chloe but mostly clo (she/her/fae) | 21 | fretting over everything | can never sit still | sensitive to just about anything đ also chericlo
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Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.
A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!
Word Count: 10k
Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink
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âYeah⊠that was good. I liked it.â
That wasnât the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didnât feel like enough
You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didnât. What you could do better next time⊠But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.
So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.
âWell, you know thereâs like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing⊠a sex tutor if you will. Letâs just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.â
âA tutor for blow jobs?â You scrunched your face and giggled.
âWell, blow jobs and everything else really. I donât know. He gets around and they say heâs very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think heâs like getting his masters in sexual health or something?â
You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, âOh my god I donât think so. That sounds crazy. Heâs probably some weird pervert or something.â
Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man youâd seen on campus a time or two.
âThatâs him?â Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.
âYup. Heâs not a weirdo either. I hear heâs super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.â
You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didnât know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.
And you definitely werenât going to reach out for a âsessionâ. That just felt silly. Though, you couldnât say you werenât intrigued by the idea, it just wasnât for you. Except that when Gunther didnât text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.
Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.
Hi! I heard you give special âtutoringâ sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if itâs okay.
You couldnât believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.
Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. Iâll ask you a few questions and then weâll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever youâre ready.
Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harryâs response.
Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.
You didnât know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he âtutoredâ. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.
Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.
You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.
Maudâs was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and thatâs just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.
You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.
He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like heâd just finished a âtutoringâ session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, âIâll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.â
You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what were you doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.
When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.
He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, âSo, Y/n. Itâs nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?â
Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.
You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.
âWow. Thatâs⊠Iâm impressed.â
He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, âThank you. Iâve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So letâs talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?â
Here it was. The moment youâd been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.
Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, âHey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. Iâm not going to pressure you to say it if you find itâs too uncomfortable but just know,â he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, âEverything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. Iâm not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, thatâs okay too. I want you to feel like youâre talking to a friend. Okay? Itâs up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.â
You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so â nice. He made you feel so at ease.
âThank you. Itâs weird. Yeah⊠but I think Iâm okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,â you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, âBetter at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?â
He nodded, âOkay. Have you ever given a blow job before?â
You nodded, âRecently. The guy didnât seem very enthusiastic about it so I didnât know if I did something wrong.â
He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, âI can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasnât vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?â
You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, âI donât know. Probably. Iâm sure Iâm overthinking it but I just wanted⊠like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.â
âDid the guy youâre seeing orgasm?â
You nodded again.
Harryâs grin softened, âThen you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.â
âBut I want to be better. Like⊠I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really⊠wellâŠâ you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, âI felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.â
He nodded and licked his lips and if you didnât know any better youâd say he was kind of checking you out. You werenât wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.
But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldnât mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldnât help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if youâd be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.
Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldnât help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didnât have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.
And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. Heâd like to get started right away, which normally heâd wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and invitingâŠ
âOh⊠nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. ButâŠâ you shook your head.
âWould you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.â
Was he� You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.
âItâs up to you. Iâm not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and Iâd like to kind of get a feel for what weâre working with. If you think youâre ready.â
You nodded, âOkay. I mean⊠yeah. So no roommates?â You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.
âNope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.â He didnât miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.
So that was that then. Youâd be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you werenât as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Styleâs apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.
Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.
âHere she is,â he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and heâd bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.
He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasnât anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.
When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people heâd had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, âI like all the plants,â you commented.
He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didnât want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.
âGonna sit with me? Iâm not gonna do anything if you donât want.â
You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didnât want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.
âEverything I said at Maudâs still stands. If you change your mind thatâs fine. Iâm not going to be mad.â
You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. âOkay.â You spoke in barely above a whisper.
Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, âIs this how you usually initiate?â
You raised your brows and shook your head, âWhat?â
âYou said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, Iâm not getting any signals that youâre interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but youâll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.â
âOh. Okay,â you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, âLike this?â
Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, âPerfect. Now at least it appears youâre not scared of me.â
âIâm not scared,â you quickly shook your head.
âI didnât think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.â
It made sense you guessed.
âI see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.â
He grinned, âSo tell me what normally happens when youâre with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.â
You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.
âWell, we were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about somethingââ
âBack up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?â
âOh, uhâŠâ you pursed your lips in thought. âWell, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didnât really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so⊠he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,â you shrugged. You didnât know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.
You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.
âAnd⊠he didnât return the favor? Like you didnât get anything?â
You shook your head, âI mean, I didnât ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.â
Harry frowned, âOkay. And did you hope heâd do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?â
Another shrug of your shoulders, âI mean⊠I didnât expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I donât know.â
âYou didnât expect it. But would you have liked it?â
Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, âI guess.â
âDid it turn you on?â
Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, âIt just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and weâd chat and maybe heâd have me stay longer and then⊠well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.â
Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, âAnd you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasnât worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.â
You let out a breath and laughed, âI know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured Iâd give him a pass.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky youâre still willing to give him another shot.â
âI guess I thought if I was better heâd want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.â
âIâm going to be honest, Y/n,â Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, âYouâre very cute and you probably wonât need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and Iâm ready to do whatever you want me to.â
It had been a surprise to hear that. You werenât sure what to do with that information but you couldnât help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.
âBut a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?â
Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, âThere we go. So pretty.â
You shook your head, âIâm sure you say that to everyone.â
Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, âNo. I donât. And I donât do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I donât tell them why but⊠Thereâs gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.â
You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.
âNow, even though weâre here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,â he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, âI donât like that he didnât offer to get you off too. Thatâs a big red flag in my book. I feel itâs important to give and to receive unless itâs explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought youâd get more. And that bothers me.â
âWell, heâs a nice guy. I think he just wasnât thinkingâŠâ
âHe wasnât thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesnât think about your needs, Iâd hope youâd end that relationship and seek someone whoâs willing to be less selfish with you.â
It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.
âI donât want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but thatâs just my take. Iâd never not offer to return the favor,â he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.
He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, âDo you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.â
You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.
 âSo, I can kiss you? Can we start there?â
You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, âYouâre a natural. See?â
Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harryâs face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.
It didnât take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate⊠not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.
For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like heâd pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadnât imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.
âDid he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?â
He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.
You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.
Harryâs eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, âI donât like him one bit. You deserve someone whoâs going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.â
He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.
Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which⊠it kind of was.
âGot me all hard already,â he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, âJust like that. Youâre already better than you think you are. Youâre driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?â
You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, âIâll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?â
Your eyes widened, âReally? I thought this was just forââ
âI have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you donât want that. Thatâs okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.â
âOkay,â your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, âIs it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think itâll feel less rushed.â
Obviously yes. You wouldnât dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.
The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.
Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, âYouâre doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. Iâm not here to make you do something you donât want. Okay?â
You nodded, âYeah. I know. I trust you.â
âGood. Just wanted to remind you is all. I donât want you to feel like you have to keep going even if Iâm enjoying it, which I have a feeling Iâm gonna like whatever you do to me.â
You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadnât even really gotten started yet.
Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, âCome here.â
You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, âCan we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?â
You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harryâs hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.
You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, âThere we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,â he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, âHow are you feeling?â
You put your palms on his shoulders, âGood. Feel good. And you?â
âIâm feeling great. Iâve got you here in my lap,â he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, âAnd I like you. I think thisâll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.â
You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, âI do feel at ease with you, Harry. Youâre really nice.â
âGood. Thatâs what I want to hear,â his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.
You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.
He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.
He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.
âYou can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever youâre more comfortable with.â
You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, âIâll do it. Do guys like that more?â
He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, âYeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she canât wait â the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldnât complain if you wanted me to do it myself.â
You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.
The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when youâd pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was⊠well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on Godâs green earth youâd be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.
âYou donât have to have it all in there. This isnât a porno. I donât need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as itâs nice and wet itâs gonna feel really good.â
You nodded. It was a relief that he wasnât expecting you to deepthroat that thing, âDo you like it when someone can take it all the way?â
Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, âWell⊠only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasnât into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.â
You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how youâd do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, âGo in however you want. Letâs see how you normally go about giving a blow job.â
âOkay. YeahâŠâ You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.
After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.
Harryâs fingers gently pushed at your chin, âIâd like you to do one thing for me, Y/nâŠâ your eyes shot up to his, âCan you keep your eyes on me, just like youâre doing right now?â
You pulled off and nodded, âYeah. Sorry.â
Harry tutted at you, âYou didnât do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.â
Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadnât been looking at him.
When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, âY/n⊠fuck⊠thatâs really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.â
The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.
The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.
And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasnât all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.
Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.
It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didnât always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didnât have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).
The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if heâd help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best⊠and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.
He wasnât trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a âsessionâ then so be it.
When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, âOh thatâs goodâŠâ He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.
Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.
âYouâre perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day Iâd have no complaints. Thatâs the work of someone whoâs into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,â he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.
âThank you,â you grinned shyly.
Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, âThereâs this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?â
You nodded.
âItâs called the perineum. This spot,â he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, âFeels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while youâre also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. Itâs also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, âcause maybe heâs taking too long,â he grinned.
He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harryâs brows narrowed and his lips parted, âLetâs do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?â
Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.
You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.
âFuck! YesâŠâ
You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.
You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.
He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, âY/n⊠yes⊠honey Iâm gonna come. Thatâs so good. Youâre so good for me⊠holy shit⊠where do you want me to come, huh?â
You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, âJust come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.â
He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job youâd ever given. And you werenât even receiving⊠the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.
You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.
When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.
And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didnât but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.
But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.
Harryâs moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, âSâgood. Fuck that was good.â He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.
He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, âCan we get this off?â
You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. Youâd heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite intoâŠ
You gulped when you felt Harryâs big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.
âSo pretty, Y/n,â he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.
A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasnât some kind of expert.
Harryâs bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.
âIâm gonna pull these down, okay?â
Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You werenât sure when youâd gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.
And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.
Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.
The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.
âY/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you donât like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and Iâm gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.â
Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.
When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, âTastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?â
He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, âYeah. Okay. If you want.â
He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.
You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.
Youâd had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you werenât sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work⊠well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.
He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which⊠that had you on edge already.
When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.
You couldnât help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, âOh god, HarryâŠâ
But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldnât get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.
When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, thatâs absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You werenât sure youâd ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.
âFuck, thatâs good⊠holy shit, HarryâŠâ
He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didnât like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.
He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.
The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.
Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly⊠he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.
You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.
âOh⊠gonna co⊠oh fuck, gonna comeâŠâ you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.
You didnât realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didnât deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.
If he didnât have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew youâd like to hear.
He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, âSo fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/nâŠâ He spoke between kisses.
âDid that all for me? Yeah?â
You couldnât answer him. Not in that moment. Youâd just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.
âYou are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?â He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.
Harry didnât rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.
âFeel okay?â
You nodded and smiled, âReally good.â
âStay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.â Harry wasnât sure why he asked you that. While he didnât usually rush anyone out, he didnât typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped youâd stick around a bit longer.
You sat up, âOh. Thatâs really nice of you. But⊠maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.â
Youâd have loved to stay for dinner but you also didnât want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long youâd probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.
âOf course. Just thought Iâd ask.â
There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasnât offended that you didnât want to stay. Heâd had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.
Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didnât even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didnât even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didnât really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didnât even get anything out of it.
Youâd be wary of Gunther. Youâd give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you werenât going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.
When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, âDrink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?â He looked down at his phone as he asked.
âOh⊠uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.â
He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, âUber will be here for you in three minutes. Iâll walk you down, okay?â
âWait. You didnât have to do that! Um⊠I can walk or get an Uber myself itâsââ
He shook his head and grinned, âI know I didnât have to but itâs getting late. Donât want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,â he laughed.
You pointed at him, âFine. But Iâm gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?â
âNot necessary. Now come on,â he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, âLetâs go downstairs and wait forâŠâ he looked at his phone, âRebecca in a white Trail Blazer.â
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just watched amazing spider man (again) and⊠hear me out⊠Harry being a vigilante and y/n being a police officers daughterâŠ..and he sneaks into her room through the window and heâs all bruised and she patches him up and babies him because she gets so worried about him and they have to keep their relationship a secret bc her dads hunting him down but she loves him too much to be without him and
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the game [tennisplayer!harry x tennisplayer!y/n]
synopsis: y/n's desperate to play tennis and who better to coach her than her rival
word count: 6.7k
contains: enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, jealous h, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals
a/n: this is the very first part of a new series that i am soooooo beyond excited to be writing !! it will most likely have 4/5 parts <333 enjoy !!!
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Crestwood Academy was a prestigious boarding school with a mission to cultivate excellence in its students, many of whom went on to achieve great success in their respective fields. Nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, it welcomed only the most accomplished families into its esteemed halls.
Y/N had attended Crestwood Academy since she was five, thanks to her father, who owned a country club and could afford the tuition. Her parents, strict and focused on success, were determined to give her the best education possible so that she could be the very best. Her face was always buried in a book or spending her days in the library, right up until the very last minute of its opening hours.Â
It was her final year at Crestwood Academy before graduation. Y/N had been set on passing all of her exams at the top of her class so had been working extra hard. She studied English, maths, all three sciences, Latin, French and History as well as tennis.Â
Y/N's parents had always urged her to pursue a career in the top industries. Despite her efforts to feign interest in that direction, her heart had always belonged to tennis ever since she first took up the sport at Crestwood.
She had competed plenty, winning all the academy trophies and medals. Her parents would visit whenever she competed in finals and congratulated her on winning but saw it as nothing but a hobby to participate in when she wasnât studying.Â
However, Y/N couldnât deny herself the rush of playing knowing sheâd have to part with the sport once she graduated. The career path of becoming a doctor was already laid out for her by her parents but she felt destined to follow a different path.Â
Despite the fact she had applied to dozens of schools to study medicine, she still had one more option that had nothing to do with science at all.Â
Every year, the academies hosted their own version of a grand slam in which the winning player received a scholarship and three years' worth of training from one of the top tennis academies in the world. Y/N longed to be at the top with the greats and she knew that this competition was the only way she could get there.Â
For the most part, Y/N had been self-taught. She watched videos online and took notes from the Wimbledon matches sheâd see on the television. Crestwood only had one sports coach who focused most of their time on the football team so if she was going to win the scholarship, she needed the very best.Â
She sat on the bleachers, her book open in front of her, but her attention was drawn to the man on the court. The playerâs movements were fluid and powerful, each action deliberate and precise. Yet, it was another man who held her gazeâa figure with an impassive expression, focused solely on his player.
When the match was over, Y/N slammed her book shut and walked towards the court after the players shook hands. Her eyes looked down at the limp in his step as he walked towards the cooler to grab a water bottle.Â
It had been a while since she had last seen him. She remembered the proud look on his parentâs faces when he was pulled out of Crestwood eighteen months ago and went on to win a grand slam in Australia. She could still feel the intense jealousy that filled her as she watched the match on television whilst studying for her chemistry test that he was also supposed to sit had he stayed.Â
Now he was here, back to his roots and maybe it had been fate because what she was about to ask him would determine her own path in the tennis career she longed for.Â
His hair was slightly longer now, his brunette, touseled curls were swept to the side in a loose, dishevelled manner. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes from the sunlight and a navy tracksuit paired with white vans.Â
Seeing him brought back the once competitive emotions she had whenever sheâd see him strut about the courts every lunchtime but sheâd have to suppress those emotions, especially for what she was about to ask him.Â
âExcuse me, Harry?â Y/N called out.Â
He took a water bottle from the cooler and flicked off the cap before holding it to his lips and gulping it down. Y/N waited, crossing her arms as she did. âIâve been waiting for you to show up.â Was the first thing he said.Â
Y/N didnât know what to say. It was unexpected to know that he had been waiting to see her, âI didnât know you were part of the furniture on these courts,â He smirks and Y/Nâs jaw ticks. âAnd you still sit in the exact same spot on those bleachers, to what? Admire me?â
Y/N bristled at Harry's cocky remark, her irritation bubbling to the surface. "Hardly," she retorted, her tone sharp. "I have better things to do than waste my time watching you play."
Harry chuckled, his smirk widening as he leaned against the cooler. "Is that so? Then what brings you here?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. âCome to get an autograph?â
Y/N squared her shoulders, determined not to let his arrogance get under her skin. "I was actually hoping to talk to you about something," she replied, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.
Harry raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" he inquired, his gaze piercing as he studied her intently.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage and suppressed her pride, "I want you to coach me," she blurted out, her words hanging in the air between them.Â
Harry made no effort to hide the surprise on his face but it quickly melted into a cocky smirk, âYou want me to coach you? I thought you hated me?âÂ
âI do,â She replies quickly. Sheâd hated him ever since he had humiliated her in a battle of the sexes tennis tournament when they were young despite the fact she had little chance of winning against him anyway. âBut I donât have to like you to recognise your talent and right now you're the best and only coach I can get if Iâm going to win that scholarship,â
Harryâs eyebrows furrowed slightly, âYour parents still want you to study medicine?â Something flickered in his eyes that Y/N couldnât put her finger on.Â
Y/N wasnât going to give him an answer even though it was obvious, âThis is the only chance I get to escape it,â She mutters, âI wouldnât ask unless I was desperate.â
He glanced around before taking a step forward. She was tempted to step back at the same time but she didnât want to seem intimidated by him so stood her ground. From this proximity, she noticed how much taller he was compared to her - almost an entire foot.Â
âWhatâs in it for me?â He asked.
Y/N knew heâd ask which was why she spent so much time figuring out what she could tell him to make it worthwhile. âI know about your injury,â She says and he stills.
âEveryone knows about my injury.â He grumbles.Â
It had been a spectacle in the world of tennis. The new grand slam winner loses out on his second after a fatal injury at the French Open. Y/N remembered seeing him rolling on the ground, holding onto his leg as paramedics ran onto the court to aid him.Â
âPeople think youâre a one-hit wonder since youâre out for the season,â His jaw clenched as she spoke, âBut if you coach me and get me to win, I guarantee youâll be out on the court again - back where you belong,â
âYou think an academy league game can get my back onto the court?â
âNo, but it's a start and maybe Iâll be competing alongside you the next time youâre playing.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze searching hers for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he let out a heavy sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Fine," he relented, his voice tinged with resignation. "You want me to coach you? Prove youâre worth coaching.âÂ
He walked over to the barrel of tennis rackets and picked one up. Y/N narrowed her eyes, remembering the last time they had played against each other and how embarrassed she was afterwards.Â
âBut youâre-â
âOne game wonât hurt,â He said before she could finish.Â
She followed, her steps purposeful as she reached for a racket, flipping it over in her hands as she strode to the other end of the court. Despite being clad in her school uniformâa pleated skirt, white shirt with the school crest, and loafers that threatened to slide off her feetâshe was determined to prove herself. She'd show him she was worth his time, that she was a far better tennis player than he gave her credit for.
As they took their positions on opposite ends of the court, the tension between them crackled in the air. Y/N gripped her racket tightly, her focus sharp as she prepared to face off against Harry once again.
The first serve sliced through the air, the sound echoing as the ball hurtled towards Y/N. She moved with fluidly, her muscles tensing as she returned the serve.
Harry's response was swift, his movements confident as he returned the ball with a well-placed shot that left Y/N scrambling to keep up. Even with his injury, he still held the precision of a professional. But she refused to back down, her determination driving her to match him shot for shot, rally after rally.
The game intensified as they traded blows, each point reflecting their skills and determination. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she fought to keep pace with Harry, her mind focused solely on the ball. Both Y/N and Harry vocally exerted their energy through grunts and cries as they hit the ball with all their energy.Â
Despite her efforts, Harry seemed to anticipate her every move. But Y/N refused to be outdone, drawing on every ounce of strength and skill as she fought to gain the upper hand.
As the game progressed, Harry's skill and experience began to overthrow her. His shots were close to perfect and strategic, leaving Y/N struggling to keep up. Despite her determination, she found herself falling behind as Harry continued to dominate the match.
In the end, it was Harry who emerged victorious, his final shot landing just beyond Y/N's reach with a satisfying thud. As the ball bounced out of the court, Y/N knew that she had been outplayed.
She rested her hands on her knees, hunched over as she tried to regain her breath. She couldnât help but feel disappointed that sheâd lost despite the fact she was at a disadvantage anyway.Â
Harryâs shadow fell over her but she refused to look up just yet. He spoke anyway, âYouâve gotten better since the last time I saw you,â He spoke, holding a cold water bottle in front of her face.Â
She took it, the plastic crackling under her fingers, âYou can just say youâre not going to do it,â She mumbled, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of water.Â
âIâll coach you,â He says, âMeet me here at 6 pm tomorrow.âÂ
Y/N finally looked up, her mouth parted, only to find his back facing her as he walked away from the courts.Â
. . .Â
Harry had no idea what he had agreed to in coaching Y/N at tennis.Â
He sat in his luxurious apartment ten minutes away from Crestwood Academy, surrounded by furniture wrapped in plastic or still in cardboard boxes.Â
He sat on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him and a glass of whiskey in his hand. The TV was playing quietly in front of him but his mind was on the girl he had spent the majority of his life competing with.Â
She had grown since the last time he had seen her before he graduated and left the country to compete in the Australian Open. Her long, tanned legs were on show beneath the grey school skirt she had been wearing. He couldnât seem to get the image of the visible muscles in her calves out of his mind as she moved across the court to hit the ball during their impromptu tennis match.Â
Despite their personal differences, Harry couldn't resist her. There was an undeniable thrill in riling her up, in watching her reactions to the smallest digs. They had once been friends, back when Y/N would trail after him on the playground, eager to understand how to hit a ball with a tennis racket. But as she began competing in school competitions, she quickly learned that beating him was an impossible feat.Â
He wasnât surprised to see her watching him on the court today, in fact, it amused him. Whether she liked it or not, he would always look out in the bleachers for her whenever heâd play during his time at the academy. Her reactions were what kept him going, some might even say made him better.Â
But, he couldnât deny the fact that he was surprised to see her so brazenly asking him to coach her. He could tell by her reaction that it was killing her inside, to be coached by him when all sheâd done was pick apart his technique, but it was clear she was desperate and Harry knew it was because of her parents.Â
Harry had had his fair dose of strict parentage. When he was told he could no longer play tennis for the season, his parents shipped him straight back to Crestwood to finish his final year since he never actually graduated.Â
He loathed them for it, barely saying a word to them as they paid the rent in cash for his apartment and left him with boxes to unpack on his own. He knew they were disappointed in him despite the fact the injury was no fault of his own, they could barely look at him as they left, closing the door behind them.Â
It was embarrassing. How could he have gone from being at the top of his game to the very bottom? Now he was back in the place he had turned his back on, feeling like he was back to square one all over again.Â
Harryâs thoughts were broken by the sound of his phone ringing. The name of his best friend since he was born lit up the screen.
âWhat?â Harry answered the call, his train of thought forming a particular level of intolerance in him.
âHey, is that any way to talk to your best friend?â Mitch replied along with the sound of loud chattering in the background because he always had to be somewhere with someone.Â
âSorry,â Harry huffed, âLong day.â
âAlready? Youâve not even started classes yet,â Mitch chuckled.
âDonât remind me,â Harry hadnât even begun thinking about being back in classrooms and having to put up with kids his age berating him with questions he didnât want to answer. Tomorrow would be his first day back and he was dreading it.
âCâmon now, donât be too glum about it, havenât you missed me?âÂ
âNo,â Harry lied.Â
âI know you well enough now to know when youâre lying.â Mitch laughed down the phone.Â
A hint of a smile grazed Harryâs lips, "Whatever," he replied, his tone gruff but lacking conviction. Despite his attempt to feign disinterest, a part of him couldn't deny the truth in Mitch's words. There had been many moments he had experienced after leaving school when he missed the company of people his own age. Everyone around him was older than he was and spoke to him as though he was some prized trophy that needed to be handled with caution. Heâd spend evenings by the pool by himself, watching the sunset and wishing his friends were there to celebrate his win with him.Â
"I'll take that as a yes," Mitch teased, âI know the boys will be happy to have yâ back and I can introduce you to Sarah. I think Molly Brown still has a thing for you as well by the way, talks about you all the fuckinâ time.â Harry listened to his friend ramble about all the things he had missed in the last year or so but his mind seemed to travel elsewhere.Â
His eyes wandered around the room, his ear still pressed to his phone, until they landed on an open box with a picture frame resting on top. He recognized the photo immediately, even without picking it up, because he had kept it hidden in his old dorm desk. In the picture, a group of eight studentsâfour boys and four girlsâsmiled at the camera, with Harry standing at the back and Y/N right beside him.
. . .Â
Y/N slammed the door of her locker shut after pulling out her workbooks for her next class. Students bustled down the hallways of Crestwood Academy, wearing their navy blazers and uniform for another week of school.Â
âHave you seen him yet?â Sarah, Y/Nâs best friend, came out of nowhere and stood in front of her.Â
âSeen who?â Y/N remained indifferent even though she knew who Sarah was referring to.Â
Everyone had been talking about Harry since she had walked into school from her dorm room this morning. It was the main topic of conversation, everyoneâs eyes darting around the hallways to try and find him.Â
âYou know,â Sarah nudged her, âThe boy youâve spent most of your life in a one-sided rivalry with?âÂ
âOne-sided? Itâs a mutual hatred,â Y/N argued.
Sarah gave her a look before continuing, âI texted Mitch twenty minutes ago but he hasnât replied. I know Iâve met Harry before but this is the first time Iâll be meeting him as Mitchâs girlfriend and I donât want it to change anything.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened, âSarah, just because heâs the winner of a grand slam doesnât make his opinion of you any more important. Whether Harry likes you or not, everyone knows you and Mitch are perfect for each other.â
Y/N remembered the first time her friend had told her she was seeing Mitch. He had taken her out to dinner a few times and Sarah had come back to their shared dorm swooning and unable to stop herself from rambling the rest of the night about how romantic and funny he was.Â
Y/N had never experienced anything like that in her life, too busy focusing on tennis and academia to find herself in relationships, but she was happy her best friend was happy and that was all that mattered to her.Â
âI know but heâs important to Mitch. Theyâve been best friends since infants and⊠thatâs not all Iâm worried about,â Sarah looked at Y/N pointedly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNow that Mitch and I are together, that means weâll be spending more time around each other which also meansâŠâ Sarah didnât have to finish her sentence for Y/N to understand what she was trying to get at.Â
âOh n-no! No way! Sarah, are you being serious right now?â Y/N whined, âYou want me to get along with Harry just because youâre dating his best friend?â
âYou donât have to but it would be nice if you did,â Her voice trailed off at the end, her eyes looking at her pleadingly, âIâm not asking you to be best friends, Iâm just asking you not to chew his head off when weâre all in the same room together.â
Y/N wanted to argue and tell her she wouldnât be able to chew his head off anyway because she needed him to coach her for the scholarship but an arm slid around Sarahâs waist and interrupted their conversation.Â
Sarah grinned, turning to look up at her boyfriend who was now standing beside her, âHey babe,â Mitch smiled.
âYouâre here,â Sarah craned her neck to kiss his lips, âI texted you forever ago and you never replied.
Mitch scoffed, âIt was twenty minutes ago and I didnât have time to check my phone, too busy dragging this one through the front gates.â
Out of the corner of Y/N's eye, another figure appeared. She didnât have to look to see who it was, the sudden surge of annoyance within her already gave them away. Her head tilted to the left to look up and see Harry.Â
He was wearing his school uniform, the same way he always did before he left for Australia. His shirt was untucked, and the top button was undone revealing a gold chain and a white vest underneath, his grey trousers were ironed with not a crinkle in sight and his navy blazer hung casually behind him, hooked by his middle finger.
Y/Nâs eyes shifted behind him to find people whispering to each other and groups of girls giggling as they walked past. It was nothing new to see girls getting riled up over him but it had become more intensified now that he had gone abroad and made a name for himself. Despite his injury preventing him from playing, Y/N was certain that even if Harry had lost every game and embarrassed himself on live television, people would still adore him.
âHey Harry,â Sarah offered a kind smile.
âHi Sarah, nice to see you again. Glad to know Mitch was in good hands whilst I was away,â Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder before turning to Y/N.
âOnly the very best,â Mitch pulled Sarah into his side before motioning to Y/N, âYou remember Sarahâs best friend Y/N right?â
âHmmm, arenât you the one who lost the Junior tennis competition to me a few years ago?â Harry smirked.
Y/N's jaw clenched, but she managed to force a smile. "I could be, but arenât you the one who they recorded rolling around on the floor like a big baby at the French Open last year?" Her retort was sharp, aimed directly at Harry.
Harry's eyes narrowed in response, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction at having gotten such a reaction from him. "Welcome back to Crestwood," she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Mitch and Sarah exchanged weary glances, sensing the tension between Y/N and Harry.
"Quite a welcome. Iâve already been asked to coach someone and Iâve only been back a week," Harry remarked, his gaze still fixed on Y/N, who met his stare with a glare of her own.
"You have?" Mitch frowned, his confusion evident.
"Who?" Sarah asked, equally perplexed.
Harry's eyes remained locked on Y/N, giving them their answer. "You asked him to coach you?" Sarah questioned her confusion mirroring Mitch's.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, "Yeah, I did," she admitted reluctantly, her gaze flickering briefly to Harry before returning to Mitch and Sarah.
"Why would you ask him to coach you?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing in confusion, âYou argue all the time,âÂ
Y/N hesitated, âI need to win the scholarship to the tennis academy in London and Harryâs the only person here who knows how to play the game.âÂ
âGlad to know I was the pick of the bunch,â Harryâs voice dripped with sarcasm.Â
âI thought you were applying to go to UCL?â Sarah frowned.Â
âI was but you know how much the game means to me and my parents refuse to believe itâs more than just a hobby. This is the only chance Iâll get to prove them wrong and the only option to get me out of studying medicine.â Y/N explained.Â
Sarahâs eyes softened, she too was no stranger to how strict Y/Nâs parents could be. âWhich is why she needs me,â Y/N felt the weight of his arm rest across her shoulders, âRight, love?âÂ
Y/N spun around to face Harry, eyes sharp, âDonât call me that,â She hissed, seeing the satisfied grin on his face.Â
He shrugged, âBut I always call you that,âÂ
Ever since they were teenagers, when the rivalry first began, Harry had opted to calling Y/N âloveâ knowing how much it riled her up. To some, it was a term of endearment but in the world of tennis the word âloveâ meant one thing.Â
âNil, âZeroâ, âLoserâ.Â
Y/N hated the way he spoke it too - accentuating each letter of the word to drag it out for as long as he could just to annoy her further.Â
She stepped forward, âCall me that one more time,â She threatened.
âOr what?â He tilted his head to the side.Â
âGuys seriously, break it up,â Sarah intervened, âArenât you supposed to be getting along if youâre going to be spending more time together.â
Y/N hated the thought of it but knew she was right. If she wanted Harry to coach her, she couldnât go around screwing things up by arguing with him. If he was going to coach her at the sport, sheâd have to coach herself in controlling her attitude around him.Â
âCâmon Sarah, letâs go to class,â Y/N hooked arms with her best friend, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.Â
âOh okay, bye Mitch.â Sarah kissed her boyfriend before she was dragged down the hallway in a hurry.
Harry watched as Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway with Sarah in tow. He felt the need to call out of her for one last dig just so she would turn around and heâd see her face before she rounded the corner, âSee you on the courts, love.â He called down to her.Â
As he had hoped, Y/Nâs head whipped around to glare at him along with her middle finger, âAsshole!â She called back.
Harry chuckled to himself, âThat face,â he murmured.Â
Mitch placed a hand on Harryâs shoulder, âYouâve got it in for yourself with that one, lad.â Mitch said.
âTell me about it,â Harry replied, his eyes still on the place heâd last seen Y/N.Â
Maybe returning to Crestwood wouldnât be so bad after all.Â
. . .Â
With Harry back, Y/N had suspected the day would be a drag with everyone constantly bringing him up in every conversation, but the first half of the day had gone well. Y/N was easily used to her classes by now and was still top of the class in all of them.Â
During lunch period, Y/N always sat with Sarah in the library where theyâd catch up on what they missed out on each otherâs lives or study during exam season. It was nice to have some reprieve during the school hours and whenever she was with Sarah, Y/N could talk for hours and hours.
Now that Sarah was dating Mitch, Y/N and Sarah would spend their lunch with his friends in the lunch hall. Y/N didnât mind it so much having grown used to being around Mitchâs friends despite their loud and boisterous personalities.Â
However, today she was dreading the fact that now her lunchtimes would also include being around the person she wanted to spend as little amount of time with as possible.Â
âCanât we just eat in the library today? Please?â Y/N pulled on the sleeve of her best friend's blazer as she begged her to turn back in the direction of the library. She could already picture Harryâs annoying smirk the closer they got to the entrance of the lunch hall.
âY/N youâre being dramatic. Itâs just an hour, Iâm sure you can survive being around him that long.â Sarah continued to tug her down the hallway.
âSarah I already have to spend enough time as it is,â Now that she asked him to be her coach. The more the day went by the more she was starting to regret her decision.Â
Sarah spun on her heel, âThink of this as practice then,â Her eyes looked past Y/Nâs shoulder, âLook, there they are,â She moved past her and beelined towards their table where Y/N saw Mitch, Jake and Adam already sitting along with that head of brunette curls that Y/N just wanted to tear out every time she saw him.Â
Sighing, she followed Sarah and approached the table responding to everyoneâs friendly greetings until she got to Harry, âYouâre in my seat,â She spoke after realising all the seats were taken.Â
Harry didnât bother to look around, that stupid grin plastered to his face when he looked up at her, âAm I?âÂ
Y/N gritted her teeth, âYes,â
âHmm,â He swivelled around to look at the back of the chair, âI donât see your name anywhere.â
A wave of chuckles rippled around the table but Y/N had yet to find the amusement in it. âShe does always sit there, H.â Mitch chuckles, âJust grab another chair from a different table.â
Harry leant back against the seat and crossed one leg over his thigh, âBut I quite like this seat.âÂ
âIâm not moving until you get out of my seat,â Y/N crossed her arms, refusing to give in to him.Â
âWell youâre going to be stood up for a long time and yâ need those legs for later,â Harry smirked, âOr you could just sit here,â He unfolded his legs and motioned towards his lap, âStill your seat.âÂ
Y/Nâs jaw clenched but before she could respond, Adam chuckled and stood up, âHere,â He picked another chair up from an empty table and set it down next to him, âYâ can sit here Y/N.âÂ
She was tempted to refuse and continue to nag Harry for the rest of lunch but decided against it, not wanting to waste her energy on him. Her eyes softened at Adamâs kindness, âThanks, Adam.â She sat beside him.Â
Harryâs smirk seemed to falter when Y/N sat down, watching as Adam looked at Y/N even as she turned to face the others.Â
âIs that Molly Brown looking at yâ again Harry?â Jake, who Y/N considered the loudest one of Mitchâs friends, leant over the table to speak lowly to Harry even though it was impossible for him to ever be so quiet.Â
Harry forced himself to look away from Adam before he burnt holes into him. âSheâs been after him since fifth year,â Mitch chuckled.Â
âYâ think youâll let her have it this year, H?â Jake takes a spoonful of his lunch and swallows it down.Â
âHave what?â Sarah frowned, confused.
âNothing you need to know about, babe,â Mitch replies, opening her waterbottle for her after she silently handed it to him.Â
âIâve never been interested in Molly,â Harry quickly replies but his ears prick when he hears Y/N laughing quietly with Adam.Â
âMind if I take my chances then?â Jake asks, âIâve always wanted to date a cheerleader,âÂ
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â Harry shakes him off, âWhat about you Adam?â He gets the attention from both Y/N and Adam as they look up, âDonât you have a thing for Molly?â
Adam furrows his brows, âMolly Brown? Maybe in like third year,â He chuckles, âIâm not interested in anyone at the moment.â
Harry wants to laugh in his face, âYâ sure about that?â
Adam frowns but Y/N quickly interrupts them, âPeople are allowed to have other interests you know.â
Harry feels that rush of excitement when she speaks run through his body, âIs this a touchy subject for you?â
Y/N scowls, âNo, Iâm just saying Adam doesnât need to be interested in girlâs all the time.â
âWell maybe Adam can speak for himself,â Harry quips.
âLord save me,â Jake mumbles and Sarah laughs.
âWell what about you? Have you managed to sink your fangs into anyone?âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Y/N gapes, âIâve dated plenty of people,â
The image unsettles Harry but he takes the opportunity to tease Y/N further. "Plenty of people, huh?" he echoes.
Y/N's cheeks flush slightly, "I mean... well, not plenty, but a few," she stammers.
But Harry doesn't let up, "Oh, really?" he presses, "Care to share? I'm sure we'd all love to hear about the few men who youâve tempted."
Y/N shoots him a glare, knowing full well that Harry was onto her. "I... uh, well," she stumbles over her words, searching for a way to change the subject.
But before she can respond, Adam jumps in. "Come on, Harry, give her a break," he glowers.Â
âYeah, Y/Nâs just waiting for the right guy and thereâs nothing wrong with that,â Sarah pipes in, always one to have her best friendâs back.
Harry raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Adam before settling on Y/N, who shifts uncomfortably. Sensing the tension, Mitch swiftly changes the subject to something else.
. . .Â
After lunch, Y/N made her way to her next class with Adam walking alongside her. Out of all of Mitchâs friends, she got on the most with Adam to the point where Sarah was constantly pestering her over considering a date with him but Y/N didnât see him as any more than a good friend. He was quiet and kept to himself for the most part, excelling in the arts and playing bass guitar in a band on weekends. Y/N enjoyed the calmness he brought to the group especially with the others being so loud all the time.Â
âWhat do you think?â Adam asked, holding the strap of his backpack in one hand as it hung over his right shoulder.Â
âWhat do I think about what?â Y/N frowned.Â
âYou know, Harry being back. I know you two didnât always get along,â He explained.
Y/N scoffed, âIf it werenât for the fact heâs coaching me for the Academy Slam, I would be praying to whatever God thatâd listen to send him back to Australia,â Which was also the furthest possible country he could be away from her.Â
Adam chuckled, âHe told us earlier heâd be coaching you,âÂ
Y/N scowled, âI bet he couldnât get enough of it,âÂ
âActually he seemed pretty happy about it. We havenât seen him that happy since he got back from Australia.â
âReally? Maybe that injury did something to his head,âÂ
âWhat makes you hate him so much anyway?â Adam asked.Â
Y/N sighed. It was a question she heard often but never had a solid answer for. She couldn't quite explain why she disliked Harry so much. Maybe it was because he had things she wanted, and jealousy often turned into hatred. But there was something more, something she couldn't quite pin down.
Despite her dislike, Y/N went to all of Harry's matches, and she watched them on TV too. Even when she tried to stay in her room, her legs seemed to move on their own, taking her to the courts to watch him play. She hated that part of her rooted for him, and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because Harry had been the first person to teach her how to play and she felt some sense of loyalty to that but she had no perfect answer even though she wished for one.Â
âHis face annoys me,â Y/N says.
âThatâs it?â Adam snickers.Â
âI donât know,â Y/N shrugs, âWeâve always had this rivalry that stemmed out of nowhere but I canât even remember how it started.â
âYou donât have feelings for him do you?â The question came out of nowhere and took Y/N completely off-guard.Â
"What? No!" Y/N's response came out a little too quickly, and she hoped her cheeks hadn't betrayed her by turning red.
Adam shrugged. "Just making sure," he said casually. "You know, some people get them mixed upâlove and hate."
Y/N furrowed her brow, genuinely puzzled. "How is that even possible?"
"Well, they're both intense emotions, aren't they?" He mused. "And sometimes, when you feel strongly about someone, whether it's love or hate, it can blur the lines between the two."
Y/N pondered his words, a sense of unease settling in her stomach, "No way," she replied firmly, shaking her head. "I may not like him, but there's definitely no love there."
Adam chuckled, sensing her defensiveness. "Alright, thatâs good," he said with a grin.
Y/N felt a hint of a smile on her lips, âWhat does that mean? Thatâs good?â
Adam shrugged, still smiling, âJusâ saying,â He spoke and Y/N laughed.Â
Her gaze flicked from Adam's to Harry, who stood in the hallway with Molly Brown, her brunette waves tied up in the perfect, slicked back ponytail. Hoping to slip by unnoticed, she quickened her pace, but it was too late. Harry's eyes locked onto hers, then shifted to Adam. She caught the subtle twitch of his jaw before he pushed off the wall, ignoring Molly, and strode toward them.
Adam must not have noticed Harry coming towards them because he quickly bid goodbye so he could rush to his literature class. Y/N picked up her pace but Harry was already by her side, âDo you like him?â Harry asked.
âWho Adam? Well letâs see, heâs nice and smart and doesnât feel the need to open his mouth every five seconds unlike some people I know, so yeah I do like him.âÂ
Harry scoffed, âHeâs a little boring donât you think?âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry's comment, a retort already forming on her lips. "Nice of you to say that about your own best friend," she quipped. "Makes me wonder what you say about me."
Before she could say anything more, she gasped in surprise as Harry tugged on her hand and swiftly spun her around until her back was against the row of lockers. Her heart raced as he stepped forward, blocking her in, and dipped his head closer to hers.
"I think we need some ground rules for this whole coaching thing," Harry murmured, his voice low. "If you're planning on winning, I recommend using your time more wisely instead of wasting it on nice boys."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. "Is that a rule or are you asking me not to date anyone?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Both," Harry replied, his tone unwavering.
Her mind raced, unsure how to respond, "What about you then?" she countered.
"Is that a personal request?" Harry's smirk widened, his gaze locking onto hers. "Because I'm the coach, and I set the ground rules so anything you ask me to do is because you want me to do it."
Y/N's heart pounded louder in her ears as Harry's proximity sent heat coursing through her, "It's only fair," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Harry chuckled softly. "Fine, if it makes you happy. But Iâm not interested in dating nice girls or boys anyway," he remarked with a smirk.
Y/N swallowed, her curiosity piqued. "What are you interested in?"Â
He smirked, "The game," he replied cryptically.
With that, he moved away from her, his eyes lingering on her lips for a moment before he turned and walked down the hallway, âSee you tonight, love.â He called back.Â
As the sound of his footsteps faded, Y/N stood there, stunned and unable to move. She was grateful that no one had witnessed the exchange as she pulled out her compact, trying to compose herself and hide the flush of embarrassment that coloured her cheeks.
As she hurried to class, already five minutes late, Y/N couldn't shake the intensity of her encounter with Harry. Sitting by the window, her mind wandered as the teacher lectured the class, her gaze drifting to the courts outside where she'd soon be training with him this evening.
This coach-student dynamic had unlocked a new territory between them, something unpredictable that Y/N had no choice but to delve into for the months ahead.Â
Yet, it was her only choice. Harry was the only way she could win and sheâd push through whatever feelings she had to get what she wanted.Â
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synopsis: y/n's desperate to play tennis and who better to coach her than her rival
word count: 6.7k
contains: enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, jealous h, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals
a/n: this is the very first part of a new series that i am soooooo beyond excited to be writing !! it will most likely have 4/5 parts <333 enjoy !!!
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Crestwood Academy was a prestigious boarding school with a mission to cultivate excellence in its students, many of whom went on to achieve great success in their respective fields. Nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, it welcomed only the most accomplished families into its esteemed halls.
Y/N had attended Crestwood Academy since she was five, thanks to her father, who owned a country club and could afford the tuition. Her parents, strict and focused on success, were determined to give her the best education possible so that she could be the very best. Her face was always buried in a book or spending her days in the library, right up until the very last minute of its opening hours.Â
It was her final year at Crestwood Academy before graduation. Y/N had been set on passing all of her exams at the top of her class so had been working extra hard. She studied English, maths, all three sciences, Latin, French and History as well as tennis.Â
Y/N's parents had always urged her to pursue a career in the top industries. Despite her efforts to feign interest in that direction, her heart had always belonged to tennis ever since she first took up the sport at Crestwood.
She had competed plenty, winning all the academy trophies and medals. Her parents would visit whenever she competed in finals and congratulated her on winning but saw it as nothing but a hobby to participate in when she wasnât studying.Â
However, Y/N couldnât deny herself the rush of playing knowing sheâd have to part with the sport once she graduated. The career path of becoming a doctor was already laid out for her by her parents but she felt destined to follow a different path.Â
Despite the fact she had applied to dozens of schools to study medicine, she still had one more option that had nothing to do with science at all.Â
Every year, the academies hosted their own version of a grand slam in which the winning player received a scholarship and three years' worth of training from one of the top tennis academies in the world. Y/N longed to be at the top with the greats and she knew that this competition was the only way she could get there.Â
For the most part, Y/N had been self-taught. She watched videos online and took notes from the Wimbledon matches sheâd see on the television. Crestwood only had one sports coach who focused most of their time on the football team so if she was going to win the scholarship, she needed the very best.Â
She sat on the bleachers, her book open in front of her, but her attention was drawn to the man on the court. The playerâs movements were fluid and powerful, each action deliberate and precise. Yet, it was another man who held her gazeâa figure with an impassive expression, focused solely on his player.
When the match was over, Y/N slammed her book shut and walked towards the court after the players shook hands. Her eyes looked down at the limp in his step as he walked towards the cooler to grab a water bottle.Â
It had been a while since she had last seen him. She remembered the proud look on his parentâs faces when he was pulled out of Crestwood eighteen months ago and went on to win a grand slam in Australia. She could still feel the intense jealousy that filled her as she watched the match on television whilst studying for her chemistry test that he was also supposed to sit had he stayed.Â
Now he was here, back to his roots and maybe it had been fate because what she was about to ask him would determine her own path in the tennis career she longed for.Â
His hair was slightly longer now, his brunette, touseled curls were swept to the side in a loose, dishevelled manner. He wore sunglasses to cover his eyes from the sunlight and a navy tracksuit paired with white vans.Â
Seeing him brought back the once competitive emotions she had whenever sheâd see him strut about the courts every lunchtime but sheâd have to suppress those emotions, especially for what she was about to ask him.Â
âExcuse me, Harry?â Y/N called out.Â
He took a water bottle from the cooler and flicked off the cap before holding it to his lips and gulping it down. Y/N waited, crossing her arms as she did. âIâve been waiting for you to show up.â Was the first thing he said.Â
Y/N didnât know what to say. It was unexpected to know that he had been waiting to see her, âI didnât know you were part of the furniture on these courts,â He smirks and Y/Nâs jaw ticks. âAnd you still sit in the exact same spot on those bleachers, to what? Admire me?â
Y/N bristled at Harry's cocky remark, her irritation bubbling to the surface. "Hardly," she retorted, her tone sharp. "I have better things to do than waste my time watching you play."
Harry chuckled, his smirk widening as he leaned against the cooler. "Is that so? Then what brings you here?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. âCome to get an autograph?â
Y/N squared her shoulders, determined not to let his arrogance get under her skin. "I was actually hoping to talk to you about something," she replied, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach.
Harry raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" he inquired, his gaze piercing as he studied her intently.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage and suppressed her pride, "I want you to coach me," she blurted out, her words hanging in the air between them.Â
Harry made no effort to hide the surprise on his face but it quickly melted into a cocky smirk, âYou want me to coach you? I thought you hated me?âÂ
âI do,â She replies quickly. Sheâd hated him ever since he had humiliated her in a battle of the sexes tennis tournament when they were young despite the fact she had little chance of winning against him anyway. âBut I donât have to like you to recognise your talent and right now you're the best and only coach I can get if Iâm going to win that scholarship,â
Harryâs eyebrows furrowed slightly, âYour parents still want you to study medicine?â Something flickered in his eyes that Y/N couldnât put her finger on.Â
Y/N wasnât going to give him an answer even though it was obvious, âThis is the only chance I get to escape it,â She mutters, âI wouldnât ask unless I was desperate.â
He glanced around before taking a step forward. She was tempted to step back at the same time but she didnât want to seem intimidated by him so stood her ground. From this proximity, she noticed how much taller he was compared to her - almost an entire foot.Â
âWhatâs in it for me?â He asked.
Y/N knew heâd ask which was why she spent so much time figuring out what she could tell him to make it worthwhile. âI know about your injury,â She says and he stills.
âEveryone knows about my injury.â He grumbles.Â
It had been a spectacle in the world of tennis. The new grand slam winner loses out on his second after a fatal injury at the French Open. Y/N remembered seeing him rolling on the ground, holding onto his leg as paramedics ran onto the court to aid him.Â
âPeople think youâre a one-hit wonder since youâre out for the season,â His jaw clenched as she spoke, âBut if you coach me and get me to win, I guarantee youâll be out on the court again - back where you belong,â
âYou think an academy league game can get my back onto the court?â
âNo, but it's a start and maybe Iâll be competing alongside you the next time youâre playing.âÂ
There was a moment of silence as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze searching hers for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he let out a heavy sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Fine," he relented, his voice tinged with resignation. "You want me to coach you? Prove youâre worth coaching.âÂ
He walked over to the barrel of tennis rackets and picked one up. Y/N narrowed her eyes, remembering the last time they had played against each other and how embarrassed she was afterwards.Â
âBut youâre-â
âOne game wonât hurt,â He said before she could finish.Â
She followed, her steps purposeful as she reached for a racket, flipping it over in her hands as she strode to the other end of the court. Despite being clad in her school uniformâa pleated skirt, white shirt with the school crest, and loafers that threatened to slide off her feetâshe was determined to prove herself. She'd show him she was worth his time, that she was a far better tennis player than he gave her credit for.
As they took their positions on opposite ends of the court, the tension between them crackled in the air. Y/N gripped her racket tightly, her focus sharp as she prepared to face off against Harry once again.
The first serve sliced through the air, the sound echoing as the ball hurtled towards Y/N. She moved with fluidly, her muscles tensing as she returned the serve.
Harry's response was swift, his movements confident as he returned the ball with a well-placed shot that left Y/N scrambling to keep up. Even with his injury, he still held the precision of a professional. But she refused to back down, her determination driving her to match him shot for shot, rally after rally.
The game intensified as they traded blows, each point reflecting their skills and determination. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she fought to keep pace with Harry, her mind focused solely on the ball. Both Y/N and Harry vocally exerted their energy through grunts and cries as they hit the ball with all their energy.Â
Despite her efforts, Harry seemed to anticipate her every move. But Y/N refused to be outdone, drawing on every ounce of strength and skill as she fought to gain the upper hand.
As the game progressed, Harry's skill and experience began to overthrow her. His shots were close to perfect and strategic, leaving Y/N struggling to keep up. Despite her determination, she found herself falling behind as Harry continued to dominate the match.
In the end, it was Harry who emerged victorious, his final shot landing just beyond Y/N's reach with a satisfying thud. As the ball bounced out of the court, Y/N knew that she had been outplayed.
She rested her hands on her knees, hunched over as she tried to regain her breath. She couldnât help but feel disappointed that sheâd lost despite the fact she was at a disadvantage anyway.Â
Harryâs shadow fell over her but she refused to look up just yet. He spoke anyway, âYouâve gotten better since the last time I saw you,â He spoke, holding a cold water bottle in front of her face.Â
She took it, the plastic crackling under her fingers, âYou can just say youâre not going to do it,â She mumbled, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of water.Â
âIâll coach you,â He says, âMeet me here at 6 pm tomorrow.âÂ
Y/N finally looked up, her mouth parted, only to find his back facing her as he walked away from the courts.Â
. . .Â
Harry had no idea what he had agreed to in coaching Y/N at tennis.Â
He sat in his luxurious apartment ten minutes away from Crestwood Academy, surrounded by furniture wrapped in plastic or still in cardboard boxes.Â
He sat on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him and a glass of whiskey in his hand. The TV was playing quietly in front of him but his mind was on the girl he had spent the majority of his life competing with.Â
She had grown since the last time he had seen her before he graduated and left the country to compete in the Australian Open. Her long, tanned legs were on show beneath the grey school skirt she had been wearing. He couldnât seem to get the image of the visible muscles in her calves out of his mind as she moved across the court to hit the ball during their impromptu tennis match.Â
Despite their personal differences, Harry couldn't resist her. There was an undeniable thrill in riling her up, in watching her reactions to the smallest digs. They had once been friends, back when Y/N would trail after him on the playground, eager to understand how to hit a ball with a tennis racket. But as she began competing in school competitions, she quickly learned that beating him was an impossible feat.Â
He wasnât surprised to see her watching him on the court today, in fact, it amused him. Whether she liked it or not, he would always look out in the bleachers for her whenever heâd play during his time at the academy. Her reactions were what kept him going, some might even say made him better.Â
But, he couldnât deny the fact that he was surprised to see her so brazenly asking him to coach her. He could tell by her reaction that it was killing her inside, to be coached by him when all sheâd done was pick apart his technique, but it was clear she was desperate and Harry knew it was because of her parents.Â
Harry had had his fair dose of strict parentage. When he was told he could no longer play tennis for the season, his parents shipped him straight back to Crestwood to finish his final year since he never actually graduated.Â
He loathed them for it, barely saying a word to them as they paid the rent in cash for his apartment and left him with boxes to unpack on his own. He knew they were disappointed in him despite the fact the injury was no fault of his own, they could barely look at him as they left, closing the door behind them.Â
It was embarrassing. How could he have gone from being at the top of his game to the very bottom? Now he was back in the place he had turned his back on, feeling like he was back to square one all over again.Â
Harryâs thoughts were broken by the sound of his phone ringing. The name of his best friend since he was born lit up the screen.
âWhat?â Harry answered the call, his train of thought forming a particular level of intolerance in him.
âHey, is that any way to talk to your best friend?â Mitch replied along with the sound of loud chattering in the background because he always had to be somewhere with someone.Â
âSorry,â Harry huffed, âLong day.â
âAlready? Youâve not even started classes yet,â Mitch chuckled.
âDonât remind me,â Harry hadnât even begun thinking about being back in classrooms and having to put up with kids his age berating him with questions he didnât want to answer. Tomorrow would be his first day back and he was dreading it.
âCâmon now, donât be too glum about it, havenât you missed me?âÂ
âNo,â Harry lied.Â
âI know you well enough now to know when youâre lying.â Mitch laughed down the phone.Â
A hint of a smile grazed Harryâs lips, "Whatever," he replied, his tone gruff but lacking conviction. Despite his attempt to feign disinterest, a part of him couldn't deny the truth in Mitch's words. There had been many moments he had experienced after leaving school when he missed the company of people his own age. Everyone around him was older than he was and spoke to him as though he was some prized trophy that needed to be handled with caution. Heâd spend evenings by the pool by himself, watching the sunset and wishing his friends were there to celebrate his win with him.Â
"I'll take that as a yes," Mitch teased, âI know the boys will be happy to have yâ back and I can introduce you to Sarah. I think Molly Brown still has a thing for you as well by the way, talks about you all the fuckinâ time.â Harry listened to his friend ramble about all the things he had missed in the last year or so but his mind seemed to travel elsewhere.Â
His eyes wandered around the room, his ear still pressed to his phone, until they landed on an open box with a picture frame resting on top. He recognized the photo immediately, even without picking it up, because he had kept it hidden in his old dorm desk. In the picture, a group of eight studentsâfour boys and four girlsâsmiled at the camera, with Harry standing at the back and Y/N right beside him.
. . .Â
Y/N slammed the door of her locker shut after pulling out her workbooks for her next class. Students bustled down the hallways of Crestwood Academy, wearing their navy blazers and uniform for another week of school.Â
âHave you seen him yet?â Sarah, Y/Nâs best friend, came out of nowhere and stood in front of her.Â
âSeen who?â Y/N remained indifferent even though she knew who Sarah was referring to.Â
Everyone had been talking about Harry since she had walked into school from her dorm room this morning. It was the main topic of conversation, everyoneâs eyes darting around the hallways to try and find him.Â
âYou know,â Sarah nudged her, âThe boy youâve spent most of your life in a one-sided rivalry with?âÂ
âOne-sided? Itâs a mutual hatred,â Y/N argued.
Sarah gave her a look before continuing, âI texted Mitch twenty minutes ago but he hasnât replied. I know Iâve met Harry before but this is the first time Iâll be meeting him as Mitchâs girlfriend and I donât want it to change anything.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened, âSarah, just because heâs the winner of a grand slam doesnât make his opinion of you any more important. Whether Harry likes you or not, everyone knows you and Mitch are perfect for each other.â
Y/N remembered the first time her friend had told her she was seeing Mitch. He had taken her out to dinner a few times and Sarah had come back to their shared dorm swooning and unable to stop herself from rambling the rest of the night about how romantic and funny he was.Â
Y/N had never experienced anything like that in her life, too busy focusing on tennis and academia to find herself in relationships, but she was happy her best friend was happy and that was all that mattered to her.Â
âI know but heâs important to Mitch. Theyâve been best friends since infants and⊠thatâs not all Iâm worried about,â Sarah looked at Y/N pointedly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNow that Mitch and I are together, that means weâll be spending more time around each other which also meansâŠâ Sarah didnât have to finish her sentence for Y/N to understand what she was trying to get at.Â
âOh n-no! No way! Sarah, are you being serious right now?â Y/N whined, âYou want me to get along with Harry just because youâre dating his best friend?â
âYou donât have to but it would be nice if you did,â Her voice trailed off at the end, her eyes looking at her pleadingly, âIâm not asking you to be best friends, Iâm just asking you not to chew his head off when weâre all in the same room together.â
Y/N wanted to argue and tell her she wouldnât be able to chew his head off anyway because she needed him to coach her for the scholarship but an arm slid around Sarahâs waist and interrupted their conversation.Â
Sarah grinned, turning to look up at her boyfriend who was now standing beside her, âHey babe,â Mitch smiled.
âYouâre here,â Sarah craned her neck to kiss his lips, âI texted you forever ago and you never replied.
Mitch scoffed, âIt was twenty minutes ago and I didnât have time to check my phone, too busy dragging this one through the front gates.â
Out of the corner of Y/N's eye, another figure appeared. She didnât have to look to see who it was, the sudden surge of annoyance within her already gave them away. Her head tilted to the left to look up and see Harry.Â
He was wearing his school uniform, the same way he always did before he left for Australia. His shirt was untucked, and the top button was undone revealing a gold chain and a white vest underneath, his grey trousers were ironed with not a crinkle in sight and his navy blazer hung casually behind him, hooked by his middle finger.
Y/Nâs eyes shifted behind him to find people whispering to each other and groups of girls giggling as they walked past. It was nothing new to see girls getting riled up over him but it had become more intensified now that he had gone abroad and made a name for himself. Despite his injury preventing him from playing, Y/N was certain that even if Harry had lost every game and embarrassed himself on live television, people would still adore him.
âHey Harry,â Sarah offered a kind smile.
âHi Sarah, nice to see you again. Glad to know Mitch was in good hands whilst I was away,â Harry clapped his friend on the shoulder before turning to Y/N.
âOnly the very best,â Mitch pulled Sarah into his side before motioning to Y/N, âYou remember Sarahâs best friend Y/N right?â
âHmmm, arenât you the one who lost the Junior tennis competition to me a few years ago?â Harry smirked.
Y/N's jaw clenched, but she managed to force a smile. "I could be, but arenât you the one who they recorded rolling around on the floor like a big baby at the French Open last year?" Her retort was sharp, aimed directly at Harry.
Harry's eyes narrowed in response, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction at having gotten such a reaction from him. "Welcome back to Crestwood," she added, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Mitch and Sarah exchanged weary glances, sensing the tension between Y/N and Harry.
"Quite a welcome. Iâve already been asked to coach someone and Iâve only been back a week," Harry remarked, his gaze still fixed on Y/N, who met his stare with a glare of her own.
"You have?" Mitch frowned, his confusion evident.
"Who?" Sarah asked, equally perplexed.
Harry's eyes remained locked on Y/N, giving them their answer. "You asked him to coach you?" Sarah questioned her confusion mirroring Mitch's.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, "Yeah, I did," she admitted reluctantly, her gaze flickering briefly to Harry before returning to Mitch and Sarah.
"Why would you ask him to coach you?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing in confusion, âYou argue all the time,âÂ
Y/N hesitated, âI need to win the scholarship to the tennis academy in London and Harryâs the only person here who knows how to play the game.âÂ
âGlad to know I was the pick of the bunch,â Harryâs voice dripped with sarcasm.Â
âI thought you were applying to go to UCL?â Sarah frowned.Â
âI was but you know how much the game means to me and my parents refuse to believe itâs more than just a hobby. This is the only chance Iâll get to prove them wrong and the only option to get me out of studying medicine.â Y/N explained.Â
Sarahâs eyes softened, she too was no stranger to how strict Y/Nâs parents could be. âWhich is why she needs me,â Y/N felt the weight of his arm rest across her shoulders, âRight, love?âÂ
Y/N spun around to face Harry, eyes sharp, âDonât call me that,â She hissed, seeing the satisfied grin on his face.Â
He shrugged, âBut I always call you that,âÂ
Ever since they were teenagers, when the rivalry first began, Harry had opted to calling Y/N âloveâ knowing how much it riled her up. To some, it was a term of endearment but in the world of tennis the word âloveâ meant one thing.Â
âNil, âZeroâ, âLoserâ.Â
Y/N hated the way he spoke it too - accentuating each letter of the word to drag it out for as long as he could just to annoy her further.Â
She stepped forward, âCall me that one more time,â She threatened.
âOr what?â He tilted his head to the side.Â
âGuys seriously, break it up,â Sarah intervened, âArenât you supposed to be getting along if youâre going to be spending more time together.â
Y/N hated the thought of it but knew she was right. If she wanted Harry to coach her, she couldnât go around screwing things up by arguing with him. If he was going to coach her at the sport, sheâd have to coach herself in controlling her attitude around him.Â
âCâmon Sarah, letâs go to class,â Y/N hooked arms with her best friend, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.Â
âOh okay, bye Mitch.â Sarah kissed her boyfriend before she was dragged down the hallway in a hurry.
Harry watched as Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway with Sarah in tow. He felt the need to call out of her for one last dig just so she would turn around and heâd see her face before she rounded the corner, âSee you on the courts, love.â He called down to her.Â
As he had hoped, Y/Nâs head whipped around to glare at him along with her middle finger, âAsshole!â She called back.
Harry chuckled to himself, âThat face,â he murmured.Â
Mitch placed a hand on Harryâs shoulder, âYouâve got it in for yourself with that one, lad.â Mitch said.
âTell me about it,â Harry replied, his eyes still on the place heâd last seen Y/N.Â
Maybe returning to Crestwood wouldnât be so bad after all.Â
. . .Â
With Harry back, Y/N had suspected the day would be a drag with everyone constantly bringing him up in every conversation, but the first half of the day had gone well. Y/N was easily used to her classes by now and was still top of the class in all of them.Â
During lunch period, Y/N always sat with Sarah in the library where theyâd catch up on what they missed out on each otherâs lives or study during exam season. It was nice to have some reprieve during the school hours and whenever she was with Sarah, Y/N could talk for hours and hours.
Now that Sarah was dating Mitch, Y/N and Sarah would spend their lunch with his friends in the lunch hall. Y/N didnât mind it so much having grown used to being around Mitchâs friends despite their loud and boisterous personalities.Â
However, today she was dreading the fact that now her lunchtimes would also include being around the person she wanted to spend as little amount of time with as possible.Â
âCanât we just eat in the library today? Please?â Y/N pulled on the sleeve of her best friend's blazer as she begged her to turn back in the direction of the library. She could already picture Harryâs annoying smirk the closer they got to the entrance of the lunch hall.
âY/N youâre being dramatic. Itâs just an hour, Iâm sure you can survive being around him that long.â Sarah continued to tug her down the hallway.
âSarah I already have to spend enough time as it is,â Now that she asked him to be her coach. The more the day went by the more she was starting to regret her decision.Â
Sarah spun on her heel, âThink of this as practice then,â Her eyes looked past Y/Nâs shoulder, âLook, there they are,â She moved past her and beelined towards their table where Y/N saw Mitch, Jake and Adam already sitting along with that head of brunette curls that Y/N just wanted to tear out every time she saw him.Â
Sighing, she followed Sarah and approached the table responding to everyoneâs friendly greetings until she got to Harry, âYouâre in my seat,â She spoke after realising all the seats were taken.Â
Harry didnât bother to look around, that stupid grin plastered to his face when he looked up at her, âAm I?âÂ
Y/N gritted her teeth, âYes,â
âHmm,â He swivelled around to look at the back of the chair, âI donât see your name anywhere.â
A wave of chuckles rippled around the table but Y/N had yet to find the amusement in it. âShe does always sit there, H.â Mitch chuckles, âJust grab another chair from a different table.â
Harry leant back against the seat and crossed one leg over his thigh, âBut I quite like this seat.âÂ
âIâm not moving until you get out of my seat,â Y/N crossed her arms, refusing to give in to him.Â
âWell youâre going to be stood up for a long time and yâ need those legs for later,â Harry smirked, âOr you could just sit here,â He unfolded his legs and motioned towards his lap, âStill your seat.âÂ
Y/Nâs jaw clenched but before she could respond, Adam chuckled and stood up, âHere,â He picked another chair up from an empty table and set it down next to him, âYâ can sit here Y/N.âÂ
She was tempted to refuse and continue to nag Harry for the rest of lunch but decided against it, not wanting to waste her energy on him. Her eyes softened at Adamâs kindness, âThanks, Adam.â She sat beside him.Â
Harryâs smirk seemed to falter when Y/N sat down, watching as Adam looked at Y/N even as she turned to face the others.Â
âIs that Molly Brown looking at yâ again Harry?â Jake, who Y/N considered the loudest one of Mitchâs friends, leant over the table to speak lowly to Harry even though it was impossible for him to ever be so quiet.Â
Harry forced himself to look away from Adam before he burnt holes into him. âSheâs been after him since fifth year,â Mitch chuckled.Â
âYâ think youâll let her have it this year, H?â Jake takes a spoonful of his lunch and swallows it down.Â
âHave what?â Sarah frowned, confused.
âNothing you need to know about, babe,â Mitch replies, opening her waterbottle for her after she silently handed it to him.Â
âIâve never been interested in Molly,â Harry quickly replies but his ears prick when he hears Y/N laughing quietly with Adam.Â
âMind if I take my chances then?â Jake asks, âIâve always wanted to date a cheerleader,âÂ
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â Harry shakes him off, âWhat about you Adam?â He gets the attention from both Y/N and Adam as they look up, âDonât you have a thing for Molly?â
Adam furrows his brows, âMolly Brown? Maybe in like third year,â He chuckles, âIâm not interested in anyone at the moment.â
Harry wants to laugh in his face, âYâ sure about that?â
Adam frowns but Y/N quickly interrupts them, âPeople are allowed to have other interests you know.â
Harry feels that rush of excitement when she speaks run through his body, âIs this a touchy subject for you?â
Y/N scowls, âNo, Iâm just saying Adam doesnât need to be interested in girlâs all the time.â
âWell maybe Adam can speak for himself,â Harry quips.
âLord save me,â Jake mumbles and Sarah laughs.
âWell what about you? Have you managed to sink your fangs into anyone?âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Y/N gapes, âIâve dated plenty of people,â
The image unsettles Harry but he takes the opportunity to tease Y/N further. "Plenty of people, huh?" he echoes.
Y/N's cheeks flush slightly, "I mean... well, not plenty, but a few," she stammers.
But Harry doesn't let up, "Oh, really?" he presses, "Care to share? I'm sure we'd all love to hear about the few men who youâve tempted."
Y/N shoots him a glare, knowing full well that Harry was onto her. "I... uh, well," she stumbles over her words, searching for a way to change the subject.
But before she can respond, Adam jumps in. "Come on, Harry, give her a break," he glowers.Â
âYeah, Y/Nâs just waiting for the right guy and thereâs nothing wrong with that,â Sarah pipes in, always one to have her best friendâs back.
Harry raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between Y/N and Adam before settling on Y/N, who shifts uncomfortably. Sensing the tension, Mitch swiftly changes the subject to something else.
. . .Â
After lunch, Y/N made her way to her next class with Adam walking alongside her. Out of all of Mitchâs friends, she got on the most with Adam to the point where Sarah was constantly pestering her over considering a date with him but Y/N didnât see him as any more than a good friend. He was quiet and kept to himself for the most part, excelling in the arts and playing bass guitar in a band on weekends. Y/N enjoyed the calmness he brought to the group especially with the others being so loud all the time.Â
âWhat do you think?â Adam asked, holding the strap of his backpack in one hand as it hung over his right shoulder.Â
âWhat do I think about what?â Y/N frowned.Â
âYou know, Harry being back. I know you two didnât always get along,â He explained.
Y/N scoffed, âIf it werenât for the fact heâs coaching me for the Academy Slam, I would be praying to whatever God thatâd listen to send him back to Australia,â Which was also the furthest possible country he could be away from her.Â
Adam chuckled, âHe told us earlier heâd be coaching you,âÂ
Y/N scowled, âI bet he couldnât get enough of it,âÂ
âActually he seemed pretty happy about it. We havenât seen him that happy since he got back from Australia.â
âReally? Maybe that injury did something to his head,âÂ
âWhat makes you hate him so much anyway?â Adam asked.Â
Y/N sighed. It was a question she heard often but never had a solid answer for. She couldn't quite explain why she disliked Harry so much. Maybe it was because he had things she wanted, and jealousy often turned into hatred. But there was something more, something she couldn't quite pin down.
Despite her dislike, Y/N went to all of Harry's matches, and she watched them on TV too. Even when she tried to stay in her room, her legs seemed to move on their own, taking her to the courts to watch him play. She hated that part of her rooted for him, and she couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because Harry had been the first person to teach her how to play and she felt some sense of loyalty to that but she had no perfect answer even though she wished for one.Â
âHis face annoys me,â Y/N says.
âThatâs it?â Adam snickers.Â
âI donât know,â Y/N shrugs, âWeâve always had this rivalry that stemmed out of nowhere but I canât even remember how it started.â
âYou donât have feelings for him do you?â The question came out of nowhere and took Y/N completely off-guard.Â
"What? No!" Y/N's response came out a little too quickly, and she hoped her cheeks hadn't betrayed her by turning red.
Adam shrugged. "Just making sure," he said casually. "You know, some people get them mixed upâlove and hate."
Y/N furrowed her brow, genuinely puzzled. "How is that even possible?"
"Well, they're both intense emotions, aren't they?" He mused. "And sometimes, when you feel strongly about someone, whether it's love or hate, it can blur the lines between the two."
Y/N pondered his words, a sense of unease settling in her stomach, "No way," she replied firmly, shaking her head. "I may not like him, but there's definitely no love there."
Adam chuckled, sensing her defensiveness. "Alright, thatâs good," he said with a grin.
Y/N felt a hint of a smile on her lips, âWhat does that mean? Thatâs good?â
Adam shrugged, still smiling, âJusâ saying,â He spoke and Y/N laughed.Â
Her gaze flicked from Adam's to Harry, who stood in the hallway with Molly Brown, her brunette waves tied up in the perfect, slicked back ponytail. Hoping to slip by unnoticed, she quickened her pace, but it was too late. Harry's eyes locked onto hers, then shifted to Adam. She caught the subtle twitch of his jaw before he pushed off the wall, ignoring Molly, and strode toward them.
Adam must not have noticed Harry coming towards them because he quickly bid goodbye so he could rush to his literature class. Y/N picked up her pace but Harry was already by her side, âDo you like him?â Harry asked.
âWho Adam? Well letâs see, heâs nice and smart and doesnât feel the need to open his mouth every five seconds unlike some people I know, so yeah I do like him.âÂ
Harry scoffed, âHeâs a little boring donât you think?âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry's comment, a retort already forming on her lips. "Nice of you to say that about your own best friend," she quipped. "Makes me wonder what you say about me."
Before she could say anything more, she gasped in surprise as Harry tugged on her hand and swiftly spun her around until her back was against the row of lockers. Her heart raced as he stepped forward, blocking her in, and dipped his head closer to hers.
"I think we need some ground rules for this whole coaching thing," Harry murmured, his voice low. "If you're planning on winning, I recommend using your time more wisely instead of wasting it on nice boys."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. "Is that a rule or are you asking me not to date anyone?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Both," Harry replied, his tone unwavering.
Her mind raced, unsure how to respond, "What about you then?" she countered.
"Is that a personal request?" Harry's smirk widened, his gaze locking onto hers. "Because I'm the coach, and I set the ground rules so anything you ask me to do is because you want me to do it."
Y/N's heart pounded louder in her ears as Harry's proximity sent heat coursing through her, "It's only fair," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Harry chuckled softly. "Fine, if it makes you happy. But Iâm not interested in dating nice girls or boys anyway," he remarked with a smirk.
Y/N swallowed, her curiosity piqued. "What are you interested in?"Â
He smirked, "The game," he replied cryptically.
With that, he moved away from her, his eyes lingering on her lips for a moment before he turned and walked down the hallway, âSee you tonight, love.â He called back.Â
As the sound of his footsteps faded, Y/N stood there, stunned and unable to move. She was grateful that no one had witnessed the exchange as she pulled out her compact, trying to compose herself and hide the flush of embarrassment that coloured her cheeks.
As she hurried to class, already five minutes late, Y/N couldn't shake the intensity of her encounter with Harry. Sitting by the window, her mind wandered as the teacher lectured the class, her gaze drifting to the courts outside where she'd soon be training with him this evening.
This coach-student dynamic had unlocked a new territory between them, something unpredictable that Y/N had no choice but to delve into for the months ahead.Â
Yet, it was her only choice. Harry was the only way she could win and sheâd push through whatever feelings she had to get what she wanted.Â
IM OBSESSED Iâm freaking out this is literally PERFECTION đ the breeding kink in this >>>>>>> đ”âđ« Iâm gonna read this again and probably five more times after and then come back to it again forever đ€
Intuition | bfd!harry
Summary: Harry's got a surprise for you.
A/N: It's been a while! Enjoy!!
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Warning: 18+ only, smut, fluff, breeding kink, age gap
Best Friend's Dad!Harry masterlist
Harry was up to something. You knew he was. Youâd been around him long enough to know the signs that he was keeping a secret. He was trying to act normal. All lovey with lots of touches. He came home from work that evening with this look on his face like he had a secret he wanted to tell you but had to wait.
âWhat is it? What are you smirking about? I can tell you want to say something,â you poked his ribs after he got out of the shower and you stood next to him in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
âIâm not smirking,â he smirked.
âYes, you are!â You laughed and pointed at his reflection in the mirror.
He licked his lips and tried to hide his smile but the dimples remained deep in his cheeks as he turned toward you and wrapped you in his arms. He was still damp after his shower. The towel around his waist tucked in well so it didnât slide off when he moved his hands up your back and pulled your face to his, pressing his mouth against yours.
He was definitely hiding something. Trying to distract you. And the distraction did work eventually when he got your clothes off and tossed you in your bed and shut you up by making love to you.
âYou want a baby? Yeah? Want to be a mommy, Y/n?â Harry was driving into you deep and then pulling out to his crown over and over again, long deep, slow strokes that had you at his mercy.
And you did want that. Harryâs divorce was finalized. It felt like it took so long and the stress that you two went through was difficult but it had been worth it. He was done with Mrs. Styles, who was going to be changing her last name back to her maiden name. You didnât feel elated about it all, but it was nice to have that chapter over with. Youâd never fully recover from the guilt of what you two had done but you couldnât help that youâd fallen in love with him.
âPut a baby in me, Harry. Want to make you a daddyâŠâ you moaned when he smacked his hips against yours with a thud.
And even though he was already a dad you loved saying it like that. Telling him youâd make him a daddy and heâd talk about making you a mommy and it was so hot. And truth be told, being off birth control had boosted your libido and you wanted it all the time. You hadnât realized the way your hormones would react to going off it.
âFuck me, sweet girl⊠Gonna put a ring on this finger,â he groaned as he took your left hand in his, weaving his fingers between yours and gripping your jaw with his other hand, âGonna be such a good mommy to my babiesâŠâ
The bed under your back was creaking as he thrust and your pussy was so wet the sound would have been comical if you werenât so gone for it. Gone for Harry.
âMmm⊠get it in there deep, just like thatâŠâ
Harry rocked into you, keeping his hips glued to yours and you inhaled sharply at the pinch in your cervix. Every time he shoved himself all the way in it ached but you only wanted more and more. Loved that he was tucked into you so far that when heâd come there was less distance for his sperm to travel to get where you wanted it to end up.
âLike that, baby?â Harry looked down at you and tightened his hand around yours as you trembled and puffed out a loud moan, âGonna come on my cock and let me fuck my babies into you?â
âYes!â
Harryâs deep groans were egging you on. It felt so good. It always did. Harry was a good lover. The best lover.
The front of his muscled thighs were pinned against yours and when he dropped his mouth to your lips you couldnât hold back a moment longer.
Pulsing and clenching around him as he licked into your mouth, your head was blurry and your heart was pounding and then his orgasm rocked his body as he let out a strangled cry and pumped everything he had into your tummy.
And needless to say, you were out like a light once youâd gotten cleaned up and he tucked you into bed, holding you in his arms and the conversation about what he was hiding was once again on hold.
.                .                .
âYouâre still here?â You looked at the clock on your bedside table and over to Harry in bed who was stretching his limbs and yawning.
âMmhmm⊠Took off today.â
You grinned and rolled toward him, placing your palm on his chest, âThatâs nice. Is there a reason you took off?â
That look again. The one that said he was holding something in appeared and he smiled at you, his hand cupping your face, âThere is a reason. Yes.â
âOkay. What is it?â You cocked your head with your eyebrows raised.
âA surprise. Youâll find out soon enough.â
âA surprise? Oh, come on! Tell me what it is!â You sat up and got to your knees with a wide grin, âYou gotta tell me whatâs going on!â
Harryâs soft eyes dropped down over your tits and your tummy and he grabbed your hips, bringing you down to his chest, âYou donât listen very well do you?â He swatted at your bottom making you puff out a laugh, âSaid⊠youâll find out soon enough.â
âHarry!â You groaned and tried to pull yourself up but he tightened his arms around you so you couldnât budge.
âY/n!â He mocked your voice and you laughed at his attempt at speaking in your tone.
âIf I give you a blowie will you tell me?â
Harry sat quietly for a moment and let out a breath, âIâll tell you regardless. You just gotta be patient. But Iâll take a blowie if youâre offering.â
Of course, that wasnât the answer you wanted so you wound up wiggling from his arms and pulling his t-shirt on before sauntering out of the room to start the coffee.
You were anxious though. You wondered what the surprise was. Why Harry needed to take a whole day off work. What it was heâd been keeping from youâŠ
But there was something else as well; All his recent comments about putting a ring on your finger. You thought it was possible that maybe he was going to propose too. It was no secret that he intended to keep you around. Youâd both talked about âforeverâ. Obviously. What with the talk of having a baby and getting a place together.
And there was also the fact that your lease was coming up very soon. So soon it was giving you anxiety because you hadnât really begun to look for a new apartment, outside of viewing a few houses that were for sale and Harry reassured and told you not to worry about it. You trusted him but there was that little question in the back of your mind that he was perhaps getting things set up for you without you knowing.
Those were just guesses, though. Whatever it was Harry was planning was something you were looking forward to learning.
âWhat should I wear for this surprise?â You held up a dress against your body as Harry entered your bedroom.
âWhatever you want. Whatever you feel best in.â
âShould I pack a bag? Bring tennis shoes? Will pictures be involved?â You were trying to get it out of him. He wasnât giving you anything, though.
âNo need to pack anything. If you want to wear tennis shoes you can. Just trust me when I say you donât need to worry. Okay?â
Harry was wearing his typical getup. Jeans and a t-shirt so you just decided to go casual as well. But you did make sure you looked cute. Just in case pictures would be part of the surprise.
He was excited to show you what heâd done. He hoped you didnât freak out. There were moments when he thought he should have you involved but he wanted to surprise you. Wanted to make it special. He didnât get lots of chances to do things like this with you. And maybe heâd gone a little overboard on this but heâd committed and couldnât back out now.
Your mind raced with the possibilities of what he had planned. You felt like it was something big. You braced yourself to be surprised. And boy were you when you pulled into that familiar neighborhood with the cute house you looked at with Harry months before. The one with the yard he couldnât stop talking about.
âHarryâŠâ you warned in surprise when he pulled into the driveway of the three-bedroom house and turned off the car engine.
âWhat?â He raised his brows at you in question, as if he couldnât fathom what you were surprised by.
âWhat is⊠whatâs going on?â
Harry didnât answer as he climbed out of the car and you opened the passenger door and stepped out, looking up at the house and then at Harry.
He grinned at you and reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys with a pretty pink and silver key chain that read, âHome Sweet Home.â
You covered your mouth when he placed the keys in your hand and then he nudged you toward the house, âKnow you loved this place. So I bought it for us. Itâs ours. Finished up all the closing of it a few days ago and took today off so we could celebrate.â
Harry had his own set of keys as he unlocked the door and opened it up for you to enter first. You did love the house when you first viewed it.
And now there was a table with dining chairs and a big beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center.
âIâve put a bed in the master bedroom already. King size. No more double bed for us, baby,â he grinned as you looked around. You were stunned that heâd gone and gotten a mortgage on a house and went through the whole process without you knowing.
âI canât believe you did this.â
Harry stepped in front of you and pulled you into his arms, âFor us. For our family. For you.â
You walked through the house again to get reacquainted. Harry had done the smallest bit of furnishing but mostly it was bare. Ready to be furnished and decorated. The bedroom he had nearly ready. The bed was huge and it had sheets and fluffy blankets atop, a dresser, and a side table on both sides. The ensuite had towels and heâd bought soap and lotion. But when he brought you down to the kitchen the fridge was mostly empty but there was a container of something (something sweet he said) along with a bottle of champagne.
Of course, Harry popped the bottle and pulled out two champagne flutes from the cupboard and you clinked glasses before sipping the bubbly drink.
âTo me and you. To forever. I love you,â he spoke as he took your hand in his and lifted it up to kiss your knuckles.
âI love you too, Harry. I know Iâve been really quiet but Iâm just processing all this. Itâs a shock. But Iâm so happy. I canât believe it.â
You carried your glass of champagne with you into the backyard, which still looked terrible, but it was spacious and Harry shared with you his vision again. What it could look likeâŠ
You watched him wave his arms around as he kept looking at you as he spoke, âAnd this⊠we can just have a nice patch of flowers. The shade is perfect here and itâll really brighten up this corner. The tree will need trimmed back but itâs going to be perfect to hang a swing off of and little string lights for nighttime. Weâll put some outdoor furniture on the patio after I clean it all up. Trim out the weeds and fill in the spaces that got overgrownâŠâ
A soft smile covered your face as you watched how excited he was. You were excited too, though. Everything was perfect for you two in that moment. You had the love of your life with you and he had bought a house to make a home in. A place he wanted to share with you. A man you trusted and found yourself falling more in love with every day.
You placed your glass down on the brick ledge near the patio and stepped in front of Harry as he was still yammering on about what he would do with the space and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek into his pecs, âI love it, Harry. Itâs perfect.â
And your hormones were raging as you inhaled his scent and he squeezed his strong arms around you. It didnât help that he kept talking about children running around, what with you ovulating like you were. You had been keeping close track of it and after months of being off birth control, you were finally starting to feel like your body was adjusting to its natural cycle.
Tilting your head back to look up at him you saw him already looking down at you, âLetâs go test out that bed.â
And now it was Harryâs hormones that were raging. He practically dragged you to the master bedroom and you found yourself testing out the bed just as you asked.
âHow do you like it?â Harry panted as he sunk into you over and over again.
You were out of breath as you squeaked out a sound of approval.
âThat good huh? Gonna make me a daddy? Gonna let me fill you up with babies, Y/n?â
Harry wasnât gentle as he pumped into you, harsh thuds against you where heâd grind down every time he buried himself into the hilt. He pulled back, nearly completely out before snapping his hips forward into yours. He set the most delicious cadence, thick shaft filling you and rearranging your insides.
When he slowed down he dropped his mouth against yours, rolling into your wet pussy.
âIâm ovulating,â you breathed against his mouth. You were finally able to speak now that he was fucking into you more languidly.
Harry parted from the kiss with a filthy grin on his face, âIs that right little girl? I get to fuck my come into your fertile pussy?â
âMmm⊠yes sir⊠fuck me til it sticks. Want it so bad. Want your babies and your comeâŠâ
The new bed was sturdy, unlike the old one at your apartment. No squeaking or creaking or headboard ramming into the walls⊠just the sound of your creamy pussy wrapped around Harryâs fat cock and the slap of skin.
It was an excellent way to celebrate the purchase of the new house. A little champagne and a good fucking in the new bed⊠and hopefully it would end with you pregnant.
Youâd never had baby fever or whatever this was. But something about Harry just did it for you. You wanted him in every way. Wanted to show everyone how he was yours, that youâd won, that no one could come between you two. Logically you understood the flaw of that thinking, but logic flew out the window every time he was balls deep; that masculine body over yours, his deep voice saying filthy sweet things in your ear, and his big cock that had you hooked since that first day at your apartment all that time ago.
âOh my god, baby⊠look aâthatâŠâ Harry shifted himself and lifted your hips so you could glimpse the way he was filling you slowly and pulling back, shiny arousal coating his shaft, âMade for each other.â He began to thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves as he rolled into you, eyes on the action happening where you were connected âFeels good doesnât it?â
You nodded, âYou always feel so good, Harry. I need youâŠâ
He moaned, âI know, baby⊠I need you too.â
You rocked your hips into his hand as he continued fucking into you until he moved again, tilting himself over you and taking the back of your neck in his big palm, and pressing his lips to yours.
Harryâs hips were glued to yours as he pushed into you, ensuring he stayed nice and deep, massaging your inner walls with every thrust in. The pressure of your orgasm built and built as he lapped his tongue against yours and tucked his cock deeper and deeper until he was no longer rearing back, his pelvis rolling over your clit.
Soft whimpers and pants were muffled from your mouth as he kept your lips occupied with his own.
His thrusts were becoming sloppier as he pressed himself to you and you could feel him trembling. When he moaned against your mouth and rutted in smooth and deep he hit something achy, you simply came undone. Harry had to lift his mouth from yours as you moaned and he gasped at the way you were gripping him and pulsing around him until he couldnât hold back and pumped into you, stuffing you with his come.
It was a favorite. The feel of his throbbing cock releasing inside you. That way you knew your pussy was siphoning every drop from him and how good your cunt felt on him. His soft whimpered moans as he stilled his hips against yours and twitched until he was milked dry, balls properly drained.
Lying in bed together, limbs wrapped up and sweaty bodies breathing and flushed hot post-orgasm you turned to look at him and lifted your knee, draping your thigh over his hip, âI love you.â
Harry moaned and opened his eyes and pulled at you, his arms wrapping around you, âI love you, baby.â
âIâm pretty sure that was it.â
Harry turned his eyes and looked at you, âWhat was it?â
You grinned and drew your hand up his strong chest, âWell, weâll see⊠but I think you just got me pregnant.â
Harry laughed and you giggled with him. Mostly it was just a tease. Youâd have no way of really knowing at that point. But something in your gut told you that there was a good chance of it.
âAnd what makes you think of all the times weâve gone at it since youâve been off birth control that this was the one?â
âWell⊠itâs been months since I got off birth control and for the past couple of weeks Iâve really been more in tune with my body because of it and my ovulation cycle is starting to get to normal and today my insides were aching and I knew the only thing that would make me feel better was to orgasm and thatâs because Iâm ovulating.â
Harry grinned and ran his thumb over your neck, âWell I fucked you this morning after coffee, baby. Maybe the one from this morning got you knocked up.â
Biting your lip you slid yourself over Harry and straddled his lap, taking his hands and bringing his palms up to cup your tits, âEither way⊠feel this?â You squeezed around his hands over your tender breasts, âHavenât had swollen breasts in a really long time. The ovulation is strong this month. And today itâs at its height. My whole body wants to be pregnant.â
The soft gaze on Harryâs face as he looked into your eyes was full of affection and love as he pressed over your nipples, âExtra fertile today, yeah? Then let me recover a bit and Iâll fuck you again. Just in case third timeâs a charm, ya know?â
You laughed, âI mean the day is still early. I think Iâm gonna need lots of orgasms today to feel better and youâre just the man to give them to me. Plus, we need to celebrate properly.â
He pulled you down, pressing your chest against his, and groped the globes of your ass in his hands, âWell sounds like Iâm gonna have to go buy sparkling grape juice for you, huh Mama?â
You both cackled loudly as soon as he said it. And you both understood it was just post-sex hormones talking in that moment. But youâd know soon enough if your intuition was right. You hoped it was.
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