GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 3

warning: this story will contain mature content such as language, drugs, and sexy, smutty scenes. nsfw 18+ pls!

Tom drove Harrison, who was absolutely reeling from his first performance, back home from the club that night. It was quiet for the beginning of the ride, until Tom asked,

"How much you make tonight, man?"

"Uh," Harrison looked up, raising his brows to estimate a reasonable figure.

"Like, $230."

"Really? That's awesome," Tom praised.

"Thanks, dude. While we're on the subject, I just wanna give you this," Harrison put some bills in the cup holder.

"For gas, since you drive me around all the time–"

"No, no, it's all good," Tom declines.

"Are you sure?"

Tom chuckled. "I've got my own money, mate. Really, don't worry about it."

Harrison nodded, going quiet after that, not wanting to press further. Tom quickly changed the subject to something worth mentioning.

"Did you see y/n there tonight?"

Harrison brows knitted together, looking over at Tom. "She was there?"

Tom chuckled at Harrison's surprise. "Yeah, standing in the back. Did you tell her to come?"

"I mean I told her but I didn't think she'd actually show up. Thought she might've had plans with Ryan," Harrison pointed out.

"I think she enjoyed it, even after saying it was weird seeing her best friend strip and grind on a stage," Tom laughed.

Harrison returned a laugh. "She said that!? Surely it's not the weirdest thing she's seen me do."

"I don't know, man, you'd have to ask her," Tom replied, still smiling upon thinking about his previous exchange with you.

The two boys laughed about it some more before it got quiet again. Until Harrison had an observation of his own to share.

"You know she stayed for your performance, right?

It was Tom's turn to be surprised. "No...wait, really?"

"Yeah. Dunno if she stayed for the whole thing but I remember she was there for some of yours," Harrison elaborated.

Tom smiled at the thought of you watching him dance, just as you had that one night. He had a hunch that he was beginning to reel you in, but now it was clearer that you had some investment.

"Good to know," he replied, still smirking to himself.

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You were woken up early the next morning at the sound of the doorbell tone obnoxiously ringing repeatedly. You know you had to be the one to get it, knowing that Viv was still with her parents and Harrison....who knows.

All you knew was, whoever was at the door better have an award-winning reason for waking you up so early.

Opening the door, you saw Tom standing there, dressed as Marilyn Monroe with a small American flag. He blew a noisemaker in your face before entering the apartment, going straight to Harrison's room to wake him up as well.

"C'mon, let's go! Sandbar party on Fourth of July!" he yelled, while sitting on top of Harrison, who must've been dead asleep.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you going?" Tom asked, stopping you from scurrying back to your room. "You're going too!"