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hotforharrison · 4 years

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Teach Me (h.o. x reader)

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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader

Summary: You want Harrison to teach you something, but you end up learning more than you ever bargained for.

Word Count: 3,591

Warnings: Smut, language

A/N: This is for a fic challenge issued by @londonspidey with the prompt “teach me.”

I’m posting it on Harrison’s birthday for a celebration!

Thank you to @skymoonandstardust and @worldoftom for being my cheerleaders and helping me along the way. You’re both amazing! <3

“Harrison?” you asked, sitting on the sofa next to him while you watched some random show he chose on Netflix. Normally, your tastes were pretty similar, but you were too distracted by the thoughts that had been plaguing you since your birthday last month to actually pay much attention to it.

“What’s up?” He glanced away from the screen over at you.

You took a deep breath, determined to bring up what had been weighing heavily on your mind. “Can I, uh, ask you a question?”

He raised his eyebrows waiting for you to continue. When you didn’t, he eventually broke the silence that stretched between you, bumping his shoulder against yours. “‘Course you can. You can ask me anything. You know that.”

“I just… how do I even put this? You know how you’re so good with... girls?” you finished lamely, cringing internally at yourself.

“Do you want my help with dating or relationship advice?” he guessed.

“Sort of? It isn’t really advice I’m looking for, at least not right now,” you responded.

“Then, what is it?” He placed a hand on your arm reassuringly. “You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.”

“Well, you know how I haven’t been the most… forthcoming about my relationship history?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Always thought that was a bit strange, considering we talk about everything else, but yeah, I noticed. Didn’t want to press, though. Do I need to kick someone’s arse for hurting you?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. The reason I haven’t talked about it is because there’s nothing to talk about. Literally nothing. No dates, nothing physical, just a whole bunch of nothing. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since my birthday. God, I’m so pathetic,” you admitted, hanging your head in embarrassment.

Harrison slipped a finger underneath your chin and lifted your head until you met his eyes, full of concern. “Hey, we’ll have none of that. You are far from pathetic, love. Would you like me to set you up with someone?”

“I could probably find someone to go on a date with on my own, and I’m pretty sure that would go well enough with the right person,” you said. “But, to be honest, the end of the date is what concerns me.”

“You don’t want someone to push your boundaries? I know some stand up people who are single and wouldn’t even think of trying anything with you before you were 100% ready,” he promised.

“No, that’s not the problem, not at all. I just don’t want to make a fool of myself by not even knowing how to kiss someone,” you confessed. “Like, what if everything went well on the date, both me and my date have a great time, and then my date never wants to see me again when we kiss good night because I’m so awful at it?”

He chuckled.

You glared at him.

“Sorry, darling. I know you’re being serious. I’m pretty sure what you’re worried about isn’t going to happen, at least not with anyone who’s worth dating. But kissing’s not that hard. I could give you some pointers,” he offered.

“That’s not what I wanted to ask for, well, not exactly at least.” You swallowed heavily. “Would you… teach me?”

His eyes widened when he realized the implications of what you were asking. “You really don’t want to waste your first kiss on me.”

“I don’t consider it a waste. I mean, most people have their first kisses by the time they’re what, thirteen or fourteen? And from what everyone has told me, it’s awkward, and sloppy, pretty much sucks, and you likely never see the person you kissed again after you’re finished with school. Kissing you can’t be worse than that, right?” you asked.

“I’d like to think I’m a better kisser than a kid in Year 9, and I’m not going anywhere, so yeah,” he said with a laugh, and then paused. “Still, though. Wouldn’t want you to have any regrets. You only get one first kiss.”

“I wasn’t saving it for anything special, promise. It just didn’t happen, and then continued not happening while the years passed with everyone else learning how to properly kiss, and then I was too worried about being so… inexperienced, and that brings us to today,” you told him glumly.

His expression was pensive for a few moments before he finally shrugged. “You already know I’m not seeing anybody right now, so that’s not an issue. And I haven’t had a decent snog in a while, so what the hell?”

“Uh, how do I…” you trailed off.

“Here, let me,” Harrison responded, cupping your face gently in his hands.

You softly giggled when he pecked sweet little kisses from your forehead down to the tip of your nose, each cheek, until he eventually settled on a light press of his warm lips to yours.

He pulled back, and his unbelievably blue eyes met yours.

“That didn’t feel like a ‘decent snog,’” you teased.

He huffed out a laugh. “Just making sure you weren’t having any second thoughts.”

“No, not at all,” you reassured him. “Now, show me what you’ve got, Osterfield.”

He smiled and nodded, a hand reaching around behind your head to pull your lips to his again.

The chaste, tentative kisses were gone this time. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and when you parted yours to grant him access, he quickly entered your mouth and brushed his tongue against yours eagerly.

The first thing you noticed was that he tasted like the beer he'd been drinking, the saltiness of the nuts he'd been snacking on, and something you assumed was uniquely Harrison. The combination was somehow intoxicating, more so than you ever thought it could be.

You weren’t sure what you expected learning how to kiss with Harrison would be like, but you hadn’t ever wanted anyone so much as you did in this moment. It honestly surprised you when a moan escaped from inside you into his mouth. He flexed his fingers in your hair, and a moan of his own echoed yours before he pulled his head back slightly to speak.

“You can put your hands on me, you know?” he mumbled against your mouth.

Your arousal emboldened you, and you slid your hand from where it had been lying motionless on the sofa onto his joggers-clad knee and moved it up his thigh to reach for his dick.

He realized what you were doing and placed his hand over yours to stop it just short of your objective, squeezing it gently. “Not that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind before, but that’s definitely treading into regrets territory.”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Wait, you’ve thought of me like that before?”

“Wouldn’t’ve kissed you if I hadn’t, and the regrets might not only be on your end,” he admitted, looking down where his hand still covered yours. “You can’t uncross some lines.”

You nodded and swallowed heavily. “I’m curious. Would you have wanted to cross that line, if this had happened… differently?”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “God, how we’re going about this is mad.”

“We could always start over,” you pointed out.

“Okay.” He looked up at you expectantly.

“I, uh, really like you, Harrison,” you started slowly.

“I really like you, too. Fancied you for ages,” he confessed.

“So, would you like to do something with me?” you continued.

“There’s a lot of things I’d like to do with you,” he responded, low and seductive.

It was completely unexpected, and you’d never heard that tone of voice before from him. You found you’d do almost anything to hear it again. “Please,” you whimpered, fingers subconsciously digging into his thigh where your hand still lay, forgotten.

“Since you asked nicely,” he teased, “but seriously, how far do you want to take this right now? I don’t want to get caught up in the heat of the moment and cross your boundaries.”

“How far do you want to take this?” you asked, unsure.

“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” Harrison replied.

“I… don’t know. This is embarrassing, but I’m so turned on right now, I can’t really think straight,” you told him. “I know I want you, though. I’m certain of that.”

“I’d feel like some sort of dick if I just, you know, gave you your first kiss and then rushed right into sex less than half an hour later,” he told you, “but at the same time…”

“Yeah, I know,” you agreed. “I feel like I might die if you don’t touch me, though. I’ve never been this wet before.”

He groaned. “Okay, first thing’s first. We’re taking this to the bedroom before one of the guys walks in on us.”

When you stood, he took your hand in his and led you wordlessly to his bedroom, quietly shutting the door when you were both inside. You’d been there before, even on his bed, but with the more intimate context this time, it made you a bit nervous.

“So, you want me to touch you first?” he asked.

“I don’t want to be selfish, but yeah, I’d like that,” you responded.

“‘S’not selfish at all,” he reassured you. “The act of touching you, and your reactions, and the way you feel, and taste, and smell -- I love that, and it’s all just going to get me that much harder.”

“You’re already hard?” Your surprise was evident.

“That’s what you took away from what I just said?” He chuckled. “To answer your question, well, I just made out with a gorgeous girl I’ve fancied for ages, who told me she wants me, too, and now she’s here with me in my bedroom. What do you think?”

“I- can I see it?” You tried not to sound too eager, but knew you very much failed.

He softly laughed. “Not quite how I planned to go about this, but…” He shrugged.

You sat on the edge of the bed and watched, rapt, as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere behind him. That was nothing new. You knew Harrison worked hard for his athletic physique and didn’t mind showing it off. Now, you could touch, though, and you definitely planned to, soon.

His joggers were next, pushed off at the same time as his turquoise boxer briefs to reveal something you hadn’t seen. His erection stood proud against his stomach, long and thick, or maybe it just seemed that way because you hadn’t seen one before?

“I’m not really sure how it measures up compared to other guys, and porn obviously isn’t a good frame of reference. I haven’t had any complaints from the other girls who have seen it?” he responded, amused, making you realize you’d been vocalizing your thoughts.

You reached out tentatively, slowly, to touch it, and you were relieved when Harrison moved your hand the rest of the way to wrap around the shaft.

“Wow, it’s really warm,” you commented, the first thing that came to mind.

He laughed. “Well, I’d be concerned if it were cold.”

You laughed, too, and smiled up at him. Now that you had him in your hand, you wished that you could remember what you’d heard and seen online in how to pleasure a man. It was easy to remember that men usually like blowjobs, though. That didn’t seem like it’d be too complicated, so you leaned forward to take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head. The precum that had gathered there was salty and a bit bitter, but not intolerable.

You were rewarded with a pleasured groan as you started moving over his length with your hand and mouth slowly.

“Whoa, I was supposed to make you feel good.” He made no move to stop you, though, and instead buried his fingers in your hair, stroking it lightly.

You carefully guided him forward so you could get on your knees on the floor at a less awkward angle for your neck. It didn’t take long to adjust to his girth in your mouth, and then you experimented in taking more of his length. You were disappointed that you couldn’t take all of him without gagging, not even close, but your hand was enough to take most of the rest.

You sucked harder, which he seemed to like, and then started moving over his length faster, which he really seemed to like. If his reactions were any indication, basic blowjobs fortunately really weren’t that difficult, even if it was making your jaw a bit sore. Deepthroating and other more advanced techniques weren’t going to happen today, but he seemed happy enough, and that in turn made you happy.

When you glanced up, his eyes were closed, pleasure was evident in his expression.

“Babe, you need to stop. I’m about to come,” he warned you.

You decided to do the exact opposite of that, sucking him harder and moving faster.

He moaned loudly, gripping your hair tighter, but not painfully. He chanted your name between moans as he spilled into your mouth in several long spurts.

It wasn’t the greatest thing you ever tasted by far, and the consistency was just about as bad, but you managed to swallow it down, proud of yourself for that. You took a moment to move your jaw until the ache was gone. Hearing Harrison calling out your name in that desperate tone was entirely worth the less than pleasant parts.

You eventually glanced up at him, and he was looking down at you with a fondness you’d never seen before. “Did I do okay?”

“That was amazing. I never would have guessed you’d never done that before,” he praised. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. Now, come up here.”

You took his extended hand and let him pull you up onto the bed. “Do you want me to, uh, go brush my teeth or use some mouthwash or something?”

He responded to that with a roll of his eyes, and his lips were on yours again, tongue swiping into your mouth against yours, answering your question.

It amazed you while you were making out, he managed to gradually move you around and position your body underneath his without stopping. When he was done, he was between your spread legs, although you were fully clothed while he was naked. When you realized that fact, it struck you as funnier than it probably actually was, and you were reduced to a fit of giggling, pulling back from his lips.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, grinning down at you.

“You’re naked, and I’m not,” you answered before you started laughing again.

“Yeah, it is kind of funny.” He leaned back onto his knees in front you. “Do you want to change that?”

“I, uh…” You bit your lip nervously, feeling a little insecure.

“No pressure. If you want, I could put my clothes back on, too. Completely up to you,” he offered.

“No, it’s not that. You’re just, like, ridiculously hot, and I’m not on your level, and it’s making me feel self-conscious,” you admitted.

“Rubbish. You’re gorgeous. If anything, I’m not on your level,” he insisted. “I want to see you, all of you, whenever you’re ready. Doesn’t have to be now.”

You swallowed heavily and started to pull your shirt off.

“Wait!” he told you.

Immediately, you stopped, afraid he’d changed his mind.

“Let me,” he finished, gently moving you up to tug your shirt over your head and tossed it off the bed. Adept fingers unhooked your bra, and it joined your shirt. His already once again hard cock twitched as he looked down at your newly exposed skin.

You reached for his cock, but he batted your hand away.

“As much as I like the sentiment, let me make you feel good,” he said.

“But I want to-” you started.

“Please?” he interrupted. “Promise I’m going to enjoy it, too.”

You swallowed and nodded.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, slipped a finger underneath the waistband of your pants.

“Yeah,” you agreed, lifting your hips to help him slide your pants and panties down your legs and off, leaving you completely exposed. You fought the instinctual urge to cover yourself. This was just Harrison, Harrison who had seen you in much worse states than simply nude.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do this, not right now, not ever if you don’t want to,” he reassured you.

“No, I want to. I’m just nervous,” you told him.

“Let’s work through it,” he suggested. “What specifically is making you nervous?”

You took a moment to collect your thoughts. "Just… what if I don't taste or smell good, or if the noises I make are weird, and I completely turn you off?"

"Don't think that's possible, love. Just calm down and let me make you feel good, okay? Gonna make you feel so, so good, promise."

You nodded. "Thank you."

After stroking your thigh until you completely relaxed, he spread your legs and positioned himself between. "Do you want my hand or mouth first?”

You wanted both eventually, but since that was already on the table, you didn’t really mind either way as long as he touched you somehow. “Surprise me.”

“Hmmm…” He paused, contemplating. “I really want to watch you so I think I’ll start with fingering you. Have you done this to yourself before?”

“I, uh…" you trailed off, a bit embarrassed.

One of his hands moved to hold yours. “I’m not going to judge you either way. It’ll just help me know how I should go about this.”

“I have a vibrator. It was a stupid, gimmicky, ridiculously pink ‘My First Time’ vibrator gag gift. I don’t think the gift giver ever intended on me actually using it, but I kept it in my nightstand drawer and got curious after a while. It’s not as big as, well, you are.” You gestured in the general direction of his dick for emphasis. “It’s maybe the size of a couple of your fingers?”

“I know the vibrator you’re talking about. I was partially responsible for that gag gift,” he admitted. “I honestly wondered if you’d ever used it with how embarrassed you were when you opened the gift. Still got off more than a few times imagining you burying yourself under the covers, trying to hide the noises you and the vibrator were making while you worked it against your clit and in your pussy, faster and faster until you came.”

You groaned. “God, Harrison, you can’t just say things like that. You’re not wrong, but it’s making me...”

Instead of responding with words, he traced a long, slender finger through your folds, swirling around your clit teasingly before sliding down and pressing into you easily. “Looks like it’s doing its job and making you wetter.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, breathily, a pleasured chill going down your spine when he crooked his finger and started stroking it in and out unhurriedly. You couldn’t help but to try to suppress the sounds that he was bringing out of you, still self-conscious.

“No, it’s okay, pretty girl. Let me hear you. Let me know how good I’m making you feel,” he urged.

“You’re making me feel so good, Harrison,” you told him, as he added another finger, those captivating pale blue eyes gazing intently into yours. You struggled to keep your eyes open when his thumb circled your clit slickly, pleasure coursing through you intensely. “Oh god, Harrison, please don’t stop. Feels so, so good.”

“I can tell you’re getting close. Don’t hold back, just let it happen, angel,” he encouraged.

You listened to Harrison’s sweet words and did just let it happen. It felt like falling over a precipice when you toppled over the edge into the most intense climax you’d ever experienced, fingers and toes curling into the sheets almost painfully, but god, you’d never felt such an amazing high in your life.

He worked you back down, slowing his fingers until he finally stopped and withdrew them completely.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, opening your eyes to find Harrison smiling down at you.

“Good?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” you confirmed, smiling back up at him. “Best orgasm of my life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again.”

He leaned over to press a brief kiss to your lips. “I could deal with that. Don’t think I’d ever be able to bring myself to leave my bed again, though, with my gorgeous girl here waiting for me.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. “You’re so sweet, Harrison.”

He kissed you again. “Just telling you the truth. So, what would you like to do now?”

“Honestly? Maybe take a nap?” you suggested with a yawn. “After that, I’d like to try more… things.”

“Things, huh?” he responded with a smirk.

“Yeah, things,” you told him.

“Like wakeboarding?” he teased.

You chuckled. “Well, something will be getting really wet.”

“Think it already is. Let me check.” His fingers moved back down to run through your folds again, pausing to play with your clit for a moment. “Yep, still plenty wet.”

You moaned, then giggled. “You know, I’m feeling a lot less tired now. What do you want to try next?”

He dropped down to kiss you, longer this time, before trailing his lips over to your ear. “I think I’ll show you what my mouth can do.”

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saintlavrents · 4 years

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Truthfully [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff?

Prompt: “I can repress feelings all day.”

Summary: in which he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend

Words: 1,632

A/N: im back with yet another haz fic. ive been in such a haz mood lately aka since the end of last year. also im sorry that this is kinda bad bc ive been having writers block since january so yea lol and this is my entry to @londonspidey‘s writing challenge. congrats on the 3k!

You were bouncing your leg on the passenger seat as Harrison parked the car in front of the venue. To say that you were nervous was definitely an understatement. You kept on asking yourself how on earth did you get yourself into this predicament. Well, you know exactly how. You just didn’t understand why you had agreed to this.

“I need a favor.” You had opened your door to a seemingly disheveled Harrison, who just walked in as soon as you opened the door.

“Good morning to you too.” You muttered sarcastically as you closed the door behind him.

It was around eight in the morning and you had stayed up last night to study for a quiz you were going to have on your afternoon class. And you weren’t in the best mood due to the sleep deprivation.

Harrison stopped in his tracks for a second before sighing and turning towards you. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Well, uh, I kind of told my mum that I was seeing someone and that I’m going to bring that someone to Janice’s wedding.”

“Your cousin, Janice?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as you run your fingers through your hair, “Why, though?”

“Because she keeps trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughter.”

“And you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to get her off your back?”

“Yes.” He uttered, seemingly defeated. “You’ve got to help me. I don’t know who else to ask.”

You and Harrison first met in freshmen year in your English class and almost immediately hit it off and that lead to him introducing you to his group of friends, which you soon became a part of as well. Ever since then, you were pretty much best friends with all of them but you and Harrison were probably closest to one another amongst the six of you. The two of you even ended up going to the same University, but for different majors -Theatre for Harrison and Literature for you- and the two of you also live in a flat next to one another.

Being best friends with Harrison was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. But the thing is, sometime around sophomore year, you realized that you had feelings for him. You never told anyone, mostly because you don’t have any plans on telling him about your feelings ever. You had such a great friendship with him and you didn’t want to jeopardize it.

But eventually, Harry found out, sometime after he had enrolled in the same University as you and Harrison.

You were helping Harry move in to his flat, since you’ve got two of your classes cancelled today. It was only the two of you as Harrison said that he would come over to help after class. After about an hour of helping Harry unpack his stuff, Harry’s door swung open and Harrison barged in and gave you a hug. You were taken aback, blushing and your heart was pounding a thousand beats per minute.

“What are you doing?”

“Thanking you for helping me with the audition.” He said, letting go of you. You had helped him run his lines as well as film his audition for a major part in a film student’s final project a few days ago. “I got the part.”

“That’s great news!”

“I know!”

Harrison stayed and helped Harry with unpacking for about an hour before leaving again for his next class. After Harrison had left, Harry turned to you.

“You have feelings for him!”

“What? No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do. If you don’t, you wouldn’t have been so defensive about it.”

You groaned in defeat, “Alright, fine. Happy now?”

“You should probably tell him.”

“And possibly ruin my friendship with him? No, thanks.”

“With you being this obvious, you should just tell him.”

“Again, no thanks.” You paused for a bit, quite embarrassed that you got caught. “I can repress feelings all day.” You added.

Since that day, you tried your best to not make it too obvious that you are practically in love with Harrison. You tried to ignore the loud beating of your heart every time he’s near and/or is looking at you with those blue eyes of his. You even had to put up a tough and sarcastic act whenever he’s around, mostly to pretend that whatever he did and/or say doesn’t really affect you, when whatever he did and/or say drives you crazy.

No matter whatever he said or did, never did you ever expect that he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

“But, like, your mom knows me.”

“Yeah and she likes you.”

“Wouldn’t she know that we’re not actually dating?”

“We’ll just have to act and be convincing.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you lunch till the end of the term.”

You thought about it for a second before agreeing, “Okay.”

“Thank you!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Saturday.”

And that was pretty much how you got yourself in this situation. You, in heels, dress, full face makeup, holding hands with the guy you’ve had feelings for since high school, walking into the venue of his cousin’s wedding.

“Your hands are sweating.” He whispered.

You stopped to retract your hands from his to wipe it off on your dress, “Sorry. I’m nervous ‘cause this is just weird. Pretending to be your girlfriend and all.”

He took your hand again and gave you a reassuring smile before walking into the ballroom, where the party was.

“Harrison!” You heard his mother call for him and the two of you turned around.

“Mum, hi.”

You gave a small smile, “Hi, Phil.”

“You guys came here together? I thought Harrison was bringing someone he’s seeing.” Phil teased.

You tensed up a bit and before you could say anything, Harrison chipped in, “Y/N and I are together, mum.”

Hearing him say that made you feel… weird. It made you feel butterflies, obviously, but it hurts because you wanted it to be true.

Phil looked taken aback, clearly surprised by her son’s declaration, but then quickly broke into a huge grin, “Oh my god! Harrison! You didn’t tell me that the one you’re seeing is Y/N!”

Thankfully, things got less awkward as the night went on and you had to admit that it was kind of fun playing along with it. Pretty much all you did for the rest of the night was stand by Harrison’s side, smile and respond whenever his family would talk to you.

At some point, you felt your ankles starting to hurt from standing too long on your heels, so Harrison suggested you take a break and sit down at the table for a while and so you did. You reached your hand down to your ankles in an attempt to massage and soothe the aching on them. You couldn’t help but look up once and a while and look at him. Sure, it got pretty fun, but it kind of hurt because you wanted it to be real.

He, eventually, caught you staring and mouthed an ‘Are you okay?’, which you responded with a nod and a small smile. You were once again looking down at your ankles and you felt someone pull the chair to your right.

“You know, I never thought he’d had the balls to ask you out.” Charlotte laughed.

You looked at her with a confused expression but before you could respond to that, she spoke again, “He’s always so scared that you didn’t like him that way. But mum and I always knew you like him back.”

Before she could say anything else, you heard Phil call to her for a family photo. What Charlotte said definitely confused you. What was that about?

“Hey.” Harrison snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, definitely.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, that’s good. ‘Cause they’re going to start dancing any minute now.” And as if on cue, a slow tune played through the ballroom speaker.

He offered his hand to you and you took it, walking with him towards where everyone else were dancing, blending into the crowd. The two of you sway to the tune silently, before you decided to break the silence.

“You know, Charlotte said something interesting earlier.”

“What?”

“She said she never thought you’d had the balls to ask me out.”

Harrison tensed, “Oh. Did she say anything else?”

“She also said that you’re scared I don’t like you back.”

“Oh.” He looked down for a bit before looking at you.

“Oh? So, is it true?”

“I… Uh… Well… Here it goes.” He sighed before continuing, “I really like you, Y/N. And I know you don’t like me that way and that’s completely fine, I just hope that we can stay friends with y-” You cut him off by planting a short kiss on his lips.

You pulled away to see him looking very surprised. He was definitely not expecting that.

“I really like you too, Haz.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you before kissing you. And all you could think of was how crazy everything was. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing him for real.

“Wait. She also said that your mum and her always knew that I liked you.”

“Uh… About that… Truthfully, she never tried setting me up with anybody. I just needed a reason to, well, ask you out.” He said, looking at you with that damn blue eyes, making your knees go weak.

And that was probably the moment where you both realized that it was love.

“You're still buying me lunch till the end of term, right?”

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years

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detestation

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Warnings ➳ teenage drinking, mentions of sex, fluff, angst, you'll be surprised.

Prompt ➳ "I don't want to go"

This is a part of @farfromhaz's I love you 3000 writing challenge! Congratulations to you angel, you deserve it all and so much more. Secondly, I would like to say that this was inspired by a fic I read on Wattpad but it was deleted, so I rewrote it. I hope you enjoy this, love you ❤

“May!” Your mother squealed, May greeting her with an equally shrill squeal and a warm hug. You laughed and shook your head at the two elderly women in front of you. Your favourite thing about the weekly visit to the Parkers’ residence was seeing your mom laughing and enjoying herself after the excruciating, selfless weeks of her life. The main, as well as the only reason, that you joined her there most of the time.

“Hi May!” You greeted the brunette lady excitedly. She let the both of you inside, her and your mom already drowning in a conversation about some incident that happened a few days back at work, “Oh (Y/n), Peter’s in his room.” She notified you, being very oblivious to your situation.

You gave her a tight lipped smile, nodding your head, and turned to move towards the wooden door of Peter’s room, not before rolling your eyes at the mention of him.

The door opened with a promptness making Peter flinch. His head shot up from his desk to look at you, ignorant of his presence as you walked straight to his bed, plopped down and took out your phone, starting to scroll through it momentarily later, unlike the times you were at school, where you would brawl with each other any chance you got. He scoffed at you. Your head snapped up as your eyes squinted, “What’s so funny?” You threatened.

He chuckled, “You just —”

“Well, I don’t care.” You spat, interrupting him, “Look, it’s just another weekend. Let’s not fight and get it over with already.”

“Whatever” He shrugged. Your jaw clenched at his apathetic behaviour. You bit your tongue and took a deep breath to calm your nerves down. You couldn’t believe how easy it was for Peter to get under your skin.

Peter however, never knew the reason for you guys’ enmity towards each other. At first, you would always try to ignore him in school and he never understood why you were doing that. He even tried to make you like him, but you never showed interest, so he stopped trying. After that, it was constant commenting and bashing the other with words and actions. Rolling of eyes, scoffing and every expression that shows hatred and dislike was shared between you two.

It was about time you got up from the bunk bed, stretching your arms upwards. Peter was still at his study table, flipping through the pages of his book. You rolled your eyes at him, moving forward to get a look at what was so interesting that had kept him so invested for such a long time.

You rolled your eyes as soon as you got a peek of what was in front of him, “Three chapters ahead of the class?!” You scoffed. Peter’s head snapped up, not expecting you there, “No wonder how you’re able to answer all the questions in class. Smartass.” You snarked.

He suddenly smacked his fist on the table making you take a step back out of reflex, “What is your problem?” He asked, “You’re at my house, in my bedroom and you just cannot shut your mouth up!”

You made a disgusted face, “Then, maybe the problem is in you!” You pointed. He stood up from his chair, towering due to the extra inches he had over you.

If anyone else would’ve been so close up your face that you could feel their breath fan over your cheeks, you probably would’ve moved back, been nervous, or maybe even have told them to piss off. But it was Peter Parker, how could you back up. You both were as stubborn as the other.

“You are so —” He starts, running a hand through his soft, brown hair in frustration.

“So what? Huh Parker? Cat caught your tongue?” You spat. It wasn’t even new. This conversation between the two of you, it has been repeated all over the time. You saw his jaw clench and unclench before a look of unconcern settled on his face and he left the room, muttering a ‘whatever’ before slamming the door, leaving you behind.

“Whatever?” You gritted out, trailing his path and slamming the door behind you with equal frequency, if not more.

Your mom and May, who were sitting at the couch, having a pleasant conversation, looked at you and Peter in confusion.

“What happened kids?” May asked.

“Nothing.” Peter breathed out hastily before you could say anything, “I-I was invited to this party tonight.” The change of tone in his voice was evident, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes softened. Minutes ago he was with you and he was talking with venom quoting all his words. You wondered if he would ever talk to you like that.

“Why don’t you take (y/n) with you?” You heard May ask. Your eyes went wide, matching Peter’s chocolate brown ones.

“No, I don’t think my mom would want me to —” You started before getting cut off by your dear mom.

“I have no objections. You kids should socialise a little. It’s fine as long you both stick together. I still remember the time we went to Grace’s party.” Your mom laughed, followed by May and a conversation picked up.

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“You had to open your dumb mouth?!” You slammed the door to Peter’s car, “Nothing of this would’ve happened if you waited for us to leave.” You ran up to match his pace as he ignored you.

“Just keep your distance and call me if you want to go back home.” He said finally and left you there to meet his friend Ned with whom he ushered inside.

You sighed, contemplating on leaving him there alone, but finally decided to go inside, keeping in mind that you’d be safer in there.

A one and a half hour later, you were drunk and bored. You’ve had a few punches and now you were intoxicated, bored and lonely. You barely had any conversation because you didn’t know much about these people. So you stood in a corner by yourself, propped against a wall, drowning in your thoughts and alcohol. Recalling the last time you went to MJ’s and you both discussed how worthless boys are, you chuckled.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand slammed on the wall beside you, making you flinch and look at the cause of disruption. A boy, approximately your age, stood above you, black eyes shining due to the blue and yellow fluorescent lights.

“Excuse me.” You said, looking into his gleaming eyes, the alcohol giving you a little confidence boost.

“Hey princess.” He smirked, running a hand through his copper red locks, “What do you think, we have a little dance of our own?”

“Um, sorry but I have a boyfriend.” You said, defensively.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “I didn’t see any boyfriend of yours around here for a long time. It seems to me like he doesn’t care enough to be around for you baby.” He chuckled. You felt yourself cringe when he moved closer and tried pushing him back.

“Hey Romeo.” The voice made the boy pull away from you. You sighed out of relief, looking back to see who it was, “I’m the boyfriend.” Peter pointed towards himself, moving forwards. Placing a hand over the boy’s leather clad torso, Peter pushed him away from you and stood in front of you, placing a protective hand in the air. You felt safe, like you always did when Peter was around —and you didn’t even know why— you would be lying if you said otherwise, “Now you may piss off.” He said.

The other guy just rolled his eyes and went off to chase another girl.

Peter turned to you with an unreadable look on his face.

“T-thanks. You really didn’t have to.” You said. He stumbled forward. You could tell he was as drunk as you, if not more.

“I did anyway. So, deal with it.” He shrugged, making you chuckle. He looks cute when he’s drunk. You put your hands on his shoulder when he stumbled once again, moving closer. God, was the boy wasted.

“Why would you help me?” You asked, making him look into your eyes, “I mean, you hate me, always have.” You stated. His brown eyes, once a distant hard stare, softened, just like they did in his apartment, earlier today. You felt something, a strong feeling in your gut, telling you to move closer, so you did.

“I don’t hate you.” He admitted, “You hate me.”

“No, I don’t.” You scoffed, “You do!”

“Okay, this can go on for a while.” He chuckled, pointing between the two of you, then stood up straighter, balancing himself with your help, your breaths mixing, “D-do you want to go home?” He asked, concern lacing his words. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t want to go, anywhere” You whispered. He moved closer, resting his forehead on yours. His breath fanned over your face, all the while you two looked into each other’s eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips for a moment then back to your eyes, hands moving all the way down to rest on the small of your back.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Was all he said before his lips connected with yours.

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You woke up to very unfamiliar surroundings, a white blanket covered your body as the light poured in through the window. You squint your eyes, due to the brightness, and turned to look to your side.

Peter sat at the edge of the bed, head propped up on his hands, just in his boxers. You gulped at the possibility of what might’ve happened last night.

“Peter?” You called out softly. He turned back, focusing on you.

“Morning.” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“W-what happened l-last night?” You stuttered out.

“I guess we had sex.” He stated, afterwards blushing at his bluntness. There was a moment of silence as Peter got up from the bed, walked all the way to the door and stood against it.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, playing with the hem of the sheets. Peter looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why are you sorry? We both were drunk (y/n).” He said.

“Yeah but…” You started, holding the sheets firmly behind your back with the help of one hand, “We hate each other! You’re not supposed to sleep with the person you hate.”

“I don’t hate you.” He stated, “I never did. When we first met in school, you were —”

“Why are you telling me this?” Your eyebrows furrowed. He sighed.

“Because.” He searched for words, carefully looking at your expression, then deciding to say, “I like you.”

“What?” You stared at him in confusion. No way in hell could you be awake, this definitely has to be a dream, “Are you kidding? B-because this isn’t a good one.” You laughed bitterly, eyes glossing over with tears.

“I’m not. I’m not kidding at all.” He said, walking back to his initial position and sitting beside you on the bed, “I’ve liked you since, well, for a very long time, but you’re impossible to talk to.”

“What? I’m not the one who is im —”

You were cut off because Peter then pulled you in for a kiss. One hand behind your neck, the other moved to your back, holding the sheets in their place so you could reach yours in the back of his head, playing with the soft curls there.

When you parted, eyes closed and breathing heavily, you could feel his breath on your cheeks, “You’re the impossible one.” You said softly.

“Are you seriously saying that when I jus—”

It was your turn to pull him in for a kiss, happy that the brawl between the two of you was finally resolved, “I like you too.”

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 4 years

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Masterlist of entries

Wowie 3k! I’m as shook as you believe me but I want to thank everyone for following me. I came to this fandom 2 years ago and it started off as a sideblog with some questionable writing and now I’m here with my still questionable writing but I’ve loved every second of it and all the friends I’ve made along the way. This blog has helped my confidence and helped me come out of my shell a lot. I am so grateful for each and every one of you.

Thank you @angelhaz11 for the pretty header and thank you @thinkoutsidethebex for helping me with this idea! I love you both!

Now onto the rules:

This is a follower celebration so it would be cool if you were following me.

2 people allowed per prompt, one prompt per person.

Please tag me in your fic and use the tag #iloveyou3000wc

All the marvel prompts are famous marvel quotes from the marvel universe over the years. The quote cannot be said by the person who originally said it. Example: If using the quote “I am Iron Man.” This cannot be said by Tony Stark in your writing.

However, you can also choose to not include the prompt directly in your fic and use it as inspiration for a theme to your story.

You can write for any character or actor from the marvel universe including Tom Holland & co.

Your fic can be however long you want but if it exceeds 500 words please use the “read more” feature.

No St*rker or Th*rki or any similar ships.

Smut is allowed but all characters should be 18+

Please use warnings for smut or any triggers

Deadline is the 31st of July but if you need more time let me know.

If you want to join send me an ask with which prompt you would like and who you will be writing for.

Most of all, have fun!

I can’t wait to read all your entries!

Prompts below the cut!

Marvel quote prompts:

“I can do this all day.” 1/2 @selfcarecap w/ Tom Holland

“I am Iron Man.” 2/2 @thinkoutsidethebex w/ Peter Parker, @mytrashs-blog w/ Tom Holland

“With great power comes great responsibility.” 1/2 @sleepyhollands w/ Peter Parker

“I don’t want to go.” 1/2 @parkerpeter24 w/ Peter Parker

“Face it, this is not the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.” 2/2 @delicately-important-trash w/ Tom Holland, @rebel-author-chick w/ Tony Stark

“Get lost, Squidward.”

“We never lose our demons, we only learn to live with them.” 1/2 @parkeraul w/ Tom Holland

“We’re still friends right?” 1/2 @domisatop w/ Harrison Osterfield

“I dream about you. Because it’s always you.” 2/2 @definitely-not-black-cat w/ Harrison Osterfield, @starlightparker w/ Peter Parker

“You can’t trick me anymore.”

“Part of the journey is the end.”

“I would rather be a good man than a great king.”

“It’s just a leap of faith.” 1/2 @peachyxholland w/ Tom Holland

“Whatever it takes”

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

“You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay.” 2/2 @fairytelling w/ Peter Parker, @god-knows-what-am-i-doing w/ Peter Parker

“I love you 3000.”

“I can repress feelings all day.” 2/2 @quackeroos w/ Peter Parker, @saintlavrents w/ Harrison Osterfield

“I need a drink.”

“Higher, further, faster, baby.”

“The hardest choices require the strongest wills.”

“Pick on someone your own size.”

“That’s what heroes do.” 1/2 @spideysrogerss w/ Sam Wilson

“I really like you.”

“You have the right to remain silent!” 2/2 @baby-bearie w/ Peter Parker, @spideygirl2003 w/ Peter Parker

“Love should never be a secret.” 1/2 @h-natale w/ Harrison Osterfield

“Your crazy matches my crazy, big time.” 1/2 @its-a-leap-of-faith-kid w/ Zendaya

“You’re not real. You were just in my head.”

“Are you saying there’s a multiverse?” 1/2 @shakespeareanqueer w/ Peter Parker

“Sometimes the best we can do is to start over.” 1/2 @generaldameronss w/ Sam Wilson

“Teach me.” 2/2 @hazmyheart w/ Harrison Osterfield, @rubberducky-jrr w/ Peter Parker

“Oh my god, that was really violent.” 1/2 @rae-gar-targaryen w/ Peter Parker

“I should not be left in charge of stuff like this.” 1/2 @halfblood-princess-505 w/ Harrison Osterfield

“On your left.” 1/2 @strrlord-writes w/ Bucky Barnes

“So, you like cats?”

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