Holland's & Harrison Imagines

No Questions Asked (H.O)

Harrison Osterfield x Reader 

Summary: It was just supposed to be another stupid bet, a stupid bet you intended to win .

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With one final swig of your drink you positioned yourself in front of the table, smirking at the boy who was watching eagerly at the other end for you to take your shot. The music pulsated throughout your entire body, spurring you on more than any of the members of the small crowd that had formed around you ever could and you giggled at the tension in the air.

You and Harrison had made a bet before you left the apartment that day, if you could beat him at any game that they played then he would have to do anything you wanted with no questions asked and he couldn't say no. Of course, if you didn't beat him at anything then you would have to do whatever he wanted and seeing as the both of you had a tendency to be slightly over competitive, you'd been playing every single game you had come across all day.

Pool, air hockey, table tennis – literally anything you walked past, you had to try and so far, you hadn't won a single game. That was how you found yourself standing at the head of the beer pong table at one of your friends parties in a last minute, desperate attempt to win at something.

You knew the odds weren't in your favour, you had frequently found Harrison practicing this particular party trick with tea bags in his apartment when he thought he was home alone, but you had to try. You couldn't even begin to imagine the stuff Harrison would make you do if he got the chance.

So, with one last look at Harrison's all too serious face, you took your final shot – the shot that determined if you won or lost the bet.

Harrison didn't even try to hide the smile that stretched across his face as he watched you begin to jump up and down in excitement when your ball jumped into his cup. Seeing you so happy, so unbelievably excited at having won the game was worth the humiliation you would probably inflict on him later on. You all but bounced up to his side after getting over the initial shock of winning the game and held the cup up for him to drink with a smug smile on your lips.

Harrison took the cup and chugged the contents of it quickly, laughing when the people surrounding them cheered before dispersing once the game was officially declared over. You didn't move from your place in front of him though, you only beamed up at him as he sighed and asked you what you wanted him to do first.

"Dance with me," You stated simply and grabbed his hand to pull him to the swarms of other sweaty bodies who were moving to the beat of the music.

"I know I'm not supposed to ask questions but why are we dancing?" He called out to you over the music, having to lean in close so the words would reach your ears.

"I'm celebrating," With that you flung your hands in the air and let go of everything. You could feel the buzz off the drinks you had been downing all night running through your veins with every movement you made, and, in that moment, you felt so alive and free; you didn't have a care in the world.

It wasn't long before Harrison's hands found their way to your body, resting on your hips and moving all over you as you moved to the beat. It was strange how normal this felt, he couldn't help but think and wondered if you were thinking the same thing (though he doubted it since you didn't seem to be thinking about anything in that moment) because your relationship with Harrison had never been more than a platonic friendship. You teased each other and made stupid bets and always had a good time together but neither of you had ever really shown a romantic interest in each other.

Perhaps that was why the sparks that erupted over your body wherever Harrison touched surprised you so much, or why you found yourself leaning into him as you danced so you were basically chest-to-chest as you moved, because what you were feeling wasn't familiar, but it was exciting, and you wanted more of it.

With the only thoughts on your mind of Harrison's hands on your body and the sparks they ignited everywhere they touched, you found your arms draped over his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you. Your breath, fast and uneven, tickled his neck and made Harrison shudder and you couldn't help the smile that danced on your lips as he pressed you more firmly against him, moving his hips against yours in a way that only made you want him more.

"Harrison," You muttered into his ear softly, knowing he could hear you even over the beat of the music, "Kiss me, no questions asked."

Harrison didn't need to be told twice. He pulled you impossibly closer to him and held your face with one hand, cupping your jaw as he pulled your lips to meet his. You sank into the kiss and wrapped your arms more tightly around his shoulders as you both tried to melt into each other. A moan slipped past your lips as he began trailing kisses down from your jaw to your neck and immediately you realised just how many people were around you.

You pulled away from Harrison gently, not missing the look of puppy-like confusion that immediately went to his face as you took his hand and led him to one corner of the room where it was more secluded. He caught on straight away and a smirk graced his lips as he pressed you against the wall and began ravaging your lips once more. Your hands trailed down his chest slowly, feeling every muscle tense at your movements before you slipped your hand under his shirt, so you could feel his skin on yours.

Harrison groaned and jerked his hips against you, so you could feel his arousal in the bulge of his pants, making you gasp softly. You couldn't remember a time where anyone had ever made you feel like this before and you loved it. You loved the surge of excitement that shot through you whenever Harrison moved his hands over you and the way he muttered your name as he kissed your skin over and over again.

Never had you wanted to be in a room alone with someone so desperately so you were more than relieved when Harrison began dragging you through the house and out of the front door, mumbling about how he wanted to lose bets to you more often for the entirety of the walk back home.