i lied. im not writing lmfao

“do we have enough soda?”

peter’s head peaks out from the kitchen, a tuft of brown, silky curls bouncing over his forehead, fresh from his shower. looking up from the lego set in front of you, a half-constructed millennium falcon your boyfriend saved up for months to buy, you purse your lips and cast a sleepy eye around the parkers’ living room. with may’s out-of-town work conference falling the same weekend after graduation, you and peter decided to take advantage of his empty apartment and host a sleepover.

the sight of your boyfriend’s sparkly eyes and wide grin lets you know there will probably be no sleeping tonight, not when he looks borderline hyperactive.

“why do we need soda, pete?” you yawn, stretching and cracking your back. sitting on the floor for most of the day has not done wonders for your posture. “with or without you, i’m going to bed in, like, max an hour.”

“boo, you whore.” he whines, plopping beside you with an arm thrown over your shoulders and resting on the couch.

rolling your eyes, you pinch his side, smirking a little at the squeak he lets out. a baby. “never should have let you watch mean girls.”

“you’re being so not fetch right now,” peter grins, bringing you closer to him. giggling, you rest the side of your head on his shoulder, taking in the scent of his body wash and the softness of his shirt against your skin. “summer’s officially started, sweetheart, don’t you wanna go crazy, go wild, and stay up all night?”

“no,” you huff, throwing a leg over his lap until you’re seated on top of him. peter’s arms instinctively curl around your middle, keeping you comfortable. “i want to go to bed at a reasonable hour, catch up on all the hours of sleep i had to miss because of school and stay in bed until noon, possibly even all day,” velvet curls at the nape of his neck twirl around your fingers as you inch closer to him, noses bumping, “with my wonderful boyfriend, with whom i have fallen deeply in love.”

peter throws his head back with laughter, giving you basically no choice before your lips find his long neck, peppering soft, playful kisses all over it. his arms hold you tighter as he chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you kiss up his chin and leave a spirited nip of the teeth on his bottom lip.

“what if we find a middle-ground solution to satisfy both of us, hm?” peter quips, pursing his lips to receive another kiss, which you gladly give him.

“great, i’ll go to sleep and you stay up.” you tease, softly tapping his cheek with your fingers a few times.

peter rolls his eyes like a rebellious thirteen-year-old, unimpressed. “har har, comedic genius.” you giggle, laughter only getting louder when you notice the corner of his mouth quirking up as well. “i think i have a way for both of our plans to work.”

it takes almost twenty minutes, and you complain for each one of them, but peter is adamant and seems to have completely tuned out your whines of it’s too hot to have me moving like this and i could be sleeping right now, parker. by the time you’re done, several blankets are draped over lamps and furniture, creating a sloppy yet comforting fort in the living room. pillows and water bottles and snacks find their way inside along with a gadget peter created to display his laptop screen as a hologram for extra fancy cinematic experiences, he claimed.

“huh?” his grin is wide and proud and childish all at once, head lying against his pillow and arm spread, inviting you to cuddle up into him. “bitchin’, right?”

sighing softly, you place your head against his collarbone, dropping a kiss to his neck on your way and throwing your own arm around his lithe waist. “i’ll concede that it’s awesome as long as you promise to never say bitchin’ again.”

he hums, one hand finding your hair and the other moving up and down your outstretched arm. “you in the mood for a rewatch or should we start that sci-fi show you told me about?”

moving your chin up to kiss more properly, you feel your heart practically melt when peter smiles against your lips, and it’s impossible not to mimic him. “whatever you want, petey. anything you want.”

he beams at you, all pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed and perfect, pressing another smooch to the tip of your nose.

You spent the first part of the night all three of you, just drinking and chatting. But as the hours went by, the place started filling up. One of your friends left your table to talk to a guy she recognised amongst the crowd. Not long after, a stranger invited your other friend to dance. So here you were, sitting alone at a table in a crowded room where you didn’t even want to be in the first place. You decided to finish your drink and then go home, not wanting to spend too much time on your own. You took a sip from your glass, looking at your friends dancing. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a curly-haired man walking towards you. This was exactly what you had been dreading: some random guy taking a chance on the girl sitting alone in a corner. Great. This was just perfect.

“Mind if I sit down?” he asked, pointing to the chair across from you.

“Go ahead” you answered, drinking some more.

“Can I get you another one?” he asked, pointing to your glass.

You probably should’ve have said no and left like you had first planned on doing but you were suddenly curious to see where this would go. And you were not going to say no to a free drink.

“Sure” you said, watching him order another drink for you and one for him before looking back at you.

“So, why are you sitting here on your own?”

“My friends are over there” you said, pointing to where they were on the dancefloor. “I guess they kind of forgot about me.”

“I could say the same thing” he said, pointing to two guys, their backs to you. They were in deep conversation with two women.

The stranger thanked the waiter and paid for the drinks when they were brought to the table. You took a sip of yours, properly looking at him. You had to admit he was rather attractive with his curly hair, white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. You also noticed the watch on his wrist which looked expensive, not that you knew much about watches. His voice was deep, which you had not necessarily expected when you had first laid eyes on him. You started making small talk, speaking about random things like your work or what you both liked to do. He had a really cute smile, accentuated by a birthmark above his lips, and paired with crinkles by his eyes whenever he laughed. You definitely got lucky on this one. He was not insistent as you had thought he’d be when you had first noticed a guy coming towards you. In fact, you were happily surprised and were quite enjoying chatting with him and having some company. After another round of drinks you had insisted on paying for, he looked at you with a smile.

“Hey, you wanna dance?” he offered, emptying his glass.

“No” you refused, sinking down in your seat.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“It’s not really my thing” you said, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him.

“One song” he insisted, getting up and holding his hand out to you. “Please.”

“Okay, but just one” you agreed, placing your hand in his.

You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach when your skin touched his but ignored it. You let him lead you into the crowd until you were standing face to face. He started moving in front of you but you just awkwardly stood there, feeling out of place.

“Just follow the music” he said loud enough for you to hear him above the melody.

“I just feel stupid” you answered, swaying a little.

“Can I?” he asked, putting his hands towards you.

“Um yeah.”

He got closer to you and put his hands on your hips, making them move with the music. You could feel the warmth of his hands through the fabric of your dress, making your cheeks heat up. You tried to stop overthinking things and started swaying to the rhythm. You put your arms around his neck, making him smile at you. When the song ended, you didn’t stop dancing. You didn’t want it to end just yet. One song turned into two then three. The alcohol running through your veins was making you more and more confident. As time went by, your bodies got closer. When the next song started, your body was basically pressed to his. You could feel the heat from his body and could smell his cologne.

“Wanna go back to the table?” he asked, mouth next to your ear.

“I’m alright actually” you answered, starting to enjoy it.

“See, I told you it would be fun” he said, smirking, making you roll your eyes. “I’m Harry, by the way” he added.

“Y/n.”

You could feel his warm breath on your skin. He left a kiss on your cheek next to your ear, making you shiver at the touch of his lips, before pulling back a little to look at you. You noticed his eyes falling to your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened and then he was leaning towards you. You surprised yourself by closing the gap between the two of you and kissing him first. It started slow and soft before you felt him tease your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting him in, your tongues dancing together, fighting to dominate the kiss. Your hand made its way into the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling into his curls. He pulled you even closer, your bodies now glued to one another. You broke the kiss to get some air before diving back in. You were feeling bolder, the alcohol in your system definitely helping with that. You hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time and his mouth on yours just felt amazing. You’d never thought you’d be making out with a total stranger in a club, but here you were. You didn’t care about anything other than him in that moment. His lips left yours and then he was kissing the skin of your neck, making you gently pull on his curls.

Your bodies were still moving with the music but you were not focused on it. All you could think about was his hands holding your hips and his mouth devouring your neck. You tugged on his hair whenever he paid attention to your sweet spot which only encouraged him to keep going. You were getting more and more worked up as time went by. You lifted his head back up and crashed your lips on his, kissing him passionately and hungrily. When you were both out of breath, he pulled away and looked at you. His eyes were dark and his cheeks red. He leaned down again, leaving a small kiss by your ear before speaking.

“You want to get out of here?” he asked, softly biting your lobe.

“Um…” you hesitated, half focusing on how good he felt and half focusing on the fact that you’d be leaving with a guy you didn’t actually know.

“We don’t have to” he said, pulling away to look at you.

“No, sure” you answered, the alcohol making you decide to focus on how good he felt. “Just have to let my friends know” you added.

“Okay” he said, letting go of your hips.

You missed the touch of his hands as soon as they were off of you. You agreed to meet him where you were previously sitting after you’d talked to your friends. You looked in the crowd and finally saw them, walking towards where they were. You told them both before making your way back to Harry. He was not next to the table. Had he changed his mind? You saw him talking to one of the two guys he had identified as his mates earlier on before walking in your direction.

“Ready to go?” he asked you.

“Yes.”

He took your hand in his, leading you out of the crowded place and into the street. The outside air felt nice on your skin after having been inside for hours.

“I live ten minutes away from here, so we could walk” you offered, surprising yourself again.

“Lead the way, then.”

You started walking towards your apartment. His hand never left yours. Neither of you said anything but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was spent in anticipation of what was going to happen, in excitement about having his hands and lips back on you. Once you reached your building, you walked up the stairs until you were standing in front of your door. He was standing close behind you, without actually touching you, but enough to distract you. When you finally got it open, you both stepped inside.

You took your shoes off and watched him do the same before you closed the gap between you, kissing him. It started off slow but you quickly deepened it, biting his bottom lip before your tongues met again. Your hands were back in his hair, getting lost in the curls, while his were on your lower back, holding your body against his. When his hands moved lower and he squeezed your ass, you let out a small moan which encouraged him to do it again. His actions made you push your body against his, feeling his hardening member. It had been a while since you had done anything with a guy so knowing you had any effect on him boosted your confidence. You started walking backwards, him following your movements, never breaking the kiss. Once you reached your bed, your hands moved down his body, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up. Your lips separated to allow you to take it above his head and let it fall to the floor. He pushed you back making you fall on the mattress and climbed on top of you. Your hands touched his chest, down to his stomach. One of them went back to his hair when his lips found your neck. You moved your head to the side, giving him more access. He started kissing the skin there, gently biting and sucking on it. You let out a moan when he found your sweet spot once more. He kept exploring your neck, always coming back to the spot that had you weak, wanting to hear you make that noise again. His hands moved down your body, grabbing the bottom of your dress before starting to pull it up. You lifted your back from the bed, letting him take it off all the way. You suddenly felt self-conscious. You hadn’t planned to be coming home with someone tonight so you were wearing some basic underwear, nothing overly sexy. But judging by the way he looked at you once your dress was off, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re gorgeous” he said. You didn’t know if he had noticed your small hesitation or if it was just something he thought but it made you feel more confident.

He kissed your neck again before slowly making his way down your body. He kissed the skin of your chest that was exposed before looking up at you. You nodded, arching your back to let him unclasp your bra. And so he did, pushing the straps down your arms and throwing it behind him. One of his hands touched your stomach, slowly making its way up until it was tracing the curve of one of your breasts. His mouth settled on the other, kissing and nibbling the skin until his lips closed around your nipple. His hand played with the other one, pinching it. You let a moan when his tongue teased your hardened bud. You pulled his body back up, crashing your lips against his and wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you. You felt his length against your core, making you move your hips against his to get some sort of friction. He let out a curse at your actions, his hips bucking into yours. His hand made its way down your body, touching your clit through your panties. It was your turn to curse, breaking the kiss and throwing your head back. You had forgotten what it felt like to be touched by fingers that weren’t yours.

“Please” you let out, not caring if you sounded desperate.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His fingers hooked into your underwear, pushing it down with your help. You closed your legs, realising you hadn’t shaved or anything since you were not planning on having sex. You were about to say something about that when he kissed you, stopping you. He let you dominate the kiss, making you focus on it instead of your newly exposed skin. You relaxed a bit, letting your thighs separate. Again, you didn’t know if he did that because he had noticed your hesitation or if he simply did it because he felt like it. Either way, it made you forget about your insecurity. His hand was between your thighs again, this time coming into contact with your bare heat. A curse escaped his lips when he felt how soaked you were. He spread your wetness, his fingers touching your clit, making you moan loudly against his mouth. He played with your bud for a bit, applying some pressure on it. When you bucked your hips against his hand, he let his index finger move down to your entrance and slide into you. You both cursed at the new feeling of it inside of you. He slowly moved it but you needed more.

“More” you mumbled, breaking away from the kiss.

He added a second one, moving them together. His thumb was rubbing your clit with more pressure. You were putty in his hands, moaning, getting completely lost in the pleasure you were experiencing. His fingers brushed against a particular spot, making you moan loudly, encouraging him to do that again. He touched it with every single movement while applying more pressure on your clit.

“Fuck, I’m close” you said, breathing heavily.

“Come for me, baby” he encouraged you, his voice deeper than before.

The nickname paired with his fingers was enough to have you tilt over the edge, coming with a loud moan of his name. He slowed down his movements until the stimulation was too much for you and he stopped. You were a mess under him, coming down from your high. You couldn’t recall ever coming that hard with any of your ex-boyfriends.

When you opened your eyes, Harry was looking at you, pupils blown. You pulled his face down, kissing him passionately, almost as a thank you for how good he had just made you feel. Your hands made their way down his chest and stomach until they reached his belt. You unbuckled it, undoing the buttons and zipper. You felt him twitch against the small touch of your fingers. You pushed his jeans down along with his boxers, not wanting to make him (or you) wait any longer. He got up to take them off all the way along with his socks and then he was back on top of you. You wrapped your hand around his hardened length which now rested against his lower stomach. You started slow movements, wanting to make him feel good as well. Your thumb touched his tip, making his hips snap in your hand.

“Fuck” he cursed. “I need to be inside of you” he added, voice even deeper. “Now.”

“Please” was all you said.

“Condom?” he asked you.

“In the second drawer” you said, pointing to your bedside table.

He leaned over and grabbed one from the box. He took it out of the small square, placing it on him. He rubbed his tip against your core, spreading some of the wetness, making you moan, before placing it at your entrance. When he pushed in, you grabbed his face and kissed him, muffling any sound that might have come out of either of you. He gave you some time to get used to him before he started moving. His movements were slow at first, almost coming out all the way before pushing back in. He felt amazing, stretching you perfectly. He quickly sped up his movements, needing more. You put your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into you. He changed the angle a little and hit your sweet spot, making you moan and clench around him. You both cursed, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure. One of your hands was in his curls while the other was on the small of his back, holding him even closer. He hit your spot with every snap of his hips, chasing both of your highs. He supported his weight on one of his forearms, his other hand disappearing between your bodies and finding your clit, rubbing it. You let out another moan when he applied pressure on it. You were getting close to your second orgasm of the night. The stimulation felt amazing, he felt amazing.

“I’m gonna come” you moaned when he hit your spot with more force.

“Me too” he said, speeding up his thrusts.

He kept moving his finger on your sensitive bud until you came with a moan of his name, clenching around him. His movements became even faster and sloppier, chasing his own release. After a few more thrusts, he came in the condom, his hips stilling. Your legs fell from around his waist, resting them on the mattress. He got out of you, making you hiss at how sensitive you were. He took the condom off and collapsed next to you. You both lay there, breathing heavily, slowly coming down from your orgasms. You turned your head to the side and took a look at him. His curls were sticking to his forehead, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were red and his chest was rising with each breath he took. He looked even more beautiful than he had before. He really was a sight for sore eyes.

But, as the minutes went by and your breathing got back to normal, you felt less and less comfortable. What was supposed to happen now? Was he going to put his clothes back on and leave right away? Should you offer a shower? You had no idea what you were supposed to do or say in this situation. You’d never brought home a guy you didn’t know. You hadn’t had sex with that many different guys anyway. You decided to move and see what he was going to say or do. You sat up on the bed, the movement making him open his eyes and look at you.

“I should probably get cleaned up” you said, getting up.

He only hummed as an answer, watching you walk into the bathroom. You took a quick shower and washed the make up off your face. You dried yourself and walked back into your room with the towel wrapped around your body.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Harry asked, looking at you.

“Sure.”

He walked into the bathroom and you let yourself fall on your bed. You suddenly felt really sleepy both due to your alcohol consumption, your previous activities and the soothing warm shower. The last thing you heard before drifting off was the water running in the other room.

You woke up the next morning and closed your eyes as soon as you had opened them, the brightness of the daylight blinding you. You moved onto your other side, turning your back to the window. You didn’t have to lift your head from the pillow to know that you had a nasty headache. How much had you drunk last night? You remembered the bar and then the club, your friends dancing with random guys. How and when did you get home? You then realized you were naked in your bed and that the sheets smelled of cologne. That’s when it all came back to you. You remembered a cute stranger talking to you, curly hair, charming smile. What was his name? Oh, Harry! You remembered drinking some more, laughing with him. You remembered dancing and making out in the middle of the crowd. You remembered coming home with him, getting undressed and having sex with him. Did you really do that? You didn’t remember falling asleep though. But you woke up to an empty bed, the other side was cold. Had he left right after you fell asleep? Had he left early in the morning? You had no idea. You wondered if he had left a note behind, his number, anything. You slowly sat up in bed, wincing at the pain from your hangover. You got out of bed and put on panties and a t-shirt before going to your bathroom and brushing your teeth. You then walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, slowly drinking a glass of water accompanied with aspirin. You then looked around your small apartment but you didn’t find any message from him. If it weren’t for the smell of his cologne in your room, you’d think you had dreamt the whole thing.

Dancing on the edge, 'bout to take it too far, it's messing with my head, how I mess with your heart. If you wake up in your bed, alone in the dark, I'm sorry, gotta leave before you love me.

You let yourself fall on your sofa after grabbing some food to eat as to not be sick. You turned the TV on with the volume low, not really focusing on what was playing. Once you were done with your breakfast, you curled under a blanket, your head on the arm rest.

The more time went by, the sadder you felt at the fact that he had just left. You normally didn’t do one-night stands so this was a completely new situation for you. But you remembered thinking he was nice and you thought you got along well. Maybe you had thought, or hoped, it would go further than that. Also, the sex had been great, even more than that. Hell, you didn’t remember the last time a guy had made you feel this good, which was probably never. But judging by his disappearance, in his eyes, you must have been just another girl under his belt, quite literally.

You suddenly felt stupid, almost ashamed of what had happened the previous night. Why did you have to drink so much? Letting out a dramatic sigh, you grabbed your phone and looked through your notifications. You had two texts from one of the friends you had been to the club with.

Made it home alright?

Girl, you’ll never believe who was at the club last night.

The first text was from a few hours ago and the second was recently sent. You answered both.

Sorry, just pretty hungover right now. Made it home safe and sound, yes.

Who was there?

You scrolled through social media while you waited for her to text you back. You didn’t have to wait for long as it only took her a few minutes to answer.

Harrison Osterfield, you know the prince from The Irregulars? Can’t believe I didn’t notice him!

She shared a link to an Instagram post in the text. You had watched the show with her and she had fallen for the blue-eyed actor. But you didn’t know much about him. You probably wouldn’t even have recognized him had you seen him last night. You clicked on the link she had sent you. It was a photo published by a fan account, taken without the persons on it noticing. There were three guys on it, two faces were visible, one of them was Harrison, the other you assumed was a friend. His face somehow looked familiar to you but you didn’t know why. It’s when you took a look at the third one that you understood. You recognized the head of curls right away and the familiar face as the friend. The people tagged on it confirmed your suspicions. The name Harry was on his figure, Harry Holland. You went on his profile and sure enough, it was the guy you’d had sex with only a few hours ago. But the fact that he was friends with Harrison wasn’t the craziest part. You noticed the number of followers, over a million, and the blue symbol next to his name. Who the hell was that guy? What was he famous for? Your heart started beating faster. But you didn’t have to wonder for long when you saw one of his last posts with the legend “The Holland Brothers” with none other than Tom Holland who you knew was Marvel's Spider-man. You let your phone fall on your lap, feeling overwhelmed with the discovery.