tom holland oneshots

his lap

warnings : cursing, light makeout session

summary : reader is insecure and asks harrison for help; tom gets the wrong idea

word count : 1400

a/n : hi, thank you for +2k reads. xxx

Y/N and Harrison were sitting in her living room -- it was one of their many hangouts that they would have throughout the week, being best friends and all that. Tom was in a meeting, discussing an upcoming movie which Y/N would come with him for at least a third of. The pair had started dating about 4 months ago, Y/N's inexperience causing them to take things slow, which Tom was totally supportive of.

Harrison was sitting on the couch, Y/N sitting in front of the coffee table whilst finishing a puzzle.

"So," Haz started. "How're things with you and Tom?"

"Things are," she picked up a puzzle piece, fitting in to another one, "good."

"Good? That's it?"

She looked up from what she was doing, "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"C'mon, he's like your first real boyfriend; tell me about your firsts! Y'know, things like that!"

"Well, we really only hold hands 'nd stuff. We kiss," she blushed slightly, "but we don't really make out."

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N stared at him wide-eyed, a little surprised at his bluntness, her timidness contributing. "Y/N, it's just a question! I thought by now you might be ready for a least some intimacy; the mishap of 2017 was bad enough." 

"Well.."

"Well? C'mon, we're best friends, I just wanna help."

"I'm just a little insecure," she confessed.

"That's normal, Y/N. All girls are still a little-"

"I mean," she cut him off. "Ugh, just forget it. I don't even know how to say it out loud."

"No no, c'mon. What is it?"

"I want to sit in his lap-"

"Guys love that," Haz grinned at her.

"But I don't want to hurt him," she breathed out.

"Hurt him?"

"You know... crush him with my ... weight 'n' stuff."

"Y/N, for the love of god, you are not even that heavy-"

"That's easy for you to say!' She defended.

"Okay, okay yeah you're right. What do you want me to do?"

"Just- help me? Teach me how to sit in his lap so I know what to do."

"I don't know, Y/N. I don't want to cross any boundaries now that you two are dating-"

"Please?" she asked softly. "You don't have to do anything, just let me practice? I don't wanna be bad," she admitted.

"Okay," He gave in. "Okay, get up then. How do you want to start?"

"Well, the sitting to start." 

He motioned her over, so she stood up, standing by his legs. "You're probably gonna wanna wrap your legs around his waist, you know?" She nodded. "Then, if he gets up and walks to the bedroom, you should cross your ankles behind his back. But for now, you just sit. Do you want me to cross my legs?"