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You and Me (and him)

Tom Holland x y/n fluff and angst 👀

Summary: Reader is dating Harry after a year of being best friends, and goes home to meet the fam. If only things stayed that simple, if only Tom wasn’t jealous.

Warnings: jealous Tom, one barely there mention of smut, and lots of soft angst

You couldn’t believe this was happening. I mean you could, you and Harry had been seeing each other for about three months now, and it’s the holidays. It’s only fair that his family wanted to meet you. The part you couldn’t believe was that you and Harry just got into a huge fight, again. It’s not that you guys didn’t get along, you were best friends for a really long time before you had even considered dating, but you two just kept butting heads. This time was about something just as stupid as normal, he couldn’t seem to grasp the idea that you wanted him to put the toilet seat down…or at least that’s what it started as. It turned into this ugly monster of a yelling match about boundaries and how he “never noticed how controlling you are”, which put the nail in the coffin.

And now you two were on a plane flying to south west London. You would kill to be anywhere else right now, you two never settled the argument and you wished you had just cancelled, but his mom just kept reiterating on the phone before you took off how excited she was to finally meet you. Truthfully, you were just as excited to meet her, since when you and Harry were still just friends, he talked about his family all the time and how much they meant to him. You just wished you could do it without him.

You stared out the window for most of the flight, trying to repress how pent up you were over your argument and just get some rest. When you finally woke up, Harry was grabbing your carry on and smiled down at you. “Hey sleepyhead, we just landed.” You smiled back and stretched out, making him laugh as you accidentally kicked the seat in front of you. You stood up and shoved him playfully before following him off the plane.

After an overwhelming amount of time in line waiting to get off the plane and to get your luggage from baggage claims, you two finally had all of your belongings and walked towards the pick up area. It didn’t take long before you heard Nikki hollering Harry’s name. A huge smile spread across his face as he took off running to her, leaving you behind. You rolled your eyes, a little annoyed that he just left you there, but you let it go. Mama’s boy. You saw the woman holding Harry in her arms perk up as you continued to approach. “Y/N!” She called out, grinning and waving you over. You smiled back and picked up the pace, meeting up with who you knew to be Sam from pictures and a couple of facetime calls. He smiled at you and greeted you with a hug, grabbing one of the bags you were carrying and helping you to the rest of the family. One by one, you were introduced and hugged by each family member, Dominic, Nikki, and even Paddy came along. You sat for a moment in your thoughts, curious where Harry’s eldest brother was. “Did Tom not come home for the holidays?” You whispered to Sam, and he nodded. “He’s at the house right now cooking us all up dinner. I’ve been showing him the ropes, he’s a pretty good chef.” You laughed and grabbed Harry’s hand saying, “Well that will be a nice change!” His family laughed and he just rolled his eyes, and you all started heading towards the car.

You couldn’t get enough of London, staring out the window and taking in all of the scenery. It was so much more than you could have imagined. You asked Harry about different buildings but before he could answer you every time Paddy piped up and answered instead. It made you laugh how he clearly didn’t want to be left out, so you directed the rest of your questions to him. “Oi, Harry. I didn’t realize her accent would be so…American!” Sam laughed and elbowed his brother. “You get used to it mate, but it takes a while.” Harry replied and Nikki smacked them both for being rude, but it just made you laugh. “I guess it’s my turn to be the oddball in the group, it’ll give Harry a break!” They all laughed at that, just as you pulled into this unbelievable neighborhood. Every house you passed was better than the last and you could see a golf course at the end of the neighborhood, distracting you from the incredible structures until you finally reached your destination. The house was glorious, a huge goliath among the rest from what you assumed was all the money that Dom made from his new book and Tom’s movie money. Dom pulled up the drive and everyone filed out, helping you and Harry with your bags before heading to the front door. The inside of the home was more stunning than the outside, beautiful artwork on the wall, golf clubs on display, and a chandelier the size of your dorm room hanging in the living room. It was definitely foreign to you, but it didn’t feel out of place. It truly felt like a cozy and livable home. Your bags were set on the floor and you were met with a wondrous smell of food coming from what you guessed was the direction of the kitchen. You followed Harry into the room to find the one and only Tom Holland standing at the stove with oven mits on.

“Harry!” He grinned and pulled his younger brother in for a hug before turning to you. “And you must be y/n!” He eyed you up and down before beginning to pull you in for a hug as well, until he realized he still had his oven mits on. He blushed and hurriedly pulled them off before continuing the hug. You were smiling and laughing, but you were at a loss for words. It isn’t that you weren’t prepared for this, quite the opposite actually. You practiced meeting Tom so that you wouldn’t come across as star struck and make him uncomfortable, but he would probably be just as uncomfortable if he knew that. What truly got you was how breath taking he really was in person. It makes sense that he is so successful in the industry, he is truly captivating and can command a room. His presence was undeniable and that, you had not prepared for. You managed a smile as you hugged him back, mumbling a “Hi Tom, it’s great to meet you!” Just like you had practiced. Your delivery was a little underdone, but you figured it would be good enough.

Tom didn’t seem to mind as he smiled back to Harry and they got carried away catching up. It had been a while since the two saw each other, Harry usually came along with Tom on his shoots and press tours, but opted out of his filming of Uncharted so he could take a few college courses in the states about shooting film and television. You always swore he didn’t need the help, he was fantastic but nonetheless he chose to do it. You were grateful, it means you got to meet him. You followed Nikki upstairs to the room that you and Harry were staying in. “I hope it’s alright that you are right next to all the boys, I figured you would want to be with Harry, but you are more than welcome to come find me if you need a little girl time!” She winked at you and it made you smile. You knew this was going to be the most unfamiliar part for you, seeing as your relationship with your own mother went sour many years back, but you were sure that Nikki needed someone since the house was packed to the brim with boys. You hugged her and thanked her again for being so inviting and letting you stay, and she let you alone for a moment to unpack your things.

When you were done, you returned downstairs to the kitchen just in time to help Nikki and Paddy set the table. Harry, Sam, and Dom joined you not long after and everyone got seated, waiting for the big reveal. You spoke up, hearing Tom working in the kitchen alone. “Do you want some help bringing it in Tom?” You heard him laugh and shout, “Nonsense! Be…our…guest!” He started humming the tune as he carried out two large dishes of turkey and ham, and then grabbing the remaining side dishes as well. “He’s a showoff dear, let him have this.” Nikki rolled her eyes and laughed at his presentation.

You didn’t mean to, but you definitely gawked at all of the food. You had never seen such a large spread before, but you didn’t have seven mouths to feed usually. You all devoured the food, amazed at how quickly so much food disappeared. When everyone was finished, Tom sent Paddy to bring Tessa in from outside, who happily came in to grab table scraps before Tom made her a plate of her own. You sat and chatted, answering a thousand questions about your life, school, how you and Harry had met, and your family. You tensed up at the last questions, nervous to discuss the topic of your less than picture perfect family, so you did your best to answer as briefly as you could. Harry knew all about them and the troubles you have had so he helped you along to get to other topics, which you were very grateful for. He really is a good friend, you thought, not bothering to correct yourself to say boyfriend. You knew what you meant. After a long while of talking, everyone started to split off and help clean up. You offered to help but Dom refused, insisting Harry show you around the house instead.

The two of you left the room and Harry showed you around, stopping in each room to show you something different, his favorite golf club, the office he kept a lot of his camera equipment and Tom’s promotional posters. He took you upstairs to show you his room when he saw your bags already spread out and your clothes folded out of the bags. “Already? You settled in pretty fast.” You couldn’t place it but his question felt weirdly pointed. “Sorry, your mom brought me up here to drop my things off, I didn’t think it would bother you.” You trailed off, feeling the tension that was wiped away by the events of the day suddenly come crashing back. “It doesn’t, sorry. Mi casa, su casa.” He smiled, and even though you could tell it was fake, you gladly accepted it as a peace offering. You weren’t in the mood to deal with your mutual grievances, so you tried to push past it. Harry talked about the house and the memories he had in his room for a while and you smiled as he shared. Eventually Nikki walked in and announced that she and Dom were calling it a night, but to come and grab them if you needed anything at all. Harry kissed her on the cheek, and she hugged you again, whispering, “We are so glad you are here, honey.”

You felt so welcomed and it was warm and nice, and you were glad you came. After she left, you heard Paddy and Sam playing a game in the living room and Harry said he wanted to join them. You nodded but opted to stay in the room, not wanting to be a recluse but you were tired and figured Harry wanted some time alone with his family. You climbed into your pajamas, a spiderman shirt and a pair of striped pajama shorts. Harry kissed your head and walked downstairs, leaving you alone. You continued to settle your things around the room and enjoyed the silence for a little while, not realizing how tired you truly were.

Tom finally finished cleaning everything in the kitchen with his dad who then called it quits for the night and went upstairs. Tom turned the kitchen light off and he and Tessa settled in the living room for a while, watching his brothers play Call of Duty. He noticed your absence but chose not to question it, figuring you must be sleeping upstairs. He thought about you for a brief moment, you looked much different from the pictures Harry had shown him. Lucky bloke. Tom never had time to find a girl worth while to date considering he was always so busy, especially not such a pretty one. He brushed it off, he couldn’t be happier for his brother and you seemed like a sweet girl. As he pulled his attention back to the living room he looked around for Tessa, not finding her anywhere. He got up and looked around, heading upstairs to see if she had already climbed into his bed for the night. He caught her tail just as she rounded the corner into Harry’s room.

You walked out of Harry’s bathroom with your toothbrush still in your mouth to find Tessa waddling in. You weren’t sure why she picked this room, but you were glad to see her. You scratched her head for a moment when you heard chuckling followed by, “Nice shirt.” Your eyes shot up and you were mentally kicking yourself, starting to explain when you remembered you still had a toothbrush in your mouth and almost choked on the toothpaste. You clumsily got up and ran to the sink to spit it out, seriously regretting your life’s choices right now. You didn’t want to walk back into the room, but you knew you had to, so you swallowed your embarrassment and the remainder of toothpaste and closed the door behind you. “Sorry, let me uh, try that again. Sorry about the shirt, Harry got it for me and swore it would be funny but if it makes you uncomfortable I can totally take it off…” you trailed off, heading to your pile of clothes to grab another shirt and Tom stopped you. “No, it’s really fine, it looks great on you. Nice to have the family repping my merch.” He feigned a snobby accent and it made you giggle. “You might want to change the shirt anyways though; I don’t remember them making those shirts with toothpaste stains right there!” He laughed out, making your face heat up with embarrassment.

Tom laughed it off and put a hand on your shoulder. “No worries, I think it adds more character to the shirt.” You smiled, not sure why his kind gesture put you at ease more than anything so far this trip. Somehow the movie star seemed like the most real thing all day. “I hope today wasn’t too overwhelming.” You could have lied but Tom could see it all in your eyes and laughed, nodding in understanding. “It wasn’t bad, I’m just not used to such a big family.” He nodded again and smiled. “Well I think you fit right in.” You both smiled at each other for a minute before Tom broke the silence. “Well I just came in here to grab Tessa, I hope she didn’t bother you.” You had no idea that Tom had set that up to be secret test, and honestly neither did he. But you absolutely passed when you responded, “No not at all, I love her so much already. We probably would have been fast asleep if you hadn’t come to get her.” His heart warmed at the thought, and he patted her on the back. “Look at that, Tess. Someone else to shower you with affection!” You both laughed and she wagged her tail before running back out of the room. “Well I will leave you to it, let me know if you need anything yeah?” You nodded and thanked him, and he added, “I will send him up in a bit, but fair warning, he’s a sore loser so he may not be much fun.” You laughed and answered, “Believe me, I know.”

There was something hidden in your voice and Tom had no clue what it was, so he decided to brush it off for the time being. “Good night, y/n.” He started to close the door behind him when he heard, “Good night, Tom.” Followed by a tiny yawn. And he would be lying if that wasn’t one of the cutest things he’d ever heard. As soon as he closed the door, he shut that down completely; not like him to be so forgetful and unaware of himself. He shook it off and headed back downstairs to join his brothers.

Sure enough when he got back to the living room, Harry was loudly losing. He grinned and found a place on their long L-shaped couch with Tessa. “What do you mean though? She is way nice.” Sam said, clearly in the middle of a conversation. Harry nodded, still rapidly pressing buttons on his controller, “Yeah mate she is. She is great, and I’m glad everyone loves her. I just…I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected.” Tom’s eyebrows shot up but he tried to play it cool. He had no idea what the problem could be at all. “Trouble in paradise?” Harry groaned, shaking his head a little before handing the controller to Paddy who couldn’t care less about the conversation. “Not really, I don’t know.” Tom wasn’t sure why, but he pressed further. “Well then why did you bring her?” Harry sighed and stared at the ceiling. “She is still my best friend, mate. Even when things are rocky, we have that. I would bring her home even if we weren’t dating.” He laughed, knowing full well that was the truth. He loved you as a friend, and he always thought there would be something more to it, but lately he wasn’t sure. “She has a shit relationship with her mom and I know she really needs a family, so I guess that’s why.” He fell silent again before adding, “I hurt her feelings right before we left, and I haven’t fixed it yet. I swear, sometimes she just pushes my buttons.” Sam interjected after a while of not speaking up and said, “Well you better fix that shit. Mom loves her, and she would trade you for her in a heartbeat.�� Harry shoved Sam’s arm, making him lose the controller and Paddy took full advantage of it, hollering his victory. They all shushed him, laughing together. Tom was truly glad that everyone was home.

You woke up in the middle of the night with Harry lying by your side. You didn’t remember him coming back in at all, but you tried to cuddle up to him regardless. This was another one of your many problems-that-weren’t-real-problems. You could never get comfortable with Harry in the bed. You laid your head on his chest, but he didn’t budge, clearly too exhausted to try it with you right now. You fidgeted around for way too long before finally giving up and moving back to your side of the bed and drifting back to sleep.

In the morning, you woke up alone. You looked around the room, trying to find your boyfriend. You checked your phone, it was 11:30. You couldn’t believe you slept so long, and you raced out of bed and threw on something different before running downstairs. Most of the family was around the table and you kicked yourself again for not setting an alarm. “Good morning, y/n!” Nikki smiled and waved you over to the table, and you sat down appreciatively. “I’m so sorry I slept so long, jet lag really did a number on me I guess,” you turned to Harry who walked out the kitchen with a cup of tea for you, “Why didn’t you wake me up?” He smiled and kissed your forehead before setting the tea down. “You needed the sleep love, don’t worry about it. Did you sleep well?” You nodded, and took a sip of the tea, feeling the warmth spread throughout your whole body. That was one of your favorite things about Harry, his tea was unmatched. You could never have a cup of coffee again in your life and be content.

“Sam made breakfast, and once we all eat,” Harry shoved you playfully, “We are going to go out for a game of golf. Care to join us?” Your cheeks heated up at the callout, golf truly didn’t interest you, but you knew it was a big deal in the Holland family. Before you had to make a decision, Nikki spoke up. “I actually was hoping I could borrow you today y/n, I wanted to have a girl’s day and go shopping!” Thankful, you nodded eagerly at the excuse to not have to sit through a boring golf game. Sam brought out your breakfast, an egg benedict and a bagel with homemade cream cheese spread on the side. “This looks delicious Sam, thank you!” You both grinned as you took the plate and began devouring it.

You heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned around to find Tom, already dressed for golf. He smiled at his family, but something made you feel like he lingered on you for a moment. It’s just nerves from the fact that he is famous. Calm down, y/n. Paddy and Dom stood up from the table and made their way to their respective rooms to also get ready for their day. Tom came and sat at the table across from you, and Nikki began telling you all of the plans she had for the day. Shopping in London, getting souvenirs, stopping at a couple of bakeries, and you swear you were trying to listen. There was just something about Tom that morning that had you so intrigued. You thought you were being sly but he definitely noticed and smiled at you again, making your cheeks turn an awful shade of red. You tried to cover it with your hands as you forced yourself to zone back in on what Nikki was saying. “That all sounds phenomenal, Nikki! I can’t wait, I just need to go run upstairs and get changed and I will be ready!” Sam came and grabbed your plate and you thanked him, following Harry upstairs to get ready.

As soon as you closed the door behind you Harry grabbed your hand. “Hey, y/n. I’m really sorry, about what I said yesterday morning. I don’t know why I said that, I just got caught up in the argument and I should have controlled myself better. I’m sorry.” You squeezed his hand and hugged him. “Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate that.” He hugged you back and kissed your forehead, smiling into your hairline. “I’m really glad you are here, just so you know. I know we were off yesterday, but I hope you know how excited I have been for you to meet my family.” You nodded and looked up at him from his chest. “I love them all, I feel so welcomed. I’m grateful you brought me along.” He kissed your forehead again before letting you go so you could both get dressed. “Oh, you missed out on the Spiderman shirt interaction.” You explained the events from the night before and Harry was cracking up at your clumsy antics. You both finished getting ready for your respective days and headed down the stairs to find everyone waiting for you. Harry hugged you and kissed your cheek before following the boys out the door, leaving you alone with his mom. You both smiled and she grabbed her keys before heading out the door as well. The air was crisp, not yet too cold to need a sweater, but much colder than New York.

You and Nikki spent the day wandering around London, she showed you all her favorite places to shop and you both picked out a healthy helping of new odds and ends to bring home. You even picked out a sweater for Harry, knowing he will need some warmer clothes soon enough. Finally, the two of you settled at a local bakery to grab some sweets and chat. “I hope your mother isn’t mad at me for stealing you for the holidays!” Nikki laughed as you two sat down to eat. It was innocent, and you knew that she didn’t know, but it still hurt all the same. “She wouldn’t really know any different, I haven’t spoken to my mom for almost six years now.” Nikki’s face fell, clearly regretting saying anything but wondering why all the same. You could see her curiosity hidden under empathy and support, so you decided to explain. “It started my senior year of high school, I told her the path I wanted to take for school and the day I got my acceptance letter to school was one of the happiest days of my life. She let me ride on that feeling for a few days, not bothering to tell me that she spent my college savings on booze and cigarettes my whole life. It never donned on me that I didn’t know where our money was coming from. I always assumed my dad was sending checks to help out, but she told me later that he skipped town and the courts couldn’t find him. I usually just spend the holidays working or doing something small with friends. Last year’s New Year’s Eve was the first holiday I spent with Harry, and I am grateful. It felt like family to have all of my friends together.”

As you finally stopped talking, you decided you couldn’t avoid eye contact anymore and you looked at Nikki. You weren’t sure what to expect, but she was just nodding and letting you find what areas of conversation made you comfortable, and you were thankful for that. “I’m sorry to hear that, y/n, I had no idea. However, it seems you have found a family with Harry, and even if not, please know you will always have a family with us.” You could have burst into tears if you had any less self-control. You thanked her and she smiled at you, letting you change the subject to weather or whatever you could to make the overwhelming feeling in your gut go away. You felt lifetimes better after that conversation and your talk with Harry this morning, and you finally felt free to enjoy your vacation from now on.

The next few days went off with a hitch, you slowly started to get more and more used to the time difference and the family oriented environment you found yourself in, and you and Harry seemed to be coasting for the most part. It wasn’t hard, you didn’t get very much alone time and that made it easy to avoid any arguments. In fact, things were going better than usual, probably due to the lack of alone time. You guys were always at your best in group settings as friends, it would make sense for that to translate into your relationship, right?

Tonight, you were taking a “lesson” in the kitchen from Sam, with Tom in attendance as well. Harry couldn’t be bothered, stating that microwaved meals have never done him wrong before. You and Tom divided up the tasks to make dinner for the evening, steak and kidney pie. It honestly sounded awful to you, but you remembered Harry saying it was his favorite, and an English classic, so you figured you should give it a try. Sam instructed you to work on the gravy while Tom cut away at the steak. He left the room for a moment to grab something from the pantry, or at least that’s what you thought he said. You were really trying to listen to his instructions, but Tom was making it nearly impossible. His presence that had you captivated from day one has really been doing a number on you in the last few days. A couple of days ago you were “helping” Harry make tea and Tom reached his arm around you to help you mix, something completely innocent, right? Later that day, he came back from golf and had rid himself of his shirt on his way to his room when he passed you, and you always thought they play up the abs on screen but you were very wrong. Yesterday he snuck up behind you to surprise you and you got so scared you spun around and grabbed onto him and held him for maybe just a second too long. Last night before bed, it was so late you thought you were the only one up and dared to run to the kitchen to get water for you and Harry in just one of his big t-shirts and a pair of your lacy underwear. Tom came inside from taking Tessa out right as he saw you reaching for a cup in the top pantry, your shirt pulled up just enough for your lower half to be revealed. He came up behind you and pulled a cup down, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on both of your faces. That instance was…bad. But it was all in your head, you were sure of it. Tom could never look at you in that way, and besides you were with Harry. He knew that, and you knew that. This was nothing.

You kept that frame of mind as you mixed the gravy, certain that Sam gave you this job because there is no way you could mess this up hopefully. Before you knew it, Tom was peeking over your shoulder. You darted a look at him and jokingly covered your work. “What?”

“Just wanted to see how it was coming along.”

“The gravy? It’s the easiest part of this whole meal.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, but with how you handled mixing your tea the other day, I don’t know if I trust your capabilities!” You gave a fake gasp and turned to him, giving him ample opportunity to squeeze in front of you and jokingly mix it up himself. “Tom!” You yelled while laughing, realizing he was making a huge mess by stirring too quickly and the gravy was splashing everywhere. A bunch splattered on his arms and onto your shirt before he finally stopped, trying to hold back laughter as he looked between the two of you. He didn’t know what gave him the nerve to do it, whether it be your adorable giggling or just how close you two were, but he reached out and wiped some gravy off of your face and left his hand lingering near your cheek. You both stopped laughing and your skin felt like it was on fire under his hand. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him and for a moment, his lips. That is until you heard Sam clearing his throat from the entrance to the kitchen. You both flew away from each other, looking anywhere else but at Sam. “You were supposed to be working on the steak, Tom. Do you need a towel, y/n?” He asked, completely monotone. “N-no, I can grab one. Thank you though.” You stuttered out, embarrassment taking control. “I will uh, I’ll go grab one now. Be right back.” And you took off running. What the hell was that?

“Tom, what the hell was that?” Sam cornered his older brother against the cabinet, clearly having witnessed your strange interaction. “What was what, Sam. We were just messing around.” He lied through his teeth, still trying to process it himself. “Don’t bullshit me, mate. You can’t just ‘mess around’ with Harry’s girlfriend.” Tom looked hurt at the accusation. “I obviously didn’t mean it like that, Sam. You know I would never do that!” They stared at each other for a moment before Sam finally broke the silence. “I know she’s cute, but pull yourself together, man.”

“It’s not that she’s cute, Sam, it’s just-“ as soon as the words left Tom’s mouth you walked back in to the kitchen, clearly having taken a moment or two to pull yourself together. You felt the tension in the room, and you decided to try and bust through it. “Sorry, I just didn’t want the gravy to burn.” You wandered over to your previous station and continuing to mix before turning and adding, “Sam I think this gravy has probably been mixed to death. What’s next?” Sam took the hint and you all slowly moved back into a sense of comfortability while you continued working. For the rest of the night, you and Tom kept a very strict distance from one another. You weren’t really sure what happened there, or if you were just reading into it. You struggled between the two and decided it would just be safe to steer clear of Tom for a bit. Plus, you figured Sam would be watching you two like a hawk all night long.

After everyone finished up dinner, you and Harry took a walk around the neighborhood, suggested by you. It would be good for you to get a break and spend some time together, seeing as he is the whole reason you came. He seemed hesitant, most likely wanting to spend more time with his family but he finally obliged and you two were off down the driveway. You reached for his hand and he received it, but it just felt clammy and wrong in your hand. You two made it to the end of the driveway before he pulled his hand back to adjust his hair and then put it in his pocket. It didn’t mean anything, surely, but it still bothered you. You tried to sneak your hand around his arm and into his pocket and he turned his head to look at you, confusion evident. “What are you doing?” You looked down, unsure what to label this feeling as. “I, I just wanted to hold your hand.”

Harry didn’t skip a beat before saying, “We just held hands, though.” And placing his hand back in his pocket. The worst part wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold your hand, you weren’t a crazy person. The worst part was that he didn’t even seem to understand why you wanted to. You just walked in silence for a few minutes before you asked if you could turn around. He nodded, not really wanting to be out in the first place, and you felt sick. You were so confused, and you just wanted, for once, for Harry to desire to be with you. It seemed like he was very affectionate when he was around his family, like he was putting on a front. But when it was just you, he seemed completely uninterested. It was so confusing and with everything that just happened with Tom, you weren’t sure what to think. Harry tried to carry on small talk, about dinner and golf, you just couldn’t remain focused enough and your conversation fell silent once more.

When you got back to the house, Nikki and Dom had gone to bed for the night, and Paddy and Tom were playing a game on the tv. You walked past them, feeling Tom’s eyes on you but telling Harry you were going to run upstairs and shower if he wanted to stay and hang out. He nodded and kissed you on the cheek, a stark contrast to his demeanor outside. You ran up the stairs and towards your shared room, tears beginning to fall down your face, causing you to miss Sam standing right in front of you, making you run right into his chest. You cursed and looked up at him, unable to hide the fact that you were crying, and he held you up for a moment. “Hey, come in here, sit down.” He directed you into his room and sat you down on the edge of his bed. “Are you alright?” You tried to muster up some kind of an excuse, something you could explain this away as, but nothing was offering itself up. You finally just gave in, looking at Sam sincerely. “Do you think Harry likes me?”

You realized you probably looked crazy, crying in your boyfriend’s twin brother’s bed about whether or not that same boyfriend who flew you to London to meet his family, liked you. But you couldn’t help it, you had no idea if you were totally in your own head or if someone else noticed or had the answer. Sam remained quiet for a moment, either at a loss for words or just taking a moment to think of the right answer. You decided it was the latter as he spoke up saying, “Yeah, I do think he likes you. Harry isn’t the most affectionate guy, but he means well.” You nodded, feeling some type of relief, though it wasn’t permanent as he continued, “Do you like Harry?”

Now you were definitely not expecting that, your turn to be at a loss for words. You just stared forward for minute before answering honestly, “He’s my best friend.”

“That isn’t really what I asked though, is it?” Sam’s voice wasn’t punishing or ridiculing, which surprised you. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help you figure out your problems, regardless of his relation to his brother. You pondered a moment longer before stating confidently, “I do like Harry,” and as you spoke the last part your voice grew softer and less sure, “but sometimes I wonder if we were meant to be more than friends.”

Sam placed a hand on your knee, and it felt calm and reassuring. “Well I think you guys need to take some time and find that out for yourselves.” You nodded again, and he continued, “But I don’t think involving Tom is the answer to your problem.”

Your face lit up in embarrassment again, unable to look Sam in the eye. “I know he is a big movie star and all but-“

“That’s not what this is about at all Sam! I swear, I don’t care about any of that. I just, I don’t know…” you stared at the floor for a while before you dared to finish, “he just feels like what I wanted Harry to be.”

You couldn’t believe the words came out of your mouth, but they did. The heaviness of them in the air and the reality that they couldn’t be taken back scared you. You had a lot of audacity, coming in to this household and causing so much drama. You realized in that moment you shouldn’t have come at all, this was all a big mistake. As you were about to stand up to run out Sam grabbed your hand and sat you back down, looking you in the eyes. “Running away won’t solve this problem. I think if you care about Harry the way you say you do, then you need to at least put in the work to see if this relationship is going to be what you need. If not, you need to address that with Harry. But it needs to only be about the two of you, okay? Maybe lay low for a little bit.” You nodded, overwhelmed by feelings of embarrassment, confusion, exhaustion, and worry. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

He reached over and hugged you from the side before saying, “Don’t be. I know Harry can be hard to talk to, and I don’t want you to have to bottle this up. Relationships are hard.” You nodded eagerly, making Sam laugh. He stood you both up and you hugged him properly before turning to leave to go take that shower. You paused briefly at the door to turn around and started, “Sam please don’t say-“

“I won’t. Now go get some rest, text me if you need anything.”

You walked out of the room, appreciative of Sam’s unbelievable hospitality and ability to maintain neutrality. You wondered if he was the glue that held the family together. After spending way too long in the shower reflecting, you climbed into bed for the night. Right as you were falling asleep, you heard the door open to your room and after some shuffling, Harry’s body climbed into bed behind you. To your complete shock, Harry scooted close to you and wrapped his arm around your figure, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

You woke up to an empty bed the next morning, remembering vaguely that Harry said they were all going to have a game of golf before lunch today. You climbed out of bed and got dressed before heading downstairs for the day. You decided to try your hand at making tea for everyone when they got back. Nikki sat with you for a while once she woke up and even politely downed your botched tea while you chatted, before announcing that she was going into town to grab a few things. She asked if you waned to go with, but you opted out, stating that you wanted to go swimming in the backyard while you had a little alone time from the boys. She laughed and nodded her head, “Oh, I feel you there. Text me if you think of anything you need from the store!”

You said you would and then ran upstairs to change into your bathing suit and then headed into the backyard with a towel. You spent quite a bit of time out there, you honestly lost track of time. You had planned on returning inside to heat up your attempt at tea but before you knew it, the boys pulled up and piled out of the golf cart. Dom headed inside but all of the boys stopped and stared at you as you leaned against the other side of the pool, your feet swishing in and out of the water. “This is her idea of laying low?” Sam muttered under his breath, shaking his head at how obviously flustered Tom had become. So much so that Harry seemed to notice. He waved a hand in front of Tom’s face before laughing hysterically at his shocked reaction. “Oh mate, you were so caught!” He laughed before stripping off his shirt and shoes and running towards the pool. You happened to hear the front door close behind Dom, causing you to turn around just in time to see Harry come flying into the pool. His splash was huge and totally drenched you, and when he came back up he swam at you and started chasing you around the pool. From a distance, Sam and Tom could hear your hollers of laughter and fake panic as you two goofed around in the water. It made Sam smile, realizing just how your friendship must have been before you guys started dating, and he understood you both a little more. Sam began ushering Tom inside when they both realized that Paddy was staring shamelessly at you, blush starting to make its way up to his ears. Tom threw him over his shoulder as Sam patted him on the back, both laughing and easing the tension once again.

You and Harry splashed around in the pool and it reminded you of last summer. You two were invited to a party at a frat and he drug you along, and it ended up being such a great time with you and your friends. You longed for days like that back, and you had one again. It felt amazing. As you finally decided to pull yourself out of the pool and wrapped yourself up, Harry chased you back to the house and inside to clean yourself up. Dom laughed at the two of you and announced that lunch would be ready soon. You shouted after him as Harry pushed you upstairs, “I made tea for everyone!” And you couldn’t help but laugh at the resounding grumble from the family. You and Harry walked into his room and gathered things for your showers, and Harry hollered down that he was going to use Tom’s shower so you could both get cleaned up. Harry started up Tom’s shower head and you heard a chain of cursing. You followed him in to Tom’s room, the second time you had been in there since you got there. The first was just to ask for the wifi password, so you really hadn’t seen the room. You tried to ignore it and walk to the bathroom where Harry was fidgeting with the knobs. “I can’t figure this shit out…they got the whole system replaced!” You laughed and moved him out of the way. “This is just like mine at home, just go use yours.” You shoved him playfully and he put his hands up in surrender. “Mine’s better anyways.” And he walked out, sticking his tongue out at you the whole way. You giggled again as you closed the door behind him and got in the shower, cleaning off the chlorine from your swim.

The warm water relaxed you and you cleaned up before finally climbing out. You would have stayed in but this wasn’t even Harry’s bathroom, and you wanted lunch. You wrapped yourself in a towel and started to dry off when you heard the door knob. “Harry mate, that was a long show-“ Tom walked in and saw you wrapped in his towel and his jaw dropped to the floor. “Shit-“ He tore off in the other direction, leaving the bathroom door open and he faced away from you in his room, covering his eyes. If there wasn’t so much weird tension in the room you would have laughed at his exaggerated response, but you couldn’t manage it with what you saw outlined at the front of his pants. You gulped and shook yourself out of it, “T-Tom, it’s okay. You didn’t see anything. I’m just gonna get dressed really quick, okay?” He nodded, trying to gain control of himself but still not daring to move his hand or turn around fully. You quickly got dressed and threw your hair up in the towel before entering his room again. “I hope it’s okay if I hang on to the towel, my hair is still wet.”

“Y/N I am so sorry, I had no idea you were in there I swear. I’m not trying to be a creep I promise, I just had to piss and I thought you were Harry and I-“ you cut him off by grabbing his hand. You didn’t remember even reaching for it, just that it was suddenly in your hand. “I don’t think you are a creep, Tom. You didn’t know, and you didn’t see anything. It’s fine.” Tom smiled at you, relief spreading over his face. He finally began to laugh, and you followed suit. You both stayed like that for a moment, laughing at the shock of it all before Tom stopped and looked at you, seeming not to notice his drop in laughter and he took advantage of that. You were truly beautiful; he had never met someone like you. You were so adorable when you laughed, your eyes squeezed shut and nose crinkled up. He wondered if Harry ever kissed it when you laughed. He noticed the light dusting of freckles across your face, accentuated by being out in the sun, and he wondered how he didn’t notice them sooner with how often he had been staring at your face. He thought about you in that Spiderman t-shirt, just like he had every night since he saw you in it. He wanted you to wear that again and again, and never take it off. He took this small moment as an opportunity to absorb your presence and relish in the feeling of having you with him.

He really wanted to stop himself. Maybe he could have if you hadn’t stopped laughing, and if you weren’t now staring right back at him. He wanted to run the other way, drop to Harry’s feet and apologize for even thinking about you, but he didn’t. Instead he walked right up to you and grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you, long and sweet before you pulled away from him. And there was no going back from that.

You jumped back and held your hand over your mouth, eyes wide. You stared at him for one beat as he muttered, “Y/N, oh my god…I’m so-“ and you were gone. Running to Harry’s room and closing the door, backing away from it in horror. You backed up until your knees hit the bed and you fell, landing on your butt and your towel holding your hair fell off in the process, yet never taking your eyes off the door. This was bad, so very bad. What was that? What am I going to do? I have to tell Harry…it doesn’t matter how that felt.

You held onto the doorknob for just a little too long before finally opening it just a crack, making sure that Tom wasn’t outside waiting for you. He wasn’t, and you assumed he hadn’t even left his room yet. He did, however, when he saw your figure go bolting past his open door to the stairs and he tried to run out after you. You made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs with Tom right behind you when you heard conversation coming from the kitchen. You heard your name and peeked around the corner, able to see just Harry and Paddy, and Nikki’s shoulder.

Tom stopped abruptly behind you, unsure why you suddenly stopped, before he picked up on the conversation. He wished he had pulled you away or covered your ears, wished he knew where this was headed. “Paddy, shut up. You don’t know what you are talking about.” You heard Harry say, laughing at him. “Why can’t I date her then?” Nikki tsked him, busy working with something on the counter. “Paddy, stop that. Jealousy is an ugly emotion.”

Without skipping a beat, Paddy shouted, “Why, you don’t even like her! You don’t even want her here, you said it yourself that you only brought her here because she has a shit mom.”

The rest of the conversation faded from you, you watched as Nikki turned around and started to yell at Paddy when she saw you and everyone heard you let out a choked gasp. You lost all the air from your lungs and saw blurry forms of Harry’s figure running to you and Tom holding you up. You felt Harry’s hands on your arms, and you pushed him off before running out the front door. You didn’t stop running, you heard Harry’s yells and saw Tom holding him back in the doorway, watching you go. You didn’t stop running for what seemed like ages, cycling between exhaustion from running and exhaustion from crying. You couldn’t tell which was worse anymore, but didn’t stop either until you made it all the way to the end of the neighborhood where the golf course started, and you ran until you landed in the middle of a sandy spot with a tree. You collapsed, your body unable to keep up with your brain and how busy it was. You laid there for a while, tears falling from your eyes as your thoughts ran through you.

Of course that’s why he still brought you. You two were fighting had been fighting since the moment you started dating, but he still brought you. Your suspicions were right all along. Harry didn’t like you, he just felt bad for you. Figures, how could he not. In comparison, his life was made. You were just some girl he took pity on, no family, no money. He told his whole family that he didn’t want you there, that is answer enough. And what about Tom…your chest hurt just thinking about him. You had no clue what was going on, but you wanted nothing to do with it.

As you sat in your thoughts for a while, you heard the familiar sound of a golf cart riding around. You looked up and saw Dominic sitting alone on the seat, pulling up towards you. He stopped the buggy and looked at you, trying to find the right words. “I figured you would be out here, it’s a nice place to go to be alone for a while. I’m sure you must be cold,” he climbed out of the cart and brought over a big sweatshirt to you. You accepted it, completely forgetting your hair was wet and you were only in shorts and a t-shirt. He sat down in front of you in the sand and continued, “I’m sorry about my sons, y/n. There isn’t an excuse for their behavior, and I am truly embarrassed about the way they handled that interaction. They aren’t the best with words, they clearly get that from their old man.” He laughed, hands awkwardly presenting himself in the moment and it made you laugh as well. “That is usually Nikki’s job, but she opted out so she could spend some time laying into the boys back home.” You slipped the sweatshirt on and it warmed you up immediately. You knew it to be one of Tom’s, making your heart hurt in a different way. Dom also pulled out your phone and handed it to you, “In case you aren’t ready to come back with me, I wanted you to be able to call Nikki or I to come and get you to bring you home.”

You paused for a moment, considering your options. You didn’t want to be rude, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “Thank you, for this. And thank you so much for inviting me into your home, you have an amazing family…” your throat tensed up at the word, it felt almost a mockery, “but I think I would like to go back to my home.” Dom nodded in understanding, and stood up, holding out his hand to help you do the same. You accepted it and followed him back to the cart. As he started the buggy up again, he said, “I completely understand your decision, and I can’t blame you. But I really hope you know that you don’t have to leave, we would love for you to stay if you wanted to.”

You sighed and looked down, understanding this wasn’t coming from a place of pressure, more of a place of caring. You never really had that from a father figure, and it felt nice to have some reassurance. If only it had come at a different time. “Thank you, Dom. I think I need to be alone for a while and think things over. I really appreciate that, though.” The rest of the ride was silent, and you glanced down at your phone to see multiple missed messages and calls from both Harry, Sam, and Tom. You turned your phone over, not bothering to read them right now.

Dominic pulled back up to the house and you sat completely still, not wanting to face your fears and go inside. As if he could read your thoughts, Dom said, “I can run in and have Nikki grab your things if you want, I just-“ you cut him off by shaking your head. “I don’t mind, I will just be in and out. If it is possible to have someone drive me to the airport, that would be great.” He nodded again and offered, “I will whenever you are ready.”

You climbed off the buggy and started to walk towards the house. As you got closer, the door swung open and out ran a weeping Paddy who ran to you and wrapped his arms around you. You had a hard time understanding him through his sobs, but you could make out, “so sorry” and “my fault” and “please don’t leave”. You knelt down and gave him a proper hug before mumbling, “It isn’t your fault, Paddy. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place, thank you for the apology though.” After a moment lingered too long, Paddy finally let go and wiped his eyes, but stepped back to allow you to go inside. You did so, walking in to see Tom sitting and staring at the door, jumping up when you walked in. You walked right past him, too dazed to have any conversation with him. You walked silently all the way up to the room you had been staying in and inside was Harry, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. When you walked in, he didn’t move an inch but sniffled loudly, trying to keep himself under control. “Y/N…”

You moved past him and grabbed your things and threw them into your suitcase. As you closed it and turned around towards the door, he grabbed your arm and tried to pull you. You yanked your hand back and turned around to give him one last sentence before you left. He stared at you and his voice cracked, unable to form a sentence to keep you there. He dropped his arm, defeated, and you walked out of the room and back down the steps. Tom was noticeably more distant than before, staring at you with tears streaming down his face. You tried to ignore him and walk towards Nikki at the front door who wrapped you in her arms as tightly as she could before kissing your cheek and saying, “I don’t blame you, I would have done the same thing. Please don’t forget what I said at the bakery, I meant it.” And she gave you one final squeeze before moving back and letting you have free reign. Outside consoling Paddy, Sam looked up at you and reached for your hand, and you weren’t sure why but you took it. He walked you back to the car over the loud sounds of Paddy still crying mixing with your heart beating. You climbed in the car and Sam went in behind you and closed the door. The last thing you saw as Dom drove you away was Harry and Tom both standing at the front door watching you go.

It had been a week and a half since you returned home from south west London. It had been, without a doubt one of the craziest trips you had ever experienced, and more than anything else, it had been heart wrenching. You had a million emotions, some you completely swallowed, others you sobbed out over a couple of nights with ice cream and movies to keep you comforted. You eventually went through the texts you got, a whole mess of jumbled panic and apologies from them both. From Harry:

“Y/N I am so sorry.”

“I don’t expect you to listen to me, I am such an idiot, but I swear I didn’t say that the way Paddy told it.”

“Please come back inside”

“Please don’t leave me”

“I’m so sorry”

In the mix of those you had six missed calls from him. From Tom:

“I am so sorry that happened, Y/N”

“Please tell me you are okay I’m so worried”

“Just answer your phone, let me know you are okay”

“I’m such a shithead for making things more complicated for you, I’m so sorry”

“I care about you so much”

“We all do, please come home”

And in the mix of those there were eight missed calls.

You blocked their numbers, you really just needed some space. Nothing made sense other than your sadness, so you chose to live in that for the time being. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, see anyone, feel anything.

You called Nikki when you landed, just as she requested, and she has called a few times since to check on you, but you could tell she was trying her best to give you space. Sam on the other hand called you at least once every couple of days to check on you, and you answered every time. This time was no different than the others, he was facetiming you and you answered on the second ring.

“Hey y/n.”

“Hey Sam.” You smiled at him even though he knew it was fake, formalities and all that. His eyebrows quirked and he asked, “Is that Tom’s pullover again?” You looked down at the sweatshirt that clung to you and nodded helplessly. You couldn’t bring yourself to take it off, it still smelled like him and brought you back to standing in his room, kissing him. Sam tried to move past it, asking you about how you had been, the weather, and your plans for the day. You had been okay, you lied. The weather was fine, you lied, you hadn’t even looked outside the window. Your plans for the day, movies and ice cream, not a lie. You didn’t return any of the questions, knowing he would tell you anyways and you didn’t have the energy. “Today was…interesting. Tom uh, Tom shared what happened, with everyone.” You looked down, not able to look at Sam despite it being through a phone. “Things got a little heated, but I think it was best he told the truth. Our golf game after was unbelievably competitive.” You laughed at that, probably the first genuine laugh you’d had in several days. “Sam…” you managed, “I didn’t kiss him. I don’t know what he said but-“

“He told us, already. I didn’t think you had in the first place, but he said he initiated it and that you ran to tell Harry. I wouldn’t have pegged you to do anything different, you are a good person.”

You fell silent for a moment before saying, “And Tom?”

“Well Tom is pretty shit of a person right now, huh?” You laughed again, composing yourself and adding, “How is he?” Sam looked up for a moment before looking back at his phone. “He’s okay. Harry almost gave him a black eye, but we are dealing with it. They are both going to get over it in due time…” he looked up again and you wondered what he was looking at. Out of nowhere you heard a knock at your door. “Speaking of due time!” Sam said over the phone and laughed. You looked at him, shocked and confused, begging for it to not be who you thought it was. “Don’t hate me?” Sam asked, grinning ear to ear. “You can’t hate all the Holland’s!” He shouted before you hung up the phone and stared at the door. Another knock came a few seconds later, a little louder than the first. You waddled over to the door and slowly opened it to see Harry standing there. You sighed and he audibly gasped before he could control it. “I really didn’t think you would answer the door.”

“It doesn’t matter, you have a key.” You turned around and walked back into your dorm and sat down on your couch. He followed you in and closed the door behind himself. You looked at him expectantly, and he swallowed before he began. “You have every reason not to let me, but please let me get all of this off of my chest.” You stayed quiet and took a sip of your hot chocolate. “First off, y/n, I am so sorry. I was such a dick to you, not just with my family, but the entire time we dated. To be honest, I don’t know what made me think I could treat you like that, I think I was just nervous and didn’t know how to navigate a relationship with someone who I was so scared of losing. I felt like if I fucked it up I could never get you back, so I didn’t want to let things get too far. It was a defense mechanism, but more importantly it was stupid. I should have never put you on a plane to meet my family if the relationship was going downhill, there was no way that could have ended well and that is my fault entirely. Both the trip and the uh, the downhill.” He paused to see if you would let him continue, and you nodded, signaling him to keep going.

“Second, I know that what Paddy said sounded bad. Really bad, in fact. But I swear to you, on everything I own and have ever loved, that I didn’t mean that. I told the boys that I hurt your feelings before we got there and that I never fixed it. Tom asked why I chose to bring you and I said because I would have brought you even if we weren’t together, and I stand by that. You are my best friend in the whole world and having you meet my family would have been a priority of mine regardless, it just happened at such a weird time. I also knew that since I was going to be in London you would have just spent your holidays alone, and you don’t deserve to ever be alone like that again. I did tell the boys about your mom, probably in a lapse of judgment, as it wasn’t my information to tell. I am sorry for that, too.” A tear fell from your eye, but you chose to stay strong and wiped it away. You could see the hurt on Harry’s face watching that happen, but he stayed where he sat.

“You have no reason to, and nobody could blame you if you don’t want to, but I couldn’t let go of this friendship without at least fighting for you. Maybe we shouldn’t have dated, and maybe we both knew it, but I do love you, and your friendship means everything to me. I know you probably need space, but please don’t leave me. I don’t remember the me I was before we became friends, and I think that is for the best. You make me a better person, keep me accountable, and make me laugh so goddamn hard, and I know I put us on the line over and over again, but I don’t want to lose you.”

The tears were now spilling down his face unabashedly, and he moved to wipe them. You were crying too, relief filling you to the brim for the first time since you left for London, and it felt so much better. You watched as Harry reached for your hand and awaited your response. You took your time to compose yourself before beginning, “Harry, you are my best friend too, and I am really glad you came here today, but you have to understand that I am still hurting. You hurt my feelings, made me feel small and like I didn’t matter to you. I want to believe that you didn’t mean it, and that everything will be better, but I need time to recover, and I need us to work on this. Our friendship is my favorite thing I own, but we need to do some major rebuilding. I am willing to try if you are.” Harry was feverishly nodding his head; his hand being received in between your own and you sat together and cried. “I love you, y/n. You are my best friend.” You sniffled and reached out to hug him, “I love you too, and you are mine. Let’s not ruin our friendship again, yeah?” You laughed and he chuckled, squeezing you so tight it was difficult to breathe.

“Harry, I just got off the phone with Sam. He told me that Tom told you everything that happened, and I need to be honest on my side of everything as well. He told me that you almost gave Tom a black eye…” Harry pulled back and laughed, wiping away tears that had started to dry on his face. “And that would bring us to my third point. Don’t worry, I didn’t give Tom a black eye. We just told Sam to tell you that so it would throw you off when we came today. Plus, who could ever raise a fist to that guy, have you seen his arms?” You giggled, already feeling at ease again. “Yeah, I won’t lie, that shit hurt. I felt betrayed, but it didn’t surprise me honestly. You and him are really similar, very ‘lovey-dovey’ and all that bullshit.” You both broke for laughter again before he continued. “I probably should have spent the time I wasted dragging you around setting the two of you up. I know that he started it, and that is something he and I are currently working through, but it doesn’t really have anything to do with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you are in the middle of it. I mean it when I say I want you two to figure out whatever all of this is.” He gestured at the sweatshirt you were wearing, and heat crawled up your cheeks. You stood up and hugged one another, tight. You were so grateful you had your best friend back, with cautious optimism and new boundaries in place moving forward. It took you just a moment to remember before you pulled away from the hug. “Wait, Harry. Did you say when we came today?” You stared at him puzzled and he let out another laugh. “Yeah…about that, you are probably just on time. I may have called two ubers and gave him the one with the older driver so I could beat him here and give you my speech first.” He chuckled awkwardly before you both heard a knock on the door. You stared at the door, suddenly much more nervous then you were when Harry walked in.

You walked slowly to the door and turned around to glance at Harry who nodded in the direction of the door and you opened it. The second your eyes met, Tom walked at you and wrapped his arms around you. “It’s so good to see you, y/n.” You hugged him back instantly, letting him meld against you. When you two finally let go, Harry made an obnoxious throat clearing sound that made you laugh. “Well I am going to let you guys talk this out alone. I will be in the lobby, come down when you guys are ready to go get something to eat, yeah?” He walked past the two of you and he patted Tom on the back before slipping out and closing the door behind him. Tom pulled you into another hug and you embraced it, snuggling into his arms before he pulled you back and looked into your eyes. You could tell he wanted to kiss you but didn’t want to push things too far, so you leaned up and did it for him. You connected your lips to his soft ones and you threw your arms around his neck while you remained interlocked for a while. Once you pulled away to breathe, he took the opportunity to rest his forehead against yours. “Wait, I actually had things to say.” You laughed and looked up into his eyes. “I’m really sorry that I put you in such a horrible position, y/n. I would say I couldn’t help myself, or that you were too amazing to leave alone, but there isn’t an excuse for my selfishness. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to respect you and my brother the way you deserved. But I do know that I want to spend as much time as I can making up for that. I-I really like you, y/n. I know we just met, and I’ve only known you for a few days, but the little I have gotten to experience has me so intrigued for more. With Harry’s blessing, somehow, I would really like to give this a go with you, if you’d have me.”

You smiled from ear to ear and nodded, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “I really like you too, Tom. I would love to figure out what this is, little by little. I just had a confusing week or so, and I still need time to heal from everything. If you are patient with me, I would love to see where this goes.” It was Tom’s turn to nod quickly, listening to you so intently you felt like he was absorbing you. “Yes, absolutely, whatever you need.”

The two of you stayed like that for some time before you finally broke the kiss that you found yourself entangled in. “Right now, I need some lunch because I just ran out of ice cream.” Tom laughed and took your hand. You opened the front door and Tom followed you out and down the steps towards the lobby. “Is that my pullover?” He mumbled, tugging on the material as you walked. “Yes, and I should probably wash it now that I don’t have to worry about preserving your smell.” You answered and crinkled your nose at your creepy remark. That made Tom laugh even harder before he kissed you right on that spot on your nose that he had been wanting to.

You made it into the lobby and Harry stood up expectantly. “So where are we headed for lunch, guys? It’s on the big movie star!” You giggled as Tom shoved Harry and you all headed out the door. This wasn’t certain, but it seemed right for now, and that was all you could have hoped for. It turns out that Nikki was right, you did end up finding a family after all.

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The Only Spidey I Need

A/N: Hello! This is my first writing of any kind, I hope you like it!!! Feel free to like or reblog!

Warnings: SMUT...and a lot of it lol

“Peter, do not use this unless it is for a mission. Do you understand?” Tony looks at Peter dead in the eyes as he handed over the object. “And under no circumstances should it be used without my knowledge.” Peter nodded and grasped the small machine in his hands. Tony and Dr. Strange had been working on this for months, finalizing the tool with much secrecy until this moment. Peter knew more or less what it was, a portal between universes. But as to how to use it... “Mr. Stark, how do I use it?” Dr. Strange came up from behind Tony, speaking for the first time this whole interaction. “Tony and I created this device to be worn along with your suit, much like a watch. You press this button,” he tapped the side of the watch and a whole expanse of options came up, “and select a time or place and whether you are coming or going. I cannot stress enough that you need not use this, I almost want to just keep it here...” he grumbled, more so to Tony than to Peter. “I-I’ll keep it safe. I promise.” Peter nodded, smiling and scrolling through his options. Dr. Strange buried his face in his hands as Peter walked out of the room, eyeing Tony. “Do you really think this is a good idea?” Tony smirked, “The kid won’t drink water without my permission, Stephen. It will be fine.”

Peter finally made it home, swinging to the fire escape attached to the apartment he shared with you, and climbed in through the window you always left cracked for him. As he landed, he removed his mask and searched for you, hearing you in the living room watching television. He made his way into the room and saw you, sitting on the couch in one of his shirts, turning your head and smiling at him. “Hi, Pete!” He walked over and kissed you, long and sweet, before pulling away and kissing your forehead. “Hey, y/n.”

He walked towards the kitchen, smelling that you had made dinner. Broccoli and rice, your favorite. “That smells delicious, babe. Can I have some?” You smiled as you got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. “Of course, love. Why don’t I make you a plate and you can go get changed.” He smiled and nodded, kissing you once again before exiting towards your bedroom.

You two had been together for three years now, and sharing this apartment for one of those years and a few months. You loved it, and you loved him. You couldn’t imagine life any other way then spending it with him. You smiled to yourself as you prepared him a plate, thinking about your sweet and loving boyfriend. But something had been on your mind. You had been thinking a lot about your sex life with Peter. Nothing bad, in fact the opposite. He was sweet and tender, but could also be domineering and aggressive. It all depended on what the moment called for, and you couldn’t get enough of it. However you had this one fantasy-

“Thank you baby!” He walked back up to you, slinking his arms around your waist to grab at the plate you had made him, before kissing your neck for a moment. You laughed, his hair tickling your jaw as he finally released you and walked towards the couch. “How was your day?” He asked, and you followed suit, grabbing the glass of water you had poured for him and sitting down next to him on the couch. You recounted your day, telling tales of stupid coworkers and your best friend’s silly antics that had kept you laughing for the majority of the day. Peter smiled and told you of his, the mission they had finally finished, how he got to train with Natasha for the first time today, and how tough she is on him. “Also, Mr. Stark made me something so cool, I can’t wait to show you!” He grinned ear to ear, he adored his mentor, and you knew it. Every time he even mentioned him his whole face lit up. “I can’t wait to see it!” You giggled in response.

The conversation died down for a bit, Peter gobbling up dinner in a comfortable silence. “Hey, Peter?” You asked, almost immediately regretting speaking up. He looked up at you, eyes reading your face expectantly. “Yes, love?” You smiled, nervous. “I um, I’ve been thinking. I don’t really know how to say it, but it’s been on my mind a lot lately...” You trail off, not making eye contact with Peter for fear of chickening out. You heard his plate settle on the table before he moved across the couch to you. “What is it?” He asked, concern filling his voice.

“It’s nothing bad!” You state, easing his worries, and you swallow before continuing, “well I’ve just been thinking about, maybe spicing things up a bit. I thought...well I-I have been thinking about a foursome.” You stared at the couch intensely, not daring to look up. “B-but the problem is, I don’t even know with who...” you finally looked up, trying to read Peter’s face. “Did you have any one in mind?” He asked, his voice hiding something. You knew it would be too much, you shouldn’t have said anything. You never wanted to make Peter feeling inferior, or that he wasn’t good enough. “N-no, not at all. I don’t even think it would be all that great honestly, just a passing thought.” You started brushing the topic off, chalking it up to a loss and moving on. “Besides, I would never want to be taken by anyone but Spider-Man.” You grin, kissing his lips. He eases into the kiss, body melting from what you could only assume was relaxation. Yeah, bad idea.

The night went on without a hitch, the topic not coming up at all as you both skirted the issue at hand and continued with your night. Before you knew it, it was late, and you were tired. You yawned from the spot your were curled up against Peter’s side and he smiled at you. “Time for bed?” He asked, standing up from the couch and picking you up in one swift motion, making you giggle and snuggle into his arms. “Mmhmm...” you mumble against his chest as he carried you to your bedroom and laid you down. After he undressed you both, he laid down next to you and let you snuggle up into him.

As you slowly drifted off, Peter lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Your honesty rolling around in his head. He got incredibly hot thinking about it again, finally able to release his emotions without scaring you off. The thought of bringing someone else in, well, he felt overwhelmed by the idea. It turned him on so suddenly he was scared you would get freaked out and bail. He toyed around with the idea in his head, trying to think of all the people he knew. Cap? Bucky? No way, not even opening the door to that, hating to compare himself to them. Natasha? He liked the idea, but wasn’t sure she would be game. After all, you two were kids compared to them. He struggled to think of people in your age bracket when his head fell to the side, seeing the watch sitting on the nightstand. He had honestly forgotten about it, his mind so full of lustful thoughts of you. Suddenly, your words rang through his head like a symphony, “I would never want to be taken by anyone but Spider-Man.”

The next morning when he woke up, you stayed asleep for a few more hours. He figured you would, you both had been up late but he needed a head start. He was going to have a very busy day ahead of him. He got out of the bed and put his suit on before grabbing the watch and toying with it again. He had a second thought about it, deeply considering turning it off. After all, Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange were VERY clear. He never wanted to disobey or disappoint Mr. Stark. But his eyes moved over to your half naked sleeping form and he grinned. How could he ever say no to that. He spun through the list of places before landing on New York City, year 2099, and selected it as the destination he was going to. After all of the shenanigans of what the Avengers has started referring to as “Spidergeddon”, Peter had lots of time spent with a variety of Spiders. Miguel seemed like the perfect place to start, so he pressed the button and like that, he was gone in a flash.

You awoke around 11:00 that morning stirring and reaching for Peter, who wasn’t there. It wasn’t a rarity, however you were glad it wasn’t common. You cherished the time you could spend with him. Even though you didn’t find Peter, you did find a note.

“Hey love, had to head out early for a mission. Will be gone most of the day, wait up for me? xx”

You knew exactly what that meant, and your mind started swimming with whatever little lacey piece your were going to put on tonight. You were so looking forward to it, you mostly forgot about the events of last night as you got out of your bed and started to get ready for your day. You were so eager, the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind that Peter told you last night the team had finished their mission.

You finally returned from work late that evening, much later than you expected, and you walked to the door. Your head spun with your responsibilities for the evening: the dishes, dinner, some mild cleaning before Peter made it home. But as you unlocked the door and stepped in, all of that slipped away as you heard chatter coming from just outside of your vision in the living room. You checked the time, confused as to how Peter beat you here and why he would bring guests home. Your instincts kicked in and you pulled your mace out from your purse that Peter bought you, constantly making sure you were stocked up on all self defense tools. You stalked towards the living room before Peter’s head poked around the corner and smiled at you. “Hey babe!”

You sighed in relief as you returned your mace and hugged his neck, scanning the room and realizing your first thought was correct. In the living room sat four people you had never seen before. A guy, Hispanic looking, with longer brown hair tucked behind his ears, sitting on the sofa. Next to him a younger looking guy, dark bushy hair, and a sweet smile. On the chair, a girl with short blonde hair that framed the side of her face extremely well, and finally...your eyes couldn’t process what they were seeing. Peter? But no. You were holding Peter. This guy was a complete replica of the Peter you know and love, but...blonde?

You took a step back and stared at your own Peter, confusion clearly showing on your face as Peter laughed and took your hand. “Y/N, I want to introduce you to some of my friends.” He began gesturing at each of them, impressively in the order you noticed them. “This is Miguel, Miles, Gwen, and Ben.” You watched as each of them smiled to acknowledge their name. You nodded at them, eyes still trained on Ben.

As Peter began talking you slowly pulled your eyes away from the man to look at him. “Love these, well, these are all Spider-Man.” As soon as he said it, it clicked. You knew of them, sure. Peter had come home about a year back from a particularly lengthy mission. He told you of a “multiverse”, a wide expanse of places and times similar to our own, and they were being threatened. “All the Spiders are so cool, babe!” You recall him excitedly telling you about each of them, recognizing them sitting in front of you now.

You smile at them, confusion starting to settle, though you couldn’t quite get past Ben. “Well, it’s really nice to meet you all. I uhm, I didn’t know we would be having guests, I didn’t really prepare anything-“ Peter hushed you and brought a bag of take out food from behind the chair, before proudly handing it over to you. You smiled gratefully, having almost no desire to cook for yourself, let alone all these people. You take the bag and sit down in the other chair adjacent to the couch, and opened your food.

“So, I remember Peter telling me a little about you all. What are your universes like?” You glance at Peter, checking to see if you got the term right, this was all so foreign to you. He nodded and gave you the validation you were looking for, so you looked back at the others as they, one by one, started explaining their worlds. Presidents, wars, their families, school. They laughed and piggy backed off of each other’s stories, clearly they all get along extremely well. You notice when Gwen speaks of her universe, her gestures and way of speaking is mesmerizing. You wouldn’t admit it, but her intellect and charming attitude had you hooked from the beginning.

Finally Ben explained himself, stating he was created as a clone by The Jackal, a villain you had never heard Peter speak of before. You were entranced, it all sounded so crazy, and yet, there they were. All sitting in your living room. This whole time you had assumed they were here to help Peter and the team with their mission, but suddenly you remember Peter’s excited statement that they had finished. “So uh, what are you all doing in this dimension?” You look around the room as each of their faces turn to Peter. Something unrecognizable was on all of their faces, something you noticed all along as they told you their stories, but definitely something you couldn’t place. Everyone is staring at Peter, except for Ben. His eyes stayed on you, a note that made you blush and turn towards Peter as well.

“Well I asked them here, babe. I figured they could offer a little bit of help into what we had talked about last night...if you are okay with it, that is.” Your brain travelled back to your conversation the night before, trying to pull on what Peter was getting at until it finally hit. And boy, did it hit. Your face burned a dark crimson as your eyes suddenly met each person in the room individually. You couldn’t get any words out, now realizing the look they each held the whole time, lust.

“P-Pete, I-I don’t understand, I-“ he cut you off, pulling you close and sitting you down in the chair with him. “You told me last night you wanted this, you wanted them. You said,” and he got dangerously close to the shell of your ear before growling, “you didn’t want to be taken by anyone but Spider-Man.”

Your eyes rolled back and closed at the contact, senses beginning to overload. You had no idea that Peter wanted this, he seemed against it as far as you could tell. Your brain was racking trying to catch up to speed with what exactly was taking place around you when you finally opened your eyes and caught Miguel’s dark ones. Pupils dilated. You unintentionally let out a whimper and stare back at him, seeing him rock forward just enough, eagerness spilling over into his movements. You can’t even begin to break your gaze away, as Peter finally speaks. “This is for you, love. They are all here for you,” his hand slipped up and down your thigh, giving you goosebumps and you shivered in response, “you can do whatever you please love, they all know what you like and don’t like. They are ready for you.”

Your breath caught at the last sentence, as Miguel stood up and sauntered over to you, reaching out his hand. “Peter, if it’s okay...” he stated and Peter nodded in response, releasing his grip on you. “Go ahead.” Miguel pulled you up, incredible strength showing through. Peter hardly ever used his super strength on you, something you wish he would, but he refused as he was afraid to hurt you. Miguel, well, Miguel wasn’t.

He pulled you into a kiss, passionate and hungry as he held your neck with one hand and let his other hand travel your clothed body, resting at your breast as he played with it through your shirt. You moaned, much louder than you anticipated, thankful his mouth was there to swallow the sound. He finally pulled back, releasing his grip on your neck and replacing his hand in your hair. He yanked your head to the side as he licked a stripe up the side of your jugular. He began working at your sweet spot, something Peter must have told him about as he was so precise in finding it. You let out a groan, grasping at anything you could get your hands on. You pull his jacket off and let it hit the floor, opening your eyes barely to see Gwen and Miles’ hungry eyes on you. Miles’ hand had already trailed down to the bulge in his pants, palming himself through his jeans. He was staring at you, hungry, while Gwen seemed just as eager but more composed- harder to read. You glance over at Ben in the arm chair, looking at you like his next meal. His mere identical nature to Peter had you questioning and your mind was racing when you closed your eyes in pleasure as Miguel sucked a hickey particularly hard against your sweet spot.

Before you knew it, Miguel’s hands had practically ripped your shirt from your body and pulled his off of his back, revealing an extremely muscled exterior. You looked at him hungrily, body fully giving in to the idea of tonight, groaning as the dim light in the room reflected off of his tan skin. He unclasped your bra and you heard it fall to the floor, unabashedly moaning as he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, all the while working at the zipper of your pants. He successfully got them undone and thrown off of you, laying you on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and you felt it. You loved the attention, hearing moans come from Miles as he desperately pawed at his length. Needy boy. You grinned at him, gesturing that he come closer.

“No.” Miguel’s hand comes from where he was working your breast to snap your hand above your head, eliciting a moan from you and Peter. “Not until I’m done with you.” He growled out at Miles who immediately whimpered and sat back. You saw Gwen’s hand slide over to Miles as she slowly palmed him through his jeans, giving him some of the relief he was after.

You turned your attention back to Miguel as he started rubbing you through your lacy thong. You gasp out, the pressure you didn’t realize was building being put to rest, and you arched your back into the feeling. Your head falls to Peter, patiently watching you, eyes blown black with lust. You loved this, and he could see it all over you, you loved putting on a show for him. You made sure to moan extra loud as Miguel finally pushed your underwear out of the way and let his thumb fall to your clit. You gasped again, this time louder as you pushed yourself further into his touch. He leaned down, letting his lips leave your neck for the first time as he pulled your underwear off and threw it somewhere in your living room. He looked at you and smirked before leaning in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You yelp, hands immediately finding their way to his hair. The filthy sound of Miguel’s actions fill the room and you throw your head back, making eye contact with Peter again. He is now palming himself as well, unable to stay composed as Miguel devours you right in front of him.

Miguel comes up for air momentarily and grunts “look so pretty getting your pussy ate, baby. Coming undone for me in front of all these strangers...” before returning to his work, lapping at your entrance with his tongue. You whined, his words turning you on even more somehow, realizing your exact situation. You turn your head towards Miles and Gwen, licking your lips as you see Miles’ shirt is gone and his pants are pushed down. Gwen is stroking his cock with her hand, which is MUCH bigger than you anticipated, her eyes never leaving you.

You hear Miguel’s pants drop as your head starts to spin. Your stomach starts tightening into knots and you know what’s coming. Before you can even get words out, Miguel realizes it too, and he speeds his actions up, letting his fingers enter you for the first time as he pays extra attention to your clit. His fingers find your bundle of nerves and before you know it you are coming, gripping Miguel’s hair for dear life as you shout his name, falling back onto the table as he continues his movements, carrying you through your high.

His head pops up from between your legs, face covered in a mixture of spit and your juices, and it was just, well, obscene. He took his fingers from your core and led them up to your mouth, shoving two in without warning and you groaned and sucked on them, much to Miles’ dismay. He lets out the softest groan as you make eye contact with him, taking Miguel’s fingers to the back of your throat, tasting yourself the whole way. He groaned, yanking his fingers back and stroking his cock before finally pushing in at your entrance. “Not done with you yet, baby girl.” His voice was rough, clearly desperate for you.

You let out a pornographic sound as his length pushed into you inch by inch. Your dazed eyes open and see Ben studying you, watching Miguel fill you up with a need in his eyes that was similar to Peter’s yet, different somehow. Your head whipped back to Miguel as he bottomed out, resting his head on your shoulder. You both groaned loudly, sounds and feelings of ecstasy mixing with each other. “P-please Miguel...” you choke out, desperate for him to make you feel everything. His eyes stare up at you, and he watches your face contort as he pulls out and slams back into you.

The movement made you feel dizzy and on fire as you grip at his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. “Look at her, Peter.” Ben grumbled from his spot next to your boyfriend. “Fucking stunning.” You moan at the praise, something that does not go unnoticed by the whole room, and Peter grins. “That’s my girl.”

Miguel is moving at an unbelievable speed, pounding into you relentlessly as he says “you hear that baby? Ben thinks you look real good taking my cock. You like putting on a show for all these people?” All you can do is moan in response, and you are seeing stars as Miguel’s hand makes contact with your cheek. The slap echoes through the room and his hand moves to your throat. “Think I asked you a question, slut. You like taking my dick for all these people to enjoy?”

“Y-yes! I love it!” You yell out, his hand on your throat intensifying every feeling he was giving you. “Good girl.” He grinned, grabbing your leg to throw over his shoulder, fucking you at a different angle that had you hurdling towards your next orgasm. Your head fell back and your eyes connected with Peter, desire taking up every inch of his face. “Take her Miguel. She’s there. Finish her.” He grunts out, and Miguel drops his thumb back to your clit in response. The sensation of the rough pad on your clit and how unbelievably deep he was in you, added to Peter’s commands threw you overboard. “Ask me, y/n. Ask me to let you cum. Beg me.” His hand moved from your clit back to your neck and you manage “p-please Miguel... I-I need it, need to cum all over your cock...”

He looks up at the room and mutters, “what do you think? Think she’s been good enough to cum?” Ben moans out, “Fuck yes.” Quickly followed by whimpers from Miles and a soft but steady, “Let her cum.” From Gwen. You stared up at Miguel, eyes pleading and finally he spits, “cum for me slut.” And you go overboard. Explosions behind your eyelids as your head flings back to the table, fingernails leaving red marks down Miguel’s back as you scream his name once more. Your walls clench his length and he groans into your neck. “Think you deserve my cum?” You hear him say as you return to reality after your high. You nod enthusiastically, pleas beginning to fall from your lips. “Please Miguel, need your cum, fill me up, p-please!” You shout as he finally lets go deep inside of you. He groans out your name as he stills and finally pulls out. He takes one of his fingers and pushes it into your core, causing you to groan from overstimulation and he shoves it back into your mouth. “Thought you might like to have some.” He grins, you eagerly sucking the mixture of your juices and his cum off of his fingers. “Who’s next?” He chuckles, collapsing onto the end of the couch no longer being taken up by Gwen. Instead she is standing, pulling Miles to his feet and staring at you. “Us.”

Your eyes go wide, realization setting in. “B-both?” You mumble out, vision fully returning as the thought of the two of them returned the heat to your core immediately. “Yes baby, think you can handle us both?” She grins, leaning over you to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. She already knew the power she had over you, and clearly over Miles as well as he followed suit, careful not to intrude in her way while still running his hands over your thighs. The feeling caused you to shiver and Gwen’s head snapped up. “Didn’t say you could touch yet, Miles.” His hands flew off of you and fell at his sides, eyes longing to feel every part of you.

“Good boy.” She muttered, returning her attention back to you. You finally responded, “please, I n-need you both. Please.” Your begs fell off of your lips, stuttering and coming out as a whine more than anything. “You sound so pathetic. Just got filled to the brim with Miguel’s cum and you can’t even be satisfied? What more do you want baby?” Her words were like honey, she spoke so smoothly yet her tone was dark. “Y-you.” Gwen grinned, running her hands up and down your stomach. “Oh you can have me, if- you take care of him first.” She motioned to Miles.

His face was so focused, trying desperately to be good for Gwen, but his eyes couldn’t help but light up as her words fell. “Gwen...may I?” She nodded, and he went to work. His hands roaming all over you, needy fingers running up and down your frame, before two settle at your nipple. They flick at the bulb, getting hardened by the attention. You let another moan fall from your lips, feeling Miles work but unable to take your eyes off of Gwen. Miles climbs over you and you see his whole length come into contact with your cheek. He looked to her for approval and she nods, pulling your mouth open with her hand and he quickly shoved his dick in, causing you to choke. He pulled out and Gwen slapped his ass. “Back in.” He obliges, pushing past your lips and quickly hitting the back of your throat.

Miles’ length was so big you couldn’t take it all in your mouth, but you quickly went to work. Eager to hear the whimpers fall from his mouth and to please Gwen. Your work doesn’t go unnoticed as Peter speaks up for the first time in a while, “you look so pretty angel. You’re doing so good.” You hum in response, sucking on Miles’ cock so harshly you almost couldn’t breathe. He let out all sorts of obscene sounds, hips helplessly bucking towards your mouth. “Good boy, now off.” He obliges once again, no complaints though his eyes show disappointment. “You will get to fuck her Miles, but I think she finally deserves me.” Gwen smirks as you desperately stare up at her from the table. “Get her up, lay her on the couch.” Miles does so, lifting you up with ease and laying you down onto the couch, head lying on Miguel’s thigh. You look up at him, memories of earlier come rushing back as he winks down at you. Your attention is pulled back to between your legs where Miles is currently settled, awaiting his next instruction.

Gwen walks over and kisses him deeply for a moment before pulling away. “Such a good boy for me.” She finally lets her hands settle at the bottom of her shirt before pulling it over her head and letting her skirt and panties fall to the floor. You take in her beautiful figure, she looks so delicious. She seems to read your mind as she walks over to your spot on the couch. She kisses Miguel who eagerly returns it, before she positions herself over your face. She is facing Miles, and you can see her soaking wet core inches above you. You feel hungry, and you fight from straining up to reach her. “You’ve been very good for me too, y/n. Think you deserve to take me now, baby.” The last thing you see as she lowers herself down is Peter and Ben simultaneously licking their lips, and she finally pushes herself down.

You hungrily lick a stripe up her folds and let your hands hold her thighs close to you. She hums softly, throwing her head back as she feels you flick your tongue against her clit. After your wet, slurping sounds echo in the room for sometime, mixing with the sweet sounds of Gwen’s moans, she finally speaks up. “Miles. Fuck her.” You find yourself impressed with how stable she sounded considering you could feel her coming apart on your tongue. With each swipe of your tongue she clenched and shivered around you, but the feeling of awe was quickly replaced as Miles pushed his entire length into you. You choked out a moan as he filled you up completely, way more than you thought possible. Gwen noticed you stopping and pushed herself back down, forcing your tongue back out to keep at your work.

You loved it, face buried deep in her heat, juices spilling around you as Miles stretched you open so beautifully, it was all so much. Your senses began to go overboard as Miles fucked up into you, desperately chasing his high. You felt his grip on your thighs tighten as you squeeze his cock inside you. Gwen was so wet, so warm and tight around your tongue that you fucked in and out of her, desperate. Miguel leaned over, taking one of Gwen’s nipples into his mouth and one of yours in between his fingers. He rolled the bud around and you couldn’t help but moan simultaneously as Gwen did, the vibrations through your tongue sending her closer and closer.

Gwen cried out, seeing her pet fuck you as you wildly lapped at her, she was so close. You could tell Miles was too, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his voice breaking with each beg flooding from his lips. “G-Gwen please...p-please I-I need to...” you felt Gwen quiver as she spat “you will cum when I do, Miles.” You were so desperate for both of their releases that you stretched up just enough to reach your tongue to her ass, fingers moving to her clit, and Gwen came undone as you tongue fucked her. “Y/n!” She shouted your name and you felt her walls start to clench as you returned to her core to lap up at all the cum she was giving you, “C-cum for me Miles. Fill her up.” It took him no time at all, his stamina and self control impressive as he finally releases his load inside of you, cock twitching as he pounded into you mercilessly, tossing you over the edge with him. “Miles!” You shouted against Gwen’s swollen core. You tightened your walls around his throbbing cock as you came, sending him into a frenzy of incoherent babbles and thanks spilling out to Gwen, who clearly reveled in it. You weakly lapped at her with each wave of your intense orgasm, before finally letting your head fall back in defeat. Gwen climbed off of you and bent down, taking your lips in a deep passionate kiss. She stood back up and leaned to Miles, “You’re welcome, baby.” As she kissed him he groaned, tasting her on her tongue from your shared kiss.

You felt weak, your whole body shuddering from overstimulation, and all you could do from your collapsed state was stare at your sweet, loving boyfriend Peter. Your vision remained fuzzy as Ben stood up and walked over to you. “Think you have a little bit left for me, baby?” You sighed, smiling at the familiar voice ringing in your ears. “Y-yes, Peter.” You smiled before snapping out of your delusional state of mind way too late to realize your mistake. You felt Peter’s presence before you saw him, standing behind Ben, who quickly grinned. “You messed up, darling.”

Your eyes grew wide as you scrambled off of Miguel’s lap to land directly on your knees in front of Peter. “Peter...baby I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t, I was so tired I, I wasn’t even looking...” Peter’s hand came down, hard. The ringing in your ear happened before you registered your punishment. “P-Pete...” you mumbled out, voice broken as you looked a complete wreck. “No, no Pete tonight baby. You know what to call me.” He held your throat and lifted you to your feet, the first time he used his strength against you in quite some time.

“Y-yes sir...” you quietly mutter, gasping for breath as you feel his hand deliciously squeeze your throat. “Good.” He dropped you and you fell to your knees once again, eye level with both cocks. “You are gonna take my dick right now, do you hear me?” Peter grunted out as he shoved his cock in your face. “Yes sir!” You answered quickly before throwing your mouth down his length and licking and sucking at his head. Staring up at him, you almost forgot about everyone else in the room, that is until you heard him. “Ben, take her.” Ben happily obliged as he removed his clothes finally. You tried to pull your mouth off of Peter to see Ben’s length, desperately curious at exactly how accurate The Jackal has been, but Peter quickly recognized your antics and grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you back down on his cock. “No peeking, angel.” He spat, and before you knew it, Ben’s dick found it’s way to your entrance.

You were completely soaked, and he guided himself in with ease. You groaned at the sensation, both Peter and Ben fucking into you simultaneously sending your nerves into overdrive. “This what you wanted princess? You wanted Spider-Man? Wanted a room full of Spider-Man?” You groan as you choke on his thick cock, trying to mumble out a sloppy yes sir around him. Ben shot out some web into your arms, pulling them together and using it as makeshift handcuffs. He pulled you with it, making it that much easier to fuck into you with so much force it knocked you further into Peter’s cock. The feeling of the two of them was so close to sending you over the edge. You glance over helplessly to see Miles shamelessly devouring Gwen as Miguel face fucked her on the couch and you felt your knees tremble. They all still stared at you, seeing the state you were in creating a stir of desire within them all. “Eyes up here darling, don’t make me tell you again.” Peter dared you, smiling down wickedly.

You felt spit spill down your face and towards your breast as you worked impossibly hard for Peter’s orgasm, all the while forcing yourself back into Ben’s wanting and hungry cock. “Took so much today, and you are still so hungry baby. You needed this bad, needed all the Spiders to fill you up.”

You yelp as Ben hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and leans down to run frantic circles on your clit. You look up with desperate eyes at Peter, who finally looks close to breaking. And from the sounds behind you, you hear Ben is close, too. Before you know it, Gwen has crawled under you and started toying with your clit, sucking it into her mouth as your legs struggle to hold you up. Miles follows behind her and suck one of your nipples into his mouth, and Miguel wraps one hand around your other breast, and presses one finger against your asshole. Finally, Ben releases into you, coming with a sharp groan of your name. Peter grins down at you, and pulls his dick from your hungry mouth. He flips you over, removing the webbing from your hands only to stretch them out around you.

You feel Miles take your right arm and web it to the couch, while Miguel did the same to your left. One by one, they splayed your limbs out, opening you up, lewd and waiting for Peter to finish you off. He stands between your legs and finally, finally buries his cock inside of you. You moan at the satisfaction of Peter filling you up, his dick mixing with the cum of all the others, making you impossibly wet for the taking. While he roughly took what belonged to him, the others licked and sucked at your body, quickly pushing you towards your final release.

The sounds coming from your mouth were animalistic, your body so exhausted and drained but so eager to feel Peter let go inside of you. “Peter!” You shouted, more as a plea than anything, begging him to let go. With all of their hands and tongues on you, your body felt on fire, unable to hold yourself back you screamed. Peter thrusted into you and finally uttering, “cum for me, angel.” You came with another scream of his name, the only name coming off your lips like a prayer. You vaguely remember seeing stars and Peter’s pleasured face as he came inside you before you blacked out.

The next morning you woke in a daze, Peter lying next to you on the bed. You smiled up at him before your actions from last night came rushing back in intense waves. “P-Peter...last night...” was all you could get out, suddenly feeling your body ache. He laughed and kissed your forehead, “Yeah love? Did you enjoy it?” You nodded eagerly, a bit too eagerly and you blushed. He smiled and kissed you, long and sweet just as he always did. “Don’t be embarrassed, I hope you had as much fun as I did.”

You nodded again, recounting each detail longingly. “Where did everybody go?”

“Home. They stayed the night but I took them each home this morning. They all said they wanted to do that again, if you did.” You smiled back at him, “I would love that, but for now you are the only Spidey I need.”

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