gettingyourselfwetforme

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

300 notes has me blushing stoppppppp 🤭 i appreciate each and every single one of you <3

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

do you have any plans of making a series?

i don’t right now, but i def have some ideas if i ever choose to !!! im pretty busy unfortunately so i worry about not getting out updates and stuff often yk? wouldn’t want yall to be miserable waiting for a next part

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

heaven is between her thighs

warnings: oral sex (f!receiving)

word count: 1,028

.

.

“I can’t believe this is all for me, puppy. So fucking wet…”

Her white cotton panties weren’t hiding anything- especially with the darkened wet spot visible between her legs. y/n was so wet, and she thinks that if Harry wasn’t physically holding her down, her legs would be squeezed together out of embarrassment.

His fingers brush over the wet spot, the action sending a shiver down her spine. The panties are pulled taut over her cunt, her slit visible from under the fabric. “You like that? You like when I touch you over your pretty little panties?” Harry looks up at her from where he is, lying between her legs where his face is inches from her center.

From her laying down position, she props herself onto her elbows so she can make eye contact with him. His eyes stare into hers, a ravenous look on his face. She brushes her hand through his curly hair, tugging slightly at the roots. “I need you so fucking bad Harry… please.” y/n begs, voice filled with need.

He chuckles at her desperate begging, his fingers hooking through the hemline of her underwear, pulling it down her legs and discarding it to the floor.

She’s absolutely soaked. Her pussy is coated in arousal, glistening in the light of their bedroom. “You’ve been hiding this from me all day, yeah? Hiding this wet cunt underneath that little dress you wore out tonight, fuck. Can’t believe you were like this around our friends. aching for my touch while everyone else was having a good time together. So fucking naughty.”

It’s true- her thighs were constantly rubbing together at the bar tonight in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her clit. When Harry noticed, he only made it worse for her- whispering naughty things in her ear, grabbing her thighs and kissing her /way/ more than usual.

He uses both of his hands to spread her lips, revealing her clit, which was erect and begging for attention. The way he’s staring at her cunt like a predator hunting prey is enough to make the arousal in her stomach twist even more.

As if it was a magnet, his mouth was immediately on her, licking around her clit while his nose was buried in her mound. His face was fully shoved into her, pressing like he couldn’t get closer.

“Holy- shit.” y/n moans, grasping his hair on his head harder than before at the feeling of his mouth on her. Her hips rut against his face, but was quickly corrected by his hands wrapping around her legs and holding her hips down.

“Stay still, or I stop.”

A pathetic whimper leaves her throat at his demand. His tongue works her clit, switching between tracing small circles over it and sucking it into his mouth. He can’t help but groan at the taste of her, the vibration coursing through her body and making her moan out his name.

“Taste so fucking good. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He takes a break to breathe, moving his thumb over her clit and rubbing while he talks. “I wish I could eat it for every meal, bury my face in this cunt and make you cum on my mouth every single fucking meal.” His chin is coated in a mix of arousal and his saliva, a filthy sight.

Harry’s mouth returns to her clit, fingers moving down to tease at her entrance, before slipping two fingers inside.

She whines, back arching at the feeling of his fingers inside of her. “Harry, I- fuck-“

He pulls away from her again, this time thrusting his fingers inside of her while his thumb works her clit. “Aw, dumb puppy can’t even form a sentence. Do my fingers feel too good? Feel bigger and better than your own? Use your words.”

“Yes, so much fucking better. So much bigger.” She chokes out, the arousal in her tummy getting stronger. “Feels so fucking good.”

His fingers find that spot inside of her that makes her squirm, brushing up on it with every stroke. Another loud moan leaves her lips at the feeling, sending her to the edge of orgasm.

“Harry- im gonna- im gonna cum, please? Can I cum?” y/n always asked if she could cum, which made his head spin. He hadn’t even asked her to do that, she just did, and that’s what he absolutely loved.

“You’re such a good girl for asking, baby.” His fingers work faster, his eyes looking up at her. “Go ahead, cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze my fingers with this cunt. Fucking cum all over my face and fingers.”

“Oh my god- thank you! Thank you thank you thank you-“

With a loud cry, her hips thrust forward and against his hand, her orgasm coursing through her body. Her walls squeeze around his fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure, and back arching off of the bed.

His fingers work her through, slowing down when she starts to come down from her high. “Jesus Christ-“ she breathes out, reaching down to push his hand back, overstimulated from her orgasm. “S’too much.”

He laughs, pulling his fingers out of her, a small whine coming from her lips at the emptiness. “You did so good for me, always do such a good job for me, pretty girl.” He takes his fingers that are wet with her arousal and cleans them with his mouth, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips.

y/n lets out a small sigh, still catching her breath from coming so hard. “Do you- do you want a blowie? I don’t mind.” She borderline pants, looking at Harry who is now hovering over her.

His bulge is prominent in his jeans, but he shakes his head no regardless. “I’m okay, baby. Getting you off gets me off.” He rolls over to lay next to her, pulling her into his arms, her body curling against him.

“We still gotta get you cleaned up-” he starts, before hearing a small snore from where she lays on him. He laughs quietly, settling his head on the pillow beside him. “It can wait.”

.

.

a/n: sorry about the hiatus yall… hopefully i can update more regularly now that my classes are over!!!

taglist: @devilsqueen722 @angeldavis777

taglist is open!!!!

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

please forgive me for lack of updates, I have like seven half written one shots and I hate all of them so ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

sooooo true, because wdym im sitting next to my 60 year old coworker writing about y/n getting slapped in the face and fingers shoved into her mouth?

best part of my job is when im writing a smutty fanfic on company time

like yeah, i look like im answering emails and focusing on work but im just writing about harry styles dry humping yn

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

You should write a blurb about Y/N getting Harry off in public 😵‍💫

men don’t deserve happiness like this but i suppose harry can be the exception

also not really like… in public but they definitely could get caught bjakxnelnbxka

wc: 775

.

.

“Yeah, keep fucking going, christ…”

His labored breaths and filthy words are only fueling her to go faster, taking his cock deeper into her throat. Her knees are achy from kneeling on the ground, even with Harry’s suit blazer resting beneath her.

When y/n saw the bulge in his pants after seeing her in her dress tonight, she was flattered, but it also made her incredibly horny. She had one goal in mind after that- to get Harry off, even if it meant they’d get caught. The date they had for tonight had been planned for months, but the ache between her thighs and her oral fixation couldn’t wait until they got back to the flat.

“Jesus, all this over m’boner for you earlier? F-fuck.” His voice wavers, trying to keep his composure while talking to her. “Look s’fucking good with me in your mouth, baby. Wish I could etch it into my brain n’stare at it forever, shit.”

She releases his cock from her mouth with a pop, now stroking it with one of her hands. Her thumb brushes over his dark pink tip, gathering the precum that has leaked out.

“Filthy girl you are, taking my cock down your throat in the bathroom of the restaurant. Need to have my cock in y’mouth at all times, yeah?” He teases, eyes meeting hers.

“Got me all worked up at the flat, seeing you get so turned on from just looking at me.” She mouths kisses to his cock before continuing, “Just needed to taste you, wanted to take you right there if we weren’t gonna be late.”

After she presses a few more kisses to his tip, she takes the head in her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue around it. Her hand is holding him at the base, switching between stroking and squeezing him.

A loud, pornographic groan leaves his throat, head falling back with his mouth open. The sight and feeling of her pressing kisses to his dick is something he could never erase from his mind. One of his hands that grips the sink behind him reaches forward to pull at her hair, her curly strands between his fingers.

The feeling of her hair being pulled elicits a muffled moan through her, sending vibrations through Harry’s body. “Christ- y/n if you keep doing that m’gonna cum, dunno how long I can hold it.” He moans, hips jerking slightly.

With that, y/n takes his cock all the way to the base, nose pressed to the patch of hair. She loves taking him deep, feeling him at the back of her throat making her own arousal even more prominent. She gags a small bit, throat closing over his cock, which makes a loud, wet sound go through the air.

When his hand that’s still in her hair pulls her away from his cock, she takes a deep breath, panting slightly to get her oxygen back. “Careful, pet. Know you’re dyin’ for it but don’t need you to choke. Doing so well f’me, yeah? Go on, finish me off baby.”

She reattaches herself to him, licking up the vein that runs underneath his prick. Taking the ruddy head into her mouth and sucking again, using her tongue to work around his tip.

“Right there, shit, keep going baby, g’na cum for you. Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Suck my cock so right.” Both of his hands are back to the countertop, gripping tightly, knuckles white.

With a long and heavy moan from him, she feels his balls tighten, and his cock twitch in her mouth. The first spurt of cum splays on her tongue, warm and salty. y/n moves her mouth from his cock, still stroking him at the base, and rests him on her tongue, the second spurt painting her mouth.

“Fucking hell, you look so fucking hot doing that, fuck.” He groans, looking down at y/n and finishing his release over her cheek, his own hand taking over for hers. “Look so fuckin’ sexy with my cum on your face.”

y/n’s eyes are looking up at Harry, mouth open and a cheek covered in cum. Her now tousled hair is accompanied by her teary eyes and swollen lips. It really was a sight for sore eyes, and had Harry almost ready for another round.

Using his finger, he scoops up his cum from her cheek, before placing the finger on her tongue and instructing her to suck.

“So fucking good baby, you did so good f’me. I’m gonna clean you up, so we can go back out there and eat, okay? Gotta eat so y’have energy for later.”

.

.

now im horny and it’s all your fault :| (jk ily this was so fun to write)

tags :3 @devilsqueen722 @angeldavis777

taglist is open and requests are open! my brain is very smooth and small. i do not have many thoughts so PLEASE give me some prompts!

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

loved your piece about not having a sex drive after antidepressants!! so relatable 😭💗

THANK YOUUUUUU i feel like it’s not talked about enough!!! sexuality has ALWAYS been a big part of my life and when it happened to me i felt like i had lost a piece of myself :’( i am super glad you liked it!! 🖤

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

YOUR WRITING IS AMAZINNGGG YOURE PERFECT ILYYY ❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE YOU HSONXWNDIWK

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

We talk all the time

.

loosely based off of the song “we talk all the time” by the japanese house <3

warnings: talk of depression, use of antidepressants, therapy talk, angsty as fuck

wc: 1.6k

.

“I think we need to talk.”

It was a phrase so simple, yet one that could make anyone squirm. The words carried such uncertainty of what needed to be discussed, leaving one’s mind to sift through what it could possibly be.

y/n knew what they needed to talk about though.

It had been going on for months. The subject was sore between them- a subject once so freely talked about in their relationship became something so touchy and intense.

Harry stood at the doorway of their bedroom, his hands in his sweatpant pockets, upper body clad with a knit jumper her mum had made him last Christmas. His face showed a look of anxiety, and his teeth pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.

y/n had a feeling this conversation would arise sooner than later. She didn’t want to talk about it, and neither did he, but their couples’ therapist suggested that they should try to have a conversation about it. It made bile rise in her throat and her stomach twist.

y/n hummed, and closed her book. “I think we should finally talk about it.” her heart was pounding in her chest, eyes reaching her husbands’ face. His eyes were dark, bags underneath as if he hadn’t slept.

He lets out a shaky sigh, before walking over to their shared bed, and taking a seat in front of her. Her back was against the headboard, legs crisscrossed and glasses on.

“Why don’t we have sex anymore?” Harry asks. He was picking at the lint from the duvet, avoiding eye contact with y/n. It wasn’t a simple question. It was months upon months of building, multiple layers to peel back to get to the root of the problem.

y/n spins her rings around her fingers, also avoiding eye contact with her lover. She knows why, but she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. It’s so many things for her.

“It’s… a lot.” y/n takes a deep breath in, before exhaling and finally making eye contact with Harry. “I don’t want you to think you’re doing anything wrong. You’re not.” She reassures.

Harry inhales sharply, a small gesture he does when he tries not to get upset. “Please, y/n.” His hand pulls his lip between his fingers before he continues. “We don’t touch anymore. We don’t fuck anymore. It’s hard for me not to feel like it’s my fault. Even when you say it isn’t, it still gets in my head that im being a bad lover.”

y/n nods, understanding every single word. She knows she should have brought it up sooner. Not let him get in his feelings about it by pushing it off.

Her depression was bad- he knew that. Months ago, there were weeks where she couldn’t get out of bed. Many days where she would opt to work from home. Days where she felt like with one minor inconvenience, she would just fall apart.

That day came. She had dropped a dish onto the ground, one of her favorites, and she just felt as if her world had crumbled down around her. She was inconsolable- sitting on the floor surrounded by broken glass, feeling every single emotion that had been pushed back. Harry had found her after hearing the crash, palms cut from the shards of glass, eyes swollen and glassy.

After that night, Harry had encouraged her to start therapy again. She obliged, and she slowly had started to build back up to being a human again. She was going to the office, taking walks, and seeing her friends.

Their marriage had grown stronger, and their sex life was amazing. They were trying new things all of the time, fucking all the time, and keeping things exciting. It felt good to let go again.

It was fun, until it wasn’t.

When he noticed that her energy had started to drop again, and that she was showing some of the same symptoms as the last time her depression got bad, he brought it up to their therapist in a mutual session. y/n didn’t recognize it herself, but she’s glad that he was able to recognize it before it got too bad again.

Their therapist had brought up the idea of starting medication, to which y/n was completely opposed. She never wanted it to get to that point. She didn’t want to become dependent on any medication to make her feel good.

Harry had to talked to her about it, to tell her that of course, it was up to her, but that it really could be something that helped her out. Harry had a way of talking her into things, because next thing she knew, she was picking up the pills from their pharmacy.

Within weeks, she was feeling better. She was back to going to the office, and being social. She felt good! She was glad that she had taken Harry’s advice.

The only thing that didn’t get better was their sex life.

He would try to instigate sex with her often, only to be met with a small ‘uh, maybe later. I’m not feeling it right now.’ 90% of the time. The other 10%? It was usually just her giving him a blowie and then insisting they just head to bed.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex. It was that she couldn’t enjoy it. No matter how much foreplay they did, she was just… dry. He’d be eating her out, making an attempt to put his fingers in her, only for y/n to make an uncomfortable noise at the feeling of him trying to press into her dry hole.

They had tried lube, which worked well! It worked well, and the sex felt good. The sex felt good, and she was able to enjoy being intimate with Harry again. That was, until even thirty minutes after he had finished inside of her, and gone down on her cunt- she still hadn’t orgasmed.

Harry always wanted to make her orgasm. It got him off to get her off. He was diligent with his mouth, always able to bring her to release within minutes. Instead of being honest with him, she made the poor decision to fake her orgasm.

Since then, they haven’t had sex. At all. It’s been almost three months. When she brought up the fact that she couldn’t cum to her therapist, she was met with nothing but a ‘yep… that’s antidepressants for you.’

So now, it’s time to just bite the bullet and tell him the truth.

She bites her lip, eyes making contact with Harry’s. “I know it’s been awhile. It’s been a long time since we have been intimate, and I really do want to tell you that it isn’t something you’ve done, at all. I… I haven’t been, well, I guess, like,” she tries to find her words, Harry’s face softening and his gaze warm. “I haven’t been able to orgasm, and it… makes me really self-conscious.”

She makes no effort to stop the words from continuing to flow out of her mouth. “You know we had that problem with me not getting wet, and I was so glad we had solved it, because I finally was being close with you. It felt good, but, there was no build up, no pressure in my belly, nothing.” She takes a moment to gauge his reaction.

He was confused. He always could make her orgasm. He knew all the tricks, all of the spots that sent her mind reeling.

“Is it, like, you’re not, enjoying it? Is it boring?” He questions. Instantly, y/n shakes her head, placing her hand over his, rubbing her thumb over his wedding band.

“No, not at all. I love everything we do together. Our sex could never be boring. I think, I think it has something to do with the meds the psychiatrist put me on.” She reassures him. His face was no longer contorted in confusion, but rather fallen with upset.

His mind is trying to process the information. Why did she keep this from him? He’s her husband. They never keep things from eachother, especially things like this.

“Why did you keep it from me? We’re- we’re a team, baby. It’s us together. I know you’re self-conscious about it, but when you tell me, It’s something we can work on, me and you, together. Whether it’s changing your medication, anything. Baby, I love you. You can’t keep something like this from me.” Harry’s eyes are teary, looking into y/n’s with nothing but love and affection for his wife.

y/n lets a shaky breath out, an attempt to push back her tears. “I know, i shouldn’t have kept quiet about it for so long. I should have talked to you. I’m sorry. I wish I could go back, and tell you the moment it happened.” She’s rambling, something she does when she’s about to cry, along with her voice cracking near the end.

As if it were the only thing she could do, she leans forward, face falling directly into Harry’s lap. The tears begin, regret filling every one of them. Her chest heaves, a broken sob filling the air around them.

Harry hates to see her cry. She isn’t a crier usually, which makes it just that much more heartbreaking to watch. His hand moves to her head, scratching her scalp lightly, in a motion to calm her down.

“It’s okay baby. We’ll work on it, okay? We’ll work on this together. Harry and y/n. We’ll get through it.”

.

a little angsty one for yall! sorry there’s no smut :(

taglist: @angeldavis777

lmk if you wanna be on the tag list! <3

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

breeding blurb <3

.

“Gonna fill you up, pump y’full of me ‘til theres no room left, yeah? Gonna make sure it catches this time.”

Harry’s hips are crashing into y/n’s at an earth-shattering pace, loud irreverent sounds filling the room they’re in. With every thrust, her mouth releases little “uh uh’s” and Harry can’t but fuck his cock into her faster at the sound.

“I can’t wait t’see how swollen you get. Your tummy full of my seed, tits filled with milk, pussy all puffy. Fuck, you’re grippin’ me so good love, can feel you clenchin’ on me.” The sight of her lips wrapped around his cock was a sight he could never forget. He wanted it tattooed on his body, the background of his phone, the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing at night.

“Breed me. Fill me up, make me carry your baby, a reminder of how good you make me feel and how you fill me up. Gonna make you a dad.” y/n begs. She knows what that’ll do to him. She grabs his hand that’s resting on her hip and places it on her belly. “Yeah, you feel that? Feel how deep you’re getting? How deep you’re gonna cum into me? Fill my womb up. I want to get all swollen for you. Want you to use your tongue on my cunt and taste your sweet girls’ pregnant pussy.” He lets out a groan at her filthy words. The feeling of his cock hitting inside her tummy has him nearing his release. He watches as his cock pounds into his girl, before looking up at her face.

“M’sweet girl, cant hold it too much longer. Need to cum in you and fill you up. Can you take it? Are you gonna be a good girl and fucking take it?” He coaxed, finding that spot inside her that makes her squirm.

She lets out a higher pitched moan at him hitting her gspot, her head spinning. “I’m gonna cum, fuck. Give it to me, wanna see it dripping out of me, Make me a mama, please.”

Her words send him over the edge, hips stalling pressed inside of her, sending his cum deep into her. Her body spasms as she orgasms, hips rocking into Harry’s cock, sending him impossibly deeper into her.

“Good fucking girl, took my cum so well, mama. So fucking good.” The only thing that mattered in the moment was them, and making sure that it stuck this time.

.

requests are open!

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

got a lil angst piece written to release later this week! I hope you like being sad! </3

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

Open Up

a/n: hiiiiiiii! This is a little cute and slutty oneshot for yall! y/n is such a cutie in this, and if yall wanna see anymore slutivities between them let me know ;)

Warnings: possessiveness, spit play, face slapping, ignoring, oral (f!receiving), hair pulling, fingers in mouth, brief discussion of contraception, mutual infatuation, character development

WC: 4.1k

.

.

y/n has never been as comfortable with someone as she is with Harry.

They were a pretty normal couple. They had met at a speed dating event, and bonded about how their friends had dragged them there. After their little 5 minute speed date, they both decided to leave the bar it was held at, and go on an impromptu dinner to chilis that night.

She told all of her friends that she genuinely felt a ‘spark’ with him, because on their first real date, When he put his arm around her lower back while walking back to their respective cars, her body pimpled with goosebumps. He noticed, being the observant man he is, and had let out a small chuckle, and quipped a small ‘you’re cute’ to her.

Since then, they have grown into eachother. He was absolutely obsessed with her and the small things about her, like, how she was shy- even now. She got all nervous and giggly around him, and her body always had a visceral reaction to his touch.

She did always had a hard time speaking up about things that she wants, usually met with her face flushing pink and embarrassment looming around her head. Again, Harry thought it was adorable, but he absolutely loved when she would get so worked up, the nervousness would drop from her, and she would become desperate and needy.

She that’s what leads them to today. They had been out running errands all day, and Harry had been relentless with teasing her. In the fitting room when she was trying to find new work clothes, his hands were all over her body, with lips on her neck, speaking the most unholy words to her. Her brain was all sorts of scrambled, and she felt the heat between her thighs rise into her belly.

They had gotten home in the late evening, and y/n was expecting Harry to jump her bones the second they got in the door. Instead, she was met with him simply putting away the groceries, and sitting on the couch without a word. the sight made y/n frown. She was needy and worked up. Why was he ignoring her? Had she done something?

Shaking those questions from her brain, she walks over to the couch, standing between his open legs. She sits on her knees in front of him and rests her head on his thigh, looking up at him through her lashes in hopes she can get him to do something without having to beg.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” Harry’s eyes scanned over hers, desperation written all over y/n’s face. He knew what she wanted- he just needed her to say it.

A small whine emits from the back of her throat, and she nods her head. “You know I do.” She sounds pitiful, like a puppy who just got in trouble. Her mind is clouding more by the second, her mind slipping deeper and deeper into the submissive headspace that only Harry can bring out of her.

He pulls his eyes away from hers, and glances back at his phone, ignoring her words. He knows how needy and desperate she is right now, but he wants her to speak up and tell him what she wants.

Her puppy eyes dropped at the sight of him ignoring her, and she inhaled a small hitched breath. She shoved her face into the fabric of his jeans, smothering herself into him, as if to hide away from the embarrassment.

Harry tried keeping a strong hold on his dominance, trying to follow through with his plan of ignoring her, but his walls usually broke down whenever she did something that pulled at his heartstrings. The look of his girl on her knees with her head pressed into his thigh made his heart skip a few beats and he even cracked a little smile. He rolled his eyes at the thought of him being cheesy and mushy over her, and put his phone onto the couch beside him.

“You know that if y’want something, you have to ask for it, baby.” He cards his hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear. She mumbles something that he can’t understand into his thigh, and to that he gently coaxes her face away from his thigh so he can properly hear her. “What was that?” He asks, her eyes flickering between his facial features.

She sighs, knowing that if she does want to do anything tonight, she’s gonna have to say it to him. “I want you to… um… I want you to play with me.” She says awkwardly. This is so fucking awkward for her. She knows that’s not good enough for him, and that he wants her to tell him exactly what she wants. She groans, and tilts her head back. “Fuck, I want you to touch me and play with me like im your toy, just want you all over me.”

Harry is pretty pleased with that. She’ll get more used to it with time. His fingers are still moving through her hair, pushing the strands out of her face. “Good gi-“

“I want you to pin me down, push my face into the mattress and just play with my… my cunt so bad. I want to feel your fingers inside of me and I want you to wreck me. God- I-I want you to slap me across the face- and spit in my mouth and tell me that im your best girl, and that nobody else can do it like we do. Fuck-i just. I need it so bad, please Harry.”

Her eyes are glossy with desire, staring him in the eyes. The franticness of her words, like they were spilling out of her mouth caught him off guard, and once he finally comprehended the words she was saying, all of it went straight to his prick. He knew she was kinky, but fuck, slapping her? Spitting on her? He wanted to, so bad. So fucking bad.

Her brain is fried, and everything except Harry has left her head. She doesn’t feel embarrassed about her horny rambling at all anymore, and in fact feels pretty sure Harry wants the same thing she does. It was all true- she wanted him to absolutely ruin her. Fuck his fingers into her and make her cry for it.

Harry moved his hand from her hair to her cheek, thumbing the corner of her lips. “Is that how you feel, princess? Want your boyfriend t’ruin his sweet girl’s pussy?” His fingers brushed so softly against her face, and she tilts her head up and nods.

“Yes, I want it so bad Harry. Please.” She begs. He slips his thumb into her mouth, resting gently on her tongue. She starts to close her mouth around his finger before he removes his thumb and lays a gentle slap on her cheek. A warning slap.

“Keep your mouth open.”

She nods, and she keeps her mouth open for him. His thumb moves back to her mouth, tracing her lips before dipping his finger back inside. The finger is heavy on her tongue, and her body feels like it could combust at any moment.

Then he does what he has only ever done in her dreams. He holds her mouth open with his thumb and spits in her fucking mouth. The glob of spit sits on her tongue, and he moves it around her mouth using his pointer and middle fingers, stroking it along her teeth, the inside of her cheek, all over her mouth, as if claiming it as his own.

His fingers in her mouth has his cock hardening in his pants, overwhelmed by the submissiveness she’s giving him. He wants her to know that he is the only one who can give this to her. Wants to be possessive of her.

When she lets out a moan, he smiles, his dimples making an appearance. “Fuck, that’s so fuckin’ hot.” He groans, standing up on his feet. “Stand up for me, come here.”

She obeys, rising to her feet and taking a step towards him. That’s when he grabs her by the hips and pushes her over the arm of the couch, her face hitting the cushion below her. She gasps, the feeling of his hands pulling down her jeans to her ankles causing a breeze of cool air to hit her wet panties.

“You know what to say if I do anything you don’t like, right princess?” He checks in with her, knowing that this is new territory and he wants her to remember that she’s always allowed to say if she doesn’t like something.

“Yes, yellow to slow down, red to stop. Please Harry. Please-fuck- please touch me.” She spits out, squirming her hips over the arm of the couch.

“Patience, you’ll get it soon, greedy girl.” He lowers himself to his knees, face to face with her dripping clothed cunt. He leans forward and pushes his face into her panties, and lets out a long groan. If he’s ever seen perfection; it’s her, and her cunt. She smells fucking amazing, tastes amazing, and takes his cock so good.

“You smell so fuckin’ good, petal. Need t’fuckin’ smell you and taste you all the time. Want your little pussy in my face every day.” He mumbles through the fabric of her panties, the vibration sending a course of pleasure through her body.

“You can have it, fucking take it. I want you to be obsessed with my cunt.” If he wasn’t already hard, he was now. He groans once more, her thighs squeezing together at the sensation.

He breathes in one last time before begrudgingly moving his face back and pulling her panties down. “Don’t need to worry about that, already fuckin’ obsessed with you.” He pulls the panties off of her and tosses them to the side with her jeans. His face latches onto her lips, pulling them into his mouth and sucking on them.

Her senses are in overdrive, her pussy is throbbing and she can’t think straight. His tongue is doing circles on her clit, making her moan and whine for him. She swears she’s never been this turned on in her life. Having her man on his knees, nose deep in her cunt is something so empowering to her.

His tongue moves across her clit, while his hands pull her ass cheeks apart at an attempt to get deeper into her. Her little whimpers fuel his pussy-obsessed brain right now, and he genuinely thinks he could die buried in her pussy, happy.

When Harry gets deeper into her, his mouth working wonders, she clenches her thighs together, and her hand shoots behind her to grab his hair. When she grabs the handful, his face disconnects from her pussy, letting out a loud groan from his throat.

She smirks.

“Yeah, you like when I do that?” She turns around, eyes looking at the sight before her. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, and mouth open. She clenches her fist again, pulling the hair again.

“Fuck!” He half-yells/half-moans. “Yes, fuck- I love when you do that. Shit, do it again baby.” His eyes are screwed shut, little whimpers coming from his mouth.

She grasps it again, a little tighter, and this time she pulls him up a little bit, insinuating for him to stand up. She sits up and turns around, hand following his hair.

Once he’s stood, she’s instantly pressing her lips to his own. She can taste herself on his mouth, making her whine a little bit. “I need you so much right now, baby, please.” She says in between their lips smacking against eachother.

Mid-kiss, he encourages her down the hall to the bedroom, their hands pulling clothes from each other’s bodies, discarding them without care.

Once they’re in their shared bedroom, Harry’s opening the nightstand drawer and fiddling around trying to find a condom.

y/n reaches her hand out to stop him, his face snapping over to look at hers. “I don’t wanna use one tonight, if you’re okay with it. wanna feel you.” She smiles, looking at his face, trying to gauge his reaction. They’ve been together for awhile, and they haven’t done it without a condom at all.

She knows what he’s gonna say, and she shakes her head, “I got an ella pill from my doctor this morning, I’ll take it tomorrow, promise. I just wanna feel you.”

He chews on his lip, contemplating for a second. He trusts her, but his conscience is telling him he needs to be safe now, rather than later. He feels weird about it, he doesn’t want her to think that he doesn’t trust her, or that he thinks she’s dirty or someth-

“Your brain is too loud, baby. It’s okay. If you’re not ready to go without, we can use one. I’m okay with it. Don’t worry about it.” She smiles up at him, giving his lips a peck.

A little warm feeling rises in his chest at the understanding and comfort she gave him. “Thank you baby. I love you.” He gives a shy smile to her.

He reaches over into the nightstand again, grabbing one of the already ripped off condoms, before taking her shoulders and pushing her onto the bed. She lands on her back with a little bounce, causing her to let out a little giggle.

His cock is out, pointed at an angle towards the ceiling, tip red and leaking. He tears open the condom, discarding the wrapper and placing the rubber on his tip, and rolling down. He whimpers a little bit at the friction of his hand on his prick, but he knows it’s only gonna get better from here.

Climbing onto the bed with her, he’s hovering over y/n, her supple cheeks blushed, and her lips pressed together in a small smile. Her brain is still all sorts of foggy from earlier, but she thinks that having that small caring moment just then has helped ground her a little bit. Honestly, even when he spits in her mouth, looks into her eyes and calls her derogatory names, she feels nothing but love and adoration for, and from him.

“Open your mouth.” Harry breaks her thoughts, dark eyes looking at her. She complies, opening her mouth as wide as she can, before seeing and feeling Harry spitting in her mouth again. She can’t say she wasn’t expecting it, but nevertheless it caused her core to heat up and her belly to warm.

What she didn’t expect, was the slap to her face, right on the cheek.

A noise came from her that she had never heard before. A garbled moan of pleasure/groan of pain/whimper of hornyness came from her, spit still in her mouth, and her mouth wide open.

“Swallow. Now.” Harry insisted, keeping his eyes locked on hers, searching for any hint of if that was too much for her. After she swallowed, her mouth opened back up for him, even without him asking her. She was so pliable for him, and that’s one of the things he loved most about her. Her willingness to submit to him- within reason of course.

In one swift motion, he slips his condom-covered cock into her, her eyes widening, and mouth closing. He reaches towards her again, and slaps her again, on the other cheek. “Didn’t fuckin’ tell you to shut your mouth. Open.” He grumbles, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Her mouth opens again, and he wastes no time on spitting into her mouth again. “Now you can close. Keep your eyes on me.” Is said between thrusts.

The missionary position theyre in switches fast, when Harry pulls one of her legs up to his shoulder and straddles her other leg. His hips are thrusting rhythmically into her cunt, her puffy lips swallowing his cock whole. He licks his thumb, and presses it to her clit, rubbing small circles. Her tits are bouncing with each thrust he gives, and his balls are slapping her ass. The sounds are unholy- but he fucking loves it.

“You feel so fucking good. So fuckin’ tight, yeah? Letting me be the first one to fuck your little cunt, and I know sure as hell I’ll be the last. Fucking take it.” It’s true- she gave him her virginity months ago, and he had never been more flattered in his life- he made her cum three times that night, making sure he gave her the best time.

“Fu-fuck, yes, fuck, it’s yours, your fucking pussy. All yours, Harry. Fuck your cunt.” She moans out between bared teeth, looking him in the eyes still and reaching her hand out to pull on his hair.

The groan he lets out is something straight out of a porno, her words making his thrusts harder and faster. He rubs her clit with haste, making sure he’s not rubbing too hard, and with each thrust of his hips, she lets out little “uh”s which makes Harry’s head spin.

y/n feels her core clenching around Harry, her body sending a signal that she’s close- and when Harry adjusts himself to fit more snug against her, he hits a sensitive spot inside of her that only fuels her orgasm more.

“H-Harry I’m close, I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts hit her g-spot every single time, her mind and body going absolutely haywire at the feeling of being around his cock and him thumbing at her clit.

“Cum for me, baby. Soak my cock. Show me how m’cock feels.” He grunts, him moving his head to press kisses on her ankle that’s sitting on his shoulder.

It’s a small gesture, but y/n genuinely thinks that’s what sent her over the edge. Her back arches off of the bed, her orgasm hitting her like a truck. Harry stays thrusting into her, rubbing her clit with his thumb, while she falls apart under him. This is probably the hardest she’s ever cum in her life, legs shaking, and back arched proving her point.

Harry thrusts through her high, with absolutely no intention of letting up. When her body comes down from her orgasm, he removes his hand from her clit, and brings it up to her lips, pushing his fingers into her mouth.

“Yeah I bet you like that. Like the taste of your own cum. Because you’re fuckin’ nasty aren’t you?” He moans, thrusts becoming slower, yet deeper as he awaits an answer.

“I’ve been so fucking nasty, drenching my panties the second you spit in my mouth. Soaking your cock when you slap me.” Her voice is a little raspy, but nevertheless speaking through his fingers in her mouth. “You gonna make me cum again? So fucking greedy for orgasms. Maybe next time I’ll be the one in your position. Making you cum multiple times in a row.”

That makes Harry laugh. “You really think so, pet? Earlier you were fuckin’ begging me to spit in your mouth and ruin you.” He says, thrusts getting a little sloppy at the upcoming arrival of his own orgasm. “Y’think you can ruin me? Think you can-fuck- ruin me like I am you right now?”

The little banter makes his cock flex, and sign that he’s going to cum soon. “Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last, honey, m’ gonna cum. Wanna feel you.” His hand reaches back down to her cunt, rubbing circles into her clit again.

The sensitivity of him touching her clit makes her clench around Harry, her back arching and hips pushing into the mattress. “Don’t gotta last. Cum for me, cum for your girl. I want to feel your cock flex inside of me, pumping your load into the condom. Fuck, one day gonna get you to cum all over my tits. Maybe take a picture and save it for later. Save it for a time when we’re away and you need to fuck your hand.” Her voice carries through the room, and the thought of nutting on her tits sends him over the edge.

He buries himself to the brim in her pussy, thumb still working on y/n’s clit, while he cums into the rubber. Strings of garbled moans leave his throat, and small whispers of ‘so fuckin good’ to her.

Seeing Harry orgasm was one of y/n’s favorite sights, his face blissed out in pleasure, jaw locked open, and sweat painting his skin.

Harry comes down from his own high, his cock suddenly oversensitive in her, and he pulls out slowly, making sure to hold the rubber in place. He removed his hand from her clit for a moment, and as if it were nothing, he takes the condom off, ties it up and tosses it into the bin.

“Need to taste you one last time. Gonna finish you off with my mouth, love.” He kneels down, pressing his lips to her cunt for the second time tonight.

y/n was still sensitive from her last orgasm, but Harry’s mouth has always been able to work wonders on getting her off. They’ve timed it- 3 minutes and 17 seconds was his record.

“Jesus, fuck, use your fingers, fuck your fingers into me, Harry.” She moans, one hand grasping the sheets and the other grasping his hair.

He pushes two fingers into her, hooking into her and pressing right into her gspot. Between his tongue sucking on her clit and his fingers inside her- she was gone, for the second time tonight. She came with a long moan, hips thrusting into Harry’s hands, rocking her face onto his tongue.

When she comes down, Harry’s mouth is still moving on her, and she pushes the palm of her hand on his forehead to back him away. “Okay- okay too much, enough. Fuck.”

Harry smiles, and pulls his fingers out of her, before taking them both into his mouth and sucking the arousal off of them. If y/n wasn’t so fucked out, she’d mount him again- just because of that.

He rolls over to the other side of y/n, pulling her into his chest, and wrapping his arms around her. She was pretty deep under tonight, and the last thing he wants is for her to drop even lower. “Such a good girl… y’did such a good job. Love you so fucking much.” He whispers into her ear, sending goosebumps down her body.

y/n takes the time she’s given to come down with him, both of them ignoring the fact they need to clean up, and just spending this moment together.

His hands play with her hair, scratching at her scalp, tiny moans leaving her lips at the satisfying feeling. She moves her head from his chest, moving her head to look at him, who is already looking at her.

“Hi.” Is all she says, an ear to ear smile on her face at the sight of her lover.

“Hey.” He smiles back, dimples popping back onto his face. He brushes his thumbs over her cheeks before leaning forward and giving small pecks to both of them. They were pink- not red thankfully, but they definitely still needed some soothing cream on them.

y/n giggles at the small gesture, her less-horny more-normal personality coming back.

Harry looks down into her eyes, brushing away a bang hair that was in her face. “Do you really want to top? I’ll let you. You just gotta let me know. Im so down.”

With a groan, she covers her face and hides it into the mattress from embarrassment.

She’s got some big shoes to fill.

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

meandom!harry blurb (w/ aftercare)

word count: 650

warnings: degradation, use of ball gag, harry being a little mean

.

“Stop fucking moving, I told you to stay still. If you keep being a brat, you’re not coming at all tonight.” Harry’s hand was resting on the corded wand sitting between y/n’s legs, applying pressure every time she chose to squirm around. Small moans leave her mouth, but are muffled by the red ball placed between her lips.

“Too bad that pretty little mouth is all gagged up. I’d love to hear what you have to say, but quite frankly I think that sluts like you don’t deserve to talk when they’re misbehaving.” He grins, knowing that y/n always loves to be vocal during sex. This was a new experience for her- being gagged up and unable to talk. Even though her safeword was out of the question, they came up with the solution of tapping the mattress three times for yellow, and multiple times for red.

y/n moans loudly, her hips pushing against the toy as if to provide some consistent relief to her clit, which makes Harry smack her thigh. The pain of the slap shocks through her body, eliciting another moan, but she tries her best to keep herself still.

“You’re making such a mess for me, sweetheart… can see your cunt dripping from here. Do you want to cum? Is that what you want?” He teases, knowing that’s exactly what she wants.

y/n nods her head fervently, trying to speak out but ultimately failing. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry, who just laughs and smiles at her dauntingly. “If you want to cum, use your words. If you just tell daddy what you want he will give it to you.” He applies more pressure on the head of the wand, y/n’s hips bucking up into his hand, landing her another smack across the thigh.

She’s so frustrated that tears are coming out of her eyes, ultimately soaking the ball gag and she can taste the saltiness of her tears. She tries to speak through the gag, but it just comes out a muffled, slobbery mess.

“Cum for me y/n, show me how good I make your cunt feel.” He switches the vibrator to a higher speed, which makes her cry out louder than before, and sends a shockwave through her body.

Her body shakes, her orgasm pumping through her body, with her back arched on the bed and eyes rolled back. Her hips grind on the vibrator to help work her through it, something that Harry will allow only this once.

“Such a good fucking slut for me… making a mess of the bed darling…” his words help her through her orgasm.

When she comes down from her high, her thighs are shaking, and her hips are trying to pull away from the vibrator that’s still being held to her clit. He takes this as his sign that her orgasm is over and removes the device from between her thighs. He reaches forward to the back of her head, and undos the buckle of the gag. “Such a good girl for me, you did so good… took it so well.” He brushes away the sweaty strands of hair from her face, pulling her into his own chest. Her face is nuzzled against his skin and her breathing slows down.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Harry asks, using his finger to lift her chin up so they can make eye contact. He hands her a water bottle, cap undone already just how she likes.

Her voice is rather hoarse, her coughing a few times and taking small sips of the water Harry provided. “G-good, I feel good. My throat hurts, but I’m okay.” She smiles, looking at him.

He massages her jaw with his fingers, hopefully providing some relief to the sore muscles caused by the gag.

He grins cheesily at her smile. “Good, now drink your water and we can go hop in the shower.”

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

YUPPPP WORKING ON IT NOW!!!!

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

gateway drug - bff!harry

hello to everyone! this is my first one-shot on here! i posted a lil something somethin’ on my page that’s about me if you’re interested! please leave any feedback you have <3

warnings: marijuana use, fingering, slight exhibitionism.

word count: 4k+

.

.

“you’ve got to pinch and twist m’love”

“okay if you wanna micromanage me, why don’t you do it yourself.”

“baby you were the one who wanted to learn.”

y/n throws the half rolled joint onto the tray, undoing her work entirely. she wants to learn how to roll, but her fingers just can’t seem to move in the right ways to get the green leaves to stay inside of the pretty pink paper.

harry senses the frustration in y/n’s face and tone. it is a hard thing to learn, and he hates to see her struggle. “do you wanna take a break, petal? i’ve got one rolled already in the bag if y’want to just light that one.” he holds up the sandwich bag half full with weed.

y/n groans and gets up from sitting on the couch. “but that one isn’t pink! i wanted to make it pretty.” she sighs and paces to the kitchen. “i think im just gonna stick to cones. they’re at least a little bit easier than those fucking papers.”

harry turns around and looks at y/n. his mouth cracks into a smile, chuckling softly at her frustration. rolling is something that everyone is bad at at first- it comes with practice and patience. he could remember his first roll, which was a nightmare considering he was doing it in a moving car with all of his mates, and how messy and bad it was.

“you just have to keep practicing, it’s okay. you’ll get it eventually.” he prys his eyes away from y/n, who is chugging a glass of water as if she were a kid coming back from playing outside, and starts to roll the forgotten joint on his own.

harry and y/n were best friends: they met in high school in detention, where harry frequented (more often than he liked to admit), and y/n had been just caught passing notes in class. the poor girl was terrified to be in detention, coming in with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks- harry had provided her with a small pep talk and offered to help her out with her assigned detention duties. soon enough, after vacuuming the entire school and scrubbing some baseboards, the pair had become inseparable.

after harry had fixed the joint up to an acceptable roll, he puts the joint between his lips and stands up, turning to y/n and providing a small head tilt to her as if to say “follow me”. she grabs her now refilled glass of water and follows behind him. He closes the balcony door after she steps out with him, and lights the pink paper with (what y/n would say) a brat green lighter.

y/n’s eyes linger at the look of his lips wrapped around the cardboard filter, enjoying the view she has of him in this light. they’re both sat on the balcony of their shared apartment, with only the light from the sunset highlighting his face.

y/n is one of those types of people where nothing comes above her friendships. not situationships, not work, not school. she has such a strong love and respect for her friends and couldn’t imagine anything being better than that bond. that’s why when she looks at harry, she feels as if her heart could burst, knowing that he chooses to spend time with her and loves her right back.

she was clingy- but so was he. harry had a tendency to develop “friend crushes”. it’s similar to the obsession you get when you have a romantic crush, where you have the desire to know someone inside and out, and become close to them.

the thing about harry’s “friend crush” he has on y/n is that it slowly started becoming a full-blown romantic crush. it was embarrassing for him to think about, but he knew that he never wanted to spend a minute away from y/n when he didn’t have to. it was something he had learned to shove down, knowing that he didn’t even have a chance with her.

harry passes the lit joint to her, catching a glimpse of her staring at him. a small “thanks” leaves her lips at the motion, and inhales the smoke. she lets out a small cough at the tickle in her lungs, looking at harry, who has a smile on his face, holding back a small laugh.

“hey… i’m still new to this. you can’t bully me.” she says, smirking and hitting his shoulder with her own.

“you love it though.” he replies. his lip is turned up in amusement, looking between the joint and y/n.

“aish, just tell me you want it instead of looking at it like a puppy does a treat.” y/n giggles, takes another inhale, before handing it off to him. with a laugh, he takes it from her and takes a few hits.

“i just think you’re a joint hogger.”

.

“okay but katya totally deserved to win all stars 2.”

“was she good? yes! do i think she did better than alaska? no?”

y/n looks at harry with an open mouth and wide eyes (as wide as her eyes could go while being absolutely stoned.) since they finished the joint, they’ve been arguing over who deserved to win each drag race reason, whether or not flip flops are an acceptable shoe choice for anything other than the water, and the new episode of celebrity big brother.

“you’re insane, opinion revoked. you’re literally a man, i don’t know why you thought it mattered anyways.” y/n holds a hand up to his face and turns her head.

“do you forget that 75% of the queens on drag race are men? i think i should get more of an opinion on it than you if that’s the case.” harry defends, pushing her hand down and forcing her to look at him.

“okay well most of them are also GAY and im like, halfway there.” she shrugs, sipping her water and side eyeing harry.

harry lets out a groan at her words. “whatever you say, pretty princess” he says, a dopey smile written on his face that has pretty much been permanent since smoking the joint.

they sit in a comfortable silence, harry’s head now resting on her lap, while she tangles her fingers through his hair. y/n feels good- she thinks. she used to always get paranoid when she smoked, but being with harry makes the paranoia disappear. her mind is cloudy, yet so clear all at once.

“do you ever think about us?”

harry’s voice startles her out of her thoughts for the second time tonight, yet this time makes her heart skip a beat. she lets out a gulp.

“what about us?” she asks.

“just… us as people. as friends. as roommates. just, like, i don’t know… us.” he rambles. “i think we’re good together. i couldn’t imagine being without you, like, ever. i couldn’t imagine having to live my life living in a house that you’re not in, you know?”

y/n’s brain feels like it’s sobering up just a little bit, enough for her to feel like what he just said was a… confession of sorts. they’ve always been strictly platonic- never dabbling or messing with one another. the thoughts have definitely floated around but she never entertained them.

y/n’s silence would be worrisome to harry if he wasn’t on an out-of-this-world high, but instead just continues on. “i just want to be your boy, keep you all to myself. wanna be able to love you in every way. i dunno. just something ive been thinking about”

that’s what makes y/n stop all movement and makes her breath hitch.

what does she even say to that? she has pushed her small crush on him down for years, always just saying it was just because they spent so much time together, or saying that she was just ovulating and was ready to be with anybody.

“yeah… i know what you mean. i do… i couldn’t imagine a life without you either. but eventually you’ll find someone you love more than me in a different way.” she says, mind still putty under the influence of weed. her hands continue dancing through his hair, causing him to let out a small noise of contentment.

he lets out a huff of air. “i don’t think i will.”

.

when y/n wakes up, she feels a heavy weight on her lap. slowly peeling her eyes open, she sees a curly haired boy asleep on her lap. it’s bright, she thinks, realizing that they both totally fell asleep on the balcony last night. it was early morning, they had only been asleep out here for a few hours probably.

she opens her eyes fully, letting out a deep yawn. it’s louder than she expected, causing the man on her lap to stir softly. he lets out a small groan, making y/n aware that he’s awake too.

“mornin’.” harry says, voice hoarse from smoking last night and sleeping. he lifts his head up and places a hand on his back, attempting to sit fully up. “jesus fuck, did i sleep like that all night? my back is gonna be fucked up all week ‘cause of tha’.”

y/n looks at his face, littered with sleep lines and paired with bloodshot eyes. she finds this state of him absolutely adorable. “guess so. the weed hit us too hard. don’t even remember falling asleep.” she mentions, stretching out her limbs and letting another yawn out.

the memories of last night are coming back slowly, them arguing about mindless shit, being all too cuddly with each other, and worst of all…

how he told her he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and wants to ‘love her in every way’.

maybe she was getting carried away. they were both high last night, and they have had many pointless high conversations. it was probably just one of those things. it’s a weird thing to think about for her though- if he was being for real, what would that mean for them? they date, breakup, then lose eachother? the thought of losing him makes her sick.

y/n’s mind starts wandering into if she actually does have romantic feelings for harry, more than just the small crush she keeps pushing down. they spend almost every non-working minute with the other, and honestly she also couldn’t see herself living with anyone but him.

harry’s large, unringed hand stretches to her and boops her on the temple. “it’s too early for your brain t’be workin’ that hard. can’t have you worrying your pretty little head at…” he checks the time on his phone, “6:32 in the mornin’.”

y/n blinks away her thoughts to focus her eyes on harry. “whatever, i’m still tired and neither of us work today… so i’m going to take my happy ass to my bed. are you coming?” she stands up, turning around to look at a sleepy harry agreeing with a simple nod.

.

y/n has been acting weird. harry picked up on it after their nap, but it’s been lingering for the last couple days. she avoids eye contact with him, cuts conversations short, and even fell asleep without saying goodnight to him. he was pondering what he could have said to her to make her feel bad, but he couldn’t pinpoint it! he tried to relive the last few days, going over every (very few) interactions they had, but still coming up short.

that was until he remembered that they got high the night before the nap.

fuck. when he was high, all of his thoughts just came out. he has no filter, and everything he thinks, he says. what could he have said? what could have caused her to be so dismissive with him? he never thought anything ill of y/n (except for maybe when she forgets to put his keys back after moving his car) and he certainly wouldn’t have said anything to her that wasn’t the truth.

he gets up from his bed to go sit with y/n in the living room, who is currently sitting with her feet tucked under, reading a book.

“do you wanna go outside and smoke with me?” he offers, picking up the lighter and a pre-rolled joint. her eyes look up from the book, catching his own, as she marks her spot in the book and places it down.

she honestly wasn’t even really reading the book anyways. she’s been too busy thinking about her feelings towards harry to focus on anything else.

they walk out to the balcony, shutting the door and sitting down. the sun is setting, but it’s still pretty early for them to be smoking. it’s honestly odd that they’re smoking at all- he doesn’t like smoking more than once a week.

he hands the unlit joint to y/n, alongside the lighter, offering her the first hit. he knew she liked seeing the little paper burn at the top, and it always amused him how much it intrigued her.

“so… what’s going on? it’s the second night this week we’re getting high. it’s very… unlike you.” she says, covering the flame from the breeze in order to get a good light on the joint. she takes the first hit, a small cough building up again.

harry scratches the back of his neck. “that’s what i wanted to ask you about. i feel like you’ve been… distant from me lately. ever since our last smoke sesh. did i say something wrong?” he almost sounds nervous, she thinks, which makes her frown a little.

yeah, she’s been cutting their conversations short and been dry texting for the better half of the week, but it’s all because of him. the weird feeling that arose in her stomach when she thought about him saying that he “wanted to be her boy”, made her question a lot about their relationship. she couldn’t get over it.

“you seriously don’t remember what you said?” she passes the joint over to him.

“no, i really don’t. if it was anything mean or inapp-“ he’s quickly cut off by her own words.

“you told me that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and ‘love me in every way’. “

well, fuck.

he didn’t think he said something like that.

“uh…” was all he could muster out. he’s shocked at his words, and slightly embarrassed about it. he wants to crawl into a hole to curl up and die thinking about him saying that to her.

they both sit in silence for a few minutes, taking hits off of the joint whilst taking turns. y/n’s mind is running around all of the words he spoke to her that night, while his head is trying decide if he wants to tell the truth.

after finishing the last of the joint, y/n smushes it out in the ash tray and breaks the silence.

“if what you said was true, i wouldn’t mind being your girl.” she turns to look at him with a nervous smile.

“i… i- um…” his brain just won’t work! he’s trying to say something but for some god forsaken reason nothing will come out. he looks away from y/n, trying to gather his words. “i… i do… i do feel that way about you, yes. but don’t feel like you have to say anything about it. you can just pretend that you didn’t hear me. i mean clearly it was meant to be an inside thought, but i don’t think-“

his nervous rambling was cutoff by y/n turning towards him and pressing her lips against his. at first, his eyes go wide, not realizing what was happening, but as soon as he collects himself, he leans into the kiss.

y/n had been thinking about it- she knows that if their romantic relationship didn’t work out, they could never NOT be friends. she honestly doesn’t care if it would be awkward after, there was absolutely no way she could live without harry.

harry is the first to break away from the kiss. he can’t tell if his head is spinning because of the kissing or the weed, but either way, he loves it. the rush of adrenaline he got from getting a kiss from someone he always thought was off limits was addicting. kissing her was addicting, and he’s only done it once.

“you know how they say marijuana is a gateway drug?” he says, causing y/n’s eyebrow to raise.

slightly out of breath, she shrugs. “yeah?”

“well i think my gateway drug is you.”

he pulls her into his lap and puts his lips back on hers, but this time much firmer. she can’t believe what is happening right now. she’s kissing her best friend- the one who helped her get over her last girlfriend, the one who would always come and get her from the bar after a bad night out, and- the one who she never could have ever imagined showing any sort of interest in her.

her mind is all fucked by the dizzying kiss and the weed that was slowly entering her system. she’s straddled on harry’s lap, kissing him with a sense of desperation, and her body feels hot. she knows that they should talk about whatever this is between them before doing anything, but her body just can’t help itself from becoming aroused.

“can i touch you?” harry murmurs between kisses. his hands are on her hips, but he needs to feel her more. feel more of her body under his touch.

y/n lets out a small groan, and leans her head back. the way he sounds almost desperate is just so hot. “fuuuuck, yes please.”

her lips return to his, and his hands are moving around her body. around her thighs, around her back, her shoulders, neck, ass- everywhere on her body. his long fingers grasp and pull at her, and she can’t help but let out a little moan at the feeling when his grasp got a little tighter.

he smirks, lips still on hers, and lets out a small ‘hmm’. he pulls away just enough for him to speak. “fucking freak.”

y/n rolls her eyes. “you’re an asshole, you know that?” she says, smiling and leaning back to look at him. he has a shit-eating grin on his face, almost teasing.

his hands move around her ass, kneading the muscle in his palms. “oh no, i know. but i think you like it.” he states. “and i think there’s something you want from me.”

she looks around at the balconies around them- there’s nobody out here, and it’s dark out, apart from the light coming from their apartment. she’s not exactly an exhibitionist- but she’s so desperate for him to touch her, she’s willing to do anything.

“and what do you think that is?” she replies, a teasing tone in her voice.

his pupils have enlarged, the green iris almost invisible. his hands move from her ass to her hips, and he thumbs gently at her waistband. “i think… you want me to touch you under…” his thumb breaks the waistband of her shorts and fiddles with the top of her panties. “here.”

her breathing hitches at the feeling of his touch so close to where she wants it. “then do it.”

he shakes his head. “nope, i wanna hear you say it.” his voice is deep, and wanting.

listen, she’s not above begging. she may come off as someone whose ego is too big to beg, but if she wants something, she’s gonna try her damndest to get it.

she gulps. “please touch me harry, i want you to touch me and make me feel good.” she says in a small, pleading voice.

his cock twitches at the sound of her begging to touch her, and immediately gives in. his hands push down her shorts all the way, and he brushes his knuckle against her wet panties.

“all this for me? already so wet…” he says, ghosting his fingers across the fabric. his fingers pull her panties to the side, finally exposing herself to him.

her breathing is heavy, and her mind is fuzzy. her hips involuntarily jerk at his touch to her bare clit, and he can’t help but smile. collecting some of her arousal on his fingers, he traces gentle patterns on her clit. a loud moan leaves her lips, and her pussy is so wet, she can hear him playing with her.

“fuck, you hear that? hear how wet you are? hear how desperate you are for me to touch your pussy?” it’s official-he thinks. his favorite sound are the little moans of desperation she’s letting out. she can’t even be bothered to give a sarcastic reply, because he just feels so good touching her.

her hips start rocking back and forth slightly, encouraging his fingers to move faster. the little moans get louder the more friction there is on her clit, and her eyes are screwed shut from pleasure.

“f-fuck, harry, faster, please.” she begs. he lets out a little groan at her words, and it just fuels him to move faster. his fingers tease her entrance, dipping in slightly before pulling them out, focusing on her clit again. he looks up at y/n, seeing her eyes shut and face full of pleasure.

“nuh-uh, look at me. look at me while i rub your clit.” he demands. her eyes shoot open. holy fuck. he’s nasty. and she fucking loves it.

her eyes meet his, her jaw slack. the look in his eyes is nothing but lust. nothing but a need to touch her and make her feel good.

she feels her climax getting closer, and her hips start rocking harder on his hands. “fuck harry, that feels so fucking good, fuck.” her voice moans loudly.

hearing his name come from her mouth in a moan makes his cock throb. “you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my fingers? wanna hear you say my name when you cum. wanna hear who makes you feel this good.” he growls in her ear.

the words send her over the edge. she’s trying to keep eye contact with harry but her eyes roll back at the feeling of of her orgasm taking over her body. “i’m coming- i’m coming. harry- oh my god. fuck.” her voice is loud, feeding into his ego.

“oh, good girl… yeah, i want everyone to know who makes you feel like this. fuck, soaking my fucking hand, pet.” he almost moans at the sound of her voice. he gets off on making others feel good.

he rubs her clit, carrying her through her orgasm. before long, her hand meets his and pulls it from her clit. “t-too sensitive, fuck” she mumbles, justifying her actions.

she’s fucked out. the last few months she’s been getting nothing but mediocre lays and subpar orgasms, but honestly she thinks that it’s all led up to this moment. she leans her head on his shoulder, taking a few deep breaths. “you’re too good at that.” she says, finally breathing normally.

he chuckles. “so i’ve heard. how are you feeling baby?” he asks, checking in with her.

she raises her head to look at him. “great. that- was really good.” she responds. her memory is coming back, still hazy from the weed, but much clearer than a few minutes ago, and she breaks the question that they’re both thinking. “so um… what, what does this mean for us?”

harry smiles, his little dimple coming out. he suddenly gets a little shy. he pushes a tendril of hair behind her ear and looks at her flushed face. “if you wanted to, i’d like to take you out on a proper date.” he tries to keep his cool, but he always gets so shy when it comes down to it.

y/n likes what she hears. she’s so glad that they got over this barrier they’ve had the last few days. “i think i would like that very much, mr. styles.” she giggles a little bit with giddiness, nose scrunching up at the look of harry being shy over asking her out.

when she finally gets off of his lap, she looks down at his shorts and smiles.

“you want some help with that?”

[gettingyourselfwetforme]

yupppppp let’s get this party started!!!!

~i’m shelby, 20, really swag and cool

~i like to write but i am the worst at actually sitting down and doing it

~i saw harry in june 2018 and sept. 2021!

~i am a lesbian but i’m a slut first so i’ll write anything (i will post a list of things i do not write!)

~ i wanna try to get a one shot (3k words+) out every 1-2 weeks, and also maybe try some blurbs (<1k words)??? i feel like blurbs are good to fill the gaps in, but lmk!!!

anyways! when you see this the first one shot will be already posted :)