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hotforharrison · 5 years ago

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A Little Something ch 1

Teaser --> Series Masterlist --> Chapter 2

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Reader/Tom Holland

Summary: Tom told you he got you ‘a little something’ for your birthday, but it turned out his gift was about to change your life.

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: A bit of smut and language

A/N: This was originally supposed to be just a shameless threesome oneshot, but it didn’t turn out wanting to be written that way. My muse wants what it wants. Also, I’m polyamorous. (The third in my triad is moving in very soon, so I’m being super poly good happy feelings right now.) There most definitely aren’t enough poly fics out there, especially not ones that are mostly done in a healthy manner. This part is only slightly smutty, but there will be more smut! I have a few different scenarios already in mind.

It was your birthday, and you were insanely excited to see what secret Tom had hidden from you as your birthday surprise. You’d almost broken him a couple times, but he hadn’t relented. The closer it came, the giddier you were.

Tom always came up with the best surprises, even when he insisted it was just ‘a little something,’ like he had this year.

“The surprise is in here,” he told you as you followed him closely, trying not to seem as eager as you actually were.

You walked with him into the living room of his apartment.

Harrison was sitting on the sofa.

“Hi, Harrison,” you greeted him, a bit confused.

He waved at you, looking a bit nervous. “Hey.”

“Are we doing something with Harrison?” you asked, glancing back over at Tom.

“That’s up to you,” Tom said without elaborating.

“You didn’t ask her first?!” Harrison said to Tom.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” Tom responded.

“You don’t just surprise someone with something like this!” Harrison exclaimed, obviously a bit aggravated.

“He told me he just got me a little something. I’m not expecting anything fancy or extravagant,” you said, uncertain of what was going on.

“It’s definitely not little,” Harrison mumbled.

“Tom, um, what did you do?” you asked, turning to your boyfriend.

“I can explain,” Tom started.

“Please do,” you interrupted.

“Uh, do you remember that time with the vibrator and me, when you almost passed out when you came?” Tom asked.

You did remember -- how could you forget the best orgasm of your life?

You hadn’t really played with toys much during sex. You had plenty of fun without them, and it surprised you when Tom brought out a slim vibrating dildo that you hadn’t seen before.

He teased you to the edge with it at least half a dozen times. You’d lost count, only knowing that you were desperate and were starting to feel like he was kind of an asshole.

“I need you, please,” you whined.

“I’m going to try something, love,” he told you.

“Okay?” you responded, simultaneously wondering what he was going to do, and not caring as long as he finally got you off.

He moved your legs over his shoulders, still holding the vibrator inside you. His eyes were on your face as he pressed himself into you next to the vibrator and started thrusting gently and tentatively.

You hadn’t ever felt that full before. It wasn’t something you expected to get that much pleasure from. You were already so close from all the edging that you quickly reached an overwhelming orgasm. Your head was swimming, and you lost awareness for several long moments.

When you drifted back to consciousness, Tom was staring down at you, concerned.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, still trembling with pleasure.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked.

“Yeah. Did you…” you trailed off.

“Oh yeah,” he responded.

That was months ago, and he hadn’t brought it up or took the vibrator back out again. It just stayed in the nightstand with the other infrequently used toys you left at his place. You assumed that it had scared him when you blacked out, and never brought it up again yourself. It had been mind-blowingly amazing, but it wasn’t something you needed, if it made Tom uncomfortable.

“Just to make sure I have this straight, you wanted to give me...a threesome with Harrison for my birthday?” you confirmed.

“Yeah, but only if you want to,” Tom responded. “It’s completely up to you.”

“Why Harrison?” you asked.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him and he looks at you when you don’t think the other notices,” Tom replied.

You swallowed heavily. “I wouldn’t ever cheat on you. You-” you started.

“And I know that, love. I trust you completely. I know Harrison wouldn’t do that to me either. He’s my best mate. But the mutual attraction is obvious, always has been,” Tom explained.

You turned to Harrison. “And how do you feel about this?”

Harrison shrugged. “I’ve always thought you were fucking gorgeous. If Tom hadn’t made a move first, I definitely would’ve. Believe me when I say this is no hardship on my part.”

“Okay, so...now what?” you asked, nervously fidgeting.

Harrison stood up and walked over to you, looking every bit as anxious as you were.

You looked over at Tom. “Can we, uh, kiss?”

“No, you’re only allowed to touch his dick,” Tom teased. “Go ahead.”

Harrison tentatively tipped your chin up as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. It’d be a lie if you said you’d never thought about this. You’d honestly thought about it a lot. You had eyes, and Harrison was definitely very easy on them. You’d even initially been hoping Harrison would approach you after you met them both, before Tom had surprised you and done it first.

You’d had more than a few dreams about Harrison, too, after you started dating Tom. It left you feeling really guilty when you woke up wet because of Harrison, lying next to Tom, who thought you were so turned on for him. You never corrected him, though.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Harrison traced the seam of your lips with the tip of his tongue. You parted your lips to let him in. His tongue brushed against yours languidly while he moved a hand up to tangle in your hair.

You glanced over at Tom out of the corner of your eye, and he was watching you, rapt. If the bulge against the front of his pants was any indication, he was enjoying the show.

It did feel a bit dishonest to be making out with Harrison without Tom knowing the full context, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was Haz, and he was a good kisser.

That was all you needed to close your eyes and enjoy your kiss with Harrison. If he was giving you this gift, you were going to make the most of it.

You explored Harrison’s mouth thoroughly with your tongue, learning him and what he liked as you went.

It had been a couple of years since you kissed anyone other than Tom, and you’d almost forgotten the newness and excitement of a first kiss, especially one you’d wanted for so long. If everything continued to go well, he was a soon to be new partner. Your head was swimming.

When Harrison moved his hand to cup your breast over your shirt, making you moan softly into his mouth, you opened your eyes and immediately noticed he was also watching Tom to gauge his reaction.

Tom noticed, too, and chuckled. “You don’t need to keep looking over here. I’m not going to freak out or anything. I’m enjoying the show.”

Curious about Harrison’s previous comment, you slid your hand down to feel his erection through his pants. You couldn’t get an exact idea through the fabric, but could tell he was definitely gifted in that department.

You broke the kiss, panting. “You weren’t lying when you said it wasn’t little. I don’t know if both of you will fit.”

“We will,” Harrison reassured you. “I wouldn’t just try to shove it in without making sure you were ready.”

“Even if he would, I wouldn’t let him,” Tom added. “This is about making you feel good. We both want that.”

Harrison nodded in agreement.

“God, all the possibilities. I wish you hadn’t sprung this on me suddenly. I’d have made a list to prioritize what I want,” you commented.

“Why do you need to prioritize?” Tom asked.

“I already know you can’t get it up enough times in one night to do everything on my list,” you teased. “Harrison probably can’t either.”

Harrison laughed softly. “Hey, don’t underestimate me.”

“Who says it has to be just one night?” Tom questioned.

“You?” you said, uncertain, and didn’t let yourself think too much about it yet.

“When did I say that?” Tom continued.

“When you said it was a present for my birthday? The last time I checked, a birthday is one day,” you replied.

“We should probably talk about this before we take it any further than we have,” Harrison said.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

You sat down on the middle seat of the couch and patted the cushions on either side of you.

Tom and Harrison joined you, sitting beside you in an awkward silence.

“So, is this or is this not supposed to be a one time thing?” you eventually asked.

“I didn’t really think that far ahead,” Tom admitted. “I just remembered how good it was for you before, and I thought it’d be better for you if you got the real thing.”

You turned to Harrison. “What about you?”

“I’ve fancied you for a long time, and I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to be with you, whatever that ended up being,” Harrison confessed.

“And you?” Tom asked, hand on your thigh.

You looked down at your lap. “I was into Harrison before I was into you. We probably wouldn’t be having this conversation now if he’d asked me out first. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love you now, Tom, more than I can put into words, but my feelings for Harrison never completely went away. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now. I shouldn’t have kissed him without you knowing.”

A few stray tears fell down your cheeks, but Tom was quick to wipe them away with his thumb. “Don’t cry, darling,” he said, pulling you close. “I’m not upset. Haz and I have shared a lot over the years. What’s one more thing?”

“Wait, what?” Harrison spoke up.

“The more I think about it, the more it makes sense,” Tom responded. “Work keeps me away pretty often. I know how lonely you get without me, sweetheart. We spend a lot of time together as a group anyway when I am home.”

“Are you suggesting I...date your girlfriend?” Harrison asked, his surprise obvious.

“I guess I am, or at least that we try it out,” Tom replied, shrugging against you. “If you’re both alright with it, of course.”

“It wouldn’t be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” Harrison said.

“No truer words have ever been spoken.” Tom squeezed your hand. “What about you, love?”

You’d heard about polyamory, but it hadn’t been something you considered for yourself -- not because you were particularly opposed. It just hadn’t come up, and it wasn’t something you felt like you needed to be happy.

The thought of not being so alone while Tom was away for work, and your feelings for Harrison actually being a good thing, made the decision easier than it would have been otherwise.

“Yeah, we can try that.” You paused. “I didn’t expect you to give me a second boyfriend for my birthday.”

“You and me both,” Tom agreed.

“Me either,” Harrison added.

You reached over to grab Harrison’s hand, tugging him closer. “I want you to both hold me.”

Harrison moved closer and wrapped himself around your other side.

You pressed a brief kiss to Tom’s lips, and then turned to tentatively do the same to Harrison while Tom watched.

“You’re not jealous?” you asked Tom as you turned to look at him.

“I’m not,” Tom answered. “I think I would be if it were anybody else, but it’s just Harrison.”

“Just Harrison, huh?” Harrison chuckled.

“You’ll never be ‘just Harrison’ to me,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “I don’t think you could have given me a better present, Tom. I’m not sure how you’re ever going to top this.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Tom promised, smiling at you.

“Speaking of your birthday, I brought a cake and my gift for you. They’re in the kitchen,” Harrison said.

“Cake first, then we figure out how this works in the bedroom?” you proposed.

“Sounds good to me,” Tom said.

“Me too,” Harrison agreed.

You stood and reached out both of your hands, encouraging Tom and Harrison to each take one. “Shall we?”

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andwhatdostarsdobest · 6 years ago

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Here we go again | Part two [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of sex, mild swearing

Summary: The world is wide and Y/N wants to make some memories. After a pit stop in Paris, she is now trying to get to Kalokairi, where she believes great things await. Will wild and funny Haz be an annoyance or an adventure of his own?

Word Count: 4k

Okay part two of this Mamma Mia: Here we go again inspired fic is here. This was a super fun chapter to write, I hope it is just as fun to read!

Songs Included: Why did it have to be me? by Abba

See if you can guess who the third boy Y/N will meet is?

Happy reading, lovelies

masterlist part 1 part 3

‘I'm young, the world is wide, and I want to make some memories.’

You sprint along the jetty, boots falling heavily on the rickety surface and bags banging into your hip.

“Hey, wait,” you throw your free hand in the air, waving frantically at the boat that is slowly getting further away, “wait for me, please.”

You contemplate just dropping your luggage right there on the jetty, you need to catch that boat.

It needs to be that boat.

You can feel it. Something special awaits you on the island and that boat is your only chance to get there.

“Wait,” you shout, hope beginning to diminish as the boat starts pulling away faster.

If you miss this boat, you know that there is a whole world of adventures that you will be missing.

It needs to be today. It needs to be that boat.

You’re almost there, almost at the edge of the dock, feet rhythmically pounding as they attempt to get you there in time.

Two kids sit on the bench at the back of the boat, watching you run after it, knowing you aren’t going to make it. They wave at you as they chuckle to one another, enjoying your failure. You stick your tongue out at them as you curse to yourself.

“Damn, I needed to catch that ferry,” you mutter.

There must be another way to get there today.

You bring your hand up and run it through your hair, ideas whirring through your mind.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there will be another one tomorrow,” a distinctly English voice croons behind you.

“But I really wanted to catch that one,” you sigh, staring after the ferry.

“What’s so important in Kalokairi?” he asks.

“I don’t know yet,” you smile to yourself thinking of all the possibilities that await, “I’ll find out when I get there.”

You turn around still stuck in your daydream.

“Huh, well do you think you’ll miss this?”

A small chuckle escapes his lips as you look up to the person you’ve been conversing with. You’re greeted with eyes so blue they blend in with the ocean around you, sparkling like the water when the golden sun reflects on its surface. You suck in a small breath, your brain buffering. He raises a sculpted eyebrow as he holds one of your bikini tops in front of him.

Cocking your head to the side, you’re finally able to process words again.

“Hey, that’s mine.” You take a step forward, reaching your hand out.

He smoothes the garment against his chest and grins, looking down at it, "what is it not my colour?"

He starts swaying from side to side, “I think I could pull it off.” He winks before starting to whirl around the dock, keeping the swimming costume close to his chest.

“Hey, give it back,” you playfully demand.

He pauses for a moment and scans you up and down, before continuing to twirl. You drop your bags and lunge for him. Jumping on his back, you try to reach around his arms and grab back your possession, but he manages to swat them away every time.

He is still spinning and you’re starting to get dizzy.

Oh no, gonna be sick, gonna be sick.

It seems he is too as he stops and says, “okay, okay, I give in.”

Thank god.

You jump off his back, taking a moment to reorient yourself, your head feeling heavier than normal. When you do you immediately seize your top back. The guy holds his hands up in submission.

This guy is trouble, that’s for sure. You can never trust a guy with a grin so impish and immediate confidence to match.

With his hands still raised he points one finger to the left, his eyes following the line, “can I have those then?”

There he goes with that mischievous smile again. It’s not cute, definitely not really really cute.

You look to where he is pointing. A selection of your clothes is scattered across the dock.

“Urgh god,” you mumble, a light blush blooming across your cheeks as you scramble to pick them up.

You shove them into your bag as you go. As you go to reach for the last top another hand greets yours, travelling up the tanned skin you reach his face and those eyes. They almost make you short circuit for the second time.

“Here,” he offers you the shirt, “I’m Haz, by the way.”

Hey, this isn't no romcom, buddy.

Cramming the top in your bag and zipping it back up you turn back to Haz, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he swirls the name around in his mouth before returning his gaze to you, “I like it, it suits you.”

Hah, not falling for that.

“So, Y/N,” he draws out, letting each syllable roll off his tongue.

“So, Haz,” you mimic.

“Why do you need to get to Kalokairi today?”

“Because I have a dream.”

“And that dream is in Kalokairi?”

He takes a few steps back, leaning on the stern of a boat tied at the jetty.

“I’m almost certain of it,” your mind wonders again, “I can feel it.”

“Hmm.” Haz bites his lips, seemingly mulling over a decision. In a flash, he has jumped onto the boat.

He regally strides across the deck, very deliberately gliding his hand along the railing.

“Shame you missed that boat then,” he teases.

Watching him walk along the boat it suddenly clicks.

“You know what would be great?” You ran your tongue over your teeth.

He stops and grips the rope railings, eyes wide, “what’s that?”

Definitely more trouble than he’s worth.

“Well, if someone I knew already had a boat,” you pause for emphasis, “perhaps a stranger who I just met but would be willing to sail me over to the little island.”

“Huh, now wouldn’t that be a stroke of luck.”

Haz runs his hand through his honey hair, “now I bet this stranger would be young, spontaneous and roguishly handsome.”

You roll your eyes, “he’s probably passable looking,” you gesture towards the boat, “but he has a boat.”

Waggling your eyebrows at him, you await his response.

This guy is going to get on your nerves but it's worth it if it means that you can get to Kalokairi. Anything would be worth it if you could get to Kalokairi.

“Yeah, that would be really great,” he begins.

He leans back, his hands still gripping the railing, stopping him from falling. His shirt tightens around his biceps as they strain under the added pressure, whilst the veins worm their way to the surface and create a pattern across the skin. You can tell he is building up the anticipation with his silence. He is loving every second of this.

The tease.

He releases his grip on the railings.

“Shame this is not my boat.”

Fucking trouble, I knew it. Not to mention a waste of time.

Your mouth falls open, all this flirting wasted. Now you still had no way to the island and you had just wasted your time trying to win this stranger over.

Haz leaps off the boat and reaches you in three elongated strides.

He pouts, “I was just trying to impress the pretty girl.”

“Urgh, I haven’t got time for this, I need to get to Kalokairi.” You push his chest lightly, picking up your bag and making your way back down the jetty.

Five fingers wrap themselves around your wrist, pulling gently, you turn your head, not really interested in anything else Haz has to say.

There is a glint in his eye, “I’m only joking, pretty girl.”

“Y/N,” you grumble.

Haz unfurls his fingers from around your wrist and your arm drops by your side.

“I was joking, this my boat,” he winks, “Y/N.”

You straighten up. “You sure?”

He looks down at your bag and then back up to your face, “well, seems like you don’t have a choice. Come on, I have time to take you to Kalokairi, it only takes a day.”

Is this a good move? He is a stranger. But a stranger with a boat. And you do need a boat. What’s the worse that could happen anyway?

You scan him up and down.

“Kalokairi awaits,” you exclaim, before skipping past him and hauling yourself up onto the boat, dumping your bag at the first opportunity.

“Come on,” you call behind you.

Haz rushes after you, a big smirk spreading over his face.

You sit on the boat, a silence overcoming the two of you, bouncing your leg up and down to keep you busy.

The silence continuing for the next twenty minutes, the only interaction you two share being a glance and a shrug.

Perhaps you won’t have to worry about him causing trouble?

The next five minutes go by and still nothing but nail picking and determinedly staring out at the rushing water.

You hear a huff to your side and Haz states, “well this isn’t going well.”

Does it make it more awkward to mention how awkward it is, or less? You can never tell.

Your expression remains stagnant as you try to figure out where to take this.

“So,” you try, “how often do you take your boat out?”

“Oh no,” Haz puffs, “this is not happening. I have a beautiful girl on my boat and I can’t let that opportunity go to waste.”

You raise an eyebrow.

A smile broadens on his face and he leaps up.

Sidling down next to you, he places a finger under your chin, lifting it to look at him.

“When you were lonely,” he belts out.

What the hell is he doing?

“You needed a man,” he flexes his arm, flashing you a cheeky grin.

“What the fu-" you start before he puts a finger to your lips shushing you.

“Someone to lean on, well I understand,” he continues.

You’re stunned into silence. Is he really singing right now? What’s his motive with this?

“It’s only natural,” he jumps up, solidly landing on the decking and holding one hand close to his heart and pointing the other towards you, “but why did it have to be me?”

“Ahh,” you gasp, mouth agape.

Haz is suddenly filled with all this relentless energy, he swivels on the spot and ducks under the sail. He watches you, waiting for you to get up and join him but all you can do is just keep staring at him incredulously.

He may be an idiot, but you have to admit that you want to jump up and join him.

But you won’t, he doesn’t get you that easily.

When you don’t move, Haz ducks back under the sail and throws himself down next to you, the toothy grin never once leaving his mouth.

“Nights can be empty, nights can be cold.” He yawns and lifts his arm, letting it settle on your shoulder.

“So you were looking for someone to hold.” His hand creeps further around your shoulder and he taps his fingers on your bare skin. The sensation sets your body tingling and brings your attention to the fact his arm is around you.

I said not that easily.

You tap his hand and it drops behind you. Rising to your feet and shaking your head. Even though you're trying so hard not to find this charming.

He holds his hands up in mock submission, “that’s only natural. But why did it have to be me?”

Haz frowns, his eyes widening and sucking you in for a second. You shake your head to escape their trance.

For a moment his energy diminishes, he mutters under his breath, “Ummm, awkward question, but do you not know this song?”

Now it’s your turn to do some teasing.

“I do,” you answer, your tongue resting on your incisors.

He closes one eye in concentration, trying to work out what you are saying.

Slowly he suggests, “so, you just don’t feel like singing?”

The faintest splotches of pink start to appear on Haz’s face as he waits for your reply.

I’ve let him suffer enough now. Besides who doesn’t love a bit of Abba.

You stare into his eyes for several seconds before flashing your own. You reach behind and pick up a sun-bleached captain’s hat, putting it on jauntily.

“I was so lonesome, I was blue,” you sing, holding one hand against your chest and wiping away pretend tears with the other.

Haz’s face lights up, now that you are in on the game.

“I couldn’t help it, it had to be you and I,” you sing.

Haz reaches forward and grabs the hat from you. He breaks out into laughter, his tongue held in between his teeth as his body rocks. Lines appear around his mouth and under his eyes, making his face looked lived in.

Cute.

“Always thought you knew the reason why,” he winks and starts walking towards you. You throw up your hand to keep him at bay.

Walking backwards, you sing, “I only wanted a little love affair.”

His eyebrows raise at that and he brings your hand into his chest, still walking towards you. You continue to walk backwards.

“Now I can see you are beginning to care,” Haz lulls.

You jump up onto the raised decking, looking down at him, “but baby, believe me. It’s better to forget me.”

Catching both your breath for a moment, you look each other over, ending at each other’s eyes simultaneously. Your heart flutters somewhat as you look into those magical eyes. Maybe it wasn’t the island itself that promised magic, perhaps it was the journey there.

“Men are toys in the game that you play,” Haz sings as you pull him up to meet you, breathing out the last few words.

His hands rest on your waist and one corner of his mouth curls up, “when you get tired, you throw them away. That’s only natural.”

You groan, trying to wriggle free, but his hands only get tighter.

“But why did it have to be me?” Haz dips you, one of your hand falls back behind your head and grazes the wooden floor. You let out a little scream that morphs into a giggle when you see the innocent look plastered all over Haz’s face. With a little too much force he brings you back up, unbalancing you and you fall against him. When you look up he is looking far too smug, so you push away from him.

Trailing your fingers along the bottom of the sail, you walk slowly in front of him.

“Falling in love with a woman like you,” he walks behind you, “happens so quickly, there’s nothing to do.”

You stop, holding onto the sail and popping your hip. Haz falls to his knees and brings his hands up around your bum, a growl escaping his lips.

“It’s only natural. But why did it have to be me?” you trill.

Laughter warms your body and you throw your head back, enjoying yourself far too much.

In unison, you sing, “I was so lonesome.”

Haz gets to his feet and chases you under the sail, but he slips and slides off the raised decking. This time the laughter doesn’t just warm you, it shakes your entire body. He rolls onto his back, defeated, “I was blue.”

You can’t catch a breath in between your guffawing. Your eyes are starting to water. You just manage to exhale, “I couldn’t help it,” breaking off before you can finish the lyric.

Haz catches it immediately, “it had to be you and I. Always thought you knew the reason why.”

He flips over onto his knees and begins crawling towards you.

“I only wanted a little love affair.”

He pushes himself to his feet, right in front of you, his eyes almost level with your own. He leaves barely an inch between you both and you can feel his shaky breath against the skin of your cheek. Your mouth is slightly ajar.

What was I saying about him before? He's trouble. Hmm, maybe trouble is good.

You suck in a breath, “now I can see,” Haz harmonises, “you are beginning to care. But baby, believe me. It’s better to forget me.”

Both your chests rise up and down at a rapid rate as you try to catch your breath and probably regain your composure. Haz starts to lean in a little, breath out, breath in, lean in a little more, breath out, until the tip of his nose is just grazing yours.

I think it’s too early for trouble yet.

“I think it’s too early for trouble,” you whisper.

“Huh, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Nothing.” Shaking your head, you walk towards the stairs down to the cabin, “where am I sleeping?”

Haz opens his mouth to speak, a glint in his eye.

You blurt out, “and don’t say with you.”

“We’ll see about that,” he purrs.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

You roll over in bed, away from the white moonlight that seeps in through the porthole. Sighing, you flip on your stomach, then to your other side, then to your back, unable to get comfortable on the unfamiliar bed. The blanket that you have drawn around you itches and you’re sharing your bed with an abundance of Haz’s stuff. You’ve never been good at sleeping away from your bed but tonight you just can’t seem to get any rest at all, not even a measly five minutes.

You sigh out in frustration.

Bet Haz is sleeping like a baby. Dickhead.

Not wanting to wake him you lay still, looking up at the ceiling. The moonlight is bouncing around the room reflecting off the water in your glass, causing shimmery waves above you. You watch them roll across the ceiling, trying to find peace in them. The tranquillity you require to sleep. They don’t help. You thrash your legs out in front of you, wiggling on your bed, trying to shake off all the restless energy.

Click.

You freeze, unable to identify the sound. The door behind you slides open and Haz steps out, yawning. You quickly snap one eye shut but hold the other one open curious about what your sailing companion is up to in the middle of the night, something telling you that you should pretend to be asleep. Until he walks past your bed.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” You throw your hands up to cover your eyes whilst trying to turn your head away from the very naked boy in front of you.

"Ahh," Haz screams. He whips around towards the voice, squinting to try to make you out in the dark cabin.

You risk peeking through your eyes and instantly regret it.

“Cover it up,” you shout.

For a second Haz seems confused, then he looks down and realises his lack of clothes.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, bringing his hand down to protect his modesty.

He scratches the back of his head, sleep still fogging his brain.

“Sorry, I thought you were asleep,” he apologises.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

The silence that follows, although only a few seconds feels like a lifetime. If this were a film, you would be able to hear crickets.

“You can take your hands down now,” he says.

“Hmm, I would feel safer if you were wearing this,” you move your hand across your bed feeling for your blanket. When you get a firm grip of it, you throw it in his direction.

A couple more painfully awkward seconds pass.

“Alright, you can look now,” Haz repeats.

Tentatively you uncover your face, barely opening your eyes in case you are greeted with a less than welcome site again.

Haz has wrapped the blanket around his hips, where it is hanging dangerously loose. He catches you staring and pulls it slightly tighter. Even in this low light, you can see the definition of his abs, the strong curve of his biceps. The blanket is slung low enough for you to see the strong v formation that almost looks like an arrow pointing down towards…

Oh fuck, you weren’t supposed to find him hot.

Lucky it’s dark so he can’t see how hot and bothered you’re becoming.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

You nod in response.

“Huh,” he smirks, “liking what you see?”

Oh great, he’s found his confidence again, didn’t take long.

“Okay, I’m going back to sleep.”

You roll onto your side, curling up into a small ball. A tiny chill makes its way down your spine as you really notice the absence of the blanket.

“Wait,” Haz says, his voice becoming quieter, a softness creeping in.

Maybe that’s why you decided to reply.

“What?” you grumble.

“If neither of us can sleep, why don’t we stay up together,” he trails off at the end.

You move so you are looking at him, “and what exactly do you think we’ll be doing together.”

“Just talking.”

That took you back, maybe his mind wasn't always as depraved as you thought. You furrow your brow, wondering what his intentions are with this. This boy always seems to have an ulterior motive. But you can’t sleep and it would be nice to have someone to pass the time with and if he tries anything, well then, you’ll just throw him out.

“Sure,” you concede.

Haz simply radiates warmth after this and clambers onto your bed, keeping a respectful distance.

“So, Y/N, what are you really looking for in Kalokairi?”

Haz is wild and such a funny guy, one thing led to another and …

The boat bobs along the water unevenly, tiny waves lapping at its edges as it draws into the dock.

In front of you lies Kalokairi, you can’t believe you’ve finally made it. You were ready to make some memories. Even the shore felt special, the pale sand interspersed with an assortment of beautiful shells, small clusters of grains being brushed around by the light breeze. The sun reflected off the water, making it twinkle. Something you had only seen in perfect pictures. Past the beach was a stone covered path that seemed to wrap itself round and round the island. Intensely green trees carved its way.

It was like a postcard. It didn’t seem real.

As soon as the boat knocks against the wooden planks of the dock you scramble up and leap from it. Running down to the end and sinking your feet in the sand, a coolness spread through your toes as the sand settles between them. You heard heavy breaths behind you, so you spin around.

“Don’t forget these, sweetheart.” Haz held out your bags, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

“Thanks,” you beam.

You look back to the island, “it’s wonderful, isn’t it.”

“Mmm, sure is,” Haz rests a hand on your shoulder, “look are sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Yes, yes, stop worrying, I’ll be fine.”

You lean up and kiss his cheek, “thank you again for taking me here.”

You think you see him bite the inside of his cheek.

“It’s no problem, really,” he takes a step back, nodding his head solidly, “right, well, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks to check on you, make sure you haven’t gotten into too much trouble.”

“I don’t think it’s me you should worry about getting into trouble,” you chide.

Walking backwards from Haz, you wave at him and he gets the message. He makes his way back to the boat and clambers aboard, untying it from the dock.

“See you soon, Y/N” he shouts.

You blow him a kiss, then turn back to face the beach.

You’ve got a whole island to explore.

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hollandcuties · 6 years ago

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lauras-collection · 3 years ago

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call me names ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

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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 :’)

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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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mrs-hollandstan · 4 years ago

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Welcome Home || Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: language I think, mentions of pregnancy, kiddos, Tommo and Haz being cute little loves, minor angst

Word Count: 2,913

Author's Note: I was so torn between this and a dad!Sam fic that I'm O B S S E S S E D with so I still might post it. This one was written a while ago, but with the magic of editing I've made it a little better haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Harrison's schedule made it hard to be apart. You had seen a lot of time away because he and Tom are best friends. The two of them used to always travel together and that excluded you most of the time. But with that, it was always Tom working and Harrison sitting off to the side, facetiming you until his phone literally ran down to the last percentage. But when its him that's working, and he misses his wife and his little boy, it is the hardest thing ever. Hearing him bawl over the phone because you sent him a video of your son being tickled is so so sad. When he facetimes you, he won't even look at the camera, thinking you'll react negatively to him being gone so much, your son growing up without him there most of the time. When he finally did look up, his eyes were red and he kept rubbing tears from them.

The day he finally came back was sooner than expected. He was expected back on Friday and was back by Tuesday. At first you thought it might be an intruder creeping into your son's room but upon further inspection, you found that Harrison was the more logical explanation and finding his car parked in the driveway confirmed the suspicion. Slowly standing and blinking the sleep from your eyes, you wander down the dark hall to Jackson's room. You smile when Harrison comes into sight, his hair still parted and gelled off to the side, the body of your two year old cradled to his chest. He rocks the little one who's still asleep in his arms, Harrison's head laid over Jackson's.

"Welcome home soldier." You say gently, Haz's head snapping up, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hips don't stop swaying methodically, but an exhausted smile crosses his face. Gently laying your little boy down, he takes the few strides forward, dragging you into his arms and dipping you to kiss you. You giggle into his lips, holding his broad shoulders. He stands you straight after a moment,

"You're so cheesy." You rasp out, covering your mouth and squealing when he raises you in the air, your legs binding around his waist. He chuckles low in his throat,

"My god I missed you so much." He growls, letting you run your fingers through his hair. You lean in to kiss his nose, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We missed you too my love." When your son groans and whines quietly, tossing and turning in bed, Haz sets you down, eyes wandering to the little two year old,

"If he wakes up can he come to bed with us?" He asks, like he's a second child. You shrug, stroking his shoulders over the long sleeved shirt that sticks to his muscular arms,

"Sure." Crouching beside the bed, Harrison looks down at his little boy longingly. You remember that look as the same he had on his face the day Jackson was born. The curiosity, the fear, the love; he felt it all, mostly all at once. The way Jackson wasn't planned but you both wanted him. The way you both craved to hold this little human in your arms. And the way when this little baby was laying in Harrison's arms, he was absolutely in love all over again. And it was just the three of you for the longest time, and still. You eloped in secret, keeping it from even your closest friends and family once the stress of having a baby was over. Of course Tom was pissed he wasn't gonna be a best man, but holding Jackson overpowered that. Uncle Tom was just as in love with the little boy staring up at him as Harrison was, and when that little one started to whimper and whine, Tom was on it, calming the baby back down to a neutral temper like only he and Harrison could do.

"You should go take a shower. I'll bring him to bed for you." You softly say, walking forward and wrapping an arm around him. He smiles, stroking the little one's cheek again as he's broken from his thoughts,

"Yeah. I'll be right there okay?" Standing and kissing your forehead, he exits the room just as swiftly as he entered, leaving you to lean in and kiss Jackson's forehead. He whimpers again before his eyes flutter open, blinking a few times before he frowns slightly at the sight of you before him,

"Momma?" You smile, stroking the sandy colored locks of hair from his eyes,

"Hi baby. Daddy's home, you wanna see him?" He's suddenly fully awake, sitting up and nodding as he holds his arms out for you. Lifting him, you carry him down the hallway, following the noise into the bathroom where Harrison is vigorously washing his hair,

"Who is that?" You quip down to your son, Harrison quickly rinsing his hair and peeking from behind the frosted glass to smile at the two of you. Jackson makes grabby hands at his father leaving you to giggle as Harrison's eyes flash in panic,

"Daddy!" Haz swallows,

"Ahh shoot uhm, just give me one second baby. Lemme finish my shower." You lean against the counter, pressing your lips to Jackson's temple in soft, almost non-existent kisses,

"We can wait huh? Just stay right here?" Jackson nods, resting against your chest and tucking his thumb in his mouth. You kiss his forehead,

"We've waited long enough now, huh lovebug?" He nods again, looking up as Harrison turns the water off. Quickly drying himself and wrapping a towel around his waist, he holds his arms out, taking the overexcited boy into them. Jackson snuggles into his father, letting Harrison kiss his hair,

"I missed you so much buddy. I thought about you every day." You smile, rubbing Jackson's back softly as they just hold each other. Harrison follows you out into your bedroom, watching as you walk to your closet to fetch him a pair of boxers, crouching and letting him step into them before dragging them up his legs. Taking the towel, you gently ruffle his hair and toss it in the hamper, pushing him back against the bed. He practically falls onto it, cradling Jackson to his chest. He holds an arm out when you crawl in beside him, ducking under the covers and wrapping your arms around both boys when he lays Jackson between the two of you. You kiss the back of Jackson's head, finding Harrison's eyes,

"He missed you so much." You murmur. He nods, moving hair from in front of Jackson's eyes,

"I know. I missed the both of you so damn much." Wrapping your legs around one of his own, you sigh, rubbing his chest,

"I love you." He smiles, leaning over your little boy to kiss your forehead,

"I love you too. I swear to you that if I have to be gone that long you'll come okay? Just for a little bit at least. No more leaving you for that long again." You nod, closing your eyes as he kisses your cheek. He rubs your arm, humming gently to Jackson. When you open your eyes again, he glances up at me,

"Babe?" He poses softly after a moment. You nod, reaching out to stroke his cheek,

"Yeah?" He licks his lips and kisses Jackson's forehead,

"Can we have another baby?" He asks. You smile, his crystal colored eyes searching your own. He sighs, looking down at Jackson,

"I just want another one. I really want a baby girl. I just want another baby honestly." You nod, running your thumb over his cheekbone,

“You’ve asked before silly.” You incur. He smiles when you lean in to kiss his nose,

“And you’ve never told me yes. I just keep shootin blanks.” You giggle again, his lips trapping yours in,

“I do want another one. I love Jax and I’m not gonna push but-”

“Yes.” He looks up, his mouth hanging open as he looks between your eyes,

“Yeah?” You nod,

“I’ve been thinking about it while you were gone.” You admit. He smiles,

“You’re amazing.” You giggle,

“Yeah yeah, go to sleep Mr. Osterfield. All of us are exhausted.” You murmur, leaning in to kiss Jackson's forehead. He nods, rolling on his back. Lifting Jackson, he switches sides with him, laying himself between the two of you. Jackson whines, laying his head over Haz’s shoulder. Haz tsks and kisses his forehead as you drape an arm over Haz's waist,

“I’m not goin anywhere Jax.” Snuggling into his back, you sigh,

“I’m glad you’re home Hazzabear.” You mumble in his ear. He hums,

“Me too love, me too.”

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Harrison didn’t let the two of you out of his sight for the next few weeks. He was constantly playing with Jackson, insisting that you all be in the same room. Jackson slept in your bed for a few more days after Haz returned, Harrison holding the both of you. The only time it was just you and him was when Jackson was in his room taking a nap, Harrison having set aside this time for the two of you to focus on getting pregnant with baby number two. And around two and a half weeks later he had reshoots during the day which was when you'd discovered his wish had come true. Most times Jackson wanted to go with him which Haz quickly obliged to. One of the days Harrison had reshoots, you were terribly sick, nausea and morning sickness halting any plans you'd made. Growing excited despite the circumstances, you took four pregnancy tests and squealed and jumped around the room when all four came back positive. Quickly running to your local store, you got a few unisex onesies and pacifiers, setting up a small box with the tests and clothes you'd gotten. Nervously cleaning the kitchen, Harrison and Jackson came barreling into the house shortly after, giggling. You smile, leaning in to kiss Haz when he enters the kitchen,

“How was it?” You ask. He nods, sitting Jackson on the island,

“It was good. Uncle Tom stopped by so Jax was pretty happy. Got him to play some games we're normally too preoccupied to do.” He explains. You nod, Harrison leaning on the counter on his hands, bumping into the box. He glances back at it and frowned,

“What’s this darling?” He asks inquisitively. You shrug nonchalantly,

“I dunno… why don’t you open it, find out.” He quirks an eyebrow before turning to it and taking the lid off. Looking over the contents, it takes only a moment before his eyes widen and his head snaps back up to meet your eyes,

"Are you serious?" You nod,

"Found out this morning." You inform. He crumbles to his knees, pulling up your shirt as you giggle. Jackson giggles along with you, looking down at his father,

"What doing daddy?" He poses sweetly,

"Mummy's pregnant Jax." Harrison whispers breathlessly, running a hand over your belly. He looks up at you, his eyes sparkling in tears and a soft smile crossing his face when you pinch his chin,

"Congrats daddy, you've got another baby on the way." He chuckles, sniffling and looking back down at your skin as if he could see the baby. You smile, stroking his hair,

"Can I tell Uncle Tom too?" You pose. He chuckles again,

"You'll give Uncle Tom a heart attack." He murmurs. Picking your phone up, you send a quick text to Tom, telling him you'd love to have him for dinner. He replies almost immediately saying he'd love to and he'd be over in ten minutes.

When he arrives, he hugs you, kissing your cheek and cheerily saying, "'ello darling." He turns to Jackson, lifting him into the air,

"Hey Tommy, there's something for you in that box." You chime, jutting your chin out to the same box Haz had opened. Holding Jax on his hip, Tom struts over to the box, pulling the lid off and peeking inside. Much like Harrison had, it took just a moment and a furrow in his brows for him to understand, his eyes widening as he looks up at you,

"Jax is gonna be a big brother?" You giggle and nod,

"You're getting another niece or nephew Uncle Tommy." He gasps, rushing forward and drawing both you and Harrison into a hug,

"Oh my God guys, congrats!" He cheers. You giggle once more,

"Thank you." Pulling back, he runs a hand over your belly,

"Great, another kiddo to spoil. God Harrison, thanks mate." Tom jokes. Harrison smiles and shrugs,

"I want a little girl." He informs. Tom tsks and cocks his head,

"I'll steal her. I'll steal that little girl. She'll be the cutest little thing ever and I won't be able to resist her." He tells the both of you matter-of-factly. Harrison shakes his head,

"You're not stealing my little girl." Harrison murmurs. Tom bounces Jax on his hip,

"Just imagine it Haz, the cutest baby girl ever layin in a lil Spider-Man onesie her Uncle Tommy gave her." You smile, Harrison laying his hand over your hip,

"You hear this guy babe?" He asks. You nod,

"I do. I think he could sneak her out. You know how he is." You joke with a wink shot Tom's way. Tom chuckles,

"Just saying that if you get a little girl and she ends up missing then there's no need to panic, she's with her favorite uncle." Harrison tsks again, not responding to Tom's pestering. Tom grows bored, looking down at Jax,

"Are you gonna be a good big brother J?" He asks,, fixing the little boy's shirt. Jackson nods, playing with Tom's watch,

"You want a little brother or a little sister?" He asks. Jax shrugs, giggling when Tom tickles him,

"I think you'd do really good with a baby sister little man. I think you'll be a good big brother." He adds. Leaning in, you kiss Harrison's cheek,

"I think we gotta worry about Haz here. How good of a daddy are you gonna be to a new baby?" You ask. Tom snickers,

"I mean I can take over your family Harrison, it's no big deal." Tom jokes. Haz frowns,

"Uhm no. This is my family." You smile, leaning into Harrison,

"We are your family, regardless though. No matter what, Uncle Tommy is always welcome." You inform. Tom smiles, taking the step forward to wrap his arm around you. Rubbing your back, he leans in and kisses your temple,

"Thank you love. I love your little family. Its like you're my wife and these are my kids too. You're the sweetest." He tells you. You smile up at him, crinkling your nose and laying your head over his shoulder,

"Someone's gotta be here when times get tough. And that's the Osterfield family." Tom tsked,

"You're the sweetest." When the potatoes behind you boiled over,you gasp and turn in their arms, both men chuckling as you pull them off the stove,

"Why don't you guys go set the table while I finish dinner." Haz nods, leading Tom and Jax off, a steady stream of giggles and the clanking of silverware ringing through the air softly. As you dish the food up, you smile, listening to Tom growl at his nephew, making the little boy squeal,

"Need some help beautiful?" Harrison quizzes quietly, poking his head in the kitchen,

"Yes please, can you grab these two bowls." He nodded, grabbing the two bowls and following you into the dining room. Tom looks up, smiling as you set a plate before him,

"Technically you could've left after I told you I was pregnant." You tease. He chuckles, bouncing Jax in his lap,

"I was invited to dinner, I'm staying for dinner." He mumbles. You smile, sitting between him and Harrison. Looking between them you smile,

"I love my boys. All three... maybe four of them." You tell them. Tom smiles, laying his hand face up on the table. Placing your hand in his, you take Harrison's too. He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, his eyes glistening in love,

"I'm so in love with you baby. You put up with all my shit and you put up with my best mate's shit. You married me and had my babies and I don't think I can thank you enough. It's tough, especially when I'm away, but you make coming back so much easier. I love you." Harrison lectures. Tom rubs your knuckles with his thumb when you click your tongue and reach forward to stroke Harrison's cheek,

"I love you too baby. There's nowhere I'd rather be, no one I'd rather be with than you. You're an amazing husband and father and..." You look to Tom, "assistant." Tom smiles and nods,

"You're amazing Haz." He concurs. You smile, watching a blush rise to his cheeks. You hold your glass up,

"To our Harrison. A brave, strong, amazing man." Tom raised his glass, making Jax raise his sippy cup to be just like his uncle,

"To Harrison." He kisses Jax's forehead, "and daddy huh little dude?" Jax nods, Tom chuckling. Harrison raises his own glass,

"To my family. My gorgeous wife, my adorable little boy, my new sweet little babe... and my brother." Tom smiles, holding his glass against yours, Harrison clinking the three of them together,

"To our family."

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tommybaholland · 4 years ago

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morning kisses with haz [1.5k follower special]

featuring: harrison osterfield

prompt: lazy morning kisses before either one has opened their eyes, not wanting to wake up, mumbling incoherently

i have yet to watch the irregulars...or cherry... or chaos walking...don’t look at me. anyway, i played around with this idea and went a little further with the prompt. enjoy!

harrison groaned as the morning light hit his half-lidded eyes, squeezing them shut to relieve the discomfort. he slowly turned over to glance at his phone briefly. turns out it wasn’t morning at all and was well past noon. 12:30 to be exact.

“oh my god,” he spoke under his breath, putting his phone back down on the nightstand.

he lazily flopped back around, scooting his way closer over to you. just the look of you all snug under the duvet was lulling him back to sleep. he placed a hand on your back, lightly shaking the cotton fabric of your t-shirt against your body.

“babe,” he spoke softly. “baby, we overslept. we need to wake up.”

you let out your own groan before turning around to face him, pressing your face into the pillow, muffling your words.

“do i have to?”

it was no surprise to him that you didn’t want to get up. if you had slept this late, you were already too far gone. that wasn’t going to stop him from trying though.

“yes. you have to get up. we slept through our late alarm.”

“but it’s sunday,” you whined.

“i know it is, baby,” he affirmed, flipping you over onto your back so he could lay on top of you. “but we can’t sleep the entire day away.”

he began to press kisses to your face in an attempt to get you to wake up. he started with your cheeks and worked around the exposed area.

“sure we can,” you refuted quietly.

“no. we can’t, love. we both have things to do tomorrow and you need a normal sleep schedule. you won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he explained.

you groaned again at his logic, knowing that he was right. “but we were up late last night so i’m tireddddd.”

“i know we stayed up late. you’re such a night owl,” he teased.

your eyes finally opened up. “am not. you have to take some credit too.”

“alright, yeah. i will admit that i had part in that,” he smirked, pressing his lips to yours for the first time that morning. “you seem to be more awake now.”

“five more minutes.”

“oh, uh-uh. we’re not playing that one. c’mon, open those pretty eyes for me.”

he trailed kisses from the corner of your lips, over your cheek, across your jaw, and down your neck. he nibbled lightly on your skin as he hugged you closer to him. your hands idly rested on his bare shoulders until he felt you press against him, making him flip over onto his back.

“oh, good. are you getting up-- baby, this is not what i meant.”

you were now lying on top of him, snuggling against his chest and a content smile on your face as your eyes closed again.

harrison sighed in defeat. “we can lay here for a half-hour more but that’s it, okay?”

“mm-hmm,” you mumbled.

“and you can’t fall asleep,” he reminded, shaking your shoulder a bit. “or else i’ll fall asleep and then we’ll wake up at, like, 4 pm.”

you let out a long sigh before tilting your head up towards him. “okay, i’m awake.”

“thank you, darling,” he replied, leaning down to capture your lips with his again.

he shifted underneath you as you rubbed your hand over his chest, teasing him by going lower over his abdomen and to the waist of his shorts before coming back up.

“what are you doing?”

“nothing.”

“nothing, huh? that doesn’t look like nothing,” he replied, smirking as he moved your arm up to wrap around his neck. his hands pressed your waist into his body.

“is this how you’re thanking me for letting you stay in bed a little longer or is this just a ploy to keep us here?”

you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. he pressed you forward, kissing you once more, one of his hands coming up to caress your jaw.

“now, we have something very important to talk about, babygirl,” he announced once you pulled away. you hummed in response, still waking up.

“what do you want for breakfast?”

night three of the special writing event! requests are still welcome..

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forpeopleidontknow · 5 years ago

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I Promise || Head Canon || h.o.

Summary: You and Harrison are quarantined together. You get reminded how much this boy loves you.

Warning: none! Just a quick fluff

Word Count: 400

A/N: So while I’m riding out this Harrison obsession I thought I would make a headcanon, I believe that this is what it is called. I hope you enjoy!

You and Harrison are dating during the quarantine, but with your house plants and his Tom, you had to alternate who’s flat you stayed at

As much as Harrison loved being with his mates, he loved your flat more. It was a private nook for just you in him. Leaving you two to your most intimate moments together. It was a cozy studio that was littered with plants and books about whatever hobby you were into that week.

You rolled over in your bed for what felt like the millionth time this night to look at clock.

“4:57”

You squeeze your eyes shut and lightly groan. You decide you might as well start your day. You get up out of the bed, get a glass of water and head to the bathroom.

Maybe you were too loud or Harrison noticed that you weren’t there to provide his sleeping body with warmth, but either way he was up now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”

“You didn’t, love. What are you doing up at 5 am?”

“I couldn’t sleep”

He gets up, he walks towards you, snaking his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso, bringing your face into his chest. A smile being painted across your face, breathing in his scent, feeling at peace for the first time that night.

Something everybody knew about Haz was that he would do anything for you. You were his everything. He always wanted to make sure you were safe, happy, and taken care of. He would kill anyone who hurt you even if it was as small as someone stepping on your shoe by accident.

You loved that about Harrison. His attempts to go above and beyond to make you feel loved and nothing in this world could compete with that feeling.

“You can wake me up next time. We can have a movie marathon or we can read or whatever you want to do. I’m always going to be here for you, love. I promise.”

He removes one of his arms to hold out his pinky. You interlock you pinky with his and look up at his icy blue eyes.

You two leaning into kiss. A perfectly choreographed dance that your lips knew too well.

“I love you sweetheart”

“I love you more Osterfield”

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svedone-writes · 5 years ago

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it was always you | t.h. | year one, part one

pictures from the esquire china shoot and the man about town shoot, others are stock/public domain, moodboard created by me!

series masterlist

series summary: tom holland is your boy next door–well, technically, he’s the boy across the hall, but that’s not important. what isimportant is that you’re now in college, the perfect time to branch out and try something new. tom is the perfect way to do that: he’s attractive, funny, kind, caring–and unfortunately, not into you…or so you think.

chapter summary: you arrive at college and quickly become friends with your boy-across-the-hall (gee, that’s a mouthful) tom holland. he’s apparently not into you, though, which makes your drunken confession even more awkward.

warnings: mature language, underage drinking

word count: 9.1k

author’s note: my first series! i’m very excited to share this with you all. a few notes: in this, tom has experience acting/dancing (he mentions he was in billy elliot) but has not made it big. the reader is female--i tried making the reader as gender neutral as possible, but later on in the series there will be smut and i only know how to write that from a female perspective. also, ____ pretty much means y/n, i just prefer to use that instead. anyway, enjoy!

your stomach was a bundle of nerves and excitement. it was your first day of college—the beginning of the rest of your life, or at least that’s what everyone said. you’d take classes, figure out your place in the world, and be on your own for the first time.

yeah, okay, that might be a little too romanticized. and technically it wasn’t your first day of classes (those didn’t start until tomorrow). but! you were moving in, and that felt like enough of a beginning for you. you were pulling a cart full of your belongings, gripping your new room key tight in your hand and carefully reading the numbers on all of the doors to find your dorm. there were a lot of other students here on your floor already, and you passed a few rooms with doors already open and briefly got glances of students and their parents unpacking luggage and setting up futons. unfortunately, your family couldn’t make it to help you move in, but you found that you didn’t mind much. you didn’t have much to move in, anyway, since your roommate graciously offered to bring a lot of the bigger items (like your fridge and futon) as long as you stocked up on snacks and drinks for a while.

finally, you reached your room and found that it was already open. you nervously walked in, leaving your cart of belongings in the hall momentarily. “hello?” you asked into the seemingly empty dorm. your roommate zendaya—whom you had matched with in the university’s roommate matching process—had told you she was arriving before you. there was stuff half unpacked, and one of the beds was made, but you couldn’t see your roommate anywhere—until she popped her head out of your shared closet.

“hey! i was wondering when you would get here!” she smiled and stepped out of the closet to greet you. “do you need any help with your stuff? i know you said your family couldn’t come today.”

you gestured to the cart in the hallway. “nah, i’ve got it all. thank you, though! it’s so good to finally meet you in person, by the way.” zendaya smiled a little brighter at that and continued to hang her clothes up. “i mean, i don’t want to sound weird or anything, but you’re somehow way prettier in person than in your pictures.”

she laughed. “thanks!” she already seemed like an incredibly easy-going and kind person, and that made you feel all the more relieved. you’d heard several roommate horror stories before, and you didn’t want to have any similar experiences.

you brought the cart into the room and started unpacking your things. it was a little overwhelming, to be honest, but you picked a bag and started there, slowly making your side of the room a little more homey. you were making your bed when you heard loud voices from across the hall.

“—i mean jeez, haz, you don’t need that many sneakers here! you’re taking up way too much space for all three of us to have our shoes.”

“well, it’s a little late for that now, huh? and anyway, you don’t see me complaining about your stuff.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i mean your ratty ass spider-man bed sheets.”

“fuck off, you know i’ve had those since i was 7.”

“are you hearing yourself talk right now, mate?”

you and zendaya burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. you were both clutching each other to keep from falling over when the door across the hall opened and one of the boys poked his head out. “no, please, carry on,” you managed to get out in between laughs. he looked a little sheepish as he opened their door all the way.

“note to self, the rooms are not soundproof,” he said. he had striking blue eyes and slightly ruffled blonde hair, with a smile that was almost blinding.

“what? what are they saying?” the other voice said. another boy came to the door and took your breath away a bit. you couldn’t even pinpoint just one thing about him that made him attractive: maybe it was the strong jawline, or his biceps (i mean come on, what kind of college freshman has arms like that) or maybe it was the way he looked at you, full of kindness and warmth and laughter, like you had already known each other for years. “oh, hi, i’m tom. this is harrison.” the first boy—harrison, you tried to commit to memory—gave a little wave.

“i’m zendaya, and this is my roommate ____.”

you smiled brightly, happy that you were already making friends on your first day here. “it’s really nice to meet you guys.”

“you as well,” harrison replied. “we better get back to it. let us know if you’d like to laugh at tom’s sheets some more.” he turned and went back into their room. tom followed, protesting and cursing in the same breath.

once their door closed, you turned to zendaya and let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. she cracked a smile. “they’re kind of hot.”

“kind of? they’re almost unreal,” you whispered, now wary of how much sound your dorm walls didn’t block out. “and there’s two of them.”

zendaya shrugged a bit and went back to organizing her dresser, still smiling. “one for you, one for me, huh?” you laughed at that and continued organizing your things as well. “nah, that’s not for me.” she continued.

“what?”

“just…dating. we’re so young, and i don’t think commitment works out very well at this age. besides, i want to focus on school.” it almost sounded like she’d been burned before by a relationship, but you could also tell she didn’t really want to talk about it.

instead of questioning her further, you simply said, “that’s fair.” the room stayed silent after that until you both were finally finished putting away all of your things. you both stood back by the door, surveying your hard work. your side was a little…eclectic, but zendaya’s half of the room was sleek and well put together. “wow, you have much better style than me.”

“hm, maybe i’ll have to be your personal stylist this year.” you both laughed. “c’mon, let’s go get something to eat, i’m starving.”

the next morning, you were leaving to go to your first class of the day. as you locked the door—zendaya was already gone, having left for an earlier class about an hour ago—the door across the hall opened, and tom stepped out.

“hey! ____, right?” he greeted.

“yeah! and you’re tom,” you pretended to confirm, like you hadn’t thought of him for an unhealthy amount of time last night.

he grinned. “that’s me, thanks for remembering. you headed to class?”

“yeah, calculus, you?”

“no way, me too! is it with professor lang?” you nodded as he joined you in walking toward the exit. “god, i’m not excited. i’m absolute shit at maths, but i have to take it as a gen-ed.”

you wouldn’t exactly describe yourself as a genius with math, but you had done well enough throughout high school. “hm, well, looks like i’ll have to help you study then, if you want.”

he seemed to smile even wider at that. “that would be great.”

as you walked together to your first college lecture, you both told each other about your respective majors and what you hoped to do with them before transitioning to small talk about your lives. tom was in the middle of telling you a story about his younger brothers when you finally reached the lecture hall. it wasn’t as big as you were expecting it to be; it was definitely larger than any high school classroom you’d been in, but you had been imagining a huge auditorium with hundreds of other students in it. instead, your calculus lecture couldn’t have been more than 50 or 60 students.

you moved to sit in one of the front rows, but tom lightly grabbed your arm and nodded toward the back. “d’you think we could sit back there instead?” you chewed your lip nervously before nodding and following him to one of the last rows. someone had told you that it was best to sit in the front few rows during lectures…but you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to sit in the back for one of your classes.

when you did finally sit, tom looked at you gratefully. “thanks, i just don’t want the professor to call on me or something and embarrass myself in front of the whole class. it’s one of my biggest fears.”

“what, embarrassing yourself?” you asked as you took your notebook out of your bag.

“not exactly. i do theater, and one of my biggest fears is being on stage in front of a lot of people and then forgetting all of my lines.” he looked a little embarrassed as he grabbed his own notebook.

you, however, were incredibly intrigued. “that’s really cool. did you do school plays and stuff?”

tom seemed to get even more flustered. “um, kind of? i was in billy elliot when i was 12. i was one of the billy’s.”

your eyes widened in surprise, and a million other questions filled your mind—but then your professor walked in and started class. in high school, the first day was usually just going over the syllabus and chatting about the summer. turns out, in college, it’s not like that at all. your professor introduced herself and briefly went over the structure of the class—

(“there will be two exams in the semester, not including your final. you will also have quizzes every monday over the previous week��s material,” your professor had said. at this, tom looked over at you with wide, panic-stricken eyes, to which you responded by mouthing i’ll help you study. the relief and gratitude in his eyes made your stomach twist almost painfully).

—which only took 10 minutes. the rest of the class was spent going over the entire first chapter of your behemoth of a textbook. most of it was review, thankfully, but tom looked like he was going to break a finger from how furiously he was taking notes. when class finally let out, he turned to you. “this class might actually be the death of me.”

you laughed as you packed up your bag. “you’ll be fine. we can review sunday nights before the quizzes, if you want.”

‘”i’ll probably need more help than that. i require very individualized attention,” he replied with a cheeky smile and a wink.

in that moment, a girl tapped on his shoulder, holding his pencil that must’ve rolled onto the ground. “i think you dropped this.”

tom took the pencil from her and smiled brightly. “thanks, love.”

the girl smiled too, her face much redder than it had been before, before turning and hurrying away. tom turned back to you, still smiling. “you ready to head back?” you were quickly learning your least favorite thing about tom: you genuinely couldn’t tell when he was flirting or just being nice.

“i actually have another class i’ve got to get to, but i’ll see you later?”

he nodded, his shoulders a little lower than before. he almost seemed disappointed that you were parting ways. “i’ll see you later, then.”

the rest of your classes went well, albeit much more boring than the class you shared with tom. by the time you got back to your dorm, you were dead tired, but you still had a few introductory assignments that you wanted to get started with.

zendaya was back as well. when you walked in, she was sitting at her desk, hunched over her laptop. she leaned back at your arrival, though, and smiled. “hey roomie.”

you scrunched your nose as you set your bag down. “ew. please don’t ever call me that again.”

she laughed. “got it. how were your classes?”

“pretty good,” you shrugged, “how were yours?”

zendaya stood, stretched, and then walked over to your shared mini fridge (which you had stocked as requested). “really good, actually. i’m really excited for my journalism class.” she grabbed herself a drink and tossed you one as well.

“that’s really good, z,” you said in between gulps. “i wish i was in at least one class for my major and not stuck taking all of these gen-eds.”

“but then you might not be in a class with tom.”

you choked on your drink at that. “how did you know?”

“i could see it on your face. nah, harrison told me. we happened to be getting lunch at the same time, and he said that tom had mentioned it.”

“did he say what exactly tom said about me?” you questioned, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant and unbothered.

zendaya didn’t seem to be fooled. “nope. he did say that you offered to help him study for calc.” you looked a little sheepish at that. “just…be careful, okay? i don’t really know tom that well, but…he seems like a bit of a heartbreaker.”

you weren’t sure if you agreed with her assessment of tom, but you nodded anyway. “i promise i’ll be careful.” she smiled and went back to her work, leaving you to do your own and mull over her words.

the rest of the week happened without incident; while your classes didn’t have anything to do with your major, none of them were that unbearable. your worst class would’ve been calc, but thankfully, you had tom to keep you entertained. he was growing on you incredibly quickly to the point that calculus was your new favorite class.

tom had noticed that, too. “why are you always so excited to go to calc?” he asked as you bounded toward him in the hallway of your dorm. you were headed to your friday lecture, and you almost couldn’t believe you’d already made it through your first week of college.

you shrugged. “maybe i just like math.”

“i doubt that, but whatever, keep your secrets,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “hey, uh, can i ask you something? like, for advice?”

“sure, what’s up?”

“well, there’s this girl in one of my classes…i really like her, but i don’t know how to tell her without being a total div.”

you hummed in response, your heart racing. you figured it probably wasn’t you. he obviously had classes outside of the one he shared with you, and they all probably had pretty girls in them. but…you also figured that maybe you had the same chances that they had. “it’s okay if you act like a bit of an idiot. it’s kind of cute, and it shows that you’re really into them.”

“really?” he seemed surprised.

“yeah, guys that are too smooth seem like douches, like they’ve done it a thousand times before and couldn’t be bothered. you can be a little smooth, but being dorky and cheesy is also really attractive, too.”

tom nodded, seeming a lot more confident than before. “i’ll try to remember that then. hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” he asked in a flirty, over-the-top voice. you burst out laughing, and before long, he did too.

that sunday, during your very first study session in your floor’s lounge with tom, you asked him about it. “so, have you tried any of your horrible pick-up lines on mystery girl yet?”

he looked up from his notes and grinned. it was something he did a lot, and yet each smile never failed to make your chest tighten or your stomach do flips. “i did, actually.”

“ooh, how did it go?” despite your cheery tone, your heart had immediately dropped when he said that. a good friend would be happy for him, you reminded yourself, and you should be happy that you at least get to be his friend.

he crossed his arms nervously. “well, she thought it was funny, but i don’t know if she could tell that i wasn’t just having a laugh.”

“aw. well, on the bright side, being funny will probably make her like you even more.”

“more? i don’t even know if she likes me at all.”

you rolled your eyes. “come on, tom, you’re kind of the full package. you’re athletic, sweet, funny, and pretty cute.” tom looked at you a little surprised but incredibly pleased regardless, and you hurried to move the conversation on before he could question you about what you’d just said. “anyway, tell me more about your mystery girl.”

he put his chin on his hand thoughtfully. “well, she’s just…really great, i guess. she’s really nice and funny, and we get on really well, but…i just can’t tell if she’s into me, d’you know what i mean?” he searched your face, then, almost like he was trying to see what your reaction was. after a brief moment, he shook his head a little and turned back to his notes. “what about you? anyone you fancy at all?”

you chewed your lip nervously. you knew if you started rambling, it was possible that you would accidentally give away that you had a little—okay, massive—crush on him. play it safe. “nah, not really. i mean, it’s only been a week, so i haven’t had the time to get to know anyone yet.”

“i’d say we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well,” tom replied carefully. your eyes narrowed, trying to gauge what he meant by that, but he kept his gaze down toward his notes. “hey, could you help me with this problem?”

“sure, what number is it?”

“37.”

“oh, i just finished that one. here, you can look at how i did it.” you grabbed your notebook with the intention of sliding it over to him, but he instead slid behind you to look over your shoulder. he was extremely close, to the point that you could feel his warm breath on your ear. you stilled, then, painfully aware of your proximity to each other and the fact that your heart was beating erratically.

“i’m an idiot. the three is negative, not positive.” tom moved back to his previous position, and like that, the moment was over.

the next day, you and tom were sitting in your calculus lecture hall, glancing over your respective notes before the quiz. suddenly, a girl—the same girl that had given tom his pencil the first day and stared at him every lecture since—tapped on his shoulder. “hi, sorry, i was gone on friday, do you think i could borrow your notes?”

tom smiled and nodded. “of course.” he leafed through his papers before finding friday’s notes and handed them over. a ripple of jealousy went through you. he’s just sharing notes, not marrying the girl. get over yourself, you thought, but it hardly made you feel any better.

soon the professor was striding in and passing out the quizzes. the girl from earlier quickly returned his notes then, and tom stuffed them in his binder. the bottom corner was sticking out, though, which otherwise wouldn’t have caught your eye—except for the fact that the girl had written her number in bright purple ink and signed her name (emma, apparently) with a smiley face.

you took the quiz with your teeth clenched, and for the rest of the class you couldn’t think of anything else but how tom might react. would he be excited? maybe this was the mystery girl he had been talking about. even if it wasn’t, you couldn’t deny that she was pretty and seemed nice, so maybe he’d be excited regardless.

to your surprise, tom didn’t react much at all. “oh,” was all he said before showing you.

“are you going to text her?” you tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.

he looked at you with a curious glint in his eyes. “should i?”

“is she your mystery girl?”

“nope.”

your body finally relaxed at that. “then i don’t know, it’s up to you. you could, to make your mystery girl jealous, but that wouldn’t really be fair to this girl.”

tom looked at it for a little while longer, but before long, he ended up stuffing it in his backpack. “i probably won’t. i don’t want to lead her on or anything. but…you make a good point.”

you smiled. “i always do.”

your suggestion ended up being a horrible move for you. the next study session you had together, tom dropped the bomb. “so i texted that girl.”

“what girl?” you asked distractedly, in the middle of working through a math problem.

“the girl from calc who gave me her number.”

your pencil immediately stilled at that. “i thought you didn’t want to lead her on.”

“well...let’s just say i’m keeping my options open. emma’s really nice, actually. and i don’t think mystery girl is into me, unfortunately.”

you turned fully toward him, your calculus homework forgotten. “what makes you say that?”

tom shrugged like it didn’t really bother him, but you could tell that it did. “she said there’s no one she fancies yet, and that obviously means she doesn’t fancy me. who knows, though, maybe there’s still hope, but i might as well see what emma’s like.” there were several emotions racing through you at that. you were relieved that mystery girl hadn’t worked out, you were frustrated that he had already moved on to a different girl (other than you, that is), but most of all, you were angry with yourself that you couldn’t just be happy for him.

so you forced a smile and turned back to your work. “well, maybe it’s a good thing, then. maybe mystery girl really doesn’t like you, or you and mystery girl weren’t meant to be. maybe emma will be really good for you.”

“do you really think that?” tom quietly asked. you looked at him again and were surprised to see his utterly dejected expression. “i just…really like her.”

“you don’t have to give up hope, then,” you reassured him quickly. “mystery girl could just be nervous, or she didn’t want to give away that she liked you. i mean, it is a little too straightforward to ask if she likes anyone. who knows, maybe she’ll get jealous and realize she liked you all along. or maybe she doesn’t even know you like her! maybe she just thinks you’re being nice.” you’re rambling at this point, because despite the fact that tom was telling you all about the people he liked that weren’t you, you would do anything to make him smile—because he did the same for you.

tom nodded. “how do i make sure she knows, then?”

“well, just be into her, i guess. ask her about herself—not just, like, how her day is going, but about her life and stuff.”

“okay,” he hummed, already looking a bit happier. “hey, you know, i never got to ask you this, but what’s your biggest fear?”

“huh?” you were a little taken aback by the suddenly personal question.

“the first day of classes, you asked me mine, and i never asked you yours. you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, though.”

you closed your textbook, resigned to the fact that you probably wouldn’t get anymore work done that night. “gosh, probably…realizing at the end of my life that i never mattered. like, i never did anything important, or i never truly mattered to someone else.”

both of you were quiet at that, before tom said, “oh. mine seems a little stupid now.”

you cracked a wry smile. “fears are never stupid.”

“if it makes you feel any better, you matter to me. i mean, i know we’ve only been friends for a couple weeks, but you’ve made me feel the most welcome here. you’re like, my best friend after harrison. and i’ll always be here for you, you know that, right?” you met his gaze, and your breath caught in your throat. tom was looking at you earnestly, as if in that moment, you were about the only thing that mattered.

tom had an uncanny ability to make anyone feel important, and that had to be your favorite part of him, you realized in that moment. he was so kind and caring that he genuinely wanted every person he interacted with to feel wanted. he would truly be the death of you, if you weren’t careful enough. (and you weren’t being careful enough, you also realized in that moment, because it had only been two weeks and you already knew that tom could ask you to do anything and you’d say yes.)

“thank you, tom.” you finally replied. there was a sort of tension in the air now—you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but it was almost like the entire world was holding its breath.

he stood up and held his arms open. “come on.”

you smiled sheepishly and stood to accept the hug. it immediately felt like the safest thing you had ever experienced. tom rubbed slow circles into your back, and you let yourself bury your face into the crook of his neck. when you both finally stood apart, his hands came back to rest on your arms. you were clutching his shirt, entirely reluctant to go, and all pretense of hiding your attraction to him was out the window.

tom looked at you with eyebrows furrowed, the same way he looked at a calculus problem he couldn’t figure out how to solve. there was a glint of determination in his eyes, too, like he’d do whatever it took to solve the problem he was looking at. at some point, tom’s lips parted slightly, and you couldn’t help but to glance down before quickly looking back up, hoping he hadn’t noticed. when you did meet his eyes again, you immediately knew he had. but whatever he would’ve done about it was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

the spell that had fallen over the two of you was broken, and you jumped apart like you had both been caught doing something wrong. you hurriedly began to put your stuff away.

“sorry, just emma asking if she could sit with us during lecture. is that cool?”

“yeah,” you answered, a little harsher than you intended, “totally cool.”

it was not, in fact, totally cool. during your shared lectures from then on, tom barely paid you any mind, only turning to you to ask for clarification on whatever your professor was talking about. sure, you still walked together in the morning, and during that time it was like nothing had changed. but during and after class, his attention was solely on emma. he was hardly around outside of class, as well, and sometimes missed your study sessions during the week (but never your sunday sessions—you held onto those desperately, because they were the only times you could pretend tom only wanted to be with you). it hurt, deeply, not just because you had feelings for him, but because of all the things he said that night no longer felt true.

however, you couldn’t deny that despite his lessened presence, you were still getting to know him more and more throughout the weeks that went on. you found out all about his childhood full of dancing and gymnastics—which explained his athletic physique—and about his love for acting. (“it’s the best feeling in the world, being on a stage or on set,” tom had said almost breathlessly, his eyes full of light, and you wanted to take a picture in that moment so you would never forget how truly happy he had looked.) in exchange, you told him about your life and your interests, and he paid each story such careful attention that if you tried hard enough, you could forget that you were now his second-best. tom would always be there to listen to your misfortunes, too, and always offered comfort at the end of your more negative stories—although nothing had happened like the night you told him your biggest fear. it all almost, almost made up for the time he was now gone.

in tom’s absence, though, you also got to know his roommates a lot better. you hadn’t found out until recently that he had a third roommate, jacob, who was incredibly witty but also very kind. you, zendaya, harrison, and jacob would get dinner together frequently, and before long, they all knew how hopelessly into tom you were.

“i mean, it just sucks,” you said one night at dinner. zendaya playfully rolled her eyes; she heard about your troubles all day, every day. “one night he’s telling me that i’m super important to him or whatever, and then the following week he barely talks to me except to ask for help in math. who does that?”

harrison chewed on his french fry thoughtfully before swallowing and answering. “he’s always been a bit like that. tom means well, but he’s just a bit clueless, i think.”

jacob nodded in agreement. “his heart is in the right place. tom’s a really good guy, but he can be an idiot sometimes.” he looked like there was more he wanted to say about the subject, but instead he took a bite of his food.

zendaya, meanwhile, merely shrugged. “i’ll kick his ass for you, if it makes you feel any better.” the whole table laughed, and soon the conversation moved on to the topic of all the upcoming exams you all had.

it was already almost the middle of the semester—you couldn’t believe how fast time flied in college—and midterms were rolling around for all of you. you and tom were having your standard sunday study session, but this time it was a lot quieter as you both pored over all the material that would be on your first exam for the class.

“would it be alright if emma joined us? she’s kind of freaking about the exam,” tom asked about an hour into studying.

you turned the page of your textbook, trying to look unbothered. “sure.”

“awesome, she’ll be here in a half hour.”

you simply nodded in response before sitting back and rubbing your eyes. “hey, do you want to order a pizza? i’m getting kind of hungry and—”

“i asked her to be my girlfriend,” tom blurted. you stopped talking, startled into silence at his sudden omission. “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, just…thought you ought to know.”

“oh.” you finally managed to say in response.

“oh? what does that mean?”

“nothing, i’m just surprised, i guess. did she say yes?”

“yeah.”

of course she did, why wouldn’t she? “i’m…really happy for you, tom,” you replied carefully.

“you are?”

“of course, you’re one of my best friends. why wouldn’t i be happy for you?”

tom didn’t have anything to say to that, instead turning back to his textbook. an awkward silence fell over the room until emma finally came through the door.

“thank you so much for letting me come study, i’m so nervous for this exam,” she said as she took her things out of her bag. tom gave her a quick kiss on the cheek (which, to you, felt like he was ripping your heart out—wow, get it together, way too melodramatic there, you thought to yourself, it’s been a month and a half, it’s not like you’re in love with him) and, strangely, immediately stole a glance at you, almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. you had quickly looked back at your book, though, so he missed the pained expression in your eyes. “oh! before i forget,” emma continued, “there’s a party one of my friends is throwing this weekend to celebrate being halfway through the semester, you guys should come!”

“i’d love to,” tom responded. he turned to you. “what about you, ____?”

you were about to say no before you stopped yourself. you know what? let’s do this. “absolutely, it’ll be fun,” you answered with a blinding smile. “you know, i’m really tired, and i doubt i’ll remember anything else i study. i can leave my notes for you two to look at, though.”

“that would be so nice, thank you!” emma looked incredibly grateful, while tom looked seriously confused. he was staring at you like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. you paid him no mind, though, and went back to your room, your shoulders square with determination.

“i need your help,” you said once you got back to your dorm.

zendaya leaned back in her desk chair and turned to look at you. “with what?”

“i’m going to a party this weekend and i need to look hot.”

“this isn’t about tom, is it?” she immediately asked. you smiled guiltily, but all she did was shake her head and stand up. “well, i’m going home this weekend, but i can pick an something out for you now.”

you both began to sort through your clothes. after an hour or so, she had finally assembled an outfit, and you stood in front of your mirror full of gratitude. “damn. thank you, z, this really means a lot.”

“no problem. just…be safe, okay?”

“i will, i promise.” you were 0 for 1 with your promises to zendaya, but you figured this one would be a little bit easier to keep.

the rest of the week was simultaneously a blur and the longest week of your life. your calc exam came and went—

(“____!” tom had yelled from across the hall. you both came out of your rooms at the same time, and he swept you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. you assumed he had gotten his exam score back—your professor promised that scores would be in by the end of the week, assuring everyone that the ta’s would be hard at work to meet that deadline. “i got a b! i did it!”

“i’m so proud of you, tom,” you responded softly, letting yourself be carried around. you truly were proud of him. despite everything, you couldn’t help but be happy for him and proud of him, because he was tom, your boy-across-the-hall, one of the few people that made you feel like you mattered, even when he inevitably left you behind. you’d be damned if you didn’t try to make him feel the same.)

—and before long it was finally the end of the week. you found that you were actually excited for the party, not just because of tom, but because it felt like you were finally going to have the chance to let go and enjoy the fact that you were now a college student, even if it was already halfway through your first semester.

you were just finishing up your makeup for the party when tom knocked on the door. “____? you ready?”

“just a sec!” you called back, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror before opening the door. “sorry, just finishing my makeup.” he was looking down at his phone and tapping out a response to someone—probably emma, if you had to guess.

“no worries, i—” tom finally looked up from his phone. “oh, wow. you, uh, your outfit is really nice.”

you smiled. “thank you, tom. where’s emma?”

he glanced back down at his phone. “she’s waiting in the lobby.” you both headed down, then, and you almost felt like you were glowing from tom’s flustered response.

when you got done to the lobby, emma greeted you both with an enthusiastic grin. “____, you look amazing!” tom walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he wound his arm around emma’s waist. “hi, tommy,” she giggled. your stomach lurched, but you shook your head a little and maintained your confidence.

you were quiet on the walk over to emma’s friend’s place, only speaking when directly asked something; you were trying to save your energy for the night ahead. when you finally reached the party, a bundle of nerves and excitement had built inside your stomach. “i’ll catch you later,” you quickly said to the both of them before diving into the crowd to find a drink.

the living room of the house had been turned into a makeshift dancefloor—music played loudly and the center of the room was packed with bodies. most of them were girls dancing with their friends, laughing and taking pictures together, but some pairs of people were dancing a little more sensually (if it could be called that; some were so drunk that they were just sort of moving side to side wildly). it took you a few minutes of navigating through the mass of sweaty, drunk college students, but you finally managed to find the drink table, which was being watched over by a bored-looking—but definitely attractive—boy.

there was an array of bottles laid out, plus a bin full of pink, fruity liquid and stacks of solo cups of regular and shot-glass sizes. you stood back and examined all of them, unsure of where to start. shots might be good to get you buzzed quickly, but maybe it would be better to mix a drink and sip on it.

“having trouble deciding?” the boy watching the drinks asked.

your head snapped up and you smiled sheepishly. “um, yeah, just indecisive. don’t know if i should do a shot first or start with a mixed drink instead.”

he nodded. “well, stay away from the jungle juice,” he gestured to the bin of pink liquid, “i watched them mix it earlier and there’s a whole bottle of vodka in there and then some.”

“oh.” you moved a little closer to hear him better—the music had somehow managed to get louder.

“yeah, in general, avoid drinks that you haven’t mixed yourself, especially at parties like this. you never know what’s in them. obviously, i know what’s in this one, but just for the future.”

you were still straining to hear him until you finally resolved to moving to his side of the table. he raised an eyebrow at that, to which you defensively replied, “i couldn’t hear you! the music is so loud.”

he laughed. “i’m just messing with you. anyway, normally shots are more fun with other people—”

“then i’ll just have a mixed drink then. thanks for the help!”

you moved to make a drink, but he stopped you with his hand. “woah, you didn’t let me finish. who said you’re alone?”

“isn’t it a little irresponsible to take a shot of the drinks you’re supposed to be watching over?” you quipped.

he gave you an overexaggerated smolder. “i like to live life on the edge.” you laughed at that, and he looked a little pleased with himself. “think of it this way: i’m quality checking.”

“oh, well when you put it that way, you’re just doing your job. i can’t fault you for that. in fact, i’d be preventing you from doing your job if i said no.” you cheekily responded. you were surprised at how easy it was to banter with this boy you had just met only five minutes ago. your mind flashed to tom, briefly, before you pushed him out of your mind. he has a girlfriend now. you deserved to enjoy yourself.

“see? somebody gets it!” he grabbed two of the disposable shot glasses and then motioned to the various bottles. “pick your poison.”

your gaze went down the row of drinks before landing on a bottle of blue liquid. “that one,” you pointed.

he chuckled and grabbed it, pouring out the shots. “ah, uv blue. the classic college girl drink. by the way, what’s your name? it’s vital shot-taking information.”

“____, yours?”

“henry. it’s nice to meet you. you ready?”

you nodded and went to immediately knock the drink back. “woah!” henry stopped you before you could. “there’s a little more finesse to it than that.” he grabbed his shot. “okay, so you’ll start with it at the table. then, you’ll bring it up to clink it with mine, then you’ll bring it down to the table again, and finally you’ll bring it up and take it. down, up, down, up. got it?”

“i think so.”

“we’ll do it slow. okay, down,” you both held your drinks at the table, “up,” the plastic glasses clinked together, “down again,” you brought it back down to the table, trying not to spill, “and up again.” you finally brought the drink to your lips and quickly swallowed it.

you shuddered only slightly, surprised at how okay it had ended up tasting. “hey, that wasn’t that bad!”

“yeah, you say that now, but give it until the end of the year. you won’t be able to stand it by then.” henry was throwing away your cups and putting the bottle back while you scanned the crowd. you found tom after only a few moments. he was standing with emma, looking a little bored as she talked animatedly with a few other girls. “is that your boyfriend?” henry asked, making you jump a little.

“no, he’s just…he lives across the hall from me. i’ve liked him a lot since the beginning of the year, but he has a girlfriend now, so…” you finally turned back to look at him. “sorry, you probably didn’t want to know that.”

henry shrugged. “nah, it’s fine. i get it, i’ve been through something like that before. it sucks, but you just have to move on, otherwise you’ll always be stuck on that same person.” he glanced over to where tom was standing before looking back at you. “don’t look, but he’s watching us right now. i think he might be coming over.”

it took all of your willpower not to glance over again, but you stayed facing henry. “what do i do?”

he searched your face. “well, what are you comfortable with?”

you looked at him in confusion before it finally dawned on you. “oh. um…” you were already feeling a bit buzzed from the shot, and you almost wanted to ask him to kiss you—almost. you weren’t quite confident enough for that. (and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t quite want to kiss someone other than tom, but you’d never admit it, even to yourself.) “i don’t know, nothing too serious.”

after a few seconds of thought, henry smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your shoulder. “now laugh,” he instructed, and you did as you were told, putting all your effort into making it seem genuine. “okay, now look at him while still smiling.”

you did, and your heart dropped despite the smile on your face. tom’s eyebrows were furrowed, and even though he was across the room, you could see the hurt in his eyes, which ultimately accused you. he’s probably mad that you abandoned him to take a shot and flirt with a random stranger, you decided as you looked back to henry. “thank you,” you finally said.

“no problem. wanna do another shot?” you eagerly accepted his offer. this time, you went through the motions a lot quicker and didn’t even shudder after you had swallowed. “see? you’re almost a professional now.”

you were definitely feeling the alcohol now. the music seemed to be calling your name, and you moved along with it. “i think i’m gonna go dance,” you told henry. “feel free to come with.”

he gestured to the table. “sorry, can’t abandon my duty. i think someone’s supposed to come relieve me soon, though, so maybe i’ll come find you.”

“bring me a drink when you do?”

“i’ll think about it. now, go, enjoy yourself. don’t let him ruin your night.”

you walked away before you could even process what he had said. before long, you were in the middle of the crowd, dancing and swaying to the music. it felt a little awkward, being alone, but you were tipsy enough that it didn’t matter much to you. every once in a while, you’d feel a hand on your back or your hips, but if you moved away they would thankfully back off. even then, your mind briefly floated to tom, wondering what he was doing and if you should maybe go find him (just to check in, of course), but then you pictured him and emma dancing and decided you didn’t really need to see him.

about five or six songs had passed when someone tapped on your shoulder. you turned around, still swaying to the beat, and you saw henry holding two cups. “hey! you did come find me!” you yelled over the music. he handed you a drink. “oh, thank you, i was actually just about to go grab one. come dance with me!” you took a big drink before holding your cup up with one hand and resuming your dancing.

“yeah, i’m not that great at dancing. i think i’ll just watch.” you raised your eyebrows at that. “okay, yup, that sounded creepy, and totally not what i meant. you are a really great dancer though.”

your cheeks grew hot (but it could’ve been the alcohol, too), and you smiled. “thank you, henry.” you took another drink from your cup until it was empty.

“you might wanna slow down.”

“why? i’m having so much fun!”

“how fucked up are you planning on getting tonight?”

you were about to shrug and tell him you were probably done for the night when you saw tom and emma sitting on one of the couches. she was practically on top of him, laughing at something he must’ve said, and then they were kissing and it was all a bit too much for you.

turning back to henry, you narrowed your eyes and replied, “i’ll stop before i can get alcohol poisoning.”

his eyes widened. “i definitely can’t condone that, but…i suppose i’ll have to make sure you don’t die in the process. come on.”

two shots, a mixed drink, and a few songs later, you could barely stand without starting to fall one way or the other. “how’re you not even drunk yet?” you slurred at henry.

“this isn’t exactly my first rodeo.”

“so you’re an alcoholic then?”

“no!” he looked a little offended at your suggestion. “i’m just not a lightweight. i don’t do this regularly, i just know how to pace myself.”

“wait, what year are you?” you peered up at him. you really hadn’t noticed before just how tall he was. or how sharp his jawline was…

he met your gaze. “sophomore.”

“oh, that explains a lot. i’m a—”

“freshman. yeah, i figured.”

was it really that obvious? “well, i think one more shot should do it,” you moved toward the drinks and almost fell over.

henry gently grabbed you to keep you from falling to the ground. “nope, i think you’re done.”

you giggled. “thanks for saving me from the ground. my hero.”

“yeah, definitely done for the night. i can either walk you home or you can stay in my room.”

“woah, you live here? that’s so cool. i probably should’ve guessed that. i live in the dorms, but,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, “staying here probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“i’ll take her home,” an icy voice cut in. you turned your head to see tom, and you instantly wondered how long he had been standing there for. “she’s sure as hell not staying here.”

“okay, whatever. here, ____, give me your phone real quick?” you did as asked and he quickly typed something before handing it back to you. “that’s my number. text me when you get back, okay? i’d feel bad if you died along the way and i didn’t know.”

you giggled again as you walked over to tom. “i will.” tom grabbed your shoulder to steady you with a vice-like grip. “ow, tom, you’re hurting me.”

henry smiled and shook his head. “in more ways then one, huh?” tom looked confused as he loosened his grip. “i’ll see you around, ____.” with that, henry turned around and walked away.

tom steered you toward the door before stopping. “i better tell emma we’re leaving.” he walked you over to wear she was sitting. “hey, em, i gotta take her back, she’s shit-faced.”

“i’m not—” you began to say until you felt like you might throw up. you quickly said, “okay, i might be,” before clamping your mouth shut.

emma looked at you with genuine concern. “oh, well make sure you drink lots of water, ___. you looked really good tonight, by the way,” she smiled before turning to tom, “text me when you get back, okay?” that was the worst thing about emma, you realized: she was really just a nice person. no matter how much you wanted to hate her and looked for reasons to do so, you weren’t justified in it because she was so kind and considerate.

“i will,” was all tom said before he walked you to the door. the walk at back to the dorms was at first quiet. tom held on to your shoulders as you stumbled along the sidewalk, and the only sounds were your footsteps and the occasional passing car.

finally, he broke the silence. “who was that guy you were with?” tom sounded much angrier than you expected.

“his name’s henry. he’s a sophomore, and he’s super nice! he was teaching me how to do shots and i think he lives in the house, he offered to let me stay in his—”

“so he got you drunk and then asked you to sleep in his room?” tom stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.

you frowned. “it wasn’t like that, tom, it really wasn’t. he was just being nice since i didn’t really know what i was doing.”

“it sounds to me like he was taking advantage of you. i mean, come on, an older guy teaching you how to drink alcohol and then offering his bed? you really are just oblivious, aren’t you,” he snapped.

the silence returned until you felt yourself tearing up. you tried to keep any tears from falling, but you were ultimately unsuccessful as you began to cry. “i’m sorry,” you hiccupped between sobs. “i don’t mean to be.”

“hey, hey,” he said softly, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “please don’t cry.” he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. you’re drunk, and i don’t really know the guy.”

you nodded, sniffling, before wiping your eyes with your palms. “it’s okay. let’s just go back, i really need to throw up.”

tom laughed and moved his hands back to your shoulders. “let’s get going then.”

by the time you managed to get back to your room, you could barely hold back the urge to vomit, so the minute tom closed the door, you hunched over your trash can and emptied the contents of your stomach.

he came over after shutting the door and gently held your hair out of the way with one hand and rubbed comforting circles on your back with the other. when you were finished, you sat back and wiped the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. “sorry,” you croaked, “that was a little gross.”

“it’s fine.” tom smiled softly. “do you need some water?” you nodded, and he stood up and grabbed a water bottle from your fridge.

you gulped it down quickly once he gave it to you. “did you have fun, at least?”

tom shrugged as he sat down next to you. your head was still spinning a bit, and the feeling of his arm pressing into yours didn’t help much. “it was alright,” he admitted. “emma was just mainly talking to her friends, and you vanished once we got to the party. i didn’t really know anyone, so i just sort of…sat there.”

“sorry,” you replied guiltily. “i just thought you’d want some time to be with emma.”

he looked over at you. your room was still dark, and the only light in the room was the light from the hall that spilled through the crack under the door and the salt lamp zendaya had on her desk. the soft glow from the lamp illuminated the outline of his face as he spoke. “doesn’t mean i don’t want to be with you,” he murmured. “you’re still one of my best friends. no one could ever change that.” he gave you a hug, then, which was a little awkward as you were sitting side-by-side, but you didn’t mind. tom was a little sweaty, but underneath that you could smell his cologne and traces of his laundry detergent. it reminded you of home.

“i have to tell you something,” you whispered into the crook of his neck. you sat back to look him in the eyes. “i…look, i know i’m still pretty drunk right now, but please believe me when i say this because it’s true. i—i really like you, tom. like, like like you, if that makes any sense. and i know you’re in a relationship, and i’m so, so happy for you, but i just…” you trailed off before starting again. “i needed to tell you, i guess.”

a pained look flashed in tom’s eyes before he gave you a sad smile. “it’s just not the right time, is it?” what did that even mean? probably just trying to make you feel better, you thought to yourself, because this is super awkward.

“i guess not.”

the silence between you was almost palpable. “i better get going, then,” tom finally said. he went to get up, but stopped to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “goodnight, _____.”

you stood up with him, his arm gripping your elbow to steady you. “goodnight, tom.”

with that, he turned and left your room, leaving you to get ready for bed. you also quickly texted henry to let him know you had gotten back alright. he simply replied with a thumbs-up. by the time you laid down, you were crying once more and felt like you might throw up again—not because you were drunk, but because you might have just ruined one of the closest friendships you’d ever had.

what’s up with tom? is henry really a creep? what do you think? feedback is always greatly appreciated! replies, tags, asks, messenger pigeons--they’re all welcome!

#tom holland #tom holland series #tom holland scenarios #tom holland imagines #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland/reader #tom holland/you #tom holland smut #(at one point lol)#harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield/reader #harrison osterfield/you #(again later in the series lol)#zendaya #zendaya coleman

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hotforharrison · 5 years ago

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Masterlist

FYI -- everything I write is or turns into irredeemable smut. Absolutely nothing you will find here is family-friendly.

Series

Enraptured Writer Masterlist (5,557 words) Incomplete

Writing fanfiction was your guilty pleasure, but it was definitely not meant to be shared with certain people -- specifically, people named Tom Holland.

His Service Masterlist (6,845 words) Incomplete

A series of memories of memories relating to the love of your life, Tom, and his service in the Army.

Meet & Greet Masterlist (34,873 words) Incomplete

You missed out on a Tom Holland meet and greet, but a stranger, who you are pretty sure is a Tom Holland lookalike, rescues you from your pity party for one.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream Masterlist (13,192 words) Incomplete

He’d been in your dreams almost your whole life, but was it real?

Turning Tables Masterlist (2,031 words) Incomplete

After 3 years together, Tom wants to spice things up in the bedroom in unexpected ways. (Tom/Harrison/Reader in Part 2.)

Oneshots

The Five Misadventures of Jessica Drew (+1 Adventure) (3,042 words)

When you meet Tom Holland, you have the worst luck on what’s supposed to be your best day ever.

Hot Tea (2,997 words)

You came to the club just to dance, but then Tom Holland happened.

Legitimate Dance Moves (1,260 words)

Your savior and roommate Tom catches you in an awkward position.

Parker Peters (2,430 words)

You knew you’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it…

Blurbs

Beach Party (215 words)

Sex on the beach

Praise You Like I Should (315 words)

Gratuitous praise kink

Series

H💖 Masterlist (1,895 words) Incomplete

You meet Harrison unexpectedly at a crafting meetup at a BDSM dungeon – flirty, gorgeous, British Harrison. By his looks and accent alone, you could honestly see yourself having a thing for him. Life is never that simple, though.

Heart’s Desires Masterlist (6,600 words) Incomplete

In a desperate moment, you make Harrison an offer he can’t refuse.

Time’s Up Masterlist (6,000 words) Complete

Making the most of seven minutes in heaven with Harrison.

Oneshots

Club Utopia (2,001 words)

Meeting Harrison during your first visit to a sex club.

Confessions in a Can (1,307 words)

Confessing your feelings to Harrison with help from some whipped cream.

Disobey (1,007 words)

Finally getting your reward for being a good girl for Haz.

Never Have I Ever (1,577 words)

A game of Never Have I Ever reveals a secret you’d kept from Harrison.

Nice Boys (4,192 words)

Your heart has always belonged to Harrison, but he never brings the same girl around twice.

The Package (2,265 words)

Your roommate, Harrison, accidentally opens your mail, with interesting results.

Reception (1,861 words)

A chance meeting with Harrison at a wedding reception.

Teach Me (3,591 words)

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

Blurbs

Handful (773 words)

Sometimes Haz can be a handful, almost literally.

Harrison’s New Ring (541 words)

Harrison has a new ring, and you find it quite interesting.

Series

A Little Something Masterlist (5,577 words) Incomplete

Tom told you he got you ‘a little something’ for your birthday, but it turned out his gift was about to change your life.

Long Overdue (4,764 words) Incomplete

You were looking forward to your much needed vacation with your boyfriend, Tom, and best friend, Harrison, but things take an interesting turn.

Shelter Masterlist (15,391 words) Incomplete

You’re stuck thousands of miles away from home and everything you’ve ever known as what had come to be known as ‘the infection’ spreads. Things look bleak until you find your two saviors.

Take Me There (Coming Soon!)

What if Tom Holland hadn’t been chosen to play the role of Peter Parker, leaving both himself and his best friend and would-have-been assistant Harrison Osterfield as just another pair of struggling young actors trying to catch their big breaks? A Porn Star AU.

Unholy Divinity Masterlist (16,708 words) Incomplete

Choosing to spend your eternity in heaven or hell should be easy, right? Yeah, not so much.

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anxiousstark · 6 years ago

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In a room without me | Tom Holland

Summary: Where Tom breaks his own heart loving you.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader.

Warnings: Angst and sad Tom.

Word Count: 1689

FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALIC.

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Tom always thought that white was one of the colours that favoured you the most. It was a colour that highlighted your skin and that went with the shine of your eyes, accompanied by a beautiful smile with almost perfect teeth. But the smile was perfect. At least for him.

He always imagined what it would be like to see you in white. And it seems that today his dream has come true.

Your long white dress had small brilliants that when struck by a beam of light dazzled. Your hair was loose and Tom couldn't help thinking about the times you said how horrible you looked with your hair pulled back even though he thought you looked beautiful in any way.

Your eyes shone and he really couldn't help but see how happy you felt, even though his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.

Yes, yes, I know. Tom's dream of seeing you in white had been fulfilled, but only part of it. He had dreamed of seeing you in white with your beautiful red cheeks because of the joy, he had dreamed of seeing you walking in that dress towards the altar...But he had dreamed that he was the one who grabbed your hand, the one who said yes and the one who looked at you with the same love with which you did it.

But you looked with love towards another person.

"You're blind." Harrison closed the refrigerator's door in the apartment they both shared while trying to open his beer bottle. "Blind and stupid."

Tom shook his head a little, raising his feet to the couch and trying to ignore his friend while his eyes followed the football game that was being televised.

"Very stupid." The blond boy added as he approached the sofa, removing Tom's feet to be able to sit down, but ended with the feet of his friend on his lap.

"I'm not stupid...I'm cautious."

Harrison laughed. "That's exactly what someone stupid would say." He looked at his friend, noticing how Tom was starting to feel annoyed and he preferred that the subject would no longer be mentioned. "For how long? For how long have you been madly in love with Y/N?" He sighed, taking a sip of his beer."You're 24 years old and you've been head over heels since the age of 18...and you haven't done anything about it."

"I am careful." He responded in a bad way.

"Careful of what?" His friend was frustrated.

"Of getting my heart broken!" He got up from the couch with a bang, his voice loud and resonating throughout the apartment. "To feel stupid if she doesn't feel the same about me and to think that I will never be able to find someone who makes me feel like she has done all these years!"

"Y/N is an amazing girl and she will find someone who can see that and tell her how amazing she is if you don't do it." Haz tried to convince his friend to express his feelings towards the girl. "She won't always be there waiting for you, dude."

"Who said she is waiting for me?" He whispered although Haz was able to perceive sadness in his tone. "If she finds someone who makes her so happy that she decides to spend the rest of her life with that person...I'll be the first to congratulate her." He started walking, wanting to go to his room and lie on his bed next to Tessa. "You will also be the first person whose heart is broken."

Harrison was right. His heart was breaking little by little when he saw you in that room surrounded by all your friends who helped you prepare for such a special day.

"Tom!" Your sweet voice woke him up from his thoughts. He walked slowly towards you, his arms quickly encircling your waist and his nose hidden surreptitiously in your hair, trying to remember your scent. "You've come!" Of course. Of course, he would be there to give you encouragement, it was one of the most important days of your life after all.

You asked your friends to leave the room. Leaving you both alone, wanting to talk privately with your best friend.

"You look beautiful." Those were the first words that came out of his mouth while he sat on a comfortable black sofa.

"You too." You smiled, your eyes admiring how good Tom looked in a suit. Well, who did you want to lie to? Tom looked beautiful in whatever he wore. "Nervous?" He swallowed hard and blinked rapidly, asking God -if there was any- that you wouldn’t notice that his eyes were watery. Well, he had just thought that you were going to get married, that you were going to share your life with someone who was not him.

"What happened?" Your smile disappeared and you avoided his look while you played with your fingers. "You've been really weird lately, you've ignored my calls and you've been so...far away."

Was this the perfect moment? No, if he said it now it would probably destroy the happiness of that day. But what did he have to lose? If you had already reached that far, it was because you were in love with Billy. Billy Parker. Tom thought that imbecile was a good person. But for him, he was just a fool because he was the one who at the end of the day had your love. When in fact the only imbecile was Tom for not having said anything about his feelings.

"I'm in love with you." He couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth, and more words came out while you looked at him completely surprised. "I've been in love with you since that day at that party a year before going to college when we didn't know anything about each other but we ended up drinking together on the patio of that house, and you kissed me because you were a little drunk like me." His eyes filled with tears, and this time he did nothing to stop it. "And since then we became friends but I never thought of you as a friend because I felt so much more, a lot more than what you've probably felt for me."

"Why now?" You touched your eyes wishing that the little tears you felt wouldn't ruin your makeup.

"I guess because now I've realized that I'm really losing you." He got up from his couch to sit by your side for a few seconds, his body close to yours. His right hand grabbed your chin and slowly brought his lips to you. And when you thought your lips would meet his for the second time in your life, his lips slowly caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry I have done it now." His eyes tried to remember you.

He got up to leave. "You can't do this!" Your eyes totally crystalline. "You can't say you love me and then leave, I know you too well, Tom. I know you're going to stay at the wedding, but you'll try to get away and then you'll make excuses not to see me!"

He smiled sadly. "I'm trying to keep my heart from breaking when the ring on your finger is permanent."

"What about me?" You asked, not sure what you were going to say. "Why didn't you tell me before?" His face was filled with confusion. "Tom...I was in love with you but I thought I wasn't the girl you liked."

He felt stupid and wanted to scream at himself. "The key word is that you were in love with me, but you're not anymore, are you?" He smiled sadly.

“I don’t know.” You confessed, lower lip trembling.

"Agh, he seems stupid." You took a bite of your doughnut in an aggressive way.

Zendaya laughed. "He is." She continued eating her food while she saw how angry you felt.

"He doesn't realize that I'm sending him clues?" You spoke with your mouth full of food. "Is he so stupid that he doesn't realize that I like him a lot? Even his mother realized it! Damn, all London has noticed!"

Zendaya laughed again. "And why not tell him instead of waiting for him to take the first step?" "Because I'm probably not his girl's ideal type." You left your food on the table. "I have lost the desire to eat. See you in class."

It has been a couple of years since you had that conversation with Zendaya when you met her in university. “You aren’t, love.” His voice sounded pained. “This is your moment, okay? I’m sorry for ruining it. But...you are going to marry the man of your dreams so...” He went out of the room without finishing his sentence.

The man of your dreams. Why did an image of Tom appear when you have thought about that?

What was the point of being in a room full of people if he wasn’t there?

“Oh my god.” You sat down.

Zendaya entered the room as she had met Tom coming out of it without even acknowledging her. “Hey.” She whispered when she saw the tears running down your cheeks even though you haven’t noticed. “What’s going on?”

“I think I still love Tom.”

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sukkadeservedbetter · 6 years ago

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Edge Of A Thunderstorm

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: A chance encounter during a thunderstorm leaves you freezing, caffeinated, and starstruck.

Warnings: light swearing, brief mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2K

“Alright, I’m heading home,” You say to your co-workers as you place your laptop into your bag and grab your umbrella.

“You’re walking?” One of them asks in astonishment. “In this weather? Girl, call a cab.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I can handle a little rain and we’re not that far from my apartment. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” they sing. “Catch you Monday!”

“See you!”

Turns out, you can’t handle this rain. Rain is one thing, but this? This is insane. The wind blows your umbrella so hard that you’re exhausted after just five minutes of walking. As you squint out into the grey, you can’t be sure which direction the rain is coming from. Cars speed past you, splashing you with the pools of water that were collecting below the curb. Thunder rolls above you and soon enough white flashes through the sky. You’re soaked and miserable. Okay, enough! This is ridiculous, you tell yourself as you run under a brown awning for momentary shelter.

You shutter under your coat and try to shake your hands dry enough so you can reach for your phone. Your fingers fumble over the keys. You open the Uber app and wait for a driver. You look up and see a figure through the grey, running for cover much like you had moments before.

“Jesus, this storm is ridiculous,” the man says from underneath multiple jackets and a hoodie as he reached the awning.

“Yeah, tell me about it. You would think people like us would listen to the weather channel,” You pity-laugh as you spoke.

“An inch of rain, my ass.” You laugh at the man’s comment, still looking down at your phone, hoping for anyone to pick up your ride request.

“I’d wager it’s closer to two,” You comment nonchalantly. Your phone buzzes in your frozen hand: Your driver will arrive in 59 minutes. You groan internally, debating whether the walk would really be all that bad. Thunder crashes simultaneously with a bright white flash of lightning. You jump and yelp, earning yourself a chuckle from the man next to you.

“Scared of a little thunder?” He asks.

“That one just caught me off guard,” You reply.

“I’m sorry to trouble you, but could I possibly borrow your phone? Seems mine is dead and I’d really like to call a cab.”

“Oh, um, sure!” You say, handing the stranger your phone. “Let me know the wait time if you get through. Uber said it’s going to take at least an hour.”

“That blows. I’ll let you know.” You absentmindedly tap your foot as the stranger uses your phone. Something about his voice is familiar, but you can’t place it. The accent throws you off. “The lines are busy.”

“Hm?” You ask, realizing you had zoned out.

“The lines are busy. Looks like I’m stuck here.” He says.

“You would think Ubers and Cabs would be better equipped to handle rainy days. I know they’re probably busy but it’s a little annoying.”

“Yeah, and you would think they would employ more people for high volume days,” He says. You nod in agreement. “Oh well, I think I’m going to head inside and grab a cup of coffee while I wait for the storm to settle; do you want to join me?” The man tentatively asks. You look at the building behind you, realizing for the first time that it was a small cafe.

“Oh, sure!” The man holds the door open for you and you step inside to the heat and the faint smell of coffee grinds. You turn around to thank the man for holding the door for you but words don’t reach your mouth. The man had taken his hood off and you finally realize why you recognized his voice. Spider-man was standing in front of you. His real name was escaping you in the shock that Spider-man had just asked you to get coffee with him. He gives you a cheeky smile as he walks past you to the counter.

“I’ll have a medium coffee and…” He pauses as he looks back at you. You’re still standing by the door, mouth slightly ajar at your realization. “Whatever she’s having.”

“What? You don’t have to do that!” You stutter out.

“Hey, it’s the last I can do. You let me borrow your phone.” You know that those two didn’t quite match up, but you let it slide because it had been a while since a cute boy offered to buy you a coffee and how often do people like you get to hang out with a superhero? You walk up next to him and read the menu.

“A medium vanilla latte, please,” You tell the barista. You and Spider-man walk to a small, mosaic table in the center of the cafe. The soft yellow glow of the overhead lights makes the room feel warmer than it actually is. You feel bad calling the man in front of you Spider-man in your head, but you can’t, for the life of you, remember his real name. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Oh,” He responds, slightly taken back by the question, like he expected you to already know. His eyes light up. “It’s uh, Tom.” You make a split-second decision to not make a big deal of his fame, a decision that you thanked yourself for making later.

“Nice to meet you, Uh-Tom. I’m (Y/N).” You throw in a cheeky smile as you bring your vanilla latte to your thawing lips. Tom laughs at your bad joke.

“So, where were you headed when the storm hit?” Tom asked.

“Home. I live about a mile and a half away. What about you?”

“My mate Harrison’s house. We were supposed to grab drinks. That’s obviously not gonna happen.”

“I don’t think binge drinking and massive storms really go together,” You muse.

“You obviously don’t hang out with the right kind of people.”

“Oh? And what do the ‘right kind of people’ do when they blackout and can’t figure out how to get home at the end of the night?” You ask.

“They wake up in a dumpster the next morning with one hell of a story to tell.” Tom shoots you a grin and you snort.

“Oh my, God. I’m so sorry.” You bring your hand over your mouth as if that would stop the noise that had already come out. Your face burns red hot and you sink lower into your chair. Tom bursts out laughing, tears nearly spilling from his eyes. “Tom! Stop laughing!” You whine.

“Aw, don’t get embarrassed. That was adorable.”

“That was horrendous,” You disagree. “So, what do you do?” You ask, even though you know the answer, hoping to change the subject.

“I’m an actor,” Tom smiles.

“What kind of an actor?” You ask. “Like a ‘starving artist’ actor? A ‘I have to bus tables in between plays’ actor? Or a ‘I’m the next Brad Pitt’ actor?” You were loving watching Tom laughing at your comments. It’s nice to know someone thinks I’m funny, you think to yourself.

“Hm,” Tom thinks. “Somewhere in between starving artist and Brad Pitt.”

“Been in anything I might have seen?” You ask. You’re teasing Tom and he has no idea. Where did all the confidence come from? Who am I? You ask yourself.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Your opinion on superheros,” Tom says. He doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Tobey Maguire was better,” You deadpan. Tom’s head snaps up.

“You knew?!” Tom nearly yells, but he’s smiling wide.

“Of course I knew, Dude! Marvel’s marketing isn’t exactly subtle; your face was plastered everywhere earlier this year.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Tom asks with a laugh.

“Didn’t seem important until now.” You shrug. “Besides, I liked watching you try to conceal your real identity. It was very Peter Parker of you.” Tom laughs again.

“So, you’re a fan?”

“Kind of! I mean, I like the movies but I’m not, like, writing smutty Loki fan fiction in my free time, you know?”

“Gotcha. That Loki fanfic gets…” Tom trails off.

“Fucking wild,” You finish his thought for him.

“Exactly. Do you, uh, do you really think Tobey is better?”

“What will you do if I say yes?”

“Cry,” Tom jokes. “Sue, maybe.”

“I can’t afford to be sued by you, and I’d feel pretty bad if I made you cry, so let’s just say Andrew was the best and call it a night.” You raise your eyebrows at Tom.

“Oh, fuck off!” Tom quips. The two of you continue to talk well into the nigh. You blow through an array of topics and Tom tells you stories that have you laughing so hard you cry. You don’t even realize how much time has past until the barista walks up to your table.

“Hey,” She rudely interrupts you telling Tom about the most embarrassing date you had ever been on. “We’re closing up.” You and Tom exchange a glance of terror and confusion. Have you really been here for four hours? You look towards the window, expecting to see grey. Instead you only see black with blurry bright lights peeping through the window.

“Have we?” You ask.

“There’s no way…” Tom responds. You both stare at each other for a moment before you both bust out into laughter. Tom grabs your empty cup and stands up, walking to the trash. As you stand, a moment of sadness hit you. The last fours hours with Tom have been the most entertaining and carefree hours you have had in years, but Tom is a celebrity. Tom is Spider-Man for God’s sake. What would he want with you?

“So I had-” “Can I get your-” You and Tom speak simultaneously.

“Sorry you go,” Tom says.

“No, really, you go!” You encourage.

“Um, okay. Can I get your number?” Tom ask/.

“Seriously?” You squeak out.

“Are you seriously questioning it? Yes, seriously. I’d like to take you out sometime when we’re both not sopping wet and exhausted… if that’s okay.”

“Y-yeah! Of course! Here put your number in my phone and text yourself!” You hand your phone to Tom with a smile plastered across your face that you can’t quit. You stare at Tom as he types away on your phone. For the first time, you recognized how truly beautiful he is. His sharp jawline blended down into soft skin and broad shoulders. A curl of his brown hair cascaded down over his eye and his fingers were-

“(Y/N)?” Tom’s smooth voice interrupts your thoughts. “You’re drooling, love.” You blush like mad.

“S-sorry.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing how easy you get embarrassed,” Tom says. Before you can say anything, Tom leans in and leaves a barely-there kiss on your lips. “See you soon, Darlin’.” Tom smiles and walks out into the rain without another word. You stand under the awning, stunned by the interaction you had just had.

You hop out into the rain like a little kid during the first storm after a long summer. Though it isn’t as stormy as it was before, the rain still pelts against your skin and seeps into your shoes and socks. The wind pushes you up the sidewalk. You knew you��d have a hefty Uber bill waiting for you for missing your ride, but you couldn’t be bothered; You had a date with Spider-man.

A/N: This is the first “fan fic” type thing I’ve written in, like, 3 years so let me know what you think!! I plan on writing a lot more for this blog so feedback is appreciated :)

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland scenario #marvel #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #tom holland fluff #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman fic #spiderman fanfiction #harrison osterfield

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lauras-collection · 4 years ago

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my adorable prince ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

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Summary: You get to watch the first episode of your boyfriends new show early and you can’t get over how adorable he is. Harrison tries to prove you wrong. (unsuccessfully)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (soft, oral [f receiving], face sitting, fingering, unprotected sec, cockwarming), established relationship

A/N: Happy The Irregulars release day!!! I got to watch the first episode early and that inspired this so I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Harrison had anxiously been awaiting the moment that you got to see the first episode of the show he’d been working on for one and a half years. And the time had finally come. You’d gotten cosy on the bed to watch the early screening, Harrison’s laptop connected to the TV, and now the credits are rolling over the screen.

Harrison turns to look at you, eager to hear your thoughts. You lift your head from his shoulder and give him a wide smile.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” he laughs, his eyes almost squinting shut.

“It’s true!”

“Whatever you say” Rolling his eyes playfully, he squeezes your side.

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” You say, your voice now serious. Harrison has worked so hard, and now he’s finally stepping into the limelight, getting the recognition he deserves. There’s not a shred of doubt in your body that this will be his big break.

Harrison smiles warmly and pulls you into a kiss. “Thanks, love.”

You think back to the way his character stumbled over his words when talking to his love interest and can’t help but smile. “So adorable.” You whisper against his lips.

Harrison growls softly, “I’ll show you adorable.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” And with that, he moves you so he’s laying on top of you between your legs that you now wrap around his waist. “I already like where this is going” You smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair, gently scratching his scalp with your fingertips.

Harrison covers your neck with kisses before nibbling and sucking at your collarbones. His hands wander under your shirt, moving it up your body while he caresses your skin. Your nipples stiffen when his thumbs gently brush against the underside of your breasts.

You move your hands from his hair to grab the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips leave your body momentarily, and as if to not waste time, he quickly pulls your shirt over your head as well.

With a movement he’s perfected over the time you’ve been together, he rolls over, so you’re now on top of him, your naked chest pressing against his. You dip your head down and kiss him, your tongue sliding over his lips until he opens up for you.

You feel Harrison’s hands wander over your bare back before he grabs your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his big hands, and you can’t help but moan. You push your hips against his, his arousal apparent by the bulge that’s pressing against your covered core.

His hands slip under the fabric of your leggings and underwear, slowly pushing the material down your body. Getting impatient, you pull away from his lips and help him to undress you before doing the same to him.

And then you’re both naked. Standing at the end of the bed, you take a moment to admire the beautiful man that is your boyfriend. His skin is glowing golden in the soft light, his hard cock resting against his abdomen and his eyes shimmering as they rake over your body.

“Need you” the words slip past your lips without you even realising.

“C’mere, baby” He motions you closer with his hands, and you gladly comply, climbing onto the bed and shuffling over to him on your knees. “Take my hand.” He whispers, and you do so without hesitation, your fingers tangling with his. And then he gently tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come even closer.

He sinks down the headboard until his head is resting on the pillows, and when he pats his chest with his free hand, you finally realise what his plan is.

“You sure?” Harrison hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing yours gently. With shaky movements, you position your knees on either side of his head. He lets go of your hand to place both of his on your thighs to support you. With a tight grip, you cling onto the headboard as you feel yourself getting worked up just from being in this position.

Harrison places a few kisses on your inner thighs, the pressure of his fingertips getting a little more intense. “You’ve got the prettiest cunt. Have I ever told you that?” He asks, his breath hitting your heat. Your whole body is starting to tingle and you have to close your eyes.

“About a million times, yes.” You press out, and Harrison chuckles.

“And I’ll probably tell you about a million times more” And then he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down until his tongue sweeps through your wet folds. “So wet for me.” He hums, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on it. He eats you out like his life depends on it, every flick of his tongue causing the coil in your stomach to tighten. You whimper, your walls squeezing around nothing and you can feel Harrison chuckle against you, pushing you even further towards the edge.

“Fuck.” you gasp, “Need your fingers, Haz” You manage to press out, and it doesn’t take long until you feel his fingers gathering your wetness and pushing into you. Your hips pushing against his face making Harrison hum as he crooks his digits, the pads of his fingers finding your g-spot, making you moan.

You feel the tingling in your lower belly increasing, your muscles tightening as you remove one hand from the headboard to place it on Harrison’s that is still holding onto your thigh. Your fingers slot between his, and you squeeze them tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Your back arches, your hips rutting against Harrison’s face on their own accord, for a moment you’re scared that you might’ve hurt him, but when you look down, he’s looking up at you with a glint in his eyes, and even though you can’t see his mouth you know he’s grinning.

He keeps kissing and licking your pussy, lapping up everything he can, his fingers still inside you, prolonging your orgasm.

When you’ve finally come down from your high, you realise how weak your legs have gotten. With shaky hands, you grab onto the headboard again, slowly lifting yourself up before starting to scoot down Harrison’s body, but not without Harrison placing one last kiss on your clit.

You sink down onto the bed next to him, trying to catch your breath.

“Was that good?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then he sucks his fingers clean, his ring gleaming in the light. The sight makes another wave of warmth pool between your legs.

“That was amazing. I still think you’re adorable, though” you smirk, and Harrison laughs.

“Let’s see what else I can do about that” And with that, he’s between your legs again, except now his hard cock is pressing against your slightly sensitive clit, making you throw your head back with a moan.

Harrison takes the opportunity to place more kisses on your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin here and there until your neck is covered in love bites. With every tiny movement of Harrison’s body, his cock moves through your folds, rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take long until you’re desperate for him again.

You bury your hands in his hair to pull his face up, so it’s hovering over yours, “Need you inside me.” You whisper against his lips, the corners of his mouth kicking up into a smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he captures your lips with his before reaching one of his hands down to position his cock at your entrance. And then he’s slowly entering you, and you hum at the feeling of finally being stretched out by him.

Your arousal makes it easy for him to slide into you, and when he bottoms out, both of you let out a moan.

“You feel so good, babygirl.” He rasps, “Could spend the rest of my life like this.” and then he starts thrusting, your legs falling open just a tad bit wider, letting him enter you deeper.

Harrison places his forearms next to your head, his whole body now covering yours while he keeps sliding in and out of you, his thrusts deep and smooth.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his with every word. Harrison smiles, then presses his lips against yours.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his nose against yours, “So much.”

Your orgasm starts to build slowly, and you relish every moment of being wrapped up in Harrison like this. Your eyes are locked with his, and he’s everything that matters at this moment.

You can feel his thrust starting to get sloppy, so you wrap your legs around his waist and push up your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby” You murmur against his lips and tighten your walls around his cock, you can feel him throb inside you, and with a groan, he picks up his pace a little bit, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

And then he’s reaching his orgasm with a groan, releasing inside of you, pushing you over the edge as well.

You’re lost in your own little world for a while, you and Harrison the only two people that exist as the waves of pleasure take you away.

You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes, but when you open them, Harrison is looking down at you with a relaxed smile, his expression full of love before he gives you a lingering kiss.

“Still adorable?”

“Always” You smile lazily, and Harrison shakes his head a little, the grin never leaving his face. You gently place your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs caressing over his cheeks, “You’ll always be my adorable prince. Get used to it.” You whisper, afraid you're going to burst this bubble if you speak too loudly.

Harrison tilts his head a bit so he can kiss the inside of your palm.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” Harrison smiles, kisses your nose and makes a move to pull out of you, but you stop him with a squeeze of his arm.

“Stay? Just a little longer? Wanna be close to you” If possible, Harrison’s expression becomes even softer as he returns to his previous position. You wrap your arms around him tightly, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He murmurs against your heated skin.

You brush your hand over his back in slow circles, the other going into his hair.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m loving this.” And you do. You love being close to him, every inch of your body touching his, your breathing synced. There's no place you’d rather be than right here, just like this.

A/N: Ahh I hope you like it! I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this 😅 I’ll be watching the irregulars now, see you guys later 😌💕

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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years ago

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Threesome Fic

So apparently my threesome fic (Tom Holland x reader x Harrison Osterfield) isn’t appearing in tags and it’s been a few days and it has under 100 notes which doesn’t seem right. So if you’d like to read Best of Three, you can click here!

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spidyboyholland · 6 years ago

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The Boy Next Door-Tom Holland (chapter 6-jealously)

CHAPTER 1/CHAPTER 2/CHAPTER 3/CHAPTER 4/CHAPTER 5/CHAPTER 6/CHAPTER 7

pairing: tom holland x female reader

summary: haz finds out about you and tom, it seems like he is just jealous, or is he actually looking out for you?

warnings: swearing, possibly the mention of sexual content or drugs/alcohol

The whole night had just seemed like a dream. A beautiful, sweet, caring guy had just taken you out on your dream date. You and Tom had layed under the stars for hours, almost till it started getting light. You had to rush home since you had school the next day, which you were not looking forward to due to the lack of sleep you managed to get. Tom had placed a soft kiss on your forehead before walking you back up to your doorstep and saying goodnight at four in the morning. Things seemed to be working out perfectly in this new town. At first, the move was the worst thing to have happened all year, well almost the worst thing. You had been through a lot, so adding moving to the list was not something you wanted to do. But you had to make the most of it, and that’s exactly what you were doing.

Luckily you had Tom and Haz. They made everything in this bleak, dull, town seem full of life and new adventures. You were extremely happy to have them.

Waking up, you smiled remembering the night before. Just you and Tom under the stars for hours. This was the first time in ages you were actually excited to go to school.

Tom pulled into your driveway four minutes late, but it didnʻt bother you. You hopped into his car and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as he asked you “Howʻd you sleep love?”

“Great” You said smiling and putting your bag down by your feet

“Iʻm glad. I hope we can do that again soon.” He said while grabbing your hand and holding it as he drove to school.

As you sat in the car with Tom holding your hand you began to think to yourself for the first time you met him, are we taking things too fast? You had only known him for like four days and you two had already been making out. It all just had all just happened so fast you never took a second to think. It was hard to think around Tom. He had a certain charisma about him that just made you melt when he said your name. Whenever you were with him, things happened so naturally, it didnʻt feel forced at all, thatʻs probably why you havenʻt even taken a second to think about what you were doing. He always just seemed so trustworthy that it never seemed like a problem.

As Tom pulled into the school parking lot, you could see Noah and his group of friends hanging out just outside of the doors like they were yesterday afternoon. A small knot in your stomach grew as you saw them, hoping you and Tom could just sneak past them.

As you and Tom approached the entrance where they all were, it was obvious that you and Tom did not have the same ideaʻs. He waved to Noah and walked right for them, you reluctantly followed behind him.

“Good morning y/n! I love this carpool thing you and Thomas have going on itʻs the sweetest thing.” Noah said while putting his arm around Tom

“Y/n go ahead, Iʻll meet you in there” Said Tom has he motioned you to go inside without him

So much for standing up for me next time... You thought as you nodded and walked in alone.

You walked through the hall to your locker, but you could feel the stares of people as you walked in. It was still strange to be the new girl, but it was getting less bad now that you knew your way around somewhat.

You made it to your locker and managed to open it by yourself today, putting away the books you didnʻt need today and taking out the oneʻs you did.

You looked out in the hallway looking to see if Tom was coming in but instead you saw familiar blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Hey! Harrison!” You said trying to get his attention because he had ear buds in

He smiled and walked up to you

“We have to stop meeting like this” He said grinning

“Oh my gosh you are so cheesy” You laughed as you closed your locker

“Are we still on for lunch today or are you gonna ditch that too?” He asked laughing a bit

“Im so sorry about yesterday Harrison! It is a long story but I will explain at lunch. I wonʻt ever ditch you again I promise!” You saw bumping your shoulder into his

“Okay okay good, I would be pret-” Haz was cut off by Tom stepping right into the conversation, literally and physically.

Tom stepped right in between you two and said “Hey Harrison. Cʻmon y/n, I donʻt want you to be late for AP History. “ He said as he dragged you away

“See you at lunch Harrison!” You say back to Haz as you see him looking down annoyed. He just nods and walks off in the opposite direction.

Tom drops you off at AP History and goes to his class. The rest of the morning is painfully boring and slow. History and French both go so slow that you think youʻll die of old age.

You were excited to hurry up and get to lunch so you could talk to Haz. You needed to apologize about ditching him yesterday, then again this morning when Tom dragged you away from him. Something seemed to of changed from the first time you saw Haz and Tom together. They seemed like actual friends, now they seemed more like enemies and competitors more than friends. Haz told you that thatʻs just how it was at school, but there seemed to be more to it than that.

Lunch finally came around, so you went into the dining hall to look for Harrison. You saw Noah and his group of friends sitting at a table in the middle of the dining hall. You also noticed Tom sitting with them, and Laila sitting next to him. Tom noticed you and gestured for you to come over but you just nodded no and walked away, but made sure to text him so he didnʻt get mad.

“Sorry, promised to have lunch with Haz today.”

You finally found Harrison under a big tree near the track and football field. He was reading and eating a sandwich.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You say as you take a seat next to him on the grass

“Nope, go ahead” He says while putting his book away

“Harrison I am really sorry about yesterday. I completely meant to go home with you but then Tom started walking me out and then Noah and his crew were outside. Noah just started saying stuff and Tom didn-”

You were cut off by Harrison slamming his hand onto the tree,

“What the hell did Tom say?! I swear to god! I told you Y/N! Tom is bad news! Noah and Tom and their entire fucking gang!” Harrison said enraged

“Wait, no, Harrison, Tom didnʻt do anything! I mean he didnʻt stand up for me, but it was just Noah saying stuff, not Tom. Thatʻs why I couldnʻt go home with you. Things were happening so fast in the moment, he took me to his car then drove me home. I was a little mad at him but he texted me later and we hung out and everything was fine... better than fine actually.” You said smiling turning a bit pink thinking about the amazing time you had with Tom

You looked over to Haz and saw him start to pack up his bag and stand up

“Wait, Harrison where the fuck are you going?” You say while standing up and grabbing his forearm so that he stops walking away.

Harrison turned to you with an frustrated look and said

“Yea. Of course.Of course you and Tom hung out last night.” Haz said starting to walk away again

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shout at him

“It means that this isnʻt new Y/N! Tom has done this a million times! What? Did he text you late at night, asking for an adventure? Then let me guess... he took you to a movie in the woods? Maybe a candle lit picnic at the beach? Stargazing? Sunset on a hill?” Harrison yelled

You were having a hard time processing this all right now so you just went with your natural instinct which was to defend Tom

“It isnʻt like that!” You yelled back

“Oh but isnʻt it? He probably told you how much he likes you, and how he loves to spend time with you, and maybe even how he feels a REAL connection with you. Well let me tell you right now, thats bullshit. Laila and Tom fight then break up every couple of weeks, and in attempts to make Laila jealous, Tom will hang around with a new girl for a few days, then he drops her to get back together with Laila. Tom doesnʻt care about you Y/N. “

Tears started to fill your eyes. You didnʻt want to believe it, but it really sounded like Harrison knew what he was talking about.

“He... itʻs...” You struggled to find the words as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

Harrison noticed you were crying and his facial quickly changed from anger to sadness and guilt.

“Y/N... Im sorry... I didnʻt mean too say anything that- nevermind... but, Im sorry”Harrison said as he leaned in to hug you

“I know Im just another stupid fucking pawn in one of Toms games” You said as you wiped the last couple of tears off your cheeks

“No! You arenʻt just another one of those girls. You are different. I care about you. Like a lot. Thatʻs why Im telling you this because I donʻt want to see you get hurt. That would kill me.” Harrison said as he stroked your hair to behind your ear

“Thank you Harrison... I donʻt plan on getting hurt by a fuck boy anytime soon. I think Im going to talk to him about it.”

“Okay... good luck” Harrison said giving you one last quick hug before getting up to leave before class.

You were dreading having to talk to Tom. You were scared. Not scared of what he would say, more scared of what Tom wouldnʻt say.

authours note-Okay this was my first time writing in like two or more months so sorry it sucked and it was short! I tried writing this like a million times but there has been really bad storms where I live that have been messing up the wifi so I had to rewrite this a million times! Message me to be added to the tag list and also message me if you have any ideas you want written in!

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fantasyizlife · 6 years ago

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My Savagez part 7

Paring: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield x reader (AU)

Summary: Tom, Haz and Y/N are in a loveship built so uniquely by your own three beating hearts no one could break it apart. But what happens when buried past don't stay buried? Will your love survive? Will you survive? How much of their past is going to test and take from each of you? Only time and endurance will tell.

Side note: Loosely based off of the movie Savages

Word count: 7329..my personal best (the struggle was real)

Warnings: Haz fluff Haz angst/honesty Haz smut. 18 and older type of vibe

**For my readers who follow and dont want smut there is a cut line to STOP, its smut til the end! For us Tom lovers, there will be a price to pay if we stay away too long, the good price ; } **

“I’m seriously not in the fucking mood guys” Haz answered with a red face opening it with such a force it slammed against the door stopper. His hair was a mess and the veins on his normally smooth neck were showing me just what kind of a fucking mood he was in. I looked down at the ground as his eyes met mine. They were a swirl of mixed blues and emotions like a tropical storm coming into shore. The kind you seek shelter from. “I’m sorry, I’m..Harrison” I stammered out “I’m sorry I didn’t know how to say it fast enough, but I want you, I mean..I want to be here with you, I need to be here Harrison” I said closing my leaking eyes as I felt his stare over me. It felt like heartbeats of forever until he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I rested my cheek against his pounding heart and felt the warm string of tears that dropped onto my face. “Let’s shower angel, it’s been a long day, yeah?” he said lifting me in his arms. His voice was soft and breaking as he swallowed his emotions down. “How about a bath instead?” I asked doing the same with my emotions. He nodded in agreement taking me to his bed, sitting me down. I looked around as he brought my stuff from the hallway.

I slipped into his bathroom almost as big as the apartment I had back in Michigan. I started the water and poured lots of bubbles in the water filling the air with smells of coconut. He came in already undressed. He got in and jumped back out fast just as fast. I giggled as I remembered my water temperatures were different than his. “Angel that is freezing, a bath has to be warmer than that, even for you!" he said twisting the hot all the way on. I turned it back halfway. “Nope, I dont like to be hot when I get wet Haz” I said as he slid under the bubbles towards the spout where it was steaming as it came out. He raised his eyes smiling as he hit the power to turn on the jets “I beg to differ, I can tell you a few times you've been hot and wet never complained once" he smirked watching me undress. I laughed at him getting in behind him where it would be coldest, for a few minutes anyways. There's a difference between those hots and wets Haz" He leaned into me as I laid back loving the cold feel of the tub and his warmth on my skin. There were floor to ceiling mirrors surrounding the tub making anywhere I looked right at him. He smiled turning off the water as he noticed me noticing that fact. “You must really love looking..humm..at yourself in here” I said not meeting his eyes. he pulled my foot into his soft long fingers and started to massage them. I closed my eyes moaning my gratitude. “It's a safety issue love, this is meant to relax my body and soul. But I couldn't do that if I can't see what's surrounding me can I?” I nodded in agreement not opening my eyes. “Why do you do that, why not just ask what's on your mind y/n, I never want you to hold back from me. I'll always be open and honest so long as you are" I shrugged my shoulders as he massaged my other foot. “Your eyes are closed but I can still see your mind over working because your heart is pounding y/n, just get it out" he said nibbling my toe. I jerked back and he pulled me into him. “We could seriously float side by side in here, why do you need a tub so big in a ocean" I said hugging his neck trying to drop the stupid insecure girl that surfaced once in awhile. “So I can bring all my honeys into it when I feel the need. I even have a name for the VIP event it's called Hazes honey hot tub express. Its a yearly event, if you play nice, I'll make sure your top of the list” he said poking my side to make me laugh. “ASK Y/N" he held me away from him so he could look at me. I moved behind him and started to rub his shoulders. He was tight and his breathing hitched as I worked on the knots. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“How many” I offered vs asked. “That doesn't count" he smiled loving my touch. “How many others” I said just above a whisper he bit his lip and didn't reply. “How many other woman Harrison” I asked sinking my body lower under the shield of bubbles. He did the same allowing me my space. He held my eyes as he answered securely “None that’s matter like you do. And never has a woman been on this yacht let alone my room or my tub if that's what your asking angel" he pulled me against his chest and we sat against the tub. “Tom and I forbidden it, you made us break our own rule y/n" he smiled against my shoulder kissing it sweetly. “You will in fact, break every single rule we had to protect ourselves from ever hurting our hearts again" he wrapped his long legs around me and started to wash my hair. I looked at him in the mirror as his eyes seemed to go to a far away place and he pinched his eyebrows together as he spoke “I was awkward growing up y/n. I wasn't the cool kid who had lots of friends and girls falling over them. I had Tom and his brothers, a few others but none I can name now. My body grew weird just like me” he laughed rinsing my long hair “I was a virgin until the summer of my graduating year, before my life went to shit" he said sliding under the water. He quickly lathered up his hair and I shaved my legs needing to hear everything he would tell me. I can't say why but with Harrison it mattered more than with Tom. Haz seemed vulnerable like me, perhaps it was part of my attachment to him. “I won't tell you Tom's story, it's his to tell. We handled our own grieving hell differently and however we seen fit I guess. I buried myself in becoming what I am today. I wasn't born to be what I am, sometimes I look in the mirror and the old me shivers at what looks back” he closed his eyes and disappeared under the water again. I sat on my knees to face him once he came up. “What exactly are you Harrison?” I said as he looked away and then back to me. His eyes were glacier cold, no warmth, no softness, no love...no Haz. “I'm a killer y/n" he looked up unable to watch my reaction as he told his story. “When my whole family was taken from me all I had were Tom and his brothers. I love them as if they are my brothers, but I couldn't help the loneliness I felt. I felt like I just followed where Tom led. Harry has always been a buddy to me but Sam can be cold at times. Needless to say, the moment we were presented with the truth of our fathers and a chance to revenge our family's deaths, Tom jumped pulling me right along, or I followed I can't remember anymore" he shook his head looking anywhere but at me. I pulled the plug and shut off the jets. I could tell he was growing anxious with nowhere to go. He looked at me with relief and I smiled knowingly. I stood up and he watched as I dried myself off. He grabbed my lotion out of my hands and ordered me to the bed. I dropped my towel and swayed my hips dramatically as I went in search of my clean clothes.

He dried off fast and was at my side quickly. “Here baby, where these” he said holding up soft batman pajama bottoms. I took them and laughed as he held up another pair “We can twin it, after I lotion you up" he said biting his lip. I slipped on my panties as he put on his batman pjs. “Is batman your favorite superhero?” I asked crawling to the middle of his xl king bed. His living quarters was built to fit him. It was almost a direct reflection of himself. Floor to ceiling was white marble with contrasts of royal and powder blues mixed with silver and dark gray furniture pulling it all into a crisp clean yet relaxing room. He had a beautiful view of the ocean through windows that practically went all the way around. There was a zero gravity chair that reminded me of a hammock. I made a mental note to test that out. He hit a switch that made the windows darken and the fireplace light up. I could hear the ocean fading as the window above the bed closed and turned into a mirror. “Wow, fancy" I said as he crawled to me planting a kiss on my bare tummy. “Wait until you feel the bed heat up” he said hovering over me. I blushed a little and smiled at the necklace he wore that I had gotten him, it tickled my skin ashe bent down and kissed my face with his soft lips. I twisted his wet hair in my fingers as he nibbled my ear then pulled away. “We've made you a naughty girl already” he smiled back as he ran cold lines of lotion down my naked chest, tummy and legs. “I have heaters in the mattress, I don’t like being cold” he smirked as my body responded to his touch. The lotion left my exposed skin cool and full of goosebumps as my back felt the warm bed under me. His long soft fingers massaged anywhere he touched. I was trying to be on my best behaviour, I knew there was so much more he wanted to tell me and I wanted to hear it all before he changed his mind. He rolled me over and made the same lines along my back, ass and legs. “Your so beautiful angel, inside and out” he kissed the small of my back and I pushed my body up on my hands and knees. FUCK ME! I needed to clear my head for him. I shot up from the bed “I need a drink, this bed is hot Haz!” he laughed as he rolled off the bed and walked to the mini bar. He pulled out two glasses with ice and offered me the choice of my ciroc or champagne. “Lets share” I said pointing at the ciroc. He poured and I slipped on one of his clean t-shirts and matching batman bottoms before moving to the couch closest to him. He still had a heavy look in his eyes and it was hurting me to see him like this, he tried to cover it with a smile “You look good in my clothes twin” he handed me my drink and stood against the bar crossing his legs swirling the clear liquor right before he downed it. Shit, I hope Ciroc was the right choice as I did the same. He refilled us and took a small sip..whew! “So tell me, what do you love about batman? I’m an Iron Man girl myself, or if a female superhero, Wonder Woman 100%” I said trying to not be obvious to wanting to talk about his troubles if he wasn’t willing.

“As a kid I’ve always loved him” he smiled before his eyes flashed to the glacier ice cold like they had in the tub, he downed the second glass and I did too, here we go, I thought to myself. Haz didn’t offer more as he started to pace the room. “As I was forced to become my own man so fast he became who, in my mind, I aspired to be like” he shook his head at the thought “Bruce Wayne is rich,charming and head smart in the daylight, at night he turns into a killer only hunting down the bad guys, hated by his own city he wants to protect just for trying to balance out the fucked up in Gotham, then he goes home to an empty house, sleeps and repeats. Story of my life!” He scooped out more ice and filled his glass. He paced back and forth the soft padding of his bare feet was the only noise before he continued. “I had to work extra hard to force myself into being a trained killer, it took me a lot longer than Tom. My heart wasn’t in it, or my head, I wanted to..believe me, FUCK, I was weak I suppose. I had to go through separate training than he did, once he surpassed me as usual, they seperated us to focus on our skill sets. I had to work out twice as hard, twice as much. To break me of my “warm heart” as they called it, they isolated me for weeks at a time in the coldest climates during my training. When I was allowed back around Tom they made sure I stayed in wet clothes as a reminder to not let myself feel or show my “warm emotions” I suffered the whole time we trained side by side, my weak self didn’t want to be without Tom, I also couldn’t let that show so I used it to fuel my brain to get through” his jaw tensed up and he took a long drink. On autopilot he filled us both back up. Wow, this was getting deep, perhaps liquor wasn’t the best for us. He let me take the bottle not even seeming to notice the movements. “I love Tom y/n, I’d give my last breath for him and not think twice. Don’t hate me for this, but if I don’t say what I’ve needed to for so long, I’ll never forgive myself” he said sweeping his eyes over mine and across my face waiting for the reassurance he needed “You can tell me anything Harrison, it won’t leave this room, I promise” he gave me a weak smile and started to pace again.

“Sometimes I felt like Toms fucking shadow. I’ve always been at his side, in his eyes I was his equal, but he don’t know the shit I used to get even growing up being his best friend. He was better at talking to people, he was popular with all the kids, he was better at sports and whatever else we did together. I never let it show because he always included me and made sure to push me so he could have me next to him. He meant it from his heart but others who noticed it let me catch hell for it y/n” he pulled his blonde hair hard as he let out a frustrated growl “I was having a hard time getting anyone to say yes to going to senior prom with me and as a way of helping, Tom convinced our parents to let us take dance lessons. As usual Tom had all the girls in the class flocking to him, even the one I had a secret crush on! I never even told Tom, I knew he would try to “help” me and no fucking way was that going to happen. The dance class ended up like most things did for me, I sat on the sideline and watched. I tried, but like I said before I have two left feet. I hid behind the scenes as the DJ and effects man. I helped make Tom look all the cooler to the my crush. My reward was her asking him to prom and he accepted. I spent that night drinking and hanging with his brothers. My brave ass little sister Charlotte who had a crush on Tom ended our night by kneeing him in the balls as he danced with the girl” he laughed pausing as he soaked in his emotions. It was clear he was drunk. “It was my sister who told Tom on our last holiday together the truth, little shit she was, even tougher than me now I bet...if she had been given the chance” he closed his eyes as one tear fell down his face. I stood up and he held his hand out to stop me. I stayed on the couch as my own tears fell. “The fucked up part of all this is that I’m the asshole in it, when Tom made me tell him the truth about taking my crush to prom and not telling him, he found a way that we both got our man cards that summer. And when Tom found out how they gave me special training through torture, he removed us from their clutches and started our own way to honor our family's.” I followed his teary eyes as they stared straight ahead, looking at himself through the now black windows that reflected like glass “He’s my best mate and brother, together we are the most lethal men on this earth, yet I’m afraid of who you might see when you look at me the way you do y/n. I’ve never crossed any lines without him except the ones we drew for you y/n” he shut his eyes tight “I knew from the moment we all met that things just shifted for us, it sounds so fucked up that him and I made a deal before you even knew how we felt about you y/n” he shook his head rethinking the memory “All my life, until we met you, I felt lesser than..” he choked out “Now with you, I see us all so happy, I don’t want to fuck this up for any of us” he started to crumble

I was already in front of him as he came crashing down. All those truths never spoken over so many years will drop us humans like that. I know from when I told them the truth of my darkest times of my life. I held him against me on the floor as he let go of his pain. When he was done I wiped his tears and looked into his eyes letting him know exactly who and what I seen was him. One could say it was the Ciroc talking but my heart knew it was beyond that as I spoke it outloud first “I love you Harrison, who you are is my Batman, saving this world from the pain we all felt too early in life, you can never fuck this up for anyone, I promise” his eyes went wide as he let the words float inside his buzzing head he looked at my lips in disbelief “Say it again, please y/n” he said preparing himself. He held my face and his breath “I love you Harrison James Osterfield” his lips crashed into mine hard and he took my breath away as he kissed me deep with unbridled need. He broke away and held me tight to his pounding heart “I love you y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n” he held me for a few minutes before standing up and pulling me to our feet. I walked to the bed as he got us glasses of ice water. He set them down on the nightstand and embraced me in his arms. “Thank you for just listening to me angel, I can’t tell you how much lighter I feel being able to tell someone all of that. I’ve never told a soul, just held onto it like an anchor” I turned into his arms and held tight to him, my head listened to his steady heart and it gave me relief “I really do love you Harrison, you're the first soul outside of my mom I’m able to say that to” he kissed my face soft “I love you just as much angel”

I slipped away from him and he watched me going through all my stuff looking for my phone and ipod. He shook his head laughing when I held them up with a victorious squeal. He held me close as I snapped our picture as twins. I hit record as we said our I love yous again. What can I say, I’m a moments girl at heart! He led me to his system and I selected my place list titled heart. “I’ve been meaning to ask you why your like the only person in the world left that has an ipod and why do you have so many playlist?” he chuckled as I gave him a playful dirty look “Haz

I’m a free spirit. My body is just the shell and my soul drives it through music. Music is my drug of choice. You’ll see as we learn more about each other, I’m my mother's daughter, I was a dancer even in her belly, it’s why she nicknamed me tiny dancer” I smiled as I walked slowly to him, he was going into deep thought mode “Don’t worry I’ll teach you to dance Haz, I’ve accepted it as my heavenly duty” he shook his head in disbelief as I stroked the skin along his spine “I already told you love, I’m a lost cause, I’ve got two..” I cut him off placing my finger against his soft lips “That's my job, I’d tell you if you were a lost cause, I already know your not” He held my gaze trying to believe I wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better. “Want me to prove it?” I asked soft not wanting to lose him to his past insecurities and wanting to give him strength to leave his demons behind, like him and Tom had for me. “You have rhythm Harrison and your not afraid to let loose” he rolled his eyes trying to not smile “Think about us in that bar our first night, you danced with me then. And lets not forget how perfectly you fit against me as we danced back at our hut, just before you gave me my first orgasm, and you might not have noticed but your dancing with me right now” his flesh felt warmer under my fingertips and he smiled big as he realized it was true. We were slowly swaying to the beat of “Bad Romance the live remix” by 30 Seconds to Mars. He quickly lifted his shirt off my body and kissed my neck sexy and slow still rocking his hips to the rhythm. I felt his cock grow as the Haz I knew came back. “I always wondered what you would like” he whispered kissing my lips smiling his bright sexy smile. I raised my eyebrows in question “My forever..and now I know” His words triggered the Haziness chemicals in my brain and I felt my core heat up, needing all of him.

* Smut...starts here..swim away...swim away*

He backed us up slow until the back of my knees hit the bed and he held onto me so I wouldn't fall away from his lips. He kissed and licked lower between my breast as “Alibi” by 30 Seconds to Mars played in the air. He took my panties and pjs off in one motion kissing my hip and coming back to my breasts. He traced them slow as he took them in with wide eyes. I remembered this was his first chance to touch me here due to his punishment for breaking rules, Harrison was a breast man for sure. He placed light wet kisses around one nipple as his skilled fingers caressed the other one. I was lost just watching him as he slowly cherished me in this moment. My heart was marked again as he looked in my eyes as if to ask my permission. “Make love to me Harrison, please” I said soft tracing his lips and biting my own. He made me gasp as he scraped his teeth along my neck and his necklace make my hot skin tingle. “1 +1 ” started to play by Beyonce and I closed my eyes as he took control of my body the way he wanted. His more than expert hands slid under me forcing my back to arch my breast right into his waiting and wanting mouth. I grabbed his hair as sucked hard on one and pinched the other enticing..new word.. Pain and soothing it as he rolled it between his soft fingers. I opened my eyes as he repeated the same hunger need on my other breast and nipple. I covered my eyes with one hand as I noticed the mirror above us and adjusted to me looking back at him from a different view. His back muscles flexed as he moved his body lower kissing my stomach, fuck he was sexy. I have to admit it was distracting but hot as sin.

Harrison ignited me and seemed to lick at the flames he brought about. I sat up on my elbows watching him as he caressed my skin with his tongue. His blue eyes reminded me of the hottest part of a fire as he scorched my soul, his eyes danced with mine. He slid off the bed and pulled me to the edge. I sat up looking down on him on his knees. He was leaning back looking at my body in fascination. I closed my eyes as he kissed each inner thigh making me spread my legs for his viewing pleasure. He ever so gently kissed above my sensitive nub and rested my feet on the edge of the bed frame making me more exposed to him. I gripped his hair as he blew his breath on my wet sex. “Fuck I want to taste you baby, is that okay?” he asked looking at me with hooded eyes. I moaned in response biting my lip and arching my back. I flashed hot as he inhaled my scent “Your smell so delicious angel” I closed my eyes in embarrassment but opened them just as quick as he claimed my sex with his mouth. He flattened his tongue along my silky slit and licked up to the top my clit. “Please..please don’t stop Harrison” I begged holding his hair tighter. He looked up at me and I couldn’t look at anything but the way his soft lips cupped my pussy and sucked on it forcefully yet tender. I rocked my hips to ride his beautiful mouth. I watched his face become wetter with my sex and it turned me on all the more “Harrison I’m so close” I cried out in pleasure. “I love the way you scream my name y/n” he moaned sliding in a finger right towards my G spot. I swear the room went black and I almost fell forward. He held my neck keeping my body straight as he fingered me at a steady pace. His thumb worked my nub in vigorous circles and he slid in another finger. “Fuck your so tight and so so wet baby” I struggled to keep my eyes open as I felt the wave coming fast. I tried to close my legs, I wasn’t ready to let go of this Haz high yet. “Please Harrison..Harrison..” my eyes rolled into my head as he fucked me with his fingers and his tongue making me come undone. “Yes y/n, feed me baby” he moaned as I rode his face faster. I watched as my sex soaked his face and fingers. He was a sexy sticky mess and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t even close to being done with me. “Your beautiful when you come like that” he said husky as he leaned against me and pressed his face to mine. I could smell my juices on him and I kissed him deep wanting to taste me in his mouth. It was intoxicating. I broke the kiss and moved my body back into the center of the bed waiting on my knees as I touched my breast for him. Harrison stood up from the floor and admired me some more. I would never grow tired of the way he adoringly looked at me. He made me feel both beautiful and sexy. I watched as he slid off his batman pjs and whimpered at his long smooth cock that sprang free.

“Your the beautiful one Hazzy” I said biting my lips. He took a deep breath and let it out shaky as I looked at him with my hungry eyes. FUCK, I’ve wanted this man since I first felt his skin against mine on that hot day as I held him in my hands, I felt my core heat with the memory. “Dress” by Taylor Swift swirled around us as I patted the bed in front of me and his face flushed red. I reached for him as he hesitated, unsure of what to do “My turn to taste you Harrison” I said in a persuasive tone. My eyes were fixated on his as he reached for me in return. He laid on his back and his cock stood at attention. He gripped it in both hands as if to hide it from me. “Harrison” I said looking at him in amusement with his eyes closed. “Hazzy” I said kissing his neck, trying to relax him and ease whatever he was feeling. He let go of himself and pulled me closer to his face “You don’t have to do this baby” he said sounding unsure of himself. “I know Haz, but I want to, just like I wanted to on that hot hot day on the jet ski” I watched him gulp down his fear as he remembered that day “I need all of you Harrison, every fucking drop” I said seductive moving my fingertips to his exposed cock and closed my eyes as I felt his drop of precum that beaded at the tip. I sucked my finger that held his creamy drop. He let out a throaty groan and watched me as I slowly kissed his chest and worked my way down his tan hard body with my wet sloppy kisses. His breathing became shallow and I kissed each hip and put my palm flat onto his sexy stomach sliding it under his erection and up towards my lips. He looked at me wide eyed ready to stop me, before he had time to react I circled his thick head with my wet warm tongue and took him as deep as I could before choking. “Fuckkkk..” he hissed as I adjusted my head and angled it to take more of him in. I used my thumb and finger to work his head applying pressure around the rim as i licked his shaft soaking him with my mouth. His hips thrusted upwards as I ran my nail over his sensitive sac and swirled the pool of saliva very carefully over his nerves that clung to his balls. I worked him from the base up with my other hand and squeezed his length tight as he rocked his hips up and down with my rhythm. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth was wide open as he held tight to control his release. I pressed my hand down hard on his lower abdomen muscles stopping his movements. “We have a long way to go Harrison, let me take you there” I said as he opened his eyes. He was worked up, I know he couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed my long hair out of his way so he could watch as I replaced my hands with my mouth. I kissed his head and ran my sexy tongue through his cum that secreted out. My eyes met his as I moaned at his sweet taste, they were dark with desire, his pupils were fully dilated only allowing a hint of sky blue. I opened my mouth wide and kept eye contact as I took his entire length to the very back of my throat. He gripped my hair and held me there for a fraction of a moment. He blew out a breath as I tasted more of him. My eyes burned and I felt them water as he withdrew himself slightly. I felt my sex twitch as he said pleaded so sexy. “Y/N I cant hold on like this” he panted I worked my head up and down faster keeping pressure on his tip with my thumb making sure he let me have control of his release. “y/n..y/n..” he whimpered as he started to rock his hips again. Haz was coming undone. I moved my hand and worked his cock feverishly as he gripped the sheets hard in his hands. I closed my eyes and opened my throat wider to let him explode in my mouth. “I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth angel” he gripped my hair in his hands keeping my head still as he thrusted once more. He screamed my name making his voice crack as he erupted his hot cream inside my mouth. My eyes widen as I looked at him coming undone. He was a beautiful mess, his eyes looked from mine to his cock still pulsating in my mouth. He traced my neck with his finger seeming just amazed as I felt. He gasped as I increased the pressure on him with my tongue, squeezing out the last drops as I slowly removed him. He shivered involuntary as I sat back admiring my work. He was glistening with sweat and covered his eyes with his arm as he caught his breath. I closed my legs feeling my sex pooling at my opening. I was a hot mess too.

I drank water to cool me down. I wanted to keep going, I needed more, it was never enough. Perhaps they had turned me into a naughty girl,I laughed to myself. What's funny he asked taking the glass from my hands and downing the rest. I shook my head as he rubbed the cold glass against my nipples. The drops of precipitation ran down my stomach and he watched raising his eyebrow as he noticed my glistening sex. “Lay back all the way y/n” he commanded. I did as told and he kissed me greedily his cold tongue mixed with my hot one made me tingle. “I want you inside me Haz” i said as licked down to my erect nipples. “You will baby, very soon, but first I want to take care of this” he said pinching my swollen nub and making me squirm from under him. He held my hips keeping me in one spot as he set the cold glass on my belly button. I sucked in a deep breath at the shock of the feel being too cold for my hot hot skin. “Too cold” I yelped reaching to move the glass. He hovered over my body pinning both my arms over my head. “Haz please” I whined as it started to numb my flesh “Let's make a deal angel, the faster you cum in my mouth again, the faster you can have me inside you” he bit his lip as he rubbed his hard cock against my wet sex. SHIT. I hadn’t know he was that close and hard again. I arched my back to get more of a feel of him. The glass nearly fell over and he stopped it. He took out a ice cube and rolled it around each nipple making me shiver. “What are you doing Haz?” I asked confused going into sensory overload. “I’m enjoying you angel, now tell me we have a deal” he said sucking my pebbled freezing nipple into the heat of his mouth. “Oh, wow” I said loving the contrast. “We have a deal” I agreed as he took out another ice cube and trailed in down my stomach “the only rule is that you can’t knock this glass over or I won’t let you cum, okay baby?” he asked as my body reacted to the melting ice on my burning flesh. I whimpered in agreement just needing him to touch me in any way. He placed the ice in his mouth and gilded it across the skin of my inner thighs. I learned quick that if I moved even to watch him or grab his hair the glass would threaten to fall over. FUCK, this would be harder than I thought! I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, wondering how the hell this would play out. He dipped his finger in the glass making it cold before slipping it inside me without warning. “Harrison” I cried out restricted in movement as he made quick work of my pool of warmness. “Yes baby, be my good girl” he encouraged as he rubbed his nose over my throbbing nub. I panted as he slipped in another finger and angled his wrist tapping my g-spot. “This isn’t fair” I cried out as he pressed against my pelvic bone creating a pressure that I’ve never felt before. My body was demanding me to ride his fingers but he had forbidden me to and restrained my movements. I was going crazy trying to just let him do all the pleasuring. “Harrison I can’t I can’t” I groaned out feeling tortured “you can y/n, you can,I can feel you already gripping my fingers” he encouraged kissing my thigh. I heard the clink of ice as my beating heart roared in my ears. My eyes shot open when I felt him rub the ice around my sensitive clit. “Holy FUCK, Haz please please” I begged asking for help. I had blocked out the mirror until now and watched helplessly as his arm muscles flexed with each thrust his fingers gave me. I opened my legs wider to get a view of more as he slipped the ice inside me cooling my sex just as I was ready to explode “No no no!” I cried at the way it caused my wave to recede instead of crash down. “Don’t worry y/n, your Hazzy has you covered” he said before assaulting my clit with his hot mouth. He sucked my nub hard into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and around it as he removed his fingers as my wave rolled in too fast. I gave zero fucks as I grabbed his hair knocking the glass over and down my hot sex and his face. He moaned as I sat up and grinded my core against his lips and face hard. I came with such a force that it ran down my ass and soaked him and the bed. He lifted my body more on him letting me fuck his beautiful face however I wanted. He rubbed my silk against my ass and lightly pressed just the tip of his finger inside while his thumb and tongue filled my kitty. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came again back to back. I was screaming his name and I didn’t care if the rest of the world could hear me, I felt like I was never going to stop.

He didn’t give me a moment to even catch my breath before he removed his face from my legs and kissed me with uncontrollable hunger. We both gasped for air as he drowned me in my own juices. I wrapped my legs around Hazes back and reached for his long cock. No way was he stopping us now. I rubbed him against my opening soaking him before I wrapped my arms around his back. He kissed me deep as I pulled him down on me and arched my back so he was at my entrance. He circled his thick head through the ocean he created himself. He slid in slow and I scratched his back moaning into his mouth as I stretched to fit him. He broke away and buried his face in my neck. “Y/N I want to go slow, but I’m not going to last” his apology softly laced with unraveling control. He let out a harsh breath as he carefully sank deeper and slowly pulled back, pumping himself just once, hitting my wall and pushing against it until he was all the way inside me. My walls gripped him as did my nails into his arms. He whipped his face towards me looking panicked as if he remembered this was still painful for me. His whole body and mood changed in a heartbeat and I held him to me before he broke us apart. “It’s okay Haz, just stay like this for a moment” I said wrapping my legs tight around his ass so he wouldn’t pull out. “Angel, I’m sorry, I got carried away” he said sounding panicked and worried. “Harrison please...please baby, it’s okay, just let me adjust okay?” I asked kissing his shoulders. His blue eyes watched me with concern as I moved my ass upwards taking some pressure off my core he was buried against. I let out a sharp breath as I rolled my hips in circles forcing my body to adjust to his length. The more I did the more my sex opened for Haz. He stayed still probably afraid to hurt me if he moved. I moved one hand to his blonde hair guiding it to my breast and my other hand coaxed him to pump slow as I gripped his side. “Make love to me Harrison, I want you” I encouraged as he looked at my face. He kissed me full of passion as he circled his cock around and pushed in and out slowly. I could hear the noises from my wetness as he slipped in and out. I looked up in the mirror and watched his back muscles work as he kissed my breast and slid his arms under my shoulders. His ass was rock hard as he tested his new fit softly pumping in and out. I closed my eyes as I nearly came watching him making me feel so fucking good. He must have felt me hold back because he moaned at the same time. “Deeper Haz, deeper” I cried out as he bit my neck. “I’m going to cum inside you if I do that, I’m too close” he warned looking in my eyes. I bit my lip as he thrusted a little harder. He circled my nub pumping his full length into me, fuck it hurt so good “Yes Haz yes” I screamed as he brought me to climax again. He lost control as he buried himself inside me and moaned my name. He held me still as we both felt him pulsate inside me. He stayed there in my arms until we started to drift off into sleep. He groaned as I slid him over grabbing the edge of the sheet, he wined in protest until he understood what I was doing. I kissed his forehead and raised the temperature of his bed warmer and turned off the lights with one remote. He smiled against my back as he pulled me into his body. “I love you so much y/n” he whispered tangling his long legs with mine I kissed his hand and placed it back on my waist “I love you too Harrison”

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