka inside the glass. His instant reaction is to roll his honey eyes and look up to the ceiling right after, as if he asked God the reason why, he’d get an answer. But of course Shawn is quick to glance back at Y/N’s direction, because he wouldn’t wanna be the only person in that room to miss the sight of her crossing the door. And fuck, she’s never looked this fierce before. 

Y/N proudly trails her way inside with a silk black dress that hugs her body in all the sinful ways, her neck being partly hidden by a black velvet collar. The straps of the dress are thin, so there’s more than just her cleavage showing up. Her shoulders are exposed too, and all her torso shines beautifully in every single angle. Her face and hair are done in that way she loves so much and Shawn swears that if the room was silent, people would hear his heart pounding.

“Fuckin’ shit.”

Shawn turns his back to the door and faces the window that draws all the way from the ceiling to the floor, walking towards the glass to drop his forehead onto it, wishing it would break above him and kill him before she did. He presses his lips against each other in a thin line, breathing deeper as he looks at Connor switching glances between Y/N and him. Without thinking twice, Connor laughs drunkenly and curls his left hand on a fist, tapping loudly his open right hand on top of it repeatedly — you’re screwed.

“I know, man,” Shawn mouths through gritted teeth. “I know.”

Brian approaches his friend with a grin on his lips, a stupid grin, Shawn would say. He can spot it through the glass’ reflection, and he squeezes his drink with a certain might. 

“What are you waiting for?” The ginger boy speaks up close to his ear, crossing his arm around his best friend’s shoulders. 

“Eh?” 

“Talking to her, dumbass,” Brian finishes his beer with a last gulp, already smelling way too much like alcohol for Shawn’s nostrils. “C’mon, step up your dick.”

Huffing, Shawn frowns and smiles confusedly against his own will. As if he wasn’t explicitly clear, Brian taps his back twice with heavy, clumsly slaps. 

“What makes you think I’d wanna talk to Y/N after that little stunt she pulled—”

“Man, that happened three months ago!” 

“So what?” 

“So what?” Brian screams, opening his arms in protest while Shawn crosses his own. “Bro, you weren’t even together. You told me that, you were just sleepin’ together for fun.” 

Down goes another alcohol sip through Shawn’s throat, and he hisses to the burning sensation wandering on his system. He catches back a memory, nodding in denial as he runs his hand through his curls. 

“I told her I wanted more,” He says shyly, inching his head to stare at the floor beneath his feet. “She scoffed. She just rambled, put on her clothes and left. I don’t wanna get there and make the same mistakes over and over again, I’m done.” 

“Shawn—”

“No, man, I mean it,” Insisting, Shawn eyes the surroundings with bitterness taking over his features. Jaw locked, cheekbones highlighting and his face is flushed, frustrated. “That was the last time she played games with me.” 

From afar, he hears the muffled sound of footsteps tapping against the stairs as the deafening song dies. Y/N’s climbing the degrees, purse on her hand as she holds the knot of her dress with her free hand on her back.

“Fine. Whatever you say.” Brian gives up. “And plus, there are plenty of people in this party, I’m sure y—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shawn stares her body until she reciprocates the look, disappearing to the second floor and leaving him no other choice. “I’ll be right back.” 

And just like that, Shawn’s quickly out of Brian’s sight, seeking the way to the stairs as he tries to gently push people out of his way, leaving his drink somewhere far away from his wanting hands as he rubs them together. As he’s almost in front of the first degree, he rapidly undoes three buttons of his red shirt and uses the pads of his index finger and thumb to dry out the drink from the corners of his lips and pushing down the wooden under his feet to prompt himself closer to trouble. 

“Long time no see.” Shawn says flatly, walking slowly to the open door in front of him. 

Y/N jumps lightly, one strap of her dress sliding down her shoulder while she’s got both hands working on the stripes of the back part of her outfit. When she spots him, he’s leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed and chest partly exposed. She gulps, kind of speechless and looking behind his body to notice if there’s someone watching the scene. Shawn immediately walks past the bathroom’s door and closes it behind him, giving her more privacy but danger at the same time. 

“Missed me?” Y/N asks turning back to the mirror in front of her.

“You think you’re so good, don’t you?” Shawn spits in return, laughing under his breath and she knows better not to look at him. He surely has a boyish smile adorning his face, little scar making its presence together with his unruly curls and deadly gaze. His cologne inebriates the smaller place, and he insists on being in her view by standing behind her frame, leaning against the cold tiles. 

“That’s what you used to tell me.” Y/N answers, face serious and admiring her own reflection, struggling on the dress though. 

It gives Shawn the room to step forward, his calloused fingers immediately holding her wrists and putting them in front of her body delicately. They wander up her arms, leaving trails of goosebumps behind and finishing the trip on her neck, massaging the sides with his thumbs while his other fingers trap her throat very softly. 

“Tense?” 

“Around you?” Y/N asks, feeling the knot of her silk dress only loosening more. Soon, both straps fall down to her arms and she feels the need to inhale a bigger amount of air before speaking up again. “Never.” 

This time, Shawn chuckles out loud and runs his thumbs further up, massaging the sweet spot next to where her hair begins. To this, Y/N closes her eyes and leans against his touch, letting out the quietest whimper. And it isn’t enough for Shawn, because he starts to drift his hands back down to the extension of her bare back, mapping the smooth skin intensely. He drops his face down to sniff on the crook of her neck, licking his lips and planting a feather–like kiss on her shoulder, making her shiver. He envolves her hips with his tattooed arm while the other one comes back up to hold her chin lovingly, catching the view of her legs as he levels his face with hers, cheek to cheek. 

“Not one bit?” 

“M-Mm.” 

Purposely, Shawn giggles once again making sure his breath fans against her warm flesh. His mouth kisses up her neck as she tilts her head to the side, enjoying his touch. In each kiss, he pressed his lips down harder and Y/N grabs onto his arm, holding it strongly. 

When Shawn finishes his way up, he stops on the shell of her ear, “Then tell me why do your legs clench everytime I touch you, hm?” 

It’s not like he needed an answer, he came upstairs with a plan. As Y/N opens her eyes and catches his fiery glance through the mirror, Shawn knows it’ll be another night of making his name roll out of her tongue as his work on her whole body like he’d been wanting to do for so long — ‘cause nothing else tastes better than Y/N unraveling her true feelings under his control, eating her lies up.

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[parkeraul]

i've no idea lol but something fluff with jet lagged shawn that can't sleep and annoys reader

baby — s.m.

author’s note — i’m gonna try to finish the requests in my inbox during this week, then we can move to anatomy 2 & the series.

warnings — fluff. 

words — 1,308. 

“Have you seen that baby on the seat next to us?”

“Are you still thinking about that baby?” Y/N walks into the room with the towel wrapped around her body, hair in a messy bun and fresh–faced.

“Of course I am!” Shawn squeaks out, laid down in bed with heavy circles in his eyes and hair damp, his arms are under the back of his head and legs slightly parted. “Can you believe she’s only, like, 5 months–old?”

“How do you know that?” Getting rid of the towel in the middle of her way to the wardrobe, she promptly holds her breasts together with one arm as the other one reaches the first drawer.

There’s a moment of silence in the room, where the sound of the orangey–coloured lamps working can be heard by both of them. Shawn is divided between admiring his girlfriend’s body and thinking about the baby on the plane, but Y/N snaps him back to earth by looking back at him with a black underwear spinning around her forefinger.

“You fuckin’ asked her parents, didn’t you?” She tilts her head and Shawn smiles, cheeks reddening and his bare chest gets flushed as well.

“What?” He rearranges himself on the bed, sitting not that perfectly–straight and trying to find support on the headboard with his back pressed against it. His hands rest on top of his middle and his greenish eyes are glued on Y/N. “A man can’t chat with people anymore? It’s only singing and playing and traveling? Oh, and kissing and—“

“Be careful with what you’ll say next,” Y/N stops playing with the fabric on her hand but keeps the forefinger raised, intimidating Shawn. “Otherwise you won’t get it tonight, baby maniac.”

“I am not a baby maniac!” He chuckles as he watches her finally wearing the black underwear, still staring at him with an expression that says ‘oh yeah, nice try!’ as she bends and comes back. “Come on! Do you think I am a baby maniac?”

“You sure have a baby fever,” She answers, turning her back to him as she tries to find something comfortable to sleep on. 

Shawn only rolls his eyes, keeping a wide smile on his face as he admires every inch of the girl in front of him. She’s ridiculously gorgeous, he thinks, with her messy hair from being hours on the plane and the colour of her skin grabbing his attention to the expansion of her back, to her ass, legs and then back up over and over again. Before she can catch it, he grabs his phone from the nightstand and takes a picture of her silhouette being held by the darkness of the room, only amber lights highlighting her curves and illuminating her frame faintly. If Y/N’s gonna let him post it he doesn’t know, but she surely won’t stop him from setting it as his new wallpaper.

“Are you still thinking about that baby?” Y/N mumbles again lowly, dressed in one of his new shirts that practically swallows her completely.

“Nope,” Shawn says popping his p, watching her crawling onto the bed and atop of his body. “Thinkin’ about my baby.”

Shawn takes her in his arms, letting her drop her weight on him and he palms the small of her back with one hand, the other one coming to the nape of her neck where he draws random figures with the tips of his fingers.

“The magazines are right,” Tiredly, she teases him with eyes already closing. “You are Prince Charming.”

He says nothing, just laughs to himself as softly as he can, so his chest won’t move so much and he won’t disturb her.

“Sleepy, are we?” Pausing his caresses, he pulls the blanket over their bodies and quickly returns to his previous spot.

This time, she’s the one who stays silent as she manages to nod positively. Her bun falls and her strands tickle the side of his body, but he couldn’t care less. He wonders quietly how can someone’s hair smell so good, how can someone’s skin be this smooth against his and how can someone look so stunning even exhausted from trip after trip. The warmness of their embrace feels so good that she can’t help but hold his muscular body and relax to the sound of his heartbeat pulsing under her ear, chest stirring weakly with his respiration and fingers playing with her neck so tenderly.

“I think she weighs 17 or 18 pounds,” Shawn murmurs, looking at the ceiling.

“Who?”

“Julia.”

Y/N opens her eyes, frowning at the random information.

“Who’s Julia, Shawn?”

“The baby.”

“Oh my God, seriously?”

Shawn laughs loudly this time and Y/N smiles drowsily and, if she only had the energy to move, she’d bring one hand up to facepalm.

“Sorry, I’ll let you sleep,” He apologises, stretching one arm to turn off the lights.

Carefully, he helps Y/N to fall to her side of the bed and he rolls to the side. He fluffs her pillow, fixing it correctly under her head and he does the same with his, covering more of their bodies with the heavy blanket and holding her waist kindly. In the darkness, Shawn hears her breath calming more and more as his eyes keep open and totally sleepless.

“Do you think Julia is a good name?” He whispers, thinking out loud.

“Jesus!” Y/N mutters almost soundless, twirling under his arm around her waist.

“Jesus? For a girl?” Grimacing, Shawn asks. She giggles, body shuddering lightly as she struggles to find and cup his face.

“Can’t we discuss it in the morning?” Her weak voice comes out raspy, already giving up.

“Sure! Sure,” He shakes his head, his smile and eyes brightening through the dimness. “Sorry, babe.”

Y/N shakes her head too, curling more into him and feeling the temperature of his frame glued to hers giving her a peaceful sensation again. Her eyes are so weary that she can feel they rolling to the back of her head, begging for the rest of her body to shut down after 4 hours traveling back home without at least two nights of serene sleep.

“Wait,” Shawn supports himself on an elbow and lifts his body up a little. “Does that mean you think about having a Julia with me?”

“What?”

“You said we’ll discuss it in the morning,” He insists. “That can only mean you have arguments for a discussion, which means you’ve thought about this before because, otherwise, you wouldn’t have arguments.”

“Really, Shawn?”

“Or do you wanna have… A Jesus?”

“I don’t wanna have a Jesus!” Y/N rolls and stays with her stomach up, rubbing her eyes. Shawn comes closer, never taking his arm off her. “I wanna have a girl, you know that.”

“A-ha!” Shawn cheers, getting her caught.

“But don’t get excited,” She points out, interrupting him and yawning. “I don’t want it now.”

“Well, I don’t want it now either,” He agrees. “But I want it.”

Y/N sighs, grinning with eyes closed and Shawn can clearly see the outline of her lips curling up even though the room is completely taken by the darkness.

“You want it with me?” She asks and he promptly nods, stealing a peck from her lips. “Then let me sleep, so I’ll have patience to stick around long enough for us to make a Julia.”

He chuckles, kissing her lips once more before she turns his back to him and he cuddles with her.

After a few minutes of silence, Y/N moves her hips and feels Shawn growing inside his boxers against her. He starts planting wet and hot kisses on her shoulder, up to the beginning of her neck and then down to the upper part of her arm repeatedly, but slowly.  

“Don’t you wanna, you know, warm up a bit?”

“Shawwwwn!”

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[parkeraul]

Tom Holland

Don’t repost any of these works somewhere else. Requests are open • Askbox • ↺  Main Masterlist.

Guide Fluff ‒ ❀ Angst ‒ ☾ Smut ‒ ❈ Author’s fav ‒ ♡ Readers’ fav ‒ ✤

▹ Imagines & Blurbs: 

Do You Also Notice? ‒ ❀ Summary: Tom accidentally exposes his relationship with Y/N during a live video. | (Blurb)

Why Are You Up So Early? ‒ ❀ Summary: Tom watches Y/N sleep not as smoothly as he wanted to be. | (Blurb — Prompt list) 

We’re Not Just Friends And You Know It ‒ ❈ Summary: Tom wants to go further and ruin the friendship deeply. | (Blurb — Prompt list)

Ruler ‒ ❈ Summary: Reader can’t seem to let Tom solve important things, distracting him. | (Blurb — Prompt list — Mob!Tom)

Upside Down ‒ ❀ Summary: Trying the Spider-Man kiss with Tom is harder than it seems.

Can You Feel Me? ‒ ♡ | ❀ Summary: Tom can give away too many things when he’s drunk.

Wish ‒ ❀ Summary: Convincing Tom on giving him a Christmas present is practically impossible.

Me Necesita ‒ ❈ Summary: Tom can’t take the mysterious girl of his wet dream out of his mind.

▹ Series: 

Boyfriend ‒ College!Tom & Shawn Mendes • Tom&Shawn x Reader Prologue ‒ [❈ • ☾] Part 1 — Part 2

Romance ‒ Soulmate!Tom  •  Tom Holland x Reader Prologue ‒ ☾ | ♡ Part 1 (Soon)

Peter Parker

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▹ Imagines & Blurbs:

Don’t Say You Love Me ‒ ❀ • ☾ Summary: Peter reveals a list of things to Y/N that she wasn’t quite expecting.

Fanfic Recommendations: Here.

Last Updated: February 9th, 2020.

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[parkeraul]

Shawn Mendes.

Don’t repost any of these works somewhere else.  Requests are closed • Askbox • ↺  Main Masterlist.

Guide Fluff ‒ ❀ Angst ‒ ☾  Smut ‒ ❈ Author’s fav ‒ ♡ Readers’ fav ‒ ✤

▹ Imagines & Blurbs: 

The Award ‒ ❈ | ✤ Summary: Reader meets Shawn before The Grammys. 

Below Zero ‒ ❀ Summary: Shawn takes her to visit his town and she struggles dealing with the wheather before a sweet conversation about their plans for the future. 

Be Mine ‒ ❀ Summary: Shawn accidentally calls her his “wife” during a speech. 

Daddy? ‒ ❈ Summary: She calls him daddy during a lazy sex and he finds out that he likes it. 

Right There ‒ ❈ Summary: Shawn eats her out. 

The Second Peter ‒ ❀ Summary: She’s a Marvel fan and Shawn loves it about her, although he doesn’t understand much. | (Blurb)

Nothing ‒ ❀ Summary: Cuddly and tired Shawn wants to stay in bed all day with her. | (Blurb)

The Sweetest Hello, The Saddest Goodbye Part 1 ‒ ☾ | Part 2 ‒ ☾ • ❈ Summary: She notices that Shawn is stuck in the past by the way his songs are still written and performed with the thought of somebody else. 

Anatomy Part 1 – ❈ • ♡ • ✤ | Part 2 – ❈ Summary: Shawn is her classmate and he needs her help to understand anatomy and pass his finals. | (College!Shawn)

Heal ‒ ☾ |  ❀ Summary: Shawn gets into a fight and she takes care of him.

Head Chef ‒ ❀  Summary: Shawn helps her with dinner and starts very “serious” discussions. | (Blurb)

Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts ‒ ♡ Summary: Shawn and his wife sit down on James Corden’s most disgusting table to answer a very unexpected question. 

Things I Love  ‒ ❀ Summary: Boyfriend!Shawn vents his heart out about the things he likes the most in her. | (Blurb)

Game On  ‒ ❀ Summary: Reader and Shawn get really competitive playing video-games. | (Blurb) 

Trapped Up On A Tightrope ‒ ☾ Summary: Shawn’s an investigator that enjoys stalking Criminal!Reader way too much. | (Investigator!Shawn)

Want It Back ‒ ❀ Summary: What to do when your daughter just loses her first tooth? | (Dad!Shawn)

You Make Me Feel ‒ ❀ Summary: Shawn feels kind of insecure to let his own expectations down. Just kiss her already. (Blurb)

Baby ‒ ❀ Summary: Jet–lagged Shawn annoys reader.

A Little Bit Nervous – ❀ Summary: Shawn and reader are on tour and she brings her dog along.

Under Control ‒ ❈ Summary: Shawn and reader need to keep quiet in his bedroom.

Get Caught ‒ ❈ Summary: Reader and Shawn decide to ruin the friendship in the best way. | (Blurb — Prompt list — Bestfriend!Shawn) 

Excruciating �� ❈ |  ☾ Summary: Shawn and reader can’t stop teasing one another. | (Smut & angst are very light)

▹ Headcanons:

Shawn takes care of his sick girlfriend ‒ ❀

Shawn buys lingeries from every place he visited on tour for her ‒ ✤ 

Shawn getting sucked ‒ ❈

▹ Imagine A World Like That • Blurb Concepts You send me a concept starting with “Just imagine” and I keep on daydreaming with you, basically.

Just Imagine: Falling asleep in Shawn’s arms ‒ ❀ Just Imagine: Shawn as a boyfriend ‒ ❀ | ✤ Just Imagine: Shawn giving a hickey; 

▹ Series:

Bloom ‒ Lawyer!Shawn AU • Shawn x OC  Prologue ‒ [❈]  Part 1 

Pull Me In ‒ Grease!Shawn AU • Shawn x OC Part 1 — Part 2 

Boyfriend ‒ College!Shawn & Tom Holland • Shawn&Tom x Reader Prologue ‒ [❈ • ☾] Part 1 — Part 2

Fanfic recommendations: here.

Last Updated: February 9th, 2020.

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[parkeraul]

could you do “why are you up so early?” with tommy pls 💛

tom holland & peter parker requests • prompt list

40. Why are you up so early?

It’s a typical chilly weather in London — the sky is grey, the trees are covered with a tiny bit of snow and the wind often brings more snowflakes, painting the windows with a vivid white.

Tom shifts in bed slowly, feeling his limbs waking up before his own eyes can even think about snapping open. Although, the light from the sunrise annoys his eyelids and somehow spurs him to wake up completely. He brings lazy hand from under the heavy blankets to rub the sleep off his eye, yawning softly as he turns his body to the other side.

When Tom’s sight is clear, he instantly spots Y/N sleeping peacefully, like he hasn’t been moving unstoppably for a good while. Her face is serene and her body looks so small covered by all the blankets — such a view he’d never thought he would get addicted to so fast. And just like that, he observes her attentively.

Her hair colours the white pillow, falling a little bit to the side of her forehead. Her cheeks are a little bit swollen, which makes him smile unconsciously, because he knows she’ll be shy about it and it only makes Tom squish her even more.

Y/N’s eyes suddenly start moving, still closed, but threatening to open at any time. Tom’s instant reaction is to close his and pretend that he’s been asleep this entire time. When he feels her body just inching slightly, he peeks discreetly through one eye and notices that she was just adjusting herself. Automatically, he goes back to glance at her once more. God, he could do this all day. Her nose adorns her features just perfectly and Tom doesn’t even have to check: he surely knows the tip is cold just like the apples of her cheeks.

When she stirs again, he prompts his eyes shut immediately and even dares to take a deep breath, faking a heavy nap like hers. And when Y/N settles down, there goes Tom. This time, he focuses on her lips.

They’re plump and kinda swollen too, looking so kissable it hurts. It’s such a pity, he thinks, because she’d make sure they both brush their teeth before anything can happen — because sharing morning breaths is something that not even love can stand. It just takes a while.

This time, when Y/N only keeps on rolling her closed eyes, Tom doesn’t stop. He analyses her beautiful chin – lightly puffed and begging for a peck, going up to her forehead – where her hairline cascades into the strands he loves to caress and smell so much, and then ending just simply watching the way her frame moves as she breathes. Keeping that in mind, Tom admires her features all over again until the point where her eyelashes start to separate, eyes ready to open and there goes Tom, faking sleep again.

“Why are you up so early?” Y/N mumbles lowly, her lips can barely open properly.

“I’m not up!” Promptly, Tom answers with eyes squinted closed.

She chuckles under her breath, body totally numb but always ready to laugh at Tom’s cuteness. Stupidly cute.

“If you’re not up then who was watching me?”

“How would I know? I’m–“ Tom forces himself another yawn, stretching his legs and pulling one of them on top of hers gently, cuddling like a puppy. “I’m sleeping.”

“Oh, you’re sleeping? Then who’s talking to me right now?”

As scripted, Tom opens his eyes and catches Y/N already staring back at him. Her puffy eyes are shining, pretty sweet face admiring him as she waits for a coherent answer. Tom, instead, presses his lips together and smiles to himself, shaking his head before looking back and Y/N with his bright chocolate eyes, lovely as ever.

“I didn’t plan this through, did I?”

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[parkeraul]

wish — holiday blurb | (t.h.)

ann’s note: hello my dudes! happy holidays for everyone who’s celebrating these festive days. i have brand new stuff coming up, so the writing is gonna come back gradually. anyways, i hope you enjoy this little piece and my askbox is open for tom and shawn & i’ll start emptying the requests asap. lots of love 💛.

warnings: fluff, kissing & swearing.

“What do you want for Christmas?” She’s on top of his body, asking too cutely for his own heart.

“Me?” Tom replies, moving his hands to cup her waist. “Love, you don’t have to buy me anything.”

“Stoooop!” Y/N whines, tilting down to glue their chests together and brush both noses softly as she falls forward. “I wanna give you something that you’ll really like.”

“I’ve got you. That’s all I want.”

“Cheesy.”

“Pretty.”

Y/N cannot say she didn’t melt after his words, but she wanted to give Tom a gift he would never forget and, above it all, a gift he’d love so much that he wouldn’t wanna let go of for a very long time. Something that’ll make him happy, something that’ll make him remember her everytime he looks at it — like a little piece of her that he can carry around whenever they’re apart.

“A brand new watch?!” Y/N suggests and pecks his lips after asking close to his lightly–parted mouth. She puts her chin on top of his and eyes his brown puppy eyes lovingly. “Mm? Does that sound good?”

“Nope.” Tom says and she knows he’s denying just to avoid having the possibility of Y/N spending money on such an expensive item.

“Come on!” She growls, pushing away shortly just to bite on his sweet chin, earning a smile from Tom. “A jersey? A football jersey, even though your team kind of sucks.”

“First, you face me,” His grip on her waist tightens, bringing her impossibly closer. “Now you tell me that my team sucks?”

And before she can notice, he’s tickling her sides like it’s the only thing he knows. Y/N tries to squirm away as she laughs but Tom’s touch is way stronger, their bodies bumping into one another while they giggle together. If she only knew that Tom truly feels like he doesn’t need anything else, she would do the only thing he could ever ask for: her. Just being there with him, doing whatever it is no matter where they are.

“Not my fault they can’t attack,” Muttering lowly, she grins so beautifully that it pokes Tom in the heart, his bottom lip getting briefly hidden in between his teeth, biting it as Y/N winks at him playfully. “New PlayStation game?”

“No.” Tom knows it’ll gradually increase her eagerness, and eventually she’s gonna start laughing nervously to avoid screaming in impatience — because Tom can’t let the opportunity to be a boy pass by, he’s gotta annoy her to get that irritated look on her face that he loves so dearly. Y/N with her pout hardening (because her jaw would clench strongly and she wouldn’t wanna show it) and hands grabbing onto his biceps is all that he craves right now, he misses it.

“God!” Y/N says through gritted teeth, facing him closer to a point where they can feel each other’s breathing fanning against their faces. “A new phone!”

“Nah, mine’s good.”

“Liar.”

“I swear!”

And then her jaw tightens.

“A new shirt. A red one! Because you look so good in red…”

“Is that a gift for me or you?” Tom asks laughing.

“Why not both?” She smirks and Tom immediately presses a kiss to her plump lips.

“You like me better without clothes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shifts more comfortably on top of Tom’s frame, their hips fitting perfectly. His hands slide down to her thighs and she tucks the strands of her hair behind her ears, almost pressing down on his face with hers completely. Their chests are warming one another, and his respiration starts to match with hers as their stomachs touch more everytime they breathe in.

“Sunglasses?”

Tom pecks her lips again, a smack sound flying throughout the room.

“No.”

“Perfume?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Shoes?”

Kiss.

“No.”

“Underwear? Pair of Calvins?”

Longer kiss.

“For me?”

“Of course!”

“Oh, then no. You in Calvins would be a great fuckin’ present, though.”

“Shut up!”

His hands travel up again, holding her ribs under her top and his thumbs dangerously rub right on the soft skin of her underboob. Y/N moves, trying to ignore the touch to focus on getting him to say yes to one of the gifts. Tom has a lazy smile sprawled across his cozy face, mouth watering to the sensation of her flesh displaying goosebumps under his control.

“Ya know what I want?”

Y/N lifts her eyebrows, widening his eyes. Thank God he finally wants something.

“What, babe?”

“A proper kiss. Just that.”

“Tom, seriously?” Y/N tilts up and Tom instantly catches a handful of her left thigh while his right hand runs to her neck, making her come back down. “I wanna get you something you can keep, love! Or touch, or see, grab, I don’t know!”

“Come here, darling.”

Not that Y/N needs to bend nearer, but she closes the teeny tiny space between their faces and Tom makes the job of touching their mouths.

He slides his palm further up her leg, his thumb resting on the curve right below her hipbone as his other fingers hold her skin more intensely. Poking his tongue forward, Tom licks past her lips and Y/N’s tongue meets his no longer after, and they taste each other calmly, studying every inch like they haven’t been together for a while already.

After a moment, both his hands massage the warm skin of her thighs and slip under her shorts once or twice. They run along her flesh until they can’t no more, Tom growing thirstier as he begins to palm the back of her legs and the curve of her ass.

Only when Y/N is a panting mess, completely breathless, that Tom stops. He pulls away a few centimetres, watching Y/N with sleepy eyes but a cute smile warming her heart beating against his bare chest.

“See? I can touch, see, grab the only thing I want the most for this Christmas,” He mumbles in a raspy tone, accent falling thicker while Y/N looks at him still in awe. “And if I’m allowed to do so, I’ll keep my gift for loads of other Christmas.”

Y/N laughs at his stupidity, not surprised on getting this typical Tom Holland move of his but giving in easily, because that’s all she wants too.

“All yours, dork.”

“Aye, ‘s what I wanted! Did I win?”

“Yes,” She exhales, rolling her eyes. “You won.”

Then Tom is quick to trace the band of her shorts with the pads of his fingers, smirking boyishly.

“Now that I’ve been a good boy, Santa,” He rambles, acting ridiculously funny. “I gotta unwrap my present.”

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[parkeraul]

49 and 51 with Tom?

smut prompts — t.h.

author’s note — thanks for requesting. hope u like it! 🧡

prompts — 49. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

51. “What? Does that feel good?”

warnings — smut, fwb stuff & light angst.

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“What are you smiling at?” Tom asks as if he’s not currently pounding into her. His rhythm is slow but intense, reaching deeper and deeper.

“Me?” Y/N says, eyes closed and body totally weak at Tom’s mercy. “‘M not smiling, just enjoying the moment.”

“Oh yeah?” He insists, clinging his chest to hers gently. “You’re gonna play that game?”

“What game?”

“Come on!” Tom slows down his pace even more, sliding in and out tortuously. Y/N’s lips form an o shape, closed eyes squinting more as she feels him stretching her walls delightfully. “You know I like it when you’re loud for me.”

“What? You want to disturb your neighbours?” She opens her eyes lazily, hands pinned together above her head by his fingers. “I don’t wanna be the subject of the building again.”

“Stop it!” Tom whines, burying his length inside her and stopping his movements, holding himself there so close to her spot. “I wanna know why you were smirking that way.”

“Oh, thanks for the consideration, big guy,” Y/N jokes, quirking an eyebrow. “My slutty–moaning side is so grateful for that.”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” His voice falls an octave, becoming raspy and demanding. It shot a wave of pleasure towards her senses, making her clench suddenly with his cock brushing ever–so–lightly where her sweetest spot is at. “Stop running away from my questions, dumbass.”

“Oh, Tom!” She whimpers. “Yes, talk dirty to me! This is so sexy, baby.”

Tom, who’s already having none of her bullshit, drives his hips against hers shortly but with a certain force.

“Say it.”

When she nods in denial, Tom removes himself almost completely to thrust one more time with all his might. Y/N gasps in surprise, having Tom hitting her g–spot precisely with a swift motion. The coil in her lower stomach pulsates hardly, begging for a release that he’s not going to provide anytime soon.

“Say. It.”

She feels his member twitching inside of her heat, gliding easily because of her wetness while his face remains more serious than she’s ever seen before. His jaw is clenched, cheek and jawbones highlighted just perfectly as his look on her is dominant.

“If my silence keeps you acting this rough, expect me to stay quiet for the rest of this day.”

It’s such a pity, Tom thinks, when he’s removing himself one more time — but completely now. Y/N hisses and he doesn’t give her time to think, rubbing her clit with his soaked length. His abdomen is glistening with a tiny bit of sweat, every single centimetre of his muscles contracting each time she sighs impatiently.

“You’re being childish, Tom.”

“Two can play this game, love.”

Y/N chuckles to herself, not believing the stubbornness of her best friend. He’s been edging her so many times, even more painfully now that he’s tapping her aching nub with the head of his cock — with each tap, she shivers a little bit, craving the sensation of being filled by his thick member again.

“I just...” She starts, interrupting her own words to let out a desperate sigh. “Isn’t it weird to you? Like... Fucking your best friend with no strings attached? I mean—”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” Tom says with that boyish smirk of his that Y/N loves so much. She melts to the sight and melts even harder when the tip of his length slips inside. When a moan of relief comes out of her parted lips, Tom bottoms out and runs his palm along the warm skin of her inner thigh.

He drags his fingers to the back of her thigh and bends it, making her knee almost touch her chest as he provides her a new angle. When she clenches again around him, Tom growls and brings his mouth to her skin, planting wet and hot kisses along her breasts. He envelops her nipple with a lick, dragging his tongue up, down and in circles before sucking her bud slowly. The suctions send Y/N to a state of bliss she wasn’t waiting for, moving her hips to massage his cock and search for her high — That’s when Tom thrusts rapidly, the sound of their bodies collapsing together echoes throughout the bedroom in a deafening tone.

“You know I wanna be more than friends,” Tom whispers, travelling his mouth to hers. He lets their lips brush together, avoiding everytime she leans in to kiss him. “Don’t act like you have no idea, pretty girl.”

Y/N has a response ready to be told, right at the tip of her tongue but when Tom bites at her bottom lip and hits her sweet spot, she cries out loud and her hands fly to his back, drawing burning stripes of red with her nails along the flesh.

“What? Does that feel good?” He asks cockily, picking up the pace as they both feel their highs approaching their bodies. “Tell me, darlin’,” Hissing, Tom manages to keep an hallucinating rhythm, filling up the space with the sounds of their skin slapping and the headboard of the bed hitting the wall. “Tell me who fucks you this good.”

In between pleases and yous, Y/N maps all the reachable inches of Tom’s body as she cries out his name frantically. Her mind forgets all the times she managed to avoid his love confessions, focusing exclusively on the tight coil about to explode. Tom can’t think straight either, but he knows he can’t carry on like this unless they sit down and talk things over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” She begs, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body threatening to shake. “Feels so good–”

“You want more? Mm?” He asks, panting and feeling his orgasm nearing. His vision is blurry, head spinning and his legs are weakening.

“Yes, please!” Y/N supplicates, ready to give in.

“So beautiful begging me like this,” He says with admiration, trying hard not to fall for her gorgeousness. And fuck, it’s hard. But it’s even harder to limit himself to only have her underneath him, waiting for her mouth to say three words other than “fuck me harder”. Tom removes himself completely again, pumping himself rapidly. If he’s childish, then he’ll go all the way with their little game, or revenge if you may. “Too bad your bratty mouth made you have to wait a little longer. Knees on the floor and mouth open, kitten.”

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[parkeraul]

Hello! May I please request prompts 21,109 (maybe 110 if you want to end it in fluff, but not required. Thank you 💕

tom holland & peter parker requests • prompt list

author’s note — as you didn’t specify, i’ve chosen to write with peter. i hope that’s alright for ya. this is way too long to be a blurb i’m sorry!

warnings — angst, fluff, kissing. paragraphs in italic are flashbacks.

prompts — 21. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.” | 109. “Don’t say you love me.”

The night is taking over New York quickly, but for Y/N, it feels like ages.

His room is just how like she thought it would be: a little bit messy, socks thrown all over a corner — he might’ve smelled the dirty ones and tossed them away, in search for a clean one — and his bed is just slightly disarranged. Probably because he’s so energetic during the day, so his sleep might be heavy.

Y/N can’t even think about sitting down, arms crossed as she walks from side to side. As she looks down at the floor, she starts to review her whole speech, all the things she needs to say today.

Outside, Peter climbs his way to his window. Hand after hand, foot after foot, he manages to hold himself against the building to remove his mask. It’s so good to feel the fresh wind relieving his face, hair getting even more wild and mind thinking about nothing more than taking a shower. Delicately, he inches his body closer to see if his aunt is around, so like that he might play some tricks on her. But instead, he spots Y/N wandering around with her thumb stuck between her lips, worried face as she sighs. When she turns around to walk to the other side, Peter promptly shifts and glues his back to the wall the best he can, ignoring his backpack standing in the middle.

With blown eyes, Peter tries to avoid noticing the height and breathes deeply. What the heck is Y/N doing here?

While he’s wondering to himself, Y/N comes closer to see if she just actually saw someone or something, or if that was her stressed mind joking with her sanity. She’s quick to peek, not minding to open the window or calling May, and then going back to plan her words.

Peter climbs all the way down and enjoys the moment when the street gets emptier, pulling from his backpack the blue hoodie from school and sweatpants. He rapidly wears them and tucks his mask on the front pocket of the hoodie, trailing his way to the building.

“Hey May, I’m home from my study routine with Ned!” Peter announces loudly as he walks past the door, spitting the excuse he’s planned just for Y/N to listen.

Y/N in his room fixes her t–shirt and runs a hand through her hair, blinking twice to vanish away any signs that she’s been about to cry a few seconds ago. Peter’s footsteps come closer and, as he walks, he feels the hairs on his arm tilting up against his tight suit. Something’s not right. He ignores and goes away with whatever it’ll be, knowing that if he gets nervous it’ll be worse. Wearing his best smile, Peter pushes the door to his bedroom gently as his other hand holds his wrecked backpack — zippers open and things nearly popping out.

“Y/N?” Peter squeaks, stepping inside. “What a nice surprise!”

The curly–haired boy places his stuff on the floor and drinks Y/N in with his chocolate eyes. She’s wearing her signature t–shirt and her comfiest pair of trousers, looking simply gorgeous with her hair all tossed to the side. He could admire her more if the look on her face was only softer, but the deep frown in between her eyebrows calls him back to reality.

“Pete, can we talk?” She immediately asks, feeling her heart throbbing faster and Peter feels his entire body chilling. “Well, finish that talk I tried to have with you on Tuesday. And Thursday too…”

The two days when he had to slip out as soon as Y/N turned her back to him, attending to his tingle warning him that something was going on — just like it’s happening right now. Peter feels a knot forming on his throat and grabs the straps of his hoodie cap, giving them an assertive pull just to cover the top of his suit discreetly.

“Sure,” He nods, placing both hands on his waist to pretend that he was sure of himself. “Can I get you anything?” Peter points to his slightly–opened door. “Water? Muffins? I think May baked some earlier t—“

Y/N doesn’t react, just holds her hands together and she thinks that she can knee down and start praying at anytime, so maybe he’ll stop running away.

“Maybe a talk, Peter,” Y/N jokes flatly, a sad grin tilting up the corner of her mouth. “Let’s just not make it even more torturous, okay?”

Peter feels his heart sinking, hearing the way it beats painfully heavier and he crosses his arms, getting closer to Y/N.

“Of course, I’m–“ He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Y/N lies, Peter’s eyes never leaving the sight of her frustrated expression. The moment when she says it’s alright, he knows she’s not being honest. “I just… Just wanted to talk about that thing I saw on Friday. I–“ She gasps with her own words, scratching the back of her head as the boy in front of her looks at her sweetly, yet concerned. “I didn’t mean to snoop in or be nosy, it just happened that I was passing by the Chem’s class door when… When I heard you talking to MJ.”

Peter frowns, brown eyes travelling around the floor as he tries to remember what was the conversation they were having that hurt Y/N so much.

“I know we went out with nothing decided, no strings attached,” Never looking Peter in the eyes, Y/N confesses. “I think that was dumb of me to think that you were growing feelings for me too, which makes me feel even dumber not to notice that you and MJ have been together longer than we’ve been,” Y/N’s voice gets way too emotional, sparkling in Peter a pain that he somehow knows she’s feeling too. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

Then Peter remembers.

After the end of Chemistry’s class, Peter asked for Michelle to listen the little thing he prepared for his next date with Y/N. He was ready to give her a present and tell her about the way he feels, choosing a little something he once saw her searching for the price on her phone. That day, he had wrapped it himself with a pretty golden ribbon around the box painted with her favourite colour. Also, he drew small hearts all over the box but they were all twisted and in different sizes, but that was sincere and he was hoping that it would make Y/N happy.

“Pretend I’m Y/N,” MJ suggests, sitting down on the counter with a chips bag on her lap. “Turn around and say your sweet nothings, then you’ll have the right words to say when you meet her next date.”

Peter sighs and turns his back to MJ, knowing that she’s going to make fun of him at some point. But he really needs to script his words, he wants it to be perfect.

“When I’m with you, I feel like I can finally be myself,” Peter says as MJ judges him with squinted eyes. “The day when you accepted to go out with me made me… Scream inside—“

“Too weird, loser,” Michelle says between crunches. “She’s gonna run away.”

“Uhm,” The boy clears his throat. “The day you accepted going out with me made me… Made me… Made me realise how much I wanna be with you all the time, how I never get tired of looking at you—“

“Too clingy,” MJ grimaces. “What are you? Prince Charming?”

“MJ, this is how I feel, okay?” Peter whispers through gritted teeth, facing his friend with arms opening in protest. “If I could, I’d hold her face and say: I love you. I love you so much I can’t believe I have never said this before.”

“Oh, that thing?” He asks happily, knowing that nothing’s wrong, knowing that he didn’t mess it up. “I can explain that!”

Y/N pouts, sight blurry from the tears pooling in her eyes. How can he be so happy about something that hurts her so deeply?

“Peter, did you not hear me?” Previously sitting gently on his nightstand, Y/N stands up and Peter smile seems to grow more. “What are you—“

“Listen—“

“Since when do you wear boots?”

Peter freezes in place, mouth parted as he looks down and notices that he forgot to put on his damn sneakers. But that wasn’t important, not more than Y/N. He decided to himself right now that, when the time comes, he could open up and tell her that he’s Spider–Man. Done, now he can move on.

“Wait, Y/N, here’s the thing,” Peter ignores, rushing his word and watching her face fall more. “When everyone left, MJ stood and then I—“

“Peter I don’t think I wanna know about the details,” Y/N feels her whole being twirling inside, voice faltering and a single tear rolling down. “If you don’t want me you could’ve just told me,”

“No, you’re not listening to me!” Gesturing crazily, Peter shakes his head and his curls go messier. He looks so adorable it pinches Y/N in the chest. “See, I wanted MJ to know how in love I am…”

Y/N’s lips part, and she brings the back of her hand to dry her face from the tear. Peter’s mind works poorly to help him build a coherent sentence, making his heart race and speech die in his stuttered words.

“You don’t need to say something more, Pete,” She walks past him, reaching for the doorknob.

“I am in love with you!” Peter screams. “I love you. You!”

“Don’t lie to me! Don’t say you love me—”

In a fast–impulsive thought, Peter shoots a web to trap her hand onto the doorknob. The tender memory of what he’s done before with someone he cared so much embraces him in a hurtful hug, and it’s fun to him how he acts alike with the people he loves — the one he misses so bad and the one he doesn’t wanna miss.

Y/N’s frozen in her spot, back turned to Peter but face slowly reaching for his. Her eyes are red and surprised, hand unsuccessfully trying to move away. Peter is as surprised as she is, moving closer again to tell her looking in her eyes but, on his way, he quickly searches for the box inside his backpack.

“I,” He starts, doing his best to slide into the space between Y/N and the wall. Peter keeps the box inside his pocket, pushing the mask to the outside and Y/N immediately sees the red fabric sticking out, her eyes can’t even process so many informations. With both hands, he uses his fingers to tuck her hair behind her ear and then cup her face, the way he wanted to do. His face inches closer, foreheads clinging together and nose gently brushing against hers. “Wait, is this okay?”

“It depends on what you’re gonna say,” She whispers back, watching his puppy eyes squishing as he smiles widely.

“Good, because I wanna say that I have the most amazing time when I’m with you,” Peter says, lowly but loudly enough just for her to hear. “And the day you accepted to go out with me made me scream inside!” At this, they both laugh and melt to each other’s sounds. “They made me realise how much I wanna be with you and, it might sound clingy but I do wanna be around you everytime. And by the way I’m sorry I dropped milkshake on your white top that day, that was—“

“Peter! To the point!”

“I wanna say that... on Friday, yeah?! On Friday I was just asking MJ for help, because I wanted to say the right things and, well, I am not,” He chuckles and she feels weak in the knees, chest warming with his words. “I’m not in love with MJ, I’m in love with you. God, I love you. I love you so much I can’t believe I have never said this before.” And Peter finally feels a heavy weight leaving his back, saying the exact sentence he wanted to say and venting his aching heart tenderly.

“Can I?” He asks, closing the space between their smiles gradually. When Y/N nods, he prays this is the best kiss they can share. Well, in terms of romance, it’s certainly not. The beginning is a little bit clumsy but, as their breathing patterns are recovered and synchronised, Peter kisses Y/N with a deep passion. After the first teeth–bumps, he focuses on caressing her plump lips with careful smooches. They both think that they can faint at anytime from relief, happiness and love. When they split with a smack, Peter grabs the box from his pocket and his mask falls to the floor. Then he remembers that her hand is still glued to the doorknob and scrunches his nose in that sweet face she loves so much, tilting his forehead to hers again.

“Oh, and I’m Spider–Man.”

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[parkeraul]

53,60,66 for a bestfriend shawn smut fic plsss

smut prompts — s.m.

author’s note — thank u for requesting! i hope you don’t mind that i changed just a little something on prompt 66. i hope u like it ❣️

prompts — 53. “If we get caught i’m blaming you.” | 60. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” | 66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

warnings — light smut, dirty talk.

“Brian’s bedroom? Are you serious?” She asks as Shawn drags her inside, closing the door right after where he pins her body against.

“Do you have a better idea?” He questions back, kinda out of breath. “I don’t know about you but I can’t wait until we’re home.”

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” Y/N says while she can, because Shawn holds her waist and comes closer than he’s ever been before. “Only you.”

“Why are you taking yourself off this if you want me as bad as I want you?” His drunken words are almost incomprehensible, but his lips are so close that it would never be impossible to understand him. “Just one touch and it’s game over for you.”

“I always knew you were into dirty talk,” Y/N squeaks out, punching his chest with both fists and he doesn’t move an inch. His eyes are narrowing her cornered body intensely, starving for a taste. “But you can’t be sure of what you just said.”

“No?” Shawn asks lowly, touching her neck as his other hand travels up her bare thigh. “Then why do your legs clench everytime I touch you?”

“That’s bullshit.”

Shawn’s fingers look for the waistband of her panties under her skirt, finding nothing but her skin already showing goosebumps under his hand. He smiles to himself, head falling to her shoulder as he reveals that he’s completely fucked, wrecked and defeated.

“Bullshit is you coming over without a fucking underwear,” The tip of his calloused fingers travel to the region under her lower stomach, tickling her flesh with a touch so light. “When you knew I wanted to fuck you tonight.”

Y/N’s cheeks burn but inside she’s so proud of what she just did. She knew he wanted her but more than this, she knew how crazy he is about having sex somewhere he can get caught.

“Don’t flatter yourself, bestie,” She whines, calling him by the nickname. “Peter is right down in there, I could have done this to hit him. Who knows?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever even met that asshole.” He hisses through gritted teeth right on her ear, big hand kneading every inch of skin until he grabs a handful of her ass forcefully.

“What?” She laughs. “Not a fan of Peter? I mean, he’s nerdy but such a hot one.”

“I usually love when women are loud for me,” Shawn interrupts, the hand on Y/N’s neck now choking her weakly. “But I think I’ll have to put this pretty little mouth of yours to a better use.”

“Love when women are loud for me,” She imitates. “This is classic Shawn Mendes. You’re a womanizer, you know that, right?”

“Are you jealous, baby?” Shawn giggles, suckling on her lobe and earning a heavy sigh from his best friend. “Come on, it’s our first time together.”

“And last.”

“Oh, she’s playing hard to get!” He jokes, letting go of her neck to hold her chin in his thumb and forefinger. “That’s cute.”

“You better fill my mouth before I fill yours,” She challenges, quirking an eyebrow and closing the large space between their lips. “For a womanizer, you talk too much and do so little...”

“And for a girl so good,” He mouths at her slightly–divided plump lips. “You lack manners, pretty girl.”

Y/N weaks in the knees, glueing her mouth on his. His lips are smooth and cold, being warmed by hers as they lock their mouths together. It’s intense and slow, but the way their tongues dance together sparkles a wave of anxiety through their nerves. Being best friends, they tried some hook–ups before but never like this, never with this desire. When Shawn reaches for another kiss, Y/N is already kneeling on the floor with her eyes on his.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Giving you the chance to fill my mouth before I fill yours,” She moves a hand from his knee to his massive thigh. “Or you don’t wanna teach your best friend some manners?”

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