tom holland + peter parker

tell me, show me H.H.

request: Blurb idea for harry, the reader got this habbit whenever harry wearing pants with string in it she will play with the string? And the he will be turned on by her action and he asked her to stop then she teases him? I think its cute!

i think this is super cute but i'm going to assume you meant harry holland? if you meant harry styles then i'm so sorry 😭 — and you can totally rerequest this lol heh <3

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Some things never go away, like the way you always clear your throat whenever you start a new conversation with someone, and the way Harry always puts his hands in his front pocket when he doesn't have a camera with him.

Some things just never change, like the way you always have a hand on Harry, fiddaddling and fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie, or the strap of his camera, or the strings of his sweatpants.

Sometimes it's out of anxiousness, but you've done it so many times that now it's out of habit; you can't control it sometimes, and you don't even notice that you're doing it until Harry's blush grows and his voice dies off in flustered-ness and timidness.

Today, you're going over to the Holland-Barrett-Osterfield household to see Harry, your boyfriend of one year. It's a soft Saturday, and the London air seems so peaceful that you almost don't recognize it as the iconic rainy city that it came to be.

Sunshine hits your skin in gentle ways, and as you stroll up to the front porch and walk up the steps, you smile to yourself at the familiar comfort of the house in front of you — of the home in front of you.

Harry swings the door open with a smile, freckles immediately coming into your view, and that lovable birthmark by his lip. His eyes crinkle slightly, and a smile plasters itself on your face in response.

"Hey, baby," he pulls you into the house. You look down and watch as you wipe your feet on the cute welcome mat.

"Hi," you say back, taking off your shoes. You'd come in a long sleeve and a simple skirt, but to Harry you're as beautiful as ever.

Walking into the living room, Harry moves to sit on the couch, and you watch before jumping on it, heading landing on his lap while the two of you bounce on the cushions from the force.

"You're so silly," he chuckles, rubbing your back. You giggle, sitting up while your tongue peeks out from your mouth.

"You love it," You whisper, face mere centimeters from his and breath fanning across his freckled skin.

"Yeah," his nose bumps yours and suddenly you're eskimo kissing. "I do."

A laugh is shared between you both, and you settle into Harry's side while he finds a movie to watch, arm around your shoulders while you rest in his embrace.

"Whaddya wanna watch, lovebug?" He asks, and you can hear the smile on his face.

You hum, "Something cute?" Your hands naturally reach for the strings of his sweatpants, unknowing of Harry's momentary tensed stance. Absentmindedly playing with the cotton cord, your eyes train on the giant flatscreen TV plastered on the wall above the modern fireplace.

"Uhm- uh," he slightly adjusts from under you, shifting the both of you with his movements. "Disney or..." he clears his throat. "Or coming-of-age? Rom-com?"

You twist your mouth, hands pulling the strings tightly before loosening their grip. You watch as Harry taps through the rows of available movies and shows.

"Disney?" you repeat. "What rom-com haven't we seen?"

Harry adjusts his pants discreetly, and he silently curses at himself for wearing sweats, especially around you.

After some scarce discussion, the two of you settle on Maid in Manhattan. The movie goes on, but Harry can't shake the feeling that you're always intentionally playing with the strings of his pants, implying that you want something more than your typical, cozy cuddles.

Ten minutes into the movie is when you finally notice how antsy and fidgety Harry's being. You don't bring it up, because eventually you get engrossed in the film and Harry calms down a bit — in reality, he'd just managed to control his mind enough to keep himself appropriate.

"Hey, Y/N?" he says softly. You nearly coo at how tender he's being, but you don't mention anything, instead choosing to turn your attention to your boyfriend and allow the movie to continue playing in the background of your conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Can you-" he swallows, "Can you stop playing with my strings?"

"Whah—?" you trail off before your eyes glance down. You realize your fingers are intertwined with the drawstring, and when you look further down, you can faintly see a forming bulge. Immediately you skin lights up, in embarrassment and in pride. "Oh."

Harry's face lights up and a blush floods his cheeks. The tips of his ears turn red once he realizes you've come to your senses about what he's implying.

"I... didn't know," you say quietly, a teasing smile playing on your face.

Harry tilts his head back in an annoyed groan, and you giggle again.

"C'mon, it's nothing to be ashamed about," you assure him.

"I know," he squints his eyes shut in pure embarrassment, avoiding your fixed gaze on him.

"What were you thinking about, anyways?" You go on, smile still as sly as ever. "I mean, I get if I was, y'know... close to it, but I wasn't that much."

"Stopppp," he whines, crossing his legs so he seems more closed off about what you're teasing him for.

You only smirk harder in response, tugging on his shirt playfully, and bringing him closer to face you.

"C'mon, tell me," you encourage.

"No," he whines again. The two of you lock eyes, and his cheeks redden further. "Stop it."

You laugh again, holding him closer to you and resting your head on his shoulder sweetly. "It's okay, y'know," you whisper. Harry nods, grabbing at his thick curls out of nervous habit. "You're my boyfriend," you giggle quietly. "I'm glad you love me that much."

"You're just..." he sighs, embarrassed. "It seems like you always tease me."

"Tease you?" You say back. "I never realized..."

"Yeah," Harry chuckles. "It's alright. I love our..."

"Sex life?" You suggest with a laugh, and Harry smiles sheepishly, nodding. "But... you get riled up from my 'teasing.'"

Harry groans again, looking up at the ceiling to avoid your harsh, penetrating gaze. You tug at his shirt again, encouraging him to look at you again.

"C'mon," you say playfully. In a quick movement, you maneuver yourself across his lap, now straddling his thighs. "Tell me what you're thinking."

His hands go to the back of your thighs immediately, and he makes eye contact with you, eyes darkening a shade. He smirks, eyes finding your sweet spot, already thinking of sucking it. "Can't I just show you?"