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noellie-writes217 · 3 months

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Unemployed and Uneducated

Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own

Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative

“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.

The same few thoughts flood his brain:

* I’m pathetic

* I can’t do this much longer

* I can’t do anything

* I need help

- Who the hell could I ask?

- I’m fucking alone!

- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?

* I am so fucked in the head

- Lost everyone

1. First my parents

2. Ben

3. Tony

4. May

5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life

Man this shit is gonna give me a complex

* I am so depressed

- I should get medication

- I can’t afford medication

- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency

* And I’m back to being pathetic

“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.

Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.

“So where did you graduate?”

“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”

Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.

“So tell me about what you like to do.”

‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.

“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”

———

Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.

Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.

‘Nothing will ever be the same.’

Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.

And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.

“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.

“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.

“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”

It’s Happy.

Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.

“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.

“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.

Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.

“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.

“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”

Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.

— — —

“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”

Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.

“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”

“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.

Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.

“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.

“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.

“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.

Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”

“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.

“What?”

“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”

“Stormy’s Autobody.”

#tom holland smut #peter parker angst #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #spiderman x black cat #spiderman #tasm spiderman #black cat #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #peter parker #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield

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hazosterfeildandtomholland · 1 year

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Requests

Hey everyone!

now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.

thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started

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holland-daydream · 2 years

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Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland x harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x reader

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thegirlintheswivelchair · 2 years

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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! 😃

#come be anonymous #or not #I’d love to chat #kena’s wip update #tag im it

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hotforharrison · 1 year

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Love! I need your help as pro in Haz fics! Maybe you know work where Haz and Tom had hidden feelings for each other, but then one kissed another (at the kitchen as I remember) and it turned to smut really fast - they went to bedroom

Can you help me? Or maybe you can recommend some Haz/Tom fics with smut in it?

Hope you're nailed your weekend!

It's been a while since I read any Tom/Harrison fics, but the first one that comes to mind is this one! Hopefully, it's what you were looking for!

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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∘◦ ღ ◦∘ Harrison Osterfield - Quarantine ∘◦ ღ ◦∘

A/N - I wrote this during the first lockdown that Britain were in. ow we’re in the third, and almost a year later, I’m uploading this onto my Tumblr from my Wattpad. And yes, before everyone says it, I am fully aware that the Holland’s and Haz were isolating in two different houses and haven’t been living together for months, but this makes it more amusing, and as I say, it was written a while ago. I do not know Harrison, nor do I claim to; this is a work of fiction and entirely my own.

Warnings - cursing, smut, detailed sex, cockwarming, oral, kinky names, mentions of sleeping around... you know the drill by now.

Summary - Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

YOU AREN’T SURE HOW, but in some strange twist of fate, you’ve ended up in self isolation with the Holland’s. But it doesn’t end there, no, not just the Holland’s, but Harrison and Tuwaine too.

You have a bed in the attic, the other side of Harrison’s room, but you’re hardly sleeping in it. Seeing as you’re the only girl among an entire collection of (ahem, horny) and barely adult boys, you were most certainly on their beckon call. You didn’t mind being called to Sam, Harry’s, even Tom’s rooms late at night; you simply wished that you'd be asked to sleep with the one you actually wanted. Harrison.

You and he had been friends as long as you could remember, neighbours from age 4 and friends ever since. Even through uni when you studied a double major and you had zero free time, he was still constant in your life. You’d met Tom and the boys, the twins being closer to your age, and gotten on with them all as well. It just so happened that you ended up on a job with Mr Holland, and that’s what brought all of you closer together with you being in their house often to work on this project it also just so happened that you’d been hanging around with them all when lockdown was announced, leaving you to be in trouble if you drove halfway across London to your own home, so they invited you to stay and had any and all necessary items mailed to you by your roommate. You were only trusted to stay with Harrison after your history together and nothing ever having come of you two, though Mrs Holland did not trust the other boys enough with you and therefore did a bed check every night and every morning to make sure you were alone, though it was always a deceitful check on everyone’s behalf.

You didn’t thank Tom, Sam or Harry post-sex since you’d always have to return to your own cold bed, next to a sleeping Harrison, a sleeping Harrison who wouldn’t dare use you as a booty call like the other three did. It was safe to say that Harrison also had no idea of your truancies since he slept like a light and no one would discuss your actions at the dinner table to save your dignity, and their own necks.

Tonight though, you have other plans. Harrison has some papers to look through and will therefore be sitting at his desk, procrastinating before his computer for hours, only to be left to flick through the contract at an utterly ungodly hour, and he’d proceed to sleep tomorrow, all throughout the day. You were going to help him relax: maybe a massage, a cuddle, a blunt. Or you’d sit on his lap, watch to see whether he’d tense or relax beneath your bare legs, or whether he’d pick up on whose shirt you were to wear. That was the only tell: you’d steal a shirt from each brother to wear as a mark the next day, but you’d simply claim they were more comfortable than your own tight fitting button downs and crop tops. Harrison hadn’t noticed, not yet though as far as you knew, but each brother wore a slight smirk every day that you wore their shirt.

It hurt that Harrison wouldn’t be able to tell with his usual obliviousness, but you’d shower before seeing to him tonight, and wear one of his shirts so that when he got it back it might smell like you, a scent he claimed to enjoy.

As soon as dinner finishes, you leap away from the three boys all vying for your attention.

“I have work to do, and a shower to have. Plus, I’m tired.” You respond to all three on your journey up the stairs, hearing Harrison groan very loudly from the attic, followed by his head hitting the keyboard of his laptop. You smile sadly to yourself, a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement expelling from your body while the water lashes at your skin, soothing any pain or fear you may be feeling. You increase the heat, allowing the steam to fill your pores as you lean your head forwards to keep your hair dry, held in a messy bun.

You imagine his touch all over your bare body, his finger tracing your jaw, but a knock on the door and a yell to hurry up snaps you from your trance, making you turn off the water and wrap a soft towel (that you know to be Harrison’s) around yourself. You scowl at Harry on your way out, in response to which he sticks his tongue out childishly.

You end up mostly dry after taking a longer than usual walk up the steps to the attic, lingering on each one until the balls of your feet become sore. You peek your head around the door, only to see Harrison in a hoodie and boxers, a grimace on his lips while attacking his keyboard with a ferocity that you’ve scarcely seen. His anger causes you to furrow your brows, silently wishing that you succeed in calming him instead of making him feel worse.

You slip into a pair of panties and grab your favourite of his shirts off one of the hangers. You pull out your phone under a guise if he spots you, absentmindedly scrolling through your feed while eyeing Harrison. He slows his typing and begins clicking his mouse at the screen slowly, intently reading the reams of white on his laptop.

It’s time, you tell yourself, standing up from the bed and walking behind him. You place your hands on his shoulders, splaying your fingers and digging your thumbs in. Harrison’s body goes lax, his hands falling from the laptop to the desk, laying his hands flat on the wood. He lets out a groan and rolls his head back, falling right onto the pillow of your chest. You continue to rub his shoulders, enjoying the way he’s slowly relaxing under your therapeutic touch, that is until he swats you away with a small, sad smile. You sigh, having none of it, and crawl your hands down to the hem of his hoodie.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his tone dripping with boredom. “I have this contract to read, you know I do.”

“Exactly.” You reply after thinking for a moment. You want to say the right thing, you want this to go seamlessly, so every word has to be perfect, not to mention every action.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t battle against your bid to remove his hoodie, and obligingly lifts his arms up over his head so that you can pull his jumper off. You toss it to the side and hear something fall to the floor, but that’s somehow the least of your concerns. You reward Harrison with a kiss to the soft, unblemished skin of his neck - but it won’t stay that way, not for much longer.

You thread your fingers into his beautiful brown locks and tug a little, just to let him know that you mean business. His lips part as though intending to let out a groan of some kind, but it doesn’t come, so with disappointment you continue to play with his hair the way you love to. He doesn’t stop you, so that’s something, right?

When he hasn’t given you attention for too long, albeit about five minutes, you walk around in front of him. His eyes are forced to retrain from his screen to where your breasts show in his top. Apparently, going braless in one of his tops has its perks, not talking about your nipples.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs. He pushes his chair out and gestures for you to drape yourself over his legs and lap, which you do more than willingly while wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging at the wonderfully soft curls at the nape.

“I know this isn’t ideal, you need to do proper work and be having contact with your girls, but I’ll get you out soon, I know the boys are a lot.”

You simply hum in acknowledgement, adjusting your seat on his bare legs. Skin on skin, electrifying in every sense of the word.

“That is why you’re doing this, right?” He asks, nervously almost, and you instantly feel as though you’re molesting him, until he wraps his strong arms around your back. You could moan at the contact, his muscles tensing all around you, the feel of Harrison and his smell radiating around you, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You move your hands to his shoulders and begin to massage again, just from the front this time, a feeble attempt to procrastinate against your goal. Harrison’s gone back to reading his screen, so while he’s still gathering what he’s reading, it’s your only shot.

You twist on his lap until you’re completely straddling him, your forehead pressed to his. The beautiful blue-green of his eyes sends you into a trance, melting your insides. You can swear that you see him nod a little, so you begin to move your hips. You grind and swirl on his lap, undulating your hips in a perfect figure of eight when you feel him harden beneath you.

With your ministrations paused momentarily, you take a sharp intake of breath and say, “This was never about attention because I’ve been stuck with the boys, this is because I want you.”

Harrison’s face instantly melts into an expression of relief, a goofy smile on his (what you hope to be) soft lips.

“I thought you didn’t want me because you were sleeping with the others,” he says, and you shake your head, tears of relief and happiness almost spilling from your eyes. You feel warm and fuzzy despite the guilt, shame and anger bubbling from your truancies with the Holland boys.

“You knew then?”

“How couldn’t I?” He remarks, “you’re all they talk about when there’s no adults and no Paddy in the room. What they did to you, how many times they made you cry out their names, the marks they tried to leave on you until your own dominant side came out. Every conversation I had to excuse myself out of mainly respect from you, because what they said upset me but I just couldn’t say so, but then I just came up here and imagined what you’d be doing to me.” Your heart hitches in your throat, butterflies filling your stomach and travelling into your every limb, making your skin tingle. Your stomach rises in goosebumps, as does the skin of your thighs, and you notice that it’s because Harrison has his hands underneath your (his) shirt, and he’s skimming over your waist and legs, holding you and savouring the feel of your skin beneath him. He kisses your neck, once, twice, and it’s gone.

He turns back to his computer and continues his work, looking over your shoulder and letting his eyes train every tiny black line of script on his screen. Your neediness is at an all time high, one hand resting absently on your hip, just above your bum while his other hand clicks at his keyboard and mouse like it’s second nature. The speed of his fingers makes you even needier, craving for him to be inside you already, so you climb onto his bare thigh and trap it between your own.

You dig your hips down into his leg, grinding and aching for friction, and you already know that you’re dripping onto his skin. The fine hair on his thighs gives a delicious amount of friction - not too much but not too little. As you go further, your mouth parts a little more, allowing you to let out a strangled whimper. Your thigh brushes Harrison’s cock through his boxers, and you feel his hand grip your waist tighter, almost painfully.

Your pussy starts throbbing, aching for more of him, while your hands rake his back, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Your head falls to the crook of Harrison’s neck as you approach your high, moving your hips more fervently and letting out moans is anticipation. You wonder if Harrison is even able to pay attention to his contract anymore with what you’re doing to him, but that thought is set to rest when you’re right on the edge, but both of his hands grip your hips and move you off his thigh, the skin glistening with your essence.

For a minute, you think he’ll be angry, make you clean it up, but instead he just kisses you. His lips catch yours more desperately than you could’ve dreamt, immediately biting down on your lower lip, trapped inside his mouth. You let out the loudest moan you could in the moment, but Harrison finds it heavenly, delving his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss while his hands grip your ass. He pulls away, looking at you with those puppy eyes that he knows you can’t resist.

“Sit on my cock? Just ‘til I finish this section, then I’ll take you as hard as you want.”

You look sceptical, and Harrison can tell, you know because he kissed you again and moves his hands from your bum to wrap his arms around your whole body and keep you close to him. His lips pressed against your own is enough convincing, so you move your panties aside and accommodate while Harrison takes his boxers off.

When he does, you’re surprised at how big he is, bigger than any of the lads you’ve been with before. Long and substantial, you want to drool just looking at his dick standing proud against his stomach. Nervously, you slide down on him. His girth stretches your every wall and his tip hits new spots until finally you’re balls deep. He groans and exhales, eyes closed while trying to gather his bearings.

“Fuck.” He says. “Your cunt bottomed out on my cock, keeping me warm and hard, you’re an angel.”

His words drive you crazy, making you moan and involuntarily clench around him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You wrap yourself around him like a koala bear, craving to have as much skin to skin contact as is possible. Your head lays on his chest to stay out of his way, and he seems thankful to be able to see the screen but also feel you.

You stay seated on Harrison for no more than ten minutes as he taps away at his keyboard and scrolls through the pages. Occasionally he moves, stimulating you enough for you to gasp or tighten around him, and in those instances he kisses behind your ear.

You listen to his heart, slowing or increasing its speed depending on your movements. The steady heave of his chest moving with his breathing is strangely calming, making you feel closer to him, more stimulated and comforted, something like love.

Suddenly, his laptop slams shut and he thrusts up into you. You yelp a little and snap your head up, nose nudging with his and your lips grazing.

“You’ve been driving me crazy, and you’ve done it on purpose. Were you sleeping with the others to get my attention? Am I better than them already? Bigger?” You whimper, his words building a fire inside you. “You don’t have to answer, love, I can already tell by your body.”

You cling to him even tighter than before as he clears everything off his desk, breaking a pencil pot while he’s at it, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“You choose a desk to fuck me on when we have two beds up here, both of which will make a lot less noise?”

He looks downcast and releases a giggle. “Yeah, didn’t think of that.”

“It’s fine,” you say, cupping his jaw and caressing his stubbled cheek, “you can fuck me harder on this and let the boys know who I belong to tonight.”

He places you down beneath him on the desk, still hard inside you, but instead of attacking you again in a ferocious kiss, he looks down at you and marvels in your beauty just for a moment, his scrutiny surprisingly doesn’t phase you, it only makes you feel treasured, so as your eyes follow the movements of his rippling muscles, he smiles faintly and kisses you softly.

“Fuck me Haz,” you whisper, those simple words being all the motivation needed, because he pulls out, leaving you whining at the emptiness of only his twitching tip inside your core, but within seconds he pushes all the way back in.

He feels heavenly, your eyes rolling back into your head and a surprised moan leaving your lips. He smiles down at you before pulling out and thrusting back inside you, setting a steady pace. Every move feels like paradise, every jolt of his hips swindling shockwaves of pleasure through your craving body, having been desperate for him for a good while.

He feels heavenly inside you, his tip grazing that special spot inside you. “Harrison!” You cry, as quietly as you can. He leans down and pulls the neck of your (his) shirt down so that he can get access to your breast, immediately latching his lips onto your nipple, biting at it viciously while pressing his hands onto your spread thighs. You feel yourself approaching an edge, a timed coil curling inside your stomach as his ministrations continue.

He’s so much better than the others - not that they weren’t good, they have a basic idea of what to do with you and how to use you, and they’re decently sized, but they can’t make you feel the way Harrison can.

“I’m close...” you whisper between incoherent murmurs. He’s not too noisy, which may or may not be a blessing paired with the slamming and squeaking of the desk beneath your bodies, it’s mostly just breathy grunts and occasional curses.

“Me too, beautiful.” He dances his forefinger up your thigh and rubs circles around your wetness, allowing you to let go.

The coil within springs open, and you feel your body fall loose, vision blurring with stars in your eyes and core clenching around Harrison - it feels like heaven. Feeling this, he climaxes soon after you and to save from screaming, kisses you in a messy fight of teeth and tongues, half muffling the pornographic moans that would otherwise be bound to spill.

Harrison falls down onto you, chest heaving and breathless, but nonetheless he still places open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“I’ll wait for you to get your breath, shall I?” You tease while running your finger up and down his spine. He chuckles and climbs fully on top of you, cuddling you into his chest. “Well, now I can see why you don’t have a girlfriend yet. Can’t even go for one round without ending up flustered. Lucky that I’ll have you no matter.”

He hums into you, holding you and savouring the silence filled with only your breathing and a few sounds from downstairs, but soon the wood becomes too uncomfortable.

Harrison slips an arm beneath you and carries you across the room to his unmade bed, as opposed to your neatly tucked in one with your entire collection of clothes and makeup on top of the sheets, but his bed is probably comfier since he’s always in it.

“Round two?”

Your heart rate increases, a burning blush rising to the tips of your ears as well as a shy smile snaking its way across your lips, still swollen from Harrison’s attack, not to mention the swollen parts of your skin where he paid a little more attention, leaving marks and memories for days to come.

“I’d like to see you try.” You tease, keeping your cool resolve despite feeling anxious straddling him, his eyes flitting between your chest, eyes and lips, unsure of what to do or how to use his mouth, a definite rarity for someone like him.

He seems desperate, putting his hands on your hips and thirstily jolting his hips upwards - if you’d been a few inches further down, he would’ve been straight back inside you, and maybe that’s what he was hoping for.

“Any hole’s a goal, isn’t that what Tom says?”

He loves it when you tease him, that much you’re learnt over the years. Every girl he’s been with you’ve found a way to tease him about it, anything he says, anything he does, and he loves it since it usually ends in a play fight and him surrendering control of the tv remote to you. This time however, it ends in something far different.

He tugs the shirt up further and pulls you roughly so that your calves are either side of his neck, your once again dripping core hovering above his face and awaiting tongue.

“Only if it’s yours.” He says, his breath sending shockwaves through your body straight from your core.

His tongue deftly finds its way through your folds and inside your tensing cavern, and it feels heavenly. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue laps up all around you, his lips working in tandem while his tongue dances inside you. The moans leaving your mouth are otherworldly noises that you’ve never quite made before, maybe because you’ve never sat on anyone’s face, never mind someone as experienced as Harrison, something that you’re now learning is far from a bad thing.

“Harrison!” You cry when he delves a little deeper. His eyes remain between your own and the way your boobs bounce inside his shirt while you squirm on top of him. Every noise the pair of you make masks the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs to the attic, and muffle the sound of knocking on the door.

Harrison’s mouth continues its assault on your needy heat, your one hand weaving into his hair while the other massages your breast through your shirt, bringing stimulation to your nipple and bringing your climax closer and closer...

“Haz, we get that you hate work but you really don’t have to make so much noise- OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

You freeze, your recently shut eyes shooting open and darting over to the door, ajar with Tom standing just over the threshold, staring right at the two of you with a face of horror and disgust. Harrison however, bites down on your sensitive nub in his state of shock, and your second orgasm washes over you in such a state of unexpected euphoria that you lose all your bearings.

You cry out Harrison’s name like a prayer, chanting it while he cleans you up, and it’s not for a solid minute after your climax ends that you realise Tom is still in the room with you, rendered speechless, mouth agape and dumbfounded.

When you clock what’s happening, you grasp Harrison’s duvet and yank it up to cover you both while you climb off Harrison’s face, his lips still glistening with your cum. He seems lost for words, too, blanching more and more with every passing second. He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. No one moves, except for Harrison’s cock twitching under the duvet.

“It’s not what it looks like...” you say, your words getting lost in the thick tension of the room, like a rubber band pulled so tightly that it could snap at any given moment.

“Really? Because it looks like Harrison was just eating you out!”

You can’t fault Tom's logic, it is exactly what it looks like, so you just blush and pull the duvet up to your chin while wishing for a black hole to swallow you up.

You can’t help but notice how beautiful Harrison looks though, plump lips and that wonderful glint in his eyes, messy hair and no top.

“Ok, so it’s exactly what it looks like, surprise?” You can’t figure out what to say to him in the current situation, but instantly feel relaxed when Harrison begins to rub his palm up and down your thigh beneath the duvet .

“What- oh, this is why you called?” Sam now makes an appearance, folding his arms and standing next to a resolute Tom. You can’t decipher if he’s angry, amused or something else. “Our plan worked!” He suddenly shouts, and within seconds, Harry arrives beside the pair, a smirk on his lips.

“Really? So shagging Y/N and talking about it in front of me was all a ploy to get us together? And if so, why does Mr Fancy Pants here look so angry?” Harrison asks, and you can feel him willing his boner to wilt while in the presence of the brothers.

“Yes!” Comes paddy’s voice from the doorway, swiftly standing in front of Tom.

You smirk, but Harrison scowls, unable to accommodate this situation within his mind.

“He’s probably shocked because he walked in on you two... you know. But yeah, it was all a plan, sorry by the way.” Harry says, you just wave it off but Harrison’s grip on your leg tightens.

“Don’t be angry, it worked didn’t it?” Sam chimes in, patting Paddy on the back before making his way out.

Tom has to have the last word, you can see it on the settling lines on his forehead, so you brace yourself closer to Haz. “And don’t I bloody know that it worked!”

Maybe the drama was worth it for the laugh out of Tom’s reaction, though Harrison would argue with you there.

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‘stay safe, cheer up’ masterlist 💛🧡💙

~ ~ ~ my first ever blurb event that happened during the covid-19 crisis and lockdown period, hope you enjoyed it 💕 ~ ~ ~

TOM HOLLAND

Tom gushes about Reader during an interview

Reader goes back at her workplace and bumps into CEO!Tom (SMUT)

Cuddle time turns naughty (SMUT)

Tom dyes Reader’s hair during quarantine

Tom being cheeky and a tease during Reader’s online class (A BIT NSFW)

Tom surprises Reader with champagne to celebrate (SMUT)

Tom bought an epic bounce castle

Reader is lockdowned at home and misses Tom a lot, so he cheers her up

Tom and Reader are on a long distance relationship but still support each other

Tom meets Reader’s two-year-old child for the first time

Tom comforts Reader because she gets insecure

Tom realises he’s in love with Reader during a wedding

Tom surprises everyone by taking time off and Reader gets emotional

Surgeon!Reader lost her first patient and Tom comforts her (ANGST)

Harry reveals Tom and Reader’s relationship during an IG live

Tom helps Pregnant!Reader because she can’t fall asleep (dad AU)

Tom takes care of Reader being tired/stressed from work

Reader snaps after feeling left out (ANGSTY)

Doggy and rimming (SMUT)

Harry unfortunately caught Tom and Reader having sex (SMUT)

Pharaoh!Reader being in a secret relationship with Guard!Tom (Ancient Egypt AU) (SMUT)

Tom reassures Pregnant!Reader during the lockdown (dad AU)

Tom got hit in the crotch by his son and tries to act brave (dad AU)

Tom getting turned on when Reader speaks in Italian (SMUT)

HARRISON OSTERFIELD

Florist!Reader gets to meet her other half (soulmate AU)

Harrison gushes about Reader during an interview

Harrison helps Reader to get over her ex

Trying to do the lift from ‘Dirty Dancing’ is not easy but funny

Harrison being cheeky after doing a few challenges (A BIT NSFW)

Harrison snaps badly after feeling left out by Reader (ANGST)

Harrison shows you some of his kinks (SMUT)

ZENDAYA

Zendaya and Reader being besties

PETER PARKER

Peter taking Reader on a swing for the first time

Reader being insecure about being in a relationship (ANGST)

Peter gets to know your tortoise pet

MICHELLE JONES

Girls’ night ahead with MJ

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never been better — haz x tom x reader

type: one-shot detail: harrison osterfield x tom holland x fem!reader word count: 4.2k warnings: some plot, mostly nsfw content, threesome, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cum play, overstimulation, language, dom!haz, dom?tom, sub!reader complete masterlist

author’s note: this is pretty much filth, it was meant to be a blurb and then it became this so enjoy

He looked delicious. They both looked delicious. They were sitting side-by-side on the floor, beers in their hands, their voices filled with huskiness and brightness as they laughed. It had been a long night of dancing and drinking, and the boys had offered to bring you home rather than let you stumble on the sidewalk.

They didn’t want to go. You had pouted when you had hugged them goodbye, and Tom knew that pretty face better than anyone. You had such a sparkle in your eye, and it was true; you didn’t want to be alone. So you cracked open their favorite beers and put them on the coffee table. One beer had turned into two, two into three, and three had turned into you all huddling around an empty one, watching as it rolled between you. You sat opposite of them, your knees tucked underneath you, and you watched as Tom spun an empty bottle between his nimble fingers. You smiled a bit.

“Remember when we used to play that?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Tom had shed his leather jacket, now in his untucked button down and jeans. He smiled at you.

“Aye,” he nodded. “You were my first kiss that night.”

“We were so little!” You giggled, and Harrison rolled his eyes a bit, taking a long swig of his beer. You put your own drink down and crawled close to them on your hands and knees. “Don’t be jealous, Harri. Look, we can play, if you want...if you’re so mad about it,” you laughed.

“There’s only three of us,” Harrison pointed out, raising a brow. He was still wearing his jean jacket, and you loved how he looked in denim. He had put his glasses on after you came in, and you thought he looked so soft and sweet with them on.

“So,” you shrugged, biting your lip. “I still wanna play.”

Tom and Harrison looked at each other for a moment. They met eyes, almost as if it was a competition, and Harrison’s lip twitched for a moment before he grabbed the bottle.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Let’s play.”

Play.

You grinned, and you took the bottle into your hands, putting it down onto the floor between you before spinning it, watching as it rolled on its side, the neck of the bottle switching between the three of you quickly.

Harrison, Tom, Harrison, Tom...

You looked up at the both of them as the glass swished against the wooden floor, and they were both staring hungrily at it. You could see it in their dark eyes that they both were begging for that bottle to land on them. Their lips were wet and plump, and they probably tasted like beer, and you wanted to explore that flavor so badly.

You giggled when the bottle stopped moving. The neck of the bottle had stopped, but it hadn’t landed on either of them. It had landed smack in the middle of them. You looked up at them, and they both sat up at the same time.

“It landed my way.”

“You’re so full of shit, look at the way it’s pointing, you fucking div! It landed my way.”

“You’re the fucking blind one!”

“It landed my way.”

You pushed the bottle to the side, sitting back on your heels. You pouted a bit. Maybe you were just feeling confident. Maybe you were just absolutely horny. Maybe it was the alcohol flowing in your veins, trickling all over you, maybe it was just the way they both looked absolutely incredible in the dark light. You couldn’t stop the words as they tumbled out of your mouth.

“Hmmm...if you can’t choose, then I guess...” You sighed, biting your lip, “I-I guess I’ll just have to kiss both of you.”

Harrison stopped for a second, not able to speak. He took a long swig of beer before coughing, a fist on his chest to help him breathe better again.

Did he hear that right?

“Come again?” Tom raised a brow, and you leaned over onto your hands on knees, smiling.

“I said,” you cooed, “that I’ll just have to kiss both of you.”

You pushed the bottle out of the way as you crawled towards them, your eyes darkening as you got closer. You were stalking towards them on your hands and knees, the dress you were wearing riding up on your thighs and your cleavage on display for them to admire. The curves of you had been out for them to touch, grab, squeeze all night, but neither of them had thought about how absolutely irresistible you truly were. You became alive suddenly, a lit flame under their eyes, and they did not want to stop it from glowing.

“At the same time,” you added, finally getting close enough to grab onto Harrison’s collar and yank him towards you. You sat up on your knees again, taking the front of Tom’s shirt and pulling him in with your other hand. Tom didn’t put up much of a fight, but Harrison was more stiff to the touch. “It’s okay,” you said finally, putting a hand on Harrison’s cheek. “Just kiss me. Like you’ve always wanted to.”

That was enough to pull him right in. It was soft at first. Tom’s lips hit the corner of your mouth as Harrison nudged himself right there in front, kissing you softly, firmly. You giggled in response, allowing yourself turn your head and plant a soft kiss on Tom, Harrison’s kisses moving to your cheek. You were right. They both tasted like beer.

You pulled away slowly, but neither of them leaned back or away from you. Tom had put his beer down, and one hand touched your hip as the other tried to find your hand, touching your fingers soothingly. Harrison had his free hand on your back, where he was toying with the zipper of your dress, his palm lowering to caress your ass over your dress.

“Like we’ve always wanted to?” Tom echoed, and you swallowed hard.

“Y-Yeah,” you looked between them. “Like...like we’ve always...w-wanted to.”

It happened so quickly. Tom knocked over the bottles scattered around you, tackling you onto the floor practically as he brought you in for a sloppy, drunk kiss. You didn’t shy away from his tongue, which had been poking at your bottom lip, and he was tasting your mouth for the first time, savoring the minty and sugary flavor from the countless mojitos you had at the bar. He fisted your hair tightly, forcing you both upright as you settled into his lap. Your thighs fit around his waist as you kissed messily, your fingers going into his sweaty curls as his breaths got heavier and heavier.

Harrison watched, tipping his beer back and downing what remained in his bottle. Then, he reached over for your beer and finished it. He shook the nerves out of him before reached over timidly and touching the bare skin of your back, and he grunted as Tom grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards you, so forcefully that Harrison’s chest hit your back flush from behind so that you were sandwiched between them.

You pulled away from Tom and leaned your head back as he trailed feathery kisses down your jaw. You reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of Harrison’s neck, pulling him down towards you to mold your lips against his. Your own mouth was feeling a bit swollen and tender, but you had no desire to stop kissing either of them. Harrison cupped one side of your face as you kissed, shedding his jacket before gripping the back of your dress and unzipping it as Tom worked on nipping and biting at the tops of your breasts. You slowly took Harrison’s glasses off, tossing them onto the couch, revealing those sweet blue eyes all for you.

“My boys,” you cooed against Harrison’s lips, and he lowered his hand from your cheek to your neck, holding you there possessively. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, looking down at you with those piercing baby blues. He was hard in thought, rubbing a thumb across your jaw, and you licked your lips. “What is it, Harri? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just...” He licked over his bottom lip, and you whined a bit as you felt the cool sensation of his rings as he slid his hand further down your throat. His hand made its way to the breast that Tom wasn’t kissing, and he squeezed it roughly. He smirked a bit. “I was only wondering whose cock you could take first.”

The doubt left his eyes, and all you saw was the arrogant, sexy demeanor he normally wore with his girls. But now you were the girl, and his eyes were on you, and you had always wondered what it would be like to be a Harrison girl. Thrilling, because his gaze set you on fire and just the touch of his hand was making you shake. His smirk went straight to your core, and just watching him lick his lips for long enough could make you finish on the spot.

You smiled suddenly, leaning up to kiss him again, but you broke the kiss as a loud moan escaped you. Tom had pulled your dress down to your waist, and he was quick about wrapping those soft lips around a taut nipple and sucking hard. Your hand went straight into his curls, breaking up the product in his hair as you tugged and pulled with delight.

“Shit, Tommy,” you managed to say, and it wasn’t long before you were rutting your hips against his, aching to find some sort of friction in the immense teasing pleasure you were receiving. Harrison gathered your hair up and brought it behind your shoulders, biting down on your neck as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You were naked under your dress aside from a lovely pair of black panties, and the boys were quick to maneuver you out of it.

“Bloody hell,” Tom muttered, smoothing his hands down your sides. You leaned back against Harrison as Tom spread your legs a bit, and Harrison whistled a bit, chuckling darkly.

“Blood hell is right, mate,” Harrison murmured in your ear. “Who knew our girl was so fucking gorgeous?”

“So bloody gorgeous,” Tom echoed, smoothing his hands down your thighs. You squirmed a bit.

“Don’t be mean,” you pouted. “Don’t tease.”

“Shut up, y/n,” Harrison snapped, his hand going around your throat. You whimpered as he squeezed, wrapping his other arm around your middle to hold you in place. “Quit moving. You’ll let Tom have his fill, y’hear me, love?”

You let out a soft breath, nodding slowly.

“Y-Yes, Harri.”

“Good girl.”

Tom gripped the back of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You let out a soft moan watching him unbuckle his belt, and your eyes went wide and hazy as he pushed his pants down his legs, his boxers with it, and he was quick to grip his cock and pump it a few times. You hummed as he gathered the precum at the tip and used it to spread along his length. He held his hand out in front of your mouth.

“Spit,” he commanded you, and you did as he asked, spitting into the palm of his hand. A string of saliva spread between his palm and your mouth as he brought his hand back to his cock and spread the wetness along himself, hissing as he stroked himself a few times, thrusting into his own hand. “Fuck, are you ready for me, y/n?”

Your eyes lowered, looking down as you watched him. His cock was throbbing, red, pulsing, and you ached to have it between your thighs. But Harrison was behind you, too, and you turned your head to look at him. “T-Take me to bed. Please.”

Harrison smirked down at you, “she’s right, mate. We gotta take her somewhere more comfortable.” He leaned down and moved a few fingers between your folds, “and she’s not nearly wet enough. You did a shit job, Tommy.”

“Fuck off,” Tom snapped, and you giggled as Harrison picked you up off the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you kissed, hanging onto him as he carried you to the bedroom. Your kiss ended abruptly as he flung you onto the bed, taking off his shirt and starting to take off his pants as Tom followed suit.

“You gonna treat her like a proper woman, aye?” Harrison scolded him as he worked on undoing his belt.

“I said fuck off,” Tom muttered, pushing you back against the sheets as he got between your legs. You gasped as his curls tickled the skin of your thighs, and your voice broke out into a long, strangled moan as he sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth, the nerves pricking your insides like gorgeous, pleasurable needles, feeding the knot in your stomach as it wound itself tighter. “That feel good, lovey?”

“Y-Yes, Tommy,” you stuttered out between moans, rolling your hips against his sweet mouth as he ran his tongue in warm, loving circles. You smiled lazily at Harrison, who was grinning cockily as he shed his pants. Tom kept working your cunt like it was his mission, his nose continuously nuzzling against your clit as his tongue moved warmly inside and out of you. When his fingers finally found their way inside you, they entered easily, following in rhythm with his tongue as he thrusted them slowly, making sure to stretch and coax out the most gorgeous moans from your lips. Once his fingertips found the feathery spot inside of you, Tom couldn’t wipe the smug look on his face as he had your legs shaking around him. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he brought his muscular arm back over and over again, hitting that spot again and again. He turned to look at Harrison, winking.

“She’s falling apart for me, mate,” Tom hummed, and Harrison clicked his tongue, finally coming over onto the bed.

“Don’t steal all the fucking fun,” Harrison growled before leaning down and wrapping his warm lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. “Make some fucking room for us, angel,” he snapped, pushing your legs apart, and you cried out in pleasure as they both worked to unravel the coil in your stomach.

“Tommy!” You whimpered, “H-Harri, please...please...”

“Are you close?”

“Of course she’s close, you fucking div.”

“I’m asking!”

“You’re stalling, you fuck, she’s almost there.”

Your vision went stark white as they kept their paces steady, Tom’s fingers curling up inside of you as Harrison never stopped the continuous kissing and sucking along your clit. When you finally relaxed your breathing and looking down, Tom was watching as his fingers slowly moved from inside you, separating his fingers as he watched your arousal spread across his hand. Harrison met your eyes as he brought Tom’s hand up to his mouth, licking his best friend’s fingers clean of your cum. Those soft, pink lips wrapped around Tom’s digits, sucking on them with a sly grin as he watched you squirm with delight at the sight.

“She tastes lovely, mate,” Harrison muttered, and Tom chuckled, reaching over with that same hand and running his index finger through your folds.

“Looks just as lovely,” Tom murmured. “Look at how wet she is.”

“Now she’s properly fucked,” Harrison grinned. “Now she’s ready for you, Tommy.”

“Aye, you think she’ll take me just as well?”

“She better, eh?”

They laughed with each other, and you sat up on your elbows.

“Don’t I get a say?” You asked, and Harrison snickered a bit, leaning over you as he brought you close to him to kiss you. You shared a hot, sloppy kiss, and you sighed as he put a hand into your hair, tugging at it gently and bringing you up so he could bite at your ear.

“And what the bloody hell made you think you had a say in who fucks you first, eh?”

You gasped as he threw you back down onto the bed, and Tom smacked your thighs enough to prompt you to roll over, settling on your knees and leaning over on your forearms as Tom spread your ass apart, enough to give him room to lick warm stripes between them. You sighed with relief as he soothed you.

“Don’t let her cum,” Harrison said finally, smoothing a rough hand down your back, rubbing the skin there softly. “That’s up to me.”

“Said who?”

“Said fucking me,” Harrison snapped, leaning down to face you. “Did you hear me, angel? No matter how much that prick gives you, don’t you dare fucking cum—” You gasped as he gripped your hair hard. “—don’t you dare finish unless it’s around my cock, do you hear me?”

“Y-Yes, Harri—ah!”

You were thrust forward as Tom pushed into you, moving slowly until his hips pressed against yours from behind. Tom leaned his head back, staying there for a moment as Harrison watched your face contort in a dozen faces of pleasure. Mouth open, sweat forming, face scrunch, moans escaping you uncontrollably. Harrison wrapped a hand around himself, slowly moving his hand as he watched that sweet face of yours as Tom fucked you raw. It was beautiful to listen to you moan like that, give up control, allow Tom to just rut his hips into yours over and over again as he found his high. Tom was stretching you out deliciously, his hands smoothing over your hips as he moved, and you cried out again as he lifted you up so your back was flush against his chest.

“You’re so beautiful, love,” he murmured in your ear. “You’re so bloody sweet, so tight. Why did you never tell me how fucking tight you were, y/n, hmm? You hid this from me all this time, yeah?”

His words were so encouraging, praising the part of you that ached to be loved, and it felt so good to be praised. You adored validation, needed satisfaction, and Tom was giving it to you so well. And any time you opened your eyes, the sight of Harrison getting off to you was almost too much.

“Get off,” Harrison said suddenly, and Tom scoffed.

“Like hell—”

Harrison stood up, and Tom groaned, pulling out of you slowly. You fell back onto the bed, panting hard. You were getting close to going over that blissful second high, but Tom had pulled out far too quickly. You turned over in bed, watching as Tom kept pumping himself. Harrison and Tom were side by side, touching themselves to the sight of you, and you whimpered as you watched, reaching down to touch your clit as Tom finally came over your stomach, leaving white, sticky streaks across your skin. Harrison pushed you back against the bed, filling the emptiness inside of you quickly as he laid over on top of you, caging you between his arms as he relentlessly started moving.

“I know, baby,” Harrison whispered in your ear, and you arched your back into him as he found your sweet spot almost immediately. The way your body contorted in response told him just how badly you needed him to keep touching it. “I know, baby, you want to cum, don’t you, angel?”

“Yes, Harri, p-please,” you managed to get out, your arms going around him. Your nails started scratching down his back as he thrusted up into you, his hips driving at a hard, fast pace to get you right back to where you were just a few minutes ago. Your skin was moving against one another’s, warm breaths and sweat mingling pleasurably, and the heat between you was electric. There was so much friction between your bodies, and the squelching sound of his cock continuously driving into you was a delicious sound that you never wanted to stop hearing. For a few moments, you forgot everything that was happening around you and just gave into the hazy, dizzy warmth of sexual pleasure that Harrison’s rough thrusts were giving you.

“You’re so tight, aren’t you, dove?” Harrison grunted, tangling a hand into your hair as he kissed you. Your knees came up his sides, your toes curling as he changed the angle of his hips, the tip of his cock getting so far up inside you that you practically screamed out in relief. That coil was snapping and whipping inside of you, but it hadn’t flung into oblivion yet. Harrison was so good at getting you there and prolonging that blissful haze for as long as possible, and you never wanted it to stop. “Your sweet, little cunt is just taking me so fucking well, innit?”

“Harri, please,” you whined, kissing him softly. Your mouths met so sloppily, but he held you close, quickening his pace as he felt his own high coming. The begs falling from you only made him more eager to chase his high, chase yours, and he put both hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“That’s it,” Harrison growled, watching your mouth fall open as he did a few hard, pounding thrusts. “You want to cum, angel, I know you do. Just do it. Just fucking cum, all over me, love. Let me feel you.”

You both met in a hard kiss as you both came at once, your hips stilling as his did, his cock filling you with a warmth that shook you to your core. You clawed at his biceps, holding him there, and when you both finally opened your mouths to breathe, it was instinct to keep kissing.

You finally leaned your head back and panted, and Harrison looked down between your bodies, watching and listening to the wetness between you move and drip as he pulled out slowly. You sat up on your elbows, watching him with a slight smile, and Tom came over from where he was sitting to gather it up on his fingers and stick it into your mouth. You hummed around his fingers, giggling, and both boys couldn’t help but give you soft, warm kisses afterwards, enough to make your heart swell.

“You alright?” Harrison asked, getting onto his feet as you rolled out your neck and stretched. You nodded with a smile, and Harrison slipped an arm around your waist, brushing your hair back so he could make sure you were okay himself. You enjoyed the way his rough hand soothed the skin down your back as he kissed your shoulder, but you would’ve stayed there for longer had you not needed to clean yourself up.

Tom laid back against the bed as Harrison helped you to the bathroom, and he stood there for a moment after you closed the door, leaning his forehead against it. When he turned around to face Tom, he frowned.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Harrison muttered as he found his boxers. He pulled them on quickly.

“You fancy her,” Tom said simply, shrugging a bit. Harrison scoffed, turning around as he busied himself in tidying up his clothes. He didn’t want Tom to see the redness that had begun creeping up his neck. He was blushing, that was for certain.

“Shut up, mate.”

The door opened, and you came out in a towel, going to your closet and getting out something to wear. Tom stood up suddenly, rolling out his neck as he started to collect himself.

“You know, angel, I’ve got somewhere I’ve gotta be in the morning,” Tom said softly, coming towards you. You looked up at him as he dragged a few knuckles down your face, kissing your forehead. “Don’t pout, love,” Tom chuckled. “Harrison’s staying.”

Harrison whipped his head around as he watched you both kiss, and Tom padded out into the living room to find his clothes, closing the bedroom door behind him. You turned around to face Harrison, shrugging a bit. You looked so sweet standing there, rocking back and forth on your heels as you each watched each other, staring as if minutes ago Harrison hadn’t been cock-deep inside of you and making you scream his name. You were both timid around each other suddenly.

“I-I guess it’s just me and you,” you said sheepishly, and Harrison nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

“Aye,” he held out his hand. You took it gratefully, and you both got into bed, slipping under the covers as you heard your front door open and close. Harrison managed to put a hand around your middle, and you scooted back against him as you closed your eyes. Harrison leaned over, kissing the side of your face as he watched the curtains flutter against moonlight. You both were tucked into each other, cuddling close, and you wished every time you closed your eyes, you felt this warm. “You alright, y/n?”

Harrison’s hand went into your hair, running his fingers through it and soothing you lovingly. You could stay like this for hours, with his hands in your hair and his kisses on your neck and his sweet words on your lips. Gentle, so gentle, and you never wanted to let go.

“Never been better.”

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spideyssunshine · 4 months

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lots of love, chris 💝

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terrifictomholland · 4 years

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Bound to you - TH x reader x HO

This is a beast and very very filthy. Please don’t read this if you are a minor.

Warnings: smut! oral sex (female and male) multiple orgasms, vibrators, dirty talk/derogatory language (occasional slut made it’s way into this) - it’s really just gratitious amounts of smut and sex really!

word count: Just shy over 4K

a/n - this is +18! Also I just wanted to really quickly say that this isn’t something that comes from just myself, ideas and inspirations for this have come from a select few people. I hope they know that they mean very, very much to me and that this fic wouldn’t be what it is without them.

This was the prompt that prompted this: harisson absolutely destroying my pussy giving me the fuck of my life while my boyfriend tom is sat in a chair in the corner forced to get off using his hand and nothing else.

without further ado! Please enjoy!

I’ve got a guest for you princess,” Tom cooed at you as your eyes drifted toward Harrison entering your bedroom. Your throat went dry as your eyes darted between Tom’s and Harrison’s.

“W-what’s this?” You gulped as you tugged on your arms that were restrained against the bed frame.

“You gonna show me how good you can be?” Harrison’s low timbre broke through the room and you felt the bed dip as he sat down on it. His hand lightly caressing your inner thigh, teasing. You squeezed your legs together as his fingers danced all over them, almost brushing over your aching pussy but never quite. You knew from his touch that you were in for one hell of a night which hadn’t even begun yet.

Your eyes moved to Tom, who gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile, giving you all the permission you needed. “I’ll be so good for you Haz,” The words tumbled from your lips like a prayer. His eyes flashed as a devilish smirk crossed his face.

“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you until begging me to stop - keep you cumming til’ you’re nothing but a cum-drunk slut for me?” Your throat went dry and you felt the wetness pool in your core hearing his promise and you found yourself eagerly nodding your head.

Harrison’s gaze moved over to Tom, “First.. I’m gonna have to do something about that,” He pointed towards Tom and you bit your lip hearing the tiny squeak that Tom let out.

“Chair,” Harrison demanded with the flick of his wrist and Tom quickly obliged. Sitting down prettily on the chair in the corner of the room awaiting further instructions, hands obediently in his lap, watching the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel arousal surge through you seeing Tom being so submissive and the way he just let go and trusted Harrison enough to do that within such a short amount of time.

Just like that, Harrison turned his attention back to you and you looked up into his eyes. His energy sucked you right in and you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. Never had you wanted to please someone as badly as you wanted to please Harrison in this moment.

“Now...I think I’ll have a bit of fun with you,”

You let out a quiet whimper and you felt your wetness seep down your thighs.

“Tom, where does she keep her vibrators?” Harrison wasn’t fucking about and it was sending shivers down your spine in anticipation. You could hear the blood rush in your ears and your heart beating faster.

“Small shoebox in the closet,” Tom piped up, his own breathing coming out in short puffs letting you know that he was equally as turned on and curious to see what Harrison would do to you.

You watched Tom for a bit as Harrison disappeared into the closet, from the way his chest was heaving and his boxers tenting with his perfectly sized and shaped cock poking through. You couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was leaking pre-cum like never before.

“So beautiful,” You sighed happily watching Tom’s cheeks and ears turn a pretty pink colour.

“So’re you princess - looking like a fuckin sin tied up like this and there isn’t a goddamned thing I can do about it,” He growled staring at your exposed body making heat furl in the pit of your stomach.

“Well aren’t you possessive over here, hmm?”

Harrison chose that moment to come back into the room with the sacred box in his hands - and what magnificent hands he had. So fucking big, thick and veiny. So long and stocky leaving no doubt of the wonders he could do with his them. You were just dying to get them inside of you and see how well he could destroy you with them.

“That’s right Tom, she’s my plaything right now and I’m gonna make her cum so fucking hard all of England is gonna hear it,” You knew that Harrison would make good on it. That alone made your eyes roll into the back of your head without him even touching you yet.

“Please,” You breathed and his icy blue eyes turned to you and you saw the lust swirling in them, making them turn a stormy and darker shade of blue.

“What’s that now?” He gave your inner thigh a slap causing you to moan and it was turning you on to the point where you were dripping right on the bed.

“Nothing,” You swallowed thickly but it was too late seeing him pull a piece of fabric out of the shoe box.

A blindfold. Oh holy fuck.

“See, this is what’s gonna happen,” He started as he gently lifted your head up and he put the blindfold over your eyes and that immediately heightened all of your senses.

“I’m gonna be fucking you senseless and have you screaming my name all while Tom’s over there in the chair and not be able to do a damn thing about it - all he’ll be allowed to do is jerk off while I’m fucking you,”

“Fuck,” Tom’s whine could be heard throughout the room and you let out a soft moan at what he had in store for you.

“I wonder…. What could this possibly be?” Harrison’s voice was full of amusement as you could hear a buzzing sound cut through the room. At first it didn’t register what it was until you felt it against your nipples, making them hard enough to cut glass.

“Oh fuck,” You mewled arching your back off the bed feeling the vibration. You couldn’t help the soft moans that tumbled from your lips.

“Look at you, so fucking receptive,” Harrison praised and that was making you glow.

“H-harrison please,” You begged trying to move around to get more.

“Ah-ah,” He tsked, slapping your tit making you whimper, “Good girls take what they’re given - bratty girls ask for more. Now which one are you gonna be for me?” His voice held a certain kind of harshness that was damn close to making you cum from his voice alone.

“Good girl,” Your voice trembled.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear it,” He taunted and you felt your cheeks burn,

“I’ll be your good girl,” you voiced again, this time louder.

“That’s right, gonna take whatever I give you like a good little slut,”

“Please Harrison,” Tom’s voice broke - you’d actually forgotten he was there in the room, being so enraptured by Harrison and his commanding presence. But it made the pit in your stomach intensify ten-fold because you could just imagine how fucked out Tom looked, you knew Tom well enough to know that he was already strokíng his hard and leaking cock. It made your mouth water because there was nothing you loved more than when you’d seen him jerk off in the past.

“What’s that?”

“Please - I just wanna touch her,” Tom whined.

“No,”

“Fuck, please Harrison!” Tom tried again, this time more desperately.

“Am I gonna be the one having a problem with you? Because I’ve got no issues putting you over my lap either,” This time your stomach clench at the mere image of that. Tom sprawled over Harrison’s lap and Harrison making Tom count the slaps to his ass. His cock leaking like a faucet.

“N-no Harrison,” Tom backed off and Harrison must’ve returned to you and you gasped loudly feeling the vibrator tease your inner thigh getting the toy drenched from your juices.

“God you’re soaked and I haven’t even begun my fun with you yet,” Just as those words left his lips you could feel the vibrator slide inside of you with little resistance and he didn’t give you any time to adjust before the vibrations began.

“Fuuck,” you gritted your teeth together, arms straining as he fucked the toy in and out, your pussy making the most obscene squelching noises as you got fucked by the toy.

Your hips lifted off of the bed to the best of your abilities whilst being tied up. A moan broke loose from the back of your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You were positioned in such a way that Tom had a direct view of Haz playing with your pussy.

“O-oh my god,” You gasped as the toy went deeper inside of you and the vibrations intensified. Harrison’s large hand holding you down as you tried to move your hips.

“Stay still,” His voice was a low growl and it made pearls of sweat collect at your temples and collarbone. Your breath hitched as the pleasure started gradually building in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Tom’s lust-drunk voice called and it made you preen.

“She sure is Tommy,” Harrison spoke, letting his free hand move up to your boobs, fondling and twisting your nipples painfully as a cry left your mouth.

Your pussy was absolutely throbbing with need.

“Harrison,” You began, “Please, please fuck me,” You were barely able to string a sentence together as he removed the toy and slid it up and down your entrance to your clit. He put it on the highest setting and you felt your body tensing up and you came with a moan, crying out both Tom and Harrison’s names.

“Such a show off aren’t you when you cum?” Harrison praised and it made you smile hazily as your chest heaved from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed as he was getting closer to his orgasm after seeing you cum.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum ‘til I say you can,”

“Y-yes sir,” Tom moaned and you sucked in a sharp breath hearing him say that and it no doubt affected Harrison the same way.

“At least you know your manners,” With that he turned his focus back to you, an edge to his voice and you startled when you felt his lips on your inner thighs again. The rough stubble he had was making you whine at how deliciously painful it was. It was so much more intense when you were blindfolded and couldn’t see, so you really felt him there.

You sighed loudly and tried to buck your hips as you felt him bite and nip on your inner thigh.

“Smell so fucking sweet and I bet you taste even sweeter hm?” He groaned as you felt his finger rub up and down your slit making you buck your hips off the bed, arms pulling on your restraints. You were so sensitive from your previous orgasm still, but he didn’t care about that and you didn’t want him too. You wanted him to fully take you apart.

“Harrison please fuck - I’m gonna cum,” Tom moaned and you heard the filthy noises from his fist and his cock, skin slapping. You could just picture the way beads of sweat was trickling down his forehead and a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Bicep flexing with the movements that his fist made and his abs clenching and tensing up over and over.

“Don’t you wanna be a good boy?”

“Y-yeah, yes - fuck yeah I wanna be a good boy sir,” He blubbered and you felt that pit starting to grow again hearing just how submissive he could be. It was so fucking hot.

“Keep edging,” Was all Harrison said before you felt his fingers spread your slit and his breath fell on your pussy making your breath hitch before you felt the first lick.

Holy mother of god.

His tongue was something else entirely. The way he held your legs apart and got comfortable licking and sucking on your pussy. Alternating between kitten licks on your clit to him fully sucking to the point of where it almost hurt - it was a delicious kind of pain and it made you dizzy.

“Oh my fucking god,” You gripped the bed frame to have something to hold on. Your breath came out in short pants and the fire in your belly was close to erupting once again. Your legs trembled and tummy was clenching.

“I- fuck I’m gonna cum Harrison,” You moaned loudly.

He brought his hands around the back of your thighs bringing your pussy closer to his face as he let his tongue flick the overly sensitive bud. “C’mon then, give me your best shot - don’t you wanna make a mess on my face?” You heard the smirk in his voice. You moaned as you started gyrating your hips all over his face. Body convulsing and twitching as the onslaught of your orgasm rocked you through your core.

“O-oh shit Harrison!” You gasped feeling your body turn to jelly and you came down from your high trying to get your breathing under control and your heart to stop racing from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Harrison, fuck - please can I get on the bed? Fuck I want some relief - Harrison? Wanna be a good boy for you,” Tom groaned brokenly and you bit your lip. Even with the blindfold on you knew the tip of his cock was angry and red and leaking pre-cum.

“How will you be a good boy for me if you can’t even do as you’re told?”

“W-wanna hump the bed..please sir,”

Harrison clicked his tongue. “Tempting, but no. You’re staying put until I’ve fucked her, then I’ll let you hump the bed and you can cum all you want, how’s that pretty boy?”

“Oh yes, please thank you - thank you so much sir,” There was no denying the gratefulness in Tom’s voice at that. Soon enough you could hear Tom’s tiny grunts and moans, his little uh-uh noises leaving his lips as he worked his cock over. Abruptly cut off by loud moans and his curses as he almost got too close to the edge.

“Y/N, a-ah fuck sir, please I’m so close,” Tom slurred and you moaned at the noises he let out, going straight to your core.

“Doesn’t he sound so pretty all fucked out like this?” Harrison conversed casually as his thumb started rubbing your clit which made you wince at the touch. But it was the best kind of pain making you gasp and moan as he kept on rubbing you, experimenting with different paces and pressures.

“Oh god yes,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“You gonna let me fuck you now? Gonna let me fill this cunt with my cum?”

“It’s all I’ve wanted since you walked in here, please fuck,” You begged desperately trying to lift your hips up to get his cock inside you.

“So impatient,” He clucked and you whined.

“‘m sorry Harrison,” You felt the heat of embarrassment at that for being so greedy.

“Want you in my pussy, please Harrison,” You backpedaled and you could hear some shuffling around before Harrison spread your legs and you went still. Your heart pounding at what was to come - a full on shiver ran through you when you felt the tip of his cock slap your clit causing your body to jolt at the surprise, but just as fast it turned into an all-consuming need and want.

You wanted his cock so bad.

“You’re the prettiest sight,” Tom grunted as you heard the way his fist went over his cock even faster now. That was only adding to the pleasure of what was going on in this moment.

It should’ve been a strange thing to hear your boyfriend praising you and his best friend together, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt comforting and you felt so safe with them both.

“Thank you baby boy,” You sighed happily. Even though you couldn’t touch him, his words brought you a sense of closeness and just then you felt Harrison push his hips forward. Cock sliding into you, disappearing further and further inside of you.

“You’re fucking big,” You moaned, arching your back as you let him set the pace. He experimented for a bit - going deeper and harder a few times, then shallow and slow thrusts. All of it was making you dizzy.

You were trying to move your entire body to match his bruising pace, your pelvises meeting causing him to get further inside of you and when he found that spot inside of you. It was enough for you to see stars behind your eyelids.

You felt his finger trace your bottom lip and on instinct your lips parted as you started sucking. Harrison’s hands were the prettiest hands you’d ever seen. So thick and veiny and sinewy. It wasn’t uncommon for you to gaze just a little too long at his gorgeous hands just imagining the way he could wreck you with them - and now you had the chance to really see what he was capable of.

It was so much more than what you’d ever bargained for and you loved it.

“Oh so she’s a greedy little slut too?” His voice coming out strained as he pistoned his hips faster and harder. His free hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises later.

“Wanna show you how much of a good girl I can be,” You murmured around his fingers, sucking on them as if your life depended on it.

The room was filled with the sound of bodies slapping together and the mixed moans and grunts from the three of you. A whole lot of praising happening as well which just made everything so much hotter.

“Look at you, is she always so greedy Tommy?”

“She loves showing off, having her holes stuffed,” Tom panted.

Harrison added another finger and you gave it the same kind of attention, hollowing your cheeks out, living out your fantasy and hand kink you had for his hands.

“God you’ve got the best hands,” You moaned around his digits.

“Do I now?” There was no denying the smugness in Harrison’s voice.

You whimpered, “Yeah, you do,”

“Why thank you gorgeous girl,” He smirked and let his hand move from your hip down to your clit, giving it a slap which made you moan.

“Shit Harrison,”

“Such a dirty little girl,” He was gloating as he fucked into you harder, hips still angled to reach your spot over and over and it was bringing you closer to your high with each thrust.

“P-please Harrison, I wanna cum,” You breathed, trying to suck in as much air in your lungs as possible because you felt it in your toes that this was going to be your most intense orgasm of them all.

“Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around my cock - let Tom here know who’s fucking you so good it’s all you’re gonna be able to think about for ages to come,” Harrison knew how to taunt and he did it so well.

It was enough to drive you over the edge and you squeezed down on his cock hard as he kept pumping into you. You came with a scream feeling the orgasm wrecking your whole body. Bursts of intense pleasure shooting throughout every single nerve-ending in your body as your legs shook.

“Oh fuck, gonna paint your insides white,” Harrison’s low and gravely moan made goosebumps appear all over your arms. He thrusted in and out of you a few more times before you felt him twitch and release inside of you, he collapsed on top of you and you could feel his heart racing as his chest was pressed against yours. Both of you completely drained and spent.

“Please, please please Harrison can I cum now?” Tom whimpered like a puppy and you felt Harrison gently remove the blindfold off of you in your post-orgasmic bliss.

Your eyes slowly adjusted and the sight you were met with almost had you rearing to go again.

Tom’s cock was painfully hard and leaking, his bicep and the veins in his arm and hand were protruding. So was the vein in his neck as he watched the two of you with a raw-bitten bottom lip and wide eyes full of lust.

“You’ve earned it, come here Tom,” Harrison finally allowed and you’d never seen Tom move faster in his life than in this moment to get on the bed.

He gave it his everything as he rutted his hips against the bed, letting out the most obscene and sinful moans and grunts.

His breathing turned more staccato than anything and you just knew he was getting so close.

You glanced at Harrison, yanking on your chained arms and he was swift in his movements, unlocking them for you. In a flash you were all over Tom.

Your hands roaming his body, tracing his sculpted abs. Fingernails dancing along the skin of his lower abdomen, taking care in not touching his leaking cock but getting close enough to tease him. Harrison grabbed the vibrator he’d used on you and turned it on, placing it on Tom’s cock and the reaction was immediate.

His cock started leaking even more if it was possible as Tom began shaking uncontrollably from the sudden and intense pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” He gasped, head darting between you and Harrison, who in turn traded a glance with you.

Harrison could tell too from the way his breathing turned choppy and his moans and whimpers got even more dragged out. So he scooted closer to Tom and you watched raptly as Harrison wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock and the sight alone made you drool as he spat on his cock. He started stroking Tom’s cock, going from the base up to his leaking tip, smoothing the pre-cum all over the shaft. Mixing that with his own spit.

Tom’s jaw slackened and eyes glazed over, his mouth parted as he arched up into your touch. “God fuck H-harrison,” He could barely string the words together.

“C’mon now - fuck my fist, show me you deserve to cum,” Harrison commanded and just as Tom started doing just that. His hips rutted up jerkily and fast into Harrison’s tight fist that was wrapped around his cock. Tom’s body twitched and shook with the exertion, beads of sweat trickling down his temple as he got overloaded with pleasure.

You took the time to run your fingers over Tom’s pecs, up to his nipples - twisting and tweaking them as Tom fucked up into Harrison’s hand. Hearing his small whimpers and his tiny noises he was producing from the back of his throat.

You were in absolute heaven watching this unfold before your very eyes.

“Cum for me baby boy - wanna see you cum, wanna lick it all up,” You egged him on and his eyes locked with yours as he came with a feral growl as ropes of cum landed all over Harrison’s hand and himself.

You drank it all up, the sight of him cumming and the face his face scrunched up when he did. He looked so fucking sinful when he came.

You watched at Harrison seeing the way he milked Tom’s cock for all it was worth, hearing the exhausted moans tumble from his lips.

Harrison dragged his thumb over the slit of Tom’s cock and it twitched as Harrison scooped up some cum and pushed his finger to Tom’s mouth.

“C’mon baby, be my good little slut and eat it all,” Harrison smirked at Tom who’s eyes darted between Harrison and his finger before he opened up, licking his finger clean, eyes fluttering close as he did. You kissed the side of his face, whispering sweet praises in Tom’s ear as he lapped at Harrison’s fingers.

“Good boy Tommy,” He praised and Tom’s entire face and chest flushed under the glowing praise, keeping it up and licking everything that Harrison gave him.

“You’re both such good little pets aren’t you?” Harrison said adoration in his voice.

He laid down in the middle of the bed and pulled the two of you against him, pressing kisses to both of your foreheads. Whispering over and over how good you were tonight. You smiled over at him and then at Tom and you leaned over Harrison to kiss him lovingly.

“Heeeyy what about me?” Harrison teased.

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bigilante · 4 years

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— wind down : h.o :

→ part two of going down.

contents: mature language and themes. some cocky haz and just spicy stuff. words: 3k

: a.n : this is the longest piece i've ever written in second person, my preferable way is third but i just felt bad changing the style from part one. this was a tiny challenge so if it reads a bit awkward then you know why! hope you like it though♥

his words revolved around your head all day, “we’re not finished.” not only that day but the next and the day after. nearly the whole week had passed by and for the sake of your own sanity you pretty much avoided harrison: on set, during lunch breaks and locations. it was difficult still, you managed to not let him see you or find you during those days but you could only hide for so long.

as the weekend rolled up, everyone could finally unwind a little from the stress on set and just relax. naturally an ideal relaxing and unwinding activity was to have a hot bath and maybe drink some wine. so that was exactly what you did as soon as you made it home from set. neck deep in the bathtub with your eyes closed, enjoying the soft music playing from your phone along with a medium sized wine glass is how you found yourself when there was a round of firm knocks on your front door.

reluctantly, you stood up; bubbles and water dripped down your body soon absorbed by the towel you quickly wrapped around you not even thinking much about the fact that you were about to answer the door in just that. there was a new round of knocks this time a tad louder and you felt irritation bubble in your stomach, “i’m coming!” you announced a few steps away, swinging the door open once you unlocked it.

your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of harrison standing there with his hands stuffed in his jeans. you immediately brought back the wide opened door to try and conceal your body with it, just poking your head out slightly, your free hand holding onto the towel over your chest. the young man’s eyes shamelessly travelled up and down your frame and his intense gaze placed a pleasant warmth over your face and between your legs. “harrison…” you swallowed thickly, “uhm, what can i help you with?”

“i’ve got a few questions for you, may i come in?” he remained in the same spot, not moving a muscle until you answered.

“uh— s-sure, yeah,” moving to the side and opening the door just enough for him to step inside. “is it about the call sheets for monday?” you wondered as you walked in front of him, not making it far from the front door when his fingers wrapped around your elbow and swiftly turned you to face him. a gasp escaped your throat at the sudden action and from the tug you collided with his chest. wide-eyed you look up at him, already breathing heavily with the closeness.

“did i do something that upset you?” he asked, his voice not threatening at all but calm and collected, soft even.

“no, why?” it was in a breath that you questioned. his hands sneakily resting on your lower back keeping you in place, not that you wanted to put distance between you two just then.

“you’ve been avoiding me all week.” he sounded a bit hurt and if you were being honest it made you feel a little bad.

“i haven't. i’ve just been really busy, ‘s all.” you falsely explained, your grip on the towel tightening in anticipation. he stayed quiet for long seconds, in which your heart attempted to crawl up your throat by the fact that his eyes took their time scanning every inch of your face, falling down your neck where they lingered. soon he lifted his hand and wiped the side of it, making your breathing hitch.

“bubbles.” he pointed out with a little cute smile. his touch and smile made you shy away slightly so you dropped your glance from his eyes to his chest, nibbling at your bottom lip. he placed his index finger under your chin and gently made you return your focus to him. with his thumb, he pulled your bottom lip out of the clasp of your teeth then ran the pad over it, eliciting a quiet sigh from you. “can we pick up what we left in the lift?” the blonde’s voice had dropped a couple of octaves and so did your stomach at the mere sound. core already throbbing as you hummed affirmatively.

harrison didn’t miss a single second after you allowed his advances and crashed his lips with yours, his hand that once held your chin slid to the back of your neck and pushed your face closer to his opening his mouth to deepen the already lusty kiss. his other hand found the familiar shape of your backside pressing you against him. “where’s your room?” he mumbled between kisses.

“mmh, this way,” he barely let you answer, for he kept his mouth over yours and you weren't about to complain about it. you blindly dragged him towards your room, closing the door behind you once inside to secure a little more privacy and for noise concealing purposes. “you’ve got condoms?” you quizzed him when he plopped you both on the bed, and his mouth attached itself to your neck.

he just hummed in confirmation while his hands tugged at the piece of cloth that covered you. it wasn’t fair, you were already naked and he was fully clothed. you wondered why his covered body felt so good on top of your bare one. the friction of his soft shirt against your hardened nipples and the slight roughness of his jeans rubbing over your inner thighs and public bone had you growing a pool between your thighs.

too concentrated on the feeling of the fabric over your skin that his tongue circling one of your nipples took you by surprise, eliciting a gasp out of you. he grinned against your breast before taking a mouthful of it, your hands automatically flying to his hair, threading your fingers in his soft, silky curls; squishing his into your soft chest while arching your back.

the feeling of his calloused palm sliding down your side made goosebumps erupt all over your skin, the trail it followed had you panting with excitement, his touch was gentle and teasing as he glided his middle finger through your folds, groaning when the dampness of your slit allowed his digit to move smoothly up and down. “can i put my fingers in?” he detached his mouth from your tit to ask, eyes locked on yours. your stomach fluttered at the question, even with that slightly cocky attitude he was decent enough to ask for consent even in such a mind clouding situation.

“please,” you breathed out, before biting down your lip. he darted his tongue out, wetting his lips as he eased his middle and fourth fingers inside your drenched sex. the size of his digits was anything but small and the way they stretched you on their way in had you whimpering in an instant. “shit,” you cursed, tugging at his hair a little too roughly that it made him groan.

“open more, love.” he bumped your thigh with his arm and you complied immediately, spreading your legs for him. “that’s it.” with that, his fingers slid way easier into you. slowly, he started to move them, picking up pace and driving you crazy with his touch. “goddamn.” harrison gritted when he started to finger you faster, your abundant arousal making sloshing sounds each time he pushed up your gut making you throw your head back and let out a strangled moan.

“fuckfuckfuck—” you hurried out at the tempo he finger-fucked you, tipping you over the edge of bliss just with his fingers. he helped you ride your dizzying high with the same pace and had you flinching and trembling, rapidly you reached for his wrist to make him stop since proper words failed to come to you in that moment. as soon as your smaller fingers wrapped around his wrist he jolted his movements. peppering wet kisses over your chest, up your neck and ultimately landing on your lips.

your tongue delved into his mouth colliding with his, hands desperately sneaking inside his tee-shirt, pushing it up his torso and caressing his toned upper body in the process. harrison broke the kiss to pull the garment over his head and tossed it to the side, landing somewhere on the floor of your room. he kneeled on the soft mattress to fiddle with the button of his jeans, his agile fingers undoing it quickly along with the zipper and before he pushed them down he dipped his hand into the front pocket pulling out a couple of squared packages that he placed on your lower tummy with a slight smirk tugging at his swollen, bright red lips.

you took the condoms in your hand and sat up, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his chest making him halt his movements. his hands let go of his jeans, leaving them low on his hips not really revealing anything further than the defined v shape of his adonis belt. you left wet kisses over his pecs, trailing down his chiseled abdomen, his abs flexing at the feeling of your soft lips over them. you heard him let out a quiet moan the moment you tongue licked along the veins that protuned over his very low belly, not really reaching his pubic region due to the jeans still clinging to his hips.

with purpose you blinked up at him, watching him through your lashes as your hands gripped the waistband of both his jeans and pants. his lips were parted and his breathing was slightly elaborated. alternating between kisses and licks, you made your way down his abs again at the same time you tugged his bottoms past his hips. from the proximity of your body to his, the instant the fabric slid past his hard on it sprung up, gently poking you under the chin.

it made you giggle and your giggle elicited a quiet chuckle from harrison, the chuckle was so deep and sexy that prompted you to bit down your bottom lip and swiftly grab hold of his boner giving it a short, gentle pump before you gathered as much spit as you could and let it fall over his tip in a string, using your hand to spread your saliva all over his shaft with soft up and down motions. his moans, even though they were quiet they were the best thing you had ever heard and that had you wet all over again, clenching around nothing at the sound.

“want me to put the condom on?” your voice was groggy, corrupted by intoxicating lust. you asked that with your lips pressed to his abs, your hand not ceasing the stroking on his cock and after not hearing an answer from him you looked up. the view of him looking down at you, jaw locked enhancing its sharpness and a deep blush adorning his cheeks. a toothy grin appeared on your face, showing teeth biting the tip of your tongue in a mischievous manner. “does that feel good?”

“really good.” he heavied, noticeably swallowing when you twisted your wrist over his throbbing member. “shit. the condoms.” he said almost desperately and with that you were fast to get into one of the foil wrappers and retrieve the latex item, rolling it down the blonde’s penis. before you could anything else he pushed you back on the mattress and stretched over you to reach for a pillow, he folded it in half and lifted you hip making it twist to the side so he could put the pillow under your bum, propping you up just enough to be levelled perfectly with his hips.

with one hand secure on your waist, he guided his hard on into your entrance, the amount of wetness gathered there permitting him to smoothly glide in. the smoothness of the propelling didn’t stop you from feeling how his cock stretched you much more than his fingers did, eliciting a gasp right out of your chest, keeping the air in your lungs the time it took him to bottom up. “oh my god.” you whimpered, gripping his forearms as he leaned to slot his lips with yours.

“you okay?” the blonde man inquired, nudging your nose with his as his soft lips brushed against yours.

“Mmh-hum,” you nodded your head, “please move.” you begged, you’ve never been one to beg for anything but there was something about harrison that made you want to do so.

“god, say that again, pretty.” harrison groaned, lifting his body off of yours letting his hands run down the middle of your chest, over your stomach all the way to your inner thighs that were willingly spread wide for him.

“fuck me, harrison. please.” you pleaded. it wasn’t quite what he asked you to say but you figured it was even better by the way he growled and took both of your legs, propping them closed over his torso. your feet on either side of his face and his bulky arms hugging your thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he began to move in and out steadily, progressively picking up more and more speed.

you didn’t know if it was the position or his length —maybe a combination of both, but he knocked the air out of you with each thrust, hitting your gut over and over turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. he let go of your thighs, stretching his arms forward to grab yours, sliding his hands down until they held your wrists rather tightly; pulling you to him in another way to keep you still in the same position. your fingers wrapped just as tightly around his thumbs in desperation to have something to hold onto, for the way he was making you feel inside-out had you convinced you would levitate from pure ecstasy.

“fuck, y/n.” harrison grunted before he let go of your hands, hastily spreading your legs again so he could lean forward and snake his arms under you, lifting you from the mattress to sit half on his lap and half on the still folded pillow. instinctively, your arms slinked around his neck bringing your face closer to his to crash your mouth on his, moaning into the sloppy, tongue-y kiss from the way he was so deep inside now with your new placement that had you grinding on him. “you’re so fucking hot.” he grunted, rough hands gripping handfuls of your backside to encourage your movements.

“harrison,” you whined, at his words. the huskiness of his voice dangerously accelerating your approach to climax. with how his name fell from your lips in such a sensual way he began twitching like crazy inside you. “haz, please. cum for me. please.” you begged, threading your fingers through his long curls, closing your fist so the tightness would pull them from close to his scalp. he moaned —loudly this time, it was an eager ‘yes’ that had you clenching around his burning dick.

“argh! fuck!” he growled, emptying his warm load inside the condom. you slowed down your movements but didn’t stop, making sure to help him ride his high while you peppered sweet kisses all over his sweaty face, finally landing on his lips giving him a deep, passionate kiss swallowing his deep moans and grunts. slowly, without breaking the kiss he laid you back down on the sheets while staying inside of you. your legs wrapped around his waist once he settled you both down, the heavy weight of his built body felt so good on top of you and you didn’t mind in the slightest that both your bodies were coated with a layer of sweat. he didn’t seemed to mind either as he detached his mouth from yours only to suck on the space where your earlobe met your neck.

you felt the spot burn with the suction and you were sure there was going to be a hard to conceal mark once he was done yet, you couldn’t care less about it. instead, your own lips found his shoulder and proceeded to do the same he was doing but in a less visible place, although you thought it’ll be funny to see how he’d react when the makeup artist had to cover it if you were to leave a mark on his neck. his hands squeezed your love handles tightly and a growl rumbled in his chest and throat the moment your teeth dug into his skin.

he separated from your neck with a loud pop that hurt, but oddly enough you enjoyed. “that’s gonna be a tough one to cover up.” you mumbled between the pecks you peppered on his skin.

“don’t, i wanna see it everyday for however long it lasts.” he pressed his lips to your jawline, softly biting it, his words warming up your already hot cheeks and his teeth eliciting a pleased hum from your throat.

“it’s unprofessional. you could’ve gone for my chest.” you reasoned, running your fingers up and down his sides.

“i’ll do that in a bit.” the blonde noted cheekily.

“in a bit?” you quirked an eyebrow at his comment while he was busy placing small, feather-like kisses on your cheek.

“we’re not done, love.” he said as he lifted his head just enough to look at you. a smirk tugged at his swollen lips at how your eyes went wide for a millisecond. “me cumming doesn’t mean i’m done with you.” he leaned to peck your lips lightly. “i want you shaking and begging for me to stop.” his voice husky all over again sent shivers down your spine, and the cool sensation over your hot body caused you to quiver under him, clenching in anticipation squeezing his cock that was still buried inside you. he snickered at your reaction in the cockiest way you’d ever heard but god, you’d be damned if weren’t about to let him do whatever he wanted with you and your body.

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