Smuts - not my

Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

once i find the original writter i will post thier name but for now heres the smut

It started innocent. Tom of course, knew you liked Timothée. He saw it in the way you practically salivated when he appeared across your social media's and especially when he spoke French just in that specific way in interviews. He truly was a specimen.
Tom fought for Timothée to be Harry Osborn in his newer Spider-Man films and of course, having some sort of say as the Marvel golden child, his wish was granted. Timothée was soon on set with your loving boyfriend, images of the two of them together popping up every once in a while. You're convinced that what really started it was the comment that you'd made when you'd seen a specific picture of the two of them in Atlanta. All you'd said was,
"Man would I love to be in the middle of this little white boy sandwich." Tom had looked at you, eyes unreadable as you'd giggled, rolling over and snuggling into his side, telling him you were kidding despite the space between your legs throbbing at the thought.
Weeks had gone by before you were allowed on set and you'd officially met Timothée. He held out his hand and you tried to ignore the way his fingers looked and you tried to ignore how they'd feel all over you as you shook his hand and introduced yourself,
"She's a big fan." Tom had told Timothée, glancing at you with a sinister twinkle in his eye. Tim had just chuckled,
"I appreciate it. It's always nice when beautiful girls are fans. Especially if they belong to friends of mine, no matter how new that friend is." Tim explains. You smile, your cheeks burning as you turn back to Tom. Your boyfriend chuckles as he wraps an arm around you, holding you close before he and Tim got started on their scenes for the day.
Weeks went by, many dinners shared with the cast and crew and it seemed like every time you glanced up when Timothée was around, he was staring at you, just glancing away when you'd looked up. But you'd keyed in on the way he always licked his lips afterwards.
Weeks in, it was normal to see him on set and conversing with Tom. And Tom had joked that the only reason you were coming to set with him daily was because Timothée was there. The first morning Tim tried testing out the waters with you, it was simple. He'd walked up to you,
"Well good morning Y/N." He'd chided. You'd smiled and unbeknownst to you, Tom had watched you, starry eyed, glance up at Tim, bidding him hello. Both boys locked eyes before Tom nodded and Tim knew that the second he could make the next move, you were his.
A few days later, Tom had chosen your outfit which wasn't the oddest occurrence. He'd glanced down at you with dark eyes and you'd only wanted to appease him, so you'd worn the sweater like top and skirt, boots to pull it all together. But a few hours later, Tim arrived to set, seeking you out at the water dispenser,
"Ooh, I like that skirt on you babe." Timothée had said, reaching out and swatting your ass. You'd gasped and your cheeks burned as you'd looked up at him,
"T-thanks." When you'd glanced over your shoulder, you found that Tom had watched it happen, and you swore there was a hidden smirk on his lips.
The next time it happened, it was another morning on set. You and Tom had arrived early, Timothée arriving later. Towards the end of the day, Timothée had come to the food table to fetch a bottle of water, watching you lick your lips of powder from a powder doughnut. He'd hummed, eyes cast down to your lips,
"You missed a spot. Let me get it." You'd tilted your head, expecting his nimble fingers to grace you, but instead, he'd leaned in, lips covering yours. His tongue swept across your lips and you'd gasped, staring up into those green eyes as he licked his lips and pulled back, smug little smirk on his face,
"Got it." He'd walked away with a growing cocky smirk on his lips, returning to set where your loving and faithful boyfriend was doing his own scenes. Tom had soon come off set for Tim to do individual scenes and he'd frowned at the way you clung to him and kissed him like you'd never done before,
"'S the matter babe?" He'd asked. You'd shaken your head,
"Nothing, just love you."
"Oh... I love you too sweet face." He'd kissed your forehead before downing a bottle of water and returning to set, reassuring you all would be okay.
A few days later, Tim was back with a vengeance. He listened to your stories with renewed vigor and called you pet names every time he spoke to you and his lingering touches sent tingles across your skin, but they made you feel terrible for Tom. He didn't even know that his loving girlfriend was getting hit on by someone he trusted. Someone he considered a friend even. You didn't even think about it being more than him being friendly until he had taken your hand and was leading you down the hall to Tom's dressing room. The second you neared it, you were pressed up against the door as it opened and Tim kicked it closed behind the both of you. Your arms loop around his neck as he leans in, binding his own arms around your waist, his lips covering yours roughly. You hum as he kisses you, his hands sliding up to your chest, squeezing softly. You reciprocate his kiss wearily, your brain finally catching up and sending a red alert warning through your body that has you pressing your head against the door to try and get away from him,
"Tim-"
"Shh shh shh pretty girl. Lemme see." His hands slide down, beneath your skirt where his fingers fall around the hem of your panties, drawing you away from the door that your brain is now telling you to escape through,
"Tim I don't know-"
"Its alright angel." He interrupts again, dragging your panties down your legs. He hums as he draws the lace up to his nose, eyes locked in yours as he gives a sniff, "So fucking sweet smelling. Tom is a lucky fucking man isn't he baby girl?" You grow weak in the knees, mouth full of saliva that you swallow down as he molds your thighs into his hands. Before you know it, Tom is shouldering the door open,
"Babe-" He starts until he sees Timothée before you, your panties discarded between the two of you,
"Tommy this isn't what it looks like-"
"Well fuck Tim. You didn't tell me you were going to start now, without me."
"I couldn't help it. She looked fucking fantastic. If I don't get my mouth on her right now I'm gonna fucking implode." Tim admits, dragging one of your legs up over his shoulder. Tom's chocolate eyes meet yours,
"You knew?" You ask him. He raises an eyebrow,
"Darling... I posed the idea. Now be a good little girl and shut up. Let Timmy take care of you." He demands. Before you can respond, Timothée's tongue slides between your folds, drawing a gasp from your lips.
Tom watches with raised eyebrows as you grasp Timothée's curls, holding his face between your thighs. Tim hums when you give a gentle tug, watching your face contort in pleasure as he devours you, Tom leaning against the door, locking it behind him. He starts to tug his clothes off, down to his boxers, palming the erection that's grown now.
Tim reaches out, grasping your bottom in his hands as he slips his tongue into your wet hole, circling it and stretching you open. Your head falls back, lips pressed together as you moan and whimper, gasping when Tom appears behind you, sliding his hands across your chest,
"Such a sweet girl. Letting Timmy ravish you." He murmurs, starting to unbutton your blouse. You lean into his chest, reaching behind you to stroke him through his boxers. He growls, squeezing your breasts roughly. He tugs the remaining buttons free, scattering them across the floor before he's dragging the material down your shoulders, nimble fingers working to undo your bra. The second your breasts are exposed, Tim's pupils dilate and he's standing, dragging your leg up to his hip and leaning in to kiss you. Tom hums,
"Hot..." Is all he murmurs as Tim kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan at the taste of yourself on him as he brushes your skirt from your hips and you're fully naked before both boys, one fully clothed, the other in just boxers. Tom kisses your bare shoulder, "Take her to the couch Tim." He commands, and the other brunette does so, draping you over the back of it. You watch him undress himself, humming at the way his slim body looks, his abdomen constricting as he breathes. You wiggle your hips back at him as he moves forward, grasping you firmly and chuckling,
"Pretty girl." Tom hums in response, watching Tim kneel between your legs, stroking himself. He watches as Tim places a hand across your lower back, holding you in place as he slides the tip of his cock through your folds before he's moving his hips forward, entering you swiftly. You groan, head falling forward as he slowly maneuvers himself to stretch you out, hands grasping your hips ever so tightly. Your head lulls back and you stare up at Tom, lips pressed in a line,
"Fuck..."
"Is he any good?" Tom asks darkly. You nod,
"So good."
"Better than me love?" He poses. There's a sinister twinkle in the chocolate of his eyes. You swallow and shake your head,
"No one could ever... do it like you Tommy." You explain. Tom hums, fingers playing with your chin. He leans in and kisses you softly, slipping his tongue between your lips for a moment before he's standing up straight, watching you lean your arms over the back of the couch. He can't help but think of how ironic it was that the first time you'd been in this room, you'd cutely posed kissing him over the back of said couch, his head tilted back and he'd commented on how adorable you'd looked and now here you are, being used for his friend and co-star's pleasure.
He listens to your soft coos and moans, watching you glance over your shoulder at Tim, who's soft green eyes meet yours, his lips parted just gently as he works himself into you over and over. After a moment, he watches Tim lean in, his hands slipping under you to grasp your breasts as his chest presses to your back and his lips fall over yours. You kiss him hungrily, seemingly inheriting the knack of slipping your tongue into Tim's mouth from Tom. Tom watches you both in a trance until Tim leans back, glancing up at Tom,
"You gonna make yourself useful Holland or am I just going to be the only one enjoying your girlfriend?" Tom scowls at the look of teasing in those beautiful green eyes he's heard you go on and on about,
"Zip it Frenchie. You're lucky you have the option to go at her at all." Tim chuckles and shrugs, sliding his hand down across your stomach and down to stroke your clit. You squeal, nuzzling your face in the couch as he presses a foot into the cushion, speeding up his thrusts. You reach back, holding the wrist of his hand that holds your hip as he pounds into you. Tom licks his lips, swallowing the saliva that's collected at the sight of you, in your nature with a guy you've only dreamed about being with. Tom can't get over the fact that you've taken so well to this role. It's impressive. Before you know it, Tom's fingers are in your hair and he's dragging your head up to look him in the eye,
"Easy darling. Don't give him everything. I'm still right here. Think you can handle the both of us?" He asks. You nod, eyes cast up into his and you just know that the look in your eyes is enough to make Tom fix any attitude issue you have.
"Look at you baby... so full of cock you forgot who you belonged to." He murmurs, slipping his fingers into your mouth, "So fucking beautiful." You suck on the two fingers he offers, eyes rolling back in your head as Timothée continues his assault,
"Fuck... she's so good bro." Tim grumbles. Tom hums and nods, slipping his fingers from your mouth. He holds the base of his cock steady, sliding it into your mouth instead,
"So damn good." He watches your lips stretch around him, eyes cast up into his as you swirl your tongue around every inch of him, "Such a good girl too." He murmurs. You hum, bobbing your head softly, aided by the thrusts of Tim behind you. Tom listens to you gag, humming softly as he brushes hair from your eyes,
"So fucking good. God damn, you and that mouth." He murmurs. You hum around him, brushing your tongue over his tip. You suck at it, rubbing your tongue over the slit as you stare up into his eyes. Tom's hands come up and he grasps your head, forcing you to take him deeper and deeper. Tom chuckles,
"Dirty little thing. Love being used eh?" He asks. You nod around him, his eyes flicking up to Tim, watching him chew the tip of his tongue as he stares down at where the two of you are connected. You pull Tom from your mouth, reaching up to stroke him quickly, glancing back over your shoulder at Tim. The two of you meet eyes and Tim swallows,
"You feel... so good. So fucking silky." He tells you. You hum, leaning up when he leans down to give him a quick kiss. He presses his chest to your back, hands placed just outside yours on the couch. He gestures to Tom, "Take him back in your mouth baby." You abide by his command, slipping Tom's cock back in your mouth. Tim watches, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth,
"Such a good girl. Damn... you look so good with a dick in your mouth baby." He purrs in your ear. Tom brushes hair from your eyes,
"Fucking stunning." He murmurs. You bat your lashes up at him, bobbing your head quicker and quicker, taking him deep in your throat. Every time a gag slips from your lips, Tom grunts,
"Sweet fucking thing. Goddamn you're beautiful." He grumbles, holding you down after a moment. You gag, and when you come up for air, Timothée chuckles,
"You really love being used don't you baby?" He wraps your hair around his hand, giving a gentle tug. You nod,
"Love when Tommy takes care of me. Such a good boyfriend." You mumble. Tom smiles down at you,
"Such a willing little victim. Always takes what's given to her. Loves when I wanna experiment." He mumbles. Slipping him back in your mouth, Tim let's go of your hair and presses his hand to your back. He quickly changes his mind and slides his hand down across your stomach and between your legs, strumming your clit with his nimble fingers again. You moan around Tom and you can tell that your boyfriend's knees nearly give out at the way your eyelashes flutter and your eyes roll back in your head very briefly. He growls, letting out a string of curses after a moment, his own head falling back. Tim presses his hand to the back of your neck, pressing gently, purring when you gag around Tom,
"Such a good girl. Takes dick so well." Tom can't help but reiterate, reaching down and cradling your chin,
"Such a perfect mouth."
"Its the whole fucking body. Have you seen her? Goddamn you're lucky." Tim grumbles. Tom chuckles darkly,
"Oh I'm fully aware." Tom holds your head down for just a moment before he let's go and stares down at you when you drag him from your mouth, stroking him gently,
"I can make you scream... make sure you'll never prefer him over me." He murmurs. Tim clicks his tongue and Tom's eyes dart up to him for a moment before he looks back to you, raising an eyebrow,
"Wanna switch?" He asks. You glance over your shoulder and up into Tim's eyes. He shrugs, hips pausing before you're glancing up at Tom and nodding. Tim draws out of you and stands, moving behind the couch as Tom rounds the other side and kneels at one side of the couch, holding your thighs apart. He hums before he's leaning in and sliding his tongue through your folds, his eyes locked in yours. After a quick little flick of his tongue, he sits up straight, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds before he's not so gently pressing inside of you, holding your hips as your back arches up off the couch. Tim hums, brushing hair from your shoulder,
"God... view's even better from here." Tom chuckles as he wastes no time, pounding into you, leaning down so he's pressed chest to chest with you. Your back arches as you hold his shoulders, nails leaving little cresent marks in his skin. You cry out, Tim stroking himself as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Of course he's jealous. Tom gets this permanently. You belong to Tom and Tim hates that. He deserves a piece of you, but Tom told him, the second this little threesome was finished and it was out of your system, never again would he be able to touch you. As if Tom can sense the want in his friend's body, his dark eyes meet Tim's,
"Come back over here. Sit behind her and let her jerk you off." He commands. Timothée wastes no time, rounding the couch again and Tom sits you up, letting Tim shimmy in behind you. Tom juts his chin forward,
"Get him off. I'll match your pace. You stop, I stop, you go slow, I go slow, got it?" You nod, reaching behind you to grasp Timothée's still damp cock. It throbs in your hand, a tiny whimper slipping through Timmy's lips,
"Fuck." He quietly murmurs as you instantly stroke him, slowly with your eyes locked in Tom's. Tom hums, setting a pace that matches the flick of your wrist. Tim reaches up to caress your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers,
"Such a good girl. Doing so well performing for us." He murmurs in your ear as you tip your head back over his shoulder. You hum as he kisses your shoulder, grunting when your hand moves quicker across him, and licking his lips when you cry out as Tom speeds up. Tim holds your arms, reaching down and strumming your clit softly. You cry out particularly loud and Tim watches Tom clench his teeth as he grips your hips. The second your hand falters around Tim, Tom slows down,
"No, no, no, don't stop." You pant. Tom chuckles, watching you speed up around Tim's cock, the curly haired brunette's eyes rolling back into his head and his head falling back. Tim growls and it drags another chuckle from Tom,
"Kiss him Y/N/N." Tom commands. Craning your neck, Tim reacts and leans in to kiss you soundly. Tom can tell by the way Tim's fingers slide along your throat and jawline that his tongue is in your mouth. You moan, grasping Timothée's wrist in your free hand, your other hand keeping steady along his cock. Tom can hear Tim moan into your mouth and after a moment, he pulls away, head tipping back again,
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum." He mumbles,
"Take over... get up." Tom commands. In a few short moments, Tim has your hand brushed aside and has replaced it with his, standing so Tom can lay you back on the couch, hands pressed over your stomach. You cry out, staring up at Tim who jerks himself off quickly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His head tips back once more and he groans loudly before one of Tom's hands slips up to grasp your chin,
"Open your mouth sweet thing." He commands. You do as you're told, "tongue out." He gruffly adds. You do so, staring up at Timothée before he's bending his knees, spilling cum across your mouth and chin, a few strands escaping to your chest. You swallow what he's managed to make into your open mouth, allowing Tom to shove his cum coated fingers into your mouth when he scoops it up from your chest.
He doubles his efforts as Tim watches, leaning chest to chest with you. Tim hums as you cry out, wrapping your arms around Tom. Your nails sink into his tan skin, and Tim can't help but watch, entranced as Tom's hips piston into you, his skin slapping yours. He stunned that this is the norm for you. The thought of Tom doing this to you often is mind-boggling. You rake your nails across his shoulders, practically screaming as he reaches down and strokes your clit,
"Cum..." He demands, "cum for me, right now Y/N." He grumbles. You moan, reaching up to grasp the arm of the couch. You cry out once more as Tom leans back, your back arching before you're following his orders and cumming around him, eyes squeezed closed. Tim swears he's never seen anything more beautiful. You continue to whimper and moan as your orgasm ebbs away, but Tom continues to pound into you, dragging a leg up over his shoulder and kissing your calf. After another moment, he draws out, breath caught in his throat as he strokes himself, cumming across your stomach with a grunt. He stares down at you for a moment, sighing softly,
"Gorgeous fucking girl." You giggle, rubbing over his hips as Tim heads into the connected bathroom to fetch a towel, drying you off as you lay still, chest heaving. Tom stands, heading into said bathroom where he disappears for a second, leaving Tim to take your hands after he's slid into his boxers. He helps you sit up, sliding onto the couch beside you,
"You..." He starts, brushing his thumb across your chin, "are so stunning. You were fantastic sweet thing." He tells you. You smile sleepily, leaning up to kiss him softly once more,
"Yeah... and now you know what it's like to have Timothée Chalamet like all your sweet little dreams." Tom tells you, exiting the bathroom. He rounds the couch and his hand comes out to brush your hair down. You smile up at him,
"You're amazing for letting this happen Tommy. I love you." You tell him. He leans in and kisses you just as softly as Tim does,
"Anything for you love." You wrap your arms around his neck, maneuvering onto your knees on the couch. Tom chuckles, dragging you over the back of it so you're clinging to him, "silly girl." Kissing your cheek, he wraps his arms tight around your body,
"You know I'll never love anyone more than I love you." You murmur. He nods, smiling down at you,
"Course."
"And this," You gesture to Tim who's getting dressed in the mirror across from the both of you, "I loved this but it was just for fun." He nods, staring down at your lips,
"I'm glad. Heaven forbid I let you fuck him and you leave me for him." You giggle,
"He was good, but he's not you good. You're more than great." He hums leaning in to peck you once more before he's swatting at your bottom,
"We're done for the day and I'm famished so... let's go get some food." He commands. You smile, finding your bra and shirt, slipping both on. Tom hums as you shrug at the odd number of buttons on your shirt since he'd ripped them off before you're bending down and working into your skirt. He hands over a sweater of his, raising an eyebrow as you zip it up,
"Gonna have to buy you a new one of those." He mumbles. You giggle again before he's glancing up at Tim who meanders over, draping an arm over your shoulders,
"So where to?"
"Ey, you've had your fun. Hands off the lady." Tim chuckles,
"Hey, it's all good. We're all friends." He says. Tom rolls his eyes,
"Yeah... just remember that next time you try to smack her ass." Tim smiles as Tom takes your hand, dragging you out from under Tim's arm, and out into the hallway. He kisses your cheek,
"So where would you like to eat baby? I think I'm gonna make all day about you." Smiling up at him, you kiss his jaw,
"I'm happy with whatever you want. You deserve it because you're the best." You tell him. He hums, kissing you softly,
"Beautiful girl." He murmurs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek again before he's ushering you out, with Timmy in tow.