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WIP LIST SHOW AND TELL
Ooooo boy, was tagged by @cocoamoonmalfoy and @storybookholland for a wip list!
Wow! I have more than I realized that I actually work on. A lot of these I am bouncing around and adding to them here and there weekly when I have a chance to write. I love a lot of them and can’t wait to share them with you all!
PETER PARKER (aka Spider-Man 😂)
I Knew You || a mini series
The Time You Took (From Us) || post nwh
Kind of Amazing || smut 🙃
Eyes on Me || my on going blurb series
Thrive || superpowers!reader - identity reveal
Don’t Break The Mona Lisa || a mini series (or really long oneshot. Haven’t decided.)
Champagne and Whiskey || a series (rated R for smut)
Psycho || villain!reader
Aranea || Hogwarts AU
HARRISON OSTERFIELD (aka Look. At. His. Eyes. 😮‍💨)
Bad Habits || smut - vampire!haz 🧛
I Totally Thought… || friends to lovers 😉
THE IRREGULARS (aka My Favorite Found Family 🥰)
The Fountain of Ichor || part 5 & the epilogue
Wicked Ones || part 2
Come talk to me about them! This writer feeds off comments and curiosity 😃
No pressure at all for anyone I tag: @hotforharrison @hogwartsmarvelmommy @violetlilysunshine @tommysparker and anyone else who wants to show their work off! 😃
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fanficparker · 3 years
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Hey! Can I request for a Haz x shy!reader where they go to his house to meet his family and she is all nervous or probably makes a mistake and is like, “your family must hate me now” and Haz comforts her? asasjajskkssjsk
LOVE SO SOFT // H.O.
Boyfriend!Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.7k words
Warnings: A little bit of blood, minor injury, anxious reader, loads of FLUFF, hurt/comfort
A/N: I made it a complete one-shot, haha. Hope, you like it :)
Summary: It starts on a crisp winter morning with a rose. It continues on a lazy summer afternoon with a bouquet. It doesn’t end on a pouring monsoon evening even with those three magic words.
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Sometimes the thing you are searching the most in your life, never comes to you, no matter how hard you try to find it. But when you finally give up and stop searching for it, it may just right there, find you itself.
That thing was love in the case of Harrison.
IT HAPPENED ON ONE COLD CRISP MORNING. He was brisk walking on the pavement, enjoying the cool wind hitting his face when he was stopped by a little "Excuse me!"
He stopped and plugged the earphones out of his ears, turning to find a woman around his age, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
"Yeah?" He asked, shifting her eyes from the paper to his face.
"Er..." She walked closer. He could sense a brief hesitation in her movement, nevertheless, she stood in front of him, speaking - "Do you have any idea where this (she read out from the paper) Mi-Michi and Mavey's Bookstore is?"
The name seemed familiar to his ears. Before he could think any further, she interrupted him: "It's near some Burger shop... I forgot its name."
The bells rang this time.
"Yeah... It on the opposite side of the post office to the left!"
Oh, of course, she didn't know where that was either. He could tell by her expressions. She must be new here.
"Thank you." She smiled, though. He could again read the hesitation in her voice and movements. She was moving away from him, walking towards the wrong direction, away from the bookstore, from the post office. And that's when he offered to walk her there.
He wasn't looking out for anything that day. He wasn't looking out to talk to her. To notice the slight smile on her lips, or the great complimenting colour outfit she was wearing. Or the way she hid her embarrassment over small things. Or the rose she gave him either.
The rose.
Yes, it was the rose that did it all.
He wasn't expecting anything more than a thank you. And definitely nothing like a flower, a rose specifically.
When they stopped outside the bookstore, she did say thank you, but she also fiddled inside the handbag she was carrying. She plucked out a pink rose and handed it to him. He couldn't deny it because he never had learned to expect it in the first place.
Someone just gave him a rose. Someone he didn't even know the name of.
"Wait... What's your name?"
But she had got inside the bookstore and he had some urgent errands to run.
There was a shop tag attached to that rose. He could read it. He knew where to find her again. He did find her again.
And then again and again...
IT HAPPENED ON ONE HOT LAZY AFTERNOON. He had brought a red rose bouquet for her. How stupid it can be? After all, she worked here in a flower shop.
"You know this a flower shop, right?" She leaned across the counter, biting her lip.
"Yup, but this is not for you." He smirked while her face grew panicky.
"Tis' for my girlfriend..." He whispered, pecking at the base of the bouquet.
Not for her... She tried to push away the feeling of her heart ripping apart inside her rib cage.
It was okay; she told herself. She wasn't expecting him to fall in love for her like the way she did for him.
It was okay. She tried to smile.
"Oh... Th-that's great!" She showed some fake enthusiasm.
It was okay.
"I-I will like to meet her someday."
He noticed the hesitation again. But this time he wanted that. He watched her as she pretended, pretended to not care, to be happy for him.
It was too much.
"You can take that spot though and get these for yourself..." He sucked in a deep breath, "Be my girlfriend."
They kissed that day at the back of the shop in that narrow alleyway, slowly and passionately. Softly and hesitantly. Shyly and confidently.
They kissed again.
And then again and again...
IT HAPPENED ON ONE POURING MONSOON EVENING. He invited her to meet his family. She hesitated again. He had held her hand, not wanting to let go.
"Please... They will love you."
She still hesitated, not wanting to meet just yet. She was ready before they actually stepped on the front porch. She literally spent two hours getting ready. But now...
"Please... For me?"
His eyes, the way they glimmered and pleaded, was again too much. He was always too much for her. She closed her eyes and pressed the door-bell. Her smile was strained when his mom welcomed her. Her heart was pounding when she hugged her. She was anxious upon removing her wet sandals, afraid if the wooden floor got dirty.
Harrison noticed again. He dumped the umbrella in the stand and stood close to her, his palm stroking her bicep, shooting her a smile which did all the magic.
She heard the unspoken message in his actions.
It's going to be okay.
Should she wait at the dinner table or help his family in the kitchen? It became the question that bothered her after a few minutes of positive interaction, draining all the optimism she had gathered. It became awkward when both his mum and sister left for the kitchen. It became weirder when he followed them, leaving her alone near the dining area.
Playing with the hem of her long sleeves was no more a suitable pass time. She didn't want to chip off the nail paint she applied so intricately. When the noise of a metal spoon or spatula falling to the kitchen floor reached her ears, that was it for her. She walked to the kitchen, desperate to get involved in whatever Harrison and his family were doing.
"Sorry, love. We should have arranged everything on time, but it got a bit delayed." His mum addressed her apologetically.
"Harrison, why don't you spend time with her?" She asked him next.
"Uh---"
"No problem. I was just... bored... thought I could be of any help?" She smiled, joining them inside the kitchen, standing beside her lover, finding something to do.
"I can chop the salad?" She offered when her eyes landed on the uncut vegetables lying over the chopping board.
"Sure..."
They were talking and laughing. So far, so good. His sister was stirring the soup on the stove. He and his mum were arranging the plates and crockery while she was cutting the tomatoes and the green vegetables.
"You can use the serrated knife for the tomatoes. It would be easier." His sister suggested.
"It's fine." She placed a tomato on the board after removing its core and started running the blade vertically. She needed to impress them, flex her chopping abilities. She went on faster, slicing the large tomatoes one after another. Until the knife slipped off and ran across her finger instead. No, the tomatoes were too soft and juicy for that kind of cutting.
The knife dropped on the floor with a sharp noise, diverting all their attention to hers.
"You oka-"
"Yeah. I will just use the bathroom," She excused herself, moving at a pace that was something between running and walking.
Opening the tap of the basin, she let the blood wash off her finger. It was a minor cut but deep. Upon hearing Harrison's voice calling her outside, she turned off the tap instantly and searched the cabinet to find some cotton and rubbing alcohol.
She walked outside, pressing the cotton over her wound, hiding it from Harrison's vision.
"Are you hurt?"
What?
"No. Of course, not." She let out a burst of staggering laughter, trying to surface the lie.
He hummed, pausing for a second, looking into her eyes. She refused to meet his icy-blue ones, clenching her fist tighter to ease the stinging pain.
"There was some blood on the board."
And now Harrison found her outright lying, hiding things. She had read on various online articles how for many people this was the end of the trust. All she wanted was to look good in his family's eyes and they must have come to know about her carelessness too. She even rejected his sister's advice.
Instead, she received a hug. Harrison had softly pushed her back into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her body, keeping his head on her shoulder.
"I told you it was going to be okay..." He whispered below her ear, softly blowing some stray hair off that area.
"It didn't go okay though," She could feel her voice breaking.
"What didn't go okay, love? All I see is my family being absolutely fond of you." He kissed at the spot below her ear, his favourite place to kiss her.
"I just... made a fool of myself. I am such a noob."
He giggled at the choice of her words.
"No, you are not," He stepped in front of her, lifting her chin with his fingers.
"First, cutting yourself while chopping isn't a big deal. And second, even if you were a noob (he made a dorky face at the word, pouting dramatically), I don't see how it will make you a fool. Come on Y/n, we are here to meet my family not to give an exam." He wiped the little wetness on her eye-lashes and leaned in to peck her over her eyelids.
"I love you, you know that, right?"
Her heart again thudded inside her chest. He just said those three magic words for the first time or was she hearing wrong... She nodded instead, unable to say anything back.
"So, no need to feel embarrassed. And now get me your hand. Let me fix it real fast."
He made her sit over the counter and wrapped a band-aid over the cut. Meanwhile, she still thought of the words, dreading to reply.
"We good to go?"
"Huh?" She realised she was blankly staring at his face. "Er... Yeah."
She jumped off the counter as he walked towards the door.
"Hey, Harrison?"
He stopped at her voice and turned to see her walking towards him.
"I love you too." She said, pressing a kiss over his lips.
He was smiling into the kiss.
She bet she could make him smile again and again. And she did.
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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years
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ocean eyes | ho x fem!reader (merman au)
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credits to myself for the moodboard
Summary: Sometimes, having a crush might be a difficult matter to deal with... even more when the aforesaid crush turned to not be who you thought it was at first sight. 
Warnings: mention of ANGST (suicidal thoughts), language, SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddo), lots of gridding and PDA, oral (fem receiving) and a glimpse of handjob.
Word Count: 8.7k (oh my what)
A/N: So... I’M BACK BABYYY, with some hot stuff too 🔥✨ And particularly with this quite original AU that was sleeping in my drafts for like two months and more… oopsie? 😂😅 Also I felt like our Hazza boy needed some love so here we gooo 👀 But oh lord is it good to be back to writing again! Thank you again to all of you who supported me and made me want to come back here 🥺💕 I’d be nothing without you all… So please, enjoy this oneshot, show me your support and there is also a brand new taglist below you can subscribe to if you like my writings (or you can definitely turn your notifications on to know each time I post) 😌🙏🏻
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“Tom, are you sure he's going to be there?”
“I promise (Y/N), I made sure to have Harry and Sam ask just in case. I'm pretty sure he’d be coming only to show off a little and for the free booze as always, but he will be there nonetheless.”
You couldn't help the giddy smile that spread to your lips, clasping your hands together with excitement. Tom was your best friend for three years now and definitely the best wingman you ever knew - true to the rumours, as the brunette was making sure the person you couldn't stop thinking about would participate at this (quite extravagant) vacation Tom decided to organise in the Maldives.
That person had been at a previous get together you had with some friends but as strange as it may have seemed, once knowing his outgoing personality he was such a loner and that made him hard to approach. Harrison, Tom’s best friend. Around your age and incredibly handsome that you couldn't get him out of your mind. These nice blonde locks of hair that turned slightly darker now, slightly curly when too long, a well toned body and not to mention the brightness of his blue eyes, almost translucent but reminding you of the vastness of the ocean.
That boy completely stole your heart... and didn’t really speak to you that much.
It was not that you didn't try to talk to Harrison before but most of the time, he would just ignore you or at some point look disinterested in his surrounding until he would just leave. Today you were more determined. And even if the blond man came off like a snob or a jerk - Tom assuring you he was not at all -, you really wanted to take some time to get to know him.
“Thanks for asking me to join the trip, Tom” you said, “I can't believe you suddenly felt like “taking a break and let’s get wild and free to the Maldives’ really” you beamed excitedly, trotting before your brunette friend while taking a whiff of the air, completely infatuated with the smell of the salty ocean water in the distance.
“Come on, that’s all fine (Y/N)” smiled Tom as he joined your side, “you needed that little vacation anyway.”
“You’re such a div, really… Moviestar...”
“Hey! Don’t call me that now!”
Laughing, you both trailed up the floorboard pathway on the white sand that leaded to the beautiful couples of straw huts on piles. The little floating houses were already teeming with lots of people, most faces you definitely didn’t know at all but you still managed to catch sight of Tom’s twin brothers and some other mutuals friends of yours. A smiling Maldives’ waiter welcomed and guided both of you down the plank pathway to the first straw hut where at least twenty people were already dancing and enjoying themselves. After seeing how extravagant this kind of party could be, you almost regretted wearing a simple white beach dress with your bikini underneath, but everyone else was dressed as casual as you were as well so you felt much better.
After grabbing some punch and chatting with your friends you (finally) found for a bit, you kept looking around for Harrison but it looked like he didn’t arrived yet. At least that was what you thought until you spotted him in the shadow of another straw hut further away, leaning on the rails and staring out at the crystal clear ocean. He was alone there, away from the loud music coming from the other huts mixed with the constant laughers of the guests. You’ve never been more happy to finally find him that you were not going to let any shyness hold you back, and then you made your slow approach towards him.
“Hey Harrison, it's nice to see you again” you began, trying to not seem too excited. “I didn't know you were going to be here...” you lied through your teeth but it was a small white one, as you stepped up next to his right side.
Harrison’s cheek tilted in your direction for the briefest of seconds, giving you a small moment to admire his bright eyes before quickly turning away. A frown ghosted over your lips but you held your ground, trying to start a small conversation with him but nothing you said seemed to interest him. After several minutes of trying and failing just to get him to speak, you leaned out and looked at the water before whispering.
“You must really like the ocean...”
“I fuckin’ hate the ocean” Harrison snapped, startling you it almost made you jump backwards.
His voice was a lot deeper than you imagined, such a tone with a pretty defined accent could charm you right out of your clothes with very little effort. You shook your head at such misplaced thoughts before looking up at his face as Harrison was glaring spitefully into the distance, both his hands gripping the wood banister as if ready to rip it in half.
You never saw such a troubled expression before that you instinctively grabbed the blonde’s wrist and gave his hand a tug.
“If you don't like the ocean, stop giving it your attention and enjoy the party” you interrupted his train of thoughts, surprising yourself by such boldness. “Come dance with me, I promise I'm not as clumsy as I look.”
It was astonishing even to yourself that Harrison allowed you to pull him away to guide him over the center of the empty straw hut you were both in.
“You may have a very goofy face, so I bet you really are clumsy” the blond man snorted, his fine lips quirking up into a grin but you didn't mind at all, specially since he just looked so dreamy with that teasing smile on his face.
You giggled while taking more initiative by sliding one hand around his hip and taking his own in the other, your heart skipped a beat at the way Harrison interlocked your fingers together with his.
“You better not step on my feet” he warned, before sighing, “... not promising I won’t, though.”
Giggling, you immediately took the lead as Harrison slid his other hand to the middle of your back. You gladly fell into his steps, doing your best to prove you at least had some sophistication. No doubt in your mind, you'd be so embarrassed if you did actually step on his foot. On the other hand, Harrison had the perfect build for dancing, even if it felt like he wasn't exactly sure about what he was doing at the moment. It wasn't like it was hard though, just simple stepping you both back and forth to the music with the occasional spin was all he had to do. But still, dancing was not an easy matter for anyone.
Eventually it seemed very natural to step closer to each other, resting your hands on his hips while his own swayed down to your lower back before settling on the curve that started the shape of your bottom. You moved together, getting lost in the heat of his build upper body, unable to stop the hopeful feelings boiling inside.
The music switched to a more beat heavy and bopping rhythm, so you detached only to turn in his grasp and sway your hips back and forth against him. It took literally less than a second for his own hands to slide around your waist and maneuver your behind to rub up against his crotch. Both of you tuned the world out and danced so intimately, it felt like nothing else mattered.
“Maybe you were right, you don't have two left feet after all” Harrison mumbled against the back of your head, pulling his hands back just enough to hold your hips tight and sway you from side to side.
You blushed softly at the way the blond boy curved you into his taller more muscular shape, the heat of his hands and skin giving you courage to delicately rest your own hands on his own hips and meet his movements.
“Thanks, but I'm just following your lead… It feels really nice to dance with you” you whispered to him, momentarily closing your eyes as you leaned back against his chest. "My name is (Y/N), by the way. Tom’s friend. Uhm, I tried talking to you back then at the Brighton party from a few weeks ago but—” you trailed off, forcing an awkward smile even if Harrison couldn't see your face.
“I remember you” Harrison cut off. He huffed, his grip suddenly tightening against your stomach before he purposefully felt down the shape of your legs along your soft dress. “The chatterbox who talked to me for like fifteen minutes even though I never said a word back.”
“O-oh…”
The forlorn tone in your voice was unmistakable as you pulled away from his grasp and tried to excuse yourself.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to bother you… I just wanted to talk…”
Your eyes became a bit glossy. You truly hoped Harrison would remember you but it didn't sound like you left a good first impression. But then his firm hand latched onto your wrist, halting your movement before you could step too far away and instantly yanked you back hard enough to stumble into his chest.
“I never said you could leave, (Y/N)...”
With purpose his other hand slid down to the bottom of your ass, making sure you couldn't escape as he held you still, tightly.
“If you haven't noticed, right now we are doing more than talking. You invited me to dance... s-so let’s dance.”
Once again, you followed his lead as the blond boy began moving you both around the hut. One of your hands was pressing flatly against his chest but soon it slowly shifted up to his shoulder, meeting his movement and curving your body into the posture of his own. It was both heart racing and felt so natural to dance with him that you didn’t really know far that long.
Some time passing, you talked with Harrison while dancing and, like you had promised yourself, got to know him a little more. At first, the boy was the one to ask you tons of questions, not really letting you a second to ask something back but after a bit, you learned that Harrison was an actor, slowly making his place into the industry and the current big project he was working on. He also only came here because the boy like partying in general, also for Tom obviously and for the drinks.
It made you smile, Tom's first hypothesis being correct but you didn't really care about Harrison’s reasons. All that mattered now was that he actually came and was here, with you. He even offered a small excuse for why he was so silent when you tried to talk to him a few weeks ago, as the blonde man had a really stressful day on set and knew if he opened his mouth, it would just be party pooper.
“It's never pleasant for anyone when I'm in a bad mood. So I just stayed silent, but you just went on and on… It was quite entertaining to watch you though” Harrison snickered, watching you puff out your cheeks and call him a jerk for not saying at least something to you, leaving out the part where you thought he was just some player and you weren't pretty enough for him.
Eventually you both got tired of dancing after several songs and went to sit on the stairs which leaded to the sea. While going, you also got a silent thumbs up from a dancing and slightly drunk Tom in another straw hut whom seemed to be wishing you luck, which you were grateful for.
After talking a little more on the wooden stairs, the ocean breeze just felt and smelled really delightful that you pointed down to the wharf and turned to Harrison with a bright hopeful smile.
“We should go for a walk down by the beach!”
“Really now?” Harrison scowled, turning his face away. “The damn ocean is already surrounded us now, why would you even go walk along it…”
With a sigh the boy stood, shoving both of his hands in his dark bermuda pockets and walking away. A frown formed on your lips turning away to grip the bottom of your dress, trying to remain strong as you weren't going to beg him for sure.
“Fine. I'll go by myself… I-I can enjoy the moonlight even if I'm alone.”
Harrison turned back, watching you not even spare him another glance before carefully taking the steps down the hut you were to then walk onto another flootboard path to the front of the beach. Once back on land, you slid off your sandals and smiled at the soft feeling of the still warm sand beneath your feet.
The ocean breeze rustled through your loose hair and the salty smell of the water wafted into your nose as you walked along by the edge of the waves. The cold and clear water lapped at your feet and over your ankles, before you stopped and looked up at the luminous moon casting a beautiful bright glow down against the surface of the water. With a subtle turn, you glanced at both your sides before a small tear ebbed down your cheek.
“I'm always alone… does anyone actually see me?”
You got to dance with who you can qualify as your crush and he finally talked to you tonight… and yet, you were still not satisfied. Way far from being satisfied. You have friends for course, but no one can see how much you were hurt deep inside.
I wish I could just walk out into the ocean and never come back.
Lifting your legs you took a step or two towards the glorious and vast ocean, only to have a warm hand suddenly grab a hold of your wrist. Turning, your eyes widen at the sight of Harrison’s diamond orbs, a tear involuntarily gliding down your cheek that you quickly wiped away with an abrupt turn.
“I see you, (Y/N)” the blonde man said, simply tugging your hand and getting you to step out of the path of the oncoming calm waves so he wouldn't get wet.
“You wanted to walk, right? So let’s walk, come on...”
With a tight but not harsh grip on your hand, Harrison interlocked your fingers and nearly dragged you along beside him as you stepped further down the immense beach of the island.
You'd never been more grateful that Harrison didn’t called attention to the fact that you were crying, even if he clearly heard what you said for sure. The warmth of his palm and slender fingers were incredibly soothing to the loneliness inside your heart. Without even a second thought, you indulged sliding your other hand around his elbow and laying your head on his shoulder.
Just for a moment, that’s all I need...
His beautiful eyes casted down to the top of your head, gritting his teeth wondering why he just couldn't leave you alone... even though the boy had no intention of getting this close to anyone. Harrison leaded the way slowly further down the beach, avoiding the waves and glaring spitefully at the water, hopefully he wouldn't have to get any closer to it, this being his only goal at the moment.
“... thank you.”
“I didn't do anything.”
You smiled slowly detaching from his shoulder, until your hands were the only thing still connected. Even in pure silent but with the sound of the waves in the background, it felt peaceful and not being alone was just a million times better than the expansive loneliness you were consumed with a minute ago. Taking a small leap you pointed up to the wharf and ask if you can walk up there together.
Harrison flared his nostrils but still took you both over to the stairs, guiding your way up until you were walking along the light wooden platform. Slowly you started talking again, realizing for some reason you were just so comfortable with him even if this was only the second time you’ve met within the span of a few weeks.
Even if Harrison had somehow a bit of a moody attitude, you could tell he was not a bad company. When his handsome facial features were fully relaxed and able to laugh and smile, those were some of the best moments but it felt like he had troubles opening up and letting himself have fun.
With the moon at your back and being alone with him, the moment felt so right. So you worked up the courage to ask him “the” question you wanted to since the first time you met. Letting go of his hand you stepped in front of him, pushing back your hair that was becoming delightfully frazzled by the ocean breeze and smiled at him, shyly.
“Harrison, I was wondering… if you had a girlfriend—”
“I do.”
“Oh...” you whispered, the smile on your face faltering for the briefest of seconds but you quickly recovered, not letting it bring you down before you turned around and held your hands behind your back. “I... expected a handsome guy like you to be taken, so I'm honestly not surprised.”
There was suddenly a heavy pang inside your chest, but you couldn’t ask for anything more than what Harrison had already given you.
“I had fun dancing with you, and also got you, the brick wall, to talk” you said while turning back to face the blonde with a gentle expression. “I-I, well I basically had a crush on you— I know it's pretty silly… but you were kind to me in your own way, so thank you. I promise I won’t bother you a-anymore…”
The expression on Harrison’s face kind of made him hard to read, but you were honestly trying to not look as you walk past him, briefly grazing against his hand before trying to make your grand escape.
The thump in your chest throbbed so loudly that it was rather painful and the only thing you could focus on, which was why it startled you so much when the blonde man abruptly turned and grabbed your elbow that your foot missed the platform while you tried to pull away. The next thing you knew was that you were plummeting off the side of the wharf, panic flaring into your eyes and desperately trying to grab onto his arm.
But it was too late. And you were now falling in the ocean.
You squealed in fear, watching Harrison not even waste a single second before diving in after you. Both of his muscled arms wrapped around your body and switched your positions so he was bracing your fall, as you both smacked into the cold waves of the water and instantly sinked below the surface.
It took you a moment but your eyes slowly opened under the cold water, feeling jarred and vision momentarily blurry before they focused on Harrison. Bubbles flubbed from your lips as you called to him and waded through the water until you were finally right in front of him. His expression churned your heart as the boy looked so utterly distressed, so you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and lift his head to focus on you...
But then, you trailed down and immediately thought this must be a dream.
Below his toned torso was displayed a long and beautiful turquoise colored tail fin covered in scales, a mixed of varied shades of blue shimmering with the moon ray. It was as bright as a freshly full moon, flowered out like it was encased in multiple diamonds. It was definitely the prettiest thing you have ever seen, that you couldn’t help yourself but glide your hand down to pet along its base.
Your fingers barely got to note that bumpy texture before Harrison grabbed your hand and placed his own against your cheek. Your skin warmed as the blond boy pulled you closer and shook his head, a troubled look on his face that you had no idea how to help him before he parted his lips and spoke directly to you, no bubbles coming out of his mouth, just words.
“Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!”
His words were like a stab to your heart that you just darted forward to wrap both arms around his frame, sliding your head over his shoulder flubbing “I'm sorry” to him over and over, until your body started to fall lax and your eyes slid closed, the need for oxygen overwhelming your body. Everything began to fade until you felt him grip your hips, wading his fin back and forth until you were above the water and coughing for air.
With a shove Harrison detached you from his body, watching as the waves carry you back to the shore by the beach. Your eyes fluttered a thousand times, panting and trying to exert more air back into your waterlogged lungs, before focusing on him. The moment your lips parted to call him out, you noted the angry expression on his face before the blond merman turned and dived down back into the water, swimming away at the speed of light.
“W-wait! Please, Harrison!”
You stood there, looking back and forth and as far out into the ocean as your eyes possibly could but Harrison was long gone by now.
“... Please, come back” you slowly whispered, gripping both of your hands over the front of your now heavy and completely soaked dress.
The way your heart thumped into overdrive was almost as painful as the heartbreak you experienced just moments before the fall.
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After sitting on the shore for the longest time, hoping with all your heart that the blond boy would come back, it became obvious after nearly an hour that he wasn't going to return. Shivering, you walked back towards the main straw hut and waved off all of your friends’ concerns, saying you just went for a little dip in the water.
The party winded down after awhile with everyone departing and respectively returning to their hotel. You went back and waited like a lost puppy on the wharf for Harrison as long as you could, looking out into the expansive beautiful blue ocean and slowly starting to realize why he hated it and didn't want to be anywhere near it.
It’s my fault. He didn't want anyone to know and I forced him to follow me around. He probably hates me now… but I'd just like to know if he's okay.
“(Y/N)!” Tom called out, joining and sliding himself next to you on the wharf. “I was about to head back to the hotel. Want to walk back together?”
He had such a kind and tender smile on his face, almost able to appease you with his slight rosy cheeks due to all the booze he had consumed. If only you'd fallen for someone as gentle and funny as him, maybe you wouldn't be longing for an elusive handsome merman right now.
“Thanks for the offer Tom, but… I think I'd like to stay a little longer, if that’s alright” you spoke softly, trailing off why you wanted to torture yourself any longer but you just hoped so much Harrison would come back.
“That’s totally fine, darling. Some people are still at the party, but don’t hesitate to text me if you want me to come back to not walk alone. Or I can even ask a staff member of our hotel to come here and escort you if you prefer. Just tell me, okay (Y/N)?”
You'd never been more grateful to have a friend you can trust like Tom; lovely, helpful and kind hearted. Stepping forward you surprised him with a hug and a soft thank you. After that, Tom said his goodbye's and left. You waited on the wharf another hour by walking back and forth to look at both sides of it, before deciding to sit at the edge. Almost another hour went by and now, it must of been nearly midnight as your doubts were high that the mysterious Harrison most certainly had no desire to ever see you ever again.
The party in the straw huts finally died down, the staff from the restaurant on the island now actively cleaning the mess done by the guests. Eventually, you laid down on the hard floorboard wharf with heavy thoughts that lulled you into a sleep where you dreamed about the warm and enamoring feelings of dancing against his toned and protective frame.
Some time later the sound of steps resonated on the wooden wharf, soon followed by a heavy sigh as someone bended down next to your side, running delicately the back of his knuckles along your cheek.
“I thought you would have left by now… silly.”
The mesmerizing deep octave of his voice jared you awake, a soft smile curving up on your lips at the sight of his astonishing emerald eyes. The blond man frowned before standing up and pulling away, turning around to immediately walk away from you but you suddenly jolted up to grab the back of his pastel hoodie he was now wearing, desperation in your fingertips.
“I'm sorry, Harrison— I… it's my fault. I won’t tell anyone, I promise—”
“Is that all you wanted to say?”
Harrison’s voice was monotone but his face was full of an abundance of emotions he just didn’t want you to see now.
“Y-Yes…” you whispered, letting go of his hoodie. “... I also just wanted to make sure you were okay, and that you didn’t get hurt…”
You smiled softly stepping up to his backside, placing your forehead against the middle of his back indulging for just a moment.
“Your fin is incredibly beautiful…”
One of his hands clenched over his heart, his brows furrowing together while he gnashed his teeth. When you let go and stepped back, the loss of your heat was actually incredibly startling as Harrison turned towards you, to then notice you already began walking away.
“I'm sorry for annoying you… I'll lea—”
“Stop apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong!” Harrison suddenly hissed, latching his hands onto your body from behind gripping your waist so tight it nearly felt like he was trembling.
The gruff sound of his voice had you flinching and your cheeks warming as he buried his astute chin into the fluffy tresses atop your head. His strong and tight grip seemed almost desperate that you weren't sure what to do but your fingers gently layered over his hands, petting and caressing his knuckles. Slowly, the blond man relaxed until his hold was lax enough for you to turn around and look up at his troubled expression. With a smile, you slid your arms around him and gave him a startling hug.
“I know you probably don't like hugs but… they can make people feel better sometimes.”
Such a soft sentence had his expression soften before his own hands slid up around your back, holding you snugly against his muscular chest. His heart was tranquil and steady like the ocean, maybe even as soothing as those blue waves as well. Harrison even had a delightful soft scent that was kind of addicting.
After a few moments, you parted while looking up at his rugged and handsome face. Those translucent and shining orbs were so alluring, so mesmerizing that within just a few seconds, you were leaning forward and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes until your lips were pressed against each other. His slender digits instantly cupped your cheek and slid the other into your hair where he returned the kiss full force.
Warmth washed over your body and simultaneously the words he'd spoken to you before, that had you detaching so abruptly that Harrison literally growled like a wolf full of primal desire.
“I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that… But you have a girlfriend… b-but I can't stop myself from falling for you—”
You tried to turn away, but a yelp of utter surprise escaped your lips as the blonde boy tossed you down and pinned you against the floorboards of the wharf, not harshly to not hurt you.
“You're really naive, I don't have a girlfriend” Harrison rasped, cutting off whatever you wanted to say with another rough kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your startled whimper at his sudden furry. However you weren't about to stop him with the revelation that he lied to you.
The moment his hands let go of your wrist, they lifted and hazed right into the back of his messy dark blonde locks. Both of his own paws trailed lustfully down the shape of your womanly curves before pushing apart your legs and sliding his frame in between. Your skin warmed at the intimate contact of your lower halves pressing together, letting out the smallest moan.
“I don't want to get close to anyone, but you… You don't want to leave me alone or get out of my damn mind” Harrison husked, latching onto your bottom lip as he pulled away, giving it a nibble rough enough to have drool ebbing down your chin.
You panted up at him as the blonde man leaned down and trailed his lips along the soft skin of your neck.
"Ah— Harrison, I j-just wanted to get to know you” you murmured blushing, instinctively tilting your head unable to deny the want inside to feel more of his lips as he sucked on a tender piece of flesh here and there, until you could feel small love bites warming your neck.
“Then let’s get to know each other more… I'll start by getting to know your body, since you saw a part of mine I never wanted anyone else to see” Harrison hazed with a husky layer of desire, biting into the ridge of your ear while purposefully groping over the shape of your breasts, slithering his other hand up your dress.
A soft moan escaped your lips as he felt along the curves of your body, where you couldn't bring yourself to deny him and instead pushed at the back of his head just to press your lips back together. You could feel him smirking as Harrison gladly kissed you over and over again while feeling along the shape of your womanhood against your bikini bottoms.
“Ehem, excuse me but—”
Someone’s voice caught both your attention, trying to pause both of you as delicately as possible but your face was still incredibly red when your eyes locked with a waiter from the party as he found you in such a compromising position.
Pushing at Harrison’s chest you got him to sit up, even though he looked very displeased, but you merely grabbed his hand and pulled him along beside you.
“I'm s-sorry! We didn't mean to—… out here!” you softly apologized to the poor waiter but he shook his head, even if his face was slightly pink.
You were grateful you didn’t get caught into a way more embarrassing position, as you delicately leaded you both down the wharf to set foot on the sand again. Harrison didn’t said a single word but it seemed that the blond man was waiting for you to get further away from the restaurant, still along the beach before slamming you up against the closest palm tree, growling about how annoyed he was to be interrupted.
He snapped forward like a viper and claimed many more hot and heavy kisses, while sliding both hands around your hips and gripping the bottom of your ass to press you into his body as hard as possible. You whimpered at his roughness but tried to answer to his fervor, holding around his shoulders and neck as tightly as you could muster.
Sliding down your jaw Harrison bit into the side of your neck, pushing up your summer dress and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, just so he could grind against your thinly clothed core to his heart content.
“O-Oh! Harrison!” you mewled to him with heavy desire laced in your breath, tossing your head back as you felt how hard he was already in accurate details.
The blonde boy grinned wickedly, relieved you were a woman who could admit your pleasures and not be utterly shy about them. Extending his tongue he lapped slickly along your neck, trailing back up your jaw until you were kissing feverishly once again. His hips swayed back and forth, rocking into your body a most pleasurable rhythm that would of been even better if Harrison was actually taking you right here right now, but the stimulation was there and it was driving you insane.
You moaned into Harrison’s mouth, unhinged until he pulled away and watched you make erotic overstimulated faces and whimper about how close you were already, which had his ocean eyes wild with primal desire.
“Gonna cum already?” teased the blonde merman, never slowing down while pressing the tip of his still clothed girth up and down your slit over and over again. “We only began and yet I can feel how badly you're twitching already...”
You whined loudly at how unfair his words were, gripping the top of his hoodie for dear life as he bounced you into him until you reached the most startling orgasm unraveled. Harrison chuckled as you felt lax over his shoulder, before licking the ridge of your ear.
“Mhm, we're just getting started, (Y/N)... Hold on tight.”
A tired smile formed on your lips as you circled around him with both of your arms and legs, and let him carry you back… to the hotel you’re staying at. Your mind wanders a few seconds about how the blonde Adonis that was carrying you could have guessed the place you were staying at, as it was not the only resorts on the Maldives’ coast.
“I asked Tom before where you were staying… and also your room number, if you’re wondering” Harrison mumbled as if reading your mind, his lips also finding the skin of your neck again.
Still too intoxicated by Harrison’s previous ministrations, you only recognised now the familiar corridor of your hotel which lead to your room. Coming to a stop you heard the sound of a door opening - definitely your room as you caught a glimpse of the number written on it while walking past - then closing right after.
“You also forgot to ask Tom to give you back your key before he left, silly.”
You let out a little chuckle before hearing the click of the door lock and not even five seconds later, you were almost instantly thrown down onto your very soft queen size hotel bed, feeling the soft sheets against your hot skin. Harrison didn’t waste his time and just pulled his hoodie off his body, offering you a nice view of his well defined abs before hovering back on top of you.
“Now, take off your dress” he then possessively husked, staring deep into your eyes as he gave both of your thighs a firm squeeze.
Such a naughty demand had you skin tingling but after pulling you dress up just a smidgen, you surprised him with a mischievous grin before grabbing and tugging at the tail of his hoodie with no second thought about it. Oh, his eyes met your challenge but didn't stop you as he lifted his hands and let you yank it over his head and toss it randomly behind him.
“Want to unzip and take off my pants too, doll face?”
You giggled at his smug smirk and you being a little vixen, you gave the clear outline of his girth a slow stroke enough to elicit a very tiger like growl from his fine lips, before finally pulling up the thin material of your white summer dress and lifting your ass to pull it over your shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor.
His predator diamond eyes narrowed at the erotic site of you wearing a pink cotton candy bikini, which he could already see through your white dress when you got soaked in the ocean. Harrison watched you blush softly as he trailed both of his hands up your slightly tanned curves, but you smiled petting your own fingertips along his chest enjoying the shape of his astute muscles.
“You look like a piece of candy. I don't really like sweets but…”
He tiptoed his index and middle finger up from your belly button and startled you with the yank of your bikini top until it was easily sliding away from your body, leaving your breasts on full display.
“... I'll make an exception for you ‘cause you look rather delicious.”
Oh, his lips were wrapped around the closest nipple in a matter of seconds, his hot and wet tongue utterly divine as he lapped hazy wet circles while using his other hand to roll and pinch the other tit, smirking at the way you gasped his name and arched your back like you wanted more. The shape of his warm fingers were incredibly enticing.
Licking his lips Harrison switched to the other delectable nip, swaying his tongue back and forth, sucking hard enough to induce a juicy wet pop before trailing a warm kiss or two down your stomach. His sharp intense eyes noted the damp area that outlined your intimate lower lips, no doubt from your previous orgasm and the blonde couldn't help the modicum of pride he had for making you feel that good.
With a look up to your eyes, it was almost surprising that Harrison bothered to pause but you wanted him very much, and didn't mind at all to continue this night of pleasure. One at a time he loosened the loops you had on both sides of your bottoms before sliding the thin material away from your body, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
Your entire skin tingled at the way he took in the unhindered sight of of your naked body, but it wasn't that you were overly embarrassed by it… It was the look in his beautiful ocean eyes that admired your frame like he was noting it to memory. From the trail up your legs, to the intimate area of your womanhood, over your stomach and breasts, until Harrison settled on the way your hair perfectly framed your face.
Sliding over your body he leaned up and cupped your cheeks, edging down to capture your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss like he was thinking about something. You couldn't help but appreciate some tender displays of his attraction as you welcomed the sway of his slippery tongue into your mouth and used your own hands to pet up and down his back muscles.
You mumbled some incoherent words with a soft smile as Harrison swished back down to suck passionately against your rosy little buds. He chuckled against your skin while planting wet and hot kisses, sucking every tender piece of flesh your chest had as he trailed down your stomach and licked teasingly over your belly button, delighted with the little wiggle your body did.
“Come on (Y/N), I want to hear my name roll of your lips as I have my fill of your flavour” the blue eyed merman seductively husked, pushing apart your legs only to instantly glide his tongue down your wet slit. He nearly growled right away at the delightful flavour of your essence and even enjoyed the automatic slide of your hands into the back of his hair, moaning his name on repeat.
“Please Harrison... devour me.”
You pleaded in heavy desperation, tossing and turning your head as the blond man answered your desires by shoving his wet muscle deeply into your core and curling it up and down, thoroughly enjoying your womanly juices.
Harrison’s hands gripped your hips pulling you closer to his tongue, his hot and heavy breath of sexual desire hazing against your clit and inner walls forcing you to twitch and spasm with every new pulse of electrifying pleasure he was providing you. Pulling back he gave one of your lips a pop, getting off on the way your entire body trembled as he worked his tongue up to your clit and licked hazy circles before sucking on it like a delicious piece of candy.
“H-Harrison– o-oh f–!”
A wicked chuckle hazed against your intimate parts, sparing you a solitary glance that told you he had no intention of stopping any time soon. Turning back down to his pleasure swollen target, his tongue lapped at your nectar before swirling as he sucked roughly enough to have you writhing in ecstasy. With heavy lustful desire for you to cum on his tongue, Harrison slid a few of his fingers up against your lower lips caressing up and down to entice you in a sensual V-motion before inserting both his index and middle finger. You whimpered loudly and gave his hair an over stimulated yank, that he didn't seem to care about, as he thrusted back and forth in your walls and got off maliciously on how tight and warm your inner folds were.
All your moaning compliments seemed to feed his hungry desires as the blonde gave you a faster rhythm, sloshing your juices and feeling your pulsating walls in excruciatingly accurate intimate detail. It just took a few more seconds of his tongue pressing against your clit for you to scream out his name in the throws of another vision blurring orgasm. Your slick arousal completely coated his tongue and even the tips of his fingers as he pulled away and made it an erotic show to enjoy them thoroughly.
“Mmh, you taste pretty good…” Harrison complemented with a chuckle, watching as your face darkened with a heavy blush before turning away and whispering how much of a tease he was.
“I do like to tease you, but right now… I'd just like to fuck you as hard as possible. Ready, (Y/N)?”
Such a question made every hair on your arms and legs stand on end, as he showed you the clear haze of lust and desire reflected in his pretty diamond eyes. Instead of answering, you sat up for a brief moment and felt along his abs before working the zipper down on his shorts like he asked earlier, and helped rid him of their tight confines.
The sight of his well endowed cock had you biting the bottom of your lip before bravely stroking his length up and down a few times, planting a kiss or two against his chest. His expression softened before tilting your chin up and capturing your lips, too full of desire to enjoy the feeling of your soft fingertips as he pushed you backwards on the bed again to quickly place his stout leaking tip against your entrance.
Even with your warm cheeks you gladly lifted your legs up for him, and snaked your hands around his slender neck meeting the sway of his tongue as he got a nice grip on your hips and pressed his own forward filling you up completely with one deep penetrating thrust.
When he pulled back, you shared similar grins before meeting in the middle for several enamoring kisses. Moving his hands up to your breasts, Harrison trusted the grip of your legs around his lower back before he started thrusting his hips back and forth. Almost instantly drool ebbed down your combined lips, as you mewled haphazardly into his warm mouth.
The blonde man squished and squeezed both of your breasts, rolling your nubs in tune to his movements as he buried his cock deep within your walls, purposefully made it a mission to mess up your insides. It wouldn't take much, since he was already rocking your world more than any man had before and you had no problem moaning it to him.
“Oh, Haz! Y-You're m-making me so dizzy–!” you cried out, throwing your head back at the hot and intense sensation you were feeling.
“You love it for sure– s-shit, you're squeezing me so fucking good...!” Harrison growled, attacking the left side of your neck as he shifted both of his hands to the bottom of your ass, then began to roughly push and pull you to meet with every sway of his hips. The raunchy and addictive aroma of sex filled the air as you moaned and screamed his name, digging your nails into his back, no doubt leaving him some prominent scratches.
After several hot minutes of leaving you an abundance of hard to hide hickeys, the merman pulled back and lifted your legs away from his waist, holding them up to spread wide apart so he could fuck and thrust as deeply into your walls as quickly as he wanted. Drool drizzled down your lips as you pressed both of your hands flatly at his fine toned chest, drowning in the utter euphoria he was giving you.
Your eyes rolled back, pretty whines and whimpers leaving your luscious lips, caressing a hand against his cheek watching his expression soften before he told you to lay back. Once you'd instantly complied Harrison leaned over your body propping up your legs to stay intimately splayed wide apart but he also interlocked both of his hands with yours and held onto you tightly.
You smiled widely against his fine lips as he captured yours, loving the feeling of his long and slender fingers not to mention how incredibly hot and sweaty his entire muscular frame was. This handsome man on top of you was really getting his workout on, and you loved every single bit of the pleasure he was able to give you.
With the lewd swishing of your tongues all over each other, the knot in the pit of your stomach was nearly at its boiling point and with your mouth covered you couldn't tell him. It really didn't matter honestly, you would rather swap saliva anyway as the blonde’s wonderful kisses felt sensational and divine you wouldn't dare give up the flavor of his lips.
Harrison must of felt the same way, as he barely seemed to be breathing during his hot and heavy make out. However he did pull away once he felt the unmistakable throb of your inner walls beginning to convulse against his cock, making him give you the vigor his muscular body could offer a woman like you as he slammed into your core over and over.
As soon as you let out an echoing orgasmic scream, Harrison held your body down and pressed his cock as deep into your pulsating core as possible, making you tremble with the searing hot wave of his arousal filling you up and leaking down your inner thighs, while he pulled away with the most primal grunt of his own desire. Instantly he collapsed down on top of your body, making you groan out how incredibly heavy he was, but your hands still lifted and caressed his back up and down as if trying to soothe him despite how haggard your own pleasured body was feeling.
After several minutes of combined heavy and exhausted panting, Harrison slid to your side where you followed his movement, smiling at him. Lifting you hand you hesitated for a solitary second before pressing it against his astute cheek,caressing his soft cheekbone. His expression seemed relaxed, so you decided to lean closer and give him a small kiss.
Harrison returned your soft peck, sliding one of his arms around your hip and yanking you closer a bit harshly which caused you to make an adorable squeaking noise. The sound of his laughter was alleviating as you pulled away and nestled into his chest, listening to his rhythmic soothing heartbeat.
“Are we even, Mister Merman?” you said with a chuckle.
“It was never about that, silly…” Harrison mumbled while holding you close, finding the smell of your hair softly reminding him the one of the ocean. And the blond man had to admit it was a scent that he found relaxing when on you. “I hate the ocean because I can't control the transformation, as you saw earlier… Being a creature of the sea is a curse, (Y/N).”
A soft frown formed on your face before you placed a tender kiss against the middle of his torso.
“We are opposites then, because I love the ocean so much. Swimming and walking along the beach are very relaxing” you whispered to him, using the tip of your index finger to trace a small circle along his abs, another thing he found soothing.
“That's what I thought at first” Harrison started again, “I grew up in the water but then, I liked being on land so much more that I moved to the city and got the opportunity to have an amazing job. But the sea won't stop calling me... and I can't avoid it. I just want to be free… I want to be human.”
His grip tightened, and it just broke your heart that he felt so trapped.
“I can't cure you, Haz… I-I don't know how to help you but…” you gulped down the fear inside your guts before tilting your head up to admire the handsome features of his face.
“But your fin is so beautiful, shining under the moonlight like diamonds… Please don't resent how enchanting that form is.”
His ocean eyes rose before a tint of enamoring pink dusted his cheeks and he had to look away. Sure people have said he was handsome and all before, but no one has ever said “enchanting” when referring to his true merman form. The feeling Harrison had about you from before came back, the reason he had a hard time avoiding you and getting close.
Turning back to face you his expression was calm and at the same time a little hard to read, but his hand lifted and swayed into the soft messy tresses of your hair before pushing your head forward until your lips softly smooched together for a warm kiss. You enjoyed each other’s flavour for a few seconds then went back to cuddling close together under the sheets.
“I sensed it before” Harrison whispered against your lips, “and I didn't want to admit it but you give me these waves... that are like the ocean. Soft and tranquil, like the morning breeze. But beneath the surface you hide the storm brewing inside, constantly…”
You carefully listened to him, not daring to say a single word as you may know where he was going with that talk.
“Don't do that anymore. I won't let you feel lonely, (Y/N). Ever.”
Tears formed in your eyes. That mixed bag of feelings which composed your person was clearly hard to decipher, even more for someone who didn’t really know you beforehand, but the man in front of you did it. So clearly and astutely it was almost shocking, but you were so grateful it was a man like him.
Lifting both your hands you wrapped them around Harrison’s neck and pecked him softly not just once but twice on the lips, delighted in the teasing little smile adorning his lips before you rested against the pillow in front of him.
“Alright. But I hope… that you will show me your pretty tail fin again, one day” you said, smiling kindly at him.
“Out of all the words, ‘pretty’... really?” Harrison noted, a little blush making its way back on his cheeks with a pout. “At least say ‘enchanting’ again…”
That adorable reaction of his made you giggle, and even if Harrison didn’t dare to say it out loud (yet), that sound ringed beautifully to his ears. Ahe he wanted to preserve it at all costs.
“But if you’re a good girl, I'll show you tomorrow night when no one else is around… and maybe we will do it again in that form?”
“H-Harrison!” you blushed hard in a stutter, not expecting that cheeky remark from the dreamy merman you were sharing your bed with.
As they say, there is a first time for everything...
Oh well.
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Pairing- Harrison Osterfield x reader
Warning- none, maybe like slight mentions of depression?
Word count- 956
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Harrison was the kind of guy who'd always make sure that his girl never felt inadequate or insecure of herself. He always made sure that she'd feel as good and proud of herself as he did.
Meeting Harrison had certainly brightened up your life.
You had a very bad month. You had just ended your toxic relationship with a guy, who didn't respect your boundaries or choices and often laughed at your tastes in everything. You felt your self esteem shatter day by day, the longer you were with him.
Somehow, you managed to pull yourself out of the relationship. While you felt a million times better, the self esteem that you held had dwindled away from you. You felt like shit, doubted every single thing about you and questioned every single thing you did. 
Eventually, you visited a therapist, who helped you to an extent and told you that maybe you'd find someone who would help you get your old self back, and make you feel proud for being yourself. Of course, you never actually thought that Harrison would be that person.
You were about to grab your favourite chocolate donut from the counter to get it packed when another hand quickly grabbed it much to your dismay.
"Oh, uh" you stuttered, looking at the blonde lad in front of you. He turned around and read your expression. Realising his folly, he smiled and handed the doughnut to you.
"I'm sorry love, here you go, I'll have something else!" You were touched by his kindness. He was willing to give you the doughnut he had grabbed first. You couldn't help but feel horrible for your selfishness.
"Oh no, it's totally fine, you took it first, so it's only fair." you said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“Well, on one condition.” He leaned a bit forward towards you, gazing into your eyes before continuing, “You go out with me, and I’ll treat with some more sweet treats.” Smooth move, you thought. Well, his offer was too good to turn down. So you thought, why not?
"Um sure! If it's ok with you."
"Of course, may I have your number? Then I'll text you the place and maybe you could suggest a date?"
"Sure"
He was very charming indeed. You learnt that his name was Harrison, but most people called him Haz. From the little text conversations you had with him, he seemed pretty sweet and he had a great sense of humour. Your date came soon enough, and he had taken you to a minimalistic restaurant which you loved immediately.
He was a total gentleman, pulling the chair for you to sit, speaking to you politely. He listened to every single word you said with the greatest attention. You talked a lot about your families and what you did for a living and all the general stuff (he was an aspiring actor and model, no wonder he looked so amazing and handsome).
You had quite a nice time with him. After eating quite a scrumptious meal (you ate less as you felt a  bit self conscious and he didn’t feel the need to question you), you both just took a walk around the place, talking some more. In between the talks, he brought up the topic of past relationships and that was when you tensed up a bit. He could see by the look of your face that something wasn’t quite right.
“Hey what happened, sweetheart? Everything okay? Did I say something wrong?” he asked with full concern.
You shook your head. “No its just that umm, my last relationship was a very bad one actually and it was really difficult to move on from it.” you said, looking down at your toes.
“Do you wanna talk about it? If you want, of course.” There was something about the way he was concerned about you, that made you feel a little confident in confiding in him. So, you mustered courage and narrated, in short, how your ex had not treated you that well and questioned every single choice of yours. How he had altogether succeeded in making you almost lose faith in yourself, until you broke up with him. You also talked about how you had to take therapy for some time and how your therapist said that the best way out of this was when you'd find a significant other who would help bring out your old self back.
As you ended your long story, you checked his expression, and he was listening with full attention, something you never thought of. You had opened up deeply to him and felt vulnerable. 
“Wow, I just, that’s really bad, darling.” he held your hand and continued, “I’d never , ever let that happen to you. I’d never treat you like that at all. Because neither you, nor anyone should be treated like this.”
“Thank you so much, Haz. It means a lot to me.” you said, flushing at his words.
“I guess this is a bad time to ask, but do you wanna maybe umm, perhaps, give us a try?”
You looked up and looked into his ocean eyes. Yes, this was just one date, but there was already a connection now established between you two. Maybe this was going to be it. Or maybe not. You were willing to give this a chance.
“Yes Haz, I’d like that.” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his tightly. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you walked some more before he dropped you back at your place, hardly wanting to go. You recounted the events in your head as you plopped yourself in your bed, as you watched your life begin again.
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saintlavrents · 4 years
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Truthfully [h.o]
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Warning(s): Fluff?
Prompt: “I can repress feelings all day.”
Summary: in which he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend
Words: 1,632
A/N: im back with yet another haz fic. ive been in such a haz mood lately aka since the end of last year. also im sorry that this is kinda bad bc ive been having writers block since january so yea lol and this is my entry to @londonspidey​‘s writing challenge. congrats on the 3k!
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You were bouncing your leg on the passenger seat as Harrison parked the car in front of the venue. To say that you were nervous was definitely an understatement. You kept on asking yourself how on earth did you get yourself into this predicament. Well, you know exactly how. You just didn’t understand why you had agreed to this.
“I need a favor.” You had opened your door to a seemingly disheveled Harrison, who just walked in as soon as you opened the door.
“Good morning to you too.” You muttered sarcastically as you closed the door behind him.
It was around eight in the morning and you had stayed up last night to study for a quiz you were going to have on your afternoon class. And you weren’t in the best mood due to the sleep deprivation.
Harrison stopped in his tracks for a second before sighing and turning towards you. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I’m sorry. What?”
“Well, uh, I kind of told my mum that I was seeing someone and that I’m going to bring that someone to Janice’s wedding.”
“Your cousin, Janice?”
“Yes.”
You sighed as you run your fingers through your hair, “Why, though?”
“Because she keeps trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughter.”
“And you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to get her off your back?”
“Yes.” He uttered, seemingly defeated. “You’ve got to help me. I don’t know who else to ask.”
You and Harrison first met in freshmen year in your English class and almost immediately hit it off and that lead to him introducing you to his group of friends, which you soon became a part of as well. Ever since then, you were pretty much best friends with all of them but you and Harrison were probably closest to one another amongst the six of you. The two of you even ended up going to the same University, but for different majors -Theatre for Harrison and Literature for you- and the two of you also live in a flat next to one another.
Being best friends with Harrison was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. But the thing is, sometime around sophomore year, you realized that you had feelings for him. You never told anyone, mostly because you don’t have any plans on telling him about your feelings ever. You had such a great friendship with him and you didn’t want to jeopardize it.
But eventually, Harry found out, sometime after he had enrolled in the same University as you and Harrison.
You were helping Harry move in to his flat, since you’ve got two of your classes cancelled today. It was only the two of you as Harrison said that he would come over to help after class. After about an hour of helping Harry unpack his stuff, Harry’s door swung open and Harrison barged in and gave you a hug. You were taken aback, blushing and your heart was pounding a thousand beats per minute.
“What are you doing?”
“Thanking you for helping me with the audition.” He said, letting go of you. You had helped him run his lines as well as film his audition for a major part in a film student’s final project a few days ago. “I got the part.”
“That’s great news!”
“I know!”
Harrison stayed and helped Harry with unpacking for about an hour before leaving again for his next class. After Harrison had left, Harry turned to you.
“You have feelings for him!”
“What? No, I don’t!”
“Yes, you do. If you don’t, you wouldn’t have been so defensive about it.”
You groaned in defeat, “Alright, fine. Happy now?”
“You should probably tell him.”
“And possibly ruin my friendship with him? No, thanks.”
“With you being this obvious, you should just tell him.”
“Again, no thanks.” You paused for a bit, quite embarrassed that you got caught. “I can repress feelings all day.” You added.
Since that day, you tried your best to not make it too obvious that you are practically in love with Harrison. You tried to ignore the loud beating of your heart every time he’s near and/or is looking at you with those blue eyes of his. You even had to put up a tough and sarcastic act whenever he’s around, mostly to pretend that whatever he did and/or say doesn’t really affect you, when whatever he did and/or say drives you crazy.
No matter whatever he said or did, never did you ever expect that he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend.
“But, like, your mom knows me.”
“Yeah and she likes you.”
“Wouldn’t she know that we’re not actually dating?”
“We’ll just have to act and be convincing.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll buy you lunch till the end of the term.”
You thought about it for a second before agreeing, “Okay.”
“Thank you!”
“When’s the wedding?”
“Saturday.”
And that was pretty much how you got yourself in this situation. You, in heels, dress, full face makeup, holding hands with the guy you’ve had feelings for since high school, walking into the venue of his cousin’s wedding.
“Your hands are sweating.” He whispered.
You stopped to retract your hands from his to wipe it off on your dress, “Sorry. I’m nervous ‘cause this is just weird. Pretending to be your girlfriend and all.”
He took your hand again and gave you a reassuring smile before walking into the ballroom, where the party was.
“Harrison!” You heard his mother call for him and the two of you turned around.
“Mum, hi.”
You gave a small smile, “Hi, Phil.”
“You guys came here together? I thought Harrison was bringing someone he’s seeing.” Phil teased.
You tensed up a bit and before you could say anything, Harrison chipped in, “Y/N and I are together, mum.”
Hearing him say that made you feel… weird. It made you feel butterflies, obviously, but it hurts because you wanted it to be true.
Phil looked taken aback, clearly surprised by her son’s declaration, but then quickly broke into a huge grin, “Oh my god! Harrison! You didn’t tell me that the one you’re seeing is Y/N!”
Thankfully, things got less awkward as the night went on and you had to admit that it was kind of fun playing along with it. Pretty much all you did for the rest of the night was stand by Harrison’s side, smile and respond whenever his family would talk to you.
At some point, you felt your ankles starting to hurt from standing too long on your heels, so Harrison suggested you take a break and sit down at the table for a while and so you did. You reached your hand down to your ankles in an attempt to massage and soothe the aching on them. You couldn’t help but look up once and a while and look at him. Sure, it got pretty fun, but it kind of hurt because you wanted it to be real.
He, eventually, caught you staring and mouthed an ‘Are you okay?’, which you responded with a nod and a small smile. You were once again looking down at your ankles and you felt someone pull the chair to your right.
“You know, I never thought he’d had the balls to ask you out.” Charlotte laughed.
You looked at her with a confused expression but before you could respond to that, she spoke again, “He’s always so scared that you didn’t like him that way. But mum and I always knew you like him back.”
Before she could say anything else, you heard Phil call to her for a family photo. What Charlotte said definitely confused you. What was that about?
“Hey.” Harrison snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, hey.”
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, definitely.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.
“Okay, that’s good. ‘Cause they’re going to start dancing any minute now.” And as if on cue, a slow tune played through the ballroom speaker.
He offered his hand to you and you took it, walking with him towards where everyone else were dancing, blending into the crowd. The two of you sway to the tune silently, before you decided to break the silence.
“You know, Charlotte said something interesting earlier.”
“What?”
“She said she never thought you’d had the balls to ask me out.”
Harrison tensed, “Oh. Did she say anything else?”
“She also said that you’re scared I don’t like you back.”
“Oh.” He looked down for a bit before looking at you.
“Oh? So, is it true?”
“I… Uh… Well… Here it goes.” He sighed before continuing, “I really like you, Y/N. And I know you don’t like me that way and that’s completely fine, I just hope that we can stay friends with y-” You cut him off by planting a short kiss on his lips.
You pulled away to see him looking very surprised. He was definitely not expecting that.
“I really like you too, Haz.” You smiled at him.
He smiled back at you before kissing you. And all you could think of was how crazy everything was. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing him for real.
“Wait. She also said that your mum and her always knew that I liked you.”
“Uh… About that… Truthfully, she never tried setting me up with anybody. I just needed a reason to, well, ask you out.” He said, looking at you with that damn blue eyes, making your knees go weak.
And that was probably the moment where you both realized that it was love.
“You're still buying me lunch till the end of term, right?”
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The Game
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader
Word Count: 1.4K
Warning: Smut
A/N: One of the precious few smuts I’ve written! Let me know what you think…
It was going to be an easy game to win, or so you thought.
You had suggested the game of strip poker confidently, because you knew that you were good at poker. You always won no matter what. But what you didn't anticipate was Harrison being better at it than you.
"ooh, that was another round sweetheart, that means another piece of clothing." Haz smiles at you innocently, even though you knew it was bullshit. You always thought of him to be the good and innocent and nice one in the relationship, what you didn't realize was that he could be more mischievous and wicked than you.
Sighing, you take off your socks, having already lost your shirt before; you were left in your jeans, and a bra, a very delicate and lacy number you picked out so that later in the night you could tease Harrison, but the tables were soon turning on you.
"ready for another round baby?" haz asks as he deals another round of cards. Even though the idea of strip poker had been yours, your mind wandered off into different path and you didn't want to play anymore.
"baby, how about we ditch the game and do something more interesting?" you asked, almost whined, trying to get up from where you were sitting opposite to him.
"oh no babygirl, we are not doing that!" haz almost growled. He never had this kind of chance and now that he did, he was not going to lose it. You were too much of a tease, and sometimes it frustrated him to no end, and when he tried to tease you, somehow you always turned it around on him. This time however, the reins were in his hands, and he was not going to let go.
Two more rounds, and now you were sitting only in your panties in front of a fully clothed Harrison, whose excitement was clearly evident through his pants. But he was dealing the cards for the next round, and you were getting frustrated, feeling tingly, and anxious and excited altogether,
"Baby, please." You whined "we already know I am going to lose, so let's just get to the good part."
"Nope, remember all the times you tease me? This is me getting back on you. Now sit there and play the next round like a good girl." He says sternly. Honestly, you've never heard him talk like this and you kind of liked it.
The outcome of the third round was not a surprise at all, you lost, or maybe you wanted to lose. In any case, you didn't even care anymore. Throughout the entire game all you wanted was Harrison's hands on you, and now that the game was over, it finally was time. You get up from where you were sitting and go over to haz and straddle his lap. He sets one of his hands on your hips and another one cupping your jaw. As you lean in to kiss him, he slides his hands from your face to your hair and pulls your head back lightly.
"impatient are we?" he says as he slides another hands slowly from your hips to your thighs, then back up again to grab one of your breasts and squeeze it a little, all the while his lips skimmed your jaw to your neck, and then right below your ear, kissing and sucking with enough enthusiasm to leave a mark.
You whimper at the contact. You had to admit that this side of Harrison was only turning you on more. You needed him to do something but he was acting as if he had all the time in the world.
"Haz, baby please," you moan out as he starts kissing down your jaw line to the top of your chest. "I need you," you whine a little, which only makes him stop in his tracks.
"hmm, but this is more fun isn't it?" he resumes his ministrations on your neck, his fingers toying with your nipple. You grind your hips with his, wanting to feel more friction, only to be stopped by his other hand, that held onto your hips fast, making sure you don't move at all. "Not here." He wraps your legs around his waist and picks you up, walking into the bedroom, gently dropping you on the bed.
As he leans down to kiss you, you quickly take off his shirt, leaving him in his jeans. He pushes you onto your shoulder, his lips making way down your body, pausing at your breasts. He takes time, licking and sucking each nipple as if he has all the time in the world. Meanwhile his touches have you panting, moaning and whining, wanting more. But he keeps holding on.
"now now, what does my kitten want?" he makes his way back up to your ears, tenderly kissing the side of your face and neck. One hand playing with your breast, while another hand makes an achingly long way down towards your now dripping core; you arch your back, wanting his hands there, only for him to avoid it and grabbing your ass, giving it a playful squeeze.
Breathless, you look at his face, his eyes dark with lust, a playful smirk gracing his lips that takes your breath away. As much as you liked this side of him, you were beyond frustrated now.
"I want you in me. Please haz." Your back arches into his hand that was playing with your breasts, as he pinches you nipples. He ducks his head down to suck onto them, his hand down south finally moving towards your core.
"ooh, princess you are so wet. Is this all for me?" he asks, his hands rubbing through your folds, teasing your entrance. He makes his way down your body, peppering kisses everywhere he can reach, hovering above your core just for a second, before latching onto your clit and sucking on it. The contact that you've been waiting for the entire night
His mouth on you almost has you crying on relief. His tongue laps up your moisture, working on all the right places. The tension slowly building up in your stomach, your back arching up, your hands pulling at his golden curls. Harrison knows your tells, he knows when you are about to come. And to your disappointment, just when you were about to reach the edge, he stopped, pulling back, and looking at you.
"why'd you stop?" you whine, wanting the his, your hands make way to your clit, rubbing at it, until his hands stop yours.
"not yet darling." He teases, kissing your mouth before shedding the rest of his clothes. His member stands to attention, you wrap your hands around it, hearing him moan above you. pulling you in for a kiss, he makes you lie down, letting go of him, reaching into the night stand he pulls out a condom, wrapping him up. He lines up with your core, before thrusting into you, making you both moan.
You cry out incoherent words holding onto him for dear life as he pumps in and out of you, grunting and moaning at the feel of you around him. "shit babe, you are so tight." He almost growls in your ear before kissing you hard, pulling at your lower lip with his teeth. You're pretty sure that at this point even your neighbors are awake due to your combined yells and moans of pleasure. But all you cared about right now is how good Harrison made you feel.
Soon enough you could feel the tension building up in your stomach, you'd probably die if you don't orgasm this time, and thankfully for you, Haz didn't seem to ease up, if anything, his thrusts became sloppy, and rough, chasing his own high. Your hands balled up the sheets on both of your sides, finally tipping behind that edge, where you could only see stars behind your eyelids. The ecstasy was too intense that you almost miss Harrison's moans of pleasure as he reaches his own release, twitching inside of you. Breathing roughly, he collapses on you, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.
"we should play poker more often." He mumbles against your neck. Making you both laugh. Oh boy were you going to play this game again, but you had plans to turn the table on him this time. 
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delicatetom · 5 years
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a lazy sunday morning in bed with Haz and Monty...i just find this super soft 🥺💕
IM SOFT also I remember planning a time to answer this on thursday and then I just...didn’t
oops lol
haz would wake up before you, him being quite a light sleeper. plus, monty pawing at his feet seeking food, attention, and a bathroom break didn’t help. he tried to ignore monty for a bit, just because he was in such a state of bliss holding you, but all good things must come to an end, and he really didn’t want monty pissing on the carpet.
so, as carefully as he could, he got up from the bed, let him outside to pee, before feeding him. with lots of pets along the way, of course. throughout all this, you were woken by monty’s paws scraping the hardwood floor. eventually, you heard harrison’s voice praising monty before starting to walk back towards the room.
rolling over, you pretended your were still asleep, an instinct from your childhood kicking in when your parents would check on you. plus, you really wanted to spend the morning in bed with harrison. and harrison, falling for your act, carefully crawled back in bed and wrapped his arms around you. his heart melted when your body relaxed into his (he did think you were doing it unconsciously, after all). but for some reason, you couldn’t help but let a giggle ride in your throat.
"have you been awake this entire time??" his british accent was thick and husky in the morning and you couldn’t help but giggle some more.
"...maybeeee" you giggled again, and for some reason, you couldn’t stop laughing. you weren’t even laughing at anything in particular, but soon it turned into gut clenching, knee slapping, head thrown back laughing. and, while throughly confused, harrison couldn’t help but laugh with you, and love you all the more.
by the time you had finally calmed down, you were on top of harrison. how you got there, you weren’t sure, but neither of you were complaining. harrison’s arms wrapped around you tight as you buried your face into his neck, the odd giggle still falling loose from your lips. you smothered them with light kisses to his warm neck.
he had it all, at least that’s what harrison thought to himself in that moment. he had his dog curled up into his side (monty had trotted in throughout all the chaos and, despite the rules, hopped up onto the bed), a soft bed beneath his back, and an angel on his chest. harrison wouldn’t be happier
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all to myself | h.o.
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Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader — Enemies to Lovers AU
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word count: 4.5k summary: you’re certain haz is just out to sabotage your friendship with tom. so when you get a chance to talk to him about alone, he reveals his true colours. warnings: was this fic an excuse to write gratuitous smut? mayhaps no. that being said, here’s the n*fw warning. smut: unprotected sex wrap your tool, kids, biting, dirty talk, dom/sub, body worship, slight spanking.. if im missing any please tell me.
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   You really didn’t want to be in this situation.
   Your fingers toyed with the straw in the glass in front of you as watched the bubbles from the carbonation rise slowly from the bottom. Maybe if you concentrated hard enough, you’d float off like one of them and finally be able to escape this terrible fate.
   How did this even happen?
   Oh right. It was his fault.
   “Ah shit, mate,” Tom had sighed over the phone. “I forgot about today.”
   “That’s fine,” you said, pouring yourself a cup of tea. “That’s why I called you. Wanted to make sure you were still up for it. If you’re busy we can reschedule, though.”
   “I can’t do that to you,” he insisted. “You know I’m gonna be busy for the next little while. Got that new movie coming up…”
   “And you still won’t tell me what it is,” you laughed. “I’m proud of you, Thomas. I’m surprised you haven’t spoiled anything yet.”
   “I’d like to think I’ve matured, Y/N,” he teased, obviously miffed you called him by his full name. “Besides, last time that happened—”
   “Marvel beat your ass, yes I know. Fine, you don’t have to tell me.”
   “You’re so understanding.”
   “It’s just who I am,” you grinned. You knew he could probably hear it in your voice through the phone. “So you still want to get lunch today? A final send-off before you devote yourself to your craft and forget about my existence?”
   “As if I could forget you,” he laughed. “I’d die without you, mate. But yeah, lunch today is good. There is one thing, though.”
   “I love things.”
   “I don’t think you’ll like this particular thing.”
   You pressed the phone between your shoulder and ear, holding it in place as you pressed you brought your tea up to your lips and blew gently on it to cool it down.
   “Okay, now you’ve got me interested.”
   “Well,” he began. “I forgot about today because we planned it a few weeks ago and I’m really sorry, but Harrison and I had made plans to hang out somewhere today so… can he come?”
   “Uh,” you said, your brow furrowing. “Yes? Why wouldn’t he be able to come?”
   “You two don’t exactly get along,” he laughed nervously. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because it’s totally on me that I forgot about today so if you want I can—”
   “Tom, it’s fine,” you sighed. “It’s not like we hate each other.”
   “You say that and yet…”
   “Shut up, idiot.”
   “Okay, so that’s a yes?” he asked, not denying the fact that he was an idiot.
   “Of course of it is,” you’d replied.
   Oh, how naive you were. Of course, it wasn’t going to go well.
   And besides, Harrison had no right to look that good for a simple lunch. He looked like he’d just walked off a red carpet. Not even Tom, who was sitting beside him sipping casually on a coke as he raised an eyebrow at you, looked that… good.
   Harrison wasn’t even doing anything important. He was just looking off to the side, probably ogling a waitress or something, as he brought a chip up to his lips and bit down.
   You swallowed harshly as he did.
   His hair was styled perfectly, the front of it upswept and brushed to the side, revealing the entirety of his grossly perfect face. The sharp edge of his jawline moved as he chewed, and you watched the bounce of the muscles along the length of it and had to bring your glass of water up to your lips. The denim jacket that clung to his shoulders gripped his frame perfectly and it was just so unfair.
   Good thing it was almost over.
   “Are you doing anything after this?” you asked Tom, hoping to break the silence.
   “Yeah,” he replied. “I have a meeting to go to. And I actually—” he paused, bringing his watch up to look at the time. “—should get going.”
   “Sure,” you said. “I can get the bill.”
   “No,” Tom said. “I got it. Oh, and before I forget, you left some clothes at our flat. Been meaning to give them back but I keep forgetting. Harrison washed them for you so if you’re not busy you can go grab them right now.”
   “You did?” you asked incredulously, looking at Harrison.
   He shrugged, crystal blue eyes refusing to meet yours as he continued to munch on the remainder of his food.
   “Yeah, he did,” Tom smiled. He stood and grabbed the jacket from the back of his chair, slinging it over an arm as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his wallet. “He can drive you there if you want. You’re not busy later, right?”
   The question was directed toward Harrison. His mouth opened, gaping like a fish for a moment before he caught your gaze. He sighed and shrugged.
   “Yeah, I suppose I can,” he agreed.
   “Awesome,” Tom smiled. “I’ll go pay, you two get going. I’m gonna be late again, but fuck it.”
   After saying goodbye to Tom, complete with a hug and him complaining about how you messed up his hair when you ruffled it gently, you followed Harrison to his car. It wasn’t exactly a perfect day, but it was nice; as nice at it could get in London. The sun was completely obscured by the clouds but it wasn’t raining so, of course, he had the top down.
   He stepped around to driver’s side and got in, eyeing you carefully as you reached over and put your bag in the backseat before opening the door to the passenger side and getting into the car. He hadn’t even bothered to open the door for you. Not that you were mad, you could open your own door. But why would he do something like that for you?
   The ride to Tom and Harrison’s flat was nothing short of awkward. You could cut the tension with a knife.
   Until you decided you’d had enough.
   “Do you think I’m stupid?”
   Harrison turned to you for a moment before focusing back on the road ahead of him, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
   “Depends on the reason you’re asking,” he said. It was the first thing he’d said to you since the restaurant and it was already making you grind your teeth together.
   “I know you heard us planning lunch a few weeks ago,” you said. “You live with him. Why of all days do you have to plan to hang out on the day that we were supposed to go to lunch?”
   “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
   You turned to your right, glancing at him, and saw the smile that crept up on his face. The corner of his lips tilted upward even though he was keeping his eyes on the road. His hair flew wildly about his face in the wind. You shook your head, slumping into your seat.
   “Unbelievable.”
   When you arrived at the flat, it was even worse.
   Harrison turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, throwing his keys onto the kitchen table once you both stepped in. You shut the door behind you and watched as he tugged off his jacket one sleeve at a time. He threw it onto the back of the couch, leaving him only in a grey t-shirt that hugged his arms a little too beautifully, and turned to you with a sigh.
   “Your stuff’s in the laundry room,” he said. “You can go grab it and then you can go.”
   You were taken aback for a moment.
   “I’m sorry?”
   “I’m just saying,” he muttered, brushing a hand through his hair. “You obviously don’t wanna be here any longer than you have to ‘cause Tom’s not here so…”
   “No, wait,” you said, crossing your arms and stepping toward him. “I want to talk about this. Why do you hate me? What have I done for you to dislike me so much, I don’t get it.”
   Harrison sighed again, his hand still in his hair.
   “Do we have to do this right now?”
   “Why not,” you said. You took a seat at the kitchen table as he leaned on the back of the couch. “We’re both here. Tom’s not here. Might as well get it all out in the open.”
   “I’d really rather not—”
   “Just tell me, Harrison,” you sighed. “I’m sick of this. Don’t you think we should resolve this for Tom’s sake? It’s tearing him apart. You’re his best friend and practically his fourth brother, and he’s my best friend. He’s all I’ve got out here. I don’t wanna make his life miserable because we don’t get along.”
   “Fine,” Harrison said. “You wanna know what I think?”
   “I do.”
   “I’m scared,” he admitted, though his expression was serious. Almost angry, in fact. “Because every other girl who’s ever stepped foot in this flat claiming to be Tom’s ‘friend’ has only wanted two things—” he listed them off on his fingers as he spoke. “—sex and money. And my brother, because you said it yourself, he’s my brother, has to get his heart broken over and over because girls want to take advantage of him solely because of who he is. And frankly? I don’t know if I can trust you.”
   “You really think I’d do that?” you asked. Your expression was sad, brows furrowed as you stood from your spot and stepped toward him. “Harrison, I love Tom. I’m so far from home and he’s my closest friend; fuck, he’s my only friend. Why would I give that up? I don’t care about his money, I care about him as a person.”
   You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you of all people would be able to see that with how much time I spend in your damn apartment.”
   “Flat,” he mumbled under his breath.
   “Oh, whatever.”
   He glanced up at you then, surprised at the chuckle at left your lifts with those words. His eyes were wide and curious as if he’d never seen you laugh before. You shook your head as you smiled to yourself, biting your lips as you met his eyes again. From his position leaning against the couch, he was just about eye level with you, and you saw his lips break into the first real smile—not a smirk or a snigger—but a real smile as he laughed quietly under his breath.
   “Do you believe me now?” you asked softly.
   “I always believed you,” he said. Your brows furrowed as he looked up and met your gaze. “I… I guess I was jealous, too. You spend so much time with Tom, you’re so close, I guess I was keeping you away from him for my sake too.”
   “W-what do you mean?”
   “I don’t think I could take it if you and Tom did end up together,” he admitted. His cheeks were beginning to glow a little redder as he spoke. “So I guess I was trying to keep you all to myself.”
   “I thought you hated me,” you admitted, stepping forward.
   He laughed mirthlessly, his shoulder shaking as he looked down at his lap.
   “Are you joking?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “First time Tom brought you home I almost thought I’d died.”
   “What are you—”
   “‘Here’s this angel,’ I said to myself. ‘And she’s with Tom. Again.’ I always end up third-wheeling around him and his past girlfriends. I thought I’d have to live through that again. But it was…. different.”
   He sighed and looked up to meet your gaze. His ice blue eyes looked sad.
   “It hurt a little more with you,” he admitted. “Because you’re… so beautiful. And I was jealous. Tom always gets the pretty girls.”
   “I’m not that pretty,” you muttered.
   “You are,” he replied, eyes serious. “You don’t see it but you are.”
   You sighed, rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up in exasperation. You stepped toward him until your feet were almost touching.
   “Then why didn’t you talk to me?” you asked. “Why didn’t you… say anything?”
   “Guess I was scared.”
   You smiled softly, grinning at him.
   “If anyone was scared it was me,” you said. He looked up at you in confusion. “I thought the hottest guy I knew hated me. And if that wasn’t a blow to the old self esteem, I don’t know what is.”
   “You…” he began, but trailed off when you stepped closer to him, standing between his legs. He looked almost afraid.
   His hand was shaking as he brought it up under your chin, gripping your jaw with such a delicacy, it was like he was handling the finest porcelain in the world.
   And the smirk was back, but you only saw it for a fraction of a second, before his large, warm hands were cupping your cheeks and he pulled you softly in. His lips were so warm, much softer than you expected but it was so good, almost too good as you pushed into him. Harrison’s hands moved from your cheeks down your arms, tracing the curves of your waist before he squeezed your ass. You gasped into his mouth, pulling away as you rested your forehead against his. He was panting, breath hot on your wet lips.
   “Been wanting to feel that ass for so long,” he whispered.
   You moaned out loud, pressing into his chest.
   Harrison’s lips moved down your neck and along your jaw, nipping at certain places and sucking on others. He stood from his spot on the back of the couch and suddenly his mouth was at a much better angle. It felt like he was swallowing you whole and you loved it. He tapped your thigh before giving it a squeeze, and you raised it up his leg. He placed his hands underneath your thighs and hoisted you up against him, and as you rose you felt his clothed hardness brush against your core and he rumbled against your throat at the friction.
   With your hands in his hair, ruining the perfect style that you’d admired from earlier, he tried to maneuver through the flat as best as he could, trying to find his bedroom.
   He shoved the door open, walking you towards his bed until his knees hit the edge of it and he lowered you down against it. You let him go as you lay on your back against his sheets, face flushed and chest rising and lowering with each heavy breath. He stood for a moment longer, admiring your spread form on his bed.
   All for him.
   “So beautiful,” he murmured
   “Stop,” you whined, bringing your hands up to cover your chest even though you were still fully clothed.
   “No, no, no, darling,” he smiled, kneeling over you and pulling your hands away. You gave little resistance, allowing him to move you like a doll. “Let me see you.”
   Fingertips trailing down your abdomen, Harrison found the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards. He kissed along the soft skin of your stomach as he moved it up, lips following the hem as he slowly pulled it off of you. When he’d finally tugged it off, he loomed over you and smiled.
   “You’re perfect, love,” he murmured. His hands slipped underneath your back and undid the clasp of your bra, taking both that and your shirt and throwing them somewhere into his room. His palm found the mound of one of your breasts, kneading it softly as you threw your head back against the mattress and moaned. He took the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking harshly as he pinched your nipple. “And you’re all mine.”
   Harrison’s attention returned to your breast, his hand still massaging one but his lips finding the nipple of the other. He rolled his teeth over the hardened bud, never quite biting but allowing you to feel the edge of them against it.
   “Fuck,” you sighed. “All yours. Only yours, oh fuck.”
   “Sound so pretty for me, Y/N,” he sighed. His tongue circled the nipple under his mouth before giving it a hard suck. “Gonna moan like that when I fuck you?”
   “Oh my go—fuck.”
   You could barely form words, your brain not even noticing that he’d stopped playing with your breast and his hands were already pushing your pants down your legs. He pulled away from you, helping you out of the jeans you wore and spreading your legs in front of him with his hands on your knees.
   “Gonna need an answer, darling,” he teased.
   “Yes,” you sighed, the words merely a breath. “Yes, I will.”
   “Mmm good.”
   And then one of his unfairly long fingers was on your panties, and you jumped as he circled your clit with the tip of his finger. His short nail dragged against the fabric and you tried to buck up into his touch, but he pulled away before you could.
   A long whine left your lips, and he smirked from between your legs.
   “Already so sensitive,” he smiled. He dragged to fingers from your folds to your clit, still over the fabric of your panties, before he pressed on the bundle of nerves with a wicked smile on his face. “Did I do this to you, love?”
   “Fuck!” you moaned, hips desperately bucking into his hand. “Yes, just for you.”
   “No one else makes you feel like this?”
   “No—fuck me, oh my god—no one else.”
   “So impatient,” he laughed. “Wanted to play with you for a bit, darling.”
   You whined at the thought, imagining Harrison toying with you, making you cum again and again with his fingers or his tongue, or maybe edging you until you begged him to fuck you, making your pussy clench though it was around nothing.
   “Please,” you whimpered, your hands coming up to rub at your breasts. You were desperate to feel anything. “Please fuck me, Harrison, please.”
   “Since you asked so nicely.”
   He was out of his clothes before you even had the chance to beg once more. His boxers were the last to go and you almost choked as you caught sight of his cock.
   It was perfect, long and girthy, a drop of precum already forming at the pink tip. You were hit with an urge to lick it away, but he brushed a finger through it and spread it over the length, stroking himself gently. He was already so hard and swollen and you could feel yourself throb at the thought of it inside you.
   “You ready, love?” he asked you.
   Harrison lowered himself in front of you, hooking his arms under your knees and tugging you closer to him.
   You nodded eagerly, hands extended to reach for him.
   “Please, Harrison,” you whined.
   “I’ve got you, love,” he muttered, one hand gripping yours as he intertwined your fingers and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. “I’ve got you.”
   He sank home in a single thrust, and you screamed at the stretch. He was so big, far bigger than anyone else you’d ever had but he was perfect. It was delicious, the feeling of him inside you. He was hot, hard, and heavy and you felt yourself clench around him.
   Harrison groaned as he felt you spasm. He lowered himself above you, pressing his nose under your chin.
   “So fucking tight,” he moaned. “Fucking amazing.”
   “Move,” you whimpered, hands in his hair. “Please.”
   “Don’t wanna cum right away, love,” he laughed. “You that desperate for me?”
   “Fuck, yes.”
   His teeth found your throat, sucking the sting away and leaving a purpling mark behind as he pulled out, and you whined at the feeling. But it was short-lived, because he thrust back in again, starting a steady pace of thrusts that had your hands shaking and your abdomen tensed with each brush of his cock against your g-spot.
   You were moaning like a wanton whore, loud and embarrassing in any other situation but with the weight of Harrison inside you, it seemed fitting. Whiny moans, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, hymns of “please” and “fuck” tumbling through the air between the two of you.
   “Fuck, you sound so beautiful, Y/N,” he moaned. “So perfect. Could cum just from hearing you say my name.”
   He was pounding into you then, hips slapping with a lewd echo of skin against skin. Your legs came up around his waist, your ankles crossing just above his ass. You pulled him by his hair gently until his face was level with yours and you kissed him fiercely, all pressure and lips mashing against teeth.
   His teeth closed around your bottom lip and tugged gently, lips sucking around it.
   “Fuck, darling,” he moaned. “So good.”
   But then he stopped.
   And as he did you whined out loud, a pained sound as you were left quivering and wanting. You gripped at his hair and tried to tug him closer, undulating your hips in a weak attempt to feel him moving inside of you again.
   Harrison groaned, sucking at your jaw.
   “So desperate for my cock,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you. Turn over for me.”
   It was almost laughable how quickly you spun around underneath him after he pulled out, folding your arms under your head and arching your back. Your ass brushed against his cock and you heard him inhale sharply.
   You jumped when his large hand collided with the supple flesh of your cheek.
   “Such a good girl for me,” he said from above you. “You look gorgeous like this darling, ass in the air just begging me to fuck you.”
   “Please,” you whined. “Harrison, please.”
   You turned your head in order to see him, cheek pressed against the mattress. You saw him stroking himself slowly as his other hand kneaded your ass. His hand came down in another quick slap and you mewled, pressing back against him. He rubbed the handprint out with his palm before he lined himself up and sunk back into you again, hands coming down around your head to hold himself up. You felt his hot breath against your shoulder blades before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss between them, just along your spine.
   “So fucking perfect, baby,” he sighed. “Feel so fucking good around me.”
   You moaned your response, bringing a hand up to grip at his hair. He let you guide him down as you turned your head, his mouth finding yours as he continued to pound into you from behind. Your voice shook as you whined into his mouth.
   “Fuck,” you breathed. “Fuck, Harrison I—”
   Your words were cut off with a loud shriek, your head turning back to face forward as you bit the pillow in order to silence yourself.
   The only sounds you could hear were your own muffled cries and the sound of Harrison’s hips slamming against your ass over and over and over. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. It didn’t look like he would stop any time soon.
   But you didn’t want him to.
   “Gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmured.
   You nodded desperately into the pillow, turning to look at him with teary eyes. The pleasure almost had you crying.
   One of his hands reached around your front, fingers rubbing at your clit gently with just enough pressure to have you whimpering into the pillows under him. He hadn’t relented on the pace, still ruthlessly drilling into you with his cock. And with the added stimulation to your clit, you were almost coming undone in an instant.
   “H-Harrison,” you panted. “Gonna cum. Gonna fucking cum, oh my God.”
   “Yeah, love?” He was panting too, breaths heavy against the back of your neck. “God, you’re amazing.”
   Your thighs were shaking around him and your head was thrown back, so close to the edge and so close to tipping over.
   “Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear. “Cum all over my cock.”
   With a pinched groan and a high pitched squeal, you came all over him as your hips stuttered against his hand and over his cock. Your head fell forward against the mattress with a groan.
   “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “I can feel you clenching around me. Did I make you cum that hard? So hard just for me?”
   “Please,” you whimpered. “Harrison.”
   “Don’t worry, darling. I’m right behind you.”
   And as if on cue, his hips began to stutter as he started groaning against your neck, a loud guttural moan escaping his lips as he stilled inside you. You felt the warmth of him inside you, painting your walls and you sighed in contentment.
   “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, dragging out the word, pressing his hips into your ass as he rode out his orgasm.
   He groaned as he pulled out. He gently flipped you onto your back, picking up his shirt from the floor and pressing it under your ass to catch the fluid that seeped from your folds. You laughed tiredly as he did so, and he shot you a smile.
   “Towels are too far,” he explained.
   Harrison took his time cleaning you up. You were already drowsy, hand running through his hair and petting him gently as he wiped his cum away. You winced a couple of times, your folds still sensitive and your pussy still throbbing from the aftermath of your orgasm but it was… calming.
   When he was done, he threw the shirt into his hamper, gripping you close to his chest and laughing as he pulled you up to his pillows.
   “That was,” he began, curling his body around yours and bringing a knee up between your thighs. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”
   “Shut up,” you muttered. Your cheeks were still red.
   He kissed the back of your neck, sighing as he settled into a comfortable position. “Never.”
   From somewhere on the floor, there was the buzz of a phone. Harrison groaned from behind you.
   “I’ll grab it,” you muttered, reaching down until you felt the fabric of his pants and tugged it up.
   Patting around it until you felt the weight of his phone, you tugged it out of the pocket and struggled to find the button to turn it on because who has an Android anymore?
   Glancing at the screen, you laughed out loud as you read the most recent text notification. Harrison peeked up from over your shoulder, and though you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyes grew wide as he saw it.
Tom: how’d it go? you tell her how you feel yet? it’s hard getting you two alone, you know
   Reaching over, he pulled the phone from your hands, muttering “fucking dickhead” under his breath.
   “You weren’t meant to see that,” he admitted.
   “Yeah, maybe,” you admitted, turning over in his arms so you could face. You gripped his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.
   He smiled gently at you.
   “But I’m glad I did.”
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Oh my god, 6+7 with Harrison PLEASE!!
6- “How did you know I was here? Did you see me?” “When do I not see you?” “What, one face in all of that crowd?” “There was a crowd, too?”
7- “I love you.” “I love you too.” “No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. ___, I’ll never say those wordsagain. Not to anybody else, ever.Those words, from me, are yours now.“
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Haz pulled out of his pants’s pocket a red box matching his suit, he opened it, looking at the platinum diamond ring, hoping you would like it.
He smiled to himself, today, it’s been exactly a year since you’ve been together, and if someone asked him, it was the best year of his life. No one has ever made him as happy as you.
Every time someone came into the restaurant and he heard the door open, he raised his head hoping to see you. He arrived a little early, but he was tired of pacing around at home.
He has planned this for several weeks and repeated his text in front of his mirror almost every day. He knew he would be stressed but not that much. He tapped his foot on the floor nervously, loosening his tie a little, feeling stifled.
Finally you entered the restaurant, heading towards the hostess to ask where was your table. For Haz it was as if an angel had entered the restaurant, you were like a sun illuminating the whole room, his breathing stopped as he stood up, tucking the box back into his pocket, heading towards you, drawn by you.
You felt someone tapping you gently on the shoulder and turned around, surprised to see him already there, yourself having arrived a little too early, too. A big smile illuminated his face.
“You look beautiful, darling. As always.” He said, looking you up and down.
“Thank you, babe.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips before entrelacing your fingers with his and following him towards your table.
You were accustomed to his compliments, he complimented you at least a million times a day, telling you how beautiful, adorable, smart, pretty, etc…you were, but every time it makes your heart skips a beat, filling your belly with butterflies. How did you ended up so lucky?
Arriving at your table, Haz pulled out your chair, like a true gentleman.
“How did you know I was here, did you see me?” You asked him while sitting down.
“When do I not see you?” He replied, sitting in front of you.
“What, one face in all of that crowd?” You tucked a strand of hair behind you ear, tilting your head to the side.
“There was a crowd, too?” He asked, putting a hand on his chest, pretending to be shocked.
You laughed, “You are an idiot.”
“I know, but you love me.” He said, winking, taking his menu and starting to think about the dish he was going to order and you did the same.
The dinner was quick, after ordering your respective dishes, you enjoyed your food while talking about many things and time passed quickly, it was already time to eat the dessert.
You noticed that Haz started to look stressed, he kept shifting in his seat, running a hand through his hair almost every two seconds.
“Are you okay?” you asked him, worried, frowning.
“uh? y-yeah I’m okay, actually…” He laughed nervously. “I didn’t thought I would be that stressed when the right moment would come.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked him as color drained from your face, imagining the worse secnarios.
Haz noticed it and put his hand over yours, “hey don’t worry, I’m not going to annonce you something horrible.”
“You know I love you?” His eyes sparkled as he squeezed your hand.
“I love you too.”
“No, not like that. Not like it’s automatic. Y/N, I’ll never say those words again. Not to anybody else, ever. Those words, from me, are yours now.”
You heard in his voice that he was really sincere, you blinked a few times, shocked, at a loss for words.
He pulled away his hand from yours and rubbed them on his pants before pulling back his chair and getting up.
He pulled out of his pocket a tiny red box while kneeling on one knee, you gasped, putting a hand over your mouth.
“Y/N, before you I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. You make me a better man and this year spent at your side was the best year of my life. I want more of this, of us. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me happy. You’re the best part of me and you keep me going. You mean everything to me and I don’t want to think about what it’s like to live without you. Do you want to marry me?”
You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I want to marry you.” Haz cried from happiness, clutching his arms tightly around you, smiling from head to toe, while the other clients of the restaurant applauded.
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fanficparker · 5 years
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Talk Dirty to me | H.O.
Haz: *whispers seductively* Talk dirty to me.
Y/n: The dishes---
Haz: What? No, I meant---
Y/n: It's your turn to wash them. You skipped washing them the last time.
Haz: ...
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nillewritings · 6 years
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Foolish Feelings [H. O. One-Shot]
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Words: 480+ words Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader Warnings: Suggestions towards smut happening. A/N: Sooooo… This was supposed to be a smut fic, but I… I just can’t write that right now, so just assume that they continue to have sweet, sweet loving until they both pass out from exhaustion and hangovers. :P Ask box is open btw, so please, feel free to stop by!
The music was pumping and the dance floor was filled. Your best friend had dragged you out for a night out in the town and while you had declined the offer, she had still ended up convincing you and you were now sitting in the sitting area, that your best friend and others had gotten for the night, and sipping on the Vodka-Cola drink, you still hadn’t finished from the start of the evening. Another friend of yours, who was also going out with you, had already lined another glass with the same beverage up in front of you on the coffee table.
Sitting back into the sofa, you watched as your best friend was getting hot and heavy with what a Nate Archibald from Gossip Girl-lookalike on the dance floor a few feets away from you. The same was happening to your other friends.
“It’s lucky that we’re getting a taxi home.” You muttered to yourself as you downed the rest that was in your drink, before switching it out with the new, filled glass in front of you.
The second glass got down quicker as the alcohol started to do its magic on you and you started to actually enjoy the night out. As the songs changed, you were getting introduced to new people that your friends had danced and exchanged mouth water and ass squeezes with and your best friend even managed to get you out on the dancefloor for one song before you retreated to the sitting area and your now-glasses with Vodka-Cola.
As your third glass of Vodka-Cola was finished, your friends sent you to the bar for new drinks to everyone, but as you were ordering, you spotted two faces that you hadn’t expected to see there tonight. As you were waiting for your order, your mind went back to the two faces. Tom Holland & … Harrison Osterfield. It had been years since you all three had shared a class together and you had a small crush on Harrison, which soon everyone knew about, even Harrison himself. That combined with bullying and your father getting a job in another city up north, meant you changed schools and somehow forgot about Tom and Harrison. Until, a certain guy getting cast as Marvel’s Spiderman and bringing his best friend with him, which meant both of them quickly got famous and grew huge fanbases. Here, your best friend being one of the biggest ones, that you knew of. As your thoughts wandered, your order for your group was placed in front of you.
“That’s a lot of drinks! Are you drinking those yourself?” you heard over the loud music. Turning towards the voice, you saw Harrison standing beside you, leaning on the bar, wearing a happy grin on his lips.
“So what if I am?” You challenged with a smirk, very visible on your lips. The bartender sat down the final drinks on the tray and you exchanged a nod.
“Then, you’ve changed, Y/N,” You could feel him getting closer to you. Shivers of what was that… arousal? going up through your spine.
“It’s been six years, H,” You didn’t know why exactly you had used your old nickname, but you were now regretting it, as one of his hands was resting on the small of your back. “A lot has changed.”
“I can’t disagree, Sunshine,” Shivers up your back was now a continuous thing with no control and it didn’t help, he was right by your ear. You were caught. Until… With the determination of a strong animal, you turned around, only to stop in your track. Those eyes! Those matte, light blue eyes with that depth in them. You leaned back against the bar counter to steady yourself.
“Fuck it!” You muttered as you leaned up to him. Harrison was quick to lean in too, and suddenly an unknown number of years of pent-up feelings and six years of separation came to a close as you both let go of any inhibitions. Harrison and you eventually left the bar area after sharing kisses and multiple, colorful shots containing various amounts of alcohol in them, only to deliver the tray of alcohol of drinks to your friends before disappearing into the dance floor where Harrison was able to find a corner where you couldn’t be spotted by your friends. The two of you might be drunk, but not so much that you weren’t conscious of your surroundings. It was more you making out and wandering hands than dancing, but you were both letting go and going with the flow.
So much so, that the next thing you remember is a handsy cab-drive and a lot of small intermissions up against a wall until you reached an apartment door, which Harrison had the keys to and unlocked the door. You entered the apartment and closed the door by him gently pressing you against the door, attacking your neck with his lips.
“Bed. Now.” You groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. Harrison did not need to hear that twice.
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saintlavrents · 5 years
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Forever [h.o]
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Warning(s): Fluff
Prompt: “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just-“
Summary: This is where it all started.
Words: 1,072
A/N: im back with yet another haz fic ((im in a deep hole of haz feels ok)) for my entry to @hollandsosterfield and @spidey-caps‘s writing challenge. happy belated birthday! sorry that this is so late ((school still sucks lmao and its been taking up most of my time and energy)) and sorry if this is kinda bad lmao bc I haven't been writing any fluffs and am still in a v angsty mood so yeah. enjoy?
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Harrison walked out of the on-campus coffee shop with two cups of iced coffee in his hands. He walked over to the art room in the west wing of the campus, with a strap of his bag slung over one of his shoulders. He stopped on the doorway of the art room, which only had her in it, deeply engrossed in yet again another one of her painting.
He couldn’t help but admire how cute she looked whilst focusing on the canvas and barely even noticing his presence. Her hands were covered in different colors and shades of paint. Some even got to her arms, neck, cheek and even her hair.
“Coffee?” His words tore her attention away from the canvas and on to him.
“Yes, please. Thank god.” She threw her head back, in an attempt to stretch her neck after hours of looking at the canvas.
He walked over to one of the tables in the room and placed one of the cups he brought on it, along with his bag and took the coffee he got for her over to her. He pushed the straw towards her, enabling her to take a sip without having to touch the cup with her paint-littered hands.
“Much better. Thanks.” She smiled at him.
“No problem.” He placed the cup on a stool behind her and went back to sipping on his iced coffee.
She was struggling to keep her hair out of her face and away from the paint, as they were untied and had gotten untucked from behind her ears. She kept on flipping her hair, whilst moving the brush in her hand, just to keep it away.
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just-“ He said as he ties her hair with the scrunchie he somehow pulled out of his bag, causing her to pause the moving brush in her hand and give him a weird look.
“So, you just carry a scrunchie around, huh?”
“How could I not when you’re always having hair all over your face when you’re painting?”
“Fair enough.” She shrugged and continued moving the paint-covered brush over the canvas.
“Plus, I couldn’t possibly look at your beautiful face if it’s covered up.” He smirked.
She raised her palm, which was covered with blue paint, “Don’t make me get this all over your white shirt.”
He laughed and retreated to lean on the wall next to the table he put his bag on and pulled out his phone, mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram feeds and replied to a few texts, whilst looking at her once in a while when she’s not looking.
But soon minutes, turned to hours and there was nothing more to do with his phone, so he slid it back into his jeans pocket and decided to fixate his attention onto the girl scrunching her face at the canvas. He, soon, found himself smiling lightly as he’s looking at her, admiring her beauty and her dedication to her art.
It wasn’t a secret when it comes to his feelings for her. Everyone around the pair definitely knew of it, except for her. If it wasn’t for her obliviousness, she would have noticed the heart eyes he’s always looked at her with.
Harrison soon fell into the pits of his thoughts, overthinking on the feelings he has for her and trying to come up with a way to tell her how he feels and, possibly, even ask her out.
“Quit staring.” Her word snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I wasn’t staring at you. I was staring at the wall.” He poked his tongue from between his lips, jokingly.
“I never said you were staring at me.”
He huffs, “Fine. I’m bored, okay? How much longer will you take?”
“Hey, you offered me to come with you to Elysia’s birthday.” She raises her hands in defense.
“I didn’t know I had to wait for you for two hours! What are you working on, anyway? Let me see it.” He marched over to her in an attempt to sneak a peek of the painting she had been doing ever since he got there.
“No!” She said, trying to cover the canvas with her body, shielding it away from him.
“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. You can’t make me wait here for you and not see what you’ve been working on.”
“It’s almost done. You can see it when it’s done.”
“Fine.” He was about to go back to where he was sitting earlier but didn’t when he saw one of the paint tubes oozing out yellow paint. He took the paint in his fingers, walked on back over to her and smeared it over her right cheek, mischief glinting in his eyes.
She felt the cold paint on her cheeks and yelped, “Harrison!”
He laughed and she stood up from her stool to chase him with her paint-covered palms, trying to get revenge. As an artist, she definitely lacks exercise so at one point she stopped chasing him around the room as she bends over, placed both her hands on her kneecap and pants heavily.
“Okay, that’s enough.” She breathed out.
“Okay.” He responded, stopping his tracks and walking over to her, still smiling with mischief.
She stood up, a few feet shorter than his towering figure. And looks up at him, at that damn ocean eyes. And in that moment, he swore he’s never wanted to kiss her so badly. He keeps on flicking his gaze from her eyes to her lips. She tugged the corner of her lips to form a small smile and leaned in on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.
His eyes went wide, clearly surprised at what she just did, but he then leaned back in and gave her a proper kiss, this time shutting his eyes, only opening them once again when he felt a cold liquid smeared onto his cheek. He pulled away to her smiling widely.
“I win.”
“That was pretty much how it all started. And now, four years later, we’re here celebrating the love they have for one another. Let’s raise our glass to the bride and groom.” Tom finished his best man speech and raised his glass along with the other guests, whilst Harrison and Y/N smiled at each other lovingly and connected their lips once more.
“To now and forever more to come!”
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Mistletoe Kisses
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader
Warning: None
Word count: 1.3K
A/N: hope you enjoy this! It is one of my old works. And if you wanna be tagged head to the taglist form on my Bio! Thanks. Waking up in the morning, the day after Halloween has always been a little sad to you. All that anticipation for something, the festive mood, the waiting, it excited you, but after Halloween came and went, you always felt a little lost. A lot of people would start preparing for Christmas, but you were not one of those people. Sure you loved Christmas, but preparing for it from November 1st seemed to be a little too extra for you.
Harrison is the polar opposite of you in this case. That boy loves winter, and he loves Christmas. He would swap his Halloween costume with a Santa hat and Christmas themed sweater at 12:01 am on November 1st. The rest of the time up until December 25th, he spends preparing for Christmas. He is the guy who would have his gifts shopping done by the last week of November, "you have to shop early to get the best gifts for everyone." He would always say. Not to mention, in his definition of "Osterfield-Christmas" everyone must get more than one gift. You thought he was a bit extra when it comes to Christmas, you loved it, but you were not going to tell him about it.
This year on November 1st you woke up to the smell of waffles; Haz had recently found a really good recipe for waffles, and he would make them every day. Walking into the kitchen, you find him making the second batch of waffles, wearing his- 'kiss the Santa' apron. The apron had been a gag gift from you last Christmas, but he loved it and only started wearing it when he was feeling Christmassy!
"Seriously Haz?" you groan at the sight of his apron. "it's not even November properly yet, and you are wearing your Christmas apron?" you do realize that even the carved pumpkins outside have not dried out yet!"
"I can't hear you over the sounds of sleigh-bells my love." He says, blissfully ignoring your words. "Christmas is here" he puts a plateful of waffles and bacon in front of you. "Also, we are going shopping."
Shoveling food in your mouth, you chew for a while before replying "I swear to god if you say we are going Christmas shopping I would beat you up with a Christmas tree."
"Look at you getting your holiday spirits on!" he laughs, taking off his apron "but no, this is not Christmas shopping. It's one of my friend's birthday and I need to buy him a present" he kisses your head, "get ready, we leave after you finish eating." And with that, he walks out of the kitchen, humming a Christmas carol under his breath.
You shake your head at him. the way he got excited for Christmas was really adorable. You quickly finish your breakfast, before getting ready, excited to spend an entire day with Harrison. You knew that he was going to sneak in some Christmas shopping, but you didn't really mind though.
The entire ride, Haz played songs that were low-key Christmas themed. You knew that he was doing it to get any reaction out of you, but you were not going to give him that satisfaction. So you sang along to the songs, him laughing at your bad singing. He knew he had to up the ante on his Christmas celebration a little; he loved when you made jokes about him getting excited about Christmas. However, he never bought it when you said that Christmas doesn't excite you, since you found out at age ten that Santa is not real; he had seen your enthusiasm when it was time to decorate the tree and the house. He knew you loved Christmas as much as him. And he loved that about you.
During the entire time you guys were shopping, haz tried to sneakily buy some Christmas stuff, and decoration. You caught him though, but you couldn't stop him, cause every time you caught him buying something Christmassy, he would just flash a smile at you and you'll be gone.
Walking back to the car is when you realized that it was in fact a Christmas shopping and he had gotten few presents for his family and friends. Not only gifts, but he also had gotten decorations and light. And judging by his enthusiasm you know he wants to put them up as soon as he gets home.
After getting home, he sorts out the resents before sitting down with the decorations. He carefully unwraps the small glass decorations that are meant for the tree. He also got a few little pieces here and there. And lights, so many lights, you were sure you could wrap it around your entire apartment.
"you think we should put up the lights?" he asks, looking around the apartment.
"haz, it's November 1st, don't you dare start putting up Christmas decorations." You say warningly, knowing if left unsupervised, he will put up all the decorations.
"but why?" he asks incredulously, not understanding what you may have against pretty lights.
"if you put up decorations this early, then by the time Christmas actually rolls around, it will get old and have nothing special about it." You say gently, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stands in the middle of the living room, pouting a little. "you can start putting up decorations from 1st December, i promise." You tell him, hoping he will stop pouting.
"fine." He starts putting away the decorations, a bit defeated that he didn't get his way with it this time. But he will find a way, he always does.
It was going to be a quiet day. None of you had anything specific to do, except for meeting up with your best friend in the evening. You asked haz if he wanted to come with you, but he said that he had something else to do. Not thinking much of it, you went out, while he set up for his plans. He knew that there is no way he can put up Christmas decorations now. But he can do one small thing.
Coming back home, you rummage your purse for keys, realizing you have in fact forgotten them. so you knock on the door, hoping haz is home. And fortunately for you, he was. He opens the door, a wide smile forming on his face seeing you.
"hey babe!" he pulls you into a warm hug. But as soon as you enter and try to pull off your shoes, he pulls you back towards the threshold, right under the door.
"haz, what are you doing? Close the door." You say, not really understanding what he is doing.
"look at that" he points upwards, a cheeky little smile gracing his features.
"Mistletoe" you look at the sprig of green before feeling him lean in for a kiss, the kiss lasts a long minute before you both pull apart. "i thought i told you no Christmas decoration before December?" you laugh as you pull him towards the living room, seeing that he has a mistletoe placed at every doorway in the house.
"ah! But love, they bring good luck to and happiness." He again pulls you into a kiss at the threshold of the kitchen door, the mistletoe hanging right above your head.
"and you believe that?" you snort in laughter.
"no, but it's fun to kiss under them." he laughs. He had in fact gotten his way. he had also put up some small decoration here and there in the apartment. But they escaped your notice. Or so he thought. You noticed them right away, but didn't have the heart to tell him off. So you feigned ignorance towards the Santa figurine on the mantle.
"you are incorrigible you know that?" you say laughingly again as he steals another kiss walking out of the kitchen. To be honest you didn't really mind the mistletoe, it'll be nice to have a reason to kiss him. not that you need one anyways.
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pairing: pornstar!harrison osterfield x pornstar!reader
summary: Harrison and Y/N has undeniable chemistry onscreen and off. The question is, how long will they deny such connection and convince everyone that they're just friends?
word count: 4,558
warnings: pornstar!au, friends to lovers, language, drinking, banter, mention of douching & anal, smut! [pegging, praise kink, cross-dressing, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (f)]
song inspo: Janelle Monae - Make Me Feel, Damon Daunno & Rebecca Naomi Jones - People Will Say We're In Love, Tom Waits - Midnight Lullaby, James Vincent McMorrow - One Thousand Times, Taylor Swift - False God
notes: finally coming out of my writer's block with this one woohoo! i've been working on this since may, like that's insane??? im pretty happy with how it turns out lol. big thanks to @shipping-not-sailing and @tommysparker who put up with my bullshit brainstorm, and shoutout to @marvelouspeterparker for making a CRAZY pornstar!au fic with tom that inspired me to do this one. happy reading!
***
Y/N has said it before and she would gladly say it again.
Harrison Osterfield is one hell of a fucking sight to behold.
Writhing underneath her as she rocks her hips against his, his statuesque features come to life —cherry red lips hanging open, making way for moans of pleasure to escape him. The veins on his neck, popping out from underneath his black collar necklace. His fingers around her wrists, statement rings against her bare hands.
His eyes, more blue than green today, peering back and forth; to the sleek black strap-on sliding in and out of him, and to the person it’s attached to.
Y/N, in all her glory, wrapped in a lacy bra and a harness around her hips.
“Baby…” She cups his face with one hand. "S'that feel good?"
He catches her eyes and nods, his sparkling galaxy fingernails digging into her hips, wordlessly beckoning her to come closer. Deeper.
Faster.
But instead, she slows down. She pulls nearly all the way back, leaving only the tip of the strap-on inside him. "Use your words."
Harrison lets out a whimper, rose gold and dark bronze eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open. Peering at her through his mascara-laden lashes.
"God, you're so pretty…" Y/N beams, for a moment simply admiring the view underneath her. Head empty, except for the thought she said out loud. And soon her body moves on its own accord, lips closing in on his. Hips thrusting in and out of him. Enrapturing him in all of her.
For a moment, alone together.
“CUT!” Elena, the director, calls out, and the whole set comes to life. Camera and boom operators stretching their arms and artistic team adjusting the set and people generally crossing over.
"That was beautiful, darlings. Let's move onto the next shot and— I really liked when you just gaze at each other for a bit there," Elena compliments as she walks over. Then, turning towards her director of photography, she says, "Can we keep that for the next shot?"
The two stars of the show blend into the busy set just as quickly as they become the center of its attention. It’s a nice little break among the adjustments of the lighting and camera and everything.
"Hold up, I need to stretch my legs a bit," Y/N sets off to straighten up.
Harrison's hand flies up to her hip almost immediately. "Slowly, slowly, slowly—" his quiet warning is cut off with a sigh as she unsheathes the strap-on from him, as gentle as she can be.
She settles opposite him, both casual and comfortable in their state of undress, drawing soothing circles on his lace stocking-clad ankle next to her.
“So I finally tried marinating my steak with pineapple like you said!” he pipes up, “It’s game-changing, Y/N.”
“I know, right? You’re welcome, by the way.” she flashes a cocky grin his way. “How long did you marinate it?”
“The whole day. Did it first thing in the morning, and then seared it for dinner.”
“Nice!”
“It's so tender and rich and God, I’m starving.” he muses, tucking an arm behind his head.
“You wanna grab a bite after this?”
“Fuck yes!” he reaches her calf, moaning almost as obscenely as he does during his scene.
It makes her laugh. “We can try that restaurant near—”
“Alright, everyone! Next shot. Harrison, Y/N, can we go back to your marks, please?” Elena turns to them, patting the latter’s shoulder on her way back to the monitor.
“Yeah— can we have some more lube, though?” Y/N motions at the production assistant, who promptly hands her a bottle.
It’s a strange lull, watching someone putting on a generous amount of lube for him while another person hovers around for that bottle, but Harrison simply smiles unabashedly at that girl. “Aw, you didn’t have to.”
“But I want to,” she simply shrugs, handing the bottle back to the unassuming PA, who scurries back as quickly as she arrives. Then, Y/N returns to her initial position on top of him and says, jokingly, “Gotta treat my princess right, don’t I?”
But in that exact moment, she feels his cock flexing in excitement. He looks up to find his gaze darken at the pet name. “Fuck’s sake, Y/N…” he turns away to his the blush in his cheeks.
“You got a fine taste, Harrison.” she nods in approval, pleasantly surprised at this revelation, her signature smile taking over her entire beautiful face once more. “Ready?”
The hustle and bustle quiets down and with it, time slows down, too. The call of camera rolling and slate clapping takes her mind into a different headspace. Her body relaxes, readies itself. For the scene. For the sex.
“ACTION!”
He takes her in with an arch of his back, savoring every inch. Gosh, he’s so tight, she swears she could feel him gripping from inside her.
It’s a performance, yes, but it’s also awfully intimate. Like drawing the curtains on the deepest part of herself. And Harrison gives as much of himself as she does hers; she likes that about him. Always equally as vulnerable. Familiarly so.
He is, arguably, the best scene partner she’s ever had.
Even when the novelty has worn off, and the sensation starts to dull out of exertion, there’s still that sizzling connection between them that makes them so fun to watch. It’s not always in the motion of their hips (although it is one of the things driving him crazy at this instant.) Sometimes it’s in the glide of her thumb over his lips, or the way he chases her kisses and traces his mouth anywhere he can, ever so tenderly. A breath of fresh air in the midst of the heat.
Right now, her hand is closed in on Harrison's cock, stroking and pounding into him as he ruts back against her. Among the haze, he opens his eyes to gaze at her, pleading,
"Please, I wanna cum… Daddy..." he whimpers. His eyebrows knot in anticipation —and maybe nerves, since he's going off-script with yet another kink.
But Y/N smiles, her quickening pace a stark contrast to her soothing whispers. "Let go, baby. I got you. Daddy’s got you…"
He sprays his hot mess all over his heaving chest with a breathless moan, his ass gripping her strap-on like a vice. She takes her time lapping up his cum and making her way to his lips with soft kisses, making him giggle hazily.
He finds her lips, indulging in his own taste and how her tongue makes it sweeter. For the longest time, they just stay there; hands in each other's hair, catching their breath in kisses after kisses after kisses… until they part and fall back to the soft surface of the bed, blissfully sated.
"And cut,” Elena says softly, definitively. "That's a wrap for the day, people! Wonderful job!"
It's only then that she remembers the presence of twelve other people in the room with them, applauding and cheering for a job well done. Harrison sits up first, bashfully bowing before lightly elbowing her. Y/N nods graciously at everyone else and applauds right back at them.
The PA scurries back around, this time with some wet wipes and bath robes, and the two of them go on about their own business, cleaning up and going back to their respective dressing rooms, exchanging congratulatory pats on the back with the crew on their way.
Y/N is chatting with Elena when Harrison pops up at her open dressing room door. "Hey. You ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." she flashes a brief smile her director's way, and then looks back at him. "We're still up for some food, right?"
"'Course! I'm dying for some proper food," he groans dramatically, sauntering in. "Anyway. I'll see you outside and I'll see you tomorrow, Boss."
"Ciao, bello." Elena gives him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, seeing him out of the room. As soon as he's out of earshot, she turns back to her actress. "You two are so cute."
"We're friends," Y/N rolls her eyes, here we go again. It’s quite surprising how, in an industry where friendships among fellow sex workers are so normalized, they’re not exempt to the light teasing. "Really, really good friends."
"Right..." she replies dubiously.
Y/N absently applies her lip gloss, a ghost of a curious smile creeping up on her face. "What?"
Elena rolls her eyes in relent. "I mean, you know me. I don't do those male gaze-y Gonzo porn. I'm all about sensuality and connection and… I'm just saying," she shrugs, "the chemistry doesn't lie."
"Well," Y/N stands up to bid her farewell, "If it gets you to keep working with us, then we'll keep that chemistry alive, how 'bout that?"
"Such a charmer," Elena shakes her head, laughing. "Go. Your good friend is waiting for you."
She can say that it’s all in day’s work until she foams at the mouth, but all signs point the other direction. The bleak grey London scenery is nowhere to be seen; instead, the golden Roman sunset barely peeks over the rows and rows of centuries-old buildings. And leaning against the lamppost, her so-called good friend is casually checking his phone.
He looks up at her and his handsome features light up, gesturing at his watch as he hurries her. “Hey, come on! Mamma mia, spaghetti carbonara! Vamonos.”
"That’s Spanish and… you’re on your own, pal," she deadpans, turning to walk the other way.
He catches her arm, of course. "Oh no, I’m not. You're not gonna leave me to eat alone like a sad English bastard, are you?"
"But you are a sad English bastard, my darling.”
"Mean." he pouts, and he knows how powerful his puppy dog eyes can be. "Besides, I had a gummy bear diet for a whole 24 hours for you. Shoot water up my ass clean for you! The least you can do is wine and dine me, Y/N."
She bursts out laughing —partly at his dramatic recount of his 'sacrifices', and partly at the idea that this is more than what it is. Two very good friends, who do not shy away from gross conversations, letting off steam after work.
Nothing more.
***
“God, that hit the spot…” Y/N sighs as she takes a bite of her tiramisu, following a hearty spaghetti carbonara as their main course (Harrison was not kidding when he uttered that word so passionately earlier.)
Harrison looks up from his now-empty glass of wine with a cheeky smile. “That’s what she said!”
“Having fun, are we?” She teases him good-naturedly.
“I mean, I could definitely get used to this,” he gestures all around him, “We’re doing something cool and artsy for a change, we’re in Rome…”
“Bumming my dessert…” she stiffly points out as she swats his hand away, although he’s already taken a generous amount of her cake in his spoon.
“Exactly! The desserts here are amazing and I just—” he purposely ignores her and puts the stolen spoonful into his mouth. “What a life, you know?”
She glares at him, although the smile she bites back says otherwise. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m buying you dinner.” she finishes her dessert before he beats her to the final bite.
But she gets what he means; it was a truly good day at work, where they got to play dressup and do something experimental and incredibly sensual with a female-led crew. And to do that with one’s most trusted scene partner is… wonderful.
“Would you and your beautiful wife like some more wine, Signore?” their waiter, a friendly middle-aged man, offers.
The pair exchange looks —a pause, and then they burst into laughter.
“No, no, no. We’re not—” Y/N chortles, too caught up to continue.
The waiter looks at her in confusion. “No to the wine or the… wife thing, Signora?”
“Oh, we’re not together, sir.” Harrison clears his throat and smiles politely, “As for the wine… what do you think, love?”
“I think we’re good. Early day at work tomorrow, remember?” she eyes him pointedly. Then, she looks to the waiter, “Can we have the check, please? Thank you.”
The waiter nods, walking away from this peculiar pair at the windowside table of this little restaurant, tucked away in one tiny corner of the city. He comes back with the check a moment later, still quite adamant on offering another bottle of Chianti to go.
Y/N shakes her head, much more composed now. “Grazie mille. The food was…” she makes a chef’s kiss gesture as she links her arm with Harrison’s on her way out.
“I’ve never seen someone openly shipping us so hard,” she muses as they enter their hotel lobby, just across the street.
“Do you think he recognized us?”
“I don’t think so. He doesn’t have ‘that look’, you know?”
“Ah, yes.” Harrison grins knowingly.
It doesn’t happen very often, but every now and again someone might clock them from their films or OnlyFans and they have this ‘I-can’t-believe-you’re-a-real-person’ look on their face, which can be amusing or unnerving sometimes.
“He does have the look of, ‘if you get the wine, maybe you’ll get frisky later’ though,” he adds, briefly nodding at the receptionist who wishes them a buonasera.
Y/N simply laughs it off, pressing their floor button.
The door closes, one of those antique elevators with the metal trellis and wooden finish. And suddenly there’s no noise anymore. Just the low humdrum of the old engine.
They climb past floor after floor in silence. It’s only in times like this —where there’s no one else that the voices start to settle in. The voices that ask them why aren’t they together and point out just how close they are. Arm in arm. Alone together in this tiny little space.
“Does that ever make you feel… I don’t know, weird?” Harrison speaks up, a little more quietly this time.
His nose nearly brushes against her cheek, and it makes her heart skip a beat. It takes everything to keep her composure and say, “What do you mean?”
“You know, like, when people are nosy, I guess.”
“Ah well, it comes with the job, right?” Y/N coolly shrugs it off. “And you?”
She finally brings herself to turn to him, finding him looking ahead, lips pursed, head tilted away from her. He feels her curious eyes on him, and he meets her gaze. At that moment, it seems they are both keeping their cards close to their chests. And neither is willing to budge.
The elevator dings and Y/N opens her mouth. Harrison doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath.
“You still have some makeup around your eye.” she saunters out of the elevator and towards her hotel room door.
“Fuck’s sake!” he hisses, his voice coming out sharp in the empty hallway.
“Come on, I got some cleansing oil inside,” Y/N motions him over and slides in her key card.
“This is why you’re the fucking best.” Harrison follows her into her room, drops his bag on the entryway with a flourish, and invites himself into her bathroom.
Such is life as Harrison’s friend, she sighs.
“My God, Y/N, how do you live like this?!” he hollers from inside.
She doesn’t rush inside right away. She knows exactly what he’s going on about. And sure enough, she finds him fixing the towel haphazardly strewn on its hanger and rearranging the mess of her skincare products on the bathroom counter. He makes a point to put the toothpaste cap back on in front of her.
“I was in a hurry, okay?” She simply takes the tube from him, replacing it with the glass bottle of her cleansing oil.
“You’re an animal,” he groans, although he lets her push his hair back anyway —carding her fingers through his wavy locks. It feels so good, so comforting, and he secretly wishes she could do it for longer.
But she lets go. She sits by the sink and toys with a fresh towel while he lathers his face with the cleanser. He can see there’s something on her mind, but Y/N is a stubborn little thing. The more one tries to coax it out of her, the deeper it gets buried.
So Harrison stays quiet, lathering his face with her cleansing oil. He can barely see the little knot between her eyebrows in his periphery, but he knows it’s there. Any second now...
“You know, Elena said something similar earlier.”
And there it is. “What’d she say?”
Y/N waits until he turns on the tap, rinsing his face. Perhaps some white noise and mundane activity would be a good buffer. “She asked if we were together. Said the chemistry doesn’t lie, or whatever.”
Harrison turns off the tap, and the small squeak sounds deafening at the moment. “And what did you say?”
“I said we’re really good friends!” she replies matter-of-factly, a little too loud and high-pitched to be casual. Well, at least he’s patting his face with the towel, so she can’t see his face.
Alas, the distraction only buys her 5 seconds until Harrison puts it down. He folds it in two and sets it aside. An extra 3 seconds, but it’s enough for him to muster up the courage to say,
“Would it be so bad if it were true?”
“What?” she looks up from her hands in her lap, for the first time sounding less than cocksure about herself.
He shrugs, absently fixing the row of bottles and tubs in front of him. “I’m just saying.”
“What are you saying?”
“I… like you and I like what we have and —I don’t know. Maybe I want to kiss you when we’re not working.” he wipes his hands awkwardly and leans against the sink.
They’ve been in every intimate situation known to man, with tens of people watching, and yet… in the stillness of this sleek bathroom, bathed in warm vanity light reflected against emerald green tiles, they’ve never felt so naked with each other. So vulnerable.
“Just kisses?” Y/N eventually pipes up, a glint of humor in her eyes —but also a sliver of yearning, too.
“See, that’s the other thing! We already know how compatible we are in bed and, like, we both do the same shit for work; we don’t need to have that awkward conversation about what the relationship will be like between us.”
“What if I want you to quit doing porn?” she crosses her arms, challenging him. Making sure he’s not fucking with her.
He makes a face like he knows her like the back of his hand. “Do you, really?”
And he does, she begrudgingly admits. “No, I don’t,” she sighs.
“That’s exactly what I mean." he lodges himself between her open legs. “What do you say?”
Y/N loosely wraps her legs around his trim waist, hands sneaking under his sweatshirt. “What if it doesn’t work out?”
It’s a valid concern and definitely something he’s maturely considered. “Then we… go back to being friends and co-workers. I mean, at the very worst, I don’t see us ending so badly, we wouldn’t stand to be around each other.”
“I don’t know about that, though. You’re pretty anal.”
“I thought you liked me because I’m anal.” he quirks his eyebrows at the last word.
“Shut up…” she weakly swats his chest, though she keeps her hand there, her initial worries dissipating. Gosh, being with Harrison is so easy. “So we’re doing this?”
“If you want to.”
“Sex without a camera, huh? That’s new.” she smirks at her own remark.
“No camera, no crew, no makeup…” he teases, pulling her in.
Their foreheads rest against each other, and it does calm her nerves a bit. “When in Rome,” she murmurs.
She makes the first move. They must’ve kissed a thousand times today, adding to tens of thousands more kisses in all the times they’ve worked together. But this one feels new. Unhurried. Untethered.
Indulgent, for once.
They eventually move to the bed and Y/N has no qualms with continuing their makeout session right away, but of course Harrison can’t stand the mess of clothes on the edge of the bed. She tuts and pushes it onto the floor, only to find him shooting a dirty glare at her.
“You’re an animal,” Harrison reiterates his disdain for her messy habits.
“Ugh, you’re so anal. Leave me alone!” She groans, stretching out her limbs in her bed.
“I didn’t hear you complain about that earlier,” he retorts, pulling her back into his arms.
The night is young and with no marks to hit, no takes to nail, they just lay on their sides and make out in bed for the longest time. Fingers dancing on the skin under their shirts, lazily peeling away one clothing item after another. She draws an invisible line from freckle to freckle, from his neck to his hip, before eventually resting her palm over his heart. Beating stubbornly under the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Harrison’s hand treads between her legs, knuckles stroking her soft inner thigh. She lets him in, of course, reveling in the way he traces her clit. How his whole body presses against hers, taking in every shift in her movement. Every twitch. Every subtle reaction to the way he makes her feel so fucking good.
Y/N arches up into his touch as he inches closer towards her opening. No words needed to be said; he knows what she wants. And when he spreads her own wetness around her cunt just a little too long, he simply wants to savor her bashful little laugh… and watch it falter when his fingers swiftly enter her.
“Shit…” her hand flies up around his neck, pulling him back into a kiss.
He falls out of the kiss as her jaw slacks at the quickening of his pace, and he ventures down her breasts. Finding his way to her hardened nipple, nipping and sucking to his heart’s desire.
And his heart desires to hear her sweet sighs and feel her fall apart underneath him.
She gives him just that, and it’s the easiest thing ever. Her whole body is overwhelmed with the sensation of his fingers stroking her sweet spot and his thumb lightly —lithely pressing on her clit. Soon enough, she succumbs to the impending release and whimpers his name as she cums. She trusts him to listen to her body and follow the signs, and sure enough… he does. He powers through her orgasm and slows his pace as she winds down.
"Fuck, that was nice.” she falls back into her pillow.
“I know. You’ve been doing a lot of the work today, my love,” he smooths out her hair, kissing her sweetly. “Want me to take the reins now?”
“Mm, yes please.” As bossy as she is, Y/N can’t fight how her limbs feel like jelly after that. And being taken care of really doesn’t sound so bad right now.
And Harrison is more than happy to do so. He lines up his hard, veiny cock and slides it in bit by bit, letting her adjust to his size. He’s always been thicker than he seems, and as sexy as it may be to make her scream with one swift thrust, the promise of slow, vanilla sex sounds way more enticing to them.
Y/N wraps her legs around his waist and eventually pulls him all the way in. Above all, her heart feels full at how tender they are with each other.
“You feel so good…” he hums into her neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake as he feels her walls gripping him like a vice.
“So do you, darling,” she murmurs back, grinding her hips into his.
He starts thrusting in and out of her, easing her into the comings and goings of his cock. She keeps him close, though. Letting herself be enshrouded by his body, his scent. His warmth. It feels grounding.
And when Harrison picks up his pace and inching closer towards their high, she finds herself settling back into the comfort of their relationship. In her haze of it all, she still finds it in her to tease him.
“That’s it. Fuck. Be a good boy and take care of Daddy,” she lazily grins.
He clenches his jaw, the motion of his hips faltering just a little. “Fuck’s sake, don’t do that.”
“Do what?” she blinks up at him, feigning innocence and fooling nobody.
“You know what, Y/N,” he replies with a grunt and a thrust that reaches deep into her core.
And of course, with the big dick energy she possesses, she responds with a sharp smack on his ass. “Don’t be rude, that’s Daddy for you.”
“Fuck!” he feels the clench of her pussy, the sting of her palm, and the sly smirk gazing up at him and he loses all control. Blowing his load into her silky inner walls.
Meanwhile Y/N is rocking a shit-eating million-dollar smile through it all. That little shit.
“That’s a dirty fucking game you’re playing,” he says between labored breaths into the crook of her neck.
“I know.” she kisses his sweat-damp hair.
Harrison, sluggish as he is after his orgasm, lifts his head up to meet her gaze. “I’mma get you for that.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
Y/N feels two things in the span of 3 seconds: emptiness, from Harrison pulling out of her and his weight on top of her suddenly gone just like that. And then warmth, of his mouth on her spent, dripping pussy. He wastes no time devouring the juices leaking out of her like it’s the only thing he’ll ever do. There's no camera to pander the money shot —just his insatiable self and this sexy, peculiar, funny creature that he’s crazy about. And if he spends the rest of his life bringing her to her sweet release and nothing else, he’d be the luckiest man alive.
Her big finish comes as sudden, as intense as her beginning. The kind that takes her breath away and makes her thighs tremble and close in around his head. And he makes good on his promise —he keeps licking her clit as a playful revenge, until she actively pushes his head away from the overstimulation.
“You’re an animal,” she whines, although she pulls him back into her embrace.
“That’s what you get for exposing me!”
“Um, excuse me? You exposed yourself, sir.”
“I guess I couldn’t help it when you’re being so fucking sexy like that.”
They exchange looks, the room suddenly quieting down —and then they burst into laughter, gagging and shuddering at the corny, porn-y pickup line.
“Oh God, Elena is gonna have a field day tomorrow,” Y/N sighs as she settles back into his chest. He makes for a nice pillow, it turns out.
“Ah well, let her,” he smooths out her sexed-up hair gently, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “We’ll be alright.”
And if this is what she falls asleep and wakes up to forever, she’s pretty sure she will be.
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delicatetom · 5 years
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maybe some harrison fluff about daily routines with his girlfriend? Her watching him shave while she tweezes her eyebrows, maybe showering together, nighttime face masks... idk
THIS. IS. MY. AESTHETIC™️.
okay so harrison definitely has a skincare routine. that boy is a model for gods sake. but yours would be better become honey you’ve been doin this since you were 12. he’d be blown away by the whole process but secretly he’d be trying to memorize it so that whenever you’re too tired or drunk he can do it for you. he knows how much you care about your skin.
and for some reason you loved watching him shave ?? it’s just so domestic and fluffy and it makes you really feel like an adult in a healthy relationship and for some reason it makes you wanna marry him even more.
and he’d pout whenever you tweezed your eyebrows bc he hated seeing you in pain. you’d reassure him you’re fine and that the pain doesn’t last long.
you two would do a relaxing hydrating face mask together because it just felt so good inside and out. and he’d insist on taking funny selfies together, giggling the entire time.
then you two would shower, washing each other’s hair and bodies without it being too sexual (except for a few cheeky jokes on harrison’s part). and wrapped up in his clothes after rubbing lotion all over each other, you two would drift off to sleep in your warm plush bed.
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