it was my birthday (february the third) so, i give you…
titled: if i ever wrote a grease!harringrove au it would include these scenes/details
listed:
summer nights - moping
carol “rizzo” perkins
the spiteful bonfire meet up
steve calling billy out on his macho crap
goody goody “patty” - nancy version
billy chaotically trying out for sports teams
heather - the beauty school dropout
it’s raining on prom night - steve’s version
“Steve, you need to stop daydreaming.” Carol sat snuggly against beside him on the school steps and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, leaning in so their hairdos pressed together. She smelt like wildflower fabric softener and Tommy’s cologne. She looked him in the eye when he turned his head, her hazel eyes grounding in a forceful way. “If you keep thinking about her, your head’s going to lift off your shoulders and float towards the sun.”
He frowned, “I just thought…” he paused and tilted his head up to look around campus again. He slumped into Carol’s shoulder, “Awe hell, what’s the point, I guess.”
She shook him gently, “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Girls lie all the time for a once in a lifetime, scandalous lay. She probably just got bored, saw you, and thought, ‘Gee, what a handsome, handsome man!’” She pinched one of his cheeks and laughed when he tried to stop her. “And carried out some kind of elaborate fantasy.”
He snorted and looked back to the parking lot, “Yeah, maybe she was just spunky like that. I mean we kissed under docks, and bought each other lemonade, and swam after dark, she pushed me into the water more times than I could count.” He sat up and out of Carol’s arms when he caught a head of loose dirty blond curls and a pair of familiar black shades. He felt his chest expand in a short gasp before reaching up and subconsciously perfecting the bangs that occasionally fell into his eyes.
Carol used the back of her hand to test his forehead, “What’s wrong, Steve? Why is your forehead all sweaty?”
“Uhm,” he exhaled too quick and coughed.
She drew back and took his hand, “Tommy might have something for you to drink.” She pulled him up, not noticing how Steve’s eyes were still trained on the blond boy nearing the bottom of the steps.
—
Robin and Heather clutched each other as they stumbled along after Carol dragging Steve over the the car lot.
Steve giggled as Carol’s fingers tickled against his ribs, “Where are you taking me, Perkins?” he tried to push her away.
She grinned, “I have a surprise for you.” She yanked him around and between cars in a maze like pattern. “I heard through the grape vine that a new student showed up abruptly this morning. And I thought,” she stopped and straightened his light green collar, “You could use a new friend to take your mind off of dream girls,” she teased and drifted off around a van. Heather raised her eyebrows and continued to follow her with obvious interest. Robin joined her by proxy.
He turned to leave, having a bad churn in his gut, but he felt a boney hand and long nails dig into his bare forearm. Robin’s tangerine perfume assaulted his nose as she covered his eyes and kicked him around. When she let go and stepped back, he was face to face with a smirking Tommy and Carol behind a shell-shocked blond mullet-head.
“Steve?” his blue eyes bore holes in Steve. He felt his fingertips tingle with need and his heart pound with want.
Steve remembered to hold his head up, “Billy,” he stepped up and then back, fighting himself.
Carol’s face scrunched up, “You know each other?”
Billy laughed, creases around the edges of his lips, “Over the summer! We spent nearly every day together.” His laugh made Steve smile even as fear stabbed at his lungs. “This one time,” Billy interrupted himself with a hum as he bit his lip, “He dropped a popsicle in the ocean and freaked because he thought it would attract seagulls. We…” he tuned into the slack faces of Steve’s friends.
Robin was the first to really understand, her eyes gleamed in the shadowy light, “And then you wrestled in the sand,” she added.
Billy glanced unsurely at her, “Uh, yeah, something like that. How—“ he leaned back against the car.
Heather fixed her ponytail, “Steve talks a lot about his time away from us in California,” she flashed her pearly teeth. She narrowed her eyes when she looked at him and away from Billy. “He mentioned a girl.”
Billy frowned and stood up straight, face neutral, “Oh, right,” he offered a tight smile, “My bad, I should go. Let you all enjoy your night.” Steve stuck a hand out desperately and followed him, careful not to run into his back.
“Billy?” he tried to catch his palm to make him stop. His broad shoulder full of strength that Steve could never seem to match all the way.
Billy did stop, without a fight. He looked hopeful, “Yes?”
Steve to a peak back to make sure they were alone and returned to the amusement in Billy’s eyes. He whacked his shoulder and ran the forth hand through the frown out shag around his shoulders.
“God, I’ve missed you, Bill.”
Billy winked as he ran his finger pads along Steves ribs over his shirt, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Steve slumped his shoulders and let his hands fall limp at his sides, “You’re not staying?”
Billy shrugged and readjusted his jeans waistband, “Some guys invited me to the quarry.”
Steve scoffed and gagged half jokingly, “You kidding? All they go for is to get drunk and try to get laid.”
Billy shrugged again, making Steve’s heart nearly stop, “What’s a little fun?”
Steve stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets, “What happened to you, Billy?”
Billy’s eyes went darker, “Awe, don’t be like this, Stevie.”
Steve shook his head and forced a sarcastic laugh, “Yeah,” he nodded and swallowed his anguish along with his pride, “I’ll see you later, Hargrove.”
—
“You are such a bully,” he muttered under his breath. He looked through the music selections in the jukebox. Neil Young, Tina Turner, John Fogarty, Janice Joplin, The Ronettes. Lesley Gore. He pressed on Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows.
Billy leered, a toothpick between his chapped lips and silver molars, “What’d I do now, Sweetheart?” his eyes flitted down at the title of the song in the jukebox before returning back up.
“You made Nancy cry,” he gestured to his friend leaning her head against Heather’s shoulder outside, “Saying those crude things!”
Billy tilted his head all innocent like, “I only told her the truth,” he shifted to his other foot. “She’s been sweet on you all while her and Jonny have been making eyes at each other across the canteen.”
Steve rolled his eyes and hip bumped Billy over so he could walk between the tables towards the door, “I’ll handle myself, thanks.”
Billy’s arm burned against his own, the sides of their feet bumped just barely, “What, goody two shoes Nancy can do no wrong in your eyes?”
Steve snorted and clenched his teeth, “I’m not naïve, Hargrove.”
“Could have fooled me.” Steve halted, clenched his fists, and accidentally bit his tongue. He tasted blood and watched Billy’s face flash with a moment of genuine worry.
He grabbed hold of Billy’s wrinkled muscle tee so hard he knew the fabric would leave imprints after he’d be gone. He wondered briefly if the meatheads he spent his time with nowadays would ask him if some girl got pissed off. He’d probably agree.
Steve thinned his lips out in a sharp, upturned arc, “Stay away from me, Billy,” he flattened the cloth back up. “Let me go.” He pushed himself away, reveling in the pulse of Billy in the touch.
Billy didn’t follow him out. He ignored Heather and Nancy and got in the drivers side of his car. Tommy took one look at him from his history book. Eyes a sunken sort of bored. He dug a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and stuck one out for him. Steve shook his head.
Tommy pursed his lips, not in surprise, “Live a little, Harrington. It’s no use trying to get through to him. Soon enough he’ll be on the bad side of town and he’ll have forgotten you even existed.”
Steve shook his head, his throat was dry, “No, it’s more complicated than that. I don’t know if it’s him or…me? But,” he held his chin in his hand as he leaned partially out the window, “Something is up.”
Tommy nudged his upper arm and slid a lollipop in between his limp fist. Steve closed his eyes as he grasped it.
“Just think about what he’s asking of you before you agree to this match, Steve. I know you see something in him,” he hunched to look through the windows of the diner. Steve shielded his eyes as he looked at the crumbs on the floor of the car. “But,” Tommy added, “The more I see what he’s doing to you, the more I want to chastise him.”
“You and me both, Tom-Tom,” he turned up the radio dial, ignoring the frustrated wetness collecting in the corner of his eyes.
—
Steve rubbed his eyes. He pulled his baseball cap further down as Robin and Carol chuckled on either side of him.
Robin snorted obnoxiously, “Your greaser is down there running hurdles worse than the mascot.” Steve sneered at her and then winced as Billy jumped too low and knocked over another hurdle.
Carol rubbed between his shoulder blades, “Just go tell him Tommy’ll get him on the basketball team. This is dreadful.”
Steve scratched his scalp and murmured, “He already tried out.”
Robin raised her eyebrows higher than where her bangs ended, “And?”
Steve shrugged with his arms in the air, flustered, “What does it look like?” he cawed.
Carol stood up and placed her hands on her hips as she observed Billy closer over the railing, “How on Earth did he manage that?”
Steve held his head in his hands as Billy started to slow down in his wobbly sprint, “He started smoking before they even started.” He tried to block out Carol’s laughter. “Coach practically dragged him out here by the ear. I’m surprised Billy was even listening at all.” Carol hunched over laughing, trying to muffle herself into her chest. Steve huffed and watched over her, “Wait until you hear about how he didn’t make the baseball team.” Carol straightened up and pressed part of her knuckles against their mouth. “He must be desperate to get on a team.”
Carol pinched his cheek, “Why do you think?” She used her hand to smoosh his face and point it towards Billy’s quickening form. He hunched into himself as he witnessed the boy stumble and then tumble over into the grass on the outer skirt of the track. She sighed disapprovingly and let go when he stood up on reflex. She pointed at the baseball diamond off past the field they were on. “He wants to be on a team because he can have an excuse to see you everyday.” She gave up and tossed her hands in the air as Steve skipped down the steps all the way down to greet Billy limping over the bleachers.
“Billy?” he called to him, moving the red sunglasses over his eyes up to rest on the top of his head. Billy’s dull grey sweatshirt had intense sweat stains and his hair was slick with sweat. Steve pressed his lips together in a bit of disgust. The blond boy’s eyes widened in surprise before he began to walk faster in the opposite direction, back to the field. “No— Billy?”
He caught up at a jog and waited patiently for Billy to stop trying to run faster than him. He managed to cause three hurdles to fall over before, finally, he relented.
“What do ya want from me, Stevie?” he spoke over his panting.
The question didn’t deter or confuse him like Billy might have been trying for, “I want you to treat me like a person you care about, Billy.”
Billy gestured around them, “Here I am, Sweetheart.”
Steve quirked his lips up and looked Billy up and down, taking in the signs of hard work, “Yeah,” he allowed. He clicked his tongue, “But,” he noticed how Billy’s face hardened, “Is it going to stop abruptly again?”
“No,” Billy shook his head once.
“Be honest, Bill.”
“I’m crazy about you, Steve,” he reached for one of Steve’s wrists and held into it securely, “I’m only out here for you, just you.”
“Do your friends know you’re here?” he leaned on his toes as he asked. “Or are you lying to them now too?”
Billy laughed in what sounded like a lot of disbelief. “Common, Stevie,” he let go of Steve’s wrist. “I’ve tried out for just about every sport in the damn school.” He started counting on his fingers, holding each new one down as he explained it. “Wrestling. And I was carried out by coach because I choked out three guys in a row. Baseball. I was shoved out but the whole team because I flung the bat and hit the umpire. Basketball. Apparently you can’t spoke on the gym because I made the fire alarms go off.”
Steve barely prevented himself from laughing out loud, “You caused that?”
Billy shouldered him gently, “The soccer team wouldn’t even let me step on the field.” Steve hummed and rubbed a spot on Billy’s shoulder.
He leaned in to whisper, “Talk to Tommy and tell him I sent you, you could try out for the basketball team again if you want.” He leaned back and openly chuckled at Billy surprise. Steve shrugged and looked over at Nancy and Heather in the cheerleading group. “Or, you could resort to cheerleading.”
—
Billy and Steve tried to close themselves off from the group collecting with menus across the table. But, Tommy and Carol wouldn’t allow it. Steve smiled sympathetically as Billy sneered at the girls getting louder.
Heather settled between Tommy and Robin and her hair was…pink. This bright, pale pink with curls, from the little bit he caught as she adjusted the scarf over her head.
Steve gasped gently, “Heather?” She wouldn’t look him in the eye as she quickly pulled the blue scarf further up her scalp.
She shrugged her shoulders, “There was a bit of a situation in beauty school today.”
Robin brought her hands up and carefully pulled out a pin holding the scarf in place. Heather closed her eyes as it fell off, Robin catching and folding it. Steve stayed quiet as most of the table gaped. Billy laughed nervously before having to deal with Carol’s glower. Heather had tears in her eyes. Steve kicked Billy’s leg under the table and ignored his jump.
“It looks even,” he commented. “The color will be easy to fix another time.”
She wiped her eyes in a complex way so she didn’t smudge her mascara, “They’re thinking of kicking me out.” Tommy and Billy caught each other’s eye through their shock. Steve kicked Billy again as Carol kicked Tommy and held Heather’s hand over the table.
“I warned you about dropping out of high school.”
Heather shrugged helplessly, “I know,” her lip quivered. “But, I’m no good at history and— and math. But my aunt is a hairdresser and I just thought….”
Robin pressed their foreheads together, “You can’t keep comparing yourself to everybody.” Steve glanced at Billy and then looked Heather in the eye over the table, he pushed over his strawberry milkshake.
“You’re your own person, Heather,” she looked at him graciously. “You choose who you are when you’re ready. You fail math? You take it again and to Hell with anybody who judges you. You flunk shampooing? You decide what you really want to do. And you follow your dreams.”
She nodded, “The thing is, I like beauty school. It’s fun and interesting.” Robin played with the pink hair on her head. “I just need to find my footing.”
Steve unintentionally got stuck in Billy’s stare. He smiled and focused on stealing Billy’s chocolate shake. “I’d let you give me highlights.”
Billy grinned like a dog with a bone.
—
Steve tugged his suit jacket further around himself more. He wanted to feel smothered my something real rather than the desire and hope that had been ripped apart in front of him. He tried not to think of Billy still in the school gymnasium, dancing with some girl Steve had forgotten the name of.
It still hurt. It pained him a whole lot. The selfish part of him wanted to believe that Billy was all in the wrong. But he knew now why Billy was so distant.
Billy wasn’t some nice and perfect guy. He was one year younger, he had a god awful father, he was too smart for his own good, and the world seemed to test him everyday. Steve watched the night go by. With the guys that surrounded Billy in whoops and rambunctious laughter. He himself reveled in the few moments they could pretend they were at least acquaintances. Up until the moment Billy’s “friends” forced him to dance with some girl in a reveling dress.
And Billy had promised a dance. He promised that near the last of the songs and the end of the dance, he’d sneak off and meet him by the south side doors where they could just barely hear the music. And they would dance.
Except, Steve saw him laughing at something that girl had said. Except he felt used when Billy winked over at him. In the corner, alone.
And it was raining now. The droplets soaked through his hair, his jacket, and then his socks into his shoes, and then his dress shirt.
He heard footsteps behind him and turned to catch Robin in her grey plaid skirt and her brother’s suit jacket she’d stolen to cover her arms from the cold. Her dress shoes splashed in puddles and she linked their arms together.
“Where are you going, Stevie?” she inquired.
He eyed her and then looked off towards the tree line of farms behind the school, “Away from here.”
She nodded, “Let’s go then. You’re going to catch a cold if you keep standing out here.”
As they walked Steve’s felt a sob in his throat, “I just wanted to dance, Robs.”
They could hear the fragments of the music inside, “Me too.”
He ignored the kids outside smoking and sighed, “Can we go back to yours?”
Robin Buckley was no denier, “Steve, we’re both in the middle of heartbreak,” she leaned against him tiredly. “Let’s grab Tommy’s stash and pig out on bowling alley chili fries.”
He nodded and laughed through the knot in the back of his throat, “Sounds like a plan, Buckley. We’ll kick their asses another day.”
A/N: Woah, two fics in a row? Crazy I know. Anyways, here is the LONG awaited fic! I’m sorry it took so long to write, but here it is. Black&White CH.2 will be the main focus of my writing until I get it done, so stay tuned for whenever the hell that comes out. Till then, enjoy :)
Warnings: smut, couple no-no words, Harrison going commando in leather pants, fluff at the end and a bit of pining, kind of Grease!AU, hints of sub!haz, bad porn with an even worse plot
The music was loud, the people were drunk, and you were hanging around the snack table while scanning the room, solo cup filled with death juice in hand. Totally normal Friday night.
Your friends had left to go mingle, but not before encouraging you to find someone to get busy with, someone to get your mind off of him.
Your mind wandered at the thought of him. Taken back to the summer nights on the beach, the sound of waves crashing against rocks as you cuddled on the bench-swing. Those late nights and early mornings filled with passion and intimacy…only to be ripped away when autumn decided to fall.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Y/n Y/L/N,” a british accent sang over the music.
You turned your head to see the infamous Tom Holland, with Greg Birks and a boy you didn't recognize standing behind him.
“Tommy, long time no see,” you smiled. Tom had been a close friend of yours growing up, but grew apart under...unfortunate circumstances. “Thought you were too cool to hangout at shitshows like this?”
Tom laughed, “Only you would call one of the biggest parties on the block a “shitshow” darling. I’m actually here because a certain person wanted to see you,” his eyes glanced back at the guy standing next to Greg.
The boy stepped forward, and you nearly fainted right there after one look.
Harrison James Fucking Osterfield...in leather pants.
The blue-eyed boy stood composed, but on the inside you knew he was nervous. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, which was new. Who were you kidding, everything about the person that stood in front of you was new.
Last time you saw Harrison, he was wearing a cream-coloured sweater and sweatpants, hair messy and glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose. And now, a year later, here he was. Except this time decked out in a leather jacket and white-tee, pants that honestly did not look comfortable, hair gelled back and eyes illuminated by the flashing lights.
It took a few seconds for the initial shock to wear off before you collected yourself. “H-Haz I-...I didn’t recognize you, um, you look good.” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering. Get it together Y/L/N.
Harrison smiled, taking in your appearance while his mind went back to the time you spent together. No matter what you were, or weren’t, wearing, you always looked incredible from his perspective. “Hi Y/n…”
Tom took one glance between you two before pulling on Greg’s arm. “We’ll let you two catch up,” he not-so-subtly winked at Haz before soon being swallowed by the crowd of pissed partiers
The air suddenly became stiff once it was just you and him, neither of you knowing what to say next. Harrison fiddled with the silver ring on his finger, something you quickly took notice of.
“That’s new...I mean, well everything about you is new. What happened to Haz who wore knit-jumpers and spec?” You questioned, genuinely curious how and more importantly why the sudden transformation from ‘library nerd’ to ‘biker gang’.
He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke. “Yeah well, the boys thought it was time for a makeover...d-do you like it?” He studied your face, hoping for a positive reaction.
You took in his attire again, except this time with more focus on how the material hugged his legs and arms tightly, and how the white-tee really brought out his eyes in the dim light, and how fucking sexy he looks with his hair gelled back like that. Oh yeah, you definitely like it.
A wave of confidence flooded your body as you grabbed the sides of his face and crashed your lips onto his. Haz, startled at first but quickly came back to his senses, kissed back almost immediately. The familiar feeling of your lips moulding with his brought back so many memories.
Stolen kisses before bed, hands all over each other, you pushing him onto the bed, holding his arms up and--
You were the first to pull away, breathing slightly heavier and a small smile forming at the corner of your mouth. “let me show you how much I love it.” You whispered in his ear, placing a gentle kiss at the edge before taking his hand and maneuvering your way to the upstairs rooms. Luckily for you, the owner of the house was a friend of a friend, so you had no problem finding a place with a decent sized bed.
Harrison followed you eagerly, more recollections passing through his mind as he felt his pants become tighter than they already were. The whole journey up the stairs was a mess between quick kisses and tripping over one another, but a remaining constant was his hand laced into yours, without any objections.
Once you both stumbled into the empty room and closed the door, Harrison pulled you into a needy make-out session. Your back was pressed against the wall while your hands wandered beneath the leather jacket, feeling his toned muscle through the thin shirt. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed boy gripped your hips, squeezing the love-handles gently causing a light hum to emit from your vocal cords. His fingers gently tugged at the hem of your shirt, and that’s when you knew it was time. The music from downstairs drowned out from both your awareness, in that moment the only thing you could focus on was each other and the burning desire that was cutting the tension in the room.
Hesitantly, you pushed Harrison off of you, not missing the soft whine he let out and the slightly hurt expression he wore on his face. It, however, was quickly replaced with a smile when crossed your arms over and pulled your top off slowly. His eyes drank in every part of your torso, thinking how someone like him ever got the chance to score someone like you.
Little did he know, you were thinking the same thing.
Once your shirt was tossed aimlessly across the room, you swiftly recaptured his lips with yours and carefully guided yourselves to the bed. Harrison followed your lead, walking backwards until his legs hit the frame and he fell on to the mattress.
Unfazed, you climbed on top of him, like a predator about to pounce on its prey. Your body hovered over his, breathing in sync as you straddled his waist. His hands went to grab your waist again, however they were quickly pushed above his head and into the duvet. Naturally, he didn’t expect anything less, and the dark look in your eyes only excited him further.
“You gonna be a good boy for me, Hazzy?” You asked, smirking when you felt something twitch against your core. Seriously, who let this man wear these pants?
The boy beneath you nodded. He knew how this worked. You were always in control, always the top, even when you weren’t. No matter how many times he’s gone down on you, it’s you who always has the authority. He wanted to be good for you, to please you like no one but him could. He wanted more than a summer fling or casual hook-up, he wanted you to be his. Only fitting seeing as, though you may not have realized it, he was already yours.
The whole reason he asked Tom to help him change his ‘style’ was to get you to take interest in him again. You were always on his mind and he needed to do everything in his power to win you back in his life, even if that meant playing dress up in order to look more appealing.
Harrison was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling your lips on his neck, hot kisses trailing up and down his throat. The sensation alone was enough to grab the attention of the little guy.
You smiled slyly as you left marks on his neck, biting and sucking on the spots you knew would gain the most reaction. The blue-eyed boy let out breathy moans beneath you, hands switching from resting on the bed, your waist, your thighs, finally settling on cupping your breasts through your bra. You sat up as he squeezed the material gently, reaching around to unclip the undergarment while Harrison struggled to take the jacket off.
Harrison heard you chuckle in amusement, blushing lightly as he finally managed to free his arm from the gripping sleeve. He didn’t hesitate to follow up by removing his shirt from the equation, which was much easier considering he was smart for once and put on a loose-fitting tee to give himself some breathing room.
You stared shamelessly at the now-shirtless man in front of you, and all-be-damned if the greek gods didn’t bless him overnight with that gorgeous build. Holy shit, is the only thing you could think of as your fingers grazed over his torso, fingers tracing every ab and indent.
Harrison squirmed under you, hips bucking up ever so slightly. He was slowly starting to get desperate and really needed any form of friction, so he took to grabbing your waist and grinding up into you, letting out a small sigh at the relief.
You gasped quietly at the sudden sensation, instinctively moving your hips in sync so you were moving in unison, the sounds of small moans filling the room. You resumed your previous actions, planting your lips on different areas on the boy’s throat, slowly moving further down to his collarbone, a.k.a the sweet spot.
Harrison mewled when he felt your teeth graze against the area, nipping and licking some of his most sensitive places. His hips moved faster while the grip on you tightened as he tried to get you to do the same. However, this apparently wasn’t the ideal.
You grabbed his wrists, pushing them into the mattress above his head. You adored how he willingly let you do this, even though he could easily turn the tables with the amount of muscle the boy packed, he still continued to submit to your needs. “Getting needy, baby boy?”
He nodded his head quickly, shifting beneath you. “Pants off, now.”
“Not with that attitude,” you teased, letting go of his hands and moving your own down to his belt.
Harrison rolled his eyes, a smile forming on his clean-shaven face. “Please will you take off my pants before they’re too tight to move in?”
You grinned, “Atta boy.”
Hooking your fingers under the waistband, slowly pulling down the piece of clothing, Haz lifting his hips to aid the process. You struggled a bit, whacking yourself in the head with your arm more than once, earning a couple giggles from both parties, before finally getting past the -ahem- obstacle that prevented you from removing the material.
Harrison audibly sighed in relief, happy to be free from his restraints.
And to your surprise, his cock slapped against his lower-stomach, red and already leaking from the head. “Going commando, handsome? You dirty boy.”
The flustered boy could only smile coyly, “In my defence, it was the easiest way to put those bloody things on.”
“That’s fair,” you replied as you wrapped your hand around the swollen member and stroked it lightly.
Haz let out a shaky breath, head leaning back as his eyes fell shut. Memories flashed before his eyes.
Your mouth on his cock, moving your head up and down swiftly while he writhed beneath you. You held eye-contact, mischievous and confidence powering your every move.
The feeling of your thighs shaking against his shoulders as he ate you out like it was the last meal he’d ever have, small whimpers coming from above while he rubbed his thumb against your clit.
His hold on your ass as you rode him, kneading the flesh and overall desperate for something to hold on to. Your breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, a hand on his chest while the other gripped his hip.
The sound of soft drawn out moans filling his ears. The feel of constantly being right on the edge, your walls squeezing him perfectly, his muscles twitching. Both backs arched in unison, a silent cry being released into the air as you both flew into total bliss.
In real time, his body was reacting to the thoughts, as if he was really experiencing each scenario. Before he knew it, Harrison’s moans grew louder as he approached his climax, he looked down at you and immediately flung his head back into the pillow, the sight of you being too much to handle.
Your tongue circled his tip, one hand pumping vigorously while the other massaged his balls. His cock twitched against your touch, but before it could reach it’s breaking point you eased up, retracting any stimulation provided and watched in amusement as Haz whined.
“Oh come on! I was so close…”
“I know,” You said while sitting up. “You didn’t think I would let you cum so soon, did you?”
Harrison shook his head slowly, blue eyes dark with lust as he watched you shimmy out of your bottoms. He took in your image, every piece of you being painted in his mind like a beautiful muse. Every stretch mark, every battle scar, your body was like a drug he was addicted to.
You straddled his waist, this time bare skin against bare skin, grinding against him. You moaned every time your clit caught against his tip. Leaning down, your mouth explored every part of his torso, tongue circling his nipples before sliding up and tracing his collarbone, your lips leaving love bites in its wake. The sight of him under you, all marked up was enough to put an end to your own game. Afterall, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were teasing him.
Harrison, as if sensing what was about to happen next, held your hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Th-there’s condoms in my pocket...either my jacket or pants, don’t remember.”
“Seems to me like you planned this,” You said as you got up and started searching through the discarded clothing.
The boy blushed, “Well I knew you would be here so... thought might as well take the chance,” he shrugged, subtly eyeing your ass when you bent over to pick up his jacket.
You hummed in response, smiling when you found the small square packet. You were about to put the leather down, but instead decided to put it on. You shivered a bit when the cold material touched your skin, turning around to see Harrison gaping at your new look.
“You...look really hot in that.”
You chuckled, climbing back on top and tearing the plastic away with your teeth. “According to you, I look hot in everything.”
“I’m not wrong though,” He grinned, biting his lip as he felt the latex slide down his cock. It wasn’t always ideal, but better safe than sorry.
In one swift motion, you connected like two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit. His tip nudging that spot inside you without even trying. You both let out a sigh at the familiar feeling, not moving, just letting the memory of sex on the beachhouse balcony pass through your minds, all the moments of enjoying each others presence in pure bliss.
Your own bodies betray the wishful thinking of staying in the moment. You clench around him and he moans lightly, and a simple sound like that was all you needed to set off that fire boiling inside your core.
You raise your hips until only the head of his cock is in and sink back down on his length, setting a passionate yet frantic pace, your heart wanting to feel every second but your brain forcing your body to tend to its pleasurable needs.
The room feels silent, save for sounds that follow your actions. Neither of you hear the people downstairs, nor can you feel the vibrations of the music blasting through speakers. You only hear each other’s moans, feel each other’s touch.
It goes by in a blur. At one point his mouth was on your breast, your hand was on his throat, both of you lost in the time spent together.
After all was done, you both laid in the other’s embrace, his hand playing with your hair while you traced shapes on his naked chest, the warm leather jacket increasing the sense of security you felt around him.
“You know…” You spoke suddenly, breaking the otherwise comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, “You don’t have to change your clothes just to get me into you.”
Harrison tensed a little, unsure where this conversation was headed. “Yeah…? I-I guess I just figured since you were into the whole ‘Greaser’ look more...if I was like that then...maybe you’d...uh...go out with me? For real this time.”
You smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his now-swollen lips. “You div, if you asked months ago you would’ve known I don’t care about what kind of pants you wear. I just want the Harrison I had last summer…”
The blue-eyed boy smiled back, “Then you have him...you’ve always had him, darling.”
If ur still doing the rare au thing could u do a greaser!tom where some other guy in his gang try to hit on the reader but she’s oblivious and innocent, so she doesn’t realize but Tom gets supper defensive. Love ur writing btw💗💗
Aww thanks, love!
And omg I’m such a sucker for Greaser!Tom you have no idea. I’m gonna have so much fun with this.
So one day after school you’re at the diner to work on some of your math homework. You’re doing an algebra problem when you hear the bell to the door chime. You recognized laughter coming from the enterance as Tom and his groups of greaser friends.
You felt an arm around you, thinking it was Tom, and leaned against them.
“What’cha workin’ on there?”
Your eyes widened and you looked up to see Dylan, the new member of the group that recently joined almost a month ago.
You shrugged, forgetting that his arm was around you (quite used to being around Tom and his friends so much; they were basically family at this point) and gestured to your math book. “Just some homework. Thankfully it’s pretty easy.”
You started working on the problem you were previously on before Dylan used his other hand to point at the textbook. “What kind of math is this?”
“Algebra.”
“Can you teach me some of it?”
For the next minute or so you began to explain an order of operations problem to Dylan. His hand began to rest on your skirt covered knee when a milkshake glass was, quite aggressively, placed on the table.
You looked up, startled, and smiled when you saw your boyfriend. “Hi Tommy.”
You saw the strained/forced smile on his face as he looked to you. “Hi darling.” He turned to look at Dylan with glaring eyes, but you didn’t notice as you went back to working on your homework. “Dylan, you mind if I talk to you outside?”
Dylan tensed up as he nodded and stood up from the booth. Tom watched Dylan head towards the enterance to wait for him before looking down at you with a soft and loving smile. “Got you your favorite, love.” He passed over the milkshake he had earlier slammed down on the table and kissed the top of your head.
You looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks, baby.” You looked over at where Dylan was standing and noticed how scared he looked as he glanced between the floor, Tom, and the other members of the gang that were glaring at him disapprovingly. “Everything alright?”
Tom nodded. “Yeah, just gotta talk with the newbie.” He leaned down and pecked your lips, making you smile. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
During the next 10 minutes or so you continued to work on your math homework before moving onto your English packet that was due later in the week. Eventually Tom came back and sat next to you in the booth. The others joined you guys at the booth as well on the other side.
You looked up and noticed Dylan’s absence. “Where’s Dylan?”
You felt Tom’s arm around you tighten his hold. “He, uh, had to go.”
You continued working on your English packet. “Will he be back?”
Tom’s friends began to laugh to themselves, knowing Dylan’s fate.
