#Harrison Osterfield fanfic

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Can you please do a fic where Harrison protects/saves you? 😊

Habitually Offensive : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Desc: 3.5k wc, y/n and Harrison are dating, but her ex won’t leave her be, requiring Haz to step in and protect her. Hurt comfort

Warnings: kidnapping, domestic violence (please safely seek help if you’re dealing with this!), injuries, fighting, police, and hospitals

Harrison paced back and forth with worry. His poor bottom lip was numb from how aggressively he’d been biting at it. He’d not heard back from his girlfriend for a while now. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt something was off about it. He didn’t think her not answering her phone was unrelated to the sudden sound that he’d heard in the background of the call. He’d been on the phone with her as she returned from a night out with friends. They’d been talking for maybe an hour when there was a loud crash and she suddenly stated she needed to go but would call him back. Harrison didn’t have the chance to ask her what the noise was or to ask her to stay on the phone with him before she ended the call. He’d tried to immediately call her back, already having sensed something was off. It was late at night and she lived alone, with no pets… so she would have to have caused the noise in order for it to not be something of concern. However, he’d known her for long enough to know what type of reaction she usually had to knocking something over or having some sort of accident. Hence why his feet were nearly burning marks into the floor from all his pacing.

Harrison tried to call her one more time. Only, after ringing for a while, he got her voicemail box, again. He grit his teeth and stomped over to his front door and hurriedly tore his keychain down from his assigned wall hook.

Harrison was certain he was going to be pulled over and given a ticket on his way over due to the fact he’d never driven that much over the speed limit before. Luckily though that hadn’t happened; he’d made it to his girlfriend’s house in record time without attracting the attention of the police. However, when he got close enough to see the signs that confirmed his earlier suspicions, Harrison supposed that maybe it would’ve been a good idea to the police involved. His racing gaze shifted all around the scene in front of him as he took in the broken glass beside her windowed door, the way her door was partially open, and the muddy shoe print on the cement path leading to the entrance of her home.

Without hesitation, Harrison flung the door open the rest of the way and rushed inside. His head whipped around rapidly as he searched for her. “Y/n?!” He called out as he made his way further into her apartment. His heart had begun to speed up more and more with each passing second he couldn’t find her. However, upon reaching her backdoor and seeing the track of blood that was smeared on the tile, his heart stopped. Harrison had to grip the edge of the hallway table beside him to keep from collapsing. He blinked forcefully and rubbed his eyes to clear away the tears that had begun to form. He needed to focus. He took a deep breath as he felt all his muscles tense as he prepared for whatever was about to come.

Harrison pushed the backdoor outwards as he followed the smeared blood outside. It was evident where she was forced to stand as the blood smear dramatically lessened suddenly. However, he noticed y/n must’ve been limping as there were still small traces for awhile. Luckily the pouring rain tonight hadn’t washed out away yet. Unfortunately, the trail nevertheless ended unexpectedly; leaving Harrison uncertain where to go to find her. He tried to call her phone again in hopes that she had it on her and he’d hear it. Only, he heard it faintly from back towards the house. He sighed and ended the call, his wide eyes scanning her quaint backyard for any sign of where she’d been taken.

Harrison turned on the flashlight on his phone and rotated it around the dark yard. He noticed a black high heel shoe randomly beside her rubbish bin. He was certain she’d intentionally left it behind as its location didn’t make much sense in the sense that it was not located along any clear walking path. He rushed to it and again scanned the area. In doing so, he found her other shoe a few feet away. Then it was her bracelet. By now Harrison had reached the neighbor’s garage. Just as he was about to try to find a way to peak into the garage to see if he needed to break in to get his girl out, he noticed a sparkling item slightly sunken into the disturbed mud puddle by the garage’s door.

Harrison quietly moved closer, not wanting to risk anyone hearing him and knowing he had found them should she be being held here. Yet, when his eyes landed on the necklace he’d gifted y/n for her birthday years ago back when they were just friends, he knew she was here and he knew she’d left these clues in hopes it would help someone find her. She’d never taken that necklace off since the day she got it, she even slept in it. So it was obvious she’d used it as a last resort to draw attention to where she was taken.

Harrison’s breath became erratic as he turned to the door, ready to burst in and get her to safety. His eyes narrowed in preparation as he set his hand on the handle and pulled aggressively. The door budged but didn’t open. He could make out some rustling from the other side of the garage door. “Y/n? Love?” He called out as he began to back up so he could get some momentum to kick the door down. He could hear muffled noise and he frowned. “If you’re near the door, try to back up okay?” He warned. He took a deep breath and ran at the door.

It took an intense amount of force, but Harrison was able to push whatever obstruction was pressed against the other side of the door out of the way enough to wedge himself inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light inside the garage, but when they did, he felt his heart shatter. He shimmied past the wooden table that had been blockading the door and hurriedly sprinted to the other end of the garage where y/n was seated. He saw the tears instantly fall from her eyes and roll down her face, a few stopping as they reached the edge of the duct tape that had been placed over her lips.

Harrison gasped quietly as he cautiously knelt before her, not wanting to scare her with any sudden movements in the dark. “Shhh love, it’s me, it’s Haz,” he reassured, reaching up and gently pulling up the edge of the duct tape. “This might sting a bit, y/n,” he warned, looking at her hesitantly, hating the idea of hurting her even if it was for her sake. When she nodded quickly, he took a deep breath, signaling for her to copy. He then quickly pulled the tape away from her mouth. He gripped her hand as she whimpered lightly as it left her skin. “I’m so sorry honey,” he cooed.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” Harrison promised y/n as he turned his attention to her bound wrists. “Was it him?” He questioned knowingly. As she nodded, he squeezed her hand in support. “He’s not going to get away with this again. But, I need you to tell me, do you know where he is?”

Y/n shook her head and sniffled. She sighed as she watched Harrison try to gently undo the ropes that had been digging into her skin. “He used the…,” she paused and waved her hand around as she found herself unable to find the word for the large rolling garage door that y/ex/n pulled up and slid out under. “I’m,.. sorry,” she mumbled, her swollen bottom lip making her voice sound funny.

Harrison scoffed lightly and shook his head, his soft eyes lifting to meet her gaze. “Don’t be, this isn’t on you, okay?” He frowned when he could tell she wasn’t convinced. “It’s not,” he stated, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “Now, I… I saw… blood,” Harrison muttered fearfully. “I doubt all of that is from your poor lip,” he pointed out, lightly tracing her split lip with his thumb.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s my stomach,” she explained, reluctantly pulling her hands back from Harrison’s other hand in order to show him. Her hand shook with her lingering adrenaline and fear as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show her boyfriend the injury her ex had caused. “It’s not… too bad”.

Harrison huffed and shook his head. “You don’t need to minimize your pain sweetheart,” he whispered. He spelt brought his hand closer to the bloody gash in her abdomen. “M-May I?” He asked, clearing his throat. Only once y/n gave him her consent did Harrison let his fingers tenderly touch her irritated skin as a deep grimace formed on his face. “He cut you?” He asked as he analyzed the wind to see what type of weapon he’d used against her and how serious the injury was.

“He… he used the glass from when he broke in,” y/n answered timidly.

“We’ll get you patched up,” Harrison vowed, lowering y/n’s rain soaked shirt back down and helping her stand up.

“What?” Y/n questioned quietly as she noticed the look of confusion on Harrison’s face ass s he gazed down at her legs.

“You… your legs are fine?” Harrison asked, eyes looking up to meet hers. “It’s just, it looked like you might’ve been limping or dragging your foot,” he mumbled, head unconsciously tilting in the direction of the blood stains he’d been referencing.

Y/n pursed her lips and nodded lightly. “I thought… I thought it might help… someone ummm… you know..” she muttered.

Harrison nodded and tenderly pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms securely around her as he rubbed her back. “You did great y/n, truly,” he praised, stroking the back of her head lightly. “It did help, as did your shoes, and bracelet, and-“

“My necklace,” y/n murmured as she recalled having to rip it off her neck with one hand as y/ex/n had dragged her into her neighbor’s unoccupied garage. She’d hoped that even if the police didn’t come looking for her that Harrison eventually would and that he’d notice the necklace.

Harrison nodded but felt the deep sigh that left her as she partially deflated in his hold. “‘ey, honey”.

“I broke it, he… I only had one hand… I…” y/n cried.

“Y/n/n, it’s okay, I’m glad you did,” Harrison promised, leaning back to cup her face. “It helped me know you were here, I couldn’t be happier that you broke it,” he added. He pressed a loving kiss to her clammy and dirty forehead. “Let’s get you out of here”.

Harrison positioned y/n by his side, instructing her to keep her right hand pressed to her wound on her stomach while her left held onto him for support. He made his way to the door that he’d entered through slowly as to not make her pain worse. He shoved the wooden table further out of the way so they could fit through easier.

The couple had just stepped outside and into the flood lights of huge garage when Harrison spotted someone approaching. He quickly moved y/n behind him as he tensed. He could tell by the way the person was stalking over that they didn’t want to be loud and cause a scene but it was clear they weren’t pleased; it had to be y/ex/n. “Love, head home and call nine-nine-nine,” Harrison instructed, passing her his cellphone and guiding her to move behind the large rubbish bin beside the garage.

“No, Haz, he-,” y/n whimpered, her voice carrying her worry for her boyfriend.

“I’m fine, please,” Harrison pleaded, turning to send her a look before he moved to step closer to y/ex/n.

Y/n looked between the two men in debate. She didn’t want to leave Harrison. But she also knew she wasn’t going to be much help given the gash in her stomach. Yet at the same time, it was her previous relationship with y/ex/n that lead to this moment; Harrison didn’t need to get caught up in this. She couldn’t make out the words that Harrison and y/ex/n exchanged, her unsteady breathing muffling and sounds around her. She decided to do as Harrison asked and run to safety so she could call for help. The police would be better help than she would be, especially at this point.

Harrison lunged at y/ex/n as he moved towards y/n. “Stay the hell away from her,” he growled, tackling her ex to the ground as soon as he made contact with him. The downpour of rain refused to cease as the two wrested in the mud.

Y/ex/n groaned and kicked at Harrison’s grip as he wormed his way against the muddy ground in an attempt to escape. Not that he needed much effort since Harrison was already leaping up upon having seen y/ex/n had managed to grab y/n’s ankle and trip her on his way down.

Harrison shook with increased anger and fear as he noticed y/n had seemingly hit her head on the fence post as she fell. She was now rubbing her head and appeared dazed. He quickly pulled back y/ex/n’s fingers until he was forced to let go of y/n’s leg. However, Harrison’s shifted focus allowed y/ex/n the chance to get the upper hand. Y/ex/n swiped his leg across the ground, knocking Harrison’s legs out from under him. Harrison shifted his body so as to not fall on y/n on his way down. He quickly gazed over at her to check on her before he pushed himself up just as y/ex/n began trying to punch him.

Harrison had lost count of how many strikes he’d exchanged with y/ex/n before he saw the red and blue lights light up the night sky. He saw the fear in y/ex/n’s eyes when he realized the police had arrived. However, he also picked up on the fact that y/ex/n was now hoping to flee to avoid being arrested. So, Harrison used y/ex/n’s sudden lack of focus to knock him to the ground and promptly dropped himself onto the man, elbow pressed into his stomach forcefully.

As he pinned y/ex/n to the ground, Harrison turned to face y/n, who was now leaning against the fence, her eyes barely open but on nevertheless. He tried to catch his breath, eyes stuck on her as he waited for the police to fully make their way over. The ceaseless rain continued to pour on both of them, beginning to wash away the mud that had coated Harrison’s shirt. However he worried that the intensity of the rainfall was going to make y/n sick. He wanted to get her out of the rain and into the warmth, safety, and comfort of his home. But, he refused to let y/ex/n flee the way he’d done once before. Tonight’s events were the result of his last escape. Harrison wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Once the officers had located the group and assured Harrison that they had a hold of y/ex/n, he leapt up and rushed over to where y/n was being examined by an officer. “Are the medics coming?” He asked the officer who was evaluating y/n as she rested on the ground.

Y/n weakly reached for Harrison, her gaze blurry from the spinning inside her head. Her lips curled into a faint smile as her boyfriend immediately noticed her need and interlaced their hands. She could hear that me was talking, but she wasn’t sure what was being said. She was beyond exhausted and now that she and Harrison were both safe, she felt she could finally rest her eyes.

“I see them,” Harrison said in response to the officer’s comment about how the medical response team was on their way. His heart rate accelerated as he watched her heavy eyes close. “I’m taking her to them,” he stated, not waiting for the officer’s approval. He quickly scooped y/n up from the ground and held her to him as he rushed across both backyards and to the ambulance. “She’s been c-c.. stabbed, and her head- she uhh hit her head, I think she’s got a concussion, and possibly an infection now from the mud given her open wound, and-“ he began rattling off to the nearest medic.

“Alright, sir, sir,” the medic attempted to interrupt. “We understand mate,” he nodded in acknowledgment. “Set her ‘ere,” he advised, moving so Harrison could reach the stretcher.

“Can I… I can go with, right?” Harrison asked, gripping y/n’s hand tightly as he gazed down at her sleeping form.

The medic looked at the officer that had followed Harrison and y/n to the ambulance with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what had transpired tonight other than that it was a domestic incident. But he wasn’t sure who had been the victim or victims versus perpetrator(s).

“She,” the officer started as he nodded at the woman on the stretcher. “Gave her story to the dispatcher when she called, he’s,” he continued, now nodding towards the man loyally waiting by the woman’s side. “The current boyfriend and she said he was protecting her. We’ll take the other man to a different hospital, he can go with you and her, we’ll send a detective to meet them there,” the officer concluded, moving backwards so the medics could close the ambiance doors and leave.

Y/n groaned at the sharp pain in her head as she peeled her eyes open. The brightness in the room made her want to scream. She felt a tender squeeze against her palm and turned towards the direction of the sensation. Her lips curled up in a sleepy smile as she met her boyfriend’s face. “Hi Haz,” she greeted lovingly.

“Hi sweetheart,” Harrison whispered. “I tried to turn the light down as much as possible,” he explained with a sympathetic frown. “Doctors say you have a bad concussion”.

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment of this information. “And what about-“

“Your stomach is stitched up,” Harrison sighed. “But, they at least made them y/f/c,” he chuckled humorlessly. He squeezed her hand once again, “it’ll take some time to heal, but you’ll be alright”.

Y/n grinned softly and squeezed Harrison’s hand. “I appreciate that information, Harrison, I do,” she commented. “But, I was actually going to ask about-“.

“Oh, right,” Harrison muttered. “He’s been arrested, they have camera footage from your security system and your neighbor’s backyard camera, so while they will likely still want your report, they said it should be an easy conviction.” He huffed. “Said he broke his nose, some ribs, and,” Harrison paused and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.. it’s not like it’s enough. After all, apparently the doctors said he-“.

Y/n stiffly turned to face Harrison better. She squeezed his hand as his eyes widened with worry over her movements. “Harrison, honey,” she cooed. “I don’t give a damn about him,” she muttered. “I was trying to ask how you are. Have you been looked at?”

Harrison blushed. He shook his head in disbelief and leaned forward, slightly out of his seat as he moved to kiss her forehead very gently. “Yes,” he promised, sitting back down. “They forced me to be evaluated for the case. I didn’t leave your side though, I… I made them do it here, but I did have to sit over there,” he mumbled, pointing to the chair by the counterspace in her hospital room.

“Harrison,” y/n chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand to bring his attention back to her. “That’s okay baby,” she promised, “I’m just glad you came for me”.

“Of course I came for you,” Harrison whispered breathily.

Y/n smiled warmly and squeezed Harrison’s hand again. “What did the doctors say when they evaluated you?” She questioned.

“Nothing to worry about darling,” Harrison answered, brushing some hair from y/n’s face with his hand that wasn’t holding hers.

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” y/n argued knowingly.

Harrison chuckled and shook his head. “Few broken fingers and some bruises, nothing major, promise,” he hummed.

“Good,” y/n sighed in relief. She shifted until she was lying flat against the hospital bed one again. “I know you won’t accept it, but thank you again Harrison, truly,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy again.

Harrison watched as her blinks began to last longer, her fatigue taking its toll on her again. “I’ll always fight for you my love, you’re safe now, close your eyes and rest,” he encouraged, stroking her cheek with his free hand as he watched her eyelids get heavier. He sighed in peace as he watched her go back to sleep, pleased everything was going to be okay.

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Hands to Myself || Part 1

Plot: After being introduced to Harrison by your best friend, Tom Holland, the two of you form a practically inseparable bond that quickly goes from friendship to an unexpected one-night-stand. You both choose to keep it a secret, but you sure as hell won’t be keeping your hands off of each other anytime soon.

Pairing: Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Imagine this. You wake up in your best friend’s bed with no clothes on and 30 texts on your phone from your other friends asking where you went during the party, concerned that something might have happened to you.

Well, that’s how this story started. I was working as a sound and light technician on a film in London when I met Tom Holland. We became good friends. He then introduced me to Zendaya, who was more of a sister to me now. Much later on in the friendship he told me he wanted me to meet his best friend. That’s how I met Harrison.

It was an almost instant connection. We liked all the same things and had the same sense of humor. Within hours, I felt like I had known him for years. Our friendship only grew over the coming months. Texting late into the night and spending days together in our free time became the norm for us. It was nice to have someone I could be myself around, my whole self.

My friends and co-workers began to take notice of how much time I spent with him, questioning what was going on between us. I told them that although I found him extremely attractive, we were just friends, nothing more between us. It was completely platonic and that wasn’t a lie. But things quickly changed.

On the night of the movie premiere the cast, the crew, fellow celebrities and influencers, and their friends and family, met at the local club for a huge party to celebrate the premiere. We spent the night dancing and having the time of our lives. I don’t partake in alcohol, I don’t need it to have fun. Surprisingly, most of us weren’t drinking that much that night anyway. Some people were tipsy but not drunk.

During one point in the night, I had been dancing with Tom, Zendaya, and Harrison. Tom and Zendaya took a break to get a snack, leaving just me and Harrison together. We continued dancing together, sandwiched inside the huge crowd. I soon realized how close we had gotten to each other and got a shiver up my spine when I felt his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer. The back of my dress was cut super low in the back, so he was just touching my skin.

I didn’t exactly know what was happening between us in the moment but I didn’t put too much thought into it since I was hypnotized by his bright blue eyes and the way his body felt swaying against mine. The tension in the air between us was thick, so thick in fact that I wondered if the people around us could feel it too, but nobody really seemed to notice. At one point he leaned down and whispered in my ear asking if I wanted to leave early with him and with the way he was making me feel I sure as hell wasn’t say no.

We snuck out quickly before anyone could see and got a cab back to the hotel. As soon as we got into the elevator and those doors closed, his lips were on mine. It was addicting, he was like a drug I didn’t know I needed. It would sound crazy to most people that someone who claims their relationship is strictly platonic would be furiously locking lips with their supposed best friend in an elevator, on the way to hook up in a hotel room when they should be at a party, but at the time I don’t think either of us cared.

When the doors opened, we had to force ourselves to pull away. We walked down the hallway to his room, quickly unlocking the door with the key-card, and stumbling into the room as I pressed my lips to his again. The door slammed behind us and after that….well…..you can probably guess what happened next.

When we woke up the next morning I had tons of texts from concerned friends asking where I was and why I wasn’t answering. I simply lied and said I was so tired that I left the party early and promptly went to bed as soon as I got to the hotel. They didn’t have to know that it was Harrison’s bed and that we didn’t actually sleep. At that moment, Harrison and I agreed to keep the whole thing our own dirty little secret.

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It’s been a few months since then and not much has changed, other than the fact that it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. I spend most weekends at Harrison’s flat, sometimes even during the week.

This morning I woke up to remember that last night was one of those nights. I had met Harrison and a few friends for dinner and after our meal we couldn’t help ourselves. It was like some kind of magnetic pull towards each other. It wasn’t toxic, it wasn’t manipulative. In no way was it unhealthy, we were just kind of addicted to each other in the healthiest way possible.

I rolled over, hitching my leg up over his hip and resting my head on his bare chest.

“Morning baby girl” I heard him say in his raspy morning voice.

I smiled up at him “morning”

“You want some breakfast?”

I looked at him raising an eyebrow “do you even need to ask me that?”

He chuckled and sat up in bed, knowing damn well I’d be hungry. He pulled on his jeans and tossed me his tshirt to wear. I pulled on my panties and his shirt then followed him down to the kitchen.

It had become a routine that every time I spent the night he’d make pancakes in the morning. I sat on the counter and watched him prepare breakfast, my eyes glued to his toned back muscles on full display since he hadn’t put a shirt on.

Over the past few months I had been feeling different about him, and I knew he felt the same for me since we had talked about it several times. We really liked each other, but decided to keep the affair a secret until we decided whether or not to make it official. For now it was basically a friends-with-benefits, for lack of a better term. The only difference is that we actually had feelings that went way deeper than just lust.

We never showed it in public or around friends, but when we were alone there was that burning desire to be close to each other. I often had to fight the urge to touch him when it wasn’t just the two of us, and dammit was it hard to do. I was even struggling to do that while watching him make breakfast. The only thing holding me back was the fact that I was starving and I knew if I touched him now we’d end up back in the bedroom instead of eating.

Eventually we sat down at the table to eat and put the dishes in the dishwasher afterwards. No sooner did I start the wash cycle and Harrison had lifted me up onto the counter, his lips trailing kisses up and down both sides of my neck.

“Mmm” was the only thing that came out of my mouth in a pleasured hum.

“Do you have plans for today?” He asked me, still kissing my neck.

“Yeah, but none of them involve leaving this flat” I said giggling softly.

“Good”

He lifted me off the counter and gently pushed me against the wall kissing me hard. I wrapped my leg around his waist to pull him closer. He pressed his body against mine, holding onto my hips as our lips molded together.

Eventually he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me back into his bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering above me as he kissed me harder. He only pulled away to take off the shirt of his that I was wearing, as well as his jeans. I wasn’t wearing a bra so at the moment I only full display for him.

Before he could resume his position above me I was already pulling him down on top of me, craving his lips against mine, and the feeling of his bare skin. I could hear a soft moan emerge from his throat as I allowed my hands to roam his toned chest and abs, which only made me want him more and he knew it.

Before I could initiate anything I felt his hands trail down to my panties and pull them to the side. He started to rub my clit slowly. I started to breathe a bit heavier as he picked up the pace, eventually plunging two finger inside me. I was already dripping so his foreplay was pointless, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, well sorta, I was kinda impatient.

“Mmm, no more teasing” I said arching my back a bit.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out. He pulled off my panties then proceeded to take his boxers off. As I watched him line himself up to me I could practically feel him in me already. But that wasn’t anything like the real thing. Finally I felt him plunge into me and let out a small moan, my moans only getting louder as he picked up the pace.

I was so focused on the feeling of him that when I heard my phone go off, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He slowed down and I looked up at him. “It might be work” I said.

He pulled out of me and I reached over to answer. It was just a friend.

“Hello……no I’m busy today…..yeah, I’m out of town, visiting my sister….I will…..okay, bye.” I said, before hanging up and looking over at Harrison. “It was just Rachel, she wanted to go shopping”

I took a deep sigh of relief. Lying to my friends about where I was and what I was doing was still so hard. I desperately wanted to tell them that Harrison and I were in an unofficial relationship, mostly just sleeping with each other, but I couldn’t. But at the same time, it was our little secret and it was exciting to be carrying that around.

I eventually pulled away from my train of thought and looked back over at Harrison. He was lounging against the bed frame so I moved over to him and straddled his lap, smirking at him. “Where were we?”

He smirked and pulled me closer to him kissing me passionately “it’s kinda hot when you lie about where you are” he said with a soft breathy moan.

I giggled “I’m glad you think so, I’d rather be here anyway” I said as I started to grind on his lap. I couldn’t wait another second so I lined his tip up with my center and slid down on him quickly. Clearly he wasn’t expecting it.

“Fuck {y/n}!” He moaned out as I started riding him quickly, bouncing hard.

“Mmm, you like that?” I moaned as I continued going. I wasn’t always very dominate over him, but when I was it drove him crazy.

I continued riding him until he couldn’t take it anymore and took control again. He flipped us over and thrusted deep into me, causing me to moan loudly “oh fuck, fuck yes!”

He pinned my hands above my head and kept going. I gripped his hands tightly, arching my back as I could feel every single thrust, every inch of him inside me. When we weren’t together, I could still feel him inside me, that’s how good the sex was, and that kept me coming back to him every time, even if I knew it was risky to continue this little affair. After all, he was my best friend and who knew how this would affect our friendship in the end. But at the moment I didn’t care, I had him right where I wanted him and he had me.

At some point during our session he bottomed out so deep inside me that we both moaned so loud we thought we’d shatter the windows. He continued to hit the same spot repeatedly and I could feel myself squeezing him tightly.

“I’m close babygirl” he moaned loudly.

“Me too! Don’t stop!” I said grinding on him as he continued.

Eventually I hit my climax and he did a moment or two later. He rode out our highs then kissed my forehead before laying down beside me so we could catch our breath.

I rolled over to cuddle up into his side as I kissed him on the cheek. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 9:45 am. We still had the whole day ahead of us. I had absolutely no intentions of leaving Harrison’s flat, in fact, I might even be staying another night.

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To be continued….

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wrong choices with happy ends | h.o.

summary: there’s only a fine line between friendship and love... but you need to become friends first, and for Harrison and you seem this to be the hardest part of all | enemies to lovers + fwb

warnings: bad language, mentions of sex and making out, angst, mentions of alcohol, it’s a rollercoaster 

word count: 4,7k

prompt: “i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [name]!"

A/N: hi loves <3 long story short, this is a request that i got almost 1 year ago lol, i wrote the first half in like 6 months because i was never happy with it, then i didn’t write at all for a few months and now i finally finished this story in one evening. hope you enjoy <3

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If you had to describe your relationship with Harrison, you would say it’s complicated - really complicated. The two of you have been in the same friend group since high school, but you both never managed to become friends at all. You always had this bad gut feeling about the other, and that’s why you never seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 

Much to the confusion of your friends. Especially Tom. 

But the thing that irritated your friends the most was when Harrison and you started hooking up with each other. The first time was just out of frustration with the other, the second and third time because it was fun, and that’s why you continued doing it. 

However, that did not change your feelings for the other. It’s just a friends with benefits relationship, without being actual friends in the first place. 

But if it works for the both of you, why should you stop? 

“Are you up for another round?” Harrison mumbles into your neck and places a few kisses there. You can feel his smile against your skin.

You shake your head, a smirk growing on your lips. “I can’t,” you reply and grab your shirt to pull it over your head. “I have to do some stuff for college.” 

“Sad.” He lets himself fall back onto the pillow, his arms resting behind his head to give you a nice look at his biceps. 

“You could come with me.” 

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together, and his expression almost looks disgusted. “No, thanks. I’m just gonna stay here.” 

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to.” 

You try to not look offended by his carelessness. “You mean, you don’t want to be seen with me.” 

“That’s not true,” he rolls his eyes as if you’re getting on his nerves. “We’re not friends, y/n, so why should I come with you?“

“Right. We’re only sleeping with each other.” 

A sigh leaves his lips, and you can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t know what to do. “We can stop if you don’t want to anymore.” A small smirk crosses his face, “but that would be a shame.” 

You take a deep breath before standing up from the bed, and for a split second you hate yourself for saying your next words. “It’s fine, we don’t have to stop.” 

Turning around to him again, you’re met by his satisfied grin. “See you on Friday?”

“Yeah.”

-

You click your bottle against the others, a smile taking over your face as everyone around the table shouts cheers. Taking a sip from your cold beer, you lean back into the seat, and Tom next to you turns his head to send you a gentle smile. 

“Glad you came,” he mumbles and leans closer to you. 

You raise your brows in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve been a little busy at the moment,” he smirks and nods his head in Harrison’s direction. The blonde notices your stares and sends a wink your way, which makes you roll your eyes. 

“It’s not what you think,” you scoff at Tom. “I’m still a student that has to study for a lot of exams, you know.”

Tom raises his hands in surrender, a grin growing on his lips again. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“But you were thinking about it!” 

“I wasn’t!” 

You narrow your eyes, but can’t hold back a small smile. “I don’t trust you.” 

He laughs. “That’s a lie.” 

After you finish your third bottle, Tom places a tequila shot in front of you, and you groan. 

“Come on, y/n,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, “I know you want to.” 

You give the brunette a warning glance before you grab the small glass and let your head fall back to drown the liquid in one sip. Shots are your weakness, and you have to stay focused tonight.

“Another one?” Tom asks the second you place the empty glass down on the table again. 

“I hate you!” you laugh. 

Tom talks you into another two rounds before he finally loses his attention to his phone. You turn to him to watch him scrolling through his Instagram page, mindlessly scanning the pictures as you suddenly get a glimpse of the time. 

“Can I stay here for the night?” you ask and lean closer to Tom. 

He looks up from his phone and casually wraps an arm around your waist, smiling widely. “Only if you cuddle with me.” 

“Of course, that’s like the only reason I always stay with you,” you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. 

Your phone suddenly lights up with a notification, and you grab it off the table in front of you to look at the incoming message.

Harrison: can’t believe you’re still sleeping with him 

You knit your eyebrows together at his attitude, quickly typing a reply. 

You: wtf??

You: I’m not sleeping with him 

Harrison: but you’re sleeping in the same bed 

You: we’ve always done that? what's your problem? 

Harrison: I don’t have a problem 

You: doesn’t sound like it 

You look up from your phone, and Harrison does the same, your gaze meeting each other over the table. You narrow your eyes, staring him down, and Harrison’s blue eyes bore into your soul. Sometimes you don’t understand what everyone is seeing in him. But that’s before you remember that he only has this complicated relationship with you.

Tom thighens his grip on your waist to signal you to look at him, and you finally tear your gaze away from Harrison. Turning your head around to Tom, you’re met by his all too familiar worried eyes. Your mouth falls almost into a sad pout.

“Everything okay?”

You swallow the anger down and try not to look back at Harrison. “Course, Tommy,” you force a smile. “I’m fine.”

Your phone lights up with a new notification, gaining your attention again, and you know exactly what message is awaiting you, much to your disappointment - or maybe not. It’s always the same.

Harrison: bathroom in 5 

Without looking up from your phone, you notice him standing up on the other side of the table and walking away, probably to the bathroom, without saying anything or even looking your way. 

He’s almost too good at this game, and that disturbs you in a weird way.

When you open the door to the bathroom more than five minutes later, you immediately get pulled against a muscular chest. You look up and meet Harrison’s crystal blue eyes as he wraps his arms around your middle. His familiar scent envelops you and for a second you let yourself enjoy it.

“You’re getting on my nerves, y/n,” he mumbles, his lips so close to yours, almost touching, but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction yet. You want to stay focused and win this game, but you can’t hold back a smirk. 

You bite down on your lips and try to look as innocent as possible before he turns you both around and presses your back against the wall, his grip on your waist tightening. “And I love it,” you smile.

“Just don’t exaggerate it,” Harrison whispers in between kisses, “you know I don’t like that.” He pulls you closer, his hands wandering over your upper body, arms, neck, cheeks, until they finally dive into your hair, and you know that you’re not coming out of this bathroom so soon.

You tilt your head and meet his lips for another kiss, your fingers pulling his blonde curls gently, and Harrison sighs into your mouth. You hate him, but you can’t get enough of his kisses and his hands on you. It’s a fact that this here is a mistake, but sometimes you need to do something wrong in life to have some fun.

“Oh, I haven’t really started, Harrison. You don’t know what’s coming.”

Harrison pulls away, smirking. “That sounds like a challenge.”

-

You’re standing in front of Harrison’s apartment, chewing on some bubble gum and typing a quick reply to a message Tom sent you some minutes ago, while you wait for Harrison to open the door. When he doesn’t answer, you send him a quick text too and knock again. 

When the blonde finally opens the door after some minutes, he doesn’t look too happy to see you - maybe even a bit surprised. But let’s be honest here, he never looks happy when you’re around. 

You push your phone into your pocket and smile. “Hey! I forgot my jacket last time and wanted to ask if you wanna chill a bit when I’m already here? Maybe watch something?” 

Harrison frowns and slowly looks at something over his shoulder. “I’m busy right now. Sorry.” 

Your eyebrows knit together at his words. Harrison doesn’t say sorry. And he’s never too busy for a quick hook-up. So something’s up, and you’re too curious to let it slide. 

“What are you doing?” you ask and try to look behind him with no success. 

Harrison closes the door a little more. “Nothing,” he mumbles, his voice sounding colder towards you than normal. “Why are you even here?”

You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded. “Like I already said, I forgot my jacket. Haven’t you seen my messages?”

“No, I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”

“So?” 

You try to get past him through the door as you suddenly hear a muffled voice out of his apartment, and it’s a woman, with no doubt. For a second, the world stops spinning and all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ear.

“You have company?” you almost scoff and narrow your eyes slightly at the blonde.

His eyes are as cold as ice, and that hurts even more. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t care,” you shrug nonchalantly, even if you’re not.

“Good.”

You roll your eyes. “Good.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment too long, and you could almost cut the tension with a knife. You’ve had your bad moments every here and then, but it has never been as intense as this. 

You search for something in his cold eyes, but it’s as if you’ve never met this person in front of you.

“I should go then,” you say and turn around to walk down the hallway again. But not without shouting something at him with one last death glare. “Hope you have lots of fun with her!”

-

You haven’t talked to Harrison since… whatever thing that was, and for the first time ever it actually bothers you to not see his annoyingly handsome face. It’s already been three weeks and normally he would have texted you by now to ask you to come over, but nothing. Not even Tom has seen him in the last few days, and that’s weird for Harrison. 

You would be lying if you said that your heart doesn’t hurt when you think about him being with someone else. It’s not like you promised each other anything, but it still hurts your ego to get left like this. Maybe deep down you thought there was a bit more than just hate and sex - maybe a connection. 

No one has ever gotten under your skin like Harrison, and no one has ever made you feel so much anger and hatred. But also no one has made you feel so good about yourself and no one has seen you as strong as he does. Harrison sees you as a young independent woman and not someone you have to protect, like Tom always does. And that’s why you respected Harrison, under all the snappy insults. 

From the start you knew that someone would end here and after all the nights you spent together over the last months, you would have sworn that it wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be the one that falls and gets hurt. It’s a risky game and only one person can win it, no matter what it takes.

The next time you see Harrison is at Tom’s birthday party and even if you try to look normal and careless, he does not even once cross your way. You’ve accepted the fact that your little thing ended the moment you walked away and that he and you would never talk about it again, but it annoys the hell out of you that he can’t even look you in the eyes now. 

After a drink or five (Tom made sure you never had an empty glass) you don’t even remember Harrison’s name as you’re starring in the green eyes of a pretty brunette guy. Unlike Harrison he’s charming and kind, and he’s probably not embarrassed to go out with you. 

You’re even too deep in conversation with him to notice Harrison’s stares and burning eyes on your skin. The guy’s touching your waist to pull you a little bit closer, and you smile up at him, not hearing a single word that comes out of his mouth. 

You take a sip from your drink and finally meet Harrison’s gaze. His head turns slightly to the left and you know that he’s staring down the flirty guy in front of you, but you couldn’t care less. You look at Harrison from across the room and feel nothing but disappointment. 

Life works in mysterious ways, but you learned your lesson with the blonde. 

“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” you ask, still looking at Harrison before turning back to the brunette, “it’s too loud and sticky here.”

The guy nods without a second thought. “Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“Your place?” you say, even if you do not actually want to. But maybe a casual one night stand is exactly what you need to get over Harrison.

A lustful smirk appears on his lips, and it reminds you more than anything of Harrison. In that moment you realize you made a mistake. “Let’s go then.”

He wraps an arm around your waist as you’re leaving Tom’s house, and you cuddle yourself into his side to study yourself, trying hard to shake the weird feeling off you, but no matter what, you don’t feel comfortable with him anymore. 

You listen to him talk and continue your conversation, and he doesn’t seem to notice your sudden disinterest. His hand wanders down to your lower back, and normally you would have kissed him right then, but not today. Today it just doesn’t feel right.

And as if he could see your thoughts, you hear his voice. “Y/n!”

An relieved sigh almost leaves your lips as you turn around, but then you see Harrison standing down the street. His face looks soft and sad, and you want nothing more than to kiss his hurt away. 

“Y/n…”

“Haz?” you look at him with wide eyes, your heart racing in your chest.

He takes a step closer, and so do you.

“Don’t go with him.”

You swallow the lump down. “What?”

Harrison looks at the guy behind you, and you almost forgot that he’s still there. “Please don’t go, y/n.”

You turn around and give the obvious annoyed guy an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Maybe... we can hang out some other time?” you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear anything of it. 

“Or not,” Harrison mumbles as the guy turns around and goes back to the house. You bite back a smile. 

When you look at Harrison again, he’s suddenly standing in front of you, not too close, but you can still smell his cologne. “What’s going on, Harrison?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling all the drinks you had tonight.

“I don’t want you to go home with him.”

“Why?” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next. “Why do you suddenly care?”

Harrison clenches his jaw. “You shouldn't go home with someone you don’t know.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

“Y/n…” he steps closer, “I know you’re not like that.”

You frown and automatically look away to calm yourself down. “You mean, I can’t do what you’re doing? You can go around and fuck everyone, but as soon as I do it, it’s wrong? That’s fucked up, Harrison.”

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t turn this around, y/n.”

“So, what do you mean?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Are you scared that it’ll ruin my image?”

Harrison runs a hand through his hair and looks away for a moment, searching for the right words. “I’m just looking out for you.”

That catches you off guard. “You don’t have to. It’s enough when Tom does that.” You shake your head, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You know what? I always liked you because you didn’t try to protect me from everything. I thought you saw in me more than a little girl that can’t be left alone because something could happen to her.”

“And now you don’t like me anymore?” The corners of his mouth quirk up.

“No,” you spit out, “the little bit of respect I had for you died when you slept with someone else and didn’t talk to me again after that. You couldn’t look me in the eyes the whole evening, Harrison!”

“Why do you care so much about that?” 

You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. This has to be a joke. “Because it hurt me, Harrison.” You shake your head, not believing that he doesn’t get it. “I know we never set any rules, but that’s just a fucked up thing to do.”

Punching your fists against his chest, you immediately feel the tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t understand why you care so much about your reputation and your status and every fucking other thing, but not the people that care for you!”

“I don’t give a fuck about my status. I don't care about everyone else! I care about you, y/n!” he suddenly shouts and makes a wild gesture with his hands. “I care about you!”

You roll your eyes, tears running down your cheeks. “Then why the fuck did you sleep with someone else?”

Harrison takes a step away from you as if he suddenly can’t bear to be so close to you. His piercing blue eyes flickering around the empty street, looking everywhere but at you. 

“Because I can’t have you.”

For a few seconds, it feels like all the air got punched out of your lungs and there’s only one thought jumping around in your head at full speed. Because I can’t have you. Because. I. Can’t. Have. You.

Almost an eternity pass before you can react. You open and close your mouth a hundred times, only staring at the blonde with wide eyes. “I- what?” you whisper, your brain still not ready to form a sentence. You place your hand on your forehead, feeling an headache built. This cannot be real.

“I never-” Harrison starts, but can’t bring himself to continue. “Y/n, please. Please let me explain.” 

You raise your hand to stop him before it gets too much. The next words cost you all the strength you have left in yourself. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this right now.”

Now he’s the speechless one. “Okay, it’s fine,” he mumbles, but the sad expression never leaves his face. “We can talk tomorrow. If you want.”

“I- I think I need more than tomorrow.” 

You notice the way his left hand lifts a little, as if he’s thinking about touching you, getting closer again. But he never does. 

“Sure. Text me when you’re ready.” He pushes his hands into his jacket, his gaze lingering a moment longer on your face. “I’ll tell Tom to bring you home.”

“Thank you, Harrison.” 

-

You needed more than two days, in fact, you needed two whole weeks to be finally ready to talk to Harrison. You feel like you are swapped into another universe, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be talking about feelings with Harrison in this universe. 

You had much time to think about everything in the past weeks, and you realized that it hasn’t always been like this with Harrison. Sure, you haven’t been friends, but you didn’t hate each other either. You remember meeting Harrison some time after Tom and his other friends, and you were actually excited to meet him. 

Tom and you met each other in the school library and haven’t been separated since then. All of Tom’s friends were nice and kind enough to bring you into their friend group. Harrison however wasn’t as happy to see you sitting at lunch with his friends - and next to his best friend Tom. The whole atmosphere changed when you first locked eyes with the blonde.

But, after spending some time at lunch and in the library together, Harrison slowly accepted you, much to your surprise. You did get along for some time, even if you talked not more than two sentences in a week and sat as far away as possible from the other. 

There wasn’t a specific reason why you didn’t become friends, it just seemed like it wouldn’t work. You had too different opinions and interests, while also being the same person characterful. Harrison became the popular boy at school that every girl had a crush on, and you became the popular girl that didn’t want him. In a way, you both despised the other for doing the same thing - you despised Harrison for breaking girls’ hearts, and he despised you for wrapping his friends around your finger. 

You made it your mission to show Harrison as much as you could that he was just a player and you would never ever end with someone like him. While Harrison’s goal was to show you how big you were missing out. 

You overstepped the line more than once with your teasing, and you know what they say about that - the people who tease each other, love each other.

Knocking on Harrison’s apartment door, you can feel your fast beating heart in your throat. You run a hand through your hair, trying to stop you from running away. It’s now or never. 

Harrison opens the door a few seconds later, and as soon as his gaze lands on you, his eyes light up. 

“Hi Haz,” you whisper. 

“Hi.”

You rub your sweaty palms against your jeans. This is worse than a first date with someone you always had a crush on.

“I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Harrison opens the door wider to let you in.

You walk past him, quickly looking around. “You sure that no one else is here again?” you try to joke, turning around to meet Harrison with a smile.

“Send her home before you got here,” he replies, without letting the seriousness on his face wash away. 

You press your lips together. “Alright.”

The corners of his mouth turn up. “Joking. Sorry.”

Turning around again, you ignore him. “Where should we talk?”

“Wherever you want. Make yourself feel at home,” he mumbles from behind you.

You sit down on the sofa, tugging your legs together. Even after all the tense moments you shared, it has never been this awkward. The last time you’ve sat right here was when you made out while watching a movie. Your gaze wanders to Harrison, and you know he’s thinking the same. 

“I just-” you both say at the same time, making you smile. You make a hand gesture to mention for him to speak first.

“First of all, I never actually hated you, y/n,” he explains and stares right into your eyes. You raise your eyebrows, but he doesn’t give you time to say something. 

“I was amazed by you when we first met, I was gone for one week and when I came back to school, there was a total stranger sitting at our table and laughing with my friends as if you’ve known them for ages. It wasn’t like everyone could come into our group and be friends with us.” 

A smile takes over your face. That’s the first and only compliment he has ever given you.

He returns the smile for a moment. “And maybe I was a little jealous because-”

“-Because I stole your best friend.”

Harrison grins. “No, because he spent so much time with you and I wanted to do the same.”

“But you did not like me at some point, I saw it in your cold blue eyes,” you say, pointing at his face, and he lets out a loud laugh. 

He grabs your hand to hold it, and you let him. “That’s true. At one point in our… complicated relationship, I did in fact not like you.”

“And why?” 

For a moment he hesitates. “Because it felt like you could wrap everyone around your finger with just one smile. I saw you leaving parties or whatever with some of Tom’s friends or colleagues and I never said anything to anyone, but whenever I left with someone, I know that the others talked shit about it and I know you did say a few things too.” He sighs, looking apologizing. “That just didn’t sit right with me, so I made some comments to Tom about it and of course-”

“- he gave you a lecture,” you finish. 

“Yes. I know it was a dumb reason, but every time I saw you leaving with someone after that, I grew more and more pissed, and at one point it got too much.” 

You press your lips together. “I’m sorry for talking shit behind your back. I know it wasn’t right to judge you for something I did too.” You squeeze his hand, a grin forming on your lips, “even if you did it a looot more than me.”

“And you slept in Tom’s bed like every weekend.”

Your grin grows wider. “So you were jealous.”

“I already said that, y/n.”

“I know, I just wanted to hear it again,” you smirk.

He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “I’m sorry for all the shit I did in High school. You know, all that I’m trying to make you jealous stuff.” 

You frown. “It’s alright, you know I tried to do the same.”

“Even if you always said you would never fall for me,” he smirks, “and look at us now.” 

“You’re an idiot,” you nudge him with your knee, and Harrison pulls you a bit closer. “You never made a move.” 

Raising his brows, he runs a hand through his small locks. “I couldn’t. And I thought you didn’t want me to make a move.”

“Did Tom forbid it?”

“No. Never,” he blinks in surprise. “He wouldn’t do that.” 

A small smile crosses his lips. “He was actually our biggest supporter after we started hooking up. He was all like, Thank me at your wedding for bringing you together. And so on. You know him.”

That makes you smile. “That sounds like him.”

“So, y/n, do you like me?” he asks without hesitation.

A surprised laugh leaves your lips. “What question is that?” 

“Just answer it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “No, I don’t like you,” you answer with all seriousness. 

He leans over to you and smiles, his eyes wandering over your face until they stop at your eyes again. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you scoff, but can’t hold back a small smile either. 

His shy smile turns into a lopsided smirk as he leans even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your body relaxes under his touch.

You turn your gaze away, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have any feelings for you, Harrison,” you mumble. 

“I don’t believe that.” 

You meet his burning eyes again. Leaning forward a bit, you tilt your head up to meet his lips for a small kiss. “See? No feelings. Nothing,” you smile proudly and try to turn away again. 

But Harrison still doesn’t buy your bluff and continues to look at you with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile, and it’s almost too hard to stay away. 

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to find his blue ones, and you can’t resist the urge to feel his lips on yours again. You both lean forward and your lips touch in the middle as if it’s the righteous thing in the world. You’ve been wrong a lot of times in your life, but this - this kiss right now - has never felt more right.

“You like me,” he grins widely against your mouth.

You kiss him again. “And you like me.”

[poguesholland]

Unfazed Interruption | Tom Holland

You and Tom have always had feelings for each other but never acted on them. The two of you share a moment and almost have your first kiss together when Harrison walks in, but that doesn’t stop Tom from getting the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: like two curse words, fluff.

A/N: This is probably one of my favourite blurbs I have ever written.

“Wait, there’s popcorn in your hair” Tom laughs making you giggle. He leans over to reach his hand and remove it, the distance between your faces almost nonexistent as you could feel his breath fanning your face. To balance himself, he places his free hand on your upper thigh, making goosebumps spread across your body. You look up and when Tom removed it he says “Done” looking down so his eyes meet yours.

His hand in your hair rests on your neck, his thumb on your cheek. “Th-thanks” you stutter out as a low whisper, as Tom’s face is practically less than 5 centimeters away from yours.

He clears his throat and mumbles, “Yeah, yeah- of course”. You keep the intense eye contact as the sexual tension builds and builds up. You tilt your head even more to be closer to his as his thumb slowly caresses your cheek.

Tom licks his lips as his eyes leave yours to ponder your lips then making eye contact again. You felt your heart skip a beat when he did that, not being able to help yourself and doing the same. Tom smirks when he sees you stare at his lips, moving his face a bit closer so your noses bump against each other.

“Tommy” you breathe out against his face, almost a silent plead to ask him to please stop teasing. “I know” Tom mumbles, his hand on your thigh grips it tightly. The hand on your cheek tilting your head to the side. You almost do a double take when Tom leans in.

You feel his lips brush against yours and as he was about to connect them, the door bursts open. You let out a shriek and turn immediately to look at the door. Harrison stands there about to rant before he looks up and sees that he interrupted something.

“Guys, for dinner would you like chicken or- Oh, my bad, I just really need to know before I leave you guys to finish whatever this is if you want chicken parmesan or-”. He seemed so unfazed for someone who just walked in on his two best friends making out but everyone knew it was bound to happen. It didn’t take a genius to see the way you and Tom felt about each other.

Tom notices you’re beginning to pull away and engaging in the conversation. He huffs before moving the hand on your cheek to grab your chin and forcefully turn you to face him, smashing his lips against yours, not giving you the chance to take in what was happening.

You’re taken aback as your body freezes before you melt into the kiss, your hands on both sides of his neck as he moves his lips so smoothly against yours.

“Uh- guys- um, I’m still here...” Harrison stutters before Tom moves his hand that was on your thigh to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion while your lips continued their assault on each other.

Your hands move up to Tom’s cheeks to slowly pull him away from eagerly devouring your lips in the kiss to catch your breath, resting your head on his forehead. You pant as Tom impatiently moves his head down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses from your jaw to your lower neck, making you let out a small moan.

“Guys!” Harrison yells and you let out between your sighs of enjoyment, Tom not giving you a second to relax and collect yourself, “We’re- mm, we’re a bit busy- Oh, right now H-Haz”. You gasp as Tom lightly sinks his teeth into your neck, hand moving to tug on his hair making him groan into your neck.

“Gross” Harrison let’s out before leaving. Once he does, you interrupt Tom’s assault on your neck, which was challenging as it felt too good and he wouldn’t pull away. You connect your lips once again but this time it’s slow and more passionate than the last, you tug on his hair once more making him moan into your lips, the vibrations making you reciprocate a moan as well.

Once you both pull away, you keep your lips brushing over each other. You open your eyes to find Tom already looking at yours. “That was so embarrassing Tom, Harrison was right there” you whine but not really complaining since you enjoyed it. “I don’t care I wasn’t about to pussy out of kissing you like all the other times, and it definitely wasn’t going to be because of that div”.

You blush and look down, before Tom lowers his head to meet your eyes once again. “I don’t know why you’re so shy love, I should be allowed to kiss my girl whenever I feel like it”. “Your girl” you mumble shyly, your cheeks bright red as your play with his hair that was tangled between your fingers.

“Yeah, ‘s the truth isn’t it? Think I can call you that now, right?” he reassures you. You gaze into his eyes, “Finally, yes, please, call me anything- whatever you want, just kiss me to make up for all the times we were too scared to, Tommy- please” you needily beg him. Tom caresses your cheek to calm you down, “Forget about the past darling, we took our time but here we are now right? All that matters to me is that I’m right here with you, that’s all I could ever ask for”.

You nod and Tom looks at you adoringly, before leaning in to slowly capture your lips in a soft yet deep kiss. You release the kiss and let out a breath, resting your chest on his and hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He runs his hand through your hair as you both enjoy this moment. After months of longing looks and hidden feelings, you finally were together, and that really was all Tom wanted.

[greenorangevioletgrass]

picture perfect (h.o.)

Masterlist | Buy me a ko-fi?

summary: Bored and lonely while filming out town, Harrison starts sexting with a mysterious girl he met on social media. As their relationship grows, will they grow along as they go?

word count: 11.2k (!)

warnings: shameless flirting, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, dumb pop culture references, cameo from our gang, smut!, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, light d/s dynamics, oral, spit play, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, all the good stuff

notes: FINALLY! it's been a long time coming, and big ups to @tommysparker for being so patient and providing bomb-ass second opinions. i hope you enjoy it! happy reading!

***

Snap, snap, snap.

The clicks of the camera are drowning in Purple Rain droning on the vinyl. In her black bustier top and blue lace thong, she strikes suggestive poses in her bed, the lavender beddings and warm string lights a soft background to an otherwise striking focus. She arches her back and angles her torso just right, sitting on her knees with her thighs spread. Bit by bit, she pushes the straps off of her shoulders and fondles her breasts, yanking down her bra until they spill out. Selfie button in hand, putting on a show for no one.

It’s Y/N’s new favorite pastime, taking smoking hot pictures of herself to put up on her naughty little blog. Completely anonymous, of course, with her face always conveniently cropped out. It started out as a self love project, an appreciation for her curvy form. But as time went on, her posts began to gain more traction, and honestly, who is she to deny free compliments and ego boost from complete strangers?

The likes and the comments start filing in, from the harmless ones like 'goddess! beautiful!' to the more aggressive ones describing what they want to do to her in graphic detail. One comment in particular catches her eye.

blue--moon commented: pardon my french, but WOW 😳

It's definitely someone new. She gets a like, comment, and a follow in that exact order. Naturally, she pulls up the profile to see what this person's about.

He/him. 24. Just looking.

His display picture is a pair of hands. Strong, veiny, beautiful hands with a metal ring on his middle finger holding the phone up for a selfie. And with a cropped selfie of lean, muscular, eight-pack abs (and yes, she counted), captioned ‘im hungry and dehydrated af in this pic but the things we do for validation amirite’, Y/N couldn’t resist shooting him a DM.

She's bored and lonely and a little shameless flirting with some random self-aware hottie sounds like fun.

Little does she know, the boy on the other end is just as bored and lonely and jerking off to some pretty girl’s tasteful nudes sounds like a nice way to end the evening. Purplish red lips caught between her teeth, tits bursting out of bra, wet patch visible on her practically sheer panties… how could he resist?

Harrison was just about to sneak his hand down his sweatpants when a DM notification pops up on top of his screen.

violetformyfurs: that’s a pretty proper comment for such an improper pic

He nearly drops his phone onto his face. He’d grown very familiar with that username in the last 5 minutes-- or rather what that username presented as her online persona. Witty, alluring, a little mischievous. It’s easy to let his imaginations run wild, but when she’s actually there to talk to, Harrison’s not quite sure what to do.

blue--moon: was that too prudish? i didn’t wanna be rude 🙈

Y/N smiles at his reply, his earnestness somewhat refreshing although she can't help wonder how genuine he is. There's plenty of fake nice guys online, after all. So she settles against her headboard and braces herself to test the waters.

violetformyfurs: I think it's cute. I like a good boy every now and then :)

Harrison's heart skips a beat. He's never really been called that before --never even thought about whether he likes it. But there's something about this girl that captures his curiosity...

blue--moon: oh? what makes you think im a good boy?

violetformyfurs: Idk just a guess lol

violetformyfurs: Could be wrong tho. You could be a bad boy, for all I know...

Harrison is freaking the fuck out. He's pretty new to this side of social media and he's never sexted with anyone on here. A part of him wants to go the suave route and be super charming, but he's not sure he can pull it off. What if he makes a complete fool of himself? In his panic, he goes for the more evasive response. Maybe a little emoji to make him sound less aloof.

blue--moon: and what if I am? ��

violetformyfurs: Then you would be a different kind of fun, that’s all.

No hesitation, no pause. She replies within mere seconds of his message being sent. With that, his cock stirs awake faster than his brain can muster a vivid image of this girl claiming him as her dirty plaything. Toying with his release as she teases his cock in her mouth, between her tits, in her pussy…

blue--moon: shittt

blue--moon: i mean, pardon my french but

blue--moon: that does sound like fun

The devilish smirk on Y/N’s face grows wider. She loves sending boys into a flustered, incoherent mess. She can’t quite picture a face, but she can definitely imagine the quickening of his heartbeat, the red flush on his chest, the rising heat under his skin… it makes her quite hot and bothered.

violetformyfurs: What are you up to now?

It’s the oldest line in the art of sexting, and she is almost disappointed in herself for pulling such a fuckboyish move.

(Almost. She's still trying to read this guy, and she's not about to bring out the big guns for nothing.)

blue--moon: do you want the savoury or unsavoury answer?

violetformyfurs: Try me.

blue--moon: im looking at your pics

blue--moon: which are

blue--moon: wow, as I said so eloquently in french 😜

violetformyfurs: Lol thank you

violetformyfurs: I take it that's the savoury answer?

blue--moon: yep

violetformyfurs: So what’s the unsavoury answer?

Harrison pauses. He thinks long and hard, before he ultimately decides to not overthink it. He's no Casanova and the pretense will only bite him in the ass, so his best bet is to just... say what’s on his mind.

blue--moon: my unsavoury answer is that im looking at your pics

blue--moon: hand down my pants

blue--moon: thinkin abt all the ways i’d let you ruin me

And that’s when the pin drops. It feels like an out-of-body experience for him. It seems like the sensation on his cock goes straight to his fingers and he didn’t realize what he wrote until he’d already sent it. For a hot second, he thinks he’s royally fucked it up. She would tell him to go fuck himself or straight up block him.

Harrison puts his phone screen on lock, resting it on his forehead like a dumbass that he is.

And then his screen lights up again.

To be quite frank, she’s every bit as surprised and curious as he is. Most guys either maintain their bravado by saying shit that makes them sound manly and cool, or be too thirsty for her own liking. Either way, it turns her off.

But every once in a blue moon, someone would say it just right that it would pique her genuine interest. She’s not sure if it’s his words, his pictures, or just her, but she finds herself typing back three words to him. And those three words are more than enough to fuel him on.

violetformyfurs: tell me more.

blue--moon: i keep picturing you as a huge tease

blue--moon: playing with my cock and sitting on it and cumming on it

blue--moon: but you won't let me cum

violetformyfurs: bold of you to assume I'd touch your cock at all before you earn it ;)

Harrison swallows. Somehow the idea excites him more than any fantasy he'd had of her before. He loves a girl who gives him a hard time, and right now, he's having a hard time alright.

He reaches for his hard-on and starts absently stroking it, eager for her next message.

blue--moon: oh? tell me more

violetformyfurs: Well first, I gotta leave my marks all over your pretty neck

violetformyfurs: Little lipstick stains and love bites

violetformyfurs: Trail down your chest to your hip bone

violetformyfurs: And then come right back up and ride your face so you can show me how you earn it :)

He picks up his pace, letting his pre-cum slick his motion. But he pictures her in her bed, anticipating his response, and he doesn’t wanna let her down and finish so early. He wanted to show her he's worth her time.

blue--moon: fuck yes

blue--moon: i wanna taste you through your panties

blue--moon: pull it aside and eat you out real sloppy

blue--moon: let you ride my fingers too

violetformyfurs: Mm fuck yeah, you have nice hands too

blue--moon: they’re all yours

Y/N couldn't resist going back to his profile picture. All veiny forearms and slender fingers. And that ring… She slides two fingers inside her and pretends it's his, working her open, stroking for her pleasure. She likes to think he gets off on it, too.

violetformyfurs: Fuck yeah. Want you to make me cum all over you

violetformyfurs: And maybe if you're good, I'll put my mouth on your cock.

violetformyfurs: Lick the precum off of the tip of your cock, and then taking you deep down my throat

violetformyfurs: And I can go pretty deep too ;)

Harrison curses out loud. Oh, if she could only see him, pumping his hand around his dick faster, wishing it was her sweet mouth bringing him closer to the edge. And who knows, maybe she's out there, touching herself with the thought of him, too…

(She totally is. Panties hooked on an ankle and hips bucking up from her bed, she indulges herself with the idea of choking on this pretty boy’s cock.)

blue--moon: fuckin hell

blue--moon: please please please suck my cock

blue--moon: wanna cum in your mouth while im smothered in your wet pussy

violetformyfurs: Greedy 😏

blue--moon: can you blame me

violetformyfurs: Haha fair

blue--moon: god i bet you taste good

blue--moon: bet you feel so fucking good too

violetformyfurs: Mm, maybe I oughta ride your big hard cock too

violetformyfurs: Bounce on it hard and fast

violetformyfurs: Or maybe I should just.. sit there and play with my clit and clench around you?

blue--moon: ffffuuuuck

violetformyfurs: Which one will it be, baby?

blue--moon: whichever way you'll have me goddd

blue--moon: just wanna cum inside you

violetformyfurs: Beg for it.

She slows down her motions and her breaths, fingertips barely ghosting over her wet and swollen nub. Gosh, she's so fucking close; she just need a little more nudge.

blue--moon: please

blue--moon: wanna feel your little pussy squeeze the cum outta my cock

blue--moon: grippin me so tight

violetformyfurs: You close?

blue--moon: very

violetformyfurs: You wanna fill my pussy with your cum, watch it run down my thighs?

blue--moon: fuuuck yes please

violetformyfurs: Go on, then. Cum for me, baby

blue--moon: fckkkk

Harrison could barely send that last message before he falls apart all over his stomach, pent-up release painted on strong muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy. Chest rising and falling in exertion.

And she pictures the most beautiful sight under her, coming undone as she lets go, clenching around nothing although it feels like one of her best orgasms in a while.

blue--moon: holy shit

blue--moon: made a whole mess outta me

violetformyfurs: Can I see?

blue--moon: you sure?

violetformyfurs: Yeah.

Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. She's not usually one for boys' nudes (a lot of them don't know how to take good pictures), but orgasm has been had and either way, she has nothing to lose.

To her surprise, though, he doesn't send her a crude dick pic with horrible lighting. Instead, she gets a picture of his cock, thick and veiny like his arms, resting on toned abs bathed in soft golden light, splattered in his own cum, and she finds her pussy throbbing at the sight.

violetformyfurs: Wow 😳

violetformyfurs: I mean, pardon my French

blue--moon: lol thank you 🙈

violetformyfurs: That was fun haha

blue--moon: it really was… deffo wasn't expecting my evening to go this way lol

violetformyfurs: What, having a wank sesh with some random girl online?

blue--moon: or thinking abt a wank sesh while looking at this girl's pics and then suddenly she dms you out of the blue

violetformyfurs: 😂😂 call me psychic

blue--moon: imma call you magic

violetformyfurs: Haha, call me Violet.

Harrison taps his screen, typing up his response and deleting it again. He ponders whether he should give her his real name-- part of him really wants to. But then again, thirsty social media is a fickle thing and he would hate to get into trouble for lurking about in this lewd little corner. So instead, he decides up with something equally witty.

blue--moon: nice to meet you violet. im blue 😉

***

Morning shoots are the worst, and the only saving grace for Harrison is the coffee in his right hand. He occasionally joins the conversation with his co-stars Thaddea and Jojo on either side, but mostly he just scrolls through his Instagram mindlessly.

Well.

Until a notification pops up on the top of his screen.

violetformyfurs posted a new picture: Rise and shine 🌻💙

He immediately puts his phone down on his lap, trying to discreetly open it, even though his friends are not even two feet away from him.

And there she is. Her arm holding up the breasts he so wants to mark and devour. Her skin adorned with the morning dew of the shower, glowing from the sun streaming in from the window on her right.

He notices the blue heart emoji on the caption, and he can't help thinking this is her subtle way of calling out to him, hoping to get his attention.

(And of course, Harrison's only a man. His attention was caught very easily this way.)

Y/N’s phone buzzes in her jacket pocket as she walks to her morning class. And when she sees his username on her notification bubble, she picks it up immediately, thinking, hook, line, and sinker, despite the genuine butterflies in her stomach.

blue--moon: good morning indeed 👀

violetformyfurs: Never pegged you for an early riser.

blue--moon: im really not, but you're a sight for sore sleepy eyes

violetformyfurs: I would say the same about you, but...

blue--moon: im sorry darling, im already dressed for work 🙁

violetformyfurs: And what are you wearing?

She wants to kick herself for being so forward, but at the same time, she can’t help it. She can see him getting flustered wherever he is, knowing where this conversation is going. And God, she loves it.

blue--moon: a full victorian era suit

violetformyfurs: Ooh, tres sexy

He's not sure what gave it away; the quiet laugh or the goofy grin on his face, but his friends both turn to him at the same time. Curious and mischievous at the same time.

"What is it?" Darci pries, craning her neck to look at Harrison's phone.

He quickly closes the app and locks it. "It's nothing."

"I think the question should be who is it." Thaddea shoots him a knowing look, and he knows there's no escaping this girl's sharp eyes.

So he just answers dubiously, “Some girl.” he playfully shoves Darci’s arm away so he can get back to his message.

blue--moon: haha sure 🙄

violetformyfurs: Well, the more layers to peel off, the more fun, right?

blue--moon: idk your little bday suit looks pretty fun too

violetformyfurs: How so, my lord?

Harrison loves how sharp-witted she is. He pictures her, curious, head tilted to the side, calling him ‘my lord’ with a smirk. Eyeing him up and down, undressing him with her eyes. He somehow feels more naked in his suit and big blue coat than she is in absolutely nothing.

blue--moon: so i can kiss you and taste you and fuck you whenever and wherever

It’s short and simple and straightforward, and it sends Y/N clenching her thighs in anticipation. She likes the idea of this boy pulling her in and pleasuring her all hours of the day --bent over the desk, against the sink, laid out on the couch, in the shower…

“We’re ready on set for you guys,” a PA comes over to inform them, and Harrison fights the urge to groan like a child as he follows his friends out.

blue--moon: ah shit, duty calls

blue--moon: talk to you in a bit?

violetformyfurs: Try not to think of me in my birthday suit too much, Blue ;)

blue--moon: impossible 😜

He means it. It’s cold and muddy where he is, and all he could think of is this girl wearing his blue coat costume, nothing else underneath. God, what he wouldn’t give to dive under the material and get on his knees before her…

And unbeknownst to him, it is just as impossible for her to not daydream any further about this boy. She’s not sure whether his line about a Victorian suit is true or not. If it isn’t, that means he has a sense of humor. Y/N appreciates that-- maybe more than the nudes and the sexting.

If it is, well… she likes the idea of his muscular chest clad in one of those puffy white shirts, a la Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid.

He finally texts back late in the afternoon during her presentation for her Emotional and Conflict Resolution class, and she couldn’t rush through her conclusion fast enough. For a miraculous second, her priority for a perfect score takes a backseat to the possibility of a text from some random dude she met online last night.

Christ, what a simp.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Y/L/N, for a very insightful presentation. Next week, we will be delving into children’s literature…” she tunes out the voice of Professor Getty as she packs up her laptop and gets the hell out of the lecture hall.

She pulls out her phone out of her pocket and bites back a smile at the notification on top of her screen. At least her fumbling earlier wasn’t all for naught.

blue--moon posted a new picture: hope you’re having a wonderful day 💜

But it’s not the well wish that makes her heart skip a beat. Or the little purple heart to signify that the message is intended for ‘Violet.’ It’s the picture attached to it; the frilly low-collared white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows…

A signet ring on his finger, gold glistening against his onyx phone case and marble skin.

violetformyfurs: I was gonna say something about your choice of wardrobe

violetformyfurs: But I’m just a tiny bit distracted by your hand.

blue--moon: like what you see? 😏

violetformyfurs: It’s alright...

blue--moon: i seem to recall you wanting to ride my fingers last night 👀

violetformyfurs: I did.

violetformyfurs: I do

violetformyfurs: That signet ring hits different, just saying

blue--moon: really?

violetformyfurs: Yep. Wonder how much better it looks, drenched in my juices

blue--moon: funny bc i was deffo thinking abt fingering you with it all day

violetformyfurs: It would be my pleasure, my lord.

blue--moon: and mine, milady.

“Harrison Jarrison Osterfield!” Jojo all but screeches into his right ear from the backseat of the car.

Harrison, of course, not realizing he'd been snooping, drops his phone in surprise and squawks, “For fuck’s sake, man!”

“You randy little fucker!” Jojo cackles almost maniacally, pulling McKell into it. “Bro, he’s getting steamy with a girl over text!”

“For real? Wahey!” McKell exclaims as he slaps Harrison playfully on the arm. “Let’s see her, then. Is she hot?”

“Oh, my God. Fucking hell, shut up!” Harrison groans, covering his beet red face in his hands. “I can’t fucking believe this…”

“Who knew, eh?”

“Our golden boy turns out to be a nasty little fella after all!”

The golden boy in question picks up his phone off of the car floor mat, and groans once more when he sees what he’d sent her accidentally. And her response that follows.

blue--moon: sldkf[;

violetformyfurs: ...What’s that supposed to mean?

blue--moon: shit! sorry

blue--moon: dropped my phone. my asshole friends being nosy.

violetformyfurs: 😂

violetformyfurs: I’m about to get on the tube anyway. talk to you when i get home?

blue--moon: sure. wouldn’t want some rando read our naughty texts over your shoulder, right? lol

violetformyfurs: Please. We both know You’re the naughty one between us, darling ;)

The blood rushes right down his cock as the memories of her come flooding in. Hell yes, he's willing to be the naughty one for her. So he endures all the teasing and takes all the piss his friends are giving throughout the car ride to their complex. He ignores the shit-eating grins they throw each other when he turns down their offer to hang out and play FIFA at McKell’s.

“I love you guys,” Harrison starts as he walks up to his door, “But you’re massive dicks. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He enters his building with his two friends egging him on and humping a flagpole, mimicking the bass line of some sexy club music. For a moment carried away with the amusement and excitement of falling for someone new. For a second forgetting the fact that they’re just personas, tiny glimpses of themselves through the filter of social media.

There’s no new messages from her, and Harrison eventually decides to put down his phone to go shower. He notes the tent he’s pitching underneath his trousers, but decides not to do anything about it. Why jerk off to her, when he can jerk off with her at the same time? He knows his imagination is nothing compared to her and her unbelievable way with words.

And as time proves it, her message awaits him when he gets out of the shower, a gleaming little ray of light among bleak system updates and ad alerts. Bold and witty and somehow quite… romantic.

violetformyfurs: Honey, I’m home!

blue--moon: hey! feel like talking on the phone?

Harrison might as well just shoots himself in the foot. This is way too intimate at this stage. They just met last night, for God's sake, and not even in person! What was he thinking? If she hadn't ghosted him then, she sure will now--

violetformyfurs is inviting you to a voice call.

He freaks out all the same, although for a completely different reason now. He won’t have time to edit what he’s gonna say before he says it. What if he says the wrong thing? What if he sounds weird? What if she sounds weird? Oh God--

"Hi,” he greets her, friendly and even, trying his best to hide his nerves.

"Hey, stranger." There's a smile in her voice. Quiet, but warm nonetheless, and Harrison relaxes a bit.

"Hi," he replies, kicking himself over how stupid he sounds for saying hello twice, sitting himself down on the couch. Just go with the flow, he reminds himself. "Whatcha up to?"

"Eh, just lazing around in the bath, getting wine tipsy..." she sighs, water gently flowing in the background. "Treating myself."

His eyebrows rise, intrigued. "What's the occasion?"

"Psychology presentation well done, which-- you, sir, nearly cost me my grade."

"What did I do?!"

"You sent me that fucking text in the middle of my talk! Distracted me. Made me trip over my words,” she grumbles.

“Aw, I’m sorry…” he grins, not at all sorry that he makes her just as flustered as he is. “What was the presentation about?”

“The Horror of Grief in The Haunting of Hill House.”

“You did a study on Hill House?” Harrison feels the butterflies and fireflies in his stomach. There’s something very attractive about a hot girl who’s also a nerd. “Oh, I love that show!”

“It’s amazing, right?” she gushes back.

“I’m pretty sure I binged it all in one go,” he laughs, quiet and warm. “So what’s your, uh… hypothesis? Is that what it’s called? I don’t know, I’m not really an academic person.”

Y/N finds herself giggling-- thanking God she’s not the only one nervous. “Horror shows aren’t only a safe space to experience horror or thrill anymore. Hill House explores the reasons behind these horrors, the grief and the trauma, which makes it very… reflective for us as the audience.”

“So, no matter how scary the ghosts or the monsters are, it’s still a very human experience,” Harrison concludes thoughtfully.

“Exactly.”

There’s a brief lull between them, but they don’t mind it much. For a moment, it feels like a mundane conversation they’ve had a million times before-- going about their day, their favorite show, the little things they nerd about… I could get used to this, Y/N briefly muses.

“I’m actually doing something that has to do with horror and grief, too,” he pipes up, and Y/N secretly wishes she could curl up into his chest as they chat.

“Really?”

“It’s a… series, too…” he toys with the tassel of a throw pillow, “Hence the Victorian suit.”

“Are you an actor, then?”

He sighs. Being an actor is always awkward, people would ask if they’ve seen him in anything or ask whether he’s famous-- because he’s really not, he’s just starting out. It’s even more awkward when the whole relationship relies on anonymity.

“Kind of. All I do is wear these stupid costumes and fuck around with my friends, really.”

She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t call that costume stupid…”

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah. The shirt? The ring?” Y/N throws her head back and moans for dramatic effect.

And with that, Harrison is gone and Little Harrison stirs in attention. “Don’t-- don’t do that.”

“What did I do?!” she parrots what he said earlier.

“Make those… obscene sounds.”

She scoffs playfully. “I’m sorry, is doing a period drama turning you into a prude?”

“Fuck you,” he laughs, fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks even though she can’t see it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Check and fucking mate. She’s so much smarter than him and it turns him on more than he ever knows. “Well, yeah,” he bashfully admits.

She hums, light and airy, bringing the conversation to another lull. But the silence feels heavy this time. The silence of two people who are wildly attracted to each other, hearing each other’s voice for the first time.

Wanting oh so much to be together that they don’t know where to begin.

“What are you up to?” he asks again. But his voice is deeper, lower this time, and she knows exactly where he’s going.

“Told you, I’m treating myself. Bath, wine…” she purrs, playing it cool, “Orgasms.”

He swallows. “Are you touching yourself?”

She slides her hand between her legs, indulging in the shock of her fingertip meeting her clit. She’d been denying herself on any touch, and now she can let out a breathy sigh of relief. “What do you think?”

“Fuck--” he palms himself through his sweatpants, relishing in the sound of her voice. “Are you... thinking of me touching you?”

Y/N’s finger drags lower, running back and forth along her nether lips. “Mm-hm. Thinking of your nice, long fingers teasing me and stretching me open…”

“Do it then.” the words fall out of his mouth all too easily. “Tease yourself ‘til you’re nice and slippery, and slide a finger in for me.”

He hears labored breaths on the other end, and he honestly thought she’s gonna cave. And what a stupid assumption he made.

“Just one?”

Two words. That’s all it takes to get his cock straining underneath his boxers.

"One," he starts out, "...and then another."

Two fingers. She is truly an impatient thing, and so buries them inside at once and curls them in a way that makes her squirm. Y/N's breath hitches as her fingers thrust in, smaller than the one she wanted, but gives her the pleasant ache nevertheless. She lets out a low moan as she caresses that spot inside her.

"That's it, baby. Just like that…"

She doesn’t usually like pet names, but the way he calls her in his sweet, boyish voice drives her mad. She wouldn’t mind having it whispered in her ear as he holds her against his chest and fingers her.

"I don't think my hand can compare to yours, but--" Her moans echo in the bathroom tiles, and it sounds more angelic than any choir Harrison has ever heard in any grand cathedral.

“You sound so good, fuck…” Harrison shifts as he frees his stubborn cock. The irony of allowing himself some release by tightening his fist around his length is completely lost on him.

The corner of Y/N’s mouth pulls up into a half-smile as she hears a low, strained moan on the other end. “Are you touching yourself?”

“...Yeah?” the answer is painfully obvious, and yet Harrison blushes anyway.

She chuckles, low and lazy, and lets it die down into a sigh. “Wish you were here. I could use you to stretch me open and fuck me hard.”

Harrison groans at the sound of her sweet whine. “Fuck yes use me,” he rambles on, drunk from desire.

“Want you to pound into me while I kiss and bite your neck, you wanna know why?”

“Hm?”

Y/N shuts her eyes to regain some composure. She doesn’t wanna waver in the face of her subject after all. “So you’d remember how good you are to me.”

“Fuck, 'm so close...” he breathes, clenching his fist like he imagines her pussy would. His strokes grow more erratic, as if moving in syncopation with her moans and her movement.

It takes her everything to hold out and say, "Come with me, baby,” before the familiar warm tingle rushes through her veins and desperate moans crash through the line.

For a moment, there’s only light rustles of fabric and quiet sloshes of water on the line. Little noises that bring these strangers closer with every heartbeat, every breath taken in harmony. Somehow, somewhere in different corners of the world, two strangers find themselves tied a little closer together. Intimately close and safely distant at the same time.

Y/N eventually caves in breaking the silence. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I could say the same about you," he retorts. "God, I feel like I need to take another… cold shower."

"Maybe you should," she giggles. "We'll catch up later."

"Right." He tries to hide the sliver of disappointment, but reminds himself that this may not be their last conversation. "Talk to you... soon?"

She bids him farewell and it's like the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The soft ding of his notification sounds so crass compared to her. The content, however, brings a smile to his face.

A new post from his mystery girl, covered in bubbles, wine glass wrapped around her fingers. The picture is cut just above her smirking mouth.

violetformyfurs: Happy Friday from your favorite fancy bitch 🥂💦💙

***

Over the next six weeks, Y/N finds a fast companion in this mysterious guy called ‘Blue.’ The witty banters and flirty messages become a regular interaction. It’s an awfully convenient arrangement-- she is attracted to him enough to get off, but she doesn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of sleeping with someone new or face the possibility that he might be a bad lay in real life.

“I mean, I like to think I’m alright…” he said defensively about two weeks into their ‘acquaintance.’ “I’ve had zero complaints so far.”

“Show me the receipts then!” she challenged him jokingly.

He didn’t show her his Yelp page, of course. He did, however, control her Lush vibrator from his phone and teased the hell out of her until she lost count of her edges. It wasn’t until she threatened him through her teeth, “Let me fucking come or else,” that he finally relented and let her come three times over.

“Still think I’m bad in bed?”

She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice and she wants to wipe it off of him so badly. “Jury’s still out.”

“Wh-- How is that even-- that is ridiculous! Come on!” He all but squawked incredulously.

“I’m sorry! I still can’t objectively determine the proficiency of your mouth, fingers, and/or dick based on how you operate my Lush. That’s just not how this research should be conducted.” Y/N very consciously uses her ‘serious’ voice, although a light laughter trails behind.

“Alright, you nerd,” he chuckled. “I’ll let you pass, but only because it’s so fucking hot when you talk nerdy like that.”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mm yeah, talk nerdy to me,” he moans in humor, although there’s a truth to it, too.

(In the end, they stayed on the line and made each other come one more time before calling it a night.)

What’s better-- or worse- is that Y/N enjoys his company, too. His blazing thirst traps and quippy jokes all at once. It pops up at random points of her days-- over breakfast, in the middle of class, on her tube ride home.

Like that time he sent her a very tasteful black-and-white dick pic-- one of the very few he sent her. His uncut cock stands erect, his fingers wrapped around the base of his thick girth. The veins on his wrist and the ones along his curving length make her salivate…

And before she could respond accordingly, he sent another version of that image, this time framed that infamous Nickelback meme, captioned ‘been wanting to expand on more artsy formats wdyt’

violetformyfurs: Thank you for canceling my thirst with the unsexiest reference ever.

blue--moon: how dare you, nickelback is sexy af

violetformyfurs: ...Seriously?

blue--moon: they just get a bad rep, ok?? their music is actually pretty good

blue--moon: heard it's a good aphrodisiac too 😏

violetformyfurs: Lmao says who?

blue--moon: says me??

violetformyfurs: Alright, Nickelstan 👀

blue--moon: ugh so judgy 🙄 imma prove you wrong

(He made her a sex playlist that night. She stubbornly skipped the damn song when she touched herself to it. Out of principle.)

Some nights they didn't even have anything to do with sex. Some nights he would talk her ear off about his day while she prepares herself dinner. Other nights, Y/N would be buzzed from double espresso, ranting about her assignment or the undergrads’ papers she’s grading while he tidied up his flat. And when neither of them could sleep, they would just lie around in their own beds and talk about nothing.

“Oh God, We're young and beautiful; we should be out celebrating life!" he groans as he stretches, head hanging upside down from the edge of the bed. “Instead we’re talking about how homemade Nando’s will never taste the same as real Nando’s.”

“I think you’re just a bad cook,” she pokes fun at him.

“Why don’t you be the judge of that?”

“Ha, right.” the laugh comes out easy until she notices the meaningful silence on the other end. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Maybe... we can, I don’t know, hang out once I’m back in London.”

And then there’s that. Little abstract plans with indefinite dates. Subtle reminders that that’s all they are-- strangers. They might know all the minute details about each other’s body and mind... And none of who they actually are.

Not even their face.

It’s an unspoken agreement between them: he’s an actor, she’s on track to be a university lecturer. Both of them would be in big trouble if this naughty little secret gets out. So they settle on picking up little tidbits about each other. Just to give the illusion that they know each other. That they’re less lonely than they actually are.

Until they don’t have to be.

“Wow. Huh...” she thinks hard to collect her thoughts. Granted, he’s never done anything to cause her distrust, but she still needs to be cautious… right? “Sure. I mean, we’ll see. You probably won’t be back in a while, right?”

“I’ll be done in about a week, give or take,” he replies nonchalantly --or so he tries to be.

One week of their acquaintance felt like forever. They went from strangers to sharing childhood trauma in less time. But one week until they meet each other face-to-face… it’s too brash, too soon. She’s not ready. Her stomach twists and the palm of her hand sweats and --

“We don’t have to meet, of course,” he quickly adds. “I was just throwing it out there.”

But her heart drops. The possibility of not meeting now hurts more now that they’ve been presented the opportunity to do so, and she realizes just how much she wants to.

Y/N scratches her head, frustrated with herself. “I would love to, I just-- I don’t know what to feel about it yet. Can we put a rain check on this?”

“Absolutely. Take your time. Ball’s in your park.”

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking idiot!

Harrison internally kicked himself as he felt Violet withdrawing from him in that conversation. She’s completely fair not to trust him; he has access to her nudes and for all she knows, he could be a weirdo. He would retract his statement altogether if he could, if only it weren’t too late.

She assured him she’s fine, but he purposely avoided any talks of meeting up since then. Consciously stopped himself from saying shit like ‘someday’ on things they would do together. He didn’t even tell her when he got back to London. He’s simply grateful that things are slowly going back to normal between them.

Conversation is easy that snowy morning. Fresh off his run, Harrison finds amusement in her grumpy, sleep-deprived texts as he waits in line at his local coffee shop.

violetformyfurs: Is it not enough to snow on the last day of the term?

violetformyfurs: Do I really have to wait in a long line for coffee, too?? God????

blue--moon: just got off my morning run. hello you ;)

violetformyfurs: How do people live like this

blue--moon: out of sheer willpower?

violetformyfurs: Oh go fuck yourself.

blue--moon: 😂 in your defense, some of us don’t have to burn through a million papers til 3am last night

violetformyfurs: Wow, I told you to go fuck yourself and you jumped to MY defense?

violetformyfurs: Guess chivalry isn’t dead after all

blue--moon: call me your knight in shining Nikes lol

“May I take your order, please?” a bored-looking guy behind the counter snaps him out of his reverie.

“Sorry! Uh, can I have a medium hot Americano, please?” he smiles apologetically to him.

“Sure. Name?”

“Harrison,” he answers and pays quickly, sauntering over to the pickup counter to avoid any further embarrassment.

He stands there gingerly, next to the girl who queued in front of him earlier. Pretty cute, all bundled up in a knitted scarf and glasses perched on her nose. Their eyes meet for a moment, and she briefly smiles at him-- well, as much a stranger would out of courtesy. Harrison barely smiles back when she looks back down on her phone, which he takes as a sign to return his attention to his.

violetformyfurs: Haha. You’re hilarious. I’m dying.

blue--moon: you’re mean, thats what you are 🙄

violetformyfurs: I will stop being mean once I get

violetformyfurs: My

violetformyfurs: Coffee!!! 😤

“Hot Americano, medium?” the barista announces.

Both Harrison and the girl reach for the paper cup at the same time. The latter stops just before their fingertips brush against each other and takes a double glance at his hand-- or where the labels are on the cup.

There’s a split second pause before she asks the barista, “Double shot espresso for Y/N?”

Harrison’s eyes go wide. He knows that voice. He’s familiar with its rambles and laughs and whines and moans. He looks at the girl, then at her phone, then at his, barely aware of the exchange happening before him. He hears her speak and he hears her name, and his mind just clicks.

“Ah yes, sorry. Here you go.” the man behind the counter huffs, handing to her and turning to get another cup. “Oh! Another hot Americano. Medium, single shot for… Harrison?”

“I believe that’s yours,” she pipes up, her eyes following him curiously.

“Right. Um. Thanks,” Harrison absently says to the barista. He doesn’t walk away, either. Instead, he turns to the girl, “I’m really sorry, are you--”

“I think you’re--”

“Wait.” she holds a finger up, takes a swig of her coffee like she’s bracing herself, presses a few buttons on her phone, and looks at him expectantly.

Harrison’s phone lights up in his hand and he shows her the screen: violetformyfurs is inviting you for a voice call.

“Fuck,” they both say in perfect unison.

The barista stares at them confused and unamused. He quickly moves onto the next customer, and they swiftly move away from the counter. Both of them feel like they’re floating just above the floor.

“Is this really happening? This isn’t just my sleepy-ass mind playing tricks, right?” she thinks out loud, eyes wide and blinking slowly in disbelief.

Harrison shakes his head, still dazed from it all.

“Wow-- it’s-- I--” her phone lights up in her hand and she barely glances at it before putting it on lock. “Shit, I have to go. My class.”

“Wait! Can I see you again?” he asks immediately, worrying he’s gonna lose his chance. Although now that he’s said it out loud, he’s also worried that she might get scared off. “Maybe after your classes or when you’re not--”

“Meet you back here at 3?” she cuts in, her voice quiet.

Harrison loses all words and just nods.

“Okay. It’s good to finally meet you… Harrison.” her eyes crinkle as she says his real name for the very first time, as if figuring out the taste in her mouth.

He repeats her name over and over as she walks away, heading out into the cold. Loudly in his head, soundlessly on the tip of his tongue. Matches the name to the rest of her that he pieced out, bit by little bit in the past six weeks. What little he noticed of her in their surprise encounter earlier.

It suits her.

***

Y/N keeps opening and closing the message thread between herself and her mystery guy. And when she’s not, the thought doesn’t leave her the whole day. All she wants to do is to say, “Can you believe that we ran into each other totally by accident?” to the very person she ran into.

Harrison.

Whom she recognized by his hand when he reached for her coffee. She knows the line on the back of his hand like the back of her hand. And when she looks at the owner of that hand, it clicks.

Her last class of the day couldn’t go fast enough. She’s only there to monitor the final exams, so she spends most of her 2 hours sitting there, waiting, thinking. The stack of her previous class' exams are ungraded and untouched. And before she leaves campus, she barely makes a beeline to the bathroom to apply some mascara and lipstick.

She arrives at the coffee shop early, hoping she'd get a few minutes to prepare herself for this meeting. Maybe she can even dip if she gets cold feet.

How stupid of her to think she'd get any more time than she'd already had the whole day.

Harrison conveniently sits on a corner table by the window, typing away on his laptop with his AirPods on. He looks so cozy in his knit turtleneck, glasses perched atop his nose. He spots her right away-- sitting facing the door, there's no way he would have missed her.

(He wouldn't have missed her with his back to her, he thinks. Not this time.)

Y/N awkwardly motions at the counter, and they exchange an awkward non-verbal exchange of 'I'll be there in a bit, I'm just gonna order some hot tea to calm the fuck down.' She tries to very discreetly fix her hair, which probably looks a mess from the wind and the tube ride.

"Hey!" Harrison beams, AirPods and laptop cleared and tucked away from the table.

Neither of them are sure where they're going. She goes in with one hand and he's already leaning forward, and they end up in a funny half hug/half handshake situation. As much as it embarrassed the hell out of them, it also gives them reason to laugh at themselves.

"This is… so strange.” Y/N grimaces as she takes her seat opposite him.

"I know, I've never really done this before." he chuckles, warmth rising on his cheeks as he settles back into his seat.

She’s trying to find something to say, but she gets caught off-guard by his eyes. She was much too distracted by the shock and the overall physical presence of him. But his clear-framed Wayfarers frame his handsome face, emphasizing his dazzling eyes.

Blue. Like his namesake.

“You have very pretty eyes,” he breaks the silence with a quiet observation.

She bites the inside of her cheek, chucks it right back at him. “I could say the same about you.”

“That was a cheap line, wasn’t it?” the pink tinge returns to his cheek, although it doesn’t feel like it ever went away. He laughs and she laughs along, but he means it. Her dark eyes are warm and comforting on this grey, icy day.

“Ah, well, I’ll give it a pass,” Y/N coolly looks out the window. Then she flashes a cheeky smile at him, “This time.”

And with her bright personality, it lights a fire deep within his stomach. God, he likes this girl.

“So how’s your last day of class?” he smoothly switches back to casual small talk. “Did Sleepy Joe come through?”

“Right, yeah!” she beams this time. “He came into class just in the nick of time, and I’m... pretty sure he answered most of the questions?”

“Wahey, well done!”

“I haven't graded it, but it looks okay! Like, it’s coherent so far."

"So far." he reminds her. "Who knows, man, maybe he fell asleep halfway through a sentence and started... doodling Shrek or something."

"You're a man with peculiar taste, you know that? Shrek and Nickelback and all that…” she muses, purposely leaving the part where she thinks it’s cute as fuck.

“Come on, you like ‘em, too,” he goads her through his coffee cup. “We both know you’re not always into--”

“Into what?” Her eyebrows shoot up challengingly.

“The deep, important stuff that reflects… you know, the society in the past or present. Or future.”

“You sound like Sleepy Joe trying to bullshit his way through my class.”

The little inside jokes seem to flow easily then, as if they’ve had this conversation numerous times. And in retrospect, they have. Spread over many afternoons, over copious cups of tea. Just always with hundreds of miles between each other. Never separated by a mere foot length of a coffee shop table. Elbows nearly bumping.

Hands well within reach as they catch up like old friends.

Or old lovers. They haven’t decided on that yet. If their knees touch under the table, or their hands accidentally brush as they grab their cups, they say nothing.

And before they know it, they talk and talk until the barista quietly (but pointedly) comes up to them to say the cafe’s closing up. Y/N eyes glints at the sheer amusement of this innocent bystander, and Harrison struggles to keep his laughter in.

“He’s not really a big fan, is he?” Harrison snickers as the guy returns to the back of the counter.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s ecstatic. He just witnessed a meet-cute that held up a long line in the morning and now these assholes are back, holding him up at the end of his shift.” she rolls her eyes playfully. “I’m sure he thinks we’re adorable.”

Truth be told, they are.

And truth be told, Harrison is not quite ready to go back to being by his singular self just yet. So as they walk out of the coffee shop and reach the curb, he musters up the courage to ask,

“So what’s the rest of your night look like?”

“Probably just make myself some dinner, have a drink…” Y/N gingerly scratches the back of her ear. “Join me?”

And there it goes. A simple, two-word question, and a look on her face-- so subtle yet so beyond words- that tells him maybe she enjoys his company, too.

"Lead the way," he offers his arm.

She takes his arm and huddles up closer as she shivers from the cold gust of wind. The layers of clothing a stark contrast to their usual state of undress in their pictures, the surprisingly wholesome conversation at the cafe, the quiet walk back to her flat… they’re not exactly what she expected.

But maybe it’s just what she needed.

"So I gotta ask," she starts, and he knows where this is going. "And I don’t mean this in a nosy, possessive kind of way, but-- why didn't you tell me you were back in town?”

Harrison contemplates an excuse. He could tell her he’d just arrived, or he’d come back early on a whim, or he was planning to visit his mother first anyway. But he doesn’t. “Well… I didn’t wanna make it weird between us. Didn’t wanna make you feel like-- I don’t know. Like I’m pressuring you to meet me, you know?”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she notes, and then coolly adds, “But honestly, I'm fine. If I feel like you’re pressuring me into anything, I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Of course.” he quietly smiles to himself, although he doubts it would ever come to that. He’d happily wrap himself around her little finger. So bold, so beautiful, so sure of herself.

Y/N catches his smile and finds herself doing the same, too. He looks at her like he’s perpetually in awe of her, and it makes her so fucking weak.

“And for what it’s worth… I’m glad we decided to meet up.” she puts a reassuring hand on his arm.

“I don’t think we had a choice the first time, technically.”

“Man, get out of here with your technicalities!” she jokingly shoves him away with her over-the-top John Mulaney impression, sending him laughing and stumbling on the slippery ground.

She leads him up to the second floor of her building, welcoming him into her humble one-bedroom flat. She half wishes she’d tidied up before she left this morning--she has empty mugs serving as paperweight for assignments she’s grading and her knit blanket balled up on one end of the couch because she couldn’t be bothered to fold it before heading to bed last night.

Not that it matters.

To him, the mess is as much a part of charm as the rest. He likes how her shelves have books stacked and lined up in no particular order that he recognizes, documents sticking out like white tongues and all. He likes how she uses a succulent as a bookend. He likes the Polaroid pictures and bills and reminders on the fridge, held up by colorful enamel magnets. It’s an extension of her that no amount of pictures or conversations can capture.

“So,” she pipes up as he studies the framed pictures and diplomas on the wall, making him slightly jump. “You gonna help me cook or what?”

***

Harrison makes himself useful by picking the music (No Nickelback, Y/N warns, and they settle on a more mutually liked Childish Gambino) and playing sous chef. And he’s a pretty good sous chef, too; sets up the ‘stations’ all neat and organized, chops up the vegetables without so much a chunk out of place, even though he’s rather careful about the amount of seasoning he puts in. He navigates the narrow space of Y/N’s kitchen well enough, hand instinctively landing on her lower back every time he slides past her and vice versa. Chattering away like it doesn't make their hearts skip a beat at that little touch. When the conversation dies down, they let the music fill the companionable silence.

Come dinner-time, they casually play footsie over flirty banters. He compliments her on her scrumptious cooking ("I'm simply using the spices your people colonized my people for," she side-eyes him in good nature.) He takes it as a challenge for when he cooks for her next time. And they go about it as if they're certain that there will be a next time.

And by the time they finish the bottle of wine, they're fully cuddling on the sofa, mildly tipsy and incredibly cozy. Shoes off and sock-clad feet up on the couch, Y/N folds her legs and leans them over Harrison's lap as she curls up on his chest, cheek smushed against his soft grey turtleneck. They're watching The Hobbit although the volume is low and they spend most of the time talking about something else.

"Isn't it funny how we basically put several dates together all in the span of one evening?" he chuckles. "We had coffee, dinner, drinks, Netflix…"

"Man, I don't even know where we're at anymore. I mean, you saw my tits before you even talked to me."

He hums lightly. "And what nice tits they are, too --pardon my French.”

She brushes him off, “Oh, please. Talk French to me any damn day, Harrison.”

He laughs, but says nothing else. When she looks up at him, she catches him deep in thought.

“What is it?”

“It’s just… funny to hear you say my real name.”

“Would you prefer me to call you ‘baby’ like we used to on the phone?”

Her words are playful, but the air swells around them in an instant. Suddenly the weeks and weeks worth of tension is very palpable. They instantly become very aware of how close their bodies are pressed together. His clear blue eyes darken, darting between her eyes, black as night and ridden with mischief. “Do I have to choose?”

She doesn’t miss his quick glance at her wine-kissed lips, and she quirks up a winning smirk. “Harrison, baby… You can have whatever you want.”

And just like that, they close the gap between their lips, neither knowing or caring who goes in first. Not a day goes by without them secretly picturing what kissing the other would feel like, and now that they’re there, as close as they can be, it’s like a sigh of relief. Talking to Harrison has always felt like a thrill, but in that moment, their words cease, fingers weaving into his brown curls, breaths syncing in, and Y/N feels… calm.

Well.

As calm as they can be, all enshrouded in warmth until the growing heat overwhelms them.

He wants more, more, more of her. The red wine is ten times sweeter on her tongue, and the faint smell of her clothes and her shampoo and her perfume just intoxicates him. And when she giggles at how he chases her kiss… God.

He murmurs something Y/N doesn’t quite hear.

“Hm?” she pulls away.

Harrison is quick to bury his pretty face in her neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses to the back of her ear. Then, “However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.”

“Fuck…” she breathes out, pushing him back. Before he even computes, she pulls him up to his feet and leads him to her bedroom door.

Somehow the six-feet distance between her door and her bed feels like miles, and they’re tangled in the endless layers and layers of clothing to peel off. Harrison trips on his sweater and lands just at the edge of the bed. Y/N laughs at him until her own sweater gets stuck and he has to unceremoniously help her out of it. It's not perfect, but somehow it just makes it so.

The giggles turn into sighs as he undoes her shirt button one by one and replaces it with a trail of kisses down her chest. And the sighs turn into moans as his tongue and teeth get involved, marking and soothing her soft mounds. Leaving a wet patch on the sleek surface of the fabric, and a slick sheen on her smooth skin.

He gazes up at her in permission when his hand ventures up her back, right where the hooks are. She bucks up into him to let him do the honors. He undoes her bra in one swift movement of one hand, but then fumbles for a word at the sight of her bare-chested, spread-eagle like some obscene statue and he’s right there kneeling before her at the altar.

“Jesus fuck me,” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth, and he remembers the telling off he would get back in boarding school.

But far be it for Y/N to reprimand him for that. It’s ridiculous and nonsensical and completely honest. So she bites her lower lip in a discreet smile and remarks, “You like?”

“I love,” he sighs as he puts a pebbled bud in his mouth, one after the other, ingraining the feel of it on his tongue, on the pad of his thumb. The sound of her moans as he sucks and nips at it.

Y/N is completely shameless about reaching underneath her panties as she clenches for who knows how many times. The cotton is completely soaked through, but before she can indulge herself, his hand stops hers.

“No, let me,” Harrison all but whines, like a little boy threatened to get his toy taken away. His fingers hook onto the waistband possessively.

She lifts her hips, but slides slightly off of the bed anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind; his face is only closer to that spot between her legs after all. His hand trails a path from her ankle, along her calf, behind the back of her knee, up her inner thigh… over her glistening pussy.

He can’t believe she’s real.

He licks up her nether lips, slowly sinking into the folds. His tongue ebbs and flows on her clit and fuck if it doesn’t make her shiver. First gently, as if gauging her reaction, then sloppily. As if he can’t help himself. He’s ravenous and she’s allowed him to feast on her.

She is selfish in the indulgence of her pleasure. The moans that come out of her mouth shamelessly fill the room, probably seeping through the walls. Her nail-polished fingers tangled in his brown curls, keeping his head right where she wants her. She chases his mouth with her hips, curves arching and aching to be devoured. He takes and takes and takes, and she wants more, more, more.

"Harrison…" Y/N tugs at his hair a bit. "Your fingers."

And Harrison has heard this request a million times. Only this marks the first time he can actually give her what she wants.

He pulls away to see his middle finger trace the outline of her cunt, watching her clench around nothing at the slightest of the touch. He reaches her clit and rubs circles around it, pressing it gently to let out the beautiful breathy moans from her lips.

"Is there where you want me?" he teases her, a shit-eating grin hidden behind a bite on her thigh.

She groans in response. "You know exactly where I want you."

"I really don't," he replies matter-of-factly, puppy dog eyes staring up at her. "Maybe I need you to tell me."

She's so close to her orgasm, and yet she's inching further and further by the second. "Inside me, god-fucking-dammit!” she urges through her teeth, her grip on his hair sending him enough surge of delicious pain down his spine.

And sends him in line, too.

“You like that, baby?” Y/N pulls his hair back and watches his eyes shut closed in pleasure. “You gonna be good and fingerfuck me like I told you to?”

“Fuck yeah.” he breathes, licking up at her one more time, and in a split second of eye contact, he spits right on her sopping cunt before he sinks his middle finger into her.

Caressing her. One finger and then another.

And she swears she might just come right then and there. No toy, no fantasy could ever amount to this.

To him.

“Harrison…” she whimpers, not knowing whether to grind into his hand or grab a fistful of his hair to steady herself. In the end, she does both.

His motion picks up to an incredible pace, fingers switch rapidly between fucking her and rubbing her, moving so fast he's practically slapping her clit. It sets her body on fire, and she gladly goes down trembling and thrashing in her burn for him.

In her haze of orgasm, she barely registers Harrison crawling up over her, pressing light comforting kisses on her chest. But she needs air, and she seeks it in his kiss. Her own arousal on his mouth brings her back to life, and she laps at the remaining juices on his chin, before kissing him deeply, properly.

"Holy fuck," Y/N says between labored breaths. "You eat pussy like a porn star."

"Still think I'm a bad lay?" he smugly pokes fun at her.

"I never said you were! I'm just saying, statistically, there's a chance that you might be…" she pouts in protest.

"Sure. 'Statistically.'" he rolls his eyes sarcastically, prompting her to turn them both over so she's on top.

And God, what a sight he is, sprawled out in her bed like this. No amount of good angles and quality photographs can ever capture this moment so… authentically. The streetlight illuminates the gentle rise and fall of his chest through the window. In this close proximity, she can closely admire the slope of his nose and the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His kiss-swollen lips turn upward in a smile, and Y/N doesn't even try to resist the urge to bring her own lips to his again.

There's no pretense in their kiss. The walls of courtesy are knocked down, and they bear no shame in their want anymore. She's been dying to explore him, and he's more than ready to give all of himself to her.

Y/N guides his arms over his head, drawing lines over the bumps and ridges of his lean muscles. She gently squeezes his wrists, and he's all too happy to oblige in keeping them in place.

"Excited, are we?" Her thigh brushes over the tent he's pitching, and she can't help but tease him.

He only blushes when she peels off his boxer briefs. She doesn't touch him there yet, of course-- she laves at his hip bone and inner thighs, avoiding his glorious hard-on. His lexicon seems to have left him when she makes her way down his abs. The only words that stay with him are praises in her name and curses to the beautiful agony.

"Y/N!" Harrison whines.

"Alright, alright…" she relents with a light laugh as she finally swallows his cock whole, all at once.

He feels his soul getting yanked out of his body as he hits the back of her throat the first time. Y/N takes a moment to even out her breath, but soon bobs her head up and down along his thick length.

Suddenly keeping himself in place isn't such a small feat anymore. He fists at the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing her hair. But his hips buck up into her as if without his own accord, making her gag.

"Sorry! Sorry--"

"Eager, are we?" She smirks, glancing down at the precum leaking out of his purplish tip.

"I need to be inside you before I bust, I swear to God…" he sits and pulls her back up with him, her thighs straddling his.

"Can't help it. You taste so fucking good." Y/N chuckles, nuzzling his nose.

"Yeah? Show me."

Her stomach flips as she cups her face. It's a strangely tender moment in this otherwise obscene activity. He tilts back, letting the warm light wash over his features, and she briefly wonders if he's carved by the gods. Her thumb traces his lower lip, flesh instead of marble, and kisses him languidly. His cum and hers melding into one, tasting like absolute heaven. And before long, the thought of his cum and hers melding inside her takes over her mind until there’s absolutely nothing else.

She doesn’t even tease him. No. She lines his cock onto her entrance and bottoms out in one go. All words go out the window. Only breaths spelled out on each other’s mouth. Limbs tangled up as close as can be. Bodies overwhelmed with the delicious pain of being stretched out by his thick girth and blinding grip of her inner walls.

Almost all words.

Harrison whispers her name, kissing her wherever he can reach her. He doesn’t say it, but the words he said earlier echoes back in her head. However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.

And God, she wants it all.

She rides him hard and fast, and he meets her halfway on every thrust. They somehow find their pace in an off-beat rhythm, peppered with lips and hips colliding in the dirtiest fashion. His hand wanders down to her clit, sending the rest of her body in another wave of pleasure until her pace falters.

Y/N clings onto him like she’s gonna get washed away otherwise. And he holds onto her, like he’s afraid she’s gonna disappear as she logs off every night for the past six weeks.

But she’s here, and so is he. And that’s all that matters.

“Fuck me…” she sighs, burying her face in his neck.

“Are you saying or are you asking?”

She giggles, and he can’t imagine ever being tired of her voice. “Both.”

“Say no more, baby.” Harrison squarely kisses her hair and lays her down on the crumpled-up bedsheets.

He kneels before her, his beauty only rivaled by Michelangelo’s David, and slides into her once again. He takes a sharp breath and the Greek statue comes to life. She likes that she has that effect on him. She wraps her legs around his tiny waist, silent claiming him mine, mine, mine.

“You feel so fucking good, what the fuck?” Harrison feverishly rambles, pounding into her in tight, shallow strokes.

“Yeah?” she gives him a sharp smack on his ass. “Get to it, then.”

“Do that again and I just might.”

Smack! It sends shivers down his spine, and he can’t get enough. He quickens his thrusts with every time her palm lands on his ass, and the idea of her handprint on his skin turns him on beyond belief. And when her delicate hand finds her way to his neck, squeezing him into a new height of ecstasy… he’s done for.

“Harrison.”

He spills out her name and his release at the same time. And in the warm spray of his release, she finds hers. Clenching and contracting until they’re both left sweaty and breathless in their own mess. Piling on top of each other in comfortable silence.

“Hey, stranger.” he leaves a peck on the tip of her perfect nose. “Whatcha thinking?”

She ponders over the word he used. Stranger. She ponders over how strange it is that he’s never felt like one to her. And even stranger that they have forever and a night to get to know each other. So she simply shakes her head and says,

“Nice to meet you.”

[lauras-collection]

call me names ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: harrison makes a certain fantasy of yours come true. and maybe there’s something being discovered about his desires as well.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings:  SMUT 18+ [warnings under the cut], i think that’s it considering this is basically pwp lol

A/N: Enjoy this filth!! :) very happy to finally post something for harrison again :’)

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️ 

smut warnings: degradation kink (name calling: slut, whore), sir kink, dom!haz, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, finger sucking, not really choking but he’s got his hand on her throat, pussy slapping

You’ve been with Harrison for a while now, and there’s really nothing to complain about. He’s a great boyfriend, a generous lover. But sometimes, you wish he’d just be a little meaner. At least in the bedroom. You love it when he’s soft and gentle with you; you really do. It’s just that you need a little more every once in a while.

You contemplated if you should bring it up to Harrison for a while. You don’t want him to feel like he doesn’t satisfy you because he does. But he loves you, and you’re sure that he’d do anything for you. Including calling you names in bed.

Listen, you don’t know where that kink is coming from. And if some random person would call you these names, you’d fight them. But that doesn’t change the fact that even thinking about Harrison calling you a slut while he’s fucking you is enough to soak your panties.

At first, you weren’t sure if Harrison was comfortable with doing that. You told him it was fine if he didn’t want to. But then, one night changes everything.

Harrison takes off his suit jacket as soon as you enter the flat. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing the veins on his forearms that have you weak in the knees every time. You’d been to a fancy dinner with some of your friends, and you’ve been ready to rip his clothes off ever since he put them on.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around Harrison’s neck, and his hands move to your waist as he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispers against your lips.

“Only a few hundred times.” You smile, your cheeks heating up because they do every time he looks at you like that. Like you’re the most mesmerising thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re so beautiful. And just to make that clear, you’re always beautiful. Not just tonight.” 

“Thanks babe, you’re beautiful all the time, too.” 

His smile widens as he tightens his grip a little to pull you even closer. “Thank you, darling. I’m glad we’re home now, though.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” 

“It was a real struggle not to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of all our friends.” His eyes turn dark, and you bite your lip, warmth pooling between your legs.

“That so?” You feel his length pressing against you through his clothes as you start to place soft kisses against his jaw.

“Hm. Yeah.” He hums, his hands finding their way on your back to undo the zipper of your dress. Not long after, the material is pooling around your hips. The dress allowed you to go braless, much to you’re boyfriends delight.

“Fucking hell, you’re so gorgeous, baby.” He cups your breasts in his large hands, thumbs running over your stiff nipples. You press yourself even closer against him and start to open his dress shirt. Every opened button revealing more of his toned chest. It makes you salivate.

When all buttons are finally undone, you push the material over his shoulders, and you take a moment to just look at him. He’s gorgeous. 

Harrison moves the two of you towards the bed until you feel the mattress against the back of your knees. Then he rids you of the rest of your clothing until you’re standing completely naked before him. 

Harrison licks his lips. “Lay down for me.” 

You do as you’re told, never breaking eye contact. You spread your legs, Harrison’s eyes moving to your glistening core. He runs his hand over the bulge in his slacks before popping the button and taking them off. You expect him to take off his boxers as well. Instead, he lays down on his side next to you, his fingertips running over your body ever so gently, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin. 

He takes his time with you, placing kisses on your collar bones and neck but avoiding your lips because he knows how much you want him to kiss you. He’s caressing your thighs, but every time you think he’s going to finally touch your pussy, he moves his hand away again. Seems like he’s in the mood to tease you tonight. 

“Please.” You beg as you bury your hand in his curls, messing up his carefully styled hair.

“Please, what?” He smirks before placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Touch me.” You pull his head closer to kiss him, and he lets you. His tongue meets yours, and you feel intoxicated by his taste. And then suddenly, his fingers are gently rubbing against your clit, and you moan into his mouth. You lift your hips subconsciously, trying to get closer to his touch. You want him to pick up the pace, to get you off. You’re so frustrated already. But he keeps his touch slow and gentle.

“So good for me.” He murmurs, his fingers teasing your entrance ever so slightly.

“More.” You moan, and for a short moment, Harrison obliges, dipping his fingertips inside you, but that’s not enough. You whine, “More, please.” 

“Hmm, greedy little thing.” Harrison’s voice has a dark tinge to it you’ve never heard before, and at the sound, your insides flutter. 

He moves his thumb over your clit, and you let your head fall back, your mouth opened in a silent moan. Harrison uses the opportunity to place more kisses on your skin. You can feel yourself inching closer to orgasm. Your fist tightens in his hair as you widen your legs even more. But just before you’re pushed over the edge, Harrison’s fingers are gone. 

You huff out a breath, relaxing the tenseness in your body. 

“I love you, you know that?” He asks, a small smile on his face as his hands move over your body lovingly.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He smirks, and with that, his hand is on your pussy again. “How does that feel, baby?” 

“So good.” You whine, just barely being able to press out the words as Harrison keeps running his fingers through your folds and rubbing circles against your clit slowly.

“Yeah?” 

You only hum as an answer, one of your hands gripping onto the bedsheet tightly while the other is tugging on Harrison’s hair. He’s pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck again, his fingers picking up their pace just barely, and you can feel yourself reach the edge again. 

You bite your lip as the knot in your belly tightens, and your toes start to curl. 

You’re so close.

Harrison can tell, so he removes his hand from your core and caresses your thighs instead. You whimper your protest, widening your legs, but Harrison just chuckles darkly.

“You want me to make you cum so badly. But not yet.” He places a kiss on your jaw before capturing your lips in a heady kiss. 

His hand returns to your cunt, and you sigh in relief at finally being touched again. But the relief doesn’t last long. Soon enough, you’re arching your back again. Harrison’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling on it, and it’s driving you mad. 

He enters you with one finger, crooking his finger just right, making you moan loudly. He moves to the other nipple and adds another finger. You’re close again, and all you wanna do is cum. You writhe under him, trying to find the perfect angle that’ll push you over the edge. But Harrison isn’t having it, pulling away just in time for your orgasm to simmer down. 

You don’t even realise you’re whimpering until Harrison’s hot breath hits the side of your face, and he whispers in your ear. “You’re such a whiney baby, aren’t you?” His lips graze the shell of your ear as his voice makes shivers run down your spine. “Open up.” His stern voice makes even more wetness pool between your legs as you open your lips for him. And then his fingers are in your mouth, and you’re sucking your juices off them. You can’t stop the hum in your throat as you taste yourself on his fingers. You can’t get enough of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Harrison asks after he pulls his fingers out of your mouth again. “You’re so good at sucking anything I put in your mouth.” The corner of his mouth lifts into a cheeky smirk.

“Yes.” Your eyes flit to the tent in his boxers, but Harrison shakes his head.

“Not today baby, tonight’s all about you.” His hand goes to the back of your neck and pulls you into another kiss.

“But I love sucking your cock,” You pout, causing Harrison to chuckle lowly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He places another soft kiss against your swollen lips. “I love your mouth.” You lean up to kiss him more deeply, but Harrison pulls away after a few seconds. “Turn around for me. On your forearms and knees.” 

He’s bossier tonight. More than usual. You don’t know where this is coming from, but you’re not complaining. Bossy Harrison is hot. You do as you’re told, presenting yourself for your boyfriend, who moved to kneel behind you after discarding his boxers. 

“Good girl.” His hand runs over your back until it’s back at the nape of your neck, his other hand on your hip. You can feel the tip of his cock on your ass, and you can’t wait to have him inside you. “I’m gonna fuck you now. And you’re not gonna cum until I give you permission okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the way his grip tightens, you don’t think it’s a joke anymore. 

Harrison guides himself inside you, and you sigh at the fullness of finally being filled with him. All night he’s been teasing you, and now you get to feel him. He starts out slowly at first, but then he’s pounding into you, and you’re close again, mewling at the intense pleasure. 

“Suck on my fingers.” Harrison commands as he hovers over you. You open your mouth again, and then his fingers press onto your tongue, and you start sucking. “Such a greedy little slut, sucking on my fingers like that” Your walls tighten around his cock at his words, and you moan around his fingers. You push your hips up into his, and he curses, pausing his movements for a moment. 

“But you’re my greedy little slut, aren’t you? My personal little whore who just loves to suck my fingers, or my cock. Because you can’t get enough of it, can you?”

You don’t think he expects an answer, but then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your face, not strong enough that it would hurt but with enough force to have your lips jut out.

“Answer me.” His eyes are dark, and it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there.

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“I can’t get enough of your cock.” You pause a moment, then add, “Sir.” 

“Good girl.” He places his fingers in your mouth again, and you waste no time and start sucking again. “Fuck, you make me so hard, baby.” 

You can feel your body tingling already, your orgasm so close. 

“Please, can I cum?” You press out, but Harrison’s fingers are still in your mouth, causing your words to be muffled.

Harrison slows down his thrusts. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” The tone of his voice lets you know that he knows exactly what you said. His thumb is caressing your cheek, and then he’s pulling you up against his chest, his arm going around your waist as he stops his thrusts completely. 

He takes his fingers out of your mouth again, placing his hand on your throat instead as he nuzzles his face against your neck. His cock is pulsing inside you, and you’re shaking with need.

“Look at you. Such a gorgeous fucking slut for me.” His free hand moves to between your legs, his fingers teasing your clit. “Whose pussy is this?” 

“Yours.” You pant out as you try to circle your hips to get a little bit of friction.

A guttural moan leaves your throat as Harrison smacks your clit. Your head falls back against his shoulder. You’re still shaking, ready to burst.

“Let’s try that again. I said whose pussy is this?” 

It takes you a moment to realise what he’s asking of you. You bite your lip before you answer, the tingling in your belly almost unbearable. “Your pussy, Sir.” 

“That’s right.” 

And then he finally starts moving again, guiding your hips on his cock slowly. You hold onto him as best as you can, but soon both of you realise this position maybe isn’t the most comfortable. 

“Wanna look at you when you cum, baby.” Harrison grunts and helps you lay back down on the bed before he positions himself between your legs again. 

And then he starts thrusting into you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, and all you can do is writhe underneath him. He reaches for your hands, tangling his fingers with yours and placing them above your head as he hovers over you. 

He captures your lips in a messy kiss and then picks up his pace. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you relish the way he’s making you feel. His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with each thrust, and it doesn’t take long until you’re squeezing Harrison’s hands tightly, trying your best not to cum yet.

“Look at me.” Harrison presses out, and you immediately open your eyes to be met with the most incredible view of your boyfriend above you. His messy curls falling into his face, a dazed look in his eyes. “Cum for me, Y/N. Wanna feel your cunt milk my cock. Fuck.”

Your body tenses before your orgasm washes over you, the tips of your fingers tingling as your walls tighten around Harrison. That’s all it takes for him to reach his peak, his cock twitching you before he releases his hot cum inside you.

You detangle your hands from his and wrap them around his torso as he collapses on top of you with heavy breaths.

Both of you take a few moments to calm down, then Harrison places soft kisses on your shoulder before pulling out and moving so he can look at you properly.

“Did you like that?”

“I loved that.” 

A/N: I hope you liked this. Uhm, yeah. Not much I’ve got to say. lol. I’d love to hear your thoughts!!! <3

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[softholand]

i actually cant remember which prompt i sent so if its a repeat ignore this lol can i have “They say we wont last.” “Then lets prove them wrong.” with my sweet boy 💜 pls ily 😚 — kit xx

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞

⤷ harrison osterfield x reader, fwb au, a tiny bit of angst, mostly fluff

prompt: “they say we won’t last.” “then let’s prove them wrong.”

words: 600+

a/n: hi my love, i’m so sorry it took so long 😩 i’m working on your other request, i promise lol i really hope you like this. it’s short but sweet, just like our boy 💌 ily xx @bigilante

You and Harrison were friends. Okay, a little more than friends. Friends with benefits, maybe? You didn’t know what to call it, all you knew was that you liked being with each other and that was all that mattered to you anyways.

You had been in this situationship for a little bit more than two months now and, at least for you, everything seemed to be going on smoothly. You met almost every single night, cooked something together, or ordered takeout, before ending the night in your bed.

Of course, you had thought about going official with Harrison, he was your best friend and there was nothing in the world that you loved more than to wake up in his arms. The only problem was, you were afraid of commitment since your last relationship had ended badly right after you made it official. So, after a long conversation, you and Harrison decided to take things slow and keep your relationship to yourselves for a little bit, at least until you felt ready.

It was very common for you to get the “You’re a very cute couple” compliment though like it had happened just now, from the diner’s waitress you were sitting in with some friends. “Oh, we’re not together.” That was always your answer, and it never seemed to bother Harrison that much, until today. You felt his mood completely change after that, he didn’t say anything else, didn’t laugh at your and your friend’s jokes, he didn’t even hold your hand on your walk back home.

The blonde kept trying to avoid you once you got to your apartment, saying he was going to bed early since he had a headache. “Okay, can you please tell me what the hell is going on?” You asked before he could escape to your room. “Nothing’s going on, y/n. I’m just tired.” Harrison let it out, making your blood boil. “Bullshit! You’ve been avoiding me since I told that waitress we weren’t together.” You exclaimed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Harrison stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Why we’re not together, y/n?” He asked, copying your position. “What— what do you mean? You know why. We talked about this, Haz!” You furrowed your brows, “Yeah, we did. Two months ago, y/n! Everything’s different now.” Harrison’s voice was calm, but the hurt was evident in his eyes. “I— I didn’t know you felt like that.” You mumbled, trying to fight back tears.

Harrison softened at that, taking a few steps closer to you. “Hey, I’m sorry! I know this is just another social pattern and it doesn’t really matter to you, but it does to me, y/n. I want to be with you and I want everyone to know we are together.” The blonde’s words went right to your heart, making it swell with adoration. “What if it doesn’t work?” You whispered, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “We’re already making it work, my love.” Harrison took your hands in his. “They say we won't last.” You cried, remembering every single time one of your “friends” said that it was a good thing you weren’t together because you wouldn’t last. “Then let's prove them wrong,” Harrison stated, dabbing away your tears.

Leaning in, you kissed him, wanting nothing more than to express all of your feelings through the kiss. “I love you.” You mumbled between his lips. “I love you too, y/n. So much!” Harrison smiled, gluing your lips back together. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” The blonde smiled, before playfully hitting your bottom, a giggle escaping your throat.

You went to bed that night feeling uncertain about what the future held, but there was one thing you were sure of. No matter what happened next, you and Harrison would get through it, together.

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Something Hidden - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: the color black can be associated with strength, formality and SOMETHING HIDDEN.

SUMMARY: something hidden between you and tom is unveiled to your older--and very protective--brother, harrison. [INTERACTIVE IMAGINE]

“Hey,” Harrison appears in the doorway to your bedroom, wiggling his phone for you to see your shared messages throughout the day. “I got your text...everything alright?”

His question halts your furious pacing, yet triggers a churning ball of regret in the pit of your stomach. Your sock-clad toes begin flexing apprehensively, as do your fingers.

You finally breathe out a small, “yeah” in response. But Harrison is less than convinced as he studies your gaze set to the floor, and your teeth gnawing your bottom lip. “I just didn’t know when the time would be right to tell you this. So I figured sooner rather than later, you know? But if you’re busy right now then that’s fine. We can talk later--”

“Y/N,” your older brother approaches you cautiously and sets his hands on your forearms to steady their intense shaking. “Whatever it is you need to tell me, I’m all ears.” Eventually, he helps you to steady your breathing, and you advise him to take a seat on your bed while you figure out how to exactly tell your brother that you have been dating his best friend for half a year in secret.

“O-okay,” you start, “I just wanted to thank you first for letting me stay with you and the guys here this summer. It’s been great getting to know them better and hanging out with you more.” Harrison’s eyebrows cinch together in puzzlement but he nods, nevertheless.

“Of course, Y/N. You don’t need to thank me, Tom’s the one who set it all up.” He chuckles. You spare a laugh of your own, but it comes out forced.

“It’s great you mention Tom!” You point a finger at him. “Because I was actually curious about something…”

“Yeah…” He beckons you to continue, leaning forward from his seated position.

“Just a quick hypothetical for you,” waving your hand nonchalantly, the question finally slips off your tongue, “how would you feel if he and I were...you know...uh, together...romantically?” The query is clumsy as it reaches the air, its graceless cadence hardly intelligible from your point of view. And you cringe when Harrison takes more than a few seconds to process your words and search for a valid response to them. And when he finally does, your heart stops.

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HOW DOES HARRISON REACT?

HE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE →

HE LOOKS DISGUSTED BY THE THOUGHT →

[illicitlimerence-writes]

heartbeat | h. osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader word count: 2.2k requested: yes/no. by @gpiggy98 : "Can I have one with Harrison we’re we are best friends but I secretly like him, only Tom knows about my crush. So when I’m over hanging out with everyone playing video games, Harrison teaches me how to use the controller when I turn bright red and Tom points it out and I get embarrassed and run off Harrison chases after me and he ask what’s up when I confess my feelings and it’s all teasingly cute and we have a moment and kiss:)" you're always giving me the best prompts, bestie. this basically wrote itself. warnings: angst, fluff, language, i gave up on the narration at the end sorry. i think that's it. english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, this is not proofread! a/n: y'all i'm on fire this week. i have two requests that i am so excited to write, hopefully they'll be out next week! as you can see i am a sucker for the 'two idiots in love, and the one friend that brings them together' trope. really hope you like this. my askbox is always open.

my masterlist

(he's so pretty it should be illegal)

having feelings for your best friend is... weird. you've known each other your entire lives, you know all his pet peeves, how he drinks his tea, all his favorite songs, his dreams and aspirations. you've been there for every crush, every relationship, every heartbreak. a lot of things have changed from when you first met haz on the playground when you were six, everything but the friendship you two had.

your tiny group of two eventually grew to three when he met tom at school. as teenagers, you knew tom was a good one when he didn't try to come in between your friendship with harrison. which was only proven right as he was the only one to notice when your feelings for your best friend shifted to something more than platonic and never said a word to anyone else. tom offered you comfort when you explained how everything changed for you when you realized what you felt was a different type of love for your friend.

when lockdown first started, it was a no-brainer that you were to move in with them. you would already spend so much time there that you started to wonder why you kept paying rent for your tiny shoebox of a flat. the spare guest bedroom soon became “(y/n)’s room” to the boys, they always made sure to keep your favorite snacks, hygiene products and a pink mug with the first letter of your name on it.

sharing a house with five twenty-something-year-olds was an interesting experience. there never was a quiet moment, not even when they were sleeping because, a) one of them was always awake at night, playing video games online, live streaming, or watching a movie, and b) they snored. loudly. all of them. but it wasn’t anything a pair of earbuds or a small speaker couldn’t fix.

you were so grateful to share so much time with them. you’d run lines with tom, sam would teach you how to properly cut up vegetables, harry would use you as his model to test whatever new lenses he bought for his cameras. and you’d game with harrison and tuwaine, this last activity you dreaded with your entire heart. you were never good at video games, growing up, your parents never bought you a gaming console of your own. your only opportunity was when you’d visit your cousins upstate and you’d play with them. but even then, you’d get so frustrated at losing all the time you’d give up after a few minutes.

one day tuwaine joined the holland boys at their parents’ house for the weekend to celebrate dom’s birthday. of course, you and harrison had been invited, and even though you knew you were completely safe, you still didn’t want to risk getting them sick. you’d never forgive yourself for it. that left you all alone with harrison. you’d spend the morning watching movies, laying on the couch with your legs tangled together between you, occasionally nudging each other with your feet. a blanket thrown over you two as it was too cold to function without the proper warmth. eventually he convinced you to play the new call of duty game that had been delivered earlier that day, you could see the excitement shining bright in his eyes. so there was no other option for you but to accept.

“yes! you, peach, are the best!” he said, kissing your cheek as he ran to set up the game. you just turned your head, hoping he wouldn’t notice your red chest and face. he’d call you peach ever since you confessed you’d never played mario kart and chose to play as princess peach. to say he’d been baffled was an understatement, he simply couldn’t fathom how someone could grow up without such an important part of his own childhood. the reason you two never played together growing up was because your favorite activities were always outdoorsy. riding bikes, climbing trees, anything.

he explained the basics of the games and what all the buttons on the controller did, you just stared at him with confusion written all over your face. the blanket was on the floor, forgotten there when he stood up to turn on the game, you were growing colder by the second, but all your concentration was on the game. the first few rounds were a mess. you’d gotten killed just three seconds after it started.

“haz, i can’t!” you groaned, throwing your head back against the cushions. he chuckled, pausing the game.

“c’mere peach,, we’ll play together.” he said, making grabby hands at you, he opened his thighs, inviting you to sit between them. you hesitated for a second, letting out the breath that you were holding in. “here, you put your hands on top of mine, so you get used to all the vibrations of the controller, and i’ll walk you through it.” he explained as he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. “bloody hell, peach, you’re freezing. why didn’t you say something?” he said as he pushed your back against his front, leaning down to pick up the blanket, securing it around you two. a sudden wave of heat hit you, and not just because of the soft fabric on top of you. his chest was the warmest thing you’d ever felt, firm enough to rest your head against.

no. stop. he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart, you couldn’t abuse the trust he had on you because of your crush on him. he pushed your shoulder back, his arms around you as he took the controller from you.

“there, are you warm now?” he asked, his hot breath hitting your ear. you shivered and whilst you prayed he hadn’t noticed, it was practically impossible with your bodies huddled together. “shit, do you want me to change the heating?” he offered and you turned your head, your noses almost bumping together. you flinched back quickly.

“n-no, that’s fine. i’ll warm up in a minute,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile. he nodded, and you could’ve sworn his eyes flew down to your lips. did you have something on your teeth? your thoughts stopped as you felt his hands running up and down your arms. “thanks,” you muttered, looking back at the screen for some distraction. “shall we play?” you asked, and you didn’t dare to look back at him. counting to ten in your head, in hopes to get your heartbeat under control.

“sure, put your hands on mine,” he said, leaning back on the arm of the couch, taking you down with him. and you gave yourself one second. one second to imagine what it would be like to do this every day. this... it was an innocent act, friends helped each other when the other was cold, that’s what this was. right?

as the minutes passed, the more confident you got. you felt yourself relaxing under his touch, losing yourself on the action going on in the game. the same thing must’ve happened for harrison, for neither of you heard a car parking outside, or the door opening behind you.

tom had forgotten his dad’s birthday present. he’d make up a lame excuse about how you had an emergency with the alarm so he could leave without raising suspicions. what he didn’t expect to see was you two, cuddled up on the couch as if your lives depended on it. he let out a long sigh.

“finally! i was so done keeping your secrets from each other!” he exclaimed, walking to where you laid with your head resting on harrison’s shoulder.

“what?” haz asked, looking at his friend with a murderous look on his face.

“didn’t you-” he began, pointing at the blonde. “didn’t you-” he pointed at you. you just prayed the world would open up and swallow you whole. you threw the blanket off of you and stood up, backing up until you were at running distance of your room.

“what are you talking about? what secret?” harrison looked from you to his brunette friend.

“i’m just here to pick up something. i’ll be out of your way in one second. bye.” tom spoke hurriedly as he rushed to his room.

“thomas!” haz called. your eyes widened as tom looked at you with a regretful look on his face when he came out of his room with a small box in his hands.

“no, tom-” you began, but tom ran and opened the door to leave.

“haz, (y/n) is in love with you. (y/n), harrison is in love with you, too. i want to be godfather of all six of your children. bye!” he slammed the door shut, getting in his car and leaving in the span of five seconds.

you stared at each other in silence, your breathing had stopped and your heart was beating rapidly. you felt tingles on the back of your neck, a sign that your anxiety was starting. you swallowed the lump in your throat, tapping your finger against your leg, over and over again.

“is… is it true?” you asked, taking a step back.

“you like me?” he whispered, his sock-clad feet leading him to you.

“do you?” you retorted, feeling your back hit the cold wall. your head dizzy.

“i asked first,” he said as he stood in front of you.

“technically, i did.” you raised an eyebrow, feeling brave.

“technically, you haven’t answered my question,” he lifted a hand to push back a strand of hair that fell on your face. his fingers went to your chin, raising your head until you were face to face.

“neither have you,” you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little. he resisted, though, letting your feel the hard muscles of his chest.

“i’ll answer if you do,” his other hand wrapped around your back, pulling you against his body. you scoffed.

“coward,” you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, fingers playing with his hair. he looked at you with shock on his face. you lifted an eyebrow, a smirk on your lips.

“is a coward the reason your heart is beating so fast?” his hand on your face was now wrapped around your neck, where he could easily feel your pulsing point.

“wouldn’t you like to know.” you said. looking up at him through long lashes.

“we have to do something about this frantic heart of yours, it’s not safe for it to be beating this quickly.”

“oh, so you’re a doctor now?”

“i know a thing or two.”

“like what?”

“i know that the first step is to identify the cause of the problem.”

“and how are we going to do that?”

“like this,” he whispered as his lips met yours in a deep, slow embrace. you immediately melted under his touch, letting yourself enjoy the moment. his thumb was rubbing small circles on your neck. “just what i thought,” he whispered when you finally pulled away to breathe. you bit your lip, relishing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“what’s your diagnosis, doc?” you opened your eyes to find his crystal clear eyes piercing through you.

“you just need a little loving. i’ll write you a prescription. kisses and cuddles 24/7. you tell that boyfriend of yours it’s doctor’s orders.” your breathing stopped. his hand on your neck holding your face again.

“i’m afraid i don’t have a boyfriend, doc. although, there is this one guy i quite fancy. tall, dark and beautiful. but i don’t think he likes me back.”

“then it’s his loss. i volunteer if you need someone to take his place.”

“thanks, but i’m quite fixated on this blonde guy, have for a long, long time.” you grip his hair, kissing him quickly.

“really? how long?” he asked.

“since we were sixteen. can you believe it?” you confessed, feeling his hand gripping your waist.

“well, you didn’t hear this from me. but a little birdy told me, he’s liked you since the first time your met on the playground. used to talk to his mom about how he was going to marry her, have two kids and live in a pretty house just like his parents.” you looked at him with wide eyes, his own held so much that you were sure you could drown in them.

“is… is that true?” you asked, dropping the act. he nodded immediately.

“used to draw us together holding hands, standing in front of our future home with five dogs around us.”

“that sounds like a nice future,” you admit, heart soaring.

“it does. it can be ours.”

“our future?” he kissed you when the words left your lips.

“yours, mine, ours.” he leaned his forehead against yours, noses touching.

“ours. i like the sound of that,” your heart stopped when he smiled, showing his rows of perfect white teeth.

“i think your heart does, too.” you hummed. pressing your ear against his chest. you smiled as you heard his frantic heartbeat.

“yours is a little too fast, are you okay?” you pressed a hand against his forehead, pretending to check his temperature. he took your hand in his, lacing your fingers between his.

“with you by my side, peach, i’ve never been better.”

[uglypastels]

Promiscuous (smut, of course) with Harrison

ok this got a bit out of hand and i derailed it a bit so there is no smut (sorry) BUT i actually feel like the song is more about all the stuff before it so anyway here you go and i hope you enjoyyy haha

> Song: #31 Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado, Timbaland

> Spotify Wrapped Blurbs!

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“Sorry, am I throwing you off?” you smile lightly, seeing how Harrison was looking at you.

“Nope,” he answered swiftly. The music around you was booming and the people were dancing in close proximity, whether you knew one another or not. But you and Harrison- you knew each other. Very well, in fact.

It had started who knows when. At a party just like this. He was a member of the same fraternity that he is now, and you were just looking for some fun. Like any other fratboy, he had grown a certain reputation. One you didn’t mind but weren’t too keen on adding to. He had walked up to you, danced to a few songs hip to hip, and you knew he wanted to take it further than that.

But what would have been fun about it?

You’d thought that he’d give up after not even kissing you that time, but, months later, at a party not much different, he came back for another attempt. It pleased you, to have such an effect on him. From the way he looked at you, you could tell he was enjoying it too. It had become a game of cat and mouse, in which you were both pulling the other in as well as pushing them away. The tension was undeniable and getting stronger through every new meeting. It had gone so far, that when you saw him walk into the room, festively-themed red jacket for the holiday party, you walked over to him.

“Happy Holidays,” you had said, clinking your drinks in a toast as he replied the same words back to you. He didn’t even try to hide how his eyes scanned your body. The outfit was nothing special, but he certainly didn’t think so.

“Looking gorgeous, as ever, I see?”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Osterfield.” You took a better look at him. The red jacket fitted him perfectly, but the shirt underneath it felt like a slightly personal attack. He never seemed to like his buttons and left them open, revealing his toned chest. The gold pendant on his necklace ornamenting it even better.

“Care for a dance?” he pointed to a less crowded spot on the dancefloor. Of course, you wanted to dance, feel his body against yours, but he should be able to wait for a little, shouldn’t he?

“Not really feel like dancing now.”

“So what do you feel like doing?” In a case such as this, when the music and everyone around you are so loud, there are two options: either you raise your voice, or as Harrison did, you move closer to the other person so your voice comes more upfront. He hadn’t had anything to drink yet, so you could smell the mint he had just taken, combined with the smell of his cologne. And the warm air you felt at your ear as he spoke ran chills down your spine, but when he pulled back to look at you, you didn’t make any of that known.

“I’m not sure, actually. Any suggestions?” You asked innocently, to which he chuckled and responded:

“I got a few things we could do on my mind.” His hand, slowly, reached for your side, making itself comfortable on your hip. You stepped closer, ending the gap between your bodies. It had taken a long time for you to get this far, through the efforts and hurdles of both your doings and you wondered how long it would take to go further. How long did you even care to go on?

You were so close to each other that the only place to look was into his eyes. The icy blue had turned darker at your sight. You wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t this close, for the rest of his face showed this suave expression.

“Like what?” you fixed his jacket collar, making sure that he could feel your fingers on his neck as you moved gently. The way his jaw tensed up momentarily brought a smile to your face and that was how you got there.

“Sorry, am I throwing you off?”

“Nope,” he had replied and that is when he leaned in and your lips met. His grip on your hip got tighter, just a little, pulling you even closer. The kiss had come far from sudden, as it was basically what the two of you had been building up to all these months. And it went on until you parted for air.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you said, already stepping away, which got you an exasperated sigh from Harrison.

“Oh c’mon,” his brows were furrowed.

“Oh,” you pouted mockingly, “don’t be mad.”

“Well, don’t be mean then.”

“How am I mean, all I said was that I was going to get another drink. I didn’t even say you couldn’t come with me, did I?” This had left him a bit dumbfounded. So, you grabbed his hand, and pulled him along as you made your way to the designated drink-mixing area- also known as the kitchen of this random house you were in (no one really knew who was hosting, but it was a big place, with plenty of room to get drunk, so nobody complained).

To both your surprise, the kitchen was empty when you opened the door. On each possible surface was a collection of bottles ranging from soft drinks to hard liquor. You went on to pour yourself some more of your favourite, and as you did so, you could feel Harrison walk up to you. He leaned in, putting his arms back on your sides, his chin on your shoulder, his words were soft.

“You, know you drive me absolutely insane?”

“I didn’t know that, actually,” you turned around to face him, placing your drink on the counter, “but do tell why.”

“Everything about you, in all honesty,” his lips were hovering over your skin at this point, you could barely feel them as he kept on talking, “everything you do makes me want to do unspeakable things to you, darling. And I can tell you want me to. You’re teasing me every fucking time I see you.” His lips met yours again in a sloppy kiss that lasted between his words. “I really don’t think I’ll be able to keep going much longer with this.”

You, in the meantime, found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, messing the style up as you tugged at it when the kiss deepened at the end of his little speech.

He was right. You wanted it, very badly. As the kiss lasted you felt your knees get weaker and your body heating up with need. But Harrison was still Harrison and you were you and this whole thing wasn’t supposed to last between you. He’d move on to someone else after your one night of fun, you got that, and it hurt a little to think about.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sighed. Harrison was confused, you could tell by his expression. “I just- I don’t want to be some kind of-”

“Ok, I get,” he smiled, “but I can promise you that this is not some kind of dumb game to me. I really like you and I-” his laugh sounded embarrassed, “I can’t get you out of my head. I can say honestly that there is no one else, and it’s you that I want.”

You were speechless. From all the things Harrison could have said, you did not expect something like that.

“That was… really sappy.”

“Ok, fuck off,” Harrison laughed your comment off. Then you pulled him in by the collar and kissed him.

“I’d rather you just fuck me, actually.”

[cherry-holland]

Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

One-shots

safe haven 🥺

boyfriend 🥺

you are in love 🥺

baila conmigo 🔥

home 🥺

Blurbs

cozy night in 🥺

dress 🔥

going down 🔥

snuggles & cuddles 🥺

anxious heart 🥺💙

facetime calls 🔥

the most important meal of the day 🔥

cabin getaway 🔥

quarantine 🔥

“carry me to bed?” 🥺

“is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 🔥

Headcanons

dating a spanish girl (feat tom) 🥺🔥

[parkersbliss]

LMAOOO THIS LIVE HAD ME WEAK AHAHAHAHAHHA I CANT WITH THEM

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

The Living Situation

Plot: Tom invites you to come live with him when the lease on your old apartment is up. Since he’s your best friend you jump at the opportunity. But you forgot one thing….Harrison. Sharing a home with Tom is one thing. Sharing a home with Tom’s best friend, whom you had a crush on since you met him, is another thing. Eventually you get comfortable with your new living situation, but when Tom leaves the two of you alone for the week, to visit Zendaya in LA, things start to change.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: smut

Masterlist and Requests/Prompts

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For the past year, you had been living in a shared apartment in London with your best friend Tom. But with Tom also came Harrison. It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked Harrison, a little too much actually.

The first few weeks were difficult to settle in to your new place, and another few weeks of getting used to seeing Harrison everyday. You tried your best to keep it cool and not get flustered every time he walked in the room. He made that really difficult. Especially since he’d often walk around the apartment without a shirt on.

Eventually you got accustomed to living with the two guys and allowed yourself to be comfortable.

But this week was going to be much different.

Tom was headed to LA to visit Zendaya while she attended a charity event. This meant that you and Harrison would be left alone together for the whole week. The two of you had been alone in the apartment together before, but never for a whole week.

The two of you helped Tom pack his bags up into the cab he was catching to the airport.

“Say ‘hi’ to Zee for me” you said as you gave him one last hug.

“I will {y/n}. Behave yourself while I’m gone” he said chuckling.

“I always do” you said with a smile.

You watched as him and Harrison shared a ‘bro hug’ before he got into the cab and took off. You walked back into the apartment and sat back down on the couch, continuing to read your book. Moments later Harrison walked in and sat down beside you.

It was going to be the beginning of a really awkward week for you. Or so you thought.

• • • • •

Things had actually been going better this week than you ever expected. You had been spending a lot of alone time with Harrison, going golfing, playing video games, and visiting van art museum where a friend of yours had a pop-up photography gallery.

One night the two of you were sitting in the couch watching a new tv series you discovered.

“So, would you like to do something tonight?” You heard him ask.

You looked up from the tv and smiled “what did you have in mind?” You asked

He shrugged “I thought we could go to the pub, have some food and drinks” he said

You smiled “that sounds fun, it’s been a while since I went out”

You both went upstairs to change and get ready to go.

• • • • •

Later that night at the pub you were having drinks and reminiscing about memories from growing up together.

“Remember when Harry got drunk at your birthday party?” He asked laughing

“Yeah, he was so drunk at one point that he kissed me” you said laughing.

“He kissed you? Shit, so you’ve kissed 3 out of the 4 Holland boys, lucky girl” he said jokingly.

“I don’t wanna brag, but yes” you said giggling.

You had, in fact, also kissed Sam and Tom. You had kissed Sam on a dare one night at a party. You and Tom had a ‘fling’ when you were 15. You dated for a month, long enough to kiss each other and realize it was just too awkward to date each other. So you broke up, remained friends, and never spoke of it again. The relationship wouldn’t have lasted anyway, you’d had a crush on Harrison since you were 12.

“I’m surprised we’ve never kissed” he said chuckling “it’s not like we’ve never had an opportunity”

You were shocked to hear him say that, you almost spit out your drink. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“We grew up together. We’ve been to so many parties where we played spin the bottle or got drunk at the club in college” he said shrugging. “Just thought we would have been forced into a kiss, or just got curious, by now”

You didn’t really know what to say do you just blurted put the first thing that came to mind “do you think about that often?”

“What? Kissing you?” he took the last sip of his drink.

“Yeah”

“Sometimes” he confessed. “I always wondered what it would have been like”

You bit your lip. You hadn’t realized that Harrison had even considered kissing you. You liked him a lot, but he was your best friend above being your crush. You decided to distract yourself by taking the final sip of your drink. You eventually paid your tab and the two of you walked home, the whole time you thought about what he had said.

• • • • •

As soon as the two of you got changed back into something comfortable and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through you looked over at Harrison. He was lounging on the other end of the couch. You had to resist the urge to move closer and cuddle into him like you wanted to.

You looked away quickly to avoid staring. Seconds later you heard him speak up. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you this week {y/n}, we don’t get to spend a lot of time together with Tom around”

You blushed “I’ve had fun too” you said.

He sat up and looked at you. You tried hard not to make direct eye contact but his bright blue eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Did you mean what you said at the pub?” You asked

“About what?”

“Kissing me”

He bit his lip “I did.” He said moving closer to you. “But you never told me how you felt about it”

“I….I was just surprised” you weren’t sure how to tell him that you’d liked him since you 12 years old, almost 16 years of pent up feelings stuck inside your head.

“Why?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, why would you wanna kiss me? I’m one of your best friends”

“Yeah, my best friend that I’ve had a crush on since year 9” he admitted

“Wait…what?” You asked.

“Yeah, I realized I liked you when you started dating Tom. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think I was your type.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit “Harrison I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met”

“You have?”

You nodded “yeah”

Before you could react his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your hands made their way to his chest, feeling all the way up till your arms snaked around his neck. His hand eventually reaching down to your hips.

You weren’t thinking straight as your lips molded together with his in a needy kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue, fighting you for dominance, but eventually giving in to you when you bit his bottom lip, a throaty groan escaping his mouth.

You pulled away slowly and looked up into his blue eyes that had darkened. You knew exactly what that meant, even though you’d never seen him look at anyone that way.

You hitched your leg over his, now straddling his lap, placing your lips back onto his. His hands were placed firmly on you butt, occasionally squeezing your cheeks and pulling you closer to him as the kiss got deeper and deeper until you were making out on the couch, something you never thought you’d ever be doing with Harrison.

After a few more minutes he pulled away and pulled his shirt off. You followed suit, pulling yours off as well, before reconnecting your lips to his. He reached up, grabbing your breasts gently. You were happy you hadn’t left your bra on, his hands felt so good on your bare skin. You moaned softly into his mouth.

“Mmm, I want you {y/n}” he said softly, almost in a whisper

“I want you too” you said breathlessly

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his bedroom, not wanting to do anything naughty on the couch that you shared with Tom, that would be awkward.

Once in his room, he laid you down the bed and immediately pulled off your shorts, pulling your panties off with them, then removing his basketball shorts and boxers. You were practically dripping with anticipation, and so far the only thing he’d done was kiss you and softly touch your boobs.

He hovered over you, kissing you softly before kissing down your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“Something wrong?” He asked

“No, I just really need you, you’re driving me crazy” you said breathlessly.

He smirked at you and reached down to rub you softly causing you to moan. He lined himself up to your center and pushed in slowly.

You groaned a bit, adjusting to him, it had been a while, and he was bigger than the others. You didn’t mind though. Eventually you adjusted and it started to feel good, but you knew it could feel better.

“Harrison, move” you said softly.

He bit his lip and started pushing in further, eventually bottoming out.

“so tight…” he groaned softly as he starters thrusting in and out of you.

“Feels so good” you moaned before pulling him down for another kiss.

His lips felt so good on yours, you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. You allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment before biting his bottom lip, tugging on it gently, making him chuckle.

He continued thrusting into you, eventually finding your sweet spot. He repeatedly hit that area causing you moan a little too loudly.

“Harrison, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Both of you were suddenly in a brain fog. The only thing you could think of was each other and finally going over the edge.

He continued thrusting deeply, causing you to grip the sheets. “I’m so close!” You moaned

“Me too” he groaned

With a final few thrusts, you both hit your highs at the same time, moaning each other’s names through deep breaths.

He collapsed beside you and as the two of you caught your breath you heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the fuck? I leave you two alone for a week and you hook up with each other?” You heard Tom’s voice. You had totally forgotten that he’d be coming home today.

You frantically started to cover up with Harrison’s blankets, blushing bright red at the idea of your best friend catching you fucking your other friend.

“Sorry mate, you should’ve know this would happen eventually” Harrison said chuckling.

Tom just rolled his eyes “if you do it again while I’m home try to be quieter” he said chuckling.

As he walked away, shutting Harrison’s door on the way out, you felt Harrison kiss your forehead.

“We’ll definitely be doing that again” he said chuckling

You giggled and kissed him softly “then we better be quiet or Tom might kick us out”

He chuckled and held you close to him “I’d like to see him try”

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[jesslockwood]

rakes | chapter three

pairing: regency!Harrison Osterfield x regency!reader

words: 3.4k

warnings:  bridgerton s1 spoilers, bridgerton semi season 2 spoilers (mainly book ish ones), swearing?

a/n: not me showing up like 2 months later with a chapter lol... I've been busy I just got a new job though and life in general has been crazy! hope you all enjoy

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoy!

series masterlist

Lady Whistledown Society Papers

Grosvenor square 1814,

Dear Reader,

To be perfectly poised is every Mama’s goal for her daughter, and every daughter’s goal, to keep the vicious claws of their mama’s off of their backs. 

Today is the day where all are anticipating the results from the gaze of the Queen and her judgements. Today We will find out if any daughter has exceeded the expectation.

Last year was the shortcomings of the Featheringtons, but maybe one of the three shall rise above my very low expectations this year. Or perhaps, the younger sister of the previous year’s diamond of the first water, Miss Eloise Bridgerton.

My expectations, however, could lie in a former diamond of the first water, however, one could say she spent her time outside of society with the hogs, so how could one be ready to come back into the Ton’s rigorous assumptions of one Miss Y/n.

We however have a few new notable ladies who could take the running this year.

Miss Zendaya Coleman, a distant cousin of the Viscount Holland is heard to be in the runnings this year, and from what I’ve heard dear reader she is not only poised but dashingly stunning. 

Only time will tell which of the Ton are the most esteemed members, and whom falls short of those graces. 

For the longest time, you had always been excited to be in society. The lavish parties and interaction with the most esteemed members of the ton was something to look forward to, yet here you were, experiencing the worst part of being a part of the ‘club’. Being introduced into society before the queen. You were the diamond of the first water three seasons ago, yet now it seemed hopeless to match up to your past self.

You were a different person before the tragedy happened. Now you were broken into a thousand pieces, trying to pick them up in front of society’s judging eyes.

You had arrived at your home early the morning of, and William was late, per usual for your coming out into society. 

Your maids, Lucy and Marian, we’re currently putting on your corset, getting the tightness perfect, almost as if they had done it for you every season you missed. 

“Is it too tight Lady Y/n?” Marian asks.

“No, it is perfect, thank you,” you reply.

You stare at the flame of the fire your maids had put on for warmth, reminiscing of that night.

“Mama isn’t it just wonderful?” you say in excitement, in awe at the candle-lit glow in the room, filled with music, talking and laughing. 

Your Papa checked his watch, waiting on William, before turning to you, smiling, watching his daughter full of life.  You and William’s happiness were the only things that mattered to him, and at this moment, he knew you would be okay because no matter what happened, you would find the love of your life, and happiness through that. 

Your parents knew you would never settle, whether becoming a spinster waiting for your happiness or finding love that night, they knew in your strong will, you always wanted what they had. 

“Lady Y/n, how about a dance?” Lord Dennis asked. You looked back at your parents, full of bliss, graciously accepting his offer, heading to the dance floor. That was one of the proudest and last moments they would see you full of joy.

You shake off the thoughts of that night, not dwelling on the past, but the present day. 

As you get into your white gown, you wondered what it would be like if you did get married this season, all dressed in white, walking down the alise of the church towards your future husband. You only had wished your parents could have been there, but you were grateful you still had William, unbeknownst of where he was at the current moment. 

William on the other hand was out currently at the Brigerton’s gentlemen’s club, drinking to ease the sorrows of this day. It had been marked on this day three years since his adoptive parents had passed. They were the only true family he had known, and the responsibility they let him was hard. He had to make certain of not only finding his sister a husband, but a wife later down the line, and making sure that his father could never take what was not his. Whether born a Beaumont or not, didn’t matter. He would never truly have the Beaumont values, ones that Willam was raised with.

William never in a million years thought himself worthy of being Earl of Beaumont, but here he was, holding the title. He thought for sure by the end of Y/n’s first season you would have been wed and have children of your own to take that title. But everything changed after that night.

William could not fathom that the cause was accidental, so he was still searching for what truly happened. So far most of his leads left him empty until he met with the doctor who did the autopsy on both of your parents, leading him to the conclusion that this was no accident. He hadn't old you yet knowing that would take you out of the season, so he kept it to himself until the season end, But he was going to find out who murdered your parents no matter the cost.

You had just arrived at the queen’s palace, searching the busy crowd outside for William. 

“I’m sure he will arrive, Lady Y/n,” Lucy assures you.

As if on cue, William rides up on horseback. He hops off, giving the reins to one of your staff, extending his hand out towards you. 

“You’re late, Willy.” You say, slightly frustrated.

“Sorry Y/n/n, I had some important business to attend to.” And though, It wasn’t a complete lie, he did have to drown himself in his feelings and ponder about what happened, and who to interview next.

Your face scrunches up, as those who arrive, point, look and laugh at you. 

“Do not fret what the treacherous Whistledown has written. We will prove the writer wrong today.” William tries to encourage you.

It didn’t make you feel much better. Today was the worst and most judgmental day of your life thus far.

Once inside, you found your way near the Sharma’s and the Cowpers.

You can hear the whispers of Cressida and her mother, Araminta, mainly talking about you and what Lady Whistledown wrote of you.

William was fed up, almost going to confront them before Kate Sharma steps in mentioning,

“Maybe the two of you should focus on yourselves. I’m certain that you both would rather not have any sort of prince slipping through your fingers this year.” they scoff and go to fix Credssia’s hair, and outfit.

You mouth a “thank you” as that seems to shut them up about you at least. She nods at you giving a genuine smile. 

The waiting felt like agony, seeing one girl from the next go in with their families, all hoping to be the queen’s favourite. 

Before you go, there is someone you haven’t met before, with someone your brother is talking to. 

“Presenting Miss Zendaya Coleman Presented by her cousin the right honourable, The Viscount Holland,” the presenter says.

So that is whom your brother was conversating with. Lady Whsitledown was right about one thing, Zendaya was stunning.

Next was your turn, to be presented to the queen. You were quite literally shaking, only to be calmed down by William, putting his hand over your quivering one.

“It will be alright, no matter what happens,” he whispers in your ear. 

You nod, then focus your attention back onto the door and path ahead of you.

“Presenting Miss Y/n Beaumont, Presented by the right honourable The Earl of Beaumont.”

The doors are pulled open and you start making your way down, the pressure of the whole world on your shoulders. You look around slightly, around halfway towards the queen, before locking eyes with icy ones, seeming to have the same expression on your face as he did. You had met him before, at the Inn. 

You were sidetracked before stumbling slightly, internally wishing he had not have been there. William had at least stabilized you so you didn’t fall before you continued the rest of the way. The queen at least didn’t seem bored with you, nodding in approval, before on to the next girl. 

You were disappointed in yourself, to say the least, but you were relieved she didn’t respond how she responded to the Feathrington ladies last year, according to the gossip.

After the whole scenario, it was time to get ready for the infamous Brigertion masquerade ball.

You were dressed up as a swan, your house crest. It was simple yet stunning in your opinion, you only wished your outfit for the night would have been the queen’s impression of you.

You put on the final touch, your mask, before heading out with William.

“You do realize you’re not dressed up for the occasion Willy! You have but only a mask!” you remark getting into the carriage, seeing his outfit that was the same as he’d wear to a regular ball.

“Well, you’re the one who’s supposed to shine tonight!” He mentions laughing. 

You roll your eyes at him playfully.

“Well, you need to find someone one day,” you mumble softly.

He shakes his head laughing, “My attention is for your happiness only, Y/n.”

You’re about to rebuttal until the short carriage ride comes to an end, with your arrival at your destination. You bid your thanks to your staff, getting out of the carriage, before admiring the people through the window, before putting on your mask, being led by William inside.

You gaze at the whole place, almost feeling the stares at you, watching as the ton gossips about you which you hoped only good things but expected bad nonetheless.

You start walking in with your arm linked to Williams tightly. He knew when you to anxious.

“Let’s focus on the party, not the people” William mentions, patting your hand gently.

You take a deep breath in, standing up taller, and smiling with grace.

“Beaumont!” a familiar voice shouts coming closer.

You turn to see none other than Anthony Bridgerton, coming to greet your brother. 

“It’s good to see you!” he mentions, patting his back.

“Could I go get some lemonade, I’m quite parched,” you ask, knowing the two friends would want to catch up.

“Yes, Go, Y/n.” he smiles, knowing your mouth got dry when overwhelmed. 

You head over, to the lemonade, with a man already standing there, with a woman. 

He looks up, and you recognize the man and the lady from earlier. It was the viscount Holland and his cousin Zendaya.

“I think I know you, right?” the lady speaks up, smiling at you. 

“Yes, it is, I believe we haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Y/n, and you are?”

“I’m Zendaya, and this is my cousin, Tom.”

He smiles at you with warmth, almost a comfort to him.

“Ah, the Viscount Holland, in Lady Whistledown, I presume,” you mention almost in a playful mocking matter.

“I could say the same to you, Lady Y/n Beaumont.”

Zendaya nudges Tom slightly, motioning to you. He whispers an ‘ow’ to her.

“I believe my cousin, wants me to ask you to dance.” he chuckles. 

“Well, I accept.” you simile kindly.

He extends his hand, and you grab it, feeling his clammy, yet warm hand in yours.

“You do not have to be nervous… is it alright if I call you Tom?”

He nods, “Only if I can call you Y/n.” he smiles, almost feeling that he held the warmth of a hearth of a crackling fireplace.it was comforting possibly could be a home out of the man.

He leads you to the almost empty dance floor, being one of the first to dance with each other. You can see William surprised from the sidelines, yet nodding at you in approval.

You begin dancing with the man, realizing his talent of dancing. 

“You are a good dancer,” you say going in a circle with your hands extended to each other, almost touching.

“My mother made sure I was taught well.” he smiles.

You felt comfortable in the conversation, almost like getting to know a new friend. 

“Well, my mother made sure I had more skills like pianoforte and embroidery, so I might step on your toes, sir,” you mention, jokingly.

“You’re doing swell. You must have more talent than you expect ma’am.” he chuckles.

You giggle back before the dance ends. You both bow at each other, realizing the ton was pointing and gossiping about something else than your past. 

You spend the evening dancing a second time with Tom, surely stirring up some lady Whistledown gossip.

You rest after another dance with Lord Hardy but felt that he was too, boastful to try to dance with him again.

You stand with Penelope Featherington and Elosie, laughing about suitors and especially, the vicious mama’s near the balcony. 

“I cannot believe, Lord Hardy Danced with you! He is so… self-involved.” Eloise mentions, remembering last season when he danced with Daphne. 

“Well, I think Credssia and him would be a perfect match!” you laugh looking over at him talking to her and her mama. You all giggled.

Penelope’s mother, summoned her over, towards her, aggressively motioning her to come hither. 

“I think I must go, it was nice speaking with you again, Y/n,” she mentions, heading over to her mother after bidding her goodbyes and good lucks.

You gaze over the ballroom, before you both land your eyes on one of the diamonds of the season, Edwina Sharma, talking to Anthony, before Kate interrupts almost livid.

“I think I should help my dear brother out. We shall talk later,” she mentions, heading off towards him.

 You nod, turning around, and the balcony catching your eye.

There were a few people outside, so you decided to head out, and catch your breath from all the social interaction. It was quite overwhelming, especially as it was all under the expectation of getting married. 

You took a deep breath, leaning over the balcony, inhaling the fresh air. You take off your mask, staring at it. The whole thing of society was a charade, to keep people confined into a social construct of what men wanted for women, Wives and heirs. 

Was that the only meaning of life? And was love even possible when doubt always sailed in on the horizon? 

“A penny for your thoughts?” A voice asks. A man comes to stand beside you. His blonde hair was swept back perfectly, and when he looked at you, you recognized the icy blue eyes. 

“It’s you. Lady Y/n if I’m not mistaken?” he says, dumbstruck in realization.

“Yes, That is me. I know your face but not your name yet.” You mention.

“Apologies, I’m Harrison, Harrison Osterfield well, Viscount Osterfield if you must know.” He almost cringes at his title. Something you were intrigued to know why, yet you left it as a wonder rather than a known thing for now. He takes off his mask as well, to not only match you but for courtesy.

You study his strong features, with a slight amount of freckles adorning his face, as he does the same to you he finds you striking, in every way.

“So what is a lady doing out here, not enjoy the party?” He asks, out of curiosity.

“I guess because my feet have already done enough dancing. I’m assuming you do not like these much.” You gesture to the ball, having not seeing him inside. 

“I don’t really find these, appealing. The whole marriage market thing is more insane than chasing chickens with their heads cut off.”

You laugh at that one, the analogy describing it perfectly. 

“Then what are you doing here? If you so despise it.”

“Probably the same as all the other men here, Yet I hate how the whole thing is. Choosing of class rather than well... Companionship.”

“Not of love?” you ask.

“It is hard to find love, especially when you’re a- well... rake of sorts.”

“Well, it is hard when all the ton stares at you with pity. No man wants to be the husband of a woman with troubles.”

“I doubt that is true. Any man who can see through the storm will realize there is a light behind you,” he says kindly.

“Well as my Mama Would say, being a rake is only the surface of a man. The integrity of the man is underneath it.”

He smiles at that, genuinely, turning around, leaning against the railing.

“But how do you see the integrity of a man? Especially when the man being a rake is so... prominent?”

“By his actions.” you simply say.

 Harrison nods, hoping at least one woman could see it by his actions.

“And how about you? Why do you think people are looking at you in well- pity?” he asks out of curiosity.

Your mind wanders to that traumatic night.

You had gone off and danced with Lord Dennis, having an enjoyable time. After dancing about, you head over towards your parents talking with a man you did not recognize. It seemed slightly tense before he walked away. 

“What was that about Papa?” he brushed it off, commenting “It’s a nice night no need to ruin it. And how is my favourite daughter doing? Any suitors catch your eye?”  you laugh as he coughs a bit, clearing his throat. 

“I’m your only daughter, and not yet Papa, It is but the first night! but I promise I won’t become a spinster!” 

He laughs, before coughing more. Your mother starts coughing as well. 

Your father takes out his hanker chief, before coughing into it. 

“Well Dear, we love you, so do not make haste where it is not a need to.” your mother says. 

You loved how your mother was so encouraging of you finding whatever it was you wanted in life.

Your father excused himself to grab a lemonade and right then and there your whole life you had ever known had flashed before you. Your father started stumbling, coughing again, blood coming out of his mouth. He was there until he wasn’t.  It wasn’t until the whole ton swarmed the room, around you, William had come rushing in after your mother shrieked in horror. 

You could do all but nothing but stand in shock, staring as William pulled you and your mother away from the scene. You couldn’t even cry, or fathom what was going on, your mind wouldn’t even realize this was all happening. 

You shook off the memory, staring back into his icy blue eyes. 

“I- uh, am... an orphan,” you say almost quiet enough that he couldn’t hear. 

“I’m sorry m’lady.” you wave your hand as if it was no big deal.

“It is over now. There is no reason to fret over it. I only wish that the rest of the suitors could well, see that.”

He nods, before catching someone’s eye in the ballroom.

“Well, unfortunately, I must cut our conversation short. I have someone I must talk to urgently.”

“It was a pleasure talking to you, m’lord.” 

He almost cringes when you say that, before nodding and walking back into the chaos of the dead chickens. 

You decided to enjoy a few more moments outside, in semi solitude. 

“Y/n!” someone whisper yells to you.

you turn around to find William walking in hastily. 

“You should not be out here all alone, Y/n.” you look around to realize that you were alone at last which felt more lonely than it ever has since the passing of your parents, and you could not pinpoint out why. A presence felt missing. 

“Sorry William, I was just- well taking it all in.”

He sighs rubbing his jaw, “What am I to do with you y/n.” he jesters shaking his head covering his small smile. 

You laugh, not knowing the man you were speaking with had a tinge in his chest seeing you laughing with a man. He brushes it off before drowning himself in conversation with Zendaya. 

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