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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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just sayin sub!haz lives in my head rent free

[finishing hoe for haz asks]

mine too. sub!haz be squatting all over the dang place how rude. this one is based on this ask bc i couldn't get it off of my mind! big ups to @shipping-not-sailing for brainstorming with me!

cw: sub!haz, softdom!reader, good communication lol, smut (punishment, edging, oral - f, fingering, subspace, cockwarming, creampie) a d/s relationship doesn't always need rough play soooo surprisingly a lot of fluff ✌️

***

When you come home from work, Harrison greets you with a kiss and a squeaky clean flat. Your favorite takeout is on its way.

"That's very thoughtful of you, wifey," you sigh into his shoulder as you toe off your impossibly high heels.

He flashes you a toothy grin before ushering you towards the bathroom. You find a new bottle of your favorite body lotion by the sink, right next to his.

The man even gives you a nice foot rub when you lounge on the couch that night. And still you think he's just doing this because you'd had a long day at the office. He's always been thoughtful that way.

But one thing that is a non-negotiable is that Harrison always tries to pick what to watch on Netflix. And on his best days, he would be so sweet and so persuasive that he'd let you think that it was your choice. So when he lets you pick with absolutely no fight, it sets off your suspicions just a tiny bit.

You watch him closely with narrowed eyes. "Alright, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"That is chicken shit. What do you want?"

"Nothing! I just know you had a long day, and-- I mean, I had a nice day. I just thought I'd... share that with you." he pouts, absently rolling your ankle, trying to distract you from your hunch.

"Yeah?" you fold your legs back and sits closer to him. "How was your day, darling?"

"It was pretty nice! Went to the gym, finished reading Exit West, listened to Jojo's new album while I tidied up, came a couple times..." he tries to be dismissive, but the last one catches your attention.

"I'm sorry. You what?"

"I came a couple times," he mutters, lowering his volume with each letter.

"Right...” your eyebrows shoot up, although you try to be as neutral as you can. “Did we have some sort of agreement that I wasn’t aware of? I thought our deal was to not cum while I’m away.”

“I know, I know. I just--” he all but cowers as he stumbles through his words, “I came across the polaroids we took back in Monaco and-- You’re just so pretty, I couldn’t resist.”

“Well... I appreciate your honesty. But you know you’re not getting away with this, right?”

“But-- I got your favorite takeout and your--”

“Oh, so you did that just to butter me up?”

“Well, no. I just thought...” he toys around with the hem of his shirt. “I just thought it wouldn’t hurt.”

You smile sweetly at your dear boyfriend. “Aww, sweetheart... why don’t you get ready for me and we’ll find out, hm?”

His face drops. He swallows, but he kisses your cheek and makes his way to your shared bedroom without any complaint.

You finish your glass of wine, sip after small sip, taking your sweet time knowing it drives him insane in the other room. When you do make your way there, Harrison is in the middle of the bed, on his knees. Completely naked. Cock raging hard in all its veiny and curvy glory.

Eagerly waiting for you.

But you're not done torturing him. You made a beeline for the bathroom, brushing your teeth and going about your nightly skincare routine. Catching glimpses of him through the bathroom mirror, getting more antsy by the minute.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" he pipes up as you leave the bathroom.

"Like what?" you play dumb, acting as if everything's normal.

He shrugs, unable to find the words.

"Do you have something to say?" you cross your arm, standing at the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry," he says with his head bowed.

"Oh?"

"I really am." he scoots over to the edge and pulls you in, so your knees are resting on the bed.

He runs his hand down your arm, all the way to the back of your hand, filling the space between your fingers with his own. You know he still has something on his mind, but right now, he's just being a pouty baby about it.

"What's going on, baby?" you lift his chin with your free hand, making him look at you.

And oh, how those puppy dog eyes steal your heart.

"I wanna make it up to you," he pouts, pressing his body flush against yours. "Wanna make you feel good. Please?"

"Show me," you murmur, a breath away from his lips, waiting just a second too long to close the gap.

He holds himself back in his kiss. Soft, controlled. You had to deepen the kiss yourself before he lets go of his own mental restraints. Your tank top and shorts are slipped off in a sloppy mess of limbs, and soon he's taking you into bed.

He trails his lips down your chest, every kiss an apology, sucking your tits like it's a fountain of forgiveness. Tongue running down your sternum and along your hip bone.

Finding home between your legs.

The sight of him so open, so... willing for you has made you wet, and now he's laving and licking your clit like there's no tomorrow. Soon his fingers join him, fucking your gushing cunt as God intended.

Your first orgasm hits you gently, a culmination of slow and steady stimulation. But the pleasant burst doesn't stop, taking yourself right into the second one, a violent shake in your core. By the time your third orgasm rolls around, you're shamelessly grinding his face just as he grinds into the bed.

Oh.

"Getting worked up, aren't we, love?" you tug his hair, getting him to crawl back up your body. "You wanna cum now?"

He just nods meekly as he nuzzles your chest, busying his mouth with your tits instead of giving a straight answer. You don't miss how the tip of his cock barely misses your pussy.

"Well," you sit up, and he follows. "Since you don't need me or my rules anymore, why don't you be a big boy and get yourself off, Harrison?"

"But--" he tries to protest but you interrupt him with a quick peck on the lips as you get out of bed.

"I'm gonna get some water. You want some?" you ask casually, not a hint of anger or malice in your voice.

He just stares at you with wide eyes, surprised and... a little disappointed? You'd normally put him over your knee or torture him with one of your toys, but not tonight. Tonight you're calm and quiet and forgiving.

It's disconcerting as fuck.

He tries, though. By God he tries. You're outside the whole time --drinking your water and checking your messages, although your mind goes straight to the boy desperately trying pumping his cock in his hand. Trying out different paces, different touches, getting farther and farther from his orgasm as he goes.

When you return with his glass of water, he's sat with his back against the headboard. Arms crossed, eyebrows knotted. Sulking like a child.

"What's wrong?" you put the glass on the bedside table.

"Can't."

You sit on the edge of the bed. You know what he means, but you ask anyway, "Can't what?"

"Can't do it like you. You do it best."

Part of you is happy that he learned his lesson, but oh... how his puppy dog eyes break your heart.

He's so deep into subspace, and you realize you may have gone too far by treating him like a big boy and calling him by his full first name. Nor Haz, or darling, or love, or baby.

Harrison.

He's on the verge of tears and his cock, stubborn against his torso, red and painfully hard.

You smile softly at him. "Alright, baby. Let me take care of you now."

His face lights up as you grab some lube from the drawer. His jaw soundlessly drops when you squirt the cool gel on the tip of his cock, and a moan spills out as you spread it down his length with your hand.

You can feel the tension escaping him the more you caress his hair, spread tender kisses all over his face as you stroke his cock at a leisurely pace.

His eyes flutter closed. "Can I be inside you? Please? Don't even have to cum, just-- need to feel you."

"Okay, baby." you kiss his temple and straddle him, lining up your entrance with his prodding cock.

You sink down on him with just a little resistance. His thick cock stretches you so nicely, and he groans at the feel of you clenching around him. For the longest time, you just stay close and warm in each other.

"Do you forgive me?" he looks up at you with slight hesitation.

"Darling, I was never mad at you to begin with," you reassure him with a smile. "You're just.. such a big boy about the whole thing. Coming forward, telling me the truth... I just thought I should treat you like one."

"Don't wanna be a big boy," he all but whines. "Just wanna be yours."

"You are. For as long as you'll have me." you push his stray curls out of his forehead, so you can take a good look at him.

"Really?"

"I promise."

He kisses you briefly, adorably, on the lips, and you kiss him right back. Deep and languid and certain. You don't even notice your slightest shift makes you grip him tighter, but he hisses in pleasure.

"You feel so good, Y/N. Wanna fall asleep like this," he rambles on.

"I don't think that'll be good for either of us," you chuckle in quiet amusement. "Do you wanna cum before we go to sleep, baby?"

He moans a slurred but unmistakable yes almost immediately.

“I got you. I’m right here, baby.” you lazily grind your hips, keeping it slow and sensual. He doesn’t need a hard pounding right now-- all signs point to, well, simply being held and loved by you.

He meets your thrusts halfway, a mess of lips devouring your neck and fingers eager to memorize every inch of your body. Your breasts, your hips. Your clit.

"Fuck..." you moan breathlessly into his neck. "Cum with me, Haz. I got you."

You feel his white hot release spurting inside you, and it sends you squirming and convulsing around him. Pulling him in and holding him close for as long as he desires. Reveling in the closeness and warmth you exhude for each other.

"Haz?" you whisper. "Are you alright, my love?"

He nods, slow and unfocused. "I love you, Y/N."

You kiss his nose. "I love you, too. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

Before you can get up from him, he puts his hands on your waist and keeps you right there on his lap."In a bit," he says as he snuggles back into you.

#this turned into a THING #impromptu hoe for haz night #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield x reader #sub!haz #ava writes

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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The photo of hazzy boo in the red blazer is giving me soft rich kid haz vibes 😩 like he was dreading his mum dragging him to a luncheon but he met you and you two just hit off from the get go

omg YES im all about richkid!hazzy boo and i need to write this now bye

cw: richkid!haz, richkid!reader, weed, language, smut (fingering, general obsession with haz's hands)

***

There's jackshit to do in Berkshire.

Not that Harrison would complain. He'd be more than happy to walk the manor grounds and hide out with a book and a spliff --that definitely beats a grand luncheon his mother practically dragged him to attend.

It'll be good, she said. You can never start networking too early.

But Harrison's been at this event for half an hour and he's filled up his quota for small talk for the day. He slips out of the banquet hall, looking for a peaceful cigarette break, when he hears a quiet fuck! from behind a corner pillar.

"You didn't see anything!" you come out of hiding, putting out what seems to be a cigarette and fixing up your flowy blue dress, finding this unfamiliar boy with an unlit cigarette between his lips.

God, he's cute. Like something out of 80's Vogue with his red blazer and wide-collared shirt. And of course it's just your luck to meet him when you're high off your kite.

He takes out his cigarette to say something, but you cut him off.

"You did not see anything," you repeat, more threatening than the first time.

"I--" he raises his hands in surrender, not getting what you mean at first, and then catches the unmistakable smell in the air. "Are you smoking--"

"Problem? Because I don't know you, but I'll find out and you're not gonna like what I'm gonna do to you if you rat--"

"Relax! I was just wondering if I can have some," he chuckles, his light shrug a stark contrast to your standoffish stance.

"Oh," you simply respond. Feeling a bit dumb that you were ready to throw hands for nothing. You sit on the steps and pat the empty spot next to you wordlessly.

He follows suit and takes the blunt you offered, putting it between his lips. And she's quick to reach for her zippo, leaning in to light it for him.

"Sorry about earlier. Most people are pricks here --they're just dying to see me fuck up," you try to explain, your voice softening a bit.

"Nah, I gotcha." he's quick to brush it off. Quiet, as he takes a deep drag and hands it back to you. "I'm Harrison."

A smile sneaks up on the corner of your lips. You put the joint there and shake his hand. "Y/N."

He repeats your name to himself, and you secretly think it's adorable how he does it.

"So what brings you out here, Harrison?"

"To Berkshire or this... courtyard?" he motions at the manicured topiary around them.

"Both."

"My mum insisted I come out here. Somehow. But it's so fucking stuffy in there, innit?"

You burst out laughing. "Oh God, you're so right! It is stuffy as fuck in there..."

You spend a good half an hour just shitting on everybody you met in the luncheon (Harrison even accidentally shat on your father, but you loved it. He is a right prick.) In the span of maybe 20 minutes, you're giggling and bantering and flirting like you've known each other your whole life.

"So what are you up to?" Harrison asks.

"Now? I'm finishing up my joint with this fucking dude I just met," you quip without missing a beat, sending him into a fit of laughter.

"No, man. I mean, like.. in life."

"Ah, fuck if I know. But I do know this..." you pause, mostly for dramatic effect but also for some time to gather your thoughts. "I'm feeling a bit snacky, so I'm gonna nip some hors d'oeuvre, maybe a bottle of champagne. Wanna come?"

Harrison chuckles, but it dies down as he watches you stand up and pack up your zippo into a metal case and tucks it in your thigh garter.

"Shit. What are you, a spy? What else have you got in there?" he casually blurts out, shamelessly eyeing the slit in your dress.

"Why don't you go ahead and find out?" you stretch your exposed leg teasingly.

"Seriously?" He gulps. His thumb absently strokes your ankle, right where your shoe strap is digging in.

"Mm-hm," you quietly nod, meeting his ocean blue eyes.

Harrison drags his hand up your calf, drawing loops on the back of your knee and inner thigh. The coldness of his rings makes you shiver as he finds the cigarette box on your garter, a stark contrast to the silky warmth just a little further up. Right on your folds.

"You're not wearing anything underneath?" he gapes, his mouth salivating as he says that out loud.

You shake your head.

The next thing you know, Harrison shoots up to his feet and pins you against the white stucco wall, devouring your lips as his fingers slip through your wet folds and relieve your swollen clit.

Your nipples harden under his ministration, and he can't resist peeling down the spaghetti straps and bending down to suck at your marvelous tits.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he breathes out as he plunges a finger inside you.

A desperate moan escapes your lips and his free hand is quick to fly up to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. Another fingers slips inside, stretching you and scissoring you so good, you feel like blacking out.

He hits your sweet spot and you bite back another moan, tearing off his hand on your mouth and replacing it with, well, his mouth. His thumb comes into play and you just feel enshrouded by him. His hand on your core, his body-- his lips against yours. He closes in like he knows what to do with you and presses on until you explode, convulsing and writhing in silent pleasure.

And moments later, you start fixing up your hair and your dress and your makeup, as Harrison stands dazed, forehead pressing into yours, fingers still snug between your legs.

You slip his hand away, taking it to your mouth and smearing it on your lips. "Why don't we... take this upstairs, hmm?"

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out as your mouth closes in on each finger, sucking all your juices til it's clean. His bright eyes darken, and he simply groans out a yes. He is hard under his trousers and you can't wait to see, to taste, to feel what's underneath.

"Meet me by the stairs in the East Wing in 3 minutes. I'll be back with champagne." you kiss him on the corner of his mouth and saunter away.

And it's a little fucked up to remember his mum in that exact moment, but Harrison looks up to the sky and thinks,

Thank fuck he came along to Berkshire.

#this is bleh but it'll do #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield x reader #richkid!haz #ava writes #impromptu hoe for haz night

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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Mob!haz fucking you on his desk🥵

yes pls and thank you 😌 headcanons coming your way!

cw: mob!haz, fluff, smut (oral - f, public play, some playful slapping, unprotected sex)

***

mkay SO

you come into his office to pick him up as he works late

and of course, he's all hunched over his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers before him

so you put down your purse and sit on the edge of the desk for him, fingers carding through his wavy curls comfortingly

he turns into a puddle when you do that, resting his head on your lap with a deep sigh

but his cheek falls on a lacy material and he lifts his head to find his favorite nightdress underneath your coat

"you're wearing this outside the house now?"

"maybe?" you smile devilishly

"you minx," he curses, but kisses you on the knee before spreading your legs wide open

you quickly look around the mostly dark office through the glass windows

"is anyone else in here?"

"don't know. don't care." he pulls you in towards him and sucks a hickey on your inner thigh, marking a secret trail to a treasure only he knows the way to

he impatiently rips your panties off and licks you, hole to clit, like a starved man

first he fucks you with his tongue, all soft and sensual

letting you grind into his face and drown him in your arousal

but you need more

so he fucks you with his fingers

his long, beautiful, rough, impossible, amazing fingers *sigh*

he stretches you open and you're losing yourself in your pleasure, but even then, in your orgasm you still beg for more

"greedy little thing, aren't you, darling?" he rushes to unbuckle his belt and push down his pants

"don't be a tease," you giggle lazily, feeling the tip of his cock slap against your clit

"im not being a tease." he frowns, making a serious face but you know better

you playfully slap him on the cheek. "get on with it."

"imma make you pay for that." he gasps and bottoms out in one go

but you're a little shit, so you slap him once again

"get the fuck on with it."

and he knows what you're doing, he purposely goads you on as you land smack after smack on his pretty, "that what you want, baby? you wanna play rough? I'll show you rough."

then he lifts your leg up close and thrusts into you, hard and fast

you're crying out his name, not even caring that a janitor might walk by or an employee might still be around

he's filling you up and no one does it better than him

and really, there's no pussy he's ever fucked that will ever compare to yours

"fuck baby, im gonna--"

he rubs your clit like his orgasm depends on it (it does, but that's beside the point)

as soon as you feel him convulsing inside you, coating your inner walls with his release, you're gone

you're squeezing around his cock and sending him into overstimulation, moaning and groaning and bucking up into you

"if this is your way of getting me to come home... Fucking hell, it's working."

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield headcanons #harrison osterfield x reader #mob!haz #ava writes #impromptu hoe for haz night

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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Hi love! You and I both were ruined by that photo shoot.

My first send in is a lil’ role playing with haz 😌

You are at a fancy bar for date night dressed up and waiting for haz. He walks in with that brown blazer and black pattern shirt (I died, that look 😍🤤). He pretends not to know you. You play along as he hits on you and flirting back until you can’t handle it anymore and you take him to the bathroom to do…

You can fill in the blank with whatever you’d like to do him because I’m here for it all 😄

[finishing up hoe for haz asks]

imma just continue where you left off because mmhm yep

cw: husband!haz, cheating but not really, smut (possessive kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral - f), lots of domestic fluff

***

Thunk.

Your wedding ring hits the bathroom mirror as you try to grasp anything for support. On the reflection, you barely recognize yourself; makeup bolder. Lipstick smudged. Hair a mess. Dress askew. Tits spilling out, covered by the man pounding you from behind.

He hits your sweet spot and you cry out, your hand flying up to your mouth in quick response.

“Shh... gotta be quiet for me, darling. Wouldn’t want everyone to know you’re getting fucked by a stranger in this lounge bathroom, right?” he purrs right on your ear.

But his hand trails down to your dress and finds your clit, rubbing it mercilessly as he picks up the pace. You bite back another moan. It’s like he wants you to lose yourself and get caught.

“S’that feel good, darling? Fuck, you look so good like this...”

You smile in your daze. “You sound like my husband.”

“I don’t think your husband knows what to do with you. Why else would you be here with me, eh?” he smirks as he slows down his pace. Hard and deliberate as he makes his point. “You can kiss your husband hello when you get back, but it’s my cock you’re fucking, and it’ll be my cum leaking out of you.”

There’s something wildly primal about the way he marks his territory on you. It’s twisted and fucked up, but it’s also the very thing that sends you clenching around his dick with a strangled moan. And as you ride through your orgasm, he lets go and chases his. His fingers and rings digging into your soft hips.

The handprint on the bathroom mirror obscures his reflection behind you. You turn your head and he meets you halfway with a kiss. Short, sweet, and familiar.

“Wow,” Harrison breaths out. “That was...”

“I know! Where did all that dirty talk come from?” you turn around to face him, pulling him in by his jacket lapels.

He shrugs. “I guess-- the improv instinct just... kicks in.”

You chuckle, resting your forehead against his as you both catch your breaths. And then, “Hello, husband.” you kiss his chin and his lips and his nose.

“Hello, wife,” he quips back, kissing your nose, too. Tenderly smoothing out your hair and dress.

“You havin’ a good time?”

“Surprisingly, yes.” he laughs a little. “You?”

The mysterious, animalistic side of him is intriguing, but nothing beats your doting, loving husband at the end of the day. How his whole face lights up with a smile.

“Not bad.” you twirl random strands of his curls in your finger. “Had a few drinks, had a lot of fun... but I made a little mess and I need your help to clean it up.”

“A mess?” his blueish greenish eyes blink back at you. “Where?”

You glance down at his lips for a second, and he gets what you mean. He gets on his knees and hike up the hem of your dress one more time. He puts your thigh over his shoulder, following the trail of arousal blending together up your thigh, licking it clean with every swipe. Peppering occasional cheeky bites as he makes his way to your pussy.

He gathers up his cum and your juices on his tongue and fucks it back into you. Willing it to stay there and fill you up. Sucking and swirling your clit until you come a second time, and third, and fourth.

You are his, for real and for life, and he’d spend the rest of his days being yours, whatever that entails.

#well well well #this is fun #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield x reader #husband!haz #ava writes #impromptu hoe for haz night

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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Omg I’d never thought of pornstar!haz before but damnnnn now I’m imagining it 🥵🥵 I think he’d actually really care about his scene partner and idk if you’ve ever seen love actually but those scenes where they’re filming a sex scene but it’s really cute and awkward that’s how I imagine it 😂 but THEN haz starts the scene and he’s so rough and hot and 🤤bahsjdmskdkdk

I NEED THIS 😭

[finishing hoe for haz asks]

That is EXACTLY my inspiration!!! omg okay i need to write this meet cute now!

cw: pornstar!haz, pornstar!reader, breakup sex but not really, but smut (oral - f, fingering, edging, face slapping, unprotected sex), fluff

***

"Hi, I'm Harrison," the cute boy warmly greets you, offering his hand.

It's kind of strange to shake hands in this state of undress-- well, your state of undress; his blue jeans and white t-shirt can't compare to your soft pink bodysuit.

"Hey, Harrison. I'm Y/N," you return his handshake and his smile. He's cute and surprisingly courteous --didn't break eye contact from you once even to glance at your generous cleavage, and you think,

Huh. That's new.

"Alright, guys. Are we ready?" the director, a veteran porn star in her late 40's, gathers them up for the final briefing. A walk-through of what's about to happen. Make out here, finger there, fuck on this mark, change position on the second mark...

And before you know it, it's time to start the scene. With barely any time to make small talk.

You're on your mark, sitting on the side of the bed, while Harrison stands just out of frame.

"Camera rolling and... ACTION!"

"Well. That's all of it." Harrison stops in front of you, motioning at the box of his belongings in his hands.

"Great! Don't let the door hit you on the way out," you deadpan.

"Great."

"Cool."

But neither of you move. You just glare daggers at each other. And it’s not that difficult to feign that lingering attraction; Harrison is very pretty to look at. His baby blue eyes harden with the rest of his features, and you can see his defined jawlines flexing as he stares you down. Strong hands gripping the handles.

So it feels completely natural for you when you cave in and say,

“Obviously this is gonna be a huge change for both of us. So...” you cross your legs, fully aware he’s watching. “How about one more fuck for the road, hm?”

He laughs mockingly. “What, you miss me already?”

“Ugh, wouldn’t dream of it,” you scoff. “I’m just giving you something to remember me by. ‘Cause you know I’m the best damn thing you’ve ever had, baby.”

The intrigue finds its way into his frown. He puts down the box and bends over you until you had to scoot further up the bed. He leans in so close, his nose nearly touching yours.

“You fucking wish you were... baby.” he sneers on the last word, leaning in for a winning kiss as he gets the final word.

Except he doesn’t.

You shove him away with a condescending smile. “I said one last fuck, not one last kiss.”

He bites the inside of his cheek. “Alright. Suit yourself.” he shoves you into bed and pulls you in by your thighs, yanking your panties aside.

He licks you with all his might, sucking your nether lips and clit like he's thirsting for it. So he's good at what he does, you note. He's got you gushing into the bed in no time, catching your juices with his tongue and fucking it back into you.

"Fuck--" your hand flies into his hair, trying to grasp his sandy curls, but he catches your wrist and pins it down.

"Nah. If I don't get to kiss you, you don't get to do this either." he chuckles darkly.

That wasn't in the script, but you're too fucking hot and bothered to care. And he seems to catch on. Harrison slides a finger inside your sopping, gaping hole and sends you squirming underneath him. He pumps it in and out, in and out, and decides it's not enough.

Soon he's properly fingerfucking you, making a moaning, gushing mess out of you. And he lets you grind into his pretty face for a while. Indulge.

Up until the very last moment.

He feels you inching closer and closer to your first orgasm and he pulls away. Completely. Until the only place he's touching you is on each kneecap, just to keep you spread open.

"No, come on. What the fuck?!" your words hold no weight in a pathetic little whine.

"You were saying, baby? Hm?" he mocks you some more, frustrating and infuriating the shit out of you.

"Go fuck yourself," you snap at him with every bite left in you.

"Oh, I will," he replies defiantly as he unbuckles his belt.

"AND CUT!" the director calls out. "That was great, guys. Let's move onto the next shot."

And just like that, as the camera and lighting crew moves around, Harrison relaxes and approaches you courteously. Respectfully. "Hey, you good?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," you shrug off, still a bit dazed from the edging. And quite frankly, a tiny bit disappointed that you didn't get to see his dick because you're very intrigued now. "That was really good. Where the hell did you come from?"

"Surrey," he blushes. "You?"

You open your mouth to answer, but a PA steps in to hand you a bottle of lube. So you go on about your hometown as you lather a generous amount of lube between your legs.

"So yeah. I worked in Chicago for a bit, but now I'm here," you conclude your little story.

"Chicago? Nice. What's that like?"

"Cold," you answer immediately, making him laugh.

He doesn't set off your weirdo alert. On the contrary, he puts you completely at ease. You feel even more ready to take on the scene now that you have a decent person (so far) for a partner.

"Everyone ready?" the director calls out to the room.

"Just let me know if I'm being too rough on you," he quickly says before right before you hear ACTION!

Harrison unbuckles his belt, tears his t-shirt off and stands up to step out of his jeans, cock springing proud. All lengthy and pretty and veiny like his arms, and your newfound excitement is easily concealed as familiar lust between a long-term couple.

He crawls into bed, hovering over you and grabbing your face with one hand. "You want me to go fuck myself? Alright. Why don't I fuck myself into you, how about that?"

The tip of his cock nudges your entrance and you spread your legs wider to let him in. But you maintain the scenario and spits out, "Fuck you," right to his face.

His hips snap towards you and in that one swift motion, he sheathes all of himself inside you. You gasp at the sensation, eyes watering up at the delicious stretch he's giving you-- he's a lot longer and thicker than he looks.

He looks at you, trying to read any signs of discomfort or resistance, but you remember that this is still a performance. A job.

"Stop fucking staring at me." you slap him on the cheek and snapping him out of his daze.

"Yeah?" he starts thrusting into you hard and deep. "Well, stop being a fucking brat."

You slap him once again. And again and again and again. He picks up his pace every time your palm lands on his cheek and it feels like heaven. The throbbing between your legs is tantalizing, and the wet, filthy kisses he leaves down your neck and all over your chest is... simply incomparable.

"CUT! The lighting's not quite right, guys..." The director all but jumps out of her chair to give orders to her crew, adjusting the setup.

Meanwhile, Harrison slowly pulls out of you, his whole face and body language softening once more. "You good?"

"Uh-uh." you breathlessly nod as you sit up. "I wanted to say you fuck like a porn star, but uh... You already are."

He laughs openly --and God, what a lovely laugh he has. "I don't know about 'star...'"

"I'm serious!"

"I'm just starting out," he adamantly brushes it off, a (super adorable) bumbling, British mess sitting cross-legged in front of you.

"Well, regardless, you're doing great so far-- so far. Don't get cocky." you nudge him lightly with your knee. "How did you get into the business, by the way?"

"Well, I started out as an escort and... some clients suggested it --like, I started hearing it from a bunch of different people and so, you know, I gave it a shot."

You hum intently. There's no doubt Harrison would make it in porn; the guy is as handsome as a god. And from what she's seen and experienced so far, he's only gonna get more popular from here on out.

The lighting adjustment takes a while, but it doesn't matter. The two of you are perfectly comfortable chatting and getting to know each other, trading stories of your experience in the industry.

It takes you a whole 5 minutes to realize that neither of you were wearing anything-- that your pussy is still throbbing from his cock, and that very cock is coated with your own arousal. He simply moves the conversation along, making a stupid joke about lubes that send you keeling over in laughter, and you decide,

You like this guy. You're gonna get on like wildfire.

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