Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines & Preferences (book 2)

Flirt + Haz (smut)

You have always wanted to have a threesome at least once in your life just to say that you've done it and you are, by nature, a curious person and this is one of the things you're most curious about. You just don't know who to have it with. You're not picky about the gender of the person but are picky about the person. Doing it with a stranger is a good option for no awkwardness afterward but they might have an STD and you're not risking it. You would most likely want to do it with a friend but who would be up to it and would not make it be awkward afterwards. You eventually bring it up with Tom and he was totally on board about the threesome, but he too is stumped on who to do it with.

"I don't know, babe. We can't just ask one of our friends to have sex with us." He points out, a thought that has been stuck in your head for ages.

"I know." You sigh out in frustration, plopping yourself on the couch. Tom follows suit and sits next to you, his arm stretched out and resting on the back of the couch.

"So you don't mind if it's a boy or girl it just has to be someone we know" Tom reiterates, making sure he has all the correct information. You nod in approval.

"What about Zendaya?" You ask facing him. She's gorgeous and you totally wouldn't mind it getting steamy between you two.

"Too busy, she's always out of the country," Tom replies. You nod.

"What about Nick?" Tom says, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, remembering one of his old friends.

"I know that I said it's someone we know but they must also be somewhat attractive." You sass. Tom's mouth falls open, but you hear a soft "true" leave his mouth.

"What about Harry or Sam?" You blurt out, taking a shot in the dark.

"Too weird," Tom replies quickly. You sigh out in frustration, falling to the side so your head lays on his lap, his hand instantly on your head to play with your hair. Your eyes flutter and you let out a soft sigh.

"Who could it be?" You ask, to no one in particular. Suddenly the doorbell rings. You sit up and look at Tom, confusion evident on your face when you remember. It's your weekly movie night. A thought pops in your head and by the look on Tom's face, he thought it too. You get up to answer the door when Tom's voice stops you.

"I don't know Y/N. What if it's awkward afterwards? Or what if we make a fool of ourselves for even asking?" Tom blurts out, suddenly second-guessing to agreeing to your fantasy.

"He won't make it awkward and we won't ask him flat out. I could maybe flirt with him and get him going then we can ask him." You suggest, unsure that Tom will be okay with you flirting with someone else but to your surprise, Tom nods in agreement.

With a smile on your face, you go to open the door for Harrison. You see him looking down the hall, assumingly keeping himself occupied while waiting for you to answer, and your eyes flitter to his sharp jawline. This will be the only time where you can drool over someone that isn't your boyfriend and not feel guilty. Not that you're bored of your boyfriend's dashing looks but it's always good to spice it up.

Harrison turns his head towards the door and once he sees you his lips stretch into a cute smile. You smile back. He leans in to give you a hug, you happily receive it, making sure your bodies are pressed against each other. You two pull apart. You don't know if he realized it but either way, he didn't mention it.

"Come on in." You say, moving to the side so he can walk in, a smile still on your face.

He walks in and sheds off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. You catch a glimpse of his back muscles and your eyes almost bulged out of your head. Has Harrison always been this ripped? Either way, you're enjoying bringing this up very much.