GRIND | Tom Holland x Reader

part 6

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

*SMUT WILL FOLLOW*

"What's going on over there?" Harrison observed, gesturing over to the table were you and Ryan seemed to be in a heated conversation.

Viv looked over and rolled her eyes, having seen it all before. "I don't even wanna know."

Harrison continued to watch as Ryan stood up and grabbed the keys from off the table.

"Looks like he's leaving."

Viv turned to look again, smiling as Ryan stormed out of the club. The party could finally start.

"Wasn't y/n driving tonight?" Harrison observed.

"Yeah," Viv started to respond, pausing as she watch you.

She continued to smile as she you brushed off what had happened, and prance over to the bar where Tom was standing.

"But hopefully Tom will take her home," she finished as you and Tom slammed a shot together, observing the twinkle in your eye from afar.

As the night raged on, everyone seemed to have the same goal of having a good night and for Viv, that didn't mean getting drunk. She sat at the corner of the bar as Harrison stood next to her. She clicked her nails against the glass of her drink.

"Were you really surprised tonight, Haz?"

"Yeah I was, actually," he replied, feeling his cheeks flush as Viv got closer, running her nails over his bicep.

"I-I mean, I usually am," he stammered, clearing his throat.

Viv giggled, brushing a fallen piece of her dark hair away from her face.

"You're very cute when you're shy like that," she remarked, taking a sip of her drink.

"'m not shy," he corrected. "My face just goes all pink sometimes."

"I dunno," she sang. "I think you get more bashful than you let on."

"I don't think you know what you're talking about," Harrison quipped, leaning into her touch.

"That's why they love you, though," Viv commented, her voice lowering.

"That handsome face with your modest personality....everyone eats it right up."

She bit her full lower lip, feeling extra flirtatious with him in this moment.

"Really?" He raised a brow, peaking his interest in her comment. "I thought it was just my handsome face."

Viv giggled again, drawing him in closer, his hand coming up to push back a piece of her hair, fingers threading through the length.

"Of course not," she joked, her hand smoothing over his chest. "Everyone loves a little personality, too," she breathed before his lips were finally placed on hers.

It was hot and steamy from the start, mouths open and tongues meeting. His hands stayed near her head, one caressing the side of her face as the other held the side of her neck, thumb brushing over her clavicle.

She smiled as she felt his heart race under her hand. "You getting shy again, Haz," she purred between kisses, her hand coming up to brush over his warm cheek.

She squealed as his hands moved down to grip her hips, pulling her off the barstool.

"I'll show you shy, babe," he growled.