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It's been a long time coming.

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summary ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Charles and her are childhood best friends. His win in Monaco proves that some promises are worth waiting for.

triggers - mentions of underage drinking, y/n (ugh)

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She watched his every move on the track. It was Monaco, the most important race of the season to him. As if on purpose, everything went to shit, dampening his mood and spirit in the upcoming weeks before the race. Leo had gotten sick and needed to stay out of the paddock with his compromised immunity. His girlfriend had broken up with him, saying she didn’t feel the passion she thought she did in the past few months. He didn’t particularly care; it was just too much hustle with the media and their constant meddling in his business. His car wasn’t performing as well as he would like, and he barely got P1 in qualifying. Now, Piastri was almost up his ass as he kept the lead for the 45th lap straight.

She remembered when they were kids; it was his favorite play pretend. Running down the sidewalk of the famous first Monaco corner with their fake carton steering wheels, Charles always had the lead. She ran as fast as her much smaller legs could carry her, but in the end, the advantage of one extra year of growth always helped him to cross the finish line first. She remembered crying to his parents and them scolding him for getting too carried away. He would sulk a little before coming to her and mumbling an apology as he wrapped his arms around her.

She watched from the Ferrari garage, as usual. She hadn’t been to a lot of races these past few months, mainly wanting to avoid his, thankfully, now ex-girlfriend. The girl didn’t like her at all, and (y/n )didn’t mind. She would be definitely doing something wrong in her life if a girl like that would like her. She was just another bleach-blonde stereotypical dumb girl, wanting to live the WAG life while she didn’t even understand the basics of the sport. It was laughable to (y/n).

He dived into the tunnel. She remembered being nine and sitting on their balcony, their feet stuck through the railing as they watched the cars zooming below them, leaving behind the stench of gas and rubber. She never liked the smell. Charles reveled in it. It was clear, even when he was ten, what his desired career path was. She admired it—him knowing what he wanted to do. She didn’t. She liked sleeping in and watching cartoons. She supposed it was in the way he had to act more mature. By that time, he was slowly racing in the big local leagues, being on the track almost every week. She hoped he wouldn’t leave her behind when he made it into F1.

Another lap passed, and she could feel the desperation and hope radiating from his onboard. She started pacing, praying to whatever was up there to let him make it. She couldn’t handle seeing him disappointed at a home race again. She had seen enough of that in the past few years. Coincidentally, he was always single when he raced in Monaco, his relationships never really reaching this milestone of his girlfriends seeing him race on the home soil. She knew she would be the one to console him if this didn’t work out. They would skip the celebrations of whoever won, and he would lock them in his apartment, taking both Leo and her into his bed and holding them tightly as he worked through the bitter taste of resentment and feelings of inadequacy. Some prior years, his hands would wander, taking her closer and holding her in a way friends shouldn’t do. But she allowed it. Just this one misstep if it would make her soothe his racing mind. She hoped it would be different this year.

She remembered them getting drunk in the bar overlooking the last corner of the track when they were teenagers. He was freshly 18 and snuck her 17-year-old ass in. His old classmates dragged him there, and he didn’t want to spend his birthday night without her. He had never done it before. They didn’t like it there. Even though it was an under-the-radar local bar with prices catered towards the locals and not the millionaire visitors, he still found it quite expensive. He was finishing up F2 and talking of an F1 contract. The whole group pregamed, as young people do, and already came into the bar more than slightly drunk. She didn’t have as much, nervous about her parents finding out she was sneaking into a bar. As his friends announced another round, Charles and y/n looked at each other knowingly. They bought one beer to split and keep the buzz going and snuck out.

They found themselves on a rocky beach. In most places, it was very uncomfortable to sit on and quite dangerous if the wind picked up. They liked it there, though. It was October, and cold enough for them to be wearing jackets and long pants. He popped the cap with his keys and offered her the first sip. She took the bottle with a thankful smile. They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to talk. There was an unspoken understanding and never an awkward moment of silence between them. He took her hand into his and placed it in his palms, trying to keep it warm. She was always freezing. As the minutes went by, they got closer to each other, intertwining their limbs.

It was long after both of their curfews when they were turning the corner to her street. He was holding her hand as he led her to her front door. He turned to look at her and he already found her staring at him with a knowing look on her face. His drunken haze was long gone, but the alcohol confidence stayed as he stepped closer and ducked his head to place a gentle kiss against her lips. They parted soon after and smiled at each other sadly.

“I know,” he softly whispered and kissed her forehead. He knew she just wasn’t ready. And it was alright; he understood.

“Ask me again when you win a home race in red,” she whispered with a slight smile playing on her lips, masking just how sad it made her.

He only nodded as he pressed another kiss to her forehead before he took a step back and watched her get inside her house. Once she waved at him from the window of her room, he was comfortable with going back home.

Tears streamed down her face as she watched him drive past the checkered flag. She could feel Pascale wrap her arms around her as she shook with sobs, watching her son achieve something he and his father wanted for so long. She was pretty sure she dissociated. It was an out-of-body experience watching him get out of that car and pull his helmet off. His eyes were crinkled as the biggest smile he had possibly ever sported made its way onto his face when he saw his entire team behind the metal barricades. She was thankful everyone in the team was mindful because she was sure she would be squashed against the railing in front of her. He made his way to the team. She thought he would jump into the crowd of the Ferrari workers, but he simply stood in front of her. It was another one of those knowing moments. They didn’t have to say anything as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She could feel him trembling and knew he probably needed some emotional grounding.

“I won in red,” he whispered into her ear, a hopeful look in his eyes.

She tilted her head back to look up at him. He was a Monaco race winner, something he wanted since they were kids. Her hands traveled from his shoulders to the nape of his neck and to the back of his head where she tangled her fingers in the slightly sweaty hair. She didn’t care. He looked at her tenderly. They both knew.

“A promise is a promise,” she whispered teasingly before she guided his head down to her face and pressed a loving kiss on his lips.

She felt a tear down his cheek, and she discreetly wiped it from his skin. She knew he waited for a long time. She did too.

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This was so good

how to lose a guy in 10 days

hello, welcome to the beginning of my romcom h series where i’m just writing harry in to iconic romantic comedies. now it won’t be verbatim (although some iconic quotes are incorporated), so don’t expect that. it has the same plot though. i hope that you love the start of this series. thank you for reading. 💌

summary: a journalist who is in desperate need of a promotion has only has one simple task, lose a guy in ten days. what happens when Y/N meets a man named Harry that she can fool? Oh, but the only thing is he has his own promotion task to complete…he needs to make a woman fall in love with him in ten days.

warning: fluff, angst, & good ole cheesy romance.

wc: 9.2k (grab a snack)

“I’ve acted batshit crazy to this guy, he’s not budging,” Y/N complained to her friends in her living room.

She was at a loss, her only task for promotion was to lose a guy in 10 days. She wanted this promotion not just to have bragging rights that she did in fact lose a guy, but to be taken more seriously as a journalist.

Living in New York, it was hard to get out of the pool of writing small dating articles. Y/N was over these small sections about topics that weren’t going to change the world.

She wanted something more serious. Perhaps covering world news or something in politics. Her dream of being a journalist surely wasn’t where she is at right now. She wasn’t one of those people who were unappreciative of her opportunity, just a woman looking for a change.

So, when her boss opened up the opportunity of getting to write more serious topics, she was willing to do anything. Even if it was using some guy as a pawn. Sitting with her closest friends sharing a bottle of wine, they talked about her journey so far with the task at hand.

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Her memory

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary - Telling one of your closest friends you killed her mother almost 2 decades ago seems to be harder than it sounds. Bucky could talk about it.

Word count - 1,2k

a/n - hello, this one is quickly written, but I hope you enjoy it.

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“I just don’t understand it, I guess I’m just too old,” Bucky grumbled as he shifted on the other side of her couch, glaring at the tv.

“Oh come on, you just weren’t watching,” she bumped her foot against his bicep in warning, and he settled down.

She watched for a few minutes before he grumbled. Again. She got annoyed.

“Bucky c’mon, just try for me please, this was my mom’s favorite movie, I just want to do something she liked,” she begged sadly, making him stop in his tracks. Frozen, he unglued his eyes from the tv.

“Why today?” He knew.

“Oh, it’s the anniversary of her death, I just wanted to remember her with something nice,” (y/n) shrugged like it was nothing. He knew she sometimes had problems with showing her emotions.

“She was killed when she was working, an accident they said, but what kind of an accident is being covered by the government, I don’t know,” she smiled sadly. The weight of the notebook in his pocket was a million times multiplied as the words of truth sat on the tip of his tongue.

“I just wish they would at least tell me, I mean, how big of a deal is the death of a cashier to the government,” too focused on the frustration written on her face, he didn’t even register the words that escaped his mouth.

“She wasn’t a cashier,”

He knew he fucked up. The moment the last letter left his tongue, he knew he lost her. His closest friend, the only person he had in this, for him, absolutely foreign world.

“What do you mean Buck?” She asked.

“I-” he stuttered. He couldn’t possibly tell her He killed her mother because she was working for the SHIELD and was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“James,” she threatened.

“I haven’t told you something important about my past,” he started. The notebook burned his skin through the thin material of his sweatpants. He took it out and handed it to her shakily.

“What is this Buck,” she asked confused.

“There is a page marked, open and read.”

“List of amends? Buck why would I care about people you wronged…” she stopped talking.

“Why is my name written in here bucky?” The desperation in her voice made his heart ache.

“I- I just want you to listen, and listen carefully. I know that after what I tell you you might never want to talk to me again, but I need you to listen to me until I finish talking,” he pleaded. She wordlessly nodded, not knowing what to expect.

So he started. He told her everything. Like the fact that he was truly old, and the jokes weren’t actually jokes, what HYDRA did to him, he showed her his arm for the first time. He told her about the mission from 15 years ago. How he was tasked to intercept an ongoing S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation that had come too close to ruining hydra, and how he had to destroy evidence and kill anyone who could say even a word of it.

He told her how he almost didn’t find her mother, she was hiding in one of the cabinets, but her heart beat too loudly, and he tracked her down.

At the end of his rant, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he was desperate to hold it together, not to break down and beg her not to walk out of his life. He was selfish, but he couldn’t do it without her. It was as if she gave his life a new meaning after he was pardoned. As if he was whole again, after so many years of suffering.

She was quiet, her eyes wide with fear, horror, and sadness.

“Please,” he croaked out. “Please say something,”

“How were you planning to make amends with me? We’ve been friends for 8 months,” she mumbled, sniffling slightly. He chuckled humorlessly.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Before you, I didn’t take the list very seriously, most of the people on there were corrupted people who wronged hydra and I was sent to punish them by doing something worse than killing them,” Bucky shrugged. “But then, you came along. And for the first time, since I started therapy, the list became important to me. Maybe it was because I got the corrupted people done quickly, and left people like you, good people, to deal with later.” He looked at the notebook in her hands.

“I’m almost done, you know?” He chuckled. “There are 3 people left, If I’m not counting you,” he sighed sadly.

She looked at him for a while, studying him with her gaze. He should’ve felt tense, but right there and then, he didn’t. That’s where he felt the safest, the most himself. Under her gaze, in the confines of her cozy apartment.

“Do you remember everything from that day?” She peeped out, voice rough from the strain she put on herself not to break down. He nodded. It was his curse, all the memory wiping, and the only thing he could vividly remember were the faces. The horrified faces of people he murdered in cold blood.

The two of them sat in silence. Looking at each other from time to time, coming to terms with and realizing what had just happened.

“And he is gone. Completely? The winter soldier I mean,” She questioned curiously. Bucky nodded in reply.

“Yes, totally gone, nothing can trigger me, the words they used as a trigger are wiped, I spent some time in Wakanda because of it,” he explained. He saw her visibly relax.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. He almost jumped back.

“Why the hell are you apologizing?” He furrowed his brows.

“Because it’s unfair, I should be angry or horrified, or sad, or whatever, but I’m not, because what you have gone through is horrible, and terrifying, and I could never be angry with you because It’s you we are talking about,” she breathed out.

“Which sounds really weird when I think about it because, Bucky, you killed my mother, but at the same time it wasn’t you, and I’m rambling, and I- I just don’t know what to do,” she threw her hands in the air.

Bucky thought about it for a while.

“Would you want some space between us, like not seeing each other for a while?” She shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just- I need some time to think,”

“I’ll go then, call me when you are ready,” Bucky smiled sadly. She got to know him well enough over the past few months that they’d been friends to know, he was in agony.

She caught his hand as he went to stand up from the couch.

“I want you to know I don’t hate you, and that it was not your fault. I’m not angry, I just need some time to process. So please,” she pleaded. “Please don’t beat yourself up about this, I’m thankful you told me, it brought me the peace I haven’t known in over a decade,”

He nodded wordlessly, feeling just a little better about the situation.

“I might need some time so, please, give it to me, and when I’m ready, I’ll be back with you,” she squeezed his hand.

“I promise,”

He left her apartment with a small smile. He hadn’t lost her. And even if she needed some space right now, he was soothed by the fact that she would be back in his arms.

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Tinder men can't do it like you do.

summary - Your friends' constant nagging gets to you, and you and Harry cross the friends and lovers line when you drunkenly confess your thoughts to him. This leads to the loss of your virginity.

wordcount - 5,5k

warnings - full-on smut, alcohol (no smut under the influence) nothing else

a/n - it is heree. THANK YOU for 1000 followers, thank you for supporting me on my journey here, it means the world to me. This is my thank you to you.

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You never understood the pressure everyone was under when it came to losing your virginity. Ever since you were a teenager the people you were surrounded with put more worth on the thing than you thought it had.

Fast forward to your 20s, you became too busy with college and didn’t have time to think about relationships, or losing your virginity for that matter. Only when you settled into your life after college, you started to think you were maybe a bit too late.

You would listen to your friends talk about their sex lives with their partners while you quietly sat there and listened awkwardly. You never even had a proper boyfriend. Sure, there was Dean back in high school when you were 16, but that only lasted for 2 months before he dumped you for a more popular girl. You weren’t hurt or anything, you focused on your studies and didn’t mind being single.

But when you tell someone, at 24, that you’ve never had a proper boyfriend and never even properly kissed, it got you a few pitiful glances and sad smiles.

You’ve had enough of it if you were being honest with yourself. You just wanted to get it over with, and you did an unimaginable thing, something, you never thought about before. You downloaded Tinder.

You matched with about 20 men, each more sleazy than the one before him. After 2 months of trying a man who was at least a tiny bit respectful and not some weirdo, you gave up on this option.

When you complained to your friends, they all gave you the same answer.

“Just ask Harry,”

You always scowled at this reaction. Of course, they would say that. They were absolutely in love with Harry, and who could blame them, you were too after all.

You didn’t like hearing it, mainly because you fantasized about it quite a lot when you were alone. You couldn’t help it, you were quite smitten. You always thought about what it would be like to lose your virginity to Harry. Would he be gentle? Would he try to make you laugh? You often tortured yourself with these pictures, only to get your heart cracked when you realized it would never happen.

The rain pattered on your umbrella as you rushed through the street, trying to get to the club. Harry was finally back in London, and the two of you decided to get together for some drinks. You shook the umbrella a bit when you got under the patio of the club and showed the bouncer your id.

You walked in, looking around, searching for the booth Harry reserved. You were incredibly nervous, your stomach churning a bit. It was only you and Harry tonight, as he said he wanted to catch up with just you alone.

You looked around for a few moments before you spotted a mop of curly hair in the crowd, coming closer to you.

He looked amazing. His hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, making the curls more defined. He was wearing a pair of high-waisted trousers with a barely buttoned shirt.

“There you are,” he shouted over the music and pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burrowing his face into your shoulder, staying like this for a while.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your ear, making sure you heard him. His hot breath on your ear made you shiver and goosebumps erupted all over your skin.

“I missed you too, let’s go sit down,” You pulled back and shouted at him. He nodded, signaling he heard you over the loud music and pulled you toward the booth he reserved for the two of you. You sat down on the cushioned sofa and Harry nearly jumped on top of you, immediately grabbing and trapping you in a tight hug.

“It was a terror without you,” he sighed dramatically and you giggled at his antics.

“For me too, I couldn’t properly sleep or eat or function without you,” you cried jokingly, making Harry chuckle.

“Let’s get drunk now, we’ll talk then,” Harry jumped up.

“So you just wanted to get drunk with me, and not ask me how I’ve been,” you glared at him.

“I like talking better when we are drunk, you are more fun that way,” he winked and pulled you from the couch towards the bar.

The whole world was spinning. You were sprawled out on the sofa with a fruity drink in your hand, trying to slow the room down.

“I don’t think I can do more, I’ll probably pass out if I do,” you complained loudly and Harry giggled. He had a better alcohol tolerance than you ever had.

“I can still do some more, give me the drink,” Harry reached over and took your drink from your hand. The limb fell to the velvet material of the couch and you stroked your fingers up and down the fabric.

“I haven’t gotten drunk in so long, I didn’t want to drink much during the tour,” Harry spoke up and you turned your head towards him.

“Me neither, it’s no fun being drunk when it’s not with you,” you closed your eyes in bliss after the room finally stopped spinning.

“Oh yeah, that’s why we are here, let’s catch up,” Harry laid down on the same couch as you, making your heads bump together.

“Any luck with the Tinder thing you told me about?” He asked and you vigorously shook your head.

“No, all of them were dicks, plus my friends were being stupid and I never really went through with it,” You confessed, playing with your fingers above your face.

“What did they tell you again?” He sighed disapprovingly. You knew how he felt about your friends. Most of them weren’t very supportive of anything you did in your life if it was even slightly different than what they would’ve done.

You were quiet for a while, wondering if you should tell him what they kept telling you in the past few months.

“They told me I should go to you,” you mumbled quietly, feeling your whole face heat up.

“What do you mean,” he mumbled.

“They told me I should ask you to take my virginity because I quote ‘you are hot’,” you dumped all of the information on him, slightly regretting it the moment it left your mouth.

Harry stayed quiet for a while, only letting out quiet puffs of breath. You went to sit up and look at him when he spoke up.

“Would you want to?” he asked quietly.

‘What?’ your eyes bulged and you sat up as quickly as you could without getting sick.

You looked at Harry, immediately noticing the bright blush coating his cheeks.

‘Was he serious?’

You stared at each other for a few long moments before Harry sat up as well and asked once again.

“Would you want to?”

This time, his words weren’t as slurred as they were before, indicating that this exchange sobered him up as much as it did you.

“I-I, what?” you stuttered, still not understanding what he wanted to hear from you.

“It’s just a question, you don’t have to answer, but just to let you know, if you would like to, I wouldn’t mind, not at all actually, but again only if you wanted to, I mean…” Harry stuttered and blushed even harder than before.

‘What the fuck was happening,’

You sat up straight and continued to stare at him, heart beating at a rapid pace. This can’t be happening. Did you drink something you weren’t supposed to? What the fuck.

“(y/n), look, I’m sorry I know it was a stupid thing to say, let’s just forget about it him?” He nervously asked.

“This isn’t really happening is it?” you spoke up quietly. Harry looked at you confused and scooched closer to you. He put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“Tell me what’s going through your mind,” he pleaded.

“I’m fucking shocked, that’s what’s happening,” you laughed and dragged your hand lightly over your face, careful not to mess up your makeup.

“Whenever I heard that I should come to you, I always had to keep telling myself that I really shouldn’t, because you would never do that for me, and now, you suddenly say this,” you confessed.

You looked over to Harry, carefully studying his expression. He calmly looks over at you and asks again.

“Would you want to?”

You looked him in the eye and nodded your head.

“Yeah, I would,” he took your hand in his and rubbed a few soft circles into your wrist.

“Tomorrow?” He asked making you almost choke on your saliva.

“What?”

“Like, would you want to do it tomorrow?” He asked again.

You were pretty sure you were going to pass out.

“Sure,” you choked out, the spinning from before suddenly returning.

You sat side by side for a while, the silence eating both of you.

“Look, if you don’t want to, we can forget about this and never talk about this ever again, I promise it won’t be awkward,” Harry spoke out again.

“No, I want this, I’m just kind of in shock that it’s happening, and I’m slightly nervous” you laughed nervously.

“You don’t have to be, It’s just me,” Harry smiled and squeezed your hand gently.

“Let’s get you home and we’ll text in the morning to see if you are still sure about this,” Harry stood up and pulled you up with him, already ordering an uber to take the two of you home.

You woke up hungover the next morning. Wrapped up in your sheets, you squirmed as the sun coming through the windows burned your eyes. Sighing and annoyed, you roughly turned around, back facing the window as you shut your eyes until you saw galaxies.

The phone on your nightstand vibrated, making you curse whoever was texting you at this hour of the day. You groaned, roughly grabbing the phone and yanking the charger out of it.

Harry <3:

Hey, love, good morning :), are we still on today? Wanted to check in, in case you decided against it (that would be totally fine btw). So yeah, text me when you wake up.

You screwed your eyes shut. You’ve almost forgotten the conversation you had at the club yesterday. You thought about it for a bit. While he seemed very enthusiastic the night before, you weren’t sure he would be up to it when he woke up. Seemed you were wrong.

Me:

Hey, H, just woke up, if you are 100% sure, then we are still on. But can we meet at yours? My place is a mess. And when?

You sent the chaotic message, rubbing your eyes roughly.

The three dots appeared for a little while, indicating that he was typing his message.

Harry <3:

Of course, how about you come in the evening, we can have some light dinner and watch a movie so we won’t be as stressed, hm?

God, he was the sweetest, always thinking 3 steps ahead.

Me:

Okay, yeah, that sounds nice. I’ll be around 6 xx

With that, you threw your phone against the mattress, groaning. You shouldn’t have drunk so much.

You were so immersed in the movie you totally forgot why you came over to Harry’s in the first place. You lay in front of him, pushed up against his chest.

Harry was running his hands up and down your side through the whole movie, not making you think about what he was doing.

The less intense part of the movie started when you felt Harry softly pepper kisses around your neck. You shuddered from the feeling, grabbing Harry’s hand on your hip tightly.

“You okay?” He huskily whispered into your ear and you nodded quickly.

“I want to get you a little bit more relaxed, this is supposed to feel nice, not nerve-wracking or as something you need to be scared of,” Harry explained and continued to kiss down your neck. You nodded once more and melted into the nice feeling of Harry’s lips on your skin.

He continued to pepper little kisses around the sensitive skin of your neck, easing you into the feeling more and more.

“We should go to the bedroom, it’s going to be a bit better than on the couch,” Harry interrupted his kisses. You nodded absentmindedly and raised your weight off of him to let him stand up. As he straightened his back he groaned a little bit, making you giggle.

“Don’t laugh at me, ‘m almost 30,” he pouted and quickly slipped his hands under your body, raising you into the air and moving in the direction of the bedroom.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and hooked your chin on his shoulder, listening to his calm breathing. You were calm, not nervous like you thought you would be, but everything was simple with him.

He opened the door to his bedroom with his free fingers and walked in, shutting the door behind him with his bum. He walked forward until his knees hit the bed and slowly laid you down on his bed. You stared at each other for a few moments before you burst out laughing. You giggled together for some time before you calmed down.

“See? Not so bad, not serious as well,” Harry pointed out and you grinned widely. He gently brushed his fingertips down your cheek.

“Y’ so pretty, never tell you as much as I should,” he whispered.

“Stop,” you looked away, insides turning into one mush.

“’S true though,” he whined jokingly and kissed your cheek lightly.

“Can we continue now?” You asked shyly.

“Eager now, are we?” He teased and wiggled his eyebrows.

You slapped his shoulder lightly and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t get cocky now, or I’ll get up and leave,” you threatened jokingly.

“Sorry, sorry, did not mean to do that, forgive me?” He asked, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Just because it’s you, I guess we can do that,” you smiled and looked up at him and into his eyes.

“Let me kiss you,” he whispered and you nodded, without even having to think about it.

He moved closer. You could feel his breath on your lips and he stopped moving for a few moments, just to give you time to back off, if you needed it. But you knew, you were ready and wanted to do this. With him.

When your lips pressed together, it was like a breath of fresh air filling your lungs. You moved your lips together slowly, the intimacy of the moment making your head spin. Subconsciously, you opened your mouth just a tiny bit, which gave Harry the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You whined into his mouth, enjoying the almost new feeling.

You separated after a few minutes, both of you needing air.

“You doing okay?” Harry asked as he watched your dazed expression.

“Yeah, it’s just, nice,” you mumbled and turned your head away from him, still feeling shy.

“Don’t turn away from me, how am I supposed to kiss you hmm?” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his cliche words.

You turned to look at him with a smirk.

“Where did you get that from huh?”

“Don’t laugh at me or I’ll cancel my offer,” He warned.

“Sure, and miss the chance to get your dick wet? I don’t think so,” You pointed out.

“How dare you? Paint me out as some sort of a man whore, I am truly wounded,” He gasped and clutched his chest, faking hurt.

“Instead of complaining, you should kiss me,” you giggled at him.

“Yeah, what a great suggestion,” he murmured before he connected your lips in a sweet kiss. This kiss stayed sweet and didn’t turn into a heated make-out session like the last one.

“Can we go further now?” you murmured against his lips.

He nodded wordlessly and raised his weight off of you.

“Let’s take your clothes off hmm? I think that is a good start,” he smiled.

“Sit up for me,” he ordered gently and you complied, quickly sitting up.

You raised your arms and he swiftly took off your shirt, leaving you in a cute lacy bra you picked out specifically that morning.

“God, you look so beautiful,” Harry groaned at the sight of you and didn’t waste any time pushing you back and latching his mouth on your newly exposed skin. He sucked a hickey above the top of your bra while his fingers explored the rest of your naked torso, from the bottom of your bra over your stomach, and up to the waistline of your sweatpants.

He pulled off with a wet pop sounding through the bedroom as he eyed the angry red patch appearing on your skin.

“So pretty,” he whispered. He kissed around your skin for a few more moments, enjoying the little whines that he pulled from you. His fingers crept up from the front to your back, toying with the clasp of your bra. He tugged on it for a bit before the clasp had come off. He pulled the bra straps off your shoulders and tossed it somewhere in the room.

The temperature in the room made goosebumps erupt all over your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself, in order to hide from the cold, but also Harry’s stare.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see you,” He kissed the skin above your breasts as if to coax you to remove your hands. You took a deep breath and slowly let go of your flesh, exposing yourself to him. You lay under him, bare and vulnerable, waiting for him to do something.

“So, so, beautiful, baby,” he praised as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly, while he rolled the other one between his finger. Overwhelmed with the new feeling, you threw your head back against the soft sheets below you, moaning softly and gripping the fabric underneath your body, as you arched your back, pushing your skin even closer to his mouth.

“So good, H,” you mumbled and brought your hand up to tangle in his curls, tugging at the roots when his teeth grazed your nipple in a particular way.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured against your skin before he peppered soft kisses anywhere he could reach.

His hand started to explore.

Down.

Down.

Caressing your skin with feather-light touches until he got to the upper part of your thigh, gently kneading your skin, making you shiver with anticipation and jittery with nerves.

“Gonna have to prepare you for me, love, so I won’t hurt you,” he explained, gently kissing your cheek. You nodded, even though your racing mind barely understood his words.

He moved away from the skin of your chest, admiring the red patches he left on your skin with a grin playing on his lips.

“Oh, don’t look so smug,” you laughed breathlessly.

“Have to take my time to admire,” he joked and moved up your body so you were face to face again. You decided you could stay like this forever, with his weight laid on top of your body, feeling his warmth. He didn’t waste any time and pressed his lips to yours once again, the kiss feeling more urgent than before.

He did this while the hand on your thigh continued to caress the soft skin. As your lips continued to kiss, his hand slipped into your underwear, immediately sliding his fingers through your slit.

“God, so wet for me already,” he groaned against your lips, breaking your kiss for a little while.

He gathered your wetness, moving it up to your clit, starting to draw small circles with the tip of his finger around the nub.

You shuddered out a shaky breath, your head falling against Harry’s shoulder closest to your head.

“H,” you whimpered, your hands shooting up, wrapping around his torso and gripping the material of his shirt tightly.

“M’ here lovie, hold on to me,” he whispered to you, kissing your temple, the only part of your face which was not completely burrowed in his neck due to the pleasure you found yourself in.

You let out a quiet moan as he dipped the tip of his middle finger in you.

“Tell me if it becomes too much, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I trust you, Harry,” you murmured, looking into his eyes intently.

He kissed your lips quickly, and sweetly, nodding his head.

With one hand, he spread your legs as much as he could, whispering that he needed as much space as he could have.

Kissing your lips one more time, he moved down your body, placing kisses here and there. Hooking his fingers in your underwear, he gently tugged them down.

“Hips up, please,” he kissed your thigh as he ordered.

You raised your hips up and felt the soft fabric slide down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of him. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Harry was quicker and grabbed you by your knees before they could touch.

“Nu-uh, darling, legs opened for me,” he nipped the soft skin of your thigh in a warning.

You went to say something in response, but your breath got caught in your throat when Harry put his mouth on you. Licking into you, he made you see stars just with his tongue. You’ve never felt this kind of pleasure, never before have you thought that someone other than you could bring you so much pleasure.

“Taste so good baby,” he groaned against you.

You mewled out his name, bucking your hips into his face, trying to get even closer. Harry pined your hips down to the bed with his hand, making you whine in disappointment.

“Hold still for me, and let me do my job,” he murmured against you, making a bolt of pleasure run up your spine.

Blinded by pleasure, your hands sneaked into Harry’s curls, tugging him closer to you.

You fought the invisible force that tried to close your eyes, you looked at Harry, and the sight alone made you almost come right there and then.

With his eyes shut tightly, Harry ate you out vigorously, hips softly bucking against the soft of the mattress, trying to relieve the hardness in his sweatpants.

A knot formed in your stomach the more Harry licked into you, making you chase your quickly approaching orgasm by squeezing your thighs around his head, afraid he was going to move away. You thought you would last a little bit longer, but as soon as he moved his mouth to wrap around your clit, you were gone. As he first suckled on your clit, an orgasm came rippling through you, spasms making you twitch.

“Oh God, oh God,” you panted as you cradled your fingers through Harry’s hair. He laid his head against your thigh catching his breath as well.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly.

“Yeah, just… wow,” you laughed.

“Good?” Harry asked teasingly as he raised himself from his position and lay beside you.

“Yeah, good,” you grinned up at him.

“Let’s do a pause for water yeah? Need to keep you hydrated,” he kissed your forehead and stretched to get a water bottle from his nightstand.

He let you drink from it, fussing over you so you wouldn’t accidentally choke on the water.

When you were done drinking, Harry took a few small gulps, before he tossed it to the carpeted floor.

He turned back to you.

You opened your arms smiling. Harry didn’t waste any time and cuddled you.

“Do you want to continue? Or are we done?” He asked kindly, kissing your jawline.

“I want to continue, I’m just a little… scared,” you admitted. He shook his head.

“No need to be, I’m here, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him passionately.

Harry shifted to rest his weight on top of you, grabbing you by the waist.

Sneaking your hands underneath his shirt, you raked your nails against the skin of his chest, making him whimper under his breath.

“Want me to get that off?” He asked breathlessly, making you nod eagerly.

He raised to his knees, quickly ridding himself of the shirt before he dropped back on top of you, making you jump on the mattress a little bit.

“I should make you come again, with just my fingers hm? Would you like that?” He mused as he traced your collarbone with his pointer finger, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. You shook your head, desperately straining your neck to get a chance to connect your lips to his once again.

“No? What would you like if not my fingers?” Harry teased, looking all innocent.

You desperately whined, clumsily grinding against his clothed groin.

“Words, love,” he grinned evilly, making you whine once more.

“I want you inside me, I want your cock,” you choked out, making him chuckle.

“Alright, love, let me get my clothes off, I’m done teasing,” he smiled, lightly kissing your forehead, making you breathe out a sigh of relief.

Harry stood up. He undid the knot on his sweatpants and let them pool around his ankles, standing in front of you only in his underwear.

He slid the fabric down his legs quickly, finally letting you see him naked.

Your jaw dropped slightly in surprise and astonishment, letting out a quiet breath. You felt arousal pool in your stomach, feeling a twisting motion inside you.

“You okay?” He smirked, clearly knowing what he was doing to you. You found it in you to nod slightly, eyes never leaving Harry’s figure.

He reached over to the nightstand, fishing around for a while before he pulled out a foiled packet. He moved back onto the bed, sitting on his knees as he opened the condom package carefully.

As he went to put the condom on, you reached out in a moment of bravery.

“Can I try?” You asked, eyes wide, making Harry groan quietly. He only nodded, carefully passing you the condom.

“God,” he choked out as you slowly pumped him in your hand.

You raised to your knees, mimicking Harry’s position. You grabbed the condom properly before you started to carefully roll it down his length.

“That’s good baby, that’s so good,” he whispered, panting, once the condom was on. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in, closer to his body.

He grabbed all over your body, every curve, anywhere he could reach. After a few moments, he gently laid you down, staying on top of you, with his weight resting solely on his arms. Oh god, what you wanted for those arms to do to you.

Harry placed his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Alright yeah?” He confirmed once more. You nodded breathlessly.

“This might hurt you for a little while, tell me if you want to stop, I don’t want to hurt you, love, wouldn’t forgive myself,” he whispered, tenderly thumbing at the skin of your waist.

You wrapped all of your limbs around him, arms around his torso, and your legs around his hips, your heels digging into his back.

You took a few deep breaths, softly nodding at him to go on.

He ran his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness as lubrication. He pumped his cock a few times, ragged breaths escaping his pretty lips before he pushed his tip inside you.

He continued to push himself inside of you inch by inch, kissing your lips, trying to distract you from the pain you were feeling.

“Doing so good for me, so proud of you,” he whispered and kissed away the stray tears that escaped your eyes.

“It hurts,” you mumbled as you shifted to open your legs a bit more.

You whimpered in pain, as he settled against you, placing your forehead against yours.

He continued to fill you up, pushing himself into you more and more.

Once completely inside you, he strangled out a soft moan, brushing his lips against the delicate skin of your neck. You scratched down his back as you continued to adjust to his size, making him groan in pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

You were in heaven. With Harry buried inside of you, feeling him everywhere, you never truly understood just how touch-starved you were until now. You never wanted this to end, wanting to stay here forever. Wrapped in his fancy sheets with no clothes, feeling him all around, your senses filled with him.

“H, move, please,” you pleaded as you bucked your hips against his, trying to get him to move. He nodded mindlessly, clearly drunk on the pleasure you were providing.

Lazily, he rocked his hips into you, testing the waters.

You let out a gasp of his name, as you dug your fingers into the skin of his back.

“Fuck, feeling better than I had ever imagined,” he grunted into your skin, his hips thrusting against you more roughly.

His hand glided down your body, teasing touches only adding to your pleasure. A jolt of electricity ran through you as he touched your clit, rubbing soft circles into it.

You threw your head back, cursing under your breath.

“Good, yeah?” Harry asked breathlessly, the rhythm of his hips stuttering slightly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyes closed in bliss.

Drunk on the pleasure, you captured Harry’s lips in a rough kiss, breathing heavily against him.

“Feel so good, H, you make me feel so good,” you sighed dazed.

Harry’s rhythm quickened. His thrusts got rougher, your moans syncing with the rhythm of his hips as he stroked and brushed the spongy wall of your g-spot.

Your walls fluttered against his cock in response, as you cried out into the stillness of his bedroom.

With his hips snapping against yours roughly, the only thing you could do was hold onto him, and take all of the pleasure he was giving you. His thrusts were more precise and more confident, his hips drawing out every single stroke, only prolonging your pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come quicker than I would like to if you keep squeezing me like that,” he moaned into your neck.

His whimpers made your stomach clench. Something about having a man whine out of pleasure because of you made you slightly dizzy.

“H,” you called out. “M’close,” you slurred, lightheaded from the pressure of your impending orgasm.

Harry’s fingers on your clit faltered before he nodded and rubbed you a little bit faster, wanting to get you to your orgasm quickly, because he wasn’t sure he could last any longer.

Everything went white.

You were almost certain you died for a while as your orgasm raged through you. You heard Harry come a few seconds after you did, slumping against you, whispering soft praises into your ears.

You closed your eyes for what felt like a few seconds before you felt the mattress dip beside you. This made you open your eyes, meeting Harry’s slightly concerned gaze.

“Are you okay?” he questioned while opening up a new pack of wet wipes.

You only nodded, not trusting your voice just yet.

“My sweet girl, you did so good,” he cooed as he kissed your forehead. You shivered, suddenly aware of the cold air in the room.

“Let me quickly wipe you down, and we can get under the covers,” he asked and you nodded absent-mindedly, opening your legs to let him slip in between.

You hissed as the cold of the wipe made contact with your skin, jerking away from his hand.

“Sorry, sorry, almost done, just a little bit, we can rest for a while after that,” Harry reassured.

He quickly threw away the wet wipe and rushed to his bed, to you. He bundled you up in a soft blanket before he laid down, taking you into his arms. Gently kissing your forehead, he placed your head against his shoulder.

“Did I do good?” you asked meekly, eyes swimming with sleep.

“Of course, my best girl,” he smiled.

“You did well too, I really enjoyed it, it was everything I ever thought it would be,” you beamed, cuddling closer to him.

“Me too,” he sighed.

“You said that it felt better than you had imagined, did you mean it?”

“Every word, we can talk later but now, close your eyes for a few minutes, we have all the time in the world after you wake up, I’ll be here,” he smoothed his hand down your hair.

“You have a point,” you agreed, yawning, as you fell into a well-deserved slumber.

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[harryscherrypie]

Restless

Harry styles x reader

summary - you are restless, good thing Harry has a solution

wordcount - 0,6k; she's short

warnings - smut(cockwarming), disgusting fluff

a/n - lil sumthing sumething smutty for you guys, hope you enjoy it even if it's so short.

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You felt restless.

You were sprawled on Harry, his arms wrapped around your frame, tugging you impossibly closer. This wasn’t enough.

Wrapping your arms tighter around his midsection, you scooched up him, burying your face into the crook of his neck, and breathing in his scent. Harry shifted under your form, squeezing the backs of your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” He rasped into your ear, making wetness pool in your underwear.

“You’re not close enough,” you whined trying to snuggle closer.

“Love, I don’t think I could possibly be closer than I am now,” he mused. You frowned as you wiggled on top of him, trying to find a better position.

“You don’t understand, I want to crawl into your skin and be that close, but I obviously can't do that, so this is the next best thing,” you grumbled.

“That was cutely violent,” he chuckled.

Finally, you found a nice position, but of course, Harry had to get an itch in his lower back and ruin it.

“Don’t pout,” he warned.

“M’not pouting, I don’t know what you are talking about,” you grumbled back.

“Be good for me and settle down,” he asked.

You could try, just because he asked nicely.

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Well, at least you tried. No matter how much you tried, nothing you did to soothe yourself worked. You could feel Harry’s annoyance with you growing, but you couldn’t help it. When you changed your position atop of him for a millionth time in what was a minute, you sponged a few kisses against his jawline.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on.” you frowned sadly. “I just feel empty,” you explained.

“It’s okay baby, I shouldn’t get annoyed,” he sighed, accepting your apology with ease.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“You feel empty huh?” He smirked, a thought clearly brewing in his mind.

“Oh god, what are you thinking about?” You chuckled lowly.

“What if I like just slipped inside of you, would you let me?” He rasped into your ear. You nodded vigorously, very much liking his suggestion.

You peeled off your leggings and wet panties with Harry following you, chucking his shorts and underwear somewhere on the floor.

“C’mere,” he beckoned you to lay on top of him and you complied. He pumped himself a few times with one hand, as the fingers of his other hand slipped between your folds, feeling your wetness.

“So wet for me, this is what was wrong, you just wanted my cock,” he teased. You nodded, biting your lip, as you waited for him to slip inside of you.

“Alright baby, get comfortable,” he requested. You were already pretty comfortable, so you only spread your legs even more.

You felt the tip of his cock tap your clit lightly, making you squirm before he gently pushed into you.

You breathed out a sigh of relief.

The closeness you desperately craved was finally at the tips of your fingers. You relished in the way Harry’s breathing quickened as he completely pressed into you until his hips slotted against your own.

“I love you s’much,” Harry slurred as he stilled his hips, before he grabbed the tv remote, and started the episode you were watching again.

“Be good for me and watch the whole episode with me without squirming, and if you do well, I will let you come,”

“I love you too,” you sighed dreamily as you settled against his chest, eyes already filling with sleep.

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[harryscherrypie]

CEO Harry masterlist

in order

Confessions - You confess your feelings

I'm dating your boss, surprise - your ex gets what's what he deserves

[harryscherrypie]

Confessions

CEO!Harry Styles x reader

summary - after a year of friendship, you found yourself having feelings for your quite older friend. Everything changes at his birthday party.

wordcount - 2,7k

warnings - age gap (not much, Harry is 32 and the reader is 25)

a/n - I fucking hate the tumblr tags, this is like the 7th time I'm posting this and it's not showing up in the tags.

This is something like a prequel/sequel to my other CEO harry fic, so for some clarity, please read that one as well, you can find it in my masterlist.

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Harry’s 32nd birthday was approaching quickly. You have been friends for about a year at this point and you were already sure you were falling in love with him. You thought it would take a bit longer to get over Adam, but Harry had made it very hard. You have thought very hard and long as to what gift you were going to gift him on his birthday but came up with nothing. What can you give to a person who could have anything with the snap of their finger? His seemingly never-ending wallet became quite a problem when picking a gift for him.

After consulting with his friends Mitch and Sarah, as well as your friend Rachel, you decided to dust off your knitting needles and knit him something. You thought about it the first time you started looking into gifts for him, but ultimately decided against it, when you realized that was also something he could get for himself. However, after the talk with your friends, you decided to do it after all. Their supporting smiles gave you enough courage to buy a few balls of chunky yarn, and long knitting needles, and start on Harry’s birthday present.

You remembered it clearly. It was almost 4 months ago when you were at his place for your end-of-a-week dinner. He had just gotten a new apartment because his old one had shitty neighbors. He had bought a new couch for his apartment and spent the whole night complaining about how cold he was, and how he couldn’t find a good-looking, but also cuddly blanket anywhere.

So when you were on your way to buy the yarn, you knew what you were making. You were going to knit him a blanket.

You have been a very creative person since you were a little kid, quickly mastering all of the crafts before you started high school. Embroidery, crochet, knitting, name whatever, and there is almost a 100% chance you had it mastered. Unfortunately, you had to put your hobbies to the back when you started college and didn’t have any time to make things.

The feeling of uncertainty when you pulled the yarn and needles out of the paper bag crashed over you. You haven’t held knitting needles in almost 5 years and suddenly became self-conscious. What if you didn’t make it in time? What if it looked like shit and Harry didn’t like it? These thoughts didn’t last long, because as soon as you started to knit, you fell into the all-familiar calm feeling as you watched your favorite show, and slowly knitted the blanket. Over the next few days, you fell in love with the craft for the second time. At first, you thought one blanket would be enough, but as soon as you finished it, you started on pillowcases for his couch and a large duvet for his king-sized bed.

And just like that, you knitted a full bedding set for his home in just under a week. You packed each of the pieces into separate boxes, tying them with bows of different colors, excited to finally have a present, but also to see his reaction.

The persistent scratches of Daisy’s claws against the door rang through the quiet hallway as you tried your best to slip into Harry’s apartment quietly. His cat was a very perceptive one, knowing you were behind the door before you even made the move to put your spare key into the lock. With your shoes in front of his main door, you walked into the apartment, making beeline for the kitchen and placing his birthday breakfast along with your coffee on the counter.

Daisy, who clearly just woke up, meowed lowly, indicating she was hungry. It was quite a bit past her meal time, but considering Harry came back from Paris just late last night, he was probably too tired to wake up to his cat’s incessant meowing. You put some of her food into her bowl and let her eat in peace, as you started to move Harry’s gifts from the hallway to the living room. You even got a little bouquet of flowers on your way to his place, which you placed in a vase you found in his kitchen.

“Good morning, pretty girl,” you heard Harry’s groggy voice behind you talking to his cat. He was crouched down in front of her, gently stroking her face. She meowed happily and keened into his touch, clearly trying to catch up on the missed affection from the last week.

“She missed you, always kept meowing at the door, and looked super disappointed when I came through the door, and not you,” you chuckled and moved towards them.

“Hi,” he grinned up at you. As Daisy plopped down on her back, playfully scratching at Harry’s hand, you sat down beside Harry, who also sat down on the floor.

“Was she good for you? I know that she gives trouble to people the first time,”

“Don’t worry, she was sweet, I also slept on your couch one night because it started to rain a lot, so I stayed, I hope you don’t mind,” you acted nonchalant, but you felt the opposite.

Before going on his Paris work trip, Harry asked you to take care of his cat. She didn’t like a lot of people and the two of you seemed to get along quite well, from what he had seen. Daisy usually kept to herself, and he would’ve asked Mitch to do it. But he was worried to leave her all alone, mainly because she still wasn’t fully comfortable in the new apartment. It broke his heart a little when he imagined her meowing at the front door the whole week, begging for him to come back to her.

He thought that if you were tasked to take care of her, the two of you liked each other enough for you to stay around the apartment for a little more than Mitch, who Daisy doesn’t really like, and keep the cat company. Even for a little while.

“That’s fine, I’m actually glad you did. Wouldn’t want you driving in bad weather,” he answered.

“When did you come back?” You questioned curiously.

“Today at about 3:20,”

The deep circles around his eyes could’ve told you that themselves. He looked so tired and you almost wanted to send him back to bed. Almost.

“Well, how about we eat breakfast, I got some on the way here, considering today’s date,” you wiggled your eyebrows and stood up, before helping him up as well.

“You shouldn’t have, but thank you, I’m starving,” he grinned and his stomach rumbled as if on cue.

You nodded toward the paper bag on the counter and his eyes lit up.

“Oh you know me so well, this was what I wanted,”

As he started eating his breakfast burrito from an expensive downtown cafe, you sneakily lit up a candle on a cupcake from the same cafe.

“Happy birthday,” you smiled as you revealed the little treat.

“Thank you, darling,” he smiled brightly. This was his first birthday you were spending together, so it put quite a lot of weight on your shoulders because of that.

“I wanted to bake a cake, but I didn’t have much time,” you scratched the back of your neck, suddenly feeling as if you could’ve done more for him on his special day. He shook his head.

“nonsense, this is everything I could ever want, thank you,” he pulled you closer to his chair, and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your stomach.

“Eat the cupcake, so you can open your gifts,” you ruffled his hair and pulled away from him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” he plopped a piece of the cupcake into his mouth, savoring the taste of the cake.

“But I wanted to, it’s not anything big,” you waved your hand.

“Although it is big in volume, so it might look that way when you see it, I couldn’t package it properly,” you pointed out.

Soon after he had finished eating, you moved to the living room, where he got the first glance at the huge boxes taking up most of the space in front of his living room couch, and gave you a ‘what the fuck’ glance which made you laugh with how comical it was.

“As I said, it is big in volume, doesn’t mean it is big or I spent a lot of money on it,” you shrugged as you plopped down on the couch. He looked at the boxes in front of him, as if contemplating what to do next.

“Which should I start with?” he finally asked. You thought about it for a moment.

“Considering that the original idea of this gift was this,” you nodded towards the second largest box.

“I think you should start with that one,” You pointed toward the one with a sparkly pink bow wrapped around it.

Harry gently raised it from the floor to the couch, and immediately started to work on untying the prettily tied bow.

“No fucking way,” he gasped when he pulled the blanket out of the box, spreading it on his lap. His eyes sparkled with wonder as he ran his fingers along the chunky pattern of the blanket.

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously as you bit on your bottom lip.

“Are you kidding me? I love it,” he grinned and ushered you to come closer to him. You maneuvered around the boxes sitting on the floor and plopped to the space beside him. He didn’t waste any time and immediately wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, tucking his face into your neck.

“You made these?” He asked, his eyes full of wonder.

“Yeah, I dusted off my sloppy knitting skills from high school, turns out I actually still have it in me,” you joked.

“This is one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten, hands down,” he kissed your cheek softly, making your face heat up.

“Open the next one, you can pick the order,” you redirected him to look at the gifts, desperately trying to hide your bashfulness.

He ended up loving all of his gifts, immediately placing them around his home. With his pillows wrapped in soft wool covers, a blanket thrown on the back of his couch, and the duvet placed on his bed, it was time for lunch.

“Let’s get some lunch,” Harry suggested as he sipped on his coffee, watching you play with Daisy.

“Okay, but make it quick, I have to get ready for your party later,” you agreed. You didn’t have anything to do until the start of his party later that evening, at around 7 pm.

You ordered Harry’s favorite Chinese takeout from 3 blocks away. He always whined that the restaurant ruined any other Chinese food for the rest of his life, it was that good. As the two of you waited, the conversation between you flowed naturally. You caught up on how you’ve been, how Daisy acted while he was away, and if you got the photos he sent you when he was away.

It didn’t take long for the Chinese to arrive, and you dived into it, already hungry from the small breakfast you had.

You didn’t stay for very long after that, excusing yourself because you had to get your nails done for the party.

You kissed Harry’s cheek as a goodbye before you slipped out of his apartment, a wide smile playing on your lips

You walked out to the balcony, still hearing the base of the music a wall away. You breathed in the cold February city air as you wrapped your arms around yourself. As much as you liked to celebrate with Harry, this really wasn’t your scene. You scrolled on your phone for a bit, before you were interrupted by the sliding doors opening.

“Hey, why are you out here, aren’t you cold?” Harry called out, his speech slurred with the amount of alcohol he had drunk. He came up towards you and pulled you into a hug, a pitiful attempt to keep you from getting cold.

“Just wanted to take a breather, this is not really my scene, Sarah already made me drink much more than I usually do, so I feel the buzz” you chuckled in your tipsy daze, arms sneaking around his waist.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asked quietly. You only nodded, amused at his drunken slurs.

“It’s not my scene either, I hate clubs, but I never told anyone because I like to see them happy during the party. Birthdays are the only reason to go to a club for them because, and I quote ‘we are too old’, so I let them do this every year and eventually enjoy it when I get enough alcohol in my system,” he whisper shouted, making you grin.

“You are a good friend Harry,” you murmured and tightened your arms around him.

“You think so?” He questioned, head falling to your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“Yeah, I’ve never met anyone who does so much for their friends,”

“I try,”

“I know,”

You stayed on the balcony for a while longer, swaying to soft imaginary music in your heads, completely disregarding the rough beat just a few steps away from you.

“I missed you this week,” you murmured, squeezing his waist a bit tighter.

“I missed you too, not being able to call you killed me,” he kissed the top of your head.

You looked out to the city, only humming in acknowledgment quickly getting lost in your thoughts.

Today, being all about Harry, made you even more aware of your feelings for him. After your ex-boyfriend, you were determined to wait a few years until your next relationship, wanting to truly get together mentally. But Harry was making it super fucking hard.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” He placed his finger under your chin, making you look at him.

“Nothing, jus’ feelings,” you slurred, getting lost in his touch on your skin.

“Feelings?” He asked, trying to coax something more out of you. Some sort of emotion flashed in his eyes.

“Yeah, they are sort of unwanted, I didn’t want to feel this way for at least a few years, not after Adam,” you murmured looking into his eyes.

Harry shifted on his feet, looking blankly behind you.

“So, who’s the lucky person?” He gritted out. Despite the alcohol running through your veins, you quickly realized that something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong,” you placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you this time.

He shook his head, stepping away from you with what looked like a sad expression.

“Nothing, I should get back though,” he whispered and turned around to get back inside.

You grasped his wrist.

“I didn’t get to tell you who it was,” you murmured, pulling him in and wrapping your arms around his waist once again.

“Forget it,”

“No!”

“I want to get this off my chest, it has been a few months since I’ve felt this way,” you ran your hands up his chest, making him shiver and gasp lowly.

Looking up at him, you stood on your tip toes, the bottoms of your feet hurting from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing.

“It’s you,” you whispered into the air, hooking your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling into the stray hairs at the nape of his neck.

Harry looked at you, eyes full of emotion, as he cradled your face in his palms, thumbs rubbing your cheeks lovingly.

“You mean it? It’s truly me?” He asked, a smile forming on his handsome face.

You couldn’t get any words out, only managing to nod your head repeatedly.

“You warmed your way into my heart, deeper than anyone has ever been,” you sighed, nuzzling your cheek against the palm of his hand.

“I’m glad, I’m so glad,” he breathed out, pressing his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

“Me too,” you mumbled before you moved closer, connecting your lips in a soft, but long-awaited kiss.

“So what no-” Harry started before he was interrupted by the sound of his name being called by his friends.

You quickly kissed him again.

“Go, we will talk tomorrow, when we are sober,” you smiled and he nodded sheepishly, before he stumbled back inside, making you smile.

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(Y/N) felt breathless with Harry's lips smeared against her own. Her hands were on his chest as he worked to unbutton the sweater draped over her form. His hips were fit between her thighs, heavy against her core as she could only whine against his mouth. It was with reluctance that she dropped her hands from his chest so he could pull her sweater from her body, leaving her in the soft white bra that cradled her chest.

Harry kissed down her chest, drawing his messy kisses down the curve of her throat as she placed her hands in his hair. Her chest heaved under his mouth, thighs tightening around his hips as she felt the swipe of his tongue drawing over the swell of her breast. Her back arched as Harry slipped his hand under her spine, drawing her closer to his mouth as he nudged the cup of her bra out of the way. An absent smile spread across her lips as she pressed her head back into the pillow cushioning her head. 

Thank god Naomi had a late class today. 

Physics had been particularly distracting today as she sat at Harry's side, his hair having grown out longer than she'd ever seen on him causing her to think a little too long about running her fingers through the strands and messing the curls that topped his head. He hadn't helped her concentrate any, giving her sly looks whenever he caught her stilled fingers on her keyboard, much too preoccupied to be copying down the notes he was so generously offering to her. More than once he drifted his hand to lay across her thigh, giving the doughy skin a squeeze to grab her attention. By the time lecture had been dismissed, she was practically dragging him out of Mr. Stanfill's hall and towards his car so they could get back to her empty apartment as soon as possible. 

That was how she found herself topless, back pressed into her mattress with Harry's own shirtless torso hovering above her as he worked his way down her chest. 

"Harry," she whined, the call coming out breathless. 

"What do y'need, sweetheart?" he murmured into her skin, his hand under her back flexing against her spine. 

"I-I want—" she stuttered, cutting herself off with a huffed whine as she felt the scrape of his teeth against her breast.

His smug smile could be felt against her skin, the tip of his nose skimming the valley between her breasts. "Want what? Tell me, sweetheart." 

He wasn't making his ask of her easy with the way he ground his hips against hers, his hand gliding over her side with teasing fingers drawing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. It took all the willpower she could muster to loosen the grip of one of her hands in his hair to draw down the broad of his shoulder, nails dragging behind over his skin. She traced the strong lines of his muscles, corded and flexing as he held her tenderly despite the depth of his strength. 

Down she went until she hit his tattooed wrist, tugging the hand that traced over the dip of her waist down to the apex of her thighs. The tight leggings she had clad over her form for the day did nothing to hide the desire she felt for him, her wetness already soaking through her underwear until her bottoms could mold to the shape of her pussy. She pressed his palm against her center, the heel smearing over the bump of her clit while the length of his fingers followed the line of her slit clearly outlined due to the slick fabric of her leggings. 

"I-I want you here," she breathed, feeling as he all but slumped into her, his forehead pressing into her sternum. The frames of his glasses grazed against the heated skin of her chest, a brush with clarity that only served to make the moment so much more vivid. 

"You're so wet, flower," he practically moaned into her skin, a slew of messy kisses being pressed between her breasts as if he couldn't get to her quick enough. His hand flexed over her center, fingers dipping gently into the split between her thighs. "I can feel y'through your pants. How long have y'been like this for me, love?:" 

"Since class," she rushed out, bucking her hips into his hand, "Oh my god, Harry." 

He took that as his cue to abandon the attention he was giving to her breasts and drawing his mouth back up to match hers. Her top lip was quickly tucked between his two, allowing him to suck on the pillow and taste the raspberry gloss she had painted over her pout—the same formula he had told her was his favorite on her. 

"I've got you, sweetheart," he crooned into her mouth, tipping his head away just enough to speak before he was wetly sealing his lips over hers once more, "I'll take care of you, don't worry." 

(Y/N) couldn't even be upset with the smug tone he carried as he listened to just how worked up for him she was. He had every right to be satisfied with himself; he'd barely touched her up to this point, and she had been wet for him since she'd noticed the styled ringlets of his hair while in the middle of a lecture hall. He had every right to be satisfied with the power he held over her in that moment. 

Just as she felt the heat of his touch travel upwards, cupping her hip as he plucked his fingers between her skin and the waistline of her bottoms, (Y/N) heard the telltale catch of her front door being opened. 

A pinch formed between her brows as she fought to stay in the moment. Surely, that was just the neighbors across the hall getting into their own apartment, the sound sometimes traveling into her own home. Ny wasn't supposed to be home for another hour and a half—at least. 

(Y/N)'s hopes came crashing down as soon as she heard a familiar voice pattering through her living room. "(Y/N)! Guess what the caf was serving today!" 

Harry's hands stilled as soon as he realized they were no longer alone. He gave her a lingering squeeze on her hip before he began to draw his touch to safer territories, starting with the curve of her waist. Glancing down, (Y/N) found him looking at her with his cheeks flushed, bottom lip between his teeth, with his eyes trained on her through the frames of his glasses.

"She's not supposed to be home already," she whispered to him, sitting up with Harry maneuvering around her to sit on the edge of her mattress. "I'm sorry." 

"'S okay, 's okay," he waved off, sincerity in his tone as he reached for her sweater to be draped back over her shoulders. 

As sweet as he was being, buttoning up her sweater and minimizing the contact he was making with her bare skin, one glance down to the bulge in his pants told her just how not okay this interruption was for the both of them. 

"I can tell her to leave," (Y/N) offered, already trying to collect a story to give to her best friend, "We need groceries anyway, so I can tell her tha—"

"No," Harry told her, drawing out the syllable with a dimpled smile on his lips, "She wants to talk to you, flower, there's no reason to make her leave jus' so I can kiss you. 'S alright, really. Next time, okay?" 

"Are you sure?" she asked, worried eyes dropping to his flushed neck.

"Positive," he told her, leaning forward to press a warming kiss to the apple of her cheek. He pulled away with a seemingly refreshed look on his face despite the messy state of his hair and the blown out pupils overtaking his irises. "Now, we need to stop ignoring her, and go out there. Plus, 'm pretty sure the cafeteria was serving enchiladas today and she probably brought some home for you." 

"Oh my god, you think so?" 

With the promise of a next time, (Y/N) didn't feel so bad about getting distracted by the idea of free food. Especially not when she felt Harry's gaze glued to her butt as he happily followed after her. 

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Next time didn't come until a few days later, almost a full thirty-six hours since Ny's interruption (not that (Y/N) was keeping track or anything). It wasn't until the night after, when Harry had gone home and couldn't entertain her even over the phone as he was working, that she realized just how frustrated she was to have been cut off. 

That time in her bed had felt different, she had realized when she was trying to unsuccessfully fall asleep that night. Harry loved giving, giving, giving to her, always offering to go down on her or slip his hand between her thighs and take care of her. He told her there was nothing more pleasurable to him than to see her feeling good all because of what he was doing for her. But this time, the way he ground into her, pushed his hips against hers in lingering strokes, she swore he wanted more. He was going to fuck her, she was almost sure, for the first time. And they had been interrupted. 

So, maybe it wasn't the best time or place, but (Y/N) couldn't help herself when the next time presented itself in the form of the hour they spent in the back of her car after their Friday afternoon physics class. She always stayed back with Harry while he wanted for his next class before going home, leaving them to do whatever they pleased while waiting for him to run off to his molecular biology lecture. What she pleased to do today was sit herself right on his lap, tangle her fingers in his growing hair, and kiss him to her heart's content. 

At first, Harry had stuttered underneath her when she plopped herself on his thighs, hands hovering over her waist as he looked up at her with big eyes. That apprehension had only lasted a moment until she had her mouth sealed to his and Harry was happily getting a taste of her tongue over his. 

If their first time happened to be in the backseat of her car like a couple of teenagers, then so be it, (Y/N) decided. At least she had a pretty dark tint on her windows and she'd gotten a shitty parking space at the edge of the lot. 

With the strength of his steadying hands hooked around her waist, he made easy work of helping her grind down into his lap. Rolling his hips upwards, she felt every press of the ridge between his legs right against her clit, drawing breathless moans of his name from her lips. 

"Y'sure y'want to do this here?" he murmured against her mouth, grip tight on her waist to keep her from moving without his prompting. The green of his eyes was reduced to a sliver as he gazed at her, intensity burning through her as she tried to process what he was asking. 

"Mhm," she hummed, chest pressed against his with every heaving breath fanning across his skin. "I-I want you to fuck me, H. Please, I've been wanting you for days." 

His eyes fell closed, lids pinching tightly together as he touched his forehead to hers. It was as if he couldn't help himself, the way he rutted his hips up into her center. "Can't wait for me? We don't have a lot of time, sweetheart." 

"No," she all but whined, shaking her head with the tip of her nose skimming his, "We'll be fast, I promise. Please, please, H." 

She knew he was giving in as soon as he tipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was slightly off center catching more of the corner of her mouth than she was sure he intended, but she didn't care knowing that she was going to have what she'd had on her mind for days at this point. 

"C'mere then," he told her, voice a grumble that sounded closer to his cam-voice than her soft Harry's. "Lay down for me, flower." 

With a little bit of his help, he had her pinned underneath him in the cramped back seat of her car, legs bent at his hips with his fists on either side of her head to hold him up. (Y/N)'s arms were looped around his neck as he kissed over her own, fingers twirling the baby curls she was becoming so fond of. There was no way she was letting him near a pair of scissors anytime soon. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him down against her hips, driving the bulge between his legs against her core. She had half the mind to be embarrassed as a moan flittered out of her throat, but Harry was the great distractor as he sealed his mouth over hers and took in every moan into his own mouth. (Besides, was this really any worse than when he fingered her in the library?). 

(Y/N) felt a sense of deja-vu as he worked his way down her neck, nose skimming her skin until he started working her out of her long-sleeve, slouchy blue top. He nudged the loose neckline over her skin, giving him more access to the smooth skin of her décolletage with every nipping scrape of his teeth and soothing pass of his tongue. 

That deja-vu got kicked into overtime the second she heard the first note of his phone alarm blaring from his bag. His alarm he had in place to alert him when he had only ten minutes to get to class if he didn't want to be late. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Harry sighed, forehead dropping to her sternum as he let out an exhausted breath. 

"I thought we had more time," (Y/N) whined, her eyes falling closed due to less than pleasant circumstances for the first time since sliding in the backseat. 

"Hold on, sweetheart, stay right there," he told her as he lifted himself from her body in search of his phone from his bag, "Jus' let me turn it off and we can keep going." 

"But we only have ten minutes," (Y/N) started, sitting up despite his request for her to stay where she was. 

"No, no," he shook his head, curls flopping over his forehead and the frames of his glasses, "'M skipping today. I don't need to go, I'll get notes from someone else. We can go back to m'place, anyway, then I can take m'time with y—" 

"Don't you have that quiz today?" (Y/N) cut him off, watching as he fumbled with his phone as he shakily pressed the stop button for his alarm. One look at the lap of his pants gave a perfect explanation to his jumpy behavior. She hadn't been the only one worked up. 

"Fuck," he sighed, head falling back as he knelt over her at the reminder of his day's agenda. It wasn't until he ran his hand through his hair, neck craning, that she saw the tight pinch of his closed eyes through the lenses of his glasses. "Fuck. And, I have a paper to turn in." 

"Its okay, Harry," she told him, slipping out from under him as he moved to sit properly on the leather seat beside her, "Next time, right?"  

"I don't want to wait," he whined, sounding just as desperate as she felt in that moment. 

"Me neither," she laughed, reaching over to fix the curls flopped over his forehead, "But, maybe it's best that we didn't finish today. I mean, now that I can think a little bit clearer, having sex in the back of my car doesn't sound as fun as I thought." 

"Maybe not very practical, but I would have liked it," Harry sighed, sounding much too serious for someone with lipgloss smeared all over their face. Some of the glitters even made their way to the tip of his nose. "Next time, nothing's going to interrupt us, alright?" he told her, sincerity coating his voice as intensity fueled his gaze, "I promise." 

"Next time," she agreed, swiping her thumb over his nose to collect her smeared gloss, "Now go to class before you're late." 

A tender smile spread its way across his lips at her words. "Y'sound like me." 

She only pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, a quiet goodbye before she sent him off with a promise to text him when she made it home. Despite her reassurances that it was alright for him to go to class, that she wasn't frustrated and could wait until another next time, he was reluctant to start off for class until he earned another kiss. 

"'M sorry" he murmured to her, ducking his head through her open window as she had settled herself in the driver's seat. 

"Don't be," she said, drawing away to brush her hands through his hair one more time, "We'll have another next time. In a much more appropriate place, too." 

A deep sigh had his breath fanning across her skin, the tight line of his lips showing he was still disappointed even with her promises that everything was okay. "I love you," he settled on, the green of his eyes returning the more time that passed. 

"I love you, too, Harry," she told him with a sweet smile, "Now go or you're going to be late." 

The laugh he let out was the last thing she heard before she rolled her window up, left to watch on as he started off for his next class. 

(Y/N) really did believe she was fine, that she could wait until another next time presented itself, but that sentiment was thrown out the window when she saw him subtly adjust himself in his pants. 

She was going to have to go home and reopen one of his old streams, wasn't she? 

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Finally. Fucking, finally.

That was all that was running through (Y/N)'s head as she laid, splayed out on her back with Harry's forgotten sweater cushioning her head on his couch. His apartment was quiet aside from the disregarded movie playing on screen and the sounds of her heavy breathing as she tried to catch her breath from the messy makeout session that led to her getting her pants pulled down from where he sat between her legs. 

"Come back," she whined to him, making grabby hands for him. She wanted to feel the weight of him on her chest, the warmth of his skin and heat of his kiss searing over her lips. Now that she had nothing on but a rucked up shirt and a flimsy pair of panties, Harry with his pants undone and the waistline of his boxers open to her eyes, she felt like she could slow down for a moment. Savor him now that they'd made it farther than they had the previous handful of next times. None of those last times had she successfully gotten this naked without someone barging in or a blaring phone going off. 

"Daddy's here, sweetheart," Harry murmured to her, his smile smug before it melted away in favor of her kiss. 

That was all it took to have her hooking her legs around his hips and her arms looped around his neck. Harry's grip on her waist turned hard, fingertips surely to leave bruises she would be happy to find the following day as he ground his hips down into hers, soft center giving way to his hardened bulge. 

"I lov—" her declaration was cut off at the sound of a phone buzzing against the coffee table, Harry's screen lighting up. 

The owner of the device didn't bother to even glance in its direction, Harry's nose nudging against hers to get her attention back on him from where it drifted in the direction of the phone. It was easy for her to fall back into line, meld her lips to his with a sighed whine printing over her kiss as he rolled his hips against her. 

With Harry's lips dipping down to her neck before he jumped to the exposed skin of her tummy, she lost herself in the fantasy, ready to get something from him after the weeks of interrupted time. It seemed like the only time she could catch relief with him was through his camsite, it wasn't fair. But that wasn't something she wanted to worry about now that he was skimming his nose over the soft curve of her tummy, teeth grazing the waistline of her panties. 

Just as he gripped her thighs, aiming to throw them over his shoulders, his phone went off again, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing against the table. This time Harry was thrown for just a second, his hands stuttering in their grip before the vibrations ceased and the room fell into another loaded silence. Barely a moment passed, a single kiss being placed at the center of her panties before another call was coming through. 

"Fucking hell," Harry cursed, his jaw ticking as he sat up between her legs, thighs falling from his shoulders as he reached for his phone, "Why can't anyone take hints anymore, 'm obviously fucking busy righ—" 

Harry's frustration dipped the second he saw the contact on his screen, rolling his lips between his teeth as he looked over the device to (Y/N).

"What is it?" she asked, running her hands down the muscled lengths of his arms. 

"'S—uh—I was supposed to call my mum tonight about m'sister's birthday," he explained sheepishly, his guard dog-esque disposition melting away. 

(Y/N) sighed, less out of frustration than disappointment. This was just the way of their sex life at the moment, there was no reason to be surprised. They both knew there was no way he could keep ignoring her calls.

"It's okay, Harry," she told him, soothing a hand down his arm before looping her fingers around his wrist, "Next time, right?" 

"Right," he sighed, running a heavy hand through his hair. Her reassurance did nothing to quell the apologetic smile on his lips as he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek. "Next time." 

(Y/N) watched as he redialed her number before the device was pressed to his ear, disappearing into his bedroom to most likely find them clothing to change into now that there was no reason to lay around half-dressed. Looking at the textbooks spilling out of his book bag by the door, (Y/N) wondered, half dressed with a wet spot dampening her panties, if she could use his calculus book to somehow figure out what exactly next time meant. 

If the answer even existed, anyway. 

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The deep gasp (Y/N) took in, just short of a moan was what woke her up to the dark of Harry's bedroom. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, filling her ears with the sound of her blood pumping through her system. She felt hot, tight in her stomach, with an ache between her thighs. Harry was quietly, sweetly, tucked into her side, puffs of air fanning across her neck from where he had his face buried in the curve with his arm thrown across her middle. 

The details of her dream slipped away the more she woke up, eyes blinking owlishly in the dark of his bedroom as she tried to catch her breath. If she concentrated hard enough, searched the recesses of her mind, she could just barely remember the vision of Harry hovering above her, panting and thrusting his hips between her legs. The scene blurred the longer she tried to cling to it, but the feeling remained, so vivid she could cry just now, realizing it was nothing but a dream. 

After a couple of weeks of so many promises of next times, her dream had convinced her she had finally succeeded in finding the perfect next time. In reality, she was wrapped up in Harry's sheets, a sweater of his adorning her torso that felt entirely too thick with the way she couldn't settle her racing heart, and wetness sticking between her thighs. Worst of all, the star of her dreams was innocently asleep next to her, looking way too cute catching up on his sleep to skip out on the guilt that would come from shaking him awake in the middle of the night. 

She couldn't blame him, as she tried to sink back into the mattress and untense her muscles, he'd had a busy day. After all of his classes, he'd performed double duty, shooting a premium scene to be posted the following week just before he worked himself up enough to put on a live stream. No wonder he'd practically passed out after they finished dinner, tugging her along to bed with him without much more than a kiss before he conked out. He deserved his rest, she told herself, forcing herself to concentrate on brushing her fingers through his hair instead of the solid mass of his chest pressed to her side and the strength of his arm over her middle. 

Forcing her eyes to close, (Y/N) did her best to start leveling out her breathing in hopes of wiping the memory of her dream from her head, her heartbeat hopefully following suit and calming down from the way it rattled against her ribcage. As concerted as her efforts were, she couldn't quite stop herself from squirming against the contact the softened sheets made against her bare thighs, the wet cling of her panties against her core, or even the heat bubbling under her skin that had her considering shrugging out of Harry's sweater and sleeping in only her undergarments for the remainder of the night. 

As such, she couldn't have been that surprised when Harry stirred beside her, a pinch appearing in his brow with a huffed breath as he returned to the land of the living. 

"(Y/N)?" he grumbled, all but slurring through the rumble of his sleepy voice, "Why are y'awake?"

Guilt poked a hole in her chest as he raised his head from where he had burrowed against the curve of her throat. Her hand rested in his hair, twirling the messy, overgrown curls around the tips of her fingers as a quiet apology. "I just had a dream, H, I'm sorry," she cooed to him, dropping her hand from his hair to his shoulder where she gave him a gentle tug to lay back down, "Go back to sleep, it's okay." 

Despite her request, Harry only blinked his eyes wider, trying to wipe the sleep from his system as his brows raised. "A bad dream?" he breathed, reaching over her blindly for his glasses on the bedside table, "From the movie?" 

A tender smile touched at (Y/N)'s lips at his question. He'd been able to convince her to let him watch a scary movie earlier that night that had been recommended by his friends Mitch and Sarah. (He had told her that they'd seen it the week prior and that it 'wasn't that bad', but she later found out that they had a very high threshold on what constituted scary. The movie was awful but Harry did his best to protect her, so she didn't mind too much). 

"No, it's not that," she settled, watching fondly as he slipped his glasses over the bridge of his nose before losing the squint he had been looking at her through, "Don't worry about it, though, okay? I'm sorry I woke you up." 

Taking in a deep breath he quit hovering over her as he settled in beside her, propped up on his elbow with his palm cupping his cheek. "Are y'sure, flower? Y'look a little rattled," he pressed, a concerned knit to his brows, "Y'can tell me if it was the movie, you know. 'M sorry I made y'watch it." 

"No, no, Harry, really. It wasn't the movie," she told him, debating if now really was the time to disclose her sex dream about him. Best case scenario, he makes it a reality. Worst case, the roommate he'd never had until that moment would barge in asking for help with the panini press he didn't have, only for Harry to promise for another next time. With their luck, anything she would try to initiate would undoubtedly be pushed to a next time. 

"What was it, then?" The arm he had thrown over her middle shifted, his palm laying on the soft of her tummy as a comforting weight. 

(Y/N) floundered over her response, mouth dropping open though no words came out. He most likely didn't mean to, but with the slightly looser knit of her borrowed jumper, she was allowed a peek at the warmth of his hands poking through. Gentle brushes against her bare skin had goosebumps rolling in his wake, teasing enough to take her back to that muddled headspace she had woken up with. 

"Are you okay, flower?" 

Harry's voice was a godsend and a curse at the same time in that moment. The deep rumble of the sound, the dredges of sleep deepening it enough she could hear traces of his cam-voice, was like pouring warm honey over her skin. But, that warm honey was almost too warm. It was too warm for the calm she was trying to inject into her system, too warm to keep the fragile hold she had on herself that kept her from crawling all over him and spreading her legs for him.

"Um, yeah, I'm okay. Sorry," she chirped, one of her hands dropping to lay atop his to stop the short circles he was unknowingly teasing her with on her tummy. "I can't really remember my dream, I just ended up waking up all funny." 

He clearly didn't believe her with the way his analyzing gaze traced over her features. "Flower?" 

"Harry?" she emulated, hoping her teasing would distract him. 

Canting his head to the side, he gave her as stern of a look as he could muster with his lips fighting the uptick that tried to make itself known. "Tell me the truth, love. Gonna make me feel bad if y'had a bad dream because of me and wouldn't let me fix it." 

He knew just the game he was playing, plucking at the exact strings he knew would have her unraveling for him. And, it worked. Because, of course Harry could get anything he wanted when he looked at her all cute with his glasses and big, sleepy eyes.

"It was a good dream," she said, half shrugging her shoulder from where she laid under him.

"Tell me about it, love." Harry disregarded the steadying weight of her hand atop his, beginning a circuit on her tummy she was sure he didn't know was as alluring as it was. 

"You were in it," she divulged, absently dropping her gaze from his down to the curvature of his lips. Her tummy clenched at the sight of the tip of his tongue swiping out and wetting the seam. She watched as his mouth shifted into the curl of a smile. 

"Yeah? What was I doing?" 

"You—um—we were in your bedroom. I can't really remember it that well," she stalled, trying to find the words all the while his gaze was unrelenting on her face. "I just know it was good. You were—I think... You know that next time we've been talking about?" 

Something flashed in Harry's gaze at the mention of the phrase that had been plaguing the both of them for two consecutive weeks. "Yeah." 

"It was that. But we weren't interrupted this time." 

(Y/N) felt exposed with the way Harry only offered a hum in acknowledgment, his gaze dropping from her own to trace down the features of her face. He lingered on her lips until he trekked down to the curve of her neck as if he could see the way her heart was pounding under his attention. She wasn't surprised to feel his gaze fall down to the bare of her décolletage before watching the way his hand touched over her tummy through the drape of her borrowed sweater. She knew he liked the way she looked in his clothes; something possessive awakened in him when he saw the soft of his sweaters over her body or even one of his hair clips being pushed through her hair. 

"That's what got you all squirmy, love?" he finally muttered, not bothering to look up from where his fingers were just barely pushing into the open knit of her top. "I thought I could even hear your heart while I was sleeping. A dream got y'that worked up?" 

It was like a switch flipped with the way he was talking to her now. There was that lilt, tone lingering on the words as he spoke, the kind of inflection in his voice that only appeared when he was on camera or between the sheets with her. 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, feeling herself nod. Her mouth dropped into a small gape, parted just enough to let a puff of air pass between. 

Harry's intense gaze flicked up to match her own then, hearing how closely she was teetering on whining for him. Her hand on his was left behind as he traced over the soft of her tummy, slipping towards the hem of her borrowed sweater where it laid, rucked up at the top of her thighs. 

"But y'don't remember it?" he asked her, the very tips of his fingers brushing underneath the knitted fabric of her top. Her thighs erupted in a layer of goosebumps, sensitive to every touch he bestowed upon her. "Not even a little bit, sweetheart?" 

Her breath caught in her throat at the mention of the petname he only used when he had something specific in mind for her. "I-I," she floundered, trying to pluck scenes and moments from her dream that had done its job to slip away, "I just know you were on top of me, an—" 

She was cut off by Harry shifting beside her, both his hand propping him up and the one grazing the skin of her legs landed on her thighs. He gently pried her thighs open with the strength of his fingers denting the soft flesh, emulating her words and fitting himself between her legs. (Y/N) moved instinctively, wrapping those legs around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of his sweatpants-clad thighs. 

"What else was I doing, sweetheart?" he prompted, bringing her back to the train of thought she let go passed in favor of paying attention to him. 

Fluttering her lashes in a blink, (Y/N) tried to replace herself in her dream. It was as if a moment of deja-vu touched at the back of her mind as she looked up at him. She swore she could see her dream overlaying with reality, only her real life Harry was much more collected than the dream version with sweat clinging to his skin, curls pasted to the sides of his face, and hot exhales fanning over her skin as he worked himself above her. 

"You w-were—um—kissing me, and"—her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh interrupting her as Harry dipped down and pressed his lips to the hinge of her jaw—"I can't remember what you were saying, but you were talking to me." 

His smug grin burned against her skin. "Y'do like when I talk to you." She grew flustered at his words, that slight teasing edge poking at the knot in her tummy in the most pleasant way. "Y'got off to m'voice for so long, you've got a thing for it even now that y'have me right here," he continued, smearing his lips over the line of her jaw until he hit the point of her chin, "Right, sweetheart?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, her bottom lip fit between her teeth, "I love your voice." 

"I love yours, flower," he told her, a tender tone to his voice, "That's why I want y'to tell me what else I was doing in your dream. I wasn't just cuddling and kissing you like this, was I? That wouldn't get y'so squirmy." 

"N-No, you were," she swallowed, feeling the tip of Harry's nose dot against her cheek as he started spreading his kisses up to the corner of her mouth, "We—You were—" 

"I was fucking you, right?" he finished for her, settling her tied tongue, "Finally getting to that next time I promised you, right?" 

(Y/N) practically melted into the sheets at his words. If not for the solid weight of him above her, the fact she could feel the strength of his thighs and the length that was hardening and pressing into her core, she would have been able to convince herself this was another dream. 

"Yes, daddy," she sighed, her mouth dropping open just before Harry caught her bottom lip between his teeth. 

That was just what he wanted to hear it seemed as he dipped his hips into a slow roll over her own, lingering over her damp panties. She knew he wasn't wearing any underwear under his sweats, the fact only to be confirmed again as she could feel the ridge of his head with his length thickening towards the base. She could feel every detail she'd become familiar with through each time she'd gone on her knees for him or slipped her hand under his pants. She wanted to know him everywhere now. 

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he breathed out, sealing his lips to hers in a way to soothe the bite he'd given to her bottom lip, "What do y'need from me, flower? How ready are y'for me?" 

"So ready, daddy," she rushed out, looping her arms around his neck only to push her nails into the tanned skin of his back. She couldn't get close enough to him like this. There were too many layers, too many things that weren't his skin touching her. "I just want you, please." 

"So good for me, you know that?" he praised her, bringing her back to the day he had said something similar to her over the cam-site chat, before they even knew who was on the other line. She always wanted to be his good girl. "Even all desperate for me, you're so sweet and polite for me, aren't you?" 

She could only manage to nod for him, not wanting to draw away from his lips anymore now that she could get a taste of his praise on his tongue. Harry had his hands fisted in the bed on either side of her, keeping the brunt of his weight from bearing down on her though he was sure to sit his hips heavily on her as he pushed her into the mattress with every grind. Each roll, (Y/N) could feel his sweatpants slipping from the cinched position over his waist, giving her a peek of his uncovered length against her core. The idea made her moan out against his kiss. 

"Y'need me so bad, don't you, flower?" Harry pressed, his voice not much more than an adoring mumble against her lips. "Don't need me to help y'get ready for me or anything, do I? You're jus' that desperate and wet for me. All because of a dream, huh?" 

There was nothing in her that had the space to be embarrassed as she listened to him. He was right, anyway. She could feel her wetness dampening her panties, the fabric the only thing keeping the stick from covering her thighs. She was sure that when he took a look at his sweatpants later, there would be a wet spot just from the way he was grinding down on her then, bumping her clit and teasing her with how hard she knew he could fuck her. 

(Y/N) sunk into the bedding below her as Harry gave her a searing kiss just before starting a new trail down her neck. The same trek he'd made with his eyes was now commemorated with his kiss. Swift nips with his teeth and gentle soothings of his tongue following right after his lips as he decorated the curve with tiny marks she hoped would last the weekend. Just when he hit the drooping neckline of her borrowed top, she expected him to shove it out of the way or tug the material over her head. 

"You're keeping this on, okay?" he told her, nosing at the neckline with her nails pinching into his back, "Want to fuck y'while you've got my clothes on. Because, you're mine, aren't you?"

Her eyes were closed as she nodded her head into the puffed pillow cushioning it. "I'm yours, Harry, I'm yours." 

"I know y'are," he murmured, "And I'm yours, flower. Still can't believe y'love me like I love you." 

The surprisingly tender moment was cut short just a second later as he shifted, fitting his hands over the cuffs of her hips under her shirt. He sat up, giving her a pointed look when she whined at the loss of contact, though her own hands still landed on his forearms. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he helped her lift her legs with the garment sliding along the length of her body. He dropped the soaked fabric to the floor, leaving her in his soft sweater, and Harry in a pair of sweats that sported the wet patch she wasn't surprised to find. 

"Y'really are ready for me," he murmured, mostly to himself as his eyes glimmered when he caught sight of her glistening slit and the budding clit he had been grinding into only a moment before. 

With her legs spread out before him, bare and shirt pushed halfway up her tummy, (Y/N) expected to feel exposed under Harry's gaze given the new territory they were to breach. Instead, she felt the warmth of his eyes seeping over her, hot and wanting just as much as she wanted him. Even in the middle of the night with messy hair and a crease in his cheek from where he had his face buried against her shoulder, he was the hottest man she'd ever seen. And, he wanted her too. 

"Come back," she all but whined to him as she hooked her legs around his hips, tugging him back down with her grabby hands reaching up towards his shoulders. 

"Give me a minute, sweetheart," he laughed, catching himself before he could topple over her. She watched as he hovered over her, one hand pushed into the bedding while the other was reaching into his bedside table again. 

He rifled around in the drawer while she watched the muscles in his arm flex and contract, the sight stealing every train of thought until it was off the track. She almost mourned the loss of the sight as he found whatever he had been searching for, his arm retracting back to his chest. That feeling only lasted for a split second until she spotted what was pinched between his fingers, the packaging gleaming in the light. 

Sitting back on his heels between her spread legs, Harry ripped open the foiled condom packet. He pushed his sweats to the mid of his thighs, letting his length slap against his stomach in the low light of his bedroom, the head weeping precum that stuck to the blocks of muscle lining his stomach. (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off him as he pulled the condom from the packet before sliding it over the length of his cock, the rubber unrolling with the help of his pumping fist that gave cursory strokes down the shaft. She could have drooled at the sight, especially when she could see the way he jumped in his hand when Harry swiped his thumb over the head. The sight brought back plenty of good memories.

"Now, I'm ready for you," he told her, finally obeying her wish and fitting himself atop her once more. 

"Oh my god," she whined at the first touch of his uncovered cock over her slit, the head nudging at her clit. 

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Harry responded, voice strained as his own eyes became hooded behind the lens of his glasses, "I've got you, alright?" 

With that, (Y/N) watched as he reached between their bodies, wrapping his guiding fist around his cock. She was spread out just so for him, giving Harry the freedom to slip inside after brushing the tip through the slick that had dripped from her hole. 

(Y/N) felt herself clench at the first intrusion, his head stretching her enough to be felt in the pit of her stomach. As much as she tried to keep them open, she couldn't help the way her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Her toes curled behind him, heels pressing into the small of his back as she beckoned him further inside. 

"Oh, flower, fuck,"  Harry cursed under his breath, the swear fanning over the heated skin of her neck. 

The further he pushed in, (Y/N) swore she could feel him in her stomach, something she remembered him teasing about in a cam session all that time ago. He hadn't been lying. 

Harry all but slumped against her as he bottomed out, his balls pushed against the curve of her ass. His forehead dropped to the planes of her chest, the frames of his glasses pressing against her with the tip of his nose wiggling against her skin with every deep breath he sucked in. "Fuck," he repeated, "I can't believe this is happening." 

His voice was low enough (Y/N) couldn't be sure he was even speaking to her or just voicing whatever thought came to mind. Nonetheless, she clung to him tightly, her own silent reminder that this really was happening, even if he couldn't believe it. Her arms resumed their place around his neck, hands grazing the expanse of his bare shoulders 

"C-Can I move, sweetheart? Y'feel okay?" he breathed out, returning to the moment with her as he peeked up at her through the fan of his lashes.

"Please, please, Harry," she pleaded with him, tightening the hold of her legs around his hips. 

That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he started rolling his hips against hers. He pressed himself as deep as he could at first, the tip of his cock nudging walls (Y/N) didn't even know she had with every swivel of his pelvis. He watched her intently, his glasses slipping down the edge of his nose with his hair flopping over his forehead. The hand he had guiding his cock inside her was now holding her tightly on her hip while his other was fisted against the mattress, keeping him hovering above her with the perfect view of every effect he had. 

Just as she opened her mouth to ask for more, Harry reared back, leaving barely the tip still inside her before he thrust into her with a lingering stroke. She felt every detail of his cock; the ridge of his head that split her open, his veins imprinting on her walls, and the ribs embedded in the condom she hadn't even realized were there. 

Her nails in his back pressed harder, scratching up just enough as he began to curate a rhythm. His hips slapped against hers in the dark of his bedroom, her wetness giving way around him with slick noises filling the room. His mouth had dropped open in a gape, heavy puffs of air escaping as he looked between their bodies to where he was disappearing inside her only to reappear with a layer of slick pearled over him. Muffled curses in his deep tone mixed with the breathless moans her fucked out of her with every harsh thrust. 

"D-Daddy," she cried out for him, tugging him down with the help of her hands on his back so she could kiss him.

Harry relented easily, moaning at the sound of her voice wrapping around his title. He tasted her with a swipe of his tongue touching her own, the soft pad licking hers before he pulled away with a wet pop. He couldn't not look at her right now, he needed to see what she looked like when she got fucked. 

"I-I've wanted you for so long, you know that," he breathlessly started, unable to help himself before he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, the apple of her cheek, and the soft of her lips. "W-Wanted y'before y'even talked to me. I can't be-believe you're letting me fuck you, flower." 

He knew what she was doing when he spoke to her like this, but there was something especially adoring in the dirty words that dripped from his lips. (Y/N) held onto him tighter, adoring him back with a messy kiss to his chin and a clench of her muscles around his cock. 

"I l-love you," she told him, swallowing down air while she had the mind to, "Harder, please, daddy." 

Complying with her wish, (Y/N) swore he was pushing things around to make room for his cock inside her. His length pushed deep inside, spreading her open just for him—just as he had promised her before they even knew one another. Her head fell back against the pillows then, her lover quickly marking his territory along the column of her throat with a string of messy kisses.

"Used to get off thinking about this," he told her, a secret she knew all about, "Would think about g-getting to fuck you, y'calling me daddy, being so good for me before I'd do a stream jus' so I could get hard. N-Now I've got the real thing, don't I? Get to fuck y'whenever I need, right?" 

 The spiral that had made a home in her tummy from the moment she'd woken up from her racy dream tightened at his words. Her toes curled behind his back, her hands dropping from his shoulders down to his biceps where she could feel the straining of his muscles as he held himself up. She wanted to feel bad about the way she dug her nails into his skin, but she couldn't find it in herself in that moment. She'd apologize later. 

"Had the biggest crush on you and now you're all mine," he babbled, his words seemingly only for himself at this point. "I love you s-so much, flower." 

(Y/N) wanted to say it back, she wanted to tell him that she loved him too with all her heart or whatever organ it was that he was nudging out of place so he could make room inside her, but with the way her mouth was dropped open with puffs of humid air falling through, she knew she didn't have it in her. Instead, she tightened her legs around his waist with a pulse of her thighs, and her hands on his biceps. 

"Gonna make me cum, sweetheart," he panted, a messy kiss to her neck punctuating his words, "So fucking tight, can't help myself. Are y'close?" 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a mess around her, "Harry." 

"I've got you, sweetheart, do-don't worry," he told her, nudging her jaw with the tip of his nose, "Want y'to cum with me." 

It was with his declaration that he moved his hand from where he was cupping her hip to settle between their bodies. His thumb pressed into her pouty clit, slick immediately covering the digit. (Y/N)'s call of his name was choked off the second she felt her walls tightening, matching the knot in her tummy. 

"Please kiss me, please kiss me," she babbled off, knowing she sounded somewhat delirious in that moment. 

With his thumb circling her clit, cock spreading her walls open just for him, Harry didn't waste any time sealing his lips to hers in a messy kiss. He was just barely off center with the way she couldn't manage to keep his name off her lips even if it wouldn't get any further than her throat before it was cut off with her eyes going crossed at every thrust. He kisses the corner of her mouth before he gained access to play with her tongue with his own. He tasted every broken call of his name and murmuring of his title. 

"C'mon, flower, cum for me," he told her, the words falling from his tongue right onto her own, "Be good for daddy." 

He knew what it did to her to hear him refer to himself with his title, the desired effect coming in a tightening of her tummy and a clench of her walls around his cock. He was bringing her closer all the while using her to get him to the edge.

"I'm so close," she told him, repeating the sentiment another time as she didn't bother to collect her scattered thoughts, "Please, please, please cum in me, daddy." 

Despite knowing there was a condom covering his length, there was something about the fact she knew he wasn't going to pull out and she was going to feel every bit of warmth that spurted out of him, that had her breathless. She wanted to see what he looked like when he came because of her pussy, what it looked like when he came for the first time without her hand or mouth there to clean it up. 

"Shit, shit, 'm cumming, flower. 'M cumming for you," he gritted out, his mouth falling open against her own. He wasn't even kissing her, only resting his lips against hers as he filled the condom with the warmth she had been craving. 

Even with the stuttering of his hips and the disjointed movements of his circling thumb, she came following after him. Her nails in his skin had to have felt like pinpricks with how hard she was holding onto him, her toes curling and thighs aching from how hard she was clinging to him in every respect. Her wetness grew, the distant feeling of warmth flooding her limbs while her mind went blank in favor of feeling everything he had to offer her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears still by the time Harry slumped atop her, his body coming alive once more as he pressed a smattering of kisses all over her face. He was murmuring something to her as he continued to press his thumb to her clit and rock his hips in half-hearted rolls against hers. She's halfway sure he was telling her that he loved her, but her ears weren't working for the moment. 

The comedown was slow and gradual, starting with her wrapping her aching hand around his wrist to keep him from touching at her swollen clit for any longer. It was too much, she barely remembered telling him, she's too sensitive, daddy. She hadn't even realized her eyes had fallen closed until he did the brunt work of shifting them around, only settling when they were bundled in the bedding, laying on their sides with either limbs wrapped around one another. 

"'M gonna pull out now, okay, love?" he asked her, the first thing she could hear with clarity as she came down to earth. (Y/N) only managed an absent nod.

He helped her unlock her legs from around his hips before he withdrew, a slick sound echoing in his bedroom that was compounded with the sound of a pathetic whimper working in her throat. He slumped into the bed beside her then, (Y/N) cracking her eyes open just enough to see him fiddling with the filled condom before it was tied and tossed into his trashcan across the room, just barely making it in before he fixed his sweats over his hips. 

The bedding was a mess around them, Harry's room suddenly humid as she watched his eyes fall closed. His profile was perfect, she thought in a dreamy haze—the line of his jaw led her to the point of his chin, rounded edges forming the full pink of his lips with high cheekbones leaving a soft place for the fan of his lashes to rest. Her favorite bit came in the slope of his nose, the same one that had skimmed over her entire body at this point, with his glasses resting on the bridge. It felt like a dream to see him like this, heaving, flushed chest with his lips swollen and slick with spit. As much as she loved his eyes, there was something about seeing them shuttered like this, knowing it was from the complete pleasure they shared in. 

With languid limbs, (Y/N) plucked his glasses from his nose. She utilized the puffs of bedding messed around them to clean the lenses, delicately handling them as Harry laid beside her. She took her time, both from satiation tainting her limbs and the fact she wanted to take care of him after everything. After testing the clarity with the help of the bedside lamp, she replaced the frames them back on his nose. A quiet smile had formed on Harry's lips though his eyes remained closed. 

"Better?" she murmured. 

She watched as Harry blinked his eyes open, adoration dripping from his irises as he looked to her. "Better. Thank you, flower." 

(Y/N) sunk into the mattress underneath her, bundling her hands underneath her cheek as she gazed at him. She hoped he could see the adoration swimming in her irises. 

"Pretty good for a next time, right?" he joked with her, his smile lopsided as he reached out and replaced the hem of her borrowed sweater over her modesty. The barely there touch of his fingertip over her skin had goosebumps layering over her thighs. 

"It was alright," she smiled, her voice sleepy as she gazed at her dream. 

"Jus' alright?" he balked, puffing out his cheeks as he let out an exasperated breath, "Gonna have to keep practicing then, huh?" 

"That sounds like a good idea," she played along, her smile growing as he played along with her. "C'mere," she beckoned to him.

Harry shuffled over the bedding in an instant, invading her space to the max until he was flush against her. She didn't care about the sweat covering both of their forms in that moment, even with his sweater still tucked around her body. She was grateful for his closeness, the love only growing when he wrapped his arms around her waist and nudged his nose against hers in an affectionate puppy's kiss. 

"I love you, too," she whispered, kissing him gently on his swollen lips, "Sorry I didn't say it back earlier."

"'S alright," he smiled, dimples deep in his cheeks—deep enough for her to crawl inside and sleep in, she thought—, "I know y'were a little distracted." Harry gave her calming kisses, innocent presses of his lips to hers in long and drawn out pulls that had her heartrate slowing into something so grounded she couldn't leave this moment. Those same heartracing touches were now calming, drawing her tightly into his world. "I meant what I said before, you know," he told her, a murmur against her kiss, "About wishing for things like this. It wasn't jus' about what we jus' did, I also thought about stuff like this. Holding you and kissing you and stuff. I still can't believe sometimes that y'gave me a chance. You're like a dream to me." 

"Harry," she practically whined, his words breaking her heart as she drew away to get a proper look at him. His sparkling eyes looked to her with clear pupils, everything lustful left behind in favor of sincerity swimming in the green of his irises. "Of course I gave you a chance. You're wonderful, Harry. You made me like physics." 

"You don't like physics," he teased, his smile going lopsided as he sunk the blunt of his teeth into his bottom lip, "Y'tell me every day how much y'hate it. And, Stanfill." 

"Okay, I don't like physics, but you made me like that class. You make even awful stuff like that worth it to me. I'm only sad it took me so long to see that, then we could have been doing this so much sooner," she told him, their voices hushed secrets to be shared between them and the sheets only, "And, I, obviously, dream about you, too. There's no reason for you not to believe this." 

"I know," he mumbled, his features rounded and soft as he took her in, "I jus' love you, that's all." 

Laying in the sticky sheets, legs shaking from how hard she was hanging onto him with nail marks appearing on Harry's chest and arms, (Y/N) gazed at the man of her dreams, his love for her on his lips. 

All those next times had definitely been worth it. 

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finally it is hereeeeee!!! thank u sm to whoever requested this and everyone who's been patient for this and also @strawbrryshortcakerry for helping me figure out where I wanted to go w this !!! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in!

[harryscherrypie]

I'm dating your boss, surprise

CEO!Harry Styles x fem!reader

summary - You and Harry go to his work event, where you meet your cheating ex-boyfriend Adam. Coincidentally, you are dating the head of the company he has been working at.

warnings - mentions of violence,harassment , mentions of cheating, fluff, angst

wordcount - 2,8k

a/n - CEO Harry fics have my heart so I finally got around to writing one, so enjoy.

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"Are you ready, my love?" Harry called from your walk-in closet and you rolled your eyes at his impatience. On the other hand, you could understand it. This was the first time you were going to be in public at one of Harry's work parties. He has always been the center of attention as the CEO of the company and you knew it wouldn't be any different this time around, especially with this being the first time in the history of the company he was going to have his partner accompany him.

You've only been dating for around 8 months, but it has already been one of the best relationships you've ever been in. You got together completely by accident when you bumped into him in the lobby of his firm about two and a half years ago. You were very distressed, because you caught your boyfriend of 3 years, Adam, cheating on you with one of his colleagues. Adam has worked at Pleasing for at least 4 years as an accountant in the financial department.

You were very shocked and Harry helped you through the panic attack you were on the verge of. He kindly took you to the coffee shop on the other side of the street where you sat in the corner, letting you calm down and actually realize what had happened to you. You stayed there for over an hour, sipping on your respective teas as you told Harry everything that had happened in the last few hours.

He was angry. He hated the thought of cheating and everyone who would do so was a scumbag in his eyes. He didn't want someone like that working for him, but you convinced him to not fire your now ex-boyfriend.

Soon after, he left you in the coffee shop, because he had to get to a very important meeting with the board of directors. He wrote his number on a clean napkin and handed it to you, saying that you should catch up sometime. With that, he left and handed the barista a hundred-pound bill.

The first few weeks after, you didn't have any contact with him. You were too busy packing your things from his flat and moving in with your best friend Rachel. On the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about Harry. About the coffee shop, and about the first time you've ever met.

The coffee shop conversation wasn't the first time you talked to him. You briefly talked at one of the company's galas about two years ago when your then-boyfriend left you on the sidelines of the dance floor because he went out for a cigarette with some of his buddies. You sipped on your fancy champagne, careful not to smear your lipstick too much. A soft song started playing and you saw a figure in the corner of your eye. You quickly recognized the CEO of the company and assumed he was taking another glass of champagne from the waiter who was permanently situated on the spot behind you. Instead, you heard him clear his throat and reach his empty hand out for you, asking if you would like to dance, charmingly.

You knew your boyfriend would kill you if you didn't dance with the boss of his boss of his boss and didn't talk to him about your boyfriend, so you agreed and he quickly led you to the middle of the room. He was a wonderful dancer. He effortlessly led you through the dance, not stumbling even once.

You made small talk, mainly about your boyfriend's position in his company, but also about the gala and if you liked the music and the decorations. You went on a rant about the beautiful contrast of the main colors of the event, your eyes sparkling with happiness. As an artist, colors were always very important to you and made everything more pleasurable, especially if they were put into a good combination. Harry listened to you, looking you in the eyes as you quickly switched from dancing to just swaying to the tune of the music.

Of course, your boyfriend had to come in and ruin the nice conversation when he pulled you away and told you you were going to a pub with his friends at that very moment. You quickly said your goodbye to Harry as Adam pulled you outside of the gorgeous room.

When you were settled into Rachel's apartment, you finally had a little bit of time for yourself. As you lay on the couch, waiting for Rachel's late shift to end so you could go out and eat somewhere, you remembered the napkin with Harry's number written on it. Looking back at the situation, you were quite a handful. You decided to give him a call and invite him somewhere out for tea, for which you would pay this time around.

You slowly typed the phone number in, checking each number at least 3 times before you took a deep breath and hit the call button.

The phone rang a few times before Harry's voice rang through into your ears. He sounded very professional, introducing himself and asking if he could help you with anything. You introduced yourself, nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie.

His tone suddenly changed into a lighter one, very similar to the one he used when he was trying to calm you down from your almost panic attack. You invited him out for a cup of tea, as a thank-you for everything he had done for you the last time, and he agreed.

That was almost three and a half years ago. You didn't get together instantly, mainly because you still needed to get over Adam and get your mental health in check after the incident, no matter how much you already liked Harry. You were friends for more than a year before kissing him on the balcony of the club where he was celebrating his 32nd birthday.

You made your relationship official just a day after the party with a bad hangover and messy hair, sipping on a shared protein shake in his kitchen.

"Don't be impatient, perfection takes time," you called back as you poked your tongue out to concentrate on making a symmetrical eyeliner on your left eye.

"But you already are perfect," he called out, even closer to the door than before.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Styles," you smiled and closed the eyeliner. You sprayed a fixation spray on your face, grimacing a bit when a tiny bit of it got on your tongue somehow.

"Close your eyes, I'm coming out,"

You opened the door and immediately saw Harry sitting on the bed with his head in his palms. You fixed your silk bathrobe a tiny bit and took a deep breath.

"Okay, you can look," Harry swiftly looked up, his mouth opening up slightly as he looked at you.

"My beautiful, beautiful girl, how did I get so lucky to have you in my life?" He whispered and pulled you to sit on his lap. Your face heated up as you looked away, feeling bashful from the praise.

"I'm the one asking myself that, hot and rich, what else could I want?" You teased and he grinned.

"Let's get you into the dress, my love, we need to leave soon," he whispered against the skin of your cheek and pecked your lips a few times. You reveled in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you before you stood up and moved into the walk-in closet, where your dress was already hanging in the dust cover. Harry had it made especially for you, to match his suit.

The work gala this year was moved from Christmas to the end of October, because of the 8th anniversary of the company. The theme was flowers. Very simple, very straightforward theme that the two of you agreed on after you've seen the most fitting dress on Instagram, made by your favorite up-and-rising fashion designer. Harry announced the theme to the director's board when you got in touch with the designer, and she confirmed that she could make the dress for you, and also design a matching suit for Harry.

You took a few moments admiring the dress from afar before Harry pinched your arm in warning as if to say 'hurry up'. You shooed him out of the closet and almost waltzed to the dress, excited to wear the masterpiece.

"Come and zip my dress up please," you called out. You didn't have to ask twice because just a few seconds later, Harry was already in the room, his fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of your bare back.

"The color suits your skin so much, we picked out good," He kissed the skin of your neck, making a pleasant shiver run through your spine.

Harry zipped up your dress and smoothed it over before he walked to your front and kissed you passionately, taking your breath away.

"I'm so excited for when we get back, gonna rip this dress off of you," he groaned and kissed your lips a few more times.

His phone on a nightstand chimed in.

"The driver's here, let's go, or we'll be late," he ushered you and you nodded, grabbing your heels and walking out of the bedroom, hooking your fingers with Harry's.

The drive there wasn't long. You were traveling from Harry's city penthouse, so it took you only about 20 minutes to get to the museum. You were glad you talked him into getting ready in his apartment. He wanted to get ready back home in his estate out of the city and if you were to travel from there, you would be in the car for almost an hour and a half.

You watched the beautiful lights of the city flash by behind the window as you listened to Harry speak to one of the organizers on the phone about the last-minute details.

"So, everything is ready, and people are starting to come in," he informed you when he hung up. You scooted closer to him and snuggled into his side.

"I'm very excited, but nervous also, I don't think I'm fully ready to face Adam," you nervously fiddled with your thumbs in your lap. Harry grabbed your hands and brought them up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on both of them.

"You don't have to be nervous, I will be there with you the entire time, if you feel uncomfortable at any point in the evening just say a word and we will leave, I promise," he assured you.

"What did I do to deserve you? I must've done something very, very good," you smiled and pressed your lips against his in a feather-light kiss. The movement of the stopping car made you pull away from each other.

"Is my lipstick okay? Isn't it smudged or something?" You asked, trying to check it in your reflection in the glass of the window.

"You look perfect, don't worry," he pecked your lips once more before he fixed the cuffs on his suit and took a deep breath.

"Come on, I need to make a speech in about 10 minutes," he ushered you.

He opened the door on his side and stepped out of the car into the chilly air of the parking lot before he walked to your side and opened up the door for you, offering his hand for you to take.

"Thank you, kind sir," you smiled at him.

"My pleasure," he grinned before you walked towards the main entrance of the historic building.

You could feel everyone's eyes staring at the two of you as you descended the staircase toward the dance floor. This was the same building you met at the first time. The company galas happened here every single year, courtesy of Harry's widespread contacts all over the city. You looked around the beautifully decorated ballroom, taking in the magical atmosphere.

"Do you like it?" Harry whispered into your ear as you walked down the last few steps.

"It looks beautiful, they've really outdone themselves." you admired the decorations and squeezed Harry's hand discreetly.

"I'm glad you like it, all of this is for you, and all of the future ones will be as well," he kissed your cheek lightly and pulled back from you.

He was immediately swarmed by a group of his colleagues, praising him for the wonderful job he had done at organizing the event.

"Oh I wish that was me but actually, it was my lovely girlfriend over here, (y/n)," he announced proudly and switched you to stand next to him and not behind him, where you stationed yourself before.

"Oh, um, hi," you waved shyly at the group of people around you, and a chorus of 'Hi's' and 'Nice to meet you's rang out.

"Well, the missus is more skilled is more skilled at this than you have ever been Styles," A woman to your left teased and Harry laughed out loudly.

"I s'pose you're right Heather, she truly is a godsend," he squeezed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"Now, I would love to chat some more, but I have to give the welcoming speech, so I, unfortunately, have to stop the conversation here," He smiled politely and said his goodbyes before he pulled you away from the group to a duo of women standing nervously a few meters away from you.

"Mr.Styles, we need you to make the speech now, you were supposed to start 2 minutes ago," One of them nervously rambled as the other one vigorously nodded while she scribbled down something on the paper she was holding on a board.

"Lead the way then," he charmingly smiled.

"Wait for me here, I will be back in a few minutes, we can dance then," he kissed your forehead lovingly and slipped away after the women.

As you waited for Harry to make his appearance, a tap on the shoulder startled you.

"(y/n)?" A familiar voice sounded from behind you.

"Adam," You awkwardly smiled at him and took a step back, trying to distance yourself from him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly stunned.

"None of your business Adam," you snapped and wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling cold and uncomfortable.

"Let's talk, somewhere private," he grabbed your arm roughly. You desperately tried to tear away from his tight hold.

"Adam, let me go," you tearfully demanded but he only shook his head, tugging you towards him.

"It's alright honey, just a little conversation won't hurt," he mumbled as he tugged even more.

The whole room erupted in an applause which probably meant that Harry came out to give his speech.

The shock you were in froze you. You stopped fighting against Adam's hold and let him lead you from the room.

You didn't know where you were, the tears obscuring your eyes. The world around you went quiet and the only sound you heard was the echo of Adam's steps. You were probably in a hall.

"(y/n) listen to me," he grabbed you by the shoulders and made you look at him.

"Baby I can't live without you, you have to take me back, my life lost all of its meaning when you left me," He begged.

His words made you see red. How dare he say this? After what he had put you through, after the hurt he had caused you, he had the nerve to say you hurt him. You pushed him back, making him stumble as you dabbed your tears away.

"How dare you!" you called out shocking Adam.

"You cheat on me, you hurt me, you neglect me throughout all our relationship because of your work, but at the end of the day I'm the bad one?" You continued to pour your frustration out at him.

"(y/n) baby, that didn't happen, she pushed herself on me, you don't remember what you saw," he begged you.

You opened your mouth to say something when the door behind you opened up and a sound of hurried steps rang through the empty hallway.

"(y/n)?" Harry called into the empty hallway.

"Here," you called back and quickly moved away from Adam towards Harry.

"What the fuck is happening here, are we having a problem?" Harry's voice boomed through the hallway, making you immediately relax, knowing he is finally with you.

"Um, nothing sir, we were just talking, nothing is wrong," Adam stuttered through the sentence as he straightened his posture to look just slightly bit taller.

"Sweet girl is that true?" He smirked down as he tugged you into his side, kissing the top of your forehead.

"Wha-what is happening?" Adam asked, confused by the sight in front of him.

"I'm dating your boss Adam, and have been for the last few months, I finally found someone who treats me right," you snapped back at him.

"Let's go back, I want to dance," You looked up at Harry, completely ignoring Adam's presence.

"As you wish my dear," he kissed your forehead and took your hand in his, starting to lead you from your ex-boyfriend.

"Oh, and one thing Adam," Harry called back.

"You're fired,"

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I… can’t. HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO HOT? 🥲

Harry at the Los Angeles premiere of My Policeman - November 1

[harryscherrypie]

3 am ideas

harry styles x designer!reader

Summary - When it comes to Harry's Haryween outfits, you do tend to go a little bit overboard. This year isn't any different and Harry finds you scribbling down ideas at 3 am... almost a year before the show is even announced.

Word count - 900, she's a short one

Warnings - none

A/n - I am anticipating this year's Harryween outfit and this is my manifestation that Harry will wear a dress again. Fingers crossed.

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The door to your home office opened, the sound accompanying the soft pitter-patter of what you were sure were Harry’s steps. He quietly opened the door and slipped into your office, closing the door behind him, and standing behind you.

“S’ 3 am lovie, why are you still up?” He crocked out. You turned to face him.

You were greeted with the sight of his curls all messed up and standing up in all possible directions. He was rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stifled a yawn behind the sleeve of his, your, hoodie.

“M’ sorry, but I couldn’t sleep, so I started on some ideas for your next Halloween costume, I’m kind of just revisiting our scrapped ideas from this year,” you mumbled as you turned your back towards him and looked at the giant cork board on your wall, which was packed with everything you had in mind.

“Love, the next costume will be needed in almost a year, Halloween was a month ago,” Harry sighed defeatedly, clearly wanting to go back to sleep.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just needed to occupy my mind with something, or else I’d go insane,” you mumbled.

Harry’s arms sneaked around your waist and pulled you backward, making you lean against his chest.

“You should’ve woken me up, you know you can wake me up if you need me,” he kissed the top of your head gently.

“I know, but I wanted you to sleep for a little while, I know you’ve been struggling with it lately,” you rubbed your hands up and down the lengths of his arms.

“Tell me, what do you have,” he kissed your shoulder.

“Okay, so going from the reactions of your fans and what they enjoy seeing you in combined with the process of our deciding on a costume this year I came to a conclusion that you will definitely wear a dress again,” you explained your thought process and waited for him to say anything.

“Yeah? They want me in a dress again?” He asked with a slightly strained voice. You could feel his arm tighten around your shoulders slightly shaking.

“Of course they do, you look absolutely stunning in dresses, it’s a shame you don’t wear them more often,” you slipped from underneath his arm and stood in front of him, cradling his cheek in your hand.

“Do you not want to wear a dress?” You asked frowning. You clearly remembered how excited he was to wear a dress that day and pranced around backstage in it way before he had to get ready.

“No, I want to, I guess I just never realized that people liked it, I didn’t check the social media after the concert, I guess I was just scared of it becoming a second cover of vogue situation,” he shrugged but you could see that what you said had made him think.

“Well you should’ve people absolutely loved it, you looked so beautiful, my best work if I’m being honest,” you teased and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Show me your ideas so I can go back to bed,” he urged and you clapped your hands excitedly.

“So dresses, this immediately made me think of Disney princesses. We could do you as Ariel and the band as the little sea creatures, or I was also thinking of you as Ursula and Mitch as Ariel because of the hair, next, I thought of you as cinderella and the band as mice and someone could do the fairy godmother and a pumpkin that would be so adorable,” you animatedly explained your visions to Harry as you showed him some rough sketches you have been working on.

“That sounds really nice, the cinderella one especially,” he smiled down at the sketches and ran his fingertips over them, visualizing the outfits.

“One concern I have though would be how you would move on stage because your dance moves are questionable sometimes, so you either sacrifice movement for one show and calm down a bit or we do like a short dress which I thought could be a bit sexier,” you scribbled a note down when you explained.

“I think I could calm it down for a show, you know, for the sake of the dress,” he shrugged.

“Okay, but my main idea wasn’t Ariel or Cinderella, I actually thought of this when I saw you with the little bow this year. Hear me out, you as Snow White and the band as the dwarves,” you grinned and waited for his reaction. He thought about it for a little while before he smiled a big grin, nearly matching yours, and nodded his head.

“That would be absolutely amazing, I think we should go with this one,” he decided as he looked over the sketch of him in a snow-white inspired ballgown you handed him.

“We would have to figure out the length because I won’t put you in something floor length because you wouldn’t be able to move at all, but something close to ankles or slightly above,” you bit the end of a pencil as you wrote it down.

“This will look so amazing, with the puffy sleeves and the bow in your hair, oh, and we will put a little bit of blush on your cheeks, oh, you will look so beautiful,” you cooed at your vision, making Harry blush slightly from all the compliments.

“Let’s go to bed, I will call Alessandro tomorrow so we can start working on proper sketches, oh god I’m excited,” you skipped around your office putting things away quickly so you could take Harry back to bed.

“M’ excited too, I love wearing dresses,” he smiled as he watched you tidy your desk slightly.

“Come on, we have so much work to do when we wake up,” you ushered him to take your hand and you pulled him into your bedroom.

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You pop, when we get intimate

husband!Harry Styles x fem!reader

summary - how your moans made their way into the background of cinema

warnings - smut, poorly written, slight voyeurism? Harry wants to put your moans in a song so yeah, fluff

wordcount - 2,8k

a/n - Oh god, this one physically drained me. I've been writing it since like august, but the smut never came out right, I hope you like this one, my second smut ever and I'm still a bit awkward writing it so patience, please.

If you have any feedback on my writing, please let me know, it would help tremendously,

Hope you enjoy it.

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“You want to what?” You almost screeched as you looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“You heard me right,” he smirked.

You knew Harry could be unhinged when it came to his music. In his previous work, he wasn’t afraid to use intimate bits and pieces of your relationship, just to complete the storytelling. But this was too much, even for him.

“You are absolutely crazy,” you laughed and shook your head.

He had to be joking. Right?

This wasn’t what you were expecting today. You and Harry were both at home. You were working on a project for work and he was working on songs in his home studio. After being locked away in there for about 5 hours straight he came out into the kitchen and nonchalantly asked the craziest question you’ve ever heard.

“Will you let me put your moans into one of my songs?”

“Look, we don’t have to do it, I understand if you are uncomfortable, but I think it would go in the song perfectly,” he shrugged as he moved closer to the couch, where you were sitting. He crouched in front of you and you opened your legs to make space for him between your legs.

“I don’t know Har,” you mumbled as you leaned closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. It was an awkward position but you didn’t mind, you were glad to finally have him with you after he spent the few previous hours locked away in his studio.

“As I said, baby, if you are uncomfortable, it’s out of the window, you know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he kissed your cheek gently and placed his forehead against your temple.

“Let me think about it hm?” You asked and he nodded happily.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours softly.

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That was 2 weeks ago, and to be honest, you thought about his question non-stop. You roughly knew what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to put your moans to the forefront of the song. He wanted them in the background, just loud enough to slightly hear over the music, he didn’t think anyone would catch onto them after the first listen, and that calmed your mind slightly.

Harry was spending the night at his studio in the city when you decided to agree to his proposition. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend nights at the studio. He always said that he felt the most inspired when he worked alone and during the night, and you could understand that.

You retyped the text a few times before you hit send. Just a couple of minutes later, a long voice message came from Harry.

“Oh my God, are you for real? Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to do this just because I wanted it, please tell me you are sure,” even though he sounded concerned, you could hear a tinge of hope and happiness in his voice.

“Yes, I am sure, I know you would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me, I trust you with my life, Harry,” you sent back a voice message and quickly moved to gather your stuff and get to the studio.

It wasn’t far away, only about 15 minutes from your shared apartment. You listened to a podcast you started listening to while you were working earlier that day as you drove towards the studio.

You parked in the parking lot beside the studio and got out. The lights in the entire building were out, only reassuring you that Harry was in the building alone, maybe except for a couple of security guards, who were going to stay on the bottom floor, so it didn’t bother you.

You walked into the building and greeted the security guard who had a shift that night. You handed him your ID for him to check your name on the list of people who have access and wished you a good night.

You took the elevator to the rented studio, which was on the 8th floor. As the elevator slowed down, you called Harry to let you in.

“Hey, I’m here, can you let me in please?”

“Of course, love, I’m going to be right there,”

You only waited for about 2 minutes, before the door opened up and your husband appeared.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled you towards him. He rested his chin against your shoulder as he gently swayed your bodies from side to side. You reveled in the feeling for a few moments before he slowly pulled away.

“Come on,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you into the studio with him.

He locked the door behind the two of you and led you towards a small couch in the back of the room. He sat down, pulled you right on top of him in one fluid motion, and rested his palms on your hips.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as he peppered small kisses around your face.

“I missed you too,” you smiled and rubbed his back gently.

“Baby, are you absolutely sure?” He asked concerned.

“Do you want me to change my mind? Because it sounds like you do,” you teased as you swiped your fingers around the surface of his cheeks.

“Let me get things ready, drink some of my tea if you want, it should be still hot,” he smiled and handed you the mug full of herbal tea.

You took the mug into your hands and blew on the tea gently. You watched Harry as he toyed with the soundboard and the computer from the couch. After a few minutes, you placed the mug on the table in front of you and stood up.

You moved towards him as quietly as you could, trying to scare him. He squealed lowly as you dug your fingers into his sides. You wrapped your hands around him while he quietly laughed at your antics. You raised to your tippy-toes and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“You little minx,” he smiled and opened up a program on his computer screen.

“Are you done?” You asked and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Almost, be patient,” he mumbled. Your eyes wandered from the screen to the profile of Harry’s face. You allowed yourself to admire him for a while before he spoke up.

“I can see you staring,” Harry said absentmindedly.

“I am getting bored and horny, so hurry up,” you whined jokingly.

“I am done, the mic is on, we can go in,” he turned around and pulled you into him. He kissed you gently, and unhurriedly. Even though the both of you knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the kiss didn’t get steamy. It stayed soft and gentle as if to bring each other comfort.

“You can still say no, you can always say no, I won’t get mad,” he reminded you as he placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes in bliss.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “You told me like 5 times already,” you joked and he ‘tsked’ and raised your chin to keep you looking at him.

“I want you to be comfortable, and know that you can back out anytime you feel like it is becoming too much,” he stroked your cheek. You nodded in acknowledgment and tugged at his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with,” you said.

“Eager, are we?” he teased but complied and let you lead him to the booth.

“You were hopeful, weren’t you?” You teased when you saw the inside of the booth. There were blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, with some towels and water bottles to the side. Your heart fluttered. You couldn’t have asked for more. The fact that he went out of his way to do this to try and make you feel more comfortable made your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Guess you could say I had a hunch,” he winked jokingly and pulled you into the booth. He pulled you to sit down on the floor which was cushioned by the soft pillows.

“It’s so cozy, I love it,” you mumbled as you ran your hands over the soft fabric around you.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he smiled.

“C’mere baby, let me kiss you,” Harry pulled you onto his lap and quickly pressed his lips to yours. You stayed like that for a while. Pressed up against each other, lips moving against each other.

“Turn around baby, sit between my legs, it’s going to sound better that way,” he whispered into your ear and you complied. You shifted your weight and turned around, careful not to hurt him. You nested between his legs and pressed your back against his chest. You felt him lean against the wall behind him and get comfortable.

When the both of you got comfortable, you turned your head to the side, so you could face him.

“How are we going to do this?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you unless I want all of the moans in the background to be mine, so that’s out of the window,” he grinned and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, you tend to be just a tiny bit loud,” you smiled and raised your hand with a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Get your shirt off, woman,” he jokingly ordered and you raised your hands above your head.

“Get it off yourself,” you smiled. The shirt landed somewhere to your right. You didn’t have time to look because Harry pulled you into a kiss immediately after the shirt stopped touching your skin. He didn’t waste any time and cupped your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, making you moan into his mouth.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips as he ran the tips of his fingers over your stomach and hips. You moaned at his praise softly and raised your hips off of the ground slightly, trying to tell him you wanted him to slide your sweat pants off of your legs.

Harry knew you like the back of his hand, and immediately understood what you wanted from him.

“Raise your hips for me, love, just a bit,” he murmured against the side of your face and you complied, air leaving your lungs at his words, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck to get some stability. He swiped the fabric of both sweat pants and your underwear from underneath your butt, and down your legs.

“Straighten your legs,” he ordered and you did, just for him to hook his knees around your legs and pinning them to the ground, spread out. You let out a shaky breath, tensing up from the sudden cold feeling touching your hot core.

“Relax against me, and let me do the work,” you nodded your head desperately and you laid your head against his shoulder, burrowing your face in his neck.

At first, he didn’t do anything. His slight touches were teasing and almost non-existent, dancing over your heated naked skin.

As his hand traveled down, over your thigh, it nestled itself on your inner thigh, incredibly close to where you needed him, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

He was so, so close when he suddenly started to pull away. In the deep feeling of desperation, you forcefully closed your legs and pried them from underneath his, with a loud whine.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” you whined and Harry tsked disapprovingly.

“Be good for me, or you won’t get anything,” he threatened, and you nodded understandingly. You knew he wouldn’t do that to you, after all, he needed this but you knew the longer you would misbehave the longer it would take for him to properly start.

he pined your legs underneath his again, this time a lot firmer than before and his hand went back to the place it was before.

This time around, he didn’t waste any time and dived straight in. He pulled your hood apart with two fingers, leaving your pulsing clit uncovered in the slightly cold air of the recording booth. He smeared your wetness over his fingers and started rubbing soft circles on your clit, making you lean back into him a little more, feeling a jolt of electricity flash over your spine.

“Is that good lovie?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded vigorously, letting a breathless moan tumble out of your mouth. He didn’t take his time easing you into the feeling, as he started rubbing your clit a bit more roughly.

You didn’t understand how he did it, but you already felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. The feeling of the cold rings pressing against your heated skin only made the motions of his skilled fingers make you feel so much better.

You could feel his fingers starting to explore, the thumb circled your clit and the rest went downwards until you felt them prodding against your wet hole.

“Please, give me your fingers,” you moaned out and he kissed the side of your head.

“Be patient,” he murmured.

He teased you, only letting the tips of his finger dip into you before he pulled them away, only focusing on your clit.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you gripped his wrist and looked him in the eyes, with a pleading look on your face.

“Please,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, nodding, as if annoyed. You let go of his wrist, settling back against him.

He dipped his fingers in you again, going deeper this time. You spread your legs slightly more, trying to take as much of his fingers as you can. You moaned loudly when his fingers prodded against the sensitive spot inside you. The motion made you grip the loose fabric of his grey sweat pants you could almost feel him smirk behind you.

“Oh, God,” you whispered out as you fought against the flutter of your lashes, struggling against the urge to close your eyes in absolute bliss.

He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you, thumb on your clit, trying to graze the sensitive spot as much and as best as you could. Soon, you were a moaning and whining mess, too close to your orgasm to let out anything except the gasps of his name.

You were so, so close. The feeling in your belly almost too much to bear.

“Let go for me my love, cum for me,” he whispered against your ear.

You tried to hold off for a while, wanting to enjoy his touch for a bit longer, but you couldn’t it wasn’t possible.

You let go with a loud moan as the hot blinding pleasure hit you, making you see galaxies for a few moments. You desperately tried to close your legs around his hand, but this time, he was ready and didn’t let your legs slip from his. Harry continued to rub your clit even after your orgasm, making you whine and try to get away from him.

You felt sleepy. Your eyes were too heavy to keep them open and your limbs felt too heavy to move on your own. You felt yourself being moved. From between Harry’s legs to laying on a fluffy pillow with a warm blanket draped over you. You felt Harry slip away from you, and you tried calling out for him.

“M’just going to turn the mic off, I will be back in a minute, I promise darling, then I’ll clean you up,” he promised lovingly and you nodded, snuggling into the soft fabric of the pillow underneath your head.

He was right, after about a minute you could feel his presence again as the pillows around you shifted underneath his weight.

“I need to pull the blanket off, prepare,” he warned and you braced yourself for the chilly feeling.

You were grateful he cleaned up very quickly. He quickly wiped you up, and slipped your underwear on, mumbling encouraging words when you flinched away from being too sensitive.

“Sit up for me,” he gently ordered and pulled you up to rest against him. He opened the water bottle only an arm's length away from him and placed it against your lips, urging you to drink just a little. You took a few sips, but soon grew tired of it, and tried to lay down again. This time, he laid down with you. He threw a blanket over your bodies, snuggling your almost bare form to his, gently brushing his hand over your hair in soothing motions.

“Did so good for me, my best girl,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses around the back of your neck.

“At least credit me for the song,” you joked weakly, making Harry’s laugh the last thing you heard before you slipped into a well-deserved slumber.

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Scared? Of him?

Harry Styles x fem!reader - can be read as best friends or as lovers (not specified)

summary - People on TikTok seem to be slightly scared of long-haired Harry, thankfully for them, you have some very incriminating proof that he wasn't scary at all.

warnings - fluff, nothing else, slight anti-larry talk? Is that even a warning?

wordcount - 2k

a/n - this popped into my head because I've been seeing these videos on my fyp, they are fun. I hope you liked this little thing I quickly put together.

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Everyone had a little past time to get through the boring hours while on tour. The past times went from the classics like crocheting and knitting to less traditional ones like rock painting, all of the band members had something to waste their time with.

When you went on Harry’s first tour with him, you found out that having a pastime was something necessary. You spent many hours at soundchecks or just sitting around in the dressing room, waiting for something to happen. Back then, you picked up on bullet journaling. It didn’t stick with you after the tour, because you didn’t have as much time as you used to, but you still kept the journals you filled and went through them when you were feeling nostalgic.

Your past time this time around wasn’t something you were proud of. While on the first tour, you could use the time to be productive and creative, this time, you just scrolled. You knew about TikTok for a few years. You never joined on because you knew you would stumble upon people who would hate on you, and you didn’t need that kind of negativity in your life.

But after all these years you finally gave in and downloaded the app. At first, the things you saw didn’t entertain you. You couldn’t spend more than 10 minutes on the app before you exited it out of boredom.

This was around the time of Harryween and you really wanted to see what people thought of both of Harry’s outfits. You gave in and searched his name in the search bar. Thousands upon thousands of videos popped up, mentioning Harry’s name, which even after years of him being famous, still made your head spin.

Since then, Harry has been one of the main topics on your fyp. Along with film edits, fashion, recipes, memes and travel montages, his face appeared quite a lot. At first, you weren’t at the One Direction side of the Harry side of TikTok, but soon after, the videos started to appear too. Edits, conspiracies, rankings, and to your dismay also Larry videos, you name it all.

After a while, you started noticing similar videos, to your absolute horror, calling Harry with his long hair scary and terrifying. You couldn’t wrap your head around that. Your Harry scary? Absolutely not.

You were friends since you were 12 and you were with him through all of his yearly glow-ups, which means also his long hair era. You could remember a lot of things from those years, with them being one of your favorites. He wasn’t scary. Never.

He was always the sweetest person you have ever met. Sure, he might’ve looked a bit more macho than he does now, but he compensated with his actions.

One of your fondest memories is teaching him how to braid friendship bracelets while you were on the boys' tour bus.

“Harry, don’t forget, this half is going to be done with the backward knots, it’s the background so we won’t need to do anything else with the strings yet,” you reminded as you hiked up the first string from the right to the top of your finger.

You were teaching him to make little heart friendship bracelets, which he begged you to do for quite some time. You picked up this hobby back when you were in primary school when all of your friends came back from summer camps and learned to make them during the summer holidays.

“Okay, so first, I do the chevron at the top of the heart through the whole length and tie the middle strings together to connect them to the bracelet,” he clarified and you nodded, muttering a ‘that’s right,’ as you started to braid the bracelet.

Things got a bit complicated when you got to the top of the heart. Harry started to mix up which sides to do which knots, and where to move the strings. You were almost done with your bracelet, while Harry was only on his second heart.

When you tied it finished, you looked over at Harry and you laughed under your breath. He sat on the couch, hunched over the coffee table with his hair falling into his face and his tongue sticking out in extreme concentration.

You sneakily took a picture and a short video of him before you took the hair band from your wrist and started tying his hair back, out of his face, into a neat bun at the base of his neck.

“You are doing great Haz,” you smiled and he shook his head.

“My fingertips are burning, why is it so hard?” He whined childishly and you chuckled at his antics.

“I’ve had a lot of practice over these years, if you practice a bit, you will get used to it, and it will get easier to grip the thread as well,” you explained and he nodded his head.

All of a sudden, he leaned closer to you and laid on top of you, pinning you to the couch with his body weight.

“I think I deserve a small nap, don’t you think? I’ve been working so hard,” he mumbled as he nuzzled against the collar of your shirt.

“Sure love, take a nap, I will be here,” you smoothed a hand over his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he keened into your touch, making you smile.

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You had many videos to prove that Harry was still a big sweetheart, even with long hair. Whether it was him cooking you a midnight snack while you were tired, wearing a fluffy hot pink bathrobe with a sheet mask on his face, or him jumping up and down around your living room when he got the perfect score on the random demo of Just Dance on your old Xbox.

The more videos you saw, the more you wanted to post a video of him back in those days. You knew the videos weren’t malicious or making fun of him, but you had a soft spot for that era of Harry, maybe bigger than for the rest of his eras, and you needed to defend him and prove, that he actually wasn’t scary.

You brought it up to Harry one night while you were laying in his hotel room in Amsterdam, watching some random Dutch show on the telly.

“What would you think about me defending your long hair era, hm?” You asked absentmindedly as you massaged the palm of his right hand and fingers to help with the soreness of it and with the bloodstream.

“What do you mean?” He asked humorously as he looked away from the screen to stare at you intently.

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of videos on TikTok about you with your long hair, that you were kind of scary sometimes, and I have a soft spot for that era, you know that,” you explained as you kept digging your fingers into his flesh.

“Whatever you want love, just show me the videos you want to post, just in case,” he shrugged and you sat up beaming at him.

“Really, I can?” You smiled and he nodded.

“Of course, I don’t mind,” he smiled. You threw yourself at him, tucking yourself into him and squeezing his waist in a happy hug.

“Thank you, thank you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.

“You are welcome love,” he smiled.

And that got you here, ready to post your first, and probably the only TikTok ever.

After consulting with Harry, you picked out 3 short, but sweet and not too private snippets of Harry with his long hair.

The first one was the longest.

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He was sitting in front of the computer with a youtube video pulled up with a mess of hair ties, bobby pins brushes scattered around him.

You slowly approached from the back, capturing him as he messily tried to dutch braid his hair, now that it was finally long enough for him to be able to do that.

“You having a bit of trouble there sir?” You asked and Harry jumped slightly, dropping all of his messily braided hair from his hands.

“Noo, you made me drop it, I have to start again,” he pouted and your voice could be heard snickering from behind the camera.

“If you wouldn’t been mean to me earlier, you wouldn’t have to do this,” you pointed out and he slouched his form in defeat.

“But you were really, truly pulling my hair,” he pouted.

“I know, but if you didn’t have stupid comments, this wouldn’t be happening,” you teased. He went quiet for a while before he made grabby hands at you. You walked closer to him, finally having enough of teasing him.

“I’m sorry I said I could braid it better than you, I now know the error of my ways,” he mumbled against the plush of your stomach and buried his face against the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Okay mister, now let me braid your hair, otherwise you will get it all matted and tangled if you continue like this,” you pushed him back gently and he turned around with a dopey smile on his face.

That was where the clip ended and another one began.

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This one was set on the old tour bus. You and Harry were squished in Harry’s bunk with the curtain shut. The camera faced the two of you, showing your faces, which were scattered with star-shaped pimple patches and under-eye patches on your smiling faces. You had a habit of sometimes recording little vlogs at the end of the day and making a short summary of the last 24 hours.

“We visited the city today,” Harry cheered quietly and you nodded enthusiastically.

“We went to the louver and the Eiffel tower, and walked around the pretty streets,” you gushed and Harry smiled at you.

“Well, none of those were more beautiful than you, my dear,” he joked. Even though the sentence.

“Shut up and don’t talk too much because the star above your lip will fall off,” you put a finger against his mouth and he didn’t waste time and licked it.

“Eww, Harold,” you shrieked and immediately exited the bunk with a thud against the floor.

You flipped the camera and the screen showed a pouty-faced Harry as he reached his arm out, trying to get you back to the bunk bed.

“Come back, please,” he pleaded.

“Fine, but don’t be a disgusting pig, or I’ll leave and sleep next to Niall,” you warned and Harry nodded his head, showing he completely understood.

“Good,” you mumbled and ended the video.

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The picture cut into the third little video of you two sitting in front of mirrors in a dressing room for an event, you don’t even remember the name of. The video showed a frowning Harry as he looked down at his lap.

“Don’t frown,” you scolded jokingly and he looked up at you.

“I wanted to paint m’nails,” he murmured and you shook your head.

“I know bub, how about we paint them when we get back to the hotel hm?” You proposed and he nodded vigorously.

“That sounds good, we can even get matching colors,” Harry’s eyes lit up as he sat up. The hairstylist behind him tapped his shoulder to say that he should settle back down. He did as she asked, but a happy smile still played on his lips.

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You looked over the videos edited together at least a hundred times before you went on TikTok and started to record the beginning of your video.

“I’ve been hearing a lot of people saying that long-haired Harry was scary. I don’t agree and with Harry’s permission, I want to show you 3 little videos of him, after which you can’t look at him and see anything scary. Here they are,” you smiled and cut off the beginning. You edited it together so it didn’t have any mistakes and posted it with the caption.

“He was the moment, I miss him :(”

And now that you’ve created chaos on the internet, you turned off your notifications and went to cook some lunch for Harry and you.

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I hope you liked this one, I had so much fun writing this, so it would be awesome if you followed, reblogged, and liked, it would be very appreciated.

Thank you for reading <3

[harryscherrypie]

Sing with me?

Harry styles x exband!female reader

summary - Harry has a request, and because you're too in love with him, you can't deny him.

warnings - suggestive themes?, implied smut, slight insecurities

word count - 1,3k

a/n - soo, I finally wrote something. My mental health doesn't seem to be deteriorating at this time and writing doesn't seem like a chore. I had a really fun time writing this, even if it isn't that good. I hope you like this and would like to read more of these two, because I have quite a lot of stuff thought out, just not written yet.

Please, if you enjoyed reading, it would be awesome if you reblogged, liked, and followed me because it shows that you like what I write

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“You want me to what?” You asked as Harry stood in front of a mirror in his almost finished outfit for Coachella week 2. He looked absolutely amazing, and you were having a tough time concentrating on what he was asking you to answer.

“Well, I had Shania Twain as my guest last week, so the only way to top that is by you being the guest,” he shrugged as if what he was asking was no big deal.

“You think I will top Shania Twain huh?” You narrowed your eyes and Harry grinned a sickly sweet smile.

“Of course, it would be our first performance together since the one direction days, it would top last week for sure,” he shrugged and shifted his weight, as Lambert pinned some pins into his pants.

Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you knew it was true. The fans didn’t know you were dating and were absolutely thirsty for even a bit of interaction between the two of you. So yes, he was right, if you were to be his guest, it would surely break the internet.

“I haven’t performed in such a long time though, are you sure you want me to be your guest?” You asked as you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, and looked to the ground.

You suddenly felt a pair of hands lightly gripping your shoulders.

“Hey, of course I want you to be up there with me. You know I’ve dreamed of us performing together again since the band split,” he rubbed his thumbs over your shoulders and you frowned a little.

“We didn’t split up, we are on a hiatus,” you corrected him, just like always and he rolled his eyes.

“Of course, how could I mistake the two, so sorry for that. Now, will you be my guest or not?” He asked impatiently and you thought about it for a while.

Nothing would make you happier than performing with him again after so many years. You missed it. Flaunting around stage with him, and having fun was something that got you through when you were in the band. There were a few cases in which you almost quit, but the thought of not being able to do what you liked with people you loved, always held you back from bringing it up to anyone.

“Fine, I will,” you breathed out and Harry grinned like a Cheshire cat.

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“I can’t believe you had matching outfits made for us,” you shook your head as you looked at the two of you in the mirror you stood in front of.

You were in a similar outfit Harry was in. With matching trousers and wests, you with a cropped tank top underneath, you stood in front of the mirror, checking each other out.

“I can’t believe you made me wear your initials on my ass,” you shook your head as you looked at the patchwork on your back pockets in the mirror.

“Well, they have to know you are mine don’t they?” He wiggled his eyebrows and pulled you closer to him by your waist.

“You trust yourself a bit too much sometimes, don’t you think?” you chuckled and scraped your nails over his bare bicep, making him shiver.

“You look so good, you know?” You asked after a few seconds of silence. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him if you were being honest. He looked out of this world. In moments like these you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was yours. Finally and forever.

“I know, but thank you for reminding me, again,” he teased and gently connected your lips in a sweet and loving kiss.

“We will also have matching coats, did you know?” He pulled away and asked excitedly.

Harry Lambert came into the room with arms full of two fluffy coats, one pink and one orange.

“There you are, lovebirds, don’t forget Harry, you take it off after As it was and then put it back on after treat people with kindness when (y/n) comes out,” Lambert reminded him and he absentmindedly nodded while he played with the strap of your tank top, pulling it down and kissing your bare shoulder lovingly.

“You two are disgusting,” Lambert shook his head and hung the coats on a clothing rack in the corner of the room.

“We need to leave in about 40 minutes, please, for the love of God, don’t wrinkle the clothes and don’t mess up your makeup,” Lambert frowned and left the room, clearly not amused with your slight pda.

As soon as the door closed, Harry pulled you towards the couch and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“You heard Lambert, H, we shouldn’t, not now,” you mumbled and Harry frowned.

“Aww come on, just a quickie, we won’t ruin anything,” he pouted and quickly pecked your lips a few times in a row.

“I’m so nervous, I don’t think I can,” you whispered against his lips and he furrowed his brows.

“I thought I told you not to worry, everything is going to be fine, we will just break the internet, nothing too major,” he teased and you closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his.

“I’m scared I am going to mess it up, I haven’t performed in such a long time,” you confessed, making Harry let out a disapproving tut.

“None of that baby, everything is going to be alright, we will crush it, just like we did when we were 19, nothing has changed,” he kissed your cheek and you opened up one of your eyes.

“Nothing except the fact that you are old now, are you sure you will be able to keep up?” you teased. Harry let out a fake horrified gasp as he dug his fingers into your sides, making you squeal from the feeling.

“I am old? I don’t know who complained about not being able to keep up yesterday night when I had you laid out on the bed hmm? What are you going to say to me about that?” Harry whispered into your ear teasingly, making you freeze in your spot and letting out a shaky breath. It didn’t take much effort for him to make you feel some type of way, and he knew it. Just as you went to grind your hips against his he pulled away.

“You are right we shouldn’t, I am suddenly feeling very nervous myself,” he faked a long stretch and stood up, leaving you on the couch with a beating heart and a damp spot in your underwear.

“We don’t want to be late, do we? C’mon,”

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You were already standing backstage when Harry came out on the stage. He ran down the stair during the intro of as it was and you prayed to everything above that he wouldn’t fall down and injure his ankle or something. There were many things that could go wrong when it came to his prancing around on the stage.

He looked absolutely amazing. The stage lights hit his body only in flattering angles, making him look otherworldly. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him and were buzzing with excitement to get on the stage and finally be with him.

After so many years of not performing together, you were just mere minutes away from stepping on stage and singing with him, just like you loved to do when you were both teenagers.

The lights dimmed down and you could vaguely see Harry’s form retreat in the direction of his haphazardly thrown coat. You knew this was your cue and as the first tones of medicine started playing you stepped out on the stage and the glass-shattering sound of people’s excitement accompanied the first steps you took on the stage for the first time in years.

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I was thinking of also adding one of those Instagram post type of thingies to these chapters after I make them so look out for that, that will definitely come soon.

thanks for reading <3

[harryscherrypie]

600?

Hi guys, I would like to thank all of you for 600 followers. It means the absolute world to me to know all of you like my writing. I've been struggling with mental health lately so I haven't been writing, because I didn't have any motivation.

Lately, I've been playing with the concept of writing an ex-band member! reader series so if someone would like to read that, it would be appreciated if you sent in some ideas. So yeah, I've been a bit better and I am slowly trying to get back into writing and posting more regularly.

So again, thank you to everyone who stayed here and would still like to read something of mine, even after my absence.

I love all of you <333

-Cherry