Hey could I request for your sleepover one with Harrison where she’s very more quiet and shy and thinks due to this Harrison won’t like her but he suprises her
update i am not good at blurbs! but i hope i did this justice sweet harrison anon <3
your friends know you don’t like it, but you know they outnumber you, so you’ve found a compromise: once a month.
one blasted saturday a month, you tag along with them to the moldy, abestos-ridden basement “party” of their choosing. and one blasted saturday a month, you spend the entire evening attached to the wall, empty red solo cup in hand. you doubt anyone really cares about your sobriety, but in the off-chance someone did, the red glint of your cup in the dim light is enough* signal to them that you’re just another patron enjoying their drink, and more importantly, a patron to be left alone. you’re able to fly under the radar, breathing in the musty air, gaze flickering over the crowd in an attempt to keep an eye on your friends. you’re invisible the whole night, just as you like it.
“(y/n)?”
*on all nights except tonight, the cup trick works.
your body kicks into overdrive, ripped from the trance-like tranquility of people-watching. your hand flies up to your chest, a startled gasp caught halfway through your throat as your eyes settle on a pair of kind, piercing blue ones looking at you expectantly.
harrison. your stomach twists at the sight of him. his blonde hair, wavy like he just got out of the shower, his clear-rimmed glasses framing his face, the longsleeved button-up he wears -- you know he just threw something together at the last minute, unconcerned with his appearance. you’d resent him for it if just the mention of his name didn’t make your heart race.
“s-sorry,” you choke out, the initial surprise mingling with looming feelings of embarrassment and dread. how do you explain what you’ve been doing on the outskirts all this time? “you startled me.”
he cautiously reaches out for your forearm in an attempt to steady you. unbeknownst to him it has the opposite effect, setting you on fire all over again with the heat of his touch.
“my bad.” he gives you a small, lopsided smile, like he’s embarrassed. or -- wait, hold on. nervous? could harrison osterfield seriously be nervous talking to you right now?
“i didn’t know you knew my name-” you mumble unceremoniously before you can stop yourself. it’s an accident, you meant to just say something normal, like ‘no worries’ or ‘it’s okay’ or ‘i promise i’m cool and fun and drink alcohol’, but of course you had to go for the most embarrassing, schoolgirl-esque bullshit on the map.
you grit your teeth as it leaves your mouth, hoping your mumbling had been too incoherent, but you can tell by the confusion in his eyes that you weren’t so lucky.
“of course i know your name,” he deadpans. “you’re friends with anna and marcus, we’ve hung out in a group together like three times.” and by god, the corners of his lips lift upwards into the very same small, sheepish smile.
“(y/n),” it sounds playful now as it leaves his mouth. sing-songy. almost childlike. is he teasing you right now? “i was hoping you’d accompany me outside, go someplace a little less...” he gestures around him, almost hitting a brunette in a blue hoodie trotting past sluggishly. “unless you’d like to continue to talk to the wall and sip on air.”
you gasp at his playful accusation, darting your gaze from the empty cup back up to harrison and down at the empty cup again.
he giggles -- yes, giggles -- at the look on your face upon being caught, and offers you his arm to lead you out of the place.
you mostly walk behind him, a tentative grip on his bicep, the jarring music and shouting of the party fading behind you as you replay the sound of his laugh again in your head. you didn’t even know harrison could giggle.
he leads you to a park half a block down, close enough to keep an eye on the party but far away enough to find some peace and quiet. you realize you’re still clutching his bicep as he leads you to sit down on a plastic bench.
he turns to look at you, and all of a sudden the weight of being so close to him is pressing in on you. you want to close your eyes to fend off the growing pressure in your chest, but you’re too enchanted by the smooth skin on his face, the slight arch of his eyebrows, the small quirk of his upper lip you’ve never been close enough to notice.
“you looked so out of your element in there,” he whispers, voice quiet like it’s a confession only to be heard by you and the wind that bristles between the blades of grass. “but i’ve been meaning to tell you that i-”
he wrings his hands together, squirming beneath the intimacy of it all. you drop his gaze, staring instead at your own hands, to give him the space to collect his thoughts.
after a moment, harrison takes a deep, steadying breath through his nose, gently nudging his index finger under your chin. you swallow a gasp, meeting his eyes.
it could have lasted seconds, it could have lasted days. you’re hypnotized trying to unlock the secrets of these bright blue eyes. time simultaneously stands still and races to a finish line you didn’t know existed.
Your head was lying on the soft pillow laying on your bed. Harrison’s messy hair was was spread across your abdomen, his head resting near the lower half of your stomach. You carefully ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. There were small moans escaping from the exhausted blond as you held him close to you.
His voice barely above a whisper, he broke the comfortable silence, “’M so sorry, y/n. ‘S just been a lo-”
“I promise, it’s alright, bub,” you cut him off, your tone matching his.
The distressed boy lifted his head to make eye contact with you. “But, I’m supposed to be the one that calms you down,” he responded, his voice obviously close to breaking.
You knew how Harrison wanted to be strong and protect you, but he was human, and sometimes, he needed someone to help him wind down. He hated being this vulnerable in front of you. He absolutely could not stand it, and he usually did anything in his power to keep this from happening. However, Harrison couldn’t keep you from being concerned when you opened the bedroom door to see him lying on the bed nearly in tears. He did his best to usher you out and explain that he was fine, but you were having none of it.
“Haz, you just need to relax for now,” you paused before going on. “I like being able to take car of you like this.” Your fingers were slowly moving through the locks of blond hair, now. You were trying your best to keep him calm.
When the small smile appeared on his face, though, you knew that you had done something right. “Okay,” he whispered, still smiling. His head rested back on your stomach and you could feel him nuzzle himself closer to you. His body was nestled snug between your legs, with his arms wrapped around your hips. The smile that graced his face was everything you needed. Harrison Osterfield had stolen your heart. Perhaps, you had stolen his heart too.
Bonfires and roasted marshmallows and Tom (or Harrison I mean) sucking at his fingers like Haz in his pancake video and do I have to finish -hollandarling
gonna pick haz and give him a taste of his own medicine bc that shit isn’t fair
the boys have a fire pit in the backyard
perfect for chilly nights
october has a lot of chilly nights 👀
haz brings home stuff to make s’mores
and you’re like hell yeah bc you haven’t had s’mores since you were young!!
so you’re all out by the fire (you, haz, + the holland boys) sitting in lawn chairs, roasting marshmallows
tom’s playing the guitar and singing because apparently the asshole knows how to do that
of course he does
but you’re not really paying attention
because you’re cuddled up in harrison’s lap with a blanket
and he’s whispering things in your ear
nothing particularly dirty
but it’s haz
it doesn’t take for you to want him
you try to hint that you want to go inside
but he’s wrapped up in some conversation with sam about soccer football
so you take matters into your own hands
you get up and grab one of the coat hangers that’d been twisted into a makeshift skewer to make another s’more
s’mores can be very messy
ya know??
so you accidentally get marshmallow all over your hands
no big deal
you suck your fingers into your mouth, all the way to your knuckles
you’re too lazy to go inside and wash your hands...
ya know??
this is the better option
the more convenient option
harrison takes notice
as does everyone else around the bonfire
the music and conversation have stopped
and harrison does not look happy
you pull your fingers out of your mouth with an audible pop and look up at your boyfriend innocently
“what?”
“ahem, could i have a word with you inside?”
looks like you’ll be getting what you want tonight after all
summer can you do a lil blurb with “come cuddle.” like they are about to have sex but she gets really insecure and he comforts her instead💛 — @soft-haz
@soft-haz
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be spending a sexy, romantic, and intimate evening with Harrison, but it had all gone to shit so quickly. It started after you’d put on the lingerie in the bathroom. It was meant to be a surprise for him, you waiting on the bed clad in the skimpy outfit like a present under the Christmas tree, but instead, you couldn’t pull your eyes from your reflection in the mirror.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that the color didn’t look right on you. And it didn’t fit you right. But you knew the truth. It didn’t FEEL right, which is why you opened the door to see a startled Harrison sitting on the edge of your bed. Startled, not because you were wearing the black, lacy thong and bra, but because the expression on your face was nothing short of misery. His eyebrows furrowed, concern lacing his features.
“What’s wrong, darling? You know I didn’t expect anything, right?” He whispered, reaching his hand out to you. But, he didn’t make any moves to hold you just yet. He knew you would come to him when you were ready, and with as delicate as your emotions were when you felt this way, he’d hate to be the one to tip you over the edge.
“I don’t feel good.” You whispered, and while anyone else could have misinterpreted it as feeling ill, Harrison knew you better than anyone else, and he knew that it wasn’t physical illness you were experiencing.
“Come cuddle, baby.” He held his arms out, scooting back so that he sat against the headboard.
“But we were supposed to-”
“We can do that anytime, darling. Let me help you, yeah?” He was always so gentle with your emotions, and you adored him for it.
You did as he asked, laying down in his arms, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he turned on the TV. He was sure to press loving kisses to your face every few minutes, reminding you of how much he loved you. Every now and then he’d ask if you needed anything, water, a snack, to hear your three favorite words escape his lips, and though you told him you were fine, he told you he loved you anyway. So, while the evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned, it couldn’t have possibly ended better.
Word Count: 3k
Pairing: harrison osterfield x reader
Warnings: oh my god... ALL of the fluff. the fluffiest fucking thing ever.
Request: “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater”
Summary: mornings are better with harrison
A/N: this might be my favorite thing that i’ve written. i can’t wait for you guys to read it! title is based off of better together by jack johnson (one of my faves). thank you to @marvelousxtsh for sending in this request. italics are song lyrics. feedback would be GREATLY appreciated, especially since this is one of my favorites. love you lots 💓
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She woke up to the first rays of sunlight starting to filter in through the curtains hanging in the window. It was early, and after a late night, she had no reason to be awake. The boy in the bed next to her was still fast asleep (as she should be), and the sheets on his side of the bed had been fumbled with in the middle of the night, exposing his bare chest, which rose and fell with each breath. His soft blond hair fell onto his forehead, his eyelids covering the pretty baby blues that she was already missing after having not seen them all night, his long eyelashes kissing his perfectly sculpted cheeks. His arm was still resting over her waist, as if he had refused to let go of her all night, and one side of his face was pressed into the pillow, a light pink covering his cheeks from the heat of sleeping next to her.
He had never looked so peaceful - she was sure of this - but she just had to run the risk of waking him up by showing him some love, even if he wouldn’t respond. Her fingertips slid across his forehead lightly to push his hair out of the way, her lips quickly following suit as she kissed his forehead and then his cheek. The next task was to get out of bed without bothering the boy, which seemed like an unlikely feat. But sure enough, she was able to slip out of his grasp after lifting his arm ever so carefully. The sheets had become even more of a mess after this, so she was quick to gently pull the blankets into place, up over his bare shoulders so he wouldn’t get cold without her.
Feeling a bit chilly herself without his body heat next to her, she scanned the room looking for something to slip on while she made breakfast. The wooden flooring was cold against her feet, so a pair of socks went on first, followed by an oversized sweater of his that had been thrown to the ground in a haste the previous night. The second the sweater went over her head, she was engulfed in his comforting scent, and she couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, wrapping her arms around her body for a few seconds before padding across the room to the door.
The bedroom door always opened with a creak, and even though she had braced herself for the noise, she couldn’t help but cringe as she opened the door slowly. Her eyes immediately traveled across the room to the bed, making sure he was still asleep. He had shifted his positioning now that she was no longer next to him, but he still looked to be fast asleep. A soft breath of relief left her lips as she slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her.
Silence took over the apartment - a stark contrast from a typical day, when music was on a never-ending loop, and the sound of banter often filled the space. She didn’t always hate the silence. Quite the contrary, in fact. There were nights where, after the spending a day in the life of his crazy job, all she wanted was to sit, cuddled up with him in silence. However, something about the warm, sunny morning called for a bit of noise to liven things up.
In the kitchen, she pulled back the curtains covering the window, letting some of the sunlight in to warm the dull room. Opening the window just a bit, she took in another deep breath - this time to inhale the fresh air that was flooding into the room. Next on the list to get the morning going was music.
Jack Johnson’s sweet and soft voice filled the kitchen, making her smile as she stood in the middle of the kitchen, swaying back and forth for a few seconds with her eyes closed. She was sure that his voice was one of the closest things to heaven you could get, and she loved to savor it every chance she got. Finally feeling warmed up and awake, she turned her attention to the task at hand; making breakfast.
Grocery shopping had been done the day before, so there were plenty of options to choose from. However, there was no competition in her mind, when French toast would clearly be the best choice. It was her favorite breakfast food, and because he wasn’t awake yet, there was no argument to be made for something else. She knew he also liked it, but just to appease him, she also decided to make eggs and bacon. With some of her favorite music playing in the background, accompanied by the warm sunshine and air spilling in from outside, she was certain this was a perfect way to start the day.
-
Harrison woke up to the feeling of rays of sunshine hitting his chest, filling his body with warmth. Before he even opened his eyes, though, he could tell something was missing, and his arm swung out to the opposite side of the bed in search of his favorite feeling. The sunshine was nice, of course, but nothing was better than the warmth of waking up next to her. Sure enough, his hand brushed against the soft but cold sheets, letting him know that she had been awake for a while. Fingers grasping at the sheets, he let out a tired groan, forcing his eyes open to wake up.
He was disappointed that she wasn’t still laying next to him, but the smell of breakfast being made changed his mind. Getting out of bed still seemed like too big of a task, though, and he rolled over, reaching for his phone. There were only a few notifications, and it only took a matter of minutes to click through them all, replying to the few friends who had messaged him.
Sitting up in bed, Harrison surveyed the room to find it an absolute disaster. Clothes had been thrown all over the floor last night, though it hadn’t really been very tidy to begin with. He did notice, however, that his sweater was missing from the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving him hoping that she was wearing it right now. With some effort, he hauled himself out of bed, put his glasses on, and wandered around his room for a few moments trying to find something he could wear downstairs. Harrison finally gave up and settled for only a pair of joggers. It’s not like she would mind anyway.
Per usual, the bedroom door creaked loudly as he pulled it open, but he paid no attention to the noise, having gotten so used to the sound. What did catch his attention, however, was the sound of her favorite music drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. It caused the corners of his lips to tug upwards slightly, the smile threatening to take over his whole face. Not being able to wait to see her any longer, he raced down the stairs like he had done as a child. Even though he didn’t have socks on, he practically slid across the hardwood floor, almost tripping over a pair of shoes laying in the middle of the room.
Stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, Harrison couldn’t help but stare at the girl standing in his kitchen. His sweater - one that was too big, even for him - hung off of her frame, her bare legs on full display just underneath the hem of it. Her favorite music was playing quietly in the background, hips moving in time with the song as she stood at the stove, making breakfast. He was silent for a few moments as he watched, too entranced by her beauty to move or make a sound.
The grumbling from his stomach was what brought him back to reality as he watched her add another piece of French toast to the growing pile on a plate. Ever so carefully, he started moving across the kitchen toward her. When he heard her humming along to the songs, he had to stop himself from laughing at how ridiculously cute she was in everything she did. In one final swoop, he took the last step toward her and scooped her up into his arms, pressing her back into his chest.
A surprised gasp fell from her lips as she jumped in surprise, almost elbowing Harrison in the stomach. He laughed a little, despite almost having the wind knocked out of him, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “Relax, love. Just me.”
Shaking her head, she scoffed, but he could hear the smile in her voice and could feel how she leaned back against his chest, “I know it’s only you, but for fuck’s sake, Haz. Scared the shit out of me, love.”
His head tipped back, eyes closing as laughter rumbled from his chest, which she could feel vibrate against her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he managed to get out between laughs. When he finally got control of his laughter, he leaned back over her shoulder, arms settling low on her hips, giving her waist a squeeze, “G’morning, pretty girl. Breakfast looks so good, and ‘m starving.”
Placing the last of the breakfast onto plates for them, she turned the stove off and then placed her arm across his, tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder, “Mm. Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”
“‘M sure it will, love,” Harrison mused, kissing her cheek and then craning his neck to peck her lips softly.
At this, she twisted in his grasp, arms finding their place around his neck as his hands settled on her waist near the small of her back. Leaning up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips, fingers gently taking hold of the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.
He was quick to react, however, the kiss was anything but. He kissed her back softly and slowly, wanting to give the moment the time it deserved. After all, it wasn’t every day that the two of them got to wake up and have breakfast together, especially with his crazy work schedule.
Another grumble from his stomach was what broke the kiss, causing her to laugh at him as she lifted a hand to pat his cheek gently, a loving smile placed on her lips, “C’mon then, my hungry boy. Don’t want the food to get cold.”
His hands left her hips as he pulled away, moving to grab his plate of food. Not being able to help herself, she took the moment to watch him intently. He was wearing a pair of his joggers, so there wasn’t much left for the imagination, and the fact that they were sitting so low on his hips didn’t help either. His hair was still an absolute mess, the slight waves falling all over the place and into his eyes, making her want to reach up and brush it out of the way so she could see her favorite color. He was still tired, she could tell, from the way he shuffled around the kitchen, and she couldn’t help but giggle at him, following his actions as she picked up her own plate.
They both took their places at the small wooden table tucked into the corner of the kitchen, sitting across from each other. They could sit next to each other, sure, but then they couldn’t look at each other as they talked, which is what they liked to do most while they ate. In the mornings when they got the chance to eat with each other, it was usually somewhat quiet, tired grumbles of the day’s plans being exchanged. At night, the day’s stories would be told, as well as whatever random topic came to mind.
Immediately, they both dug in, not putting off their growling stomachs any further. Much like other mornings, she was much too concerned with her food to start a conversation and focused on her plate. He, on the other hand, got distracted after only a few bites. Once again, she had somehow pulled him in, and she had done it only by eating breakfast. It wasn’t as if she was dressed up with her hair or makeup done; she wasn’t telling a funny story, or anything of the sort. But somehow, Harrison had become so wrapped up of the image of her in his kitchen while sunlight filtered in through the window and music played softly in the background. Only a few short months ago, he had spotted her as an extra on set and was aching to know her name. And now? Here she was, in his sweater, eating breakfast with him. She was the only thing he could see.
Glancing up from her plate, she noticed the dazed expression on his face as he stared at her. Waving her fork in front of his face, she smiled a little, tilting her head to the side, asking, “Why are you staring at me, dork?” Her hair was still a mess from sleeping, she was only wearing one of his sweaters, and she knew her lack of makeup wasn’t doing her any favors.
Harrison shook his head as he snapped back to reality. A smile started to form on his lips, and he couldn’t help but let it take over his face. “I just-“ he paused, letting out a content sigh, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater. Which you look stunning in, by the way.”
Her mouth opened, looking for the words to say, but instead, all she could do was smile. Her head dipped down, some hair falling into her face. Even so, Harrison was sure he had never seen anything brighter. It was brighter than the sunshine spilling into the room.
Feeling like her cheeks were on fire, she lifted her head after a moment, smile still prominent on her face. She let out a soft sigh, eyes twinkling as she rested her cheek in her palm, which was propped up against the table. “Harrison, I-“ she stopped, trying to find the right words to say as a million thoughts flew around her head. She shook her head, realizing that nothing would convey all of her feelings in the right way. Nothing other than… “I love you, Harrison.”
They were still fairly new to the “I love you’s,” and each time the phrase was uttered, butterflies erupted in their stomachs and their hearts began beating wildly. Now, it was Harrison who was grinning, corners of his eyes crinkling as his smile lit up the room. He was dazzling, she thought; she’d never seen anything brighter.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
Cheeks still burning, she dipped her head back down and continued to eat her breakfast, even though she couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. Harrison continued to watch for a few moments, chuckling softly to himself as he watched, music being the only sound that filled the space.
-
When they were both done, Harrison stood up from his chair, gathering both his plate and hers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She stood up too, following him as he dumped the plates into the sink, and hopped up onto the counter to watch him. She grinned, calling out teasingly, “Gonna wash the dishes, Prince Charming?”
He whipped around, ready to fire off a reply when the song changed. It was one of her favorites, and he loved it too.
There’s no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
“In a minute, love,” he replied earnestly, wiping his hands off on the towel hanging next to the sink before crossing the kitchen to get to her, “something else I gotta do first.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched, but the second he wedged his way between her legs, she hooked them around his waist, pulling him in closer. Her arms rested over his shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck as he lifted his hands, cupping her cheeks in their warmth.
She leaned into his touch as the tip of his nose brushed against hers, one of his hands leaving her cheek to brush a few strands of hair back behind her ear. Harrison was humming along with the song quietly, making her eyes close as she giggled.
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Pressing a soft but quick peck to her lips, both of his hands fell to her hips to tug her off of the counter carefully. Once she was steady on her feet, he kept one hand planted firmly on her waist, the other one moving to intertwine his fingers with hers. They were both grinning like crazy as he began to move in time with the music, spinning her around the kitchen.
Gripping his shoulder tightly as they danced around the kitchen, she let her head tilt back as she laughed, her hair flying around them. He slowed down a bit, letting her lean back into him as she pressed her ear to his bare chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily in his chest, comforting her as she slid her arms around his torso.
Lifting up on her toes after a few moments of silence between them, she gave him a small smile before pressing her lips to his. His hand found her jaw again as he kissed her deeply, the sound of the music fading into the background.
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together
Their smiles were what broke the kiss apart, happy sighs escaping their lips as Harrison tipped his head down to press his forehead against hers. Eyes wide open, her favorite color stared back at her as his the pad of his thumb brushed out across her cheek soothingly, “Love you, darlin.”
Summary: Apparently Haz doesn’t like it when you continue to tell him how hot it is in his room, who knew?
Word Count: 1K - I’m really sorry if the Read More doesnt work
“It’s too hot,” You complained for what must have been the billionth time. It was 2AM and you had been tossing and turning in Harrison’s bed for hours, neither of you getting a wink of sleep because of your incessant need to remind him of how hot you were. You blamed Harrison for this of course, seeing as he was the one renting the apartment with no air conditioning during one of the hottest summers you’ve ever experienced.
Kicking off the sheets around you, you looked over at Harrison for a moment, only to see his bare back as he had long since rolled onto the opposite side of the bed, basically hanging off the edge to get away from your squirming. You sighed as you turned your pillow over, hoping the cooler side of it would miraculously send you off to sleep. It didn’t.
“Ughh, Haz it’s too hot,”
That seemed to be the last straw for Harrison. As soon as those words left your mouth for the umpteenth time he rolled on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed as he hovered above you.
“If you don’t shut up about how hot it is I’ll give you a reason to feel hot,” He growled in your ear, his eyes darkening with arousal as he looked over your body beneath him.
“Promise?”
Your legs hooked around his waist as you brought him closer to you and Harrison’s lips immediately crashed into yours, taking complete control of you as his hands released yours to move over your body. Breathy moans left your mouth at his every touch as the feeling of his ice-cold hands against your body instantly satisfied you.
You moaned as his hands slipped under the thin tank top you wore and sat up so you could pull the flimsy material off you which left you in only your underwear. Harrison looked over your body for a moment, marvelling at how good you looked in his bed with a thin layer of sweat already coating your body and a smirk took over his features.
“God, you really are hot aren’t you, pretty girl,” you squirmed under his intense gaze, desperate for some sort of release and it wasn’t long before his hand snaked down to your clothed core, stroking your clit through your already soaked underwear.
You couldn’t help yourself. Without his permission you began rocking your hips against his hand and held your breasts in your own, running the pads of your thumbs against your bra-clad nipples as you pressed your head further into the pillows.
“Not today, love,” Harrison growled before crushing his lips against yours, his hand leaving your core causing you to whimper only for the sound to morph into a squeak of surprise as he yanked your hands away from your breasts, pinning them against the headrest. You whined and tried pushing your legs together only for Harrison to situate himself between them to stop you.
“Haz…” You whimpered, eyes begging him to help you in some way and finally he did; with one hand holding your wrists above your head the other lit a trail of fire down your body where his fingers danced across your skin before ripping off your panties, discarding the useless material somewhere in the room.
Slowly, he pushed through your folds, feeling your wetness and smirking at you tried desperately to make him do something, only to be surprised when he plunged two fingers into you without warning. You gasped suddenly but it was cut off as Harrison covered your mouth with his own again, his fingers pumping into you mercilessly while his thumb roughly circled your clit.
Every noise you made was muffled by his kiss; every moan and whimper of pleasure only spurring him on further as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge before removing himself from you completely. His lips and fingers vacated your body, leaving you a squirming, desperate mess beneath him but Harrison had a plan. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, okay love?”
You could only nod your head in response, eyes hooded over as you waited for him to make his next move. You weren’t left waiting for long, he started his attack at your thighs, peppering sweet kisses along the insides before licking a single stripe between your folds and then sucking on your clit. You did nothing to hide your moans, opening your legs wider with your toes curling as he increased his suction and inserted his fingers back into you.
Your senses were on overdrive as his fingers curled inside of you, hitting that special spot perfectly and as soon as he found it he continued to abuse it until you were screaming, one hand caught in his hair as you rocked yourself against him. You were so close, so desperate to cum but you knew you couldn’t, not without permission. As if to remind you of this Harrison peaked up at you from his place between your legs and said with all the mischief in the world in his tone, “Not yet, darling,”
You couldn’t help but whine and writhe beneath him, your hold on his hair tightening as he resumed his merciless actions and your hold on him only made him growl into you. The vibrations were almost too much for you to handle and as you began to beg him to let you cum he removed his fingers once again and immediately replaced them with his tongue, diving in and swirling around inside of you while his fingers rubbed harder against your clit.
“Let me taste you, Y/N,”
With a sigh you let your climax take over while Harrison drained you of every drop, riding out your high until you collapsed beneath him, a hot flush still covering your body.
“Now will you shut up about the damn heat?” Harrison teased as he climbed up next to you, kissing you sweetly before wrapping his arms around you so you were pressed against his chest.
“Fuck you, Harrison,” You sighed, closing your eyes as you finally let sleep take over.
“Don’t think you could handle that right now, love.”
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”
To all us Tom and Haz lovers, the struggle is strong! In bed with one and wanting the other is torture! I’m going to need some guidance on how to get us all together lol..I have a few ideals, but happy reading until next time!
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