The hs3 release has got me feeling so nostalgic for the hs1 era. Do you have any fics based around 2017 and 2018? Any pairing is good. (I’ve read almost all of vondrostes’ work but you could recc an all time fave from them)
OH, MAN, well, all-time fave of Terran's is too hard (I bounce between five at once), but I'll put one of his from this time period below! Some other greats, too! (And for all I know, even more, it's just they weren't tagged as such, or they bleed over into HS2)
Like a Rolling Stone, vondrostes, 3k. RIP Gryles hours!
a fissure in the earth, wishforwishes, 3.8k. CHASM!
Sank Into Your Dreams, silvered_glass, 3.9k. Pre-Hitch meeting!
Missed You, Daddy., Emilie_1421, 4.3k. Post-tour recovery!
go as slow as you want to, whensheflies, 5k. Tender gender!
She Feels So Good and Turns Out She's a Devil, zedi. Spectacular one-two story!
Warm Glow That Lingers On, sirtranscelot, 8k. Earnin' that polish!
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UNTITLED *TBD*
A PREVIEW OF SOMETHING IM WRAPPING UP
warnings so far: teasing, mature, nerd!softrry, not proofread fr
Leaning in just enough where your lips brushed against his lips. Harry gripped your hips urging you to kiss him again but he was scared he was forcing you.
You grinned at his nervousness, pressing your hips against his groin so he could feel the pressure against his hard, and it worked. His mouth fell open, his hips bucked up, and he leaned foward. His eyes low, and his plumped lips begging to be kissed. His brows are furrowed as if he's determined and craving for a kiss.
You continued to grind against him loving the moan that is released from the satisfaction.
Your hips rolled so gently and he lightened his grip on you. He leaned forward trying to get your lips in a kiss but you dodged and went to tucking your face in his neck. "O-oh, please," He whined to you.
"What, baby? Mmh?" You muttered ‘cluelessly’ pulling back from his neck.
"K-kiss, p-please?"
The movement in your hips comes to a halt. "A kiss where, sweetheart? Use your words with me." You told him, he didn’t say anything he just gave you a small nod.
"Tell me is it.. Here?" You kissed his cheek.
"N-no," He shook his head with a whimper.
"Here?" You clasped his jaw between your fingers, tilting his head, kissing his bare neck.
"No," He mumbled.
"Then where, angel?" Voice sweet and innocent, so pure.
But nothing about this was innocent.
His eyes sparking with needy lust looking up at you, he was panting like a dog. Unable to give a proper verbal response he raised his hand to your face. He pushed his index finger against your lips, tapping lightly, "H-here. Please," He winced out. "Please, kiss me." His voice wavering all over the place unable to pick a pitch.
You bit your lower lip, moving against him again trying to get as close as possible. You moaned when you put pressure against his aching clothed friend down there.
Your hands moving into his hair, his grip on your waist tightening, unintentionally, due to the anticipation, he didn’t know what to do.
Laying a hard kiss against the boy's lips, he moaned and his cock twitched excitedly beneath you. Teaching himself to breath through his nose, he wouldn’t dare to pull away for a needed breath.
His hands rested on your hips slowly making there way down. Past your waistband, Harry so badly wanted to touch your ass. Staring at it all the time, he couldn't help it. When his hands slid down and felt the large curve and drop, he immediately shot his hands back up to your waist. Feeling he was overstaying his welcome.
You pulled away from the kiss.
"Go ahead, it's okay to touch it. It's yours now." You whispered crashing on his lips again.
Harry's breathing quickened unsure how any of this was real. His hard growing rock hard into your core.
His large palms found their way down to your ass cheeks. Taking the meat and groping your ass, you hissed out breaking the kiss.
Harry moved his hands almost immedia m tely, "I-i'm sorry-"
"No, no. I liked it, do it again," You nodded and he did. He was nervous but he got it. He groped your ass again, wanting to feel you skin to skin, he didn't want to admit he wanted this to end out sweaty and hot.
You pulled away, a groan escaping his lips from the lost contact. When you stared in his eyes, they were wild and excited wanting to continue. You didn't want to look down at the thick cock that was literally calling your name to make him nervous again, but you wanted to so and.
His swollen pink lips aching for more of yours. And you couldn’t help but fulfill his wants.
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