tom holland + peter parker

bathroom kisses T.H.

request:

Hello! First I wanted to say that I absolutely love all your work! Reading about fluffy Tom stuff distracts me from literally everything else for a while and that's amazing, but anyways, I would like to request a Tom x Styles!reader thing! Maybe they've been dating for a little while and they've told their families and stuff, but Harry still isn't like... used to the idea of his little sister in a relationship? And then he catches them making out in the bathroom and freaks out or smth like that?

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Come forward four months into your relationship with Tom, you'd already broke the news to both his family and your own. Your mom had been delighted about inviting Tom into your little family, and she was even happier at the idea of a family dinner gathering.

Instead, you're in your childhood home for lunch with your siblings and Tom's. Paddy and Harry and Harrison are out back playing rugby, Elysia and Sam and Harry (H) and Gemma playing intense rounds of Mario Kart.

You snuck off ten minutes ago, hand in hand with Tom while you locked yourselves in the bathroom.

It's not that you couldn't just go up to your old childhood room, because you could, but your older brother Harry was rather unused to the idea of you dating anyone in general. You were his baby sister, and in his eyes, you stayed little. He'd come around eventually, like every other time, but for the sake of him, you've chosen to confide in the bathroom for your escapade.

"Don't knock anything over." You breathe out, sitting on the counter with your legs spread so Tom can stand between them and grip you as he pleases. You're giggling into his mouth, grabbing at his curls while your lips get as much of a taste of him as they can get.

He's just as excited, feverishly kissing you, his hands on your waist, fingers low and nearly on your back. He's about to moan into your mouth, but you merely breathe a chuckle again. It's cut short when his lips trail lower, nibbling your ear before kissing the very edge of your jawline. His tongue dips out a little, leaving wet patches as his lips move along your skin. He's down to your collarbone now, giving your neck some extra attention.

You whine almost silently, and he chuckles against you, the vibrations sending goosebumps up your body.

"Who's laughing now?" He smirks against your skin, sucking a hickey into your sweet spot. Your hands grip his shoulders fiercely, and he chuckles again. You want to laugh but god he's doing things to you.

Your hands move down his back, bringing him as close as possible. He's whispering into your ear, feeding you on, breathing heavily. You want to get lost in his touch, his hands, his lips.

Instead, your brother opens the bathroom door. You gasp, and Tom takes a step back from between your legs, eyes glancing towards the interruption.

You hear Harry curse under his breath, eyes rolling in disbelief. You make eye contact with Tom, a seemingly nonverbal agreement, and you push him away as you jump off the counter, quickly taking the few steps to the door.

"Harry- Harry!" You stop him from going anywhere. "Look, look, I'm sorry." You're trying not to laugh at the embarrassingly heated situation. "You should've... knocked?"

"Y/N/N," He whines. "It's not my fault you're making out with your boyfriend in the bathroom."

"Look, I know, I know." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "It's just... I know it's hard for you, okay?"

"Hard for me?! I wasn't the one making out with you!" He groans, trying to understand. Tom chokes on air, scratching the back of his neck with a blush.

"Gross." You shudder, but grip his shoulders nonetheless. "Forgive me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He sneaks a smile. "Just don't have sex in here or something. Mum would fucking flip."

"You should leave now," You're spinning him around, palms flat on his back while you push him away from you. "Leave us be." You stick your tongue out at him before slamming the door in his face. When you spin around to look at Tom, you lean against the knock locked door. You share a laugh with Tom, but it's cut short with Tom's lips on yours.

"Make up for lost time," He smirks against your lips, hands low on your back again.

"Well would you hurry u-" You're cut off when you gasp for breath. He's found your sweet spot again, nipping and kissing your skin.

"What were you saying?" He's a cocky son of a bitch, but you can't find it in you to care, not when his lips are on you in the way they are. He chuckles against you, and god you can feel it everywhere.