TASM Harry Osborn x reader

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"Fucking hell.." you mumbled raising a hand to your head, you looked up at Harry, seemingly pleased with himself, you moved your head slightly up, kissing him on the cheek, letting him know you were up, "morning sunshine, you have like thirty missed calls from Gwen by the way" he handed you your phone,
Gwen :p
Hey have you seen Harry? Peter said he didn't come to dinner
Y/n????
Y/N!
Answer!
I'm coming over. See you in 10
"Fuck!" You yelled out, picking up a shirt off the ground you slid it over your head and slid on some socks, looking the mirror to smooth out your hair your eyes widened at the sight of the load of purple and red marks all over your neck, "Harry, how am I going to explain this to Gwen?" You asked him in a sarcastic tone, he pointed at his neck and jaw,
"How am I going to explain this to my work and Peter?" He asked laughing, then you heard a knock at the door, "Be quiet," you quietly stated pointing a finger at him before running out to see Gwen, "Y/n! I- what's that?" She pointed at your neck, her face lit up,
"Nothing! No ones here Gwen!" You rushed, but she pushed past you into your apartment, heading straight for your bedroom, you ran after her trying to keep her from seeing Harry in your bed, if she saw him she'd never let you live it down but to your surprise, no one was there, Harry's clothes were gone, bed made and no sight of the blonde, when your phone went off you felt a sigh of release
Harry ;)
Thank god for fire exits, Meet me for lunch at 12:30 I'll pick you up
At least last night didn't ruin your dynamic, "Anyways Peter said Harry didn't show for their bowling and dinner thing or something and he got worried,get him to text Peter if you can" she blurted walking out, "Oh never mind he's going to peters place now, I'll see you later y/n" she stated walking out. Relief flooded over you until you realised Peter would see Harry, tell Gwen and she'd put the pieces together, you went to text Harry when you realised it was already 10, "fuck? You mumbled grabbing clothes and walking to the bathroom to have a nice hot shower, finally relaxed you realised how fucking much your legs and in between them hurt, no heels today then. You got out, drying and curling your hair and applying light makeup to your face and covering your neck with concealer, it was sort of cold out so you wore a short cami dress with converse and a light cardigan, you grabbed your satchel ran outside, 11:50, nice. You spent the next ten minutes on your phone texting Gwen and Peter while listening to music through your mp3 before a fancy black car pulled up, the tinted window wound down, revealing a happy looking Harry in the backseat, "Get in," he cooed out to you, you eagerly pulled out your earbuds and jumped in the car, again he was all dressed up in black suit pants with a long sleeved black button up, but he had a tie on this time, "am I underdressed? And who's driving?" You asked Harry in confusion, "that's Henry, my driver, and don't worry about it" he replied, "you have a driver? That's so cool" you exclaimed looking out the window,
"Oh, last night?" He looked over at you blankly, you hummed signalling for him to continue, "we should do that more often" he laughed, putting his hand on your thigh, you looked gently at him, red marks littered his neck, "thank you, for inviting me out" you smiled up at him, placing a small kiss on his jaw, moving back you watched his Adam's apple bob as you straightened his collar,  he moved his free hand up your neck, caressing your face, "you looked beautiful this morning" he started, "naked, no makeup and all marked up, I'd like to see that more often" he finished, you felt your face heating up as he turned his attention out the window.
The car came to an abrupt stop out the front of a fancy looking Korean barbecue, you heard your door being opened and saw Harry smiling, offering you his hand, you stepped out with him, a smile spreading across your face as you walked into the large restaurant, "reservation for Harry Osborn" he said to the waitress, 'what a familiar name' you thought. she searched her tablet and lead the two of you over to a nice window seat, "it's so pretty here" you beamed looking around, murals covered most of the walls and delicate wooden chairs with matching tables looked like a Pinterest board, "So, since I've been to your house, I'd like it if you'd come to mine after this," he smiley carefully,
"I'd love that, Harry" you smiled back, "I think I'll get the pork package, and an Omija tea" you said to him, placing your menu down and snatching his free hand off the counter, playing with his fingers in your hands, "I can't read with you doing that, I'll just get what your getting" he said playfully, waving a waiter over to place the order, He gently took his hand out yours, shooting you an apologetic look to hand back the menus, grabbing your hands again once his hands were empty, smiling as he fiddled with your ring, He pulled your hands up to his lips and gently kissed your knuckles.
Lunch was great, Harry's little comments about the art and how pretty you looked drove you insane, and holy shit was the food good, you'd gone to fix your make up and when you came back you found out he'd paid for both of your meals, you told he didn't have to do that but he continued to tell you how it was only sixty dollars for everything and that it was fine, and you'd spent the whole twenty minute car ride apologising for him spending his money on you.