Harrison Osterfield

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mkay SO

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

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

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

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

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

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

"maybe?" you smile devilishly

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

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

"is anyone else in here?"

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

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

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

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

but you need more

so he fucks you with his fingers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"get the fuck on with it."

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

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

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

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

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

"fuck baby, im gonna--"

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

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

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

harrison’s eyes darted from your moving figure in the kitchen of his flat to his friend sitting in front of him in the living room. the sound of your laughter mixing in with the girl’s that stood there with you pulling his gaze back to you as soon as he had torn them away, whatever his mate was saying didn’t register at all in the blonde’s head, he felt bad that he wasn’t paying attention but he had so much in his mind at the moment. his fingernails absently scratched the label on the beer bottle he held, peeling it off as he mentally went over the script he had curated a week prior to the party.

he was blankly staring in your direction, coming off of his daze when your sparkling eyes met his. a wide grin spread across your face at the sight of him, he saw how your shoulders shrugged adorably when he managed to return the smile. the young man’s heart did a somersault at your genuine gesture, a smile was all it took for him to excuse himself from the one-way conversation and start for the kitchen inhaling deeply as he wiped the sweat in his palm on his black jeans. “your highness.” you said as soon as he was close enough to hear you above the music and chatter around the flat. 

“stop that.” he chuckled, cheeks growing warmer. both of you stayed silent for a couple of long seconds, just looking around the people-littered place. “um, have you seen the terrace?” harrison finally spoke, pointing his beer at the sliding doors that took to the open space. your head shook negatively as your gaze heeded where he pointed. “wanna see it?” the blonde offered, thinking that it’ll be nice to have a bit more privacy if he was going to move ahead with his plan.

“please,” you smiled at him, grabbing the drink you had put down beside you ready to follow him. valiantly he slid his hand into your free one and lightly tugged you towards the balcony, “oh, it’s really nice!” your gasp brought a wider smile to his face, “missing a couple plants, though.” 

“i’m on it, don’t worry.” he reassured with a breathy laugh, “if you have any suggestions let me know.” you agreed beaming at him, subconsciously swinging your hands that were still clasp together causing him to look down at them. his thumb gently caressing the thenar region of your hand. “so hypothetically, if i were to ask you out would you be happy about it or…” 

“hypothetically?” you laughed, “well, if you were to hypothetically ask me out then i’d be pretty upset.” his hands grew more clammy with your answer, not knowing how to make up for potentially upsetting you. “but if you were to ask me out for real, then i think i’d be really happy.” when you finished he felt his heart flutter and he let out a small, nervous and breathy laugh in relief.

“y-you think?” he stuttered out of excitement, his brow lifting quizzically.

“i know,” with the assurance you took a step closer to him, tilting your head at him expectantly, clearly still waiting for him to actually say it. his hand squeezed yours before he articulated.

“would you like to go out with me? some time, anytime really. when you’re free,” harrison rambled on, trepidation settling on the pit of his stomach.