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[grapejuicenharry]

Harry Styles Fic Recs December

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Hello everyone! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I thought I would put out a masterlist of some fics I've read recently, and I will update more throughout the month, also! Please reblog and comment xx

(if any links don't work, please let me know also!)

One Shots:

Campout in the Woods - best friend!harry x y/n - @harryhitties

“Enigma” - @heartateasee

dress to impress - @jezebelblues

Like You Mean It - @gucciforasushirestaurant

harry x youtuber/influencer!reader - @erodasfishtacos

Baby, We're Fireproof - @0oolookitsme

i love you, i'm sorry - @sweetcherryharry

SECRET OFFICE RENDEZVOUZ - @watchmegetobsessed

Rain Rain - @lemoncrushh

everything with you - @finelinefae

pleasing - @moonchildstyles

best i’ve ever had - @hsunrry

take it as a compliment - @coucouatoi

so not cool - @jezebelblues

ROOM 221 - @finelinenina

just friends - @finelinenina

fairy lights - @hsunrry

my misses - @harrysmimi

Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me - @lemoncrushh

Series:

Made to be by @1d1195

Angel by @grapejuicenharry

[grapejuicenharry]

Based on this request.

warnings: body image struggles, plus size Y/N, h being a caring bf, smut, eating out.

a/n: I hope anyone reading this knows you’re beautiful, you’re enough, and so damn worthy of love. I love you!

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ YN stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Today, she and Harry were supposed to go to the beach, just steps away from the villa where they were staying. Harry had just finished his grueling tour, and after months and months of nonstop traveling, they both deserved a break. Though Y/N loved being by his side, supporting him city after city, it had been exhausting. Early flights at ungodly hours, constant hotel stays, meeting fans, and late nights had all taken a toll. Somewhere in the midst of it all, she had gained weight.

She had never had a model's figure. Long, sleek legs, a tiny waist, and a perfect zero-figure weren't part of her reality, and she'd been okay with that. Harry loved her just as she was, and most of the time, she felt the same. But being in a relationship with someone in the public eye—a celebrity surrounded by people who looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine—had its challenges.

Early on in their relationship, her insecurities had been nearly crippling. She would question why Harry, of all people, had chosen her when he could easily have been with a Victoria's Secret model. She'd dreaded date nights that called for tight dresses, knowing paparazzi would be lurking, ready to snap pictures that would fuel online trolls. The cruel comments about her curves, dips, and imperfections had, at times, driven her to delete social media entirely. It drained her, chipped away at her confidence.

Through it all, Harry had been her rock. He was unwavering in his reassurance, always reminding her that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He loved every inch of her—her stretch marks, her soft tummy, her thick thighs. The very things she'd once loathed, he cherished. He'd tell her over and over that the people behind the screens didn't matter, their words nothing but venom from people who didn't know her. To prove his point, Harry had deleted his own social media accounts, wanting to shield her from the negativity.

With time, therapy, and Harry's love and support, Y/N had begun to heal. She learned to love her body—her curves, her softness, the parts of her that made her unique. She started embracing her style, wearing figure-hugging dresses that made her feel powerful, slipping into bikinis at the beach just to see Harry's jaw drop. She even found herself smiling at her stretch marks, loving the way Harry would trace them with his fingers or kiss them as if they were works of art.

But today, as she stared at herself in her favorite blue bikini, those old doubts crept back in. She noticed the weight she'd gained—the way her fuller breasts sagged slightly in the top, how the stretch marks on her stomach seemed more pronounced, and the cellulite on her thighs more noticeable. Tears prickled in her eyes as she struggled to see the beauty Harry always claimed to see. Rationally, she knew these weren't flaws; they were simply parts of her. But in this moment, she wished she could make them all disappear.

“Love, you ready—?” Harry emerged, clad in his dark green bottoms. His face immediately frowning at the sight of her.

“Baby? What happened? Have you been crying?” He asks her, concern lacing his voice. 

She simply shakes her head while her eyes blurring with unshed tears. She didn’t want him to see her like this. 

Harry’s brow furrowed in concern as he crossed the room quickly. His large hand cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on.” He demanded softly, concern lacing his voice. 

Y/N simply shook her head again, trying to look away, but Harry wouldn’t let her. His thumb brushed away the tears that spilled over, his eyes boring into hers. “Talk to me, baby. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered gently, pressing a kiss on her forehead. 

“It’s nothing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Bullshit,” His response was immediate, but his tone gentle. He glanced down at her body, his hands sliding down from her face to rest on her waist. “Is this about you in that bikini?” He guessed, and the way her eyes widened slightly gave her away. 

“I just… don’t feel good in it, okay? I’ve gained weight, and I don’t—“ Her voice cracked, and she turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just don’t feel like… me anymore.”

Harry let out a long breath before coming behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Pulling her flush against her chest. “Baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Do you even know what I see when I look at you?”

She sniffled, shaking her head, unable to find words to reply. 

“I see the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my fucking eyes on,” He said, “I see the woman who drives me crazy every time she walks in a room. I see my woman. And you in this bikini?” He chuckled softly, his hands moving to rest on her hips. “You look so fucking good, it hurts. You think I’d let you go out in this without keeping my hands on you the whole damn time?” 

Y/N laughed weakly despite herself, her head falling back against his shoulder. “You don’t mean that,” she murmured. 

Harry turned her gently so she was facing him, his hands gently cupping her cheeks as his thumb stroked against her soft skin. “I do mean it. Every word. And if you’re thinking for one second that you’re not good enough, I swear to God, baby, I’ll spend all day proving you wrong.” 

Her cheeks flushed at the way his eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze making her shy and blush. “Harry…”

“No, don’t ‘Harry’ me.” His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips before pulling back just enough to speak. “You’re mine, Y/N. Every inch of you. Every stretch mark, every curve, every little thing you think is a flaw? It’s mine, and I fucking love it.” 

Her heart swelled at his words. How could he love her so much? How had she gotten so lucky? He always seemed to know the right things to say, and this was exactly what she needed to hear from him. All of her insecurities slowly washed away.

“I love you,” she whispered before wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him tight.

He held her just as fiercely, one hand cradling her head and the other gripping her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. 

“And I love you more, always,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her temple. Pulling back slightly, he gave a cheeky grin. “Now, are we gonna hit the beach, or do I need to spend the next few hours worshipping you here in this bikini until you see what I see?”

Her cheeks burned as she smacked his chest lightly, “Harry!” 

He just laughed, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. “You decide, baby. Either way, I’m not letting you go.”

Harry still remembers the first time he saw Y/N. She was standing in the front row at his concert, laughing and dancing with her friends. That pink, deep-neck top and sparkly mini skirt she wore had him hooked from the second his eyes landed on her. But it wasn't just her outfit—it was the way she carried herself, completely carefree, singing his lyrics that left him breathless. 

His gaze kept slipping back to her. Those thick, plush thighs, her curves that seemed to demand his attention, and those damn red lips. He never wanted to taste anything more in his life. Every time she twirled, her skirt would ride up just slightly, teasing him, and it took every ounce of control not to let his thoughts wander further. She had his undivided attention for the entire night, and she didn't even know it.

For the entire concert, his gaze kept slipping back to her. Looking at her swaying her hips and laughing without a care in the world. Even as he moved across the stage, his body gravitated toward her side. He wanted to make sure she was still there, still singing, still having the time of her life. By the end of the concert, he’d nearly forgotten there was anyone else in the crowd.

He didn’t waste any seconds before asking the security to bring her backstage. When she walked into that room, radiating that same infectious energy, he was gone. 

The moment she smiled at him, her voice like honey as she greeted him, Harry knew she was it for him.

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The weather outside was perfect—a pleasant warmth filled the air, the sun shone brightly behind warm clouds, and the water was the ideal temperature. Summertime in Italy was Y/N and Harry’s favorite escape, their little getaway from the chaos of city life. 

They’d spent the last hour in the water, swimming and enjoying the water, though she was trying to swim while Harry found every excuse to keep his hands on her. Sue him; he couldn’t help himself. The sight of her in that tiny bikini hugging her wet body had driven him completely insane. 

After a while, Y/N was ready for a break. Tired from swimming, she decided to stretch out on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun and getting a tan. She perched her sunglasses on her nose, reclining in the chair to let the warmth kiss her skin. While Harry stayed in the water, enjoying himself. 

As she settled in, she noticed a group of girls nearby. They kept glancing her way—or, more likely, Harry’s—and whispering amongst themselves. She tried not to let it get to her, shaking off the usual self-conscious thoughts about her body. Instead she sank herself deeper into the chair, enjoying the sun. 

 ༘ ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚                                                           

“You know,” Harry murmured, leaning in close enough for his lips to brush her ear, “you look absolutely breathtaking right now.” 

Y/N shot him a skeptical look, though her cheeks warmed at his tone. “Harry, you’ve said that like ten times today.” 

“And I’ll say it ten more,” he replied, his hand sliding down from her arm to rest on her bare thigh. His touch was slow and deliberate. He gave her skin a gentle squeeze; she felt her breath hitch. 

“Harry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

“If we weren’t in public right now…” He mutters, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. 

“You can’t just say things like that.” She shot him a look, half warning and half amused. She glanced around nervously, though no one seemed to be paying them much attention. 

“Oh, I can,” he replied, smirking as he leaned in closer, biting her ear. “And if we weren’t surrounded by all these people, I’d show you exactly how good you look in this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me, love.”

Y/N felt heat rush to her face, her cheeks burning under his words. She tried to maintain her composure, but at the rate her panties were getting damp, it was getting impossible. “You’re the worst,” she muttered, trying to bite back a smile. She sipped her piña colada, hoping the cool drink would help with the heat burning in her belly. 

“Am I?” He asked, his eyes glistening with mischief. “Guess you’ll just have to punish me later, yeah?” 

She shook her head at his words, laughing despite herself, and tried to swat his hand away. 

“Come on, let’s head back to the villa. I’ve had enough of sharing you with the rest of the world.” He said, standing and pulling her up with him. 

“Harry, we still have drinks—“ 

“They’ll be here tomorrow,” he interrupted. “Right now, I need you all to myself.” 

By the time they made it back to the villa, the tension was still thick between them. Harry wasted no time pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss. Both of them rushing to tear each other’s clothes. His hand slid across her back, untying her bikini while he trailed kisses down her throat. “Fucking insane, your body is fucking insane.” He murmured between the kisses; he dropped to his knees while tugging her panties down, and his palm massaged the plush, soft skin of her tummy. “This, this belongs to me, baby.” He looked in her eye while teasing her. “And this perfect pussy...” He whispered before licking a long strip of her slit. “All mine.” 

Harry groaned against her skin, his breath fanning over her inner thighs as he gripped her hips, pulling her closer to his mouth. “You think for a second I don’t love every inch of you? These curves, these thighs, these marks—every bit of it is mine to worship,” he growled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her stretch-marked hips. 

Y/N’s breath hitched as she tried to twist away, her insecurities bubbling up, but he tightened his grip, “Don’t you dare, love,” he rasped, his eyes flicking up to hers. “You don’t hide from me. You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t breathe.” 

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a mix of vulnerability and overwhelming affection. "Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I just... I don't always feel like that. Not when I-"

He cut her off with a kiss pressed to the soft skin of her inner thigh, his lips lingering as if to silence her doubts.

"Then let me show you," he said firmly. "Let me prove it to you, baby. Every single day if I have to."

Her walls slowly crumbled, and she nodded, her fingers tangling in his curls as he returned his attention to her center. His tongue parted her folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. He kept licking her pussy while alternating pressing kisses along her inner thigh, sucking the soft skin, while taking her bud in his mouth, making her gasp loudly. “These thighs,” he murmured. Y/N could barely hear him as he was squished between her thighs, his voice muffled. “Drive me fucking wild, baby. I love feeling them around my head. Show me again, yeah?” 

She moaned as he dove back in, his tongue parting her folds, his own moans vibrating against her core. "Harry," she gasped, her voice breaking, "oh my God, that feels so good. Don't stop."

"Not planning to, baby," he murmured, between licking and sucking. His hands kneading the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled her ever closer. "You taste so fucking good. So perfect."

Her hand found his curls as she tugged on them when the pressure in her belly increased. Her legs shook as he worked her closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby,” he said, pulling back just enough to bite softly in her inner thigh, “Let me hear you; let me see how much you love this.” 

When she finally shattered, crying out his name, Harry stood, his lips slick and wet from her arousal. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, knowing she was still coming down from her orgasm. Hovering over her, his lips met hers again, slow and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You don't get to doubt yourself," he whispered, his hands skimming down her body, mapping every dip, every curve. "Not when I'm here to remind you exactly how fucking stunning you are." His mouth moved lower, taking his time, worshiping every inch of her, his voice a steady stream of praises against her skin. "This body is mine to worship. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

His lips wrapped around her nipple, his hand caressing her hip as he aligned himself with her, whispering against her chest, "Gonna show you how much I love every inch of you, baby. Over and over again."

[grapejuicenharry]

hi! are you writing more for angel in the future? i love it!!

hope your doing well 💝

hii, I’m doing well, thank you 💕 And yes I will be writing more blurbs for angel in the future (i love them too much) not sure about more parts tho :( if u have any ideas send them my way!!!

[grapejuicenharry]

Based on this request.

warnings: body image struggles, plus size Y/N, h being a caring bf, smut, eating out.

a/n: I hope anyone reading this knows you’re beautiful, you’re enough, and so damn worthy of love. I love you!

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ YN stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Today, she and Harry were supposed to go to the beach, just steps away from the villa where they were staying. Harry had just finished his grueling tour, and after months and months of nonstop traveling, they both deserved a break. Though Y/N loved being by his side, supporting him city after city, it had been exhausting. Early flights at ungodly hours, constant hotel stays, meeting fans, and late nights had all taken a toll. Somewhere in the midst of it all, she had gained weight.

She had never had a model's figure. Long, sleek legs, a tiny waist, and a perfect zero-figure weren't part of her reality, and she'd been okay with that. Harry loved her just as she was, and most of the time, she felt the same. But being in a relationship with someone in the public eye—a celebrity surrounded by people who looked like they'd stepped out of a magazine—had its challenges.

Early on in their relationship, her insecurities had been nearly crippling. She would question why Harry, of all people, had chosen her when he could easily have been with a Victoria's Secret model. She'd dreaded date nights that called for tight dresses, knowing paparazzi would be lurking, ready to snap pictures that would fuel online trolls. The cruel comments about her curves, dips, and imperfections had, at times, driven her to delete social media entirely. It drained her, chipped away at her confidence.

Through it all, Harry had been her rock. He was unwavering in his reassurance, always reminding her that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He loved every inch of her—her stretch marks, her soft tummy, her thick thighs. The very things she'd once loathed, he cherished. He'd tell her over and over that the people behind the screens didn't matter, their words nothing but venom from people who didn't know her. To prove his point, Harry had deleted his own social media accounts, wanting to shield her from the negativity.

With time, therapy, and Harry's love and support, Y/N had begun to heal. She learned to love her body—her curves, her softness, the parts of her that made her unique. She started embracing her style, wearing figure-hugging dresses that made her feel powerful, slipping into bikinis at the beach just to see Harry's jaw drop. She even found herself smiling at her stretch marks, loving the way Harry would trace them with his fingers or kiss them as if they were works of art.

But today, as she stared at herself in her favorite blue bikini, those old doubts crept back in. She noticed the weight she'd gained—the way her fuller breasts sagged slightly in the top, how the stretch marks on her stomach seemed more pronounced, and the cellulite on her thighs more noticeable. Tears prickled in her eyes as she struggled to see the beauty Harry always claimed to see. Rationally, she knew these weren't flaws; they were simply parts of her. But in this moment, she wished she could make them all disappear.

“Love, you ready—?” Harry emerged, clad in his dark green bottoms. His face immediately frowning at the sight of her.

“Baby? What happened? Have you been crying?” He asks her, concern lacing his voice. 

She simply shakes her head while her eyes blurring with unshed tears. She didn’t want him to see her like this. 

Harry’s brow furrowed in concern as he crossed the room quickly. His large hand cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on.” He demanded softly, concern lacing his voice. 

Y/N simply shook her head again, trying to look away, but Harry wouldn’t let her. His thumb brushed away the tears that spilled over, his eyes boring into hers. “Talk to me, baby. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered gently, pressing a kiss on her forehead. 

“It’s nothing,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Bullshit,” His response was immediate, but his tone gentle. He glanced down at her body, his hands sliding down from her face to rest on her waist. “Is this about you in that bikini?” He guessed, and the way her eyes widened slightly gave her away. 

“I just… don’t feel good in it, okay? I’ve gained weight, and I don’t—“ Her voice cracked, and she turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just don’t feel like… me anymore.”

Harry let out a long breath before coming behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Pulling her flush against her chest. “Baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Do you even know what I see when I look at you?”

She sniffled, shaking her head, unable to find words to reply. 

“I see the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my fucking eyes on,” He said, “I see the woman who drives me crazy every time she walks in a room. I see my woman. And you in this bikini?” He chuckled softly, his hands moving to rest on her hips. “You look so fucking good, it hurts. You think I’d let you go out in this without keeping my hands on you the whole damn time?” 

Y/N laughed weakly despite herself, her head falling back against his shoulder. “You don’t mean that,” she murmured. 

Harry turned her gently so she was facing him, his hands gently cupping her cheeks as his thumb stroked against her soft skin. “I do mean it. Every word. And if you’re thinking for one second that you’re not good enough, I swear to God, baby, I’ll spend all day proving you wrong.” 

Her cheeks flushed at the way his eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze making her shy and blush. “Harry…”

“No, don’t ‘Harry’ me.” His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned down, brushing a kiss to her lips before pulling back just enough to speak. “You’re mine, Y/N. Every inch of you. Every stretch mark, every curve, every little thing you think is a flaw? It’s mine, and I fucking love it.” 

Her heart swelled at his words. How could he love her so much? How had she gotten so lucky? He always seemed to know the right things to say, and this was exactly what she needed to hear from him. All of her insecurities slowly washed away.

“I love you,” she whispered before wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him tight.

He held her just as fiercely, one hand cradling her head and the other gripping her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. 

“And I love you more, always,” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her temple. Pulling back slightly, he gave a cheeky grin. “Now, are we gonna hit the beach, or do I need to spend the next few hours worshipping you here in this bikini until you see what I see?”

Her cheeks burned as she smacked his chest lightly, “Harry!” 

He just laughed, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. “You decide, baby. Either way, I’m not letting you go.”

Harry still remembers the first time he saw Y/N. She was standing in the front row at his concert, laughing and dancing with her friends. That pink, deep-neck top and sparkly mini skirt she wore had him hooked from the second his eyes landed on her. But it wasn't just her outfit—it was the way she carried herself, completely carefree, singing his lyrics that left him breathless. 

His gaze kept slipping back to her. Those thick, plush thighs, her curves that seemed to demand his attention, and those damn red lips. He never wanted to taste anything more in his life. Every time she twirled, her skirt would ride up just slightly, teasing him, and it took every ounce of control not to let his thoughts wander further. She had his undivided attention for the entire night, and she didn't even know it.

For the entire concert, his gaze kept slipping back to her. Looking at her swaying her hips and laughing without a care in the world. Even as he moved across the stage, his body gravitated toward her side. He wanted to make sure she was still there, still singing, still having the time of her life. By the end of the concert, he’d nearly forgotten there was anyone else in the crowd.

He didn’t waste any seconds before asking the security to bring her backstage. When she walked into that room, radiating that same infectious energy, he was gone. 

The moment she smiled at him, her voice like honey as she greeted him, Harry knew she was it for him.

  ༘ ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚                                                                

The weather outside was perfect—a pleasant warmth filled the air, the sun shone brightly behind warm clouds, and the water was the ideal temperature. Summertime in Italy was Y/N and Harry’s favorite escape, their little getaway from the chaos of city life. 

They’d spent the last hour in the water, swimming and enjoying the water, though she was trying to swim while Harry found every excuse to keep his hands on her. Sue him; he couldn’t help himself. The sight of her in that tiny bikini hugging her wet body had driven him completely insane. 

After a while, Y/N was ready for a break. Tired from swimming, she decided to stretch out on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun and getting a tan. She perched her sunglasses on her nose, reclining in the chair to let the warmth kiss her skin. While Harry stayed in the water, enjoying himself. 

As she settled in, she noticed a group of girls nearby. They kept glancing her way—or, more likely, Harry’s—and whispering amongst themselves. She tried not to let it get to her, shaking off the usual self-conscious thoughts about her body. Instead she sank herself deeper into the chair, enjoying the sun. 

 ༘ ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚                                                           

“You know,” Harry murmured, leaning in close enough for his lips to brush her ear, “you look absolutely breathtaking right now.” 

Y/N shot him a skeptical look, though her cheeks warmed at his tone. “Harry, you’ve said that like ten times today.” 

“And I’ll say it ten more,” he replied, his hand sliding down from her arm to rest on her bare thigh. His touch was slow and deliberate. He gave her skin a gentle squeeze; she felt her breath hitch. 

“Harry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

“If we weren’t in public right now…” He mutters, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin. 

“You can’t just say things like that.” She shot him a look, half warning and half amused. She glanced around nervously, though no one seemed to be paying them much attention. 

“Oh, I can,” he replied, smirking as he leaned in closer, biting her ear. “And if we weren’t surrounded by all these people, I’d show you exactly how good you look in this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me, love.”

Y/N felt heat rush to her face, her cheeks burning under his words. She tried to maintain her composure, but at the rate her panties were getting damp, it was getting impossible. “You’re the worst,” she muttered, trying to bite back a smile. She sipped her piña colada, hoping the cool drink would help with the heat burning in her belly. 

“Am I?” He asked, his eyes glistening with mischief. “Guess you’ll just have to punish me later, yeah?” 

She shook her head at his words, laughing despite herself, and tried to swat his hand away. 

“Come on, let’s head back to the villa. I’ve had enough of sharing you with the rest of the world.” He said, standing and pulling her up with him. 

“Harry, we still have drinks—“ 

“They’ll be here tomorrow,” he interrupted. “Right now, I need you all to myself.” 

By the time they made it back to the villa, the tension was still thick between them. Harry wasted no time pulling her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss. Both of them rushing to tear each other’s clothes. His hand slid across her back, untying her bikini while he trailed kisses down her throat. “Fucking insane, your body is fucking insane.” He murmured between the kisses; he dropped to his knees while tugging her panties down, and his palm massaged the plush, soft skin of her tummy. “This, this belongs to me, baby.” He looked in her eye while teasing her. “And this perfect pussy...” He whispered before licking a long strip of her slit. “All mine.” 

Harry groaned against her skin, his breath fanning over her inner thighs as he gripped her hips, pulling her closer to his mouth. “You think for a second I don’t love every inch of you? These curves, these thighs, these marks—every bit of it is mine to worship,” he growled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her stretch-marked hips. 

Y/N’s breath hitched as she tried to twist away, her insecurities bubbling up, but he tightened his grip, “Don’t you dare, love,” he rasped, his eyes flicking up to hers. “You don’t hide from me. You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t breathe.” 

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a mix of vulnerability and overwhelming affection. "Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I just... I don't always feel like that. Not when I-"

He cut her off with a kiss pressed to the soft skin of her inner thigh, his lips lingering as if to silence her doubts.

"Then let me show you," he said firmly. "Let me prove it to you, baby. Every single day if I have to."

Her walls slowly crumbled, and she nodded, her fingers tangling in his curls as he returned his attention to her center. His tongue parted her folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. He kept licking her pussy while alternating pressing kisses along her inner thigh, sucking the soft skin, while taking her bud in his mouth, making her gasp loudly. “These thighs,” he murmured. Y/N could barely hear him as he was squished between her thighs, his voice muffled. “Drive me fucking wild, baby. I love feeling them around my head. Show me again, yeah?” 

She moaned as he dove back in, his tongue parting her folds, his own moans vibrating against her core. "Harry," she gasped, her voice breaking, "oh my God, that feels so good. Don't stop."

"Not planning to, baby," he murmured, between licking and sucking. His hands kneading the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled her ever closer. "You taste so fucking good. So perfect."

Her hand found his curls as she tugged on them when the pressure in her belly increased. Her legs shook as he worked her closer to the edge. “That’s it, baby,” he said, pulling back just enough to bite softly in her inner thigh, “Let me hear you; let me see how much you love this.” 

When she finally shattered, crying out his name, Harry stood, his lips slick and wet from her arousal. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently, knowing she was still coming down from her orgasm. Hovering over her, his lips met hers again, slow and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You don't get to doubt yourself," he whispered, his hands skimming down her body, mapping every dip, every curve. "Not when I'm here to remind you exactly how fucking stunning you are." His mouth moved lower, taking his time, worshiping every inch of her, his voice a steady stream of praises against her skin. "This body is mine to worship. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

His lips wrapped around her nipple, his hand caressing her hip as he aligned himself with her, whispering against her chest, "Gonna show you how much I love every inch of you, baby. Over and over again."

[grapejuicenharry]

Masterlist

Helloo!!! All my writings are here. I will be updating as I write more. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Series:

Angel

In which Harry and Y/N are best friends except—they have feelings for each other.

One shots:

Where Harry is a rich business man and Y/N helps him destress

warnings: blowjob, smut, 18+, kissing.

Where Harry is late for a date so you walk home alone.

warnings: angst with a happy ending (sorry I couldn’t leave them like this!)

Harry fucks Y/N on the kitchen counter (daddy kink)

warnings: smut, 18+, eating out, fingering.

[grapejuicenharry]

thank u so much for reading, love ❤️

Angel (blurb)

Harry helps Y/N revise for her exams—except he rewards her for every right answer.

warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, fluff, slight dom h, cock warming.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Y/N had no mood to study today. Finals were looming, and she knew she should be buried in her notes, highlighting lines and revising answers. But all she wanted was to crawl under Harry's blankets and watch her favorite TV show-the one she'd been binging all week. She'd promised herself she'd only rest for a bit, just to recharge. After all, Harry had been kind enough to offer his place to help her revise, even if he'd insisted, with his ever-serious tone, "After 8 p.m.sharp, no excuses. We're studying."

And yet here she was, curled up on his bed, remote in hand, shamelessly ignoring the ticking clock. The rain tapping on the windows only added to her laziness, the overcast weather making it impossible to do anything productive. Harry, of course, was the complete opposite. He sat at his desk like a saint, head bent over his books, glasses perched on his nose, and jaw tight with focus.

God, he was handsome when he was like this-serious, nerdy, and entirely unattainable. But she didn't want him to be unattainable right now. She wanted him to be hers. All hers. She wanted his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention solely on her. Y/N groaned; she knew she was being a spoiled brat, but she couldn't help it.

Was it her fault her boyfriend was hot 24/7? She wanted to sit in his lap, trace her fingers over his jawline, and press kisses all over his stupidly perfect face. Hell, she wanted to jump his bones right now.

Earlier, Harry had caved for a little while, brushing off her pouty demands with a kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. She'd gotten thirty glorious minutes of his undivided attention. Thirty minutes of his hands tangling in her hair, lips soft against hers, and his deep chuckles every time she whined for more. And it still hadn't been enough.

Now, his stern voice snapped her out of her haze. "C'mere, baby," he called from the study, where he was still sitting. "Time's up. You gotta study."

Instead of answering, YN pulled the blanket over her head, huffing under the covers. She hated studying. The very thought made her chest tighten, especially knowing she'd just hit the suspenseful part of her show. There was no way she was leaving this cocoon of comfort.

The next thing she heard was the creak of his chair and the soft pad of his feet on the floor. Before she could stop him, Harry was lifting the covers and peeking under. "Seriously?" he muttered, eyebrows raised at the sight of her pouting face. "C'mon."

He didn't give her a choice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Harry—!" she whined, squirming in protest, but her words died the second he swatted her ass—a light, playful spank that had heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Nice try, baby," he teased, gently placing her on the chair at his desk. She crossed her arms, lips jutting out as she sulked.

"How about this?" he said, crouching down in front of her, brushing her messy curls back from her face and securing them with a clip. "You study, and for every question you get right, I'll reward you."

Her ears perked up. "Reward me? Like... how?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. Was he talking about snacks? Chocolates? Maybe one of the cute plushies she liked to collect? Her excitement bubbled under the surface, and a grin formed on her lips.

Harry smirked, standing up and leaning close to her ear. "I'll reward you with kisses, baby. Maybe more, if you do really well." His voice was low and playful, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's breath hitched. Oh, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been watching her all day, she realized — noticing how clingy she'd been, her endless kisses, random hugs, and all the ways she tried to get closer to him. And while he adored how clingy and needy she got, always seeking his touch or sneaking in little kisses when he least expected, Harry knew he had to control himself. She had finals to study for, and as much as he loved spoiling his girl, he couldn't let her slack off-not when he knew how hard she'd be on herself if she didn't do well. He had to be the responsible one, even if it meant being a little strict with her. Besides, if keeping her focused meant rewarding his sweet girl with kisses, he wasn't exactly complaining.

Her eyes sparkled, determination bubbling to the surface now. "Okay," she said quickly, biting her lip. "I'll do it."

Harry chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her. His white T-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his arms. And those damn gray sweatpants... they should have been illegal. Add the round glasses perched on his nose and the wild curls she loved to tug on. Y/N was barely holding herself together.

Is this normal? she thought, her eyes raking over him. Am I ovulating? Is it hormones? Or am I just obsessed?

Y/N didn't realize she'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes, chewing absentmindedly on the end of her pen.

The way his brow furrowed as he concentrated, the way his lips pressed together when he was focused-it was impossible not to get distracted. When his sharp green eyes suddenly caught hers, she froze, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks burned as she cleared her throat and quickly looked down at her notes, pretending to be engrossed.

For the next forty minutes, she tried — really tried-to stay focused. But after thirty minutes, she gave up. No matter how many times she reread the same lines, her attention kept drifting. Her eyes found their way to his hands: veiny, tattooed, and frustratingly perfect. She watched the way his fingers gripped the pen, the way his knuckles flexed when he scribbled down something in his notebook. All she could think about was how much she wanted those fingers on her, tracing her skin, making her forget about every damn word in her notes.

Her brain had officially shut down. She slammed her notebook shut with a huff. "I'm done," she murmured, barely meeting his gaze. "You can ask me questions now."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, she whined softly, "But at least come closer. I wanna be close to you."

He shook his head with a fond smile, reaching over to pull her chair until it bumped against his. Their knees touched, sending a jolt of warmth through her. "Better?" he asked, his voice teasing. She nodded, her curls bouncing as she tried to steady her breathing. "Yeah... better."

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently, tilting his head as he studied her.

"You can take more time, baby. I don't mind." His tone was soft, but there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He knew her too well. He'd noticed the exact moment her thoughts had started drifting. And as much as he wished he could crawl into her mind to know what had distracted her so much, he had a pretty good idea.

Y/N nodded quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Truthfully, this felt so much harder than her actual exams-because it was him. Because she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her, give her little kisses. She prayed he'd only ask her questions from the topics she actually remembered.

Harry's lips quirked up as he flipped through her notes. "Alright, then. Let's start easy. What's the function of the myelin sheath in neurons?"

Her heart raced as she scrambled for the answer. "To... um, to speed up the transmission of electrical impulses," she said, her voice slightly shaky. A proud smile spread across Harry's face. "Correct. Good job, baby."

Before she could process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was meant to be a quick peck, a little reward, but the second his warm lips met hers, Y/N couldn't help herself. Her hand shot up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in her belly; all she could feel was him-his lips moving perfectly against hers, his steadying hand on her chair, the vibration in his chest when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She thought she might actually combust. But just as quickly as it started, Harry pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.

Y/N blinked up at him, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her eyes hooded with longing. He tried to keep his composure, but the soft pink tint on his cheeks betrayed him. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "There's still a test, remember?"

Her brain was all muddled and gooey with just one kiss. She wondered how she was gonna answer him more. His lips were the only thing in her mind right now.

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Harry asked her a few more questions, his voice low and teasing as he watched her squirm in his lap. To his surprise, she answered most of them correctly, earning her soft, lingering rewards that left her trembling. When she got one wrong, she'd pout adorably, her lips jutting out in frustration, and he'd chuckle, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing it away.

Now, she was perched on his lap, her T-shirt long forgotten on the floor. Only her bra and tiny shorts remained, but they felt like a mere barrier to the heat between them. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air thick with tension. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes hooded as they met his. His spit glistened on her chest, faint pink love bites scattered across her skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the white lace of her bra, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, desperate for his touch.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his cock, and she let out a shaky gasp, her panties damp from how badly she needed him. He groaned, his self-control fraying with every subtle movement. His grey sweatpants were damp with pre-cum, his cock so hard it throbbed against her. He barely held back the urge to pin her down and take her right there.

"Alright, last one," he murmured, his voice rough and strained. He held up the paper, though his eyes were glued to her heaving chest. "Define the term neuroplasticity."

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to focus, her breathing uneven. "Uh, the brain's ability to adapt and reorganize itself," she stammered out, her voice trembling.

It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. The second the words left her lips, Harry shoved the paper off the desk, the sound of it hitting the floor drowned out by the way their lips crashed together. The kiss was frantic, all teeth and tongues, both of them clinging to each other as if they couldn't get close enough.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him harder, pulling a desperate moan from her lips that only made him kiss her deeper. Her hands tangled in his curls, tugging harshly, and he groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her thighs clench around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled against her lips. "You're driving me insane."

Y/N let out a soft moan as their lips met, the kiss growing heated and messy-a desperate clash of tongues and teeth. Neither of them cared about keeping it clean; it was raw, needy, and consuming. She shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock, and Harry threw his head back with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck," he whispered, his hands already moving to unclasp her bra. He tugged it off and threw it to the floor, wasting no time as he cupped her bare breasts, squeezing and palming them like he couldn't get enough. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, his lips warm and wet.

"Harry, please," she whined softly, her voice cracking with need. He smirked against her skin, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, his voice thick and rough.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Y/N's breath hitched as she looked down at him, her hand wrapping around his length.

Slowly, she spread his pre-cum down his shaft, her touch light and teasing.

"Don't tease, love," he warned, his voice tight, almost breaking. His cock twitched in her hand, his patience wearing thin.

She bit her lip as she pushed her shorts aside, lining herself up. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to take his length inch by inch. 

"Oh my god—," Harry groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. He bit down gently on her skin, his arms wrapping around her, holding her as close as possible. The way she buried herself onto him, taking him so deep, had his head spinning.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained. "Move for me. Please."

Y/N took a moment to adjust, breathing hard as she stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling her.

Then, she lifted her hips slowly before sinking back down. Both of them moaned at the sensation, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

Harry's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him. "You're so warm," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking perfect." His lips found her breasts again, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, making her gasp.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly as her moans grew louder. The rhythm between them quickened, their bodies moving together with a messy, desperate need.

Harry's hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. He started rubbing slow circles, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure.

"Fuck," she whimpered, throwing her head back as her body arched into him. One hand stayed buried in his curls, the other braced against the edge of the chair as she tried to keep her balance.

Harry groaned at how tight she felt around him, his cock throbbing with each squeeze of her walls. "You're so good, baby," he said softly, his voice rough. "You're driving me crazy."

Her hips stuttered as her moans became more frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Harry leaned up, catching her lips in a deep kiss as he rubbed her clit faster, determined to send her over.

"Harry!" she cried, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching tight around him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, his release hitting him hard. He held her close, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high, both trembling and completely lost in each other.

Both of them stilled for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they stayed molded together. Y/N rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, while Harry held her just as close, lost in her warmth.

"We should clean you up," he murmured against her ear, his voice soft as he gently lifted her hips.

But before he could move, she protested, "Wait-just a few more minutes, please." Her voice was quiet, almost shy. "I... I wanna stay close to you."

Harry's lips curved into a soft smile at her words. "Yeah? You wanna keep my cock warm, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

She nodded shyly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks burning at his crude words.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "A few more minutes." His arms wrapped around her snugly, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

[grapejuicenharry]

Hello! How are u? I would like to ask u if u could write a one shot where y/n is a chubby reader and she is feeling uncomfortable bc she gained weight and they are at the beach and harry reassure her and after all day he tool her home to make love

Hello!! I’m doing well, Thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I love this idea and I’m already working on it. I’ll try to post it this weekend!!!

Thank you for the suggestion anon xx

[grapejuicenharry]

Hi!!!! I love your writing. I’m a big fan of angst with a happy ending. Could you do one where Harry (not famous. Maybe ceo/boss man) and y/n go to an event for his job and he basically ignores her the whole time, makes her feel less important because of her job ,they fight, then make up lol. Smut is always nice too.

If this is shit, just ignore me LMAOO

Hi!! Thank you so much, love, you’re the sweetest! ❤️ And omg, this idea is amazing. I love a good angst with a happy ending. Funny enough, a lot of you have been suggesting I turn CEO Harry and Y/N into a full fic, so I’m already working on something for it!

Can’t wait to share it with you all soon. Thank you for the inspo! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[grapejuicenharry]

hii!!!! a little idea for angel, maybe harry waking up beside y/n in the middle of the night from a dream about her and he just wants to be taken care of soo bad, pure soft and lovey kind y/n and sub h?? xx

Omggg this idea is EVERYTHING 😩 Harry waking up from a nightmare, all shaken, and Y/N pulling him into her arms, whispering, “I’ve got you, baby, it’s okay. I’m here, you’re safe.”

She’d run her fingers through his hair, press soft kisses to his temple, and hold him so close he’d feel like nothing could hurt him. Ughhhh

Definitely adding this to the list. Thank you, anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[grapejuicenharry]

I feel like you could do a really good enemies to lovers fic. But Harry is just so obsessed with the girl he mistakes it for hatred!!

AHHH, I love this idea so much!!! I’m definitely adding this to my list. Thank you for the inspo anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[grapejuicenharry]

Angel (blurb)

Harry helps Y/N revise for her exams—except he rewards her for every right answer.

warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, fluff, slight dom h, cock warming.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Y/N had no mood to study today. Finals were looming, and she knew she should be buried in her notes, highlighting lines and revising answers. But all she wanted was to crawl under Harry's blankets and watch her favorite TV show-the one she'd been binging all week. She'd promised herself she'd only rest for a bit, just to recharge. After all, Harry had been kind enough to offer his place to help her revise, even if he'd insisted, with his ever-serious tone, "After 8 p.m.sharp, no excuses. We're studying."

And yet here she was, curled up on his bed, remote in hand, shamelessly ignoring the ticking clock. The rain tapping on the windows only added to her laziness, the overcast weather making it impossible to do anything productive. Harry, of course, was the complete opposite. He sat at his desk like a saint, head bent over his books, glasses perched on his nose, and jaw tight with focus.

God, he was handsome when he was like this-serious, nerdy, and entirely unattainable. But she didn't want him to be unattainable right now. She wanted him to be hers. All hers. She wanted his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention solely on her. Y/N groaned; she knew she was being a spoiled brat, but she couldn't help it.

Was it her fault her boyfriend was hot 24/7? She wanted to sit in his lap, trace her fingers over his jawline, and press kisses all over his stupidly perfect face. Hell, she wanted to jump his bones right now.

Earlier, Harry had caved for a little while, brushing off her pouty demands with a kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. She'd gotten thirty glorious minutes of his undivided attention. Thirty minutes of his hands tangling in her hair, lips soft against hers, and his deep chuckles every time she whined for more. And it still hadn't been enough.

Now, his stern voice snapped her out of her haze. "C'mere, baby," he called from the study, where he was still sitting. "Time's up. You gotta study."

Instead of answering, YN pulled the blanket over her head, huffing under the covers. She hated studying. The very thought made her chest tighten, especially knowing she'd just hit the suspenseful part of her show. There was no way she was leaving this cocoon of comfort.

The next thing she heard was the creak of his chair and the soft pad of his feet on the floor. Before she could stop him, Harry was lifting the covers and peeking under. "Seriously?" he muttered, eyebrows raised at the sight of her pouting face. "C'mon."

He didn't give her a choice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Harry—!" she whined, squirming in protest, but her words died the second he swatted her ass—a light, playful spank that had heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Nice try, baby," he teased, gently placing her on the chair at his desk. She crossed her arms, lips jutting out as she sulked.

"How about this?" he said, crouching down in front of her, brushing her messy curls back from her face and securing them with a clip. "You study, and for every question you get right, I'll reward you."

Her ears perked up. "Reward me? Like... how?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. Was he talking about snacks? Chocolates? Maybe one of the cute plushies she liked to collect? Her excitement bubbled under the surface, and a grin formed on her lips.

Harry smirked, standing up and leaning close to her ear. "I'll reward you with kisses, baby. Maybe more, if you do really well." His voice was low and playful, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's breath hitched. Oh, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been watching her all day, she realized — noticing how clingy she'd been, her endless kisses, random hugs, and all the ways she tried to get closer to him. And while he adored how clingy and needy she got, always seeking his touch or sneaking in little kisses when he least expected, Harry knew he had to control himself. She had finals to study for, and as much as he loved spoiling his girl, he couldn't let her slack off-not when he knew how hard she'd be on herself if she didn't do well. He had to be the responsible one, even if it meant being a little strict with her. Besides, if keeping her focused meant rewarding his sweet girl with kisses, he wasn't exactly complaining.

Her eyes sparkled, determination bubbling to the surface now. "Okay," she said quickly, biting her lip. "I'll do it."

Harry chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her. His white T-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his arms. And those damn gray sweatpants... they should have been illegal. Add the round glasses perched on his nose and the wild curls she loved to tug on. Y/N was barely holding herself together.

Is this normal? she thought, her eyes raking over him. Am I ovulating? Is it hormones? Or am I just obsessed?

Y/N didn't realize she'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes, chewing absentmindedly on the end of her pen.

The way his brow furrowed as he concentrated, the way his lips pressed together when he was focused-it was impossible not to get distracted. When his sharp green eyes suddenly caught hers, she froze, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks burned as she cleared her throat and quickly looked down at her notes, pretending to be engrossed.

For the next forty minutes, she tried — really tried-to stay focused. But after thirty minutes, she gave up. No matter how many times she reread the same lines, her attention kept drifting. Her eyes found their way to his hands: veiny, tattooed, and frustratingly perfect. She watched the way his fingers gripped the pen, the way his knuckles flexed when he scribbled down something in his notebook. All she could think about was how much she wanted those fingers on her, tracing her skin, making her forget about every damn word in her notes.

Her brain had officially shut down. She slammed her notebook shut with a huff. "I'm done," she murmured, barely meeting his gaze. "You can ask me questions now."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, she whined softly, "But at least come closer. I wanna be close to you."

He shook his head with a fond smile, reaching over to pull her chair until it bumped against his. Their knees touched, sending a jolt of warmth through her. "Better?" he asked, his voice teasing. She nodded, her curls bouncing as she tried to steady her breathing. "Yeah... better."

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently, tilting his head as he studied her.

"You can take more time, baby. I don't mind." His tone was soft, but there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He knew her too well. He'd noticed the exact moment her thoughts had started drifting. And as much as he wished he could crawl into her mind to know what had distracted her so much, he had a pretty good idea.

Y/N nodded quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Truthfully, this felt so much harder than her actual exams-because it was him. Because she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her, give her little kisses. She prayed he'd only ask her questions from the topics she actually remembered.

Harry's lips quirked up as he flipped through her notes. "Alright, then. Let's start easy. What's the function of the myelin sheath in neurons?"

Her heart raced as she scrambled for the answer. "To... um, to speed up the transmission of electrical impulses," she said, her voice slightly shaky. A proud smile spread across Harry's face. "Correct. Good job, baby."

Before she could process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was meant to be a quick peck, a little reward, but the second his warm lips met hers, Y/N couldn't help herself. Her hand shot up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in her belly; all she could feel was him-his lips moving perfectly against hers, his steadying hand on her chair, the vibration in his chest when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She thought she might actually combust. But just as quickly as it started, Harry pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.

Y/N blinked up at him, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her eyes hooded with longing. He tried to keep his composure, but the soft pink tint on his cheeks betrayed him. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "There's still a test, remember?"

Her brain was all muddled and gooey with just one kiss. She wondered how she was gonna answer him more. His lips were the only thing in her mind right now.

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Harry asked her a few more questions, his voice low and teasing as he watched her squirm in his lap. To his surprise, she answered most of them correctly, earning her soft, lingering rewards that left her trembling. When she got one wrong, she'd pout adorably, her lips jutting out in frustration, and he'd chuckle, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing it away.

Now, she was perched on his lap, her T-shirt long forgotten on the floor. Only her bra and tiny shorts remained, but they felt like a mere barrier to the heat between them. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air thick with tension. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes hooded as they met his. His spit glistened on her chest, faint pink love bites scattered across her skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the white lace of her bra, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, desperate for his touch.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his cock, and she let out a shaky gasp, her panties damp from how badly she needed him. He groaned, his self-control fraying with every subtle movement. His grey sweatpants were damp with pre-cum, his cock so hard it throbbed against her. He barely held back the urge to pin her down and take her right there.

"Alright, last one," he murmured, his voice rough and strained. He held up the paper, though his eyes were glued to her heaving chest. "Define the term neuroplasticity."

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to focus, her breathing uneven. "Uh, the brain's ability to adapt and reorganize itself," she stammered out, her voice trembling.

It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. The second the words left her lips, Harry shoved the paper off the desk, the sound of it hitting the floor drowned out by the way their lips crashed together. The kiss was frantic, all teeth and tongues, both of them clinging to each other as if they couldn't get close enough.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him harder, pulling a desperate moan from her lips that only made him kiss her deeper. Her hands tangled in his curls, tugging harshly, and he groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her thighs clench around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled against her lips. "You're driving me insane."

Y/N let out a soft moan as their lips met, the kiss growing heated and messy-a desperate clash of tongues and teeth. Neither of them cared about keeping it clean; it was raw, needy, and consuming. She shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock, and Harry threw his head back with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck," he whispered, his hands already moving to unclasp her bra. He tugged it off and threw it to the floor, wasting no time as he cupped her bare breasts, squeezing and palming them like he couldn't get enough. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, his lips warm and wet.

"Harry, please," she whined softly, her voice cracking with need. He smirked against her skin, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, his voice thick and rough.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Y/N's breath hitched as she looked down at him, her hand wrapping around his length.

Slowly, she spread his pre-cum down his shaft, her touch light and teasing.

"Don't tease, love," he warned, his voice tight, almost breaking. His cock twitched in her hand, his patience wearing thin.

She bit her lip as she pushed her shorts aside, lining herself up. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to take his length inch by inch. 

"Oh my god—," Harry groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. He bit down gently on her skin, his arms wrapping around her, holding her as close as possible. The way she buried herself onto him, taking him so deep, had his head spinning.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained. "Move for me. Please."

Y/N took a moment to adjust, breathing hard as she stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling her.

Then, she lifted her hips slowly before sinking back down. Both of them moaned at the sensation, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

Harry's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him. "You're so warm," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking perfect." His lips found her breasts again, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, making her gasp.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly as her moans grew louder. The rhythm between them quickened, their bodies moving together with a messy, desperate need.

Harry's hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. He started rubbing slow circles, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure.

"Fuck," she whimpered, throwing her head back as her body arched into him. One hand stayed buried in his curls, the other braced against the edge of the chair as she tried to keep her balance.

Harry groaned at how tight she felt around him, his cock throbbing with each squeeze of her walls. "You're so good, baby," he said softly, his voice rough. "You're driving me crazy."

Her hips stuttered as her moans became more frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Harry leaned up, catching her lips in a deep kiss as he rubbed her clit faster, determined to send her over.

"Harry!" she cried, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching tight around him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, his release hitting him hard. He held her close, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high, both trembling and completely lost in each other.

Both of them stilled for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they stayed molded together. Y/N rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, while Harry held her just as close, lost in her warmth.

"We should clean you up," he murmured against her ear, his voice soft as he gently lifted her hips.

But before he could move, she protested, "Wait-just a few more minutes, please." Her voice was quiet, almost shy. "I... I wanna stay close to you."

Harry's lips curved into a soft smile at her words. "Yeah? You wanna keep my cock warm, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

She nodded shyly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks burning at his crude words.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "A few more minutes." His arms wrapped around her snugly, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

[grapejuicenharry]

Angel (blurb)

Harry helps Y/N revise for her exams—except he rewards her for every right answer.

warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, fluff, slight dom h, cock warming.

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Y/N had no mood to study today. Finals were looming, and she knew she should be buried in her notes, highlighting lines and revising answers. But all she wanted was to crawl under Harry's blankets and watch her favorite TV show-the one she'd been binging all week. She'd promised herself she'd only rest for a bit, just to recharge. After all, Harry had been kind enough to offer his place to help her revise, even if he'd insisted, with his ever-serious tone, "After 8 p.m.sharp, no excuses. We're studying."

And yet here she was, curled up on his bed, remote in hand, shamelessly ignoring the ticking clock. The rain tapping on the windows only added to her laziness, the overcast weather making it impossible to do anything productive. Harry, of course, was the complete opposite. He sat at his desk like a saint, head bent over his books, glasses perched on his nose, and jaw tight with focus.

God, he was handsome when he was like this-serious, nerdy, and entirely unattainable. But she didn't want him to be unattainable right now. She wanted him to be hers. All hers. She wanted his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention solely on her. Y/N groaned; she knew she was being a spoiled brat, but she couldn't help it.

Was it her fault her boyfriend was hot 24/7? She wanted to sit in his lap, trace her fingers over his jawline, and press kisses all over his stupidly perfect face. Hell, she wanted to jump his bones right now.

Earlier, Harry had caved for a little while, brushing off her pouty demands with a kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. She'd gotten thirty glorious minutes of his undivided attention. Thirty minutes of his hands tangling in her hair, lips soft against hers, and his deep chuckles every time she whined for more. And it still hadn't been enough.

Now, his stern voice snapped her out of her haze. "C'mere, baby," he called from the study, where he was still sitting. "Time's up. You gotta study."

Instead of answering, YN pulled the blanket over her head, huffing under the covers. She hated studying. The very thought made her chest tighten, especially knowing she'd just hit the suspenseful part of her show. There was no way she was leaving this cocoon of comfort.

The next thing she heard was the creak of his chair and the soft pad of his feet on the floor. Before she could stop him, Harry was lifting the covers and peeking under. "Seriously?" he muttered, eyebrows raised at the sight of her pouting face. "C'mon."

He didn't give her a choice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Harry—!" she whined, squirming in protest, but her words died the second he swatted her ass—a light, playful spank that had heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Nice try, baby," he teased, gently placing her on the chair at his desk. She crossed her arms, lips jutting out as she sulked.

"How about this?" he said, crouching down in front of her, brushing her messy curls back from her face and securing them with a clip. "You study, and for every question you get right, I'll reward you."

Her ears perked up. "Reward me? Like... how?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. Was he talking about snacks? Chocolates? Maybe one of the cute plushies she liked to collect? Her excitement bubbled under the surface, and a grin formed on her lips.

Harry smirked, standing up and leaning close to her ear. "I'll reward you with kisses, baby. Maybe more, if you do really well." His voice was low and playful, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's breath hitched. Oh, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been watching her all day, she realized — noticing how clingy she'd been, her endless kisses, random hugs, and all the ways she tried to get closer to him. And while he adored how clingy and needy she got, always seeking his touch or sneaking in little kisses when he least expected, Harry knew he had to control himself. She had finals to study for, and as much as he loved spoiling his girl, he couldn't let her slack off-not when he knew how hard she'd be on herself if she didn't do well. He had to be the responsible one, even if it meant being a little strict with her. Besides, if keeping her focused meant rewarding his sweet girl with kisses, he wasn't exactly complaining.

Her eyes sparkled, determination bubbling to the surface now. "Okay," she said quickly, biting her lip. "I'll do it."

Harry chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her. His white T-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his arms. And those damn gray sweatpants... they should have been illegal. Add the round glasses perched on his nose and the wild curls she loved to tug on. Y/N was barely holding herself together.

Is this normal? she thought, her eyes raking over him. Am I ovulating? Is it hormones? Or am I just obsessed?

Y/N didn't realize she'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes, chewing absentmindedly on the end of her pen.

The way his brow furrowed as he concentrated, the way his lips pressed together when he was focused-it was impossible not to get distracted. When his sharp green eyes suddenly caught hers, she froze, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks burned as she cleared her throat and quickly looked down at her notes, pretending to be engrossed.

For the next forty minutes, she tried — really tried-to stay focused. But after thirty minutes, she gave up. No matter how many times she reread the same lines, her attention kept drifting. Her eyes found their way to his hands: veiny, tattooed, and frustratingly perfect. She watched the way his fingers gripped the pen, the way his knuckles flexed when he scribbled down something in his notebook. All she could think about was how much she wanted those fingers on her, tracing her skin, making her forget about every damn word in her notes.

Her brain had officially shut down. She slammed her notebook shut with a huff. "I'm done," she murmured, barely meeting his gaze. "You can ask me questions now."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, she whined softly, "But at least come closer. I wanna be close to you."

He shook his head with a fond smile, reaching over to pull her chair until it bumped against his. Their knees touched, sending a jolt of warmth through her. "Better?" he asked, his voice teasing. She nodded, her curls bouncing as she tried to steady her breathing. "Yeah... better."

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently, tilting his head as he studied her.

"You can take more time, baby. I don't mind." His tone was soft, but there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He knew her too well. He'd noticed the exact moment her thoughts had started drifting. And as much as he wished he could crawl into her mind to know what had distracted her so much, he had a pretty good idea.

Y/N nodded quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Truthfully, this felt so much harder than her actual exams-because it was him. Because she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her, give her little kisses. She prayed he'd only ask her questions from the topics she actually remembered.

Harry's lips quirked up as he flipped through her notes. "Alright, then. Let's start easy. What's the function of the myelin sheath in neurons?"

Her heart raced as she scrambled for the answer. "To... um, to speed up the transmission of electrical impulses," she said, her voice slightly shaky. A proud smile spread across Harry's face. "Correct. Good job, baby."

Before she could process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was meant to be a quick peck, a little reward, but the second his warm lips met hers, Y/N couldn't help herself. Her hand shot up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in her belly; all she could feel was him-his lips moving perfectly against hers, his steadying hand on her chair, the vibration in his chest when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She thought she might actually combust. But just as quickly as it started, Harry pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.

Y/N blinked up at him, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her eyes hooded with longing. He tried to keep his composure, but the soft pink tint on his cheeks betrayed him. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "There's still a test, remember?"

Her brain was all muddled and gooey with just one kiss. She wondered how she was gonna answer him more. His lips were the only thing in her mind right now.

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Harry asked her a few more questions, his voice low and teasing as he watched her squirm in his lap. To his surprise, she answered most of them correctly, earning her soft, lingering rewards that left her trembling. When she got one wrong, she'd pout adorably, her lips jutting out in frustration, and he'd chuckle, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing it away.

Now, she was perched on his lap, her T-shirt long forgotten on the floor. Only her bra and tiny shorts remained, but they felt like a mere barrier to the heat between them. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air thick with tension. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes hooded as they met his. His spit glistened on her chest, faint pink love bites scattered across her skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the white lace of her bra, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, desperate for his touch.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his cock, and she let out a shaky gasp, her panties damp from how badly she needed him. He groaned, his self-control fraying with every subtle movement. His grey sweatpants were damp with pre-cum, his cock so hard it throbbed against her. He barely held back the urge to pin her down and take her right there.

"Alright, last one," he murmured, his voice rough and strained. He held up the paper, though his eyes were glued to her heaving chest. "Define the term neuroplasticity."

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to focus, her breathing uneven. "Uh, the brain's ability to adapt and reorganize itself," she stammered out, her voice trembling.

It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. The second the words left her lips, Harry shoved the paper off the desk, the sound of it hitting the floor drowned out by the way their lips crashed together. The kiss was frantic, all teeth and tongues, both of them clinging to each other as if they couldn't get close enough.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him harder, pulling a desperate moan from her lips that only made him kiss her deeper. Her hands tangled in his curls, tugging harshly, and he groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her thighs clench around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled against her lips. "You're driving me insane."

Y/N let out a soft moan as their lips met, the kiss growing heated and messy-a desperate clash of tongues and teeth. Neither of them cared about keeping it clean; it was raw, needy, and consuming. She shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock, and Harry threw his head back with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck," he whispered, his hands already moving to unclasp her bra. He tugged it off and threw it to the floor, wasting no time as he cupped her bare breasts, squeezing and palming them like he couldn't get enough. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, his lips warm and wet.

"Harry, please," she whined softly, her voice cracking with need. He smirked against her skin, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, his voice thick and rough.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Y/N's breath hitched as she looked down at him, her hand wrapping around his length.

Slowly, she spread his pre-cum down his shaft, her touch light and teasing.

"Don't tease, love," he warned, his voice tight, almost breaking. His cock twitched in her hand, his patience wearing thin.

She bit her lip as she pushed her shorts aside, lining herself up. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to take his length inch by inch. 

"Oh my god—," Harry groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. He bit down gently on her skin, his arms wrapping around her, holding her as close as possible. The way she buried herself onto him, taking him so deep, had his head spinning.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained. "Move for me. Please."

Y/N took a moment to adjust, breathing hard as she stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling her.

Then, she lifted her hips slowly before sinking back down. Both of them moaned at the sensation, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

Harry's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him. "You're so warm," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking perfect." His lips found her breasts again, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, making her gasp.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly as her moans grew louder. The rhythm between them quickened, their bodies moving together with a messy, desperate need.

Harry's hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. He started rubbing slow circles, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure.

"Fuck," she whimpered, throwing her head back as her body arched into him. One hand stayed buried in his curls, the other braced against the edge of the chair as she tried to keep her balance.

Harry groaned at how tight she felt around him, his cock throbbing with each squeeze of her walls. "You're so good, baby," he said softly, his voice rough. "You're driving me crazy."

Her hips stuttered as her moans became more frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Harry leaned up, catching her lips in a deep kiss as he rubbed her clit faster, determined to send her over.

"Harry!" she cried, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching tight around him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, his release hitting him hard. He held her close, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high, both trembling and completely lost in each other.

Both of them stilled for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they stayed molded together. Y/N rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, while Harry held her just as close, lost in her warmth.

"We should clean you up," he murmured against her ear, his voice soft as he gently lifted her hips.

But before he could move, she protested, "Wait-just a few more minutes, please." Her voice was quiet, almost shy. "I... I wanna stay close to you."

Harry's lips curved into a soft smile at her words. "Yeah? You wanna keep my cock warm, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

She nodded shyly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks burning at his crude words.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "A few more minutes." His arms wrapped around her snugly, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

[grapejuicenharry]

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[grapejuicenharry]

Angel (blurb)

Harry helps Y/N revise for her exams—except he rewards her for every right answer.

warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, fluff, slight dom h, cock warming.

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Y/N had no mood to study today. Finals were looming, and she knew she should be buried in her notes, highlighting lines and revising answers. But all she wanted was to crawl under Harry's blankets and watch her favorite TV show-the one she'd been binging all week. She'd promised herself she'd only rest for a bit, just to recharge. After all, Harry had been kind enough to offer his place to help her revise, even if he'd insisted, with his ever-serious tone, "After 8 p.m.sharp, no excuses. We're studying."

And yet here she was, curled up on his bed, remote in hand, shamelessly ignoring the ticking clock. The rain tapping on the windows only added to her laziness, the overcast weather making it impossible to do anything productive. Harry, of course, was the complete opposite. He sat at his desk like a saint, head bent over his books, glasses perched on his nose, and jaw tight with focus.

God, he was handsome when he was like this-serious, nerdy, and entirely unattainable. But she didn't want him to be unattainable right now. She wanted him to be hers. All hers. She wanted his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention solely on her. Y/N groaned; she knew she was being a spoiled brat, but she couldn't help it.

Was it her fault her boyfriend was hot 24/7? She wanted to sit in his lap, trace her fingers over his jawline, and press kisses all over his stupidly perfect face. Hell, she wanted to jump his bones right now.

Earlier, Harry had caved for a little while, brushing off her pouty demands with a kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. She'd gotten thirty glorious minutes of his undivided attention. Thirty minutes of his hands tangling in her hair, lips soft against hers, and his deep chuckles every time she whined for more. And it still hadn't been enough.

Now, his stern voice snapped her out of her haze. "C'mere, baby," he called from the study, where he was still sitting. "Time's up. You gotta study."

Instead of answering, YN pulled the blanket over her head, huffing under the covers. She hated studying. The very thought made her chest tighten, especially knowing she'd just hit the suspenseful part of her show. There was no way she was leaving this cocoon of comfort.

The next thing she heard was the creak of his chair and the soft pad of his feet on the floor. Before she could stop him, Harry was lifting the covers and peeking under. "Seriously?" he muttered, eyebrows raised at the sight of her pouting face. "C'mon."

He didn't give her a choice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Harry—!" she whined, squirming in protest, but her words died the second he swatted her ass—a light, playful spank that had heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Nice try, baby," he teased, gently placing her on the chair at his desk. She crossed her arms, lips jutting out as she sulked.

"How about this?" he said, crouching down in front of her, brushing her messy curls back from her face and securing them with a clip. "You study, and for every question you get right, I'll reward you."

Her ears perked up. "Reward me? Like... how?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. Was he talking about snacks? Chocolates? Maybe one of the cute plushies she liked to collect? Her excitement bubbled under the surface, and a grin formed on her lips.

Harry smirked, standing up and leaning close to her ear. "I'll reward you with kisses, baby. Maybe more, if you do really well." His voice was low and playful, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's breath hitched. Oh, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been watching her all day, she realized — noticing how clingy she'd been, her endless kisses, random hugs, and all the ways she tried to get closer to him. And while he adored how clingy and needy she got, always seeking his touch or sneaking in little kisses when he least expected, Harry knew he had to control himself. She had finals to study for, and as much as he loved spoiling his girl, he couldn't let her slack off-not when he knew how hard she'd be on herself if she didn't do well. He had to be the responsible one, even if it meant being a little strict with her. Besides, if keeping her focused meant rewarding his sweet girl with kisses, he wasn't exactly complaining.

Her eyes sparkled, determination bubbling to the surface now. "Okay," she said quickly, biting her lip. "I'll do it."

Harry chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her. His white T-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his arms. And those damn gray sweatpants... they should have been illegal. Add the round glasses perched on his nose and the wild curls she loved to tug on. Y/N was barely holding herself together.

Is this normal? she thought, her eyes raking over him. Am I ovulating? Is it hormones? Or am I just obsessed?

Y/N didn't realize she'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes, chewing absentmindedly on the end of her pen.

The way his brow furrowed as he concentrated, the way his lips pressed together when he was focused-it was impossible not to get distracted. When his sharp green eyes suddenly caught hers, she froze, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks burned as she cleared her throat and quickly looked down at her notes, pretending to be engrossed.

For the next forty minutes, she tried — really tried-to stay focused. But after thirty minutes, she gave up. No matter how many times she reread the same lines, her attention kept drifting. Her eyes found their way to his hands: veiny, tattooed, and frustratingly perfect. She watched the way his fingers gripped the pen, the way his knuckles flexed when he scribbled down something in his notebook. All she could think about was how much she wanted those fingers on her, tracing her skin, making her forget about every damn word in her notes.

Her brain had officially shut down. She slammed her notebook shut with a huff. "I'm done," she murmured, barely meeting his gaze. "You can ask me questions now."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, she whined softly, "But at least come closer. I wanna be close to you."

He shook his head with a fond smile, reaching over to pull her chair until it bumped against his. Their knees touched, sending a jolt of warmth through her. "Better?" he asked, his voice teasing. She nodded, her curls bouncing as she tried to steady her breathing. "Yeah... better."

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently, tilting his head as he studied her.

"You can take more time, baby. I don't mind." His tone was soft, but there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He knew her too well. He'd noticed the exact moment her thoughts had started drifting. And as much as he wished he could crawl into her mind to know what had distracted her so much, he had a pretty good idea.

Y/N nodded quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Truthfully, this felt so much harder than her actual exams-because it was him. Because she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her, give her little kisses. She prayed he'd only ask her questions from the topics she actually remembered.

Harry's lips quirked up as he flipped through her notes. "Alright, then. Let's start easy. What's the function of the myelin sheath in neurons?"

Her heart raced as she scrambled for the answer. "To... um, to speed up the transmission of electrical impulses," she said, her voice slightly shaky. A proud smile spread across Harry's face. "Correct. Good job, baby."

Before she could process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was meant to be a quick peck, a little reward, but the second his warm lips met hers, Y/N couldn't help herself. Her hand shot up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in her belly; all she could feel was him-his lips moving perfectly against hers, his steadying hand on her chair, the vibration in his chest when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She thought she might actually combust. But just as quickly as it started, Harry pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.

Y/N blinked up at him, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her eyes hooded with longing. He tried to keep his composure, but the soft pink tint on his cheeks betrayed him. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "There's still a test, remember?"

Her brain was all muddled and gooey with just one kiss. She wondered how she was gonna answer him more. His lips were the only thing in her mind right now.

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Harry asked her a few more questions, his voice low and teasing as he watched her squirm in his lap. To his surprise, she answered most of them correctly, earning her soft, lingering rewards that left her trembling. When she got one wrong, she'd pout adorably, her lips jutting out in frustration, and he'd chuckle, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing it away.

Now, she was perched on his lap, her T-shirt long forgotten on the floor. Only her bra and tiny shorts remained, but they felt like a mere barrier to the heat between them. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air thick with tension. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes hooded as they met his. His spit glistened on her chest, faint pink love bites scattered across her skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the white lace of her bra, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, desperate for his touch.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his cock, and she let out a shaky gasp, her panties damp from how badly she needed him. He groaned, his self-control fraying with every subtle movement. His grey sweatpants were damp with pre-cum, his cock so hard it throbbed against her. He barely held back the urge to pin her down and take her right there.

"Alright, last one," he murmured, his voice rough and strained. He held up the paper, though his eyes were glued to her heaving chest. "Define the term neuroplasticity."

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to focus, her breathing uneven. "Uh, the brain's ability to adapt and reorganize itself," she stammered out, her voice trembling.

It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. The second the words left her lips, Harry shoved the paper off the desk, the sound of it hitting the floor drowned out by the way their lips crashed together. The kiss was frantic, all teeth and tongues, both of them clinging to each other as if they couldn't get close enough.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him harder, pulling a desperate moan from her lips that only made him kiss her deeper. Her hands tangled in his curls, tugging harshly, and he groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her thighs clench around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled against her lips. "You're driving me insane."

Y/N let out a soft moan as their lips met, the kiss growing heated and messy-a desperate clash of tongues and teeth. Neither of them cared about keeping it clean; it was raw, needy, and consuming. She shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock, and Harry threw his head back with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck," he whispered, his hands already moving to unclasp her bra. He tugged it off and threw it to the floor, wasting no time as he cupped her bare breasts, squeezing and palming them like he couldn't get enough. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, his lips warm and wet.

"Harry, please," she whined softly, her voice cracking with need. He smirked against her skin, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, his voice thick and rough.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Y/N's breath hitched as she looked down at him, her hand wrapping around his length.

Slowly, she spread his pre-cum down his shaft, her touch light and teasing.

"Don't tease, love," he warned, his voice tight, almost breaking. His cock twitched in her hand, his patience wearing thin.

She bit her lip as she pushed her shorts aside, lining herself up. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to take his length inch by inch. 

"Oh my god—," Harry groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. He bit down gently on her skin, his arms wrapping around her, holding her as close as possible. The way she buried herself onto him, taking him so deep, had his head spinning.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained. "Move for me. Please."

Y/N took a moment to adjust, breathing hard as she stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling her.

Then, she lifted her hips slowly before sinking back down. Both of them moaned at the sensation, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

Harry's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him. "You're so warm," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking perfect." His lips found her breasts again, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, making her gasp.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly as her moans grew louder. The rhythm between them quickened, their bodies moving together with a messy, desperate need.

Harry's hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. He started rubbing slow circles, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure.

"Fuck," she whimpered, throwing her head back as her body arched into him. One hand stayed buried in his curls, the other braced against the edge of the chair as she tried to keep her balance.

Harry groaned at how tight she felt around him, his cock throbbing with each squeeze of her walls. "You're so good, baby," he said softly, his voice rough. "You're driving me crazy."

Her hips stuttered as her moans became more frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Harry leaned up, catching her lips in a deep kiss as he rubbed her clit faster, determined to send her over.

"Harry!" she cried, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching tight around him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, his release hitting him hard. He held her close, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high, both trembling and completely lost in each other.

Both of them stilled for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they stayed molded together. Y/N rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, while Harry held her just as close, lost in her warmth.

"We should clean you up," he murmured against her ear, his voice soft as he gently lifted her hips.

But before he could move, she protested, "Wait-just a few more minutes, please." Her voice was quiet, almost shy. "I... I wanna stay close to you."

Harry's lips curved into a soft smile at her words. "Yeah? You wanna keep my cock warm, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

She nodded shyly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks burning at his crude words.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "A few more minutes." His arms wrapped around her snugly, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

[grapejuicenharry]

HI, could you write a blurb where Harry is a rich businessman and he is really busy with his work etc etc and is really stressed with something so yn goes to him and gives him a blowjob so that he feels good. Something like that?

a/n: sorry it took me a while! but i hope u enjoy it <33

warnings: blowjob, smut, 18+, kissing.

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It was that time of the month again, the most stressful time for Harry. Mid-November had arrived, and with it, an overwhelming workload. He'd recently fired a few employees, which only added to his responsibilities. Between catching up on finances, preparing presentations, and attending client meetings, the pressure was taking a toll on his health. The air outside was chilly, snow was starting to form, and Harry, running on low energy, desperately needed rest.

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Harry was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, just at the age of 28, he had his name appearing in Forbes several times. He owned homes in London, Los Angeles, Italy, and New York. But after getting married, he and Y/N chose to live in a luxurious penthouse—Y/N loved the city life and feeling like a spoiled kitten. 

They first met at a business conference, where Y/N was there with her clients, managing a project. The moment Harry laid his eyes on her, he felt a connection. He instantly knew she was the one he wanted as a life partner, the mother of his children.

After their wedding, Y/N decided to leave her job. The constant stress and long hours had been wearing her down. Harry supported her choice completely, happy to see her take a break and enjoy life. Now she could relax at home, focus on their relationship, and indulge in the luxury that Harry’s success provided.

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Throughout it all, Y/N had been his rock. She supported him at every turn, stepping in whenever he was overwhelmed. She made sure he was taken care of—preparing healthy soups, ensuring he took his medicines on time, and giving him massages whenever his body felt sore and achy. She understood when he was too drained to talk or spend time with her, simply letting him rest his head in her lap, where she would gently scratch his scalp until he fell asleep.

Despite his gratefulness, Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew he wasn't spending enough time with Y/N. There were days when they barely exchanged a word, and even when she asked if he was okay, all he could muster was a tired nod. He tried-he really did— setting aside at least an hour from his hectic schedule to be with her, but his heavy eyelids, sunken eyes, and pounding headaches often got the better of him. Still, he knew Y/N understood; she stayed by his side, making sure he didn't collapse under the weight of his responsibilities. He felt blessed to have her as his wife.

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Today, Harry was working from home. He had been in online meetings since seven in the morning, and it was now eleven. Y/N had brought him coffee and breakfast earlier, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, like the good wife she was. But after five straight hours of him being hold up in his study, she decided he needed to take a break. He needed to rest, and she had an idea she'd been wanting to try for a while.

Entering the room quietly, she was dressed in one of Harry's old T-shirts that said safe sex and a pair of tiny shorts. Her sock-clad feet tapped softly against the hardwood floor as she approached. Harry's eyes were glued to his laptop, his hair messy atop his head, glasses slipping down his nose, like he hasn’t gotten the time to push them. Hearing her, he looked up, a tired but soft smile curving his lips. "Hi, baby," he greeted.

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement at his gentle tone. His voice never fails to excite her. She circled around the table and settled onto his lap. "Hi," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and inhaling his scent. "I miss you."

"Mmm," Harry hummed as she threaded her fingers through his hair, the gesture immediately easing some of the tension in his head. She pulled back slightly, adjusting his glasses and gazing into his tired eyes.

"You need a break, Harry. You've been working non-stop for hours. You deserve to relax," she insisted, ending her words with a kiss near the corner of his lips.

Harry's smile widened in amusement. He knew she was right—his body was sore from sitting in one place all morning. "And how do I relax, baby?" he asked, lacing their fingers together and kissing her knuckles. "Are you here to help me unwind?"

"Y-yes," she whispered, surprised he didn't need convincing. Her confidence wavered for a moment, but she pushed her nerves aside, determined to follow through with her plan. "Let me help you relax, Harry. I want to." 

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his jaw, trailing wet kisses down his neck, nibbling his earlobe—a spot she knew he loved. Harry's head tipped back slightly, giving her better access, his eyes fluttering shut. Her nails lightly grazed his toned abs under his shirt, making him shiver. "Fuck," he muttered, voice low.

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply;the kiss was a heated mess of tongues, teeth, and moans. His hand slipped under the hem of her shirt to get rid of it—but she pulled back with a teasing shake of her head. Sliding off his lap, she kneeled before him, his eyes widening as he realized what she had in mind.

"What are you doing, baby?" he asked, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

"Helping you relax," she whispered, parting her lips and taking his thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice husky. "Yes, I'm sure.” that all the encouragement he needed. He withdrew his thumb, smirking.

 "Filthy girl, my filthy girl," he murmured while shaking his head, his words sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. "This was just an excuse, wasn't it? You just wanted my cock in your mouth."

A whimper escaped her lips at his words, her panties already damp with arousal. "Take me out," he ordered. Without hesitation, she fumbled with his shorts, pulling down the zipper and freeing his hard length. She swipes her thumb on his tip, and licking it off, Harry’s eyes darken with lust, eager to see what she does next.

Y/N licked a slow, deliberate path from the base to the tip. She kissed the tip before taking it into her mouth, sucking it gently. She starts prepping kisses along the length before taking it in her mouth. "Fuck, baby. Just like that," Harry groaned, his head falling back as he tangled his hand in her hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail without pushing her down, letting her set the pace.

"My good girl," He breathes out praise, encouraging her, while running his hand through her hair. In response, she moans out, the vibrations bringing him close, making him grip her hair tighter. The praises made her pussy clenching around nothing. Her own arousal pooled between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some pressure.

She popped his cock out of her mouth briefly, taking a deep breath before returning to him, this time taking one of his balls into her mouth, licking and sucking gently. Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, hitting the back of her throat. "Sorry," he panted.

"Don't hold back. Fuck my mouth," she whispered, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Harry smirked, "Yeah? You think you can handle it, baby?"

She nodded, unable to respond with her mouth full. That was all the confirmation he needed.  He gripped her hair and began thrusting gently, fucking her face at a steady pace. Y/N focused on breathing through her nose, taking him deeper in her throat, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit into her mouth. His breathing grew heavier, moans escaping his lips. Y/N knew he was close, so she starts fondling with his balls, squeezing them in her palm. The sound of his moans and her gagging filled the study. Y/N, thank heavens the housekeepers went off early today. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby." he warned, his thrusts growing sloppy.

"Cum," she urged, her voice muffled. With a groan, he released into her mouth, “Y/N,Y/N—fuck, so good, so good baby.” He pants with a loud cry.  warm spurts filling her. She keeps sucking him until he's completely dry, making sure to take every drop. She swallows without hesitation, the familiar salty taste not bothering her at all. His eyes softened as he looked down at her, her teary eyes, lips glistening with him. He wiped the drool from her chin.

"Are you relaxed now?" she asked with a small smile.

Harry chuckled, pulling her up onto his lap. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "So relaxed," he murmured, pecking her lips again. "So relaxed."

They both laughed, his silliness lightening the room's heavy air.

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[grapejuicenharry]

Based on this request !!

warnings: smut, 18+, daddy kink, eating out, fingering.

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Y/N was in the kitchen, slicing lemons as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and she had decided to make some lemonade. However, she had been feeling annoyed and moody since the morning—everything seemed to irritate her, leaving her grumpy.

Lost in the mundane rhythm of her task, she was absentmindedly focused on her lemons and didn't notice when he entered the room.

It wasn't until Harry's arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his bare, solid chest, that she gasped in surprise. His faint cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around her like a second skin.

"Morning, darling," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

"It's not morning," she replied quickly, rolling her eyes, though her pulse quickened at the heat of him pressed so close.

"It is when I say it is," Harry countered, his voice low and husky, his beard lightly scraping against her jaw as he spoke. His hand settled firmly on her hip, turning her slightly so her back was fully pressed to his chest. "Been ignoring me all day."

It was true-she'd been giving him attitude all day, snapping at him and brushing him off for no real reason. She hadn't kissed him since morning either, using a quick "I'm busy" as her excuse. And she secretly loved it. Testing his patience, watching the subtle shift in his jaw when she pushed too far. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist. The thought of him snapping, putting her in her place, sent a thrill through her. She wanted him to lose control-wanted him to spank her and edge her when she is close. 

She even wore his favorite dress, fully aware that it would drive him wild. As she moved around the house, she casually did chores, brushing past him and leaning down just enough to tease him with her cleavage. Each time he asked her to come closer, she playfully denied him. He knew what game she was playing, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity.

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“I was busy," she said nonchalantly, though the hitch in her breath betrayed her as his fingers traced slow circles over her waist.

"Too busy for me?" His tone darkened, teasing but edged with something more, something that made her stomach twist.

"Harry—“ she warned, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

"What's that?" His lips grazed over the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"That's not what you call me, is it?" Her hands stilled on the counter, the knife slipping from her fingers with a dull thud. Her breath hitched as he turned her fully, pinning her between the counter and his body.

"Say it," he murmured, tilting her chin up with his fingers. "Be a good girl and say it for me."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. Her heart pounded in her chest. She bit her lip, but the way he looked at her-demanding, dominant-made it impossible to resist.

"Daddy," she breathed, her voice soft and barely audible. A slow smile spread across his lips. "That's my girl," he said, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. "You're so good for me, aren't you?"

She nodded, her body a mess of trembling need. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and her panties were damp with arousal. Her pulse quickened as his hand trailed down her thigh, gripping it firmly.

"Turn around," he ordered. She obeyed, her breath catching as his hands guided her back to the counter. The cool surface pressed against her palms, making her shiver even though heat pooled in her belly. Harry's presence behind her was intoxicating— his scent, his warmth, the sound of his breathing.

His hands slid against her sides, his lips trailing kisses along her jaw and neck. "Look at you," he murmured. "Always so perfect for me."

Her knees wobbled slightly as his hands found the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her waist. He smoothed his palm over the curve of her ass before landing a sharp spank. She gasped, the sting making her arch back against him. "Do you like teasing me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone sweet yet laced with dominance.

"Yes," she panted, her voice trembling with need.

"Yes, what?" His lips brushed against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire.

He hummed in satisfaction, his hand slipping between her thighs. She jerked under his touch as he pressed his thumb to her clit.

"You're always so ready for me," he muttered, his fingers moving in slow circles. "Do you know how much that drives me crazy?"

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. But he wasn't done-not even close.

"Eyes open," he commanded, gripping her chin and tilting her head forward. "I want you to see what you do to me.

"She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the kitchen window. The sight of him—his darkened eyes, flushed skin, and messy hair sent a thrill coursing through her.

"You're mine," he said. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped as his hands roamed her body, tugging her dress straps down to expose her skin.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Please, Harry," she begged, her body trembling with need.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone teasing as he kissed the swell of her breast.

"I want to cum," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Harry dropped to his knees behind her, pulling her panties down in one swift motion. The cold marble beneath her hands grounded her, but the heat pooling in her belly was impossible to ignore.

His mouth met her center, his tongue flicking and circling relentlessly. Each stroke sent her closer to the edge, her body trembling as he gripped her thighs to keep her still.

"Harry, please," she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and pleasure.

"Not yet," he murmured, pulling back slightly.

"You think you can tease me all day and get what you want so easily?"

She whimpered, her legs trembling. "Please, Daddy," she begged, her tone pleading.

Who was he to deny her when she begged so sweetly? With a groan, he dove back in, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. The pressure built quickly, and with one final stroke, she shattered, crying out his name as her orgasm tore through her.

"Look at you," Harry muttered, licking her clean. Her body shook with aftershocks as he stood, gripping her hips tightly to steady her.

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart.” He murmured.

Harry turned her around swiftly, the action making her slightly dizzy, but she steadied when his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and filled with raw intensity. She could taste herself on his lips, which only made her moan against his mouth.

Her hands slid into his hair, tugging at the soft strands hard enough to draw a groan from him. The sound sent a thrill down her spine, and she arched into him, feeling the hard length of his cock against her belly.

"Turn back around," he demanded, his voice rough with need. She obeyed instantly, her body pliant under his control. The cool air hit her heated skin as he pushed his boxers down, freeing himself.

Her breath hitched when he pressed himself against her, his cock sliding between her slick folds in teasing strokes.

"Harry," she whimpered, trying to push back against him, but his hands gripped her hips, holding her still.

"Patience," he murmured, his tone firm. "You'll take what I give you.”

Slowly, he pushed into her, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully seated inside her. She gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he let her adjust.

"Always so fucking tight for me," he muttered, his voice strained.

"Move, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back into her, setting a pace that made her moan loudly.

Each snap of his hips hit her perfectly, her body melting into the counter as she took every thrust.

"Look at you," he groaned, one hand slipping around to toy with her clit while the other gripped her hip. "Taking me so well, sweetheart."

Her legs shook as the pressure inside her built higher and higher.

"Harry—l-I'm gonna—” she stammered, her voice breaking as the pressure in her belly increasing.

“Cum for me," he growled, his pace quickening. "Be my good girl and cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took. Her body tensed, and she came with a loud cry, her walls clenching around him as she fall apart.

"Fuck, Y/N," Harry groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. He buried himself deep inside her one last time, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he spilled inside her.

He pulled out gently, both of them whimpering as their arousal dripped down her thighs.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Harry leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I love you, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet. She smiled, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. "I love you more.”

[grapejuicenharry]

Masterlist

Helloo!!! All my writings are here. I will be updating as I write more. Hope you enjoy!! <3

Series:

Angel

In which Harry and Y/N are best friends except—they have feelings for each other.

One shots:

Where Harry is a rich business man and Y/N helps him destress

warnings: blowjob, smut, 18+, kissing.

Where Harry is late for a date so you walk home alone.

warnings: angst with a happy ending (sorry I couldn’t leave them like this!)

Harry fucks Y/N on the kitchen counter (daddy kink)

warnings: smut, 18+, eating out, fingering.