Summary: You’re the field nurse Harrison falls in love with
The last thing that Harrison remembered was gunfire, screams, blood, and an explosion that made the world go dark. So when he opened his eyes and saw your face and the halo that was your hair his first words made sense to him. “Are you an angel?”
“No honey, I’m just a field nurse.”
That was the moment you had never hated war more, or believed more in miracles. When the soldier had first been brought into the hospital tent you weren’t sure how he would survive. He had been closest to the grenade that had brought four more in and killed another. In the end he lost his left leg, broke all the ribs on that side and taken a nasty knock to his head on the way down.
Despite you saying otherwise he still believed you were an angel because you were there when he realised what was missing. While he was screaming and writhing in bed you placed steadying hands on his shoulders and looking him dead in the eye told him everything would be ok. He believed you.
He liked the shape of your lips and you liked the way his eyes reminded you of the ocean back home.
“How bad is it, Nurse Angel?” he asked after a week when you were changing the bandages wrapped around his head. You pursed your lips as you examined it and for a moment he had forgotten what he even asked, until you returned with a small handheld mirror. You held it up for him and he admired the stitches that ran halfway along his head and down his forehead to his eyebrow.
“You might be missing some hair, but it doesn’t detract from your handsomeness.”
“You think I’m handsome huh?” he teased and you busied yourself preparing the new bandages as colour flooded your cheeks.
“We’ve got you a nice pair of crutches ready to go.” You approached his bedside with the sticks two weeks later, laying them to the side as you helped him to sit up.
“You call those nice?” he joked, everyone knew everything on the front line was rudimentary at best. He didn’t want to let his arm drop from around your shoulders once he was sitting up though, he would much rather have sat there like this than be forced to stand with those things. But you stayed there with him, guiding his uneven body as he managed to get upright. When you dropped your hands it was the propellent he needed to take a step forward. He winced. “Still hurts the ribs.”
“They’ll heal.”
He was waiting for you just outside the hospital tent that night after a three hour emergency surgery that had hindered your clock off time.
“They’ll be sending me home you know.”
“Well you can’t fight Germans with one leg,” you commented, but he didn’t seem to acknowledge the joke as he hobbled closer, coming to a halt an inch away from you.
“I want you to come with me,” he said, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, feeling the warmth and the roughness of his skin beneath your fingers and you swallowed thickly.
“I can’t just leave Harrison, they need me here,” you replied, although there was a twisting in your chest as you spoke the words. You tried to look away but he wouldn’t let you, dropping your hand to cup your face and force you to meet his gaze.
“Please angel, I can’t bear the thought of going back to England and waking up every single day wondering if you’re still alive and if you’ll make it back. You can’t tell me you actually like it here. I’ll get a space for you to travel and you can tell them you can’t do it anymore,” he begged, his thumb stroking your cheek and you felt tears well in your eyes.
“What would we even do back there?”
“Volunteer to help the home front and when the fighting is finished we’ll get married and have three daughters so they can never be forced into war,” he answered with the thoughts he’d been having every day for the last week, the ones he knew you’d ask.
You let it sink in and standing in the middle of a war camp you let yourself imagine another life away from all the blood and pain and death. As the first tear escaped you gave him a nod and he broke into a smile, wiping it away and leaning in to kiss you softly.
“Pack your bag and tell your commander, I’ll write a letter to my mother and secure your travel,” he urged as he pulled back and you nodded again. Breaking apart you started towards your tent, looking over your shoulder to find Harrison by the opening to the hospital, leaning on his crutches. It was dark but you could still make out his smile and your heart leapt as he called after you.
“You really are an angel you know, sent just for me.”
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This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭
summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.
pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield
warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold
wc ↠ 1533
(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤
taglist | masterlist
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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.
he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.
“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.
a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.
“tom, what’s that?”
“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”
“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.
“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”
“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.
you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.
finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.
he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.
you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.
“tom?”
“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.
you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?
you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.
“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.
“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.
“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”
you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.
you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.
the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.
he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.
he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.
“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.
“i- are you mad?” you whined.
“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”
you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.
“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.
you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”
toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.
“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”
you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”
harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.
it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.
you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.
suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.
“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”
they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.
“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”
SUMMARY: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights.
WARNING(S): Fluff, some angst I guess
WORD COUNT: 2,815
PAIRING: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader
A/N: Hope you enjoy it! This is an old repost. Feedback is always welcomed!
MASTERLIST
There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.
As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.
Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.
Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.
A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.
Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.
He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.
It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them.
-
The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.
“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.
“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.
“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.
“I said get off!”
“Make me then.”
“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.
It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.
“You did not have to do that.” You protested.
“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.
“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.
“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though.
-
It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.
The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.
Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.
He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.
He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.
And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.
You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.
You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.
Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.
“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you.
“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.
“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true.
“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.
“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.”
“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.
“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.
You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.
“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.
“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.
“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.
Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.
“Are you mad?”
“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.
“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.
Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.
“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.
“Get off me!” You growled.
“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.”
“Then why are you even here?”
“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.
“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.
“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.
“Get off.” You muttered quietly.
“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted.
“What things?” He questioned.
“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.
“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet.
“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.
“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you.
“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”
“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.
“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?”
“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”
“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”
You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.
“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.
“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.
“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.
“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”
“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.
“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”
“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.
“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.
“I do.” You muttered.
“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.”
“What about your princess?”
“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.”
“You mean that?” You smiled.
“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.
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Could you plz write something about dad!harrison dealing with his toddler’s tantrums/terrible twos.
I changed this just a lil but it's still similar
There was nothing better than watching Haz be a dad. He was the best with your little girl. Even when she, herself, was a nightmare. Jane looked just like her daddy, and of course you'd joked about her having his attitude too, but it wasn't necessarily true. Like today.
You had announced to Harrison that you were pregnant with his second child, and before you announced it to Jane, he wanted to be able to tell her if she was getting a little sister or a little brother. It turned out your new baby was a boy, much to Harrison's surprise considering the similarities in your first and second pregnancy. But regardless, he was excited to tell your baby girl. And the result was less than perfect.
His announcement came from you, and was you telling her she was getting a baby brother from mommy's tummy soon, and almost the second you told her they were a boy, she'd burst in tears and she was sobbing and screaming, her face bright red.
Harrison had grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, her head tucked into her shoulder. He pouts at you,
"She's really upset." He murmurs. You smile,
"She'll get over it." He scoffs,
"She will, I won't." He tells you. You giggle,
"I'm sure you won't." He sighs, sitting her on the couch,
"Jane darling… you are going to have so much fun either your baby brother. You having a little sister won't change anything. You can be just as mean to a little boy." He reasons. She heaves as she continues to cry. You can tell by the look in Harrison's eyes that it's killing him. You move in, stroking her hair down,
"Jane…" You wait until her eyes meet yours, "you like Mr. Shadow right?" You reference her stuffed bear from Harrison's mom. She nods, wiping her red rimmed eyes. You hum,
"And you love having tea parties with him huh?" You pose. She nods again. You smile,
"Well… the bigger the party, the more extravagant you have to get which means cake and ice cream at your tea parties." You tell her. Harrison looks between you, watching Jane light up at the mention of a few of her favorite things. You press a hand to your belly,
"Your baby brother is gonna have his own friends like Mr. Shadow and I just know that's he's going to want to join yours and Mr. Shadow's tea parties and he'll help you get that cake and ice cream." You bribe. Harrison's heart lightens at the look in Jane's eyes, his hand reaching out to smooth her hair down. He leans in and kisses her cheek,
"You're gonna be such a good big sister huh J?" He poses. She nods, glancing up at him, "to a baby brother huh?" He adds, testing the waters. She gives a sniffle, but she nods again, staring up at him,
"Yeah." He smiles,
"That's my good girl. Think there's still some of Uncle Tom's red velvet cake left in the fridge, you wanna check?" He asks her. She nods, eyes lighting up again, throwing herself into his arms. He smiles, kissing her temple. You stand along with him, following him into the kitchen. After he fetches the leftover birthday cake Tom had insisted you take home for your little girl and a fork, he turns to you,
"How bout…" He takes your hand, "We stop at two. If I have to pick up the pieces again after she has a breakdown over another baby brother, I'll have to commit myself to a psych ward." You giggle as he corners you against the counter. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you lean in and kiss him,
"You're the one insistent on a second baby. Wasn't my idea to get pregnant again." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, a little more soundly this time, humming,
"I know but… maybe not a third." He murmurs. You nod,
"Keep it in your pants then Osterfield." You squeal as he smacks your bottom before he's fishing two more forks from the drawer,
"Let's see how much baby boy likes cake before his big sister's tea parties." He murmurs, handing one to you and twirling one between his fingers. He watches you chew for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky with two of the most gorgeous girls on earth and a little boy on the way.
Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties
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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”
“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”
“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”
You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.
“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him.
A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”
Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.
“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer
“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”
Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”
The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”
Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.
The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.
Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.
Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.
He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”
When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”
Warnings: unprotected sex, (oral, p in v, anal) titty f*cking, fingering, hand job, nipple play, cum play, slight Dom/sub dinamic, male to male relationship, threesome, swearing (so much swearing) this is just pure filth.
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Word count: 6.4k (I got carried away.... Again)
Everyone had secrets.
That wasn't a foreign concept to you. Some secrets were big, and would be carried to the grave, while others were minor and would be swapped from person to person until morphing into a giant fiasco.
You had a secret.
You had a BIG secret.
One you couldn't talk about.
One you had to pretend wasn't real until you were behind closed doors.
The secret you had wasn't only your own, there were two others involved, two others at stake.
It had started how most things do. Slowly.
A gaze that lingered here.
A touch with a spark there.
A longing look seen from across the room.
It wasn't until one night when the three of you had been drinking that some truth had been spilled, after so long of fighting it. So long of concealing it.
"I want to kiss you," Harry said from the spot he was laying on the floor.
You glanced over to see him with his hands tangled in his own hair like he was having a crisis, like admitting that was the worst thing in the world. "You can kiss me," you said quietly.
He glanced over to you with a cocky smile. "I know, and I plan to, amongst other things, but I wasn't talking to you,"
It took you a second to gather what he could possibly mean. There wasn't anyone else. It was just you, him, and…. Harrison.
"You want to kiss me?" Harrison asked as he propped himself up onto his elbow. He was occupying the longer couch while your smaller body had taken the loveseat, Harry choosing the floor directly between the two of you.
Harry's eyes were fixated on the popcorn ceiling, not drifting towards either of you, his cheeks were a vibrant red, and you could see that his breathing had increased by the rising and falling of his chest. "Mmm," he nodded.
You didn't mean for the gasp that escaped your lips to be audible, but you were shocked. You weren't blind, you could see the sexual tension between them, always picking at each other, being handsy, and throwing around crude phrases with no care, a Normal friendly banter, if it wasn't for the stares. You had caught both of them on more than one occasion looking longingly at the other. Scared to push that boundary. Scared to make something out of nothing. But now, Harry had just aired it. Letting it out, breaking free of the chains that had held him so tightly.
"Alright," Harrison said.
Harry's gaze shot towards him, a mixture of shock and excitement on his face.
"Alright?" Harry asked, not sure he had heard him, or maybe he had been responding to you. There was no way he had just said alright to kissing him.
"Kiss me Holland," Harrison said as he sat up from his previous position of laying down.
"Now?" Harry hissed.
The chuckle that left Harrison's mouth was anything but rude, it was a sweet chuckle, one that said 'I'll take over if you need' and he did. His face came mere centimetres away from Harrys, their noses practically touching. "You sure?" Harry wondered.
Harrison didn't answer, instead he pushed his lips against Harry's gently, a slow locking, a gentle flow, a test, really. But then it was like a switch, Harrison's hand reaching out for Harry's cheek to pull him closer, Harry's mouth opening as their Tongue's clashed and collided, exploring uncharted territory.
You couldn't help the whimper that left your mouth at the sight. Hell you'd fantasized about this very thing, but to have it in front of you was different, suddenly everything seemed so clear.
Harrison pulled away first. Harry groaned at the loss of contact. "That was amazing," Harrison whispered as he pressed his forehead against Harry's, "but I think we have someone over there that needs our mouths in very different places," both of their gazes shot towards you.
The whimper that left your mouth at the insinuation was nearly pornographic. The idea of either of their mouths on you had an ache building so hard in your stomach you were sure you might burst from the way they were looking at you.
Haz was the first to reach you, putting his hand under your chin and turning it up so you could look at him. "What do you want, princess?" He asked you.
You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out, just silence as you stared at the boys who you'd secretly been in love with the boys you longed for late at night with your fingers between your legs, working yourself over the edge, there names slipping from your lips with a whimper.
Harry leaned down close to you, his mouth nearly against your ear. "You want us princess? Both of us?" He asked you.
"Yeah," you croaked out, your face flushing.
"Yeah?" Harrison asked leaning down even further until his lips were on your neck, and then suddenly Harry's were on yours. It was hot. It was everything and more, and if it were up to you it would have gone on forever just like that.
Harry's kisses were gentle, as you expected. The two of you had always had a very love forward friendship, so for him to kiss you so sensually and slowly made sense. Harrison's hand snaked to your cheek pulling you away from Harry's lips and to his own, Harry dipped his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on the opposite side of your neck than Harrison had.
Haz kissed you hard, and with intent, his tongue swiped across your lip seeking entrance that you quickly gave. You felt a hand trailing up your thigh and by the feathery light touch you knew it was Harry doing it.
His fingers gilded up towards your core and as soon as he got close you let out a moan, being swallowed by Harrison's mouth. You felt Harry lean forward again, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Is that what you want me to do? Want me to touch you?" He asked you.
You broke away from Harrison's kiss to look over to Harry, you bit your lip as you nodded frantically, "please Harry," you practically begged.
He glanced over to Harrison with a smirk. "Get undressed," Harrison directed, to whom you weren't positive, because less than 30 seconds later both you and Harry were in only underwear, standing next to a fully clothed Haz.
Harrison turned you towards Harry, putting his front flush up against your back and leaned down to your ear, "I want you to make him feel good while I watch," he told you. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes meeting his and seeing that he was completely serious. You nodded as you stepped forward, placing your hands on Harry's chest. Harry looked down at you, with lust filled eyes. You leaned in placing a gentle kiss against his lips before you were pushing him back. He fell to a sitting position onto the couch and you crouched down, pushing his knees apart and settling between them, you let your lips trail from his down his neck and his chest, and then over his clothed bulge.
"Shit," he breathed out. "Are we actually doing this?"
You looked up at him with doe eyes. "I can stop if you want," you told him innocently.
"No, no," he corrected, guiding your hand back to where he wanted it. "Please, keep going,"
You giggled at that but took it as the go ahead. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, as he lifted his hips allowing you to pull them down and free his cock from the restrictive hold.
You looked up at him once more to see him staring at you intently. You stuck out your tongue licking a stripe from the base to the tip and wrapping your lips gently around him, sucking him into your hollowed cheeks.
The noise that left his mouth made your pussy clench. You took the initiative and bobbed your head up and down, using your hands for what you couldn't take into your mouth. You felt a hand on the back of your head, Guiding you down and you glanced up to see Harry's hands still at his side gripping the couch cushions tightly. You glanced over to see Harrison standing beside you, an obvious bulge in his slacks as you sucked off his friend.
You let Harry out of your mouth with a pop and turned to Harrison, a devious grin on your face. You reached for his belt, undoing it and following that with his buttons and zip. You pushed his pants down and they fell pooling at his ankles. You shot him a wink before moving your lips to nibble at his hard bulge through his boxers.
"Fuck," he groaned. You slipped his boxers down, his cock bouncing up as soon as the cloth swiped over it. You raised your eyebrows to Harrison, a silent approval of what he had to offer.
He chuckled as he watched you. you licked the palm of your hand, making a gentle contact. You tugged on him a few times before taking him in your mouth.
He hissed as soon as your swollen lips were wrapped around his length working down him with ease, Harry's hand on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. He glanced over to see your hand around Harry's painfully hard cock tugging about the same rhythm you were setting with your mouth.
"Y/n," Harry's groaned, "I don't want to cum in your hand love,"
You let go of Harrison turning back to Harry. "Where do you want to cum, Harry?" You asked seductively.
Without a blink of an eye, "your tits," he admitted.
You were quite shocked Harry, always being the more shy one in the group, always beating around the bush, but now.. in the heat of the moment, he knew precisely what he wanted, and who were you to tell him no?
You settled back on your knees in front of Harry, and as you were about to reach behind you to unclasp your bra, Harrison's lengthy fingers were doing it.
You let it fall down your arms slowly, your tits now on full display, your nipples beaded at the arousal you felt, aching to be touched and tweaked.
You took Harry's member into your hand again, cascading your hand up and down as you watched his head fall back.
"Lean forward," Harrison whispered. You looked back at him, and all he did was nod, you leaned forward, your face lined up with Harry's chest, your ass in the air. Harrison put his hands on the side of each of your breasts and you knew exactly what he wanted. You licked your hand again, getting a nice Sheen layer of wetness on Harry's cock before guiding him to between your tits, being pushed together by Haz. As soon as his dick slid in between, he gasped, thrusting up towards you. you held yourself up, watching his face as he fell apart, as he got what he wanted. You looked down to see his cock head poking through with every thrust until he was spurting out his warm release coating your cleavage.
"Oh my fucking god," he groaned as he stilled his movements. You pushed yourself up from your knees. Looking down as his release dripping from your chest down your stomach.
Haz reached for your chin, turning your head towards him. "Sit," he commanded.
You went to sit besides Harry, but he stopped you, guiding you until your ass was flush with Harry's groin.
He pushed your legs open, so they were thrown over Harry's. "Can I rip these?" He asked. You glanced down at the pink thong you had on, already ruined from the puddle you had made in them.
"Y-you want to rip my underwear?" You asked slightly confused.
"I already have you in the perfect position," he chuckled. "It would just be easier," he told you.
You glanced down again, before biting your lip and nodding. You watched as, like he said, he ripped them, tugging them from beneath you and tossing them to the far side of the room.
"I'll buy you a new pair," he promised.
You nodded, as you watched him stare at you, taking in you completely naked form sitting on top of Harry, who was completely naked beneath you.
"Haz," you whispered.
He glanced up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a fire behind them. "Yes princess?" He asked.
"Touch me," you begged sinfully. He smirked up at you, bringing forth one of his glorious fingers and running it through your soaking folds, nudging at your nub.
"Are you hard again?" He asked Harry who was holding your waist watching over your shoulder to see what Haz was planning.
"Fuck yeah," Harry admitted.
Haz nodded standing up, he took your chin in his hand forcing you to look up, "your gonna ride Baz's cock, and let me fuck your mouth, that work baby?" He asked.
"Yes," you moaned. Harry lifted your hips lining himself at your entrance before helping you sink down onto him. You moaned out at the stretch having no foreplay yourself, but it still felt good. Harry held you still on his lap as you adjusted to him, while Haz stood In front of you lazily tugging at his cock until the two of you were situated. Harry guided your hips in circles as you took Harrison in your mouth, moaning against him with every movement. You bobbed your head up and down, swiping your tongue across the head of his member, the saltines of his precum hitting your tongue. You worked him in your mouth, dropping your hand between his legs as you grabbed his balls gently between your fingers.
He groaned loudly as he jerked away from you.
You looked up at him confused, worried you had done something wrong. "Get up and turn around," he told you.
You did as he told you, getting off of Harry and turning around straddling him and slipping his dick back inside your entrance. Harry leaned up crashing your lips together, tasting Haz's arousal on your tongue, but he didn't care, that only made it hotter. You felt Haz's breath Cascade over your neck before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. He trailed his hand down your back, and near your ass dipping his hand down to your entrance feeling Harry's cock going in and out of you at a rhythmic speed. He trailed his finger back up pressing lightly between your cheeks, a sensation completely foreign to you. He pushed into your puckered hole gently with a single finger, you moaned loudly at that. "Haz!" You gasped.
"Is it too much?" He asked, obviously worried he had hurt you.
You shook your head, "no, it's good," you whimpered.
He chuckled as he pushed in farther, then pulled his finger out again, working you until you were relaxed enough for another finger.
You moaned loudly into Harry's lips as his dick drilled into you, Harrison working you from behind.
"Tell me if it's too much y/n, I don't want to hurt you," Haz whispered in your ear as he lined his painfully hard cock up to your ass, nudging it in. You yelped at the initial stretch, causing him to still his hips. "Keep going," you told him after a second.
He drew his hips out slowly, thrusting in slowly, until he was sure that you were okay. You threw your head back against Harrison's shoulder grasping Harry's shoulders as the two of them thrust into you at a feverish pace.
You weren't sure how it was possible that you hadn't spontaneously combust with the complete and utter ecstasy you felt. Harrison reached for your breasts squeezing your nipples as Harry reached down pinching your clit between his fingers, it was what pushed you over the edge. A loud scream of both of their names as you clenched down around the both of them, nearly blacking out. Harry groaned as you felt him twitch inside you and Harrison's movements became sloppy before a pornographic moan left his lips, his hips stilling as his release spilled into you.
The tree of you collapsed onto the couch completely spent, not sure what had just happened or how it would affect your friendship.
Harry propped himself up onto his elbow looking over you at Harrison, who glanced over with a wide smile.
Harry bit his lip, and you saw him glance at Harrison's lips.
Harrison saw it too, because in no time he was in a sitting position pulling Harry's face to his in a heated kiss above you.
You couldn't help the rush you got from the two of them kissing like that, it was hot and it was sweet, and it was something straight out of your dreams.
That night the three of you had piled into Harrison's shower, Washing away the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated all over your body's before falling into a deep sleep all cuddled up in bed naked together.
That night had started something, something that was unconventional and unexplainable, but it worked.
That was a year ago.
You sat at the table, eyes on the two boys standing at the bar retrieving the drinks for the table. "Ok y/n, be honest. Which one of them are you fucking, because that look says it all," Sam said from across from you.
"What?" You asked, turning your attention to him "neither, why would you even say that?" You groaned, a bit in embarrassment of being caught looking at them that way and a bit in annoyance that you couldn't just admit what you were thinking.
"Pretty sure it's haz," Tom said from next to Sam, "I've heard them a few times," he said.
Your cheeks heated up as your eyes went wide. It was very possible he had heard you, but it wasn't with only Haz. "You're imagining things Tom," you told him, glancing back at Haz and Harry who were both looking at you with raised eyebrows.
Oh boy… that couldn't be good.
"I swear," Tom chuckled. "Harrison even likes to be called harri in bed, isn't that right y/n?" He asked.
Your mouth dropped open as you gasped at him. You were lucky that's what he thought compared to the truth. The three of you fucking each other late at night, when you thought everyone was asleep, sure you could be quiet, but with them, sometimes it was hard. Sometimes you were left just watching them as you touched yourself or one of them was left watching, however it played out, not a single one of you was ever left not feeling completely and overwhelmingly satisfied.
"Or maybe she has both of them in there," Sam joked.
You turned to him with raised brows. "Don't be ridiculous, you think if I had them both in there they wouldn't be howling in pleasure," you quipped, hopeful that would put an end to the conversation. Your phone vibrated in your hand and you glanced down to see a message from Harry in the group chat the three of you had.
Har (thing 1): howwwwlllll howllll baby girl (;
Haz (thing 2): you can make me howl any time you want to princess :*
Y/n (keeper of things): get over here so I'm not alone in this awful conversation.
Har (thing 1): what? don't want all our dirty secrets in the open?
Y/n (keeper of things): oh would you like me to explain to your brothers that sometimes you like Harrison's dick up your ass?
Haz (thing 2): so do you….
Har (thing 1): that's true ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Y/n (keeper of things): let's not forget about that hot hot video I have of you on your knees for our Bazzy boy.. HAZ.
Haz (thing 2): hey now, what happened to a non disclosure policy?
Har (thing 1): did we sign one of those??? ಠ_ಠ
Y/n (keeper of things): guys….. please, come over here.. and if you hurry I'll do that thing with my tongue.
You glanced up to see both of them hurrying towards the table while balancing the beers for them and Tom and Sam and a fruity drink for you.
You stood up letting Harry slide into the booth first, then you slid back in with Harrison following.
"What are we talking about?" Harrison asked, with a smile.
"How you and y/n, are fucking," Sam said smugly.
"We are?" Harrison gasped looking over to you with a fake look of shock. "how rude of you to forget to tell me," he chided.
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics before looking at Tom.
"What makes you think I wasn't getting myself off when you heard me screaming someone's name," you asked, with a grin.
"Because you whimper when you do it to yourself," he said casually. Both Harrison and Harry's mouths dropped open knowing that was absolutely true.
"How do you know that?" Harrison asked.
"Why do you know that?" Harry added.
"Thin walls," Tom shrugged, bringing the pint to his lips and taking a long gulp.
"Obviously, not that thin," Harrison smirked at Harry, who just winked back at him.
You rolled your eyes at your boys, knowing one of these days they would accidentally out themselves.
The night went on, and the lights dimmed as the music raised. Sam slipped away, dancing with a blonde on the floor, and Tom was lost in conversation with a woman at the bar leaving the three of you alone at the booth.
You watched the people around you enjoying themselves, multiple couples grinding on each other, or sucking faces, you couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that washed over you. You couldn't do that with your men, because if you did, you would be branded a 'whore' or 'slut' and you had their reputation's to think about.
Harry must have noticed the change in your mood, he slid his hand over your thigh, making you glance over to him.
"Do you want to go dance?" He asked sweetly.
"Yes, but I want to dance with both of you," you whispered.
He nodded, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
"I know this is hard, baby, I wish we could give you everything you deserve, I want to show you off to the world, I want to be proud of what we have. Hell I am proud of what we have, it's just-"
"It's hard when we're in such a spotlight," Harrison finished, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "but we can go home and dance all you want in the living room, those two divs aren't going to be heading back anytime soon anyway," he chuckled.
"Take me home," you whispered to Harrison, who despite always being the careful one, gently pushed his lips to yours.
"Let's get our girl home," Harrison told Harry with a smirk.
Our girl. Theirs. Both of them. No matter how unconventional it may be, this was your little slice of heaven.
Harry placed a hand on your cheek pulling you into a quick kiss before Harrison was helping you out from the booth, everyone else was too preoccupied to notice you had just kissed both of them, and you were too buzzed to care anyway, you just wanted to get home with your guys.
As soon as you were out of the cab and on your way to the door, Harry had you pushed up against the outside wall, lips on lips, bodies flush against each other.
Harrison chuckled from beside you two unlocking the door, "com'on let's move this to my room," he told the two of you.
Harry broke his lips away, slipping his hands to your ass and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards Harrison's room.
As soon as the door was shut, you heard the lock click and you were set down onto your feet, Harry in front of you and Harrison behind you.
Harrison's hands fumbled at the hem of your shirt, lifting It over your head and tossing it to the side. Harry chuckled as he ran his fingers over the red lace of your bra. "I love this one on you," he told you.
"I know, that's why I picked it," you told him with a grin.
Harrison placed his hands on your hips backing your body flush into his.
"Still want to dance sweetheart?" He asked you with a low growl in your ear.
You let out a whimper as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.
"Just want you guys," you told him.
Harry chuckled from in front of you, "you have us baby," he told you in a hushed tone, before dropping down to his knees. His fingers easily found the waistband of your leggings, tugging them and your panties down your legs. You lifted one of your feet for him to pull off the clothing before following it by the other. He shoved your knees apart so he had a perfect view of your glistening pussy above him.
"Gonna have a taste now princess," he growled at you.
You nodded frantically, as Harrison gripped your hips holding you in place. Harry stuck out his tongue, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit and flicking his tongue. He had a way of making you wither away with his tongue, knowing exactly what you liked and the perfect pace to work you to your orgasm.
He swirled his tongue around your nub, trailing it back down to your entrance and pushing it inside your hole. You gasped as your hands flew down clutching onto his auburn curls, he's tongue thrusting in and out of you before moving back to focus on your clit. He trailed his fingers up your thigh before slowly pushing two into your entrance.
"Harry!!" You gasped, your legs nearly giving out at the feeling. He lapped at your pussy while his fingers thrust into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust inward.
"Gonna come on his tongue baby?" Harrison asked you.
You hummed in agreement, knowing you weren't going to last much longer with the way Harry had you feeling. Harrison slid his hand from your hips to your back unclasping your strapless bra that fell to the floor beside you, he grabbed your boobs in his hands, pinching your beaded nipples between his fingers. "You remember that first time?" He asked in a low whisper, "Harry fucking your tits? spilling his hot cum all over them? how we licked you all clean in the shower, making you moan before we covered you with our juices all over again?" He nibbled at your ear lobe.
"Fuck," you moaned out, a mixture of Harrison's dirty talk, and Harry's toung pushing you right over the edge. "Fuck I'm cumming," you shreiked as your walls clamped down on Harry's fingers, didn't stop him from working you through your high, lapping up everything you had given him.
He stood up, bringing his lips to yours and you could taste yourself on him, his face glistening with your arousal. "Sweet, like always," he told Harrison, "taste?" He asked with a smirk. Harrison leaned forward connecting his lips with Harry's over your shoulder, your very naked body in between theirs.
You reached down between you and Harry, palming his obvious bulge being held behind his jeans. "Want me to do the tongue thing now?” you asked as they continued to kiss, tongues clashing in a fight of dominance. Harry moaned into the kiss and you knew that was him telling you yes.
You dropped down to your knees between then, unbuttoning Harry's pants first and letting them fall, before tugging his boxers off. His length jutted up, already glistening with pre cum at his tip. You turned slightly pulling Harrison's sweat pants down to find he had gone commando to the bar, when his length nearly hit you in the face. You chuckled at him, knowing how much of a smug bastard he was, but he was yours.
You took both of their cocks in each of your hands, tugging gently at them, you moved your lips to Harry's first, fitting your mouth around the head and sucking him in lightly, the precum coating your tongue instantly. his hips moved of their own Accord, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.
"Sorry baby," he whispered. You glanced up to see both of them looking down at you now, eyes blown with lust. You let Harry's length out of your mouth before moving to Harrison's, you stuck your tongue out letting his length slide over it into your mouth before pulling away and swirling your tongue around the head.
"Fuck," Harrison groaned loudly from above you. "Just like that," he praised as you did it again.
You smiled up at him before moving back to Harry and doing the same thing, Harry let a groan leave his lips as you reached between his legs grabbing his balls. "Fuck y/n, just like that baby," he whispered. You backed up, taking both of them into your hands again as you stroked them at the same time, their hips thrusting forward into your hands.
The three of you glanced at the door as you heard the front door shutting downstairs.
"Playtime is over," Harrison groaned, going to back away.
You tightened your grip on his length making him groan. "Just be quiet," you whispered, looking up at him with a taunting smirk.
"Not me, I'm worried about love," he quipped back.
You let go of both of them standing up, "plan on making me scream?" You raised your brows, challenging them.
"Is there a time we didn't?" Harry asked with a smug smirk.
You looked back and forth between the two of them taking a few steps back until you were at the edge of the bed you laid back spreading your legs, "do your worst boys," you teased. "I won't make a peep," lies. A blatant lie, but you were needy, and only one thing could fix that… well two.
Harrison was on you first grabbing your ankles and practically yanking you until your dripping core was slated to his mouth, his tongue hammering against your clit as you clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt not to shriek.
“Damn Hazzy boy, just a few flicks of your tongue and she's already almost screaming,” Harry praised.
“Don't sound so smug,” you gasped out looking directly at Harry, “We all know he does the same thing to you anytime he gets the chance,” you spat.
“Someone is feeling feisty tonight,” Harry mumbled crawling up the bed and dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth, he sank his teeth into your soft flesh flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple.
“Fuck!” You cried, at a mix of the pleasure and the pain.
“Y/N!” Harrison hissed, lifting his head from between your thighs, “So much for not making a fucking peep,” he scolded.
You glanced over to Harry who had a smug grin, telling you he had gotten exactly what he had wanted. The reality that you were at the mercy of these boys crashing down on you.
There was a quiet knock on the door, making Harrison shoot you a death glare.
“Everything good there?” Sam's voice called out.
“Sorry we're drunk and y/n doesn't know how to know how to keep her mouth closed!” Harry called out to his twin.
Your eyes widened. “Harry!” you and Harrison both hissed.
He shrugged with a grin looking unbothered by the fact that he had just all but admitted to his brother that the three of you were in here having a fucking three way.
“Use protection!” Sam sniggered out before his footsteps were heading towards his room.
“Never do!” Harry yelled out.
You reached over smacking him in the chest, “The fuck was that Holland?” You demanded.
“Oh come on,” He sighed, “You saw how much he drank tonight, He won't remember any of that in the morning,” He chuckled, running his fingers through his auburn curls.
“You're impossible,” Harrison groaned.
“You love it,” Harry quipped back, eyes focused on the grin that pulled at Harrison’s lips.
“Shut the fuck up Holland,” He chuckled before reaching up and letting a hard smack hit Harry's thigh, close to his cock.
“Damn,” Harry hissed at the sensation, the gesture igniting something primal in him. “You want to play dirty?” He spat, “I can play dirty,” In the blink of an eye you watched Harry jump up and stalk over to the top drawer of Harrison’s dresser.
“Harry,” Harrison warned, “We have talked about this,” Harrison practically pleaded.
Your core tightened knowing exactly what Harry was doing.
“Should have thought of that before,” Harry taunted, turning around with the tube of lube in his hands.
“Y/N?” Harrison pleaded, making a giggle erupt from your chest.
“I don't know Hazzy boy, looks like you may be taking a turn bottoming tonight,” you teased, knowing very well Harry would never push Harrison to that, there were boundaries in place and that was one Harrison was adamant about.
Harry and Harrison stared at each other, a spark of anger in Harry's eye and a rush of fear in Harrison's. A grin tugged the side of Harry's lips, dropping his tough guy facade and tossing the bottle to Harrison.
“You actually believed I'd make you do that?” Harry wondered, with a concerned glance back towards Harrison as he shuffled back onto the bed.
“Thought I pushed you too far,” Harrison admitted coyly.
Harry chuckled as he ran his finger from your breast down to your core. “Nah, I just knew we would need that,” Harry told him with a smirk.
“You're an ass,” Harrison Groaned.
“Maybe, but you like his ass,” you quipped, wiggling your eyebrows towards Harrison.
A laugh erupted from his chest as he looked back up to you. “Yeah you got me there,” He admitted.
You looked over to Harry who had his length in his hand slowly tugging it as his eyes trailed over your naked body. “What do you want my sweet Baz?” You asked.
His eyes snapped up to yours a hint of mischief behind them. “I want to fuck your pretty pussy while Hazzy boy takes you in the ass so i can feel him inside of you,” He told you.
His words went straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.
“Fuck harry,” Harrison groaned. You knew then and there you would give into that, anything for your boys.
“Where do you want me?” You purred, pushing yourself up.
Harry shuffled to the end of the bed spreading his legs apart, “Come ride me,” He told you, motioning for you to straddle him. You moved down the bed, letting him help you as you threw your leg over his, hovering over his aching cock.
“Love when you ride my cock,” He whispered, running a finger through your folds. “Love it when I can feel him hitting me from the other side,” He admitted.
You let out a moan at his admission letting yourself sink down onto him in one swift motion, “Fuck,” You gasped as he held your hips still.
Harrison’s chest pressed against yours, letting a kiss fall to your shoulder before his hand was sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass. He dipped his fingers between your cheeks nudging your hole gently until you let out a whimper. “I fucking love that you love this,” Harrison chuckled. You heard the snap of the lube opening before you felt the wetness on his fingers, slowly pushing into you and working you for himself.
You glanced over your shoulder at him just in time to see him fisting himself, coating his dick in a generous amount of the lube. “Ready?” He asked, before capturing your lips in a rough kiss.
“Please,” you pleaded. He moved the fingers he had been working in and out of your hole before replacing them with the head of his dick, pushing into you slowly. You let out a groan of pleasure from the stretch before his hips finally stilled against your ass.
“So fucking tight,” He groaned sinking his teeth into your shoulder. They both stayed still inside of you, waiting for the go ahead from you to move.
“Move please,” You begged.
Like magic the two of them began thrusting in and out of you, reaching so deep inside of you, you thought you might rip in half.
“Fuck Haz,” Harry groaned. “Can feel you,” he told him.
A chuckle left Harrison’s mouth as he reached over, wrapping his hand around the base of Harry's cock.
“Fuck,” You moaned out at the sight, you threw your head back onto Harrison’s shoulder.
You could feel your release threatening to explode inside you as they pounded into your holes. “Harry, Haz, Fuck.. oh God!” You cried out as you clenched down onto them, milking their own releases which they gave you, each with a loud cry of your name.
Once both of them had stilled inside you you let your head drop to Harry's shoulder, completely spent. Harrison placed a kiss against your unsheathing himself from inside of you. You let out a groan at the loss of his chest's warmth against your back.
“Going to run you a bath baby,” He whispered, kissing your temple, leaving you and Harry by yourselves, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you.
“Hey,” He whispered, pulling your face up against his, resting your foreheads together.
“Hmm?” You hummed out, words evading you.
“You know I love you, Yeah?” he asked, making you smile.
“I love you too,” Yo whispered, pressing your lips to his.
“Baths ready!” Harrison shouted from his bathroom.
“Lets go get our princess cleaned up,” Harry said standing up with you still connected and walking you towards the bathroom.
You were one lucky fucking duck.
A/n: I'm pretty sure this was the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but I can't bring myself to apologize 😈
