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Um hello?! Need part two of woman badddd

hehehe!!!!! 😁😁😁😁😁😁 soon xx

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already loving the woman series🫠 I can't wait for the next part <33

🩷 I’m so glad I finally found the spark to work on it! 😂

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Omg I loved the intro of the women series, like gosh I’m literally her 😭 I get so nervous at work too lol. So excited for more!! Did you already plan how many parts this series is gonna have??💖

so glad you liked it!! it is mostly planned out but I haven’t divided everything into individual parts yet, so there’s no estimated number right now! 🩷 I’ll announce the number whenever I get it sorted out!

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hi, just wanted to say thank you for the positive response to the new series!! so far, everything is going well. I really appreciate the patience and love you always give me! 🩷

just a reminder, part one is the intro! The story will really “begin” with part two! ;) see you soon!!!

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woman: a new distraction

Iris makes a questionable first impression on her boss.

(part 1)

woman series

word count: 4.4k

warnings/tags: harry x fem, introductions, alcohol use

[a/n: hi, thank you for checking out my new series! I’ve went back and forth with this for weeks and I’m finally happy with the intro chapter. please be kind and gentle with me lol. remember, she has a name but won’t have any description!! the name is just a visual for me that helps me write better. also, this will be less intense than ivy, but enjoy it anyway! see you soon for more!]

The smell of cigarette smoke was thick in the air as she hurried through the break room to clock in for her shift. Someone was smoking a cigarette at the small table. She was sure that wasn’t allowed, but it wasn’t her place to correct it. She was just a minute shy of being late. As her fingers typed in the code, a figure appeared at her side. She sighed when her eyes moved over to see who it was. The manager she didn’t really have a fondness for was standing with her arms crossed and a cold expression slapped on her face.

Iris was only on her second week of her new job, and so far things hadn’t been going the best. Though she hadn’t been late yet, she had cut it close almost every day. The parking situation was horrible and she struggled to find an available spot, even when she would show up ten minutes early.

“Barely made it again, I see.” Melanie, the disapproving manager, was not pleased at all.

“I’m sorry. I was trying to find a spot in the-“

“I don’t care. You have a very important table in your section tonight.”

She furrowed her brows, unsure of the meaning of that. The patrons of this establishment were pretty much considered important every night. When a place caters to a higher social class, the employees are usually expected to treat them like royalty.

“The boss is here. His reserved table is number seventeen in your section. Do not screw up tonight, understand?” Melanie explained with a serious, stern look.

Iris swallowed hard. “I understand, yeah.”

“He’ll be here in an hour. You drop everything when you see him get seated.”

“Right, okay.” She nodded, taking a mental note of that.

While she had never met the boss in person or even communicated with him at all, she knew that he was a very serious person who did not toy with bad service. He was praised for how well his club operated. The standards were high to achieve at times, but the staff was well trained and good at handling things. She was told this when she was interviewed, and she assured the management team she would contribute to this success. So far, she’s had close calls with her clock in time, multiple spilled drinks, and a few literal run-ins with patrons and other employees. This was her last weekend to prove that she could get a grip and improve.

There was a heavy anxious feeling pooling in her stomach as she worked the first hour of her shift. All she could think about was the fact that the boss, a man who she feared despite never laying her eyes on him before, was going to be seated in her section tonight. What if she messed up his drink order? Would he fire her, since he was so callous and rude like she’s been told? Her hands were shaking from her uneasy nerves, but she tried to stay collected. The last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself tonight, whether it was with a regular customer or with the boss.

There was a bit of curiosity growing, too. She didn’t know much about him, but he was a very wealthy man who owned multiple businesses in the area. The club was just one of his many ventures. From what she was told, he does a wide variety of things that help him accumulate his money. He must be very intimidating.

The club was dimly lit, the majority of the lighting came from the dance floor. The bar was lit with neon signs and low hanging ceiling fixtures. The seating area, where she was stationed to work in the biggest section tonight, was opposite of the bar. Whenever she was walking around, she would glance here and there to try and uncover new details about the place. The back corner made her skin crawl. She knew the security guarded door led to a hallway of private rooms, but nobody had told her what happened in them. She was unsure of it, and she hoped she never found out.

The hour ticked by slowly, but she felt every single second of it. Her tables were being pretty decent with her tonight and treating her like a human instead of a servant. That didn’t make it any easier, though. The anticipation of the boss being in the same room as her was making her feel nauseous. She wasn't sure what to expect. Each time she walked past the table with the reserved sign sitting on it, her stomach would fall to her feet. It was a daunting feeling to know she would have to serve the man who owned the building she worked in.

This was her secondary job that would hopefully help her easily handle her bills every month. The decision to apply here came after she was told the pay was good and the tips were even better. If she could manage to do things right and keep this job, then maybe she could lift the financial worries off her shoulders.

Iris was resting against the opened kitchen door trying to suck in a few deep breaths when Melanie appeared out of nowhere, she was good at doing that.

“Get out on the floor!” She snapped her fingers in front of Iris’s face. “He just walked in!”

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she realized she was standing back here longer than she thought. All she could do was nod nervously before running off. She squeezed by a small group of people that were blocking her walkway. Her politeness was ignored, though. As she rushed over to the table, her breathing began to get worse. She could see the hostess and one of the bouncers standing by the table, talking to whoever was there. She gulped harshly, trying to compose herself before approaching the table.

The other employees walked away just as she got to the table. Her eyes moved over the people sitting around the circle, the leather bench now home to a group of strangers. She didn’t recognize anyone. She thought maybe she’d see someone who she’s waited on before, but she was disappointed by the new faces.

One face in particular was staring right at her, his brows set straight on his forehead and his lips in a line. When her gaze fell upon him, she felt her stomach seize up. Something about this man was intimidating and frightful. He had an aura radiating around him, a display of power that convinced her he was the boss.

“Close your mouth before you catch a bug.” He said with a baseline tone.

She licked her lips and sealed them. He glanced around the table, then back to her. The only thought going through her mind was that she had made a horrible first impression and he was going to fire her before the night was over. A lump formed in her throat as he sighed and finally spoke again.

“Bring me my usual bottles.”

Her stomach churned as his request filled her ears. She wasn’t quite sure what the usual was for him. She had never served him before, never even seen him in here. How was she supposed to know? Was she expected to just know that? Was it something she was told on the fist day and she just forgot? Her cheeks were flushing as her eyes darted around the table. She was searching the faces for an answer, but nobody seemed to care enough to tell her.

“Mr. Styles, welcome!” Melanie’s screeching voice sounded over her shoulder, making her flinch.

What scared her more was the confirmation of this man’s identity. This was the boss, and he definitely didn’t look vey pleased with her service. She opened her mouth to say something, but he spoke first.

“Did you hire someone who’s deaf?” His attention directed to Melanie.

She huffed and crossed her arms. “What have you done this time?”

“I-I haven’t.. haven’t done anything.” Iris choked out the words, her heart pounding behind her ribs.

“Have you forgotten how to take an order?”

“I-I don’t know.. what he.. he wants.” Her eyes were locked with Melanie’s.

“You have to ask him.” A deadpan look was given.

“Are you new?” His deep voice made her hands start to gently shake.

Iris turned her head towards him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckled to himself, waving Melanie off. “Go get our drinks.”

A huff flew from her mouth, but she did as she was told. Iris swallowed hard, trying to pull herself together. She was normally an anxious person, but right now she felt incapable of basic functions.

“Come back after our drinks are brought.”

“Yes, sir.”

She didn’t hesitate to walk away from the table. She knew she had to help Melanie or at least get some kind of scolding, so she searched for her until she saw her at the bar. She was waiting for the order after forcing it as a priority for the bar tender.

“Do me a favor and don’t screw up.” Melanie sighed out as Iris joined her.

“I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t know-“

“I don’t care. Just wait for the mixed drinks. The whiskey is for Mr. Styles.. the martini is for the man sitting across from him.”

Before she could question anything, the bartender met them with a tray of different brands of alcohol. She furrowed her brows at the variety. There’s no way she could remember that if she was told beforehand. Melanie took the tray and left her alone again.

This wasn’t her first waitressing job, but it was definitely one of the hardest jobs she’s ever had. No, it most certainly was the hardest. This place was not like anywhere else she’s been employed. The environment is more intense, the manager absolutely hates her, and the boss might not like her either. She was barely into her shift and tonight has already been so chaotic already.

The bartender handed her the two glasses and she mumbled a thank you, which wasn’t returned in any way. She was used to the rudeness of some of the coworkers and patrons. Not everyone was going to be nice to her all the time, she knew that, but sometimes they could at least pretend to be more cheerful. Iris made her way towards the table, passing Melanie on the way - who still had a displeased look plastered on her face. She took a deep breath and put on a bright smile as she made it to the boss’s table.

She sat the martini down in front of the man she was told to give it to, then she went to sit down the glass of whiskey. Somehow, the glass slipped out of her fingers and toppled over on the table, pouring its contents over the edge onto the white trousers covering the most important pair of legs in the building.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” She shrieked out, fear consuming her as she grabbed the stack of napkins off the table and began to wipe up the mess.

“Watch what the fuck you’re doing, bitch.”

Her head shot up as the words were coldly said to her.

“Shut the fuck up. She didn’t do it on purpose.” Mr. Styles raised his voice at the man next to him.

A sigh of relief slipped out of her mouth as she realized he wasn’t the person who said that to her. She dropped her head back down and kept wiping the napkins over the liquid. He held up his hand, insisting she stop. She froze, unsure of what to do. Was she supposed to listen to him or take care of the mess? If it were any other customer, she’d clean the mess up first. But it was her boss, that means she listens to him, right?

“Don’t worry about it.” He told her, lifting his brows as she hesitated to look at him.

“Would you like for me to get you another one?” She asked kindly, trying to hide her anxiousness, but it was obvious she was nervous.

He shook his head. “No, I’ll get it myself. Take everyone’s order.. I’ll put mine in myself.”

“Are you sure? I can get it, it’s no problem!” Iris chirped out, trying her best to make up for her mistake.

“I’m sure.”

When Mr. Styles stood up, she felt her entire body fill with butterflies. He was taller than she expected him to be, his broad shoulders carried a sense of power and confidence she had never been around before. She held her breath as he looked down at her for a few seconds, then excused himself from his group. He disappeared from her view.

“Try not to fuck up our food.” The same man that was rude to her just minutes ago spoke out.

She couldn’t muster up any words, just an understanding nod. Without any more waiting, she grabbed her pad from ehr apron and asked each person what they’d like from the menu. The entire time she was focused on Mr. Styles. She was sure that he was back there complaining to the manager about his service and this horrible employee. There’s no way she’d make it out of here with a job tonight. This was going to be her last time here.

Although the service was definitely not the best he’s ever gotten, he knew that the girl was probably just nervous. He didn’t have to assume it, though, he could see it all over her face and body. From the way her eyes darted around to the movement of her fingers that she most likely wasn't even aware of. He had no intention of being harsh on the girl. Sure, it wasn’t her first night on the job, but it was her first serving him. He imagined that she got some sort of lecture before her shift started about treating his table with the utmost importance.

He pushed the kitchen door open, his eyes scanning for the employee he wanted to speak to. He saw her talking to one of the other waitresses. When she looked up, he got her attention and gestured for her to follow him. She didn’t hesitate. Melanie followed him to the break room. He shut the door and folded his arms on his chest.

“Tell me about the new girl.”

“Which one?” She seemed clueless, which made him roll his eyes.

“My waitress.”

A worried look shot over her face. She pressed her hand to her forehead. “Oh, god. What did she do? She’s.. she’s not the brightest. She’s clumsy and forgetful and-“

“No, tell me about her. What’s her name?” He cut her off, not wanting to her her complaints.

“She didn’t tell you her name?” Melanie was sure the girl was brainless. What kind of server doesn’t introduce themselves?

“Just answer me.”

“Her name’s Iris. She’s been here for a few days. I don’t know if she’s going to make it past this weekend.” She looked down at her feet, already thinking of how she could let Iris down easily. She didn’t want to crush her dreams, but the reality was harsh. She was going to lose her job.

“Why?”

“She’s been late, she makes messes, she spills drinks, and she just can’t handle this place.” She explained, but her statement wasn’t enough to sway him.

He was used to people being nervous and anxious around him, especially on their first day or early on in their jobs. He runs many different companies and businesses. This was not his first rodeo. Melanie wasn’t around when she spilled the drink in his lap, but he knew telling her would just infuriate her more. He chose to keep it to himself.

“She’s nervous. Give her a break.”

“She shouldn't be that nervous.” Melanie kept her tone fixed to a normal one, the last thing she wanted to do was upset him.

“Don’t fire her.”

“Mr. Styles-“

He held his hand up to stop her from continuing. “If you fire her, I’ll fire you.”

The rest of the night was going somewhat smoothly. Iris had several tables but she made sure to prioritize the one her boss was seated at. He wasn’t there the entire night. Every now and then, she’d look over or come to the table to check on everyone and he’d be gone. She’s seen him walking near the bar, talking to other employees, and just looking around. She wondered what he was doing. Was he observing everyone’s work ethics? Was he watching for mistakes or mishandling of drinks or food? It made her nervous to know he was lurking around, but she remained focused on her tables and tried her best to ignore it.

She noted in her mind that he had been here for almost three hours but he hardly consumed any drinks. He ate some of his food. She wondered if he was not big on drinking and just liked to be around his group of friends. She had a lot of questions and curious thoughts about him that she was positive would never be answered.

“Iris.”

She jumped at the sound of her name being spoken by a deep voice. She turned around, her eyes wide as she saw him standing there. She wasn’t sure how he knew her name, because she hadn’t told him all night. It slipped her mind each time she returned to the table.

“Yes, sir?” She asked with a quiet voice.

“Why are you back here?” He lowered his brows, referring to the break room.

She gulped slowly while her eyes fell down to the floor. “Um, just taking a little break. Just one minute.”

“A break?” He lifted his brows slightly.

Her heart was thumping hard. She was caught slacking yet again. This time it wasn’t a spilled drink or an order she jotted down wrong, it was more serious. She was just caught by her boss taking an unwarranted break while on the clock. Whether it’s ten seconds or ten minutes, she shouldn’t have done it.

“I’m-I’m sorry. I.. I know I’m not.. not supposed to.” She stammered out, her words tripping over one another.

“Do you need a longer break?”

She shook her head, not sure if his tone was sarcastic or normal. “Um, no, sir. I’m sorry.”

“You can take a break if you need one.”

“Melanie said I can only have my hour break. It’s not time for it yet.”

A low laugh came from his throat. He shook his head in disbelief at this girl’s nervous state. She was fiddling with her own fingers as her eyes stared at the ground. It was almost like she was afraid to look at him.

“Melanie is not the person that pays you.” He spoke clearly so she’d understand. “You may take a break now.. if you need one.”

Although she could tell he was being serious with her, she didn’t want to accept the offer. She had to make a better impression. Without considering the benefits of a few minutes hiding from her job, she denied him.

“No, thank you, though. I’m okay.”

She lifted her head and took a deep breath. He watched her adjust her apron and fix the pen sticking out of the pocket. Iris pushed the stray piece of hair behind her ear and quietly excused herself. He moved aside and let her walk out of the room.

He followed her, staying a good bit behind, as she rushed back to her section. He was glad to see she was alright and nothing was wrong, or at least she was pretending nothing was wrong. His eyes stayed on her as she zoomed around to her tables. His group of friends and colleagues weren’t impressed by her service, and when he sat back down, they made sure to tell him.

“This waitress is a dumb ass.” The man next to him said.

Matthew was someone he’s known for years. They have invested in companies together and co-own a business, among other things. His opinions are always sharp and cold. He thinks he should be treated like a king because his bank account is full.

“She’s new.”

“She asked if I wanted another drink after sitting one down in front of me.” Matthew rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be rude to her.”

He scoffed back. “Since when do you care about the waitresses?”

“I care about the treatment of my employees and my business’s reputation. So shut the fuck up and leave the girl alone.”

For the remainder of his time there, he sipped his whiskey and let his eyes move with her whenever she was in his view. He wasn’t doing it to be creepy or invasive. He was simply curious about her behavior while working. He wanted to see if she was as nervous with other customers as she was with his table. It didn’t appear to be that way.

She keeps a bright smile on her face and is very attentive to her tables. She’s been doing a great job as far as he could tell.

But when she comes up to his table, her grin fades to a nervous look and her cheeks go red. Her eyes either stare directly at him and only him, or avoid him altogether. He decided not to give her a hard time, so he left the talking up to the others. Nobody was rude to her, per his demand, so he didn’t have to intervene.

As she walked up, her eyes landed on him and she forced a smile to cover her lips. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Just the bill.”

Her features dropped and she seemed to be a little confused. She reached up to toy with the pen in her pocket as she tried to muster up the courage to talk to him. Her mouth kept getting dry and her brain was losing the words she wanted to say.

“That’s all.” He said after a minute, watching her closely.

Iris took in a breath as her eyes glanced around the table. “They told me not to.. charge you.”

“Bring me the bill.”

“But-“ She was cut off by him.

“I’m the boss.” He spoke calmly, but his eyes held a stern look that made her insides turn and twist. “I said bring me the bill.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded quickly, then turned on her heel.

What was she supposed to tell Melanie? If she found out there was a charge to his table would she get mad? Iris was battling so many conflicting thoughts all at once, but she had to stay focused. He reminded her who was in charge and she had to remember that. If he said it, then that’s what she has to do.

Just as the printer spit out the bill, Melanie walked up to her. She wasn’t going to say anything at first, but she was afraid she would see the bill. So, Iris turned to face her and told her the truth.

“Um, Mr. Styles asked for a bill.”

Melanie’s face contorted. “What? No, you don’t charge him. He owns the place.”

“I told him you said not to charge him, but he demanded I bring it.” She replied, sighing as she looked down at the bill she was holding.

Melanie really didn’t know what to say or how to go about this, so she just went with it. There was obviously a reason he wanted the bill - if there wasn’t, he wouldn’t have asked for it.

“Well.. take it to him, then. I don’t know why he asked.”

Iris made her way back to the table and presented a smile as she handed him the bill. He didn’t even look at it as he took out his card and gave it back to her. She held her breath as she gripped the card tight under her thumb. She didn’t want to drop it or lose it on the way back to the computer.

There was nothing more terrifying than the thought of misplacing her boss’s card. She didn’t know the exact amount of money he had, but she knew it was a lot. It was way more than anything she ever imagined to see in her own bank account.

Returning to the table felt like a dream. It was most likely that he was about to leave and her stressful night would end. Her shift wasn’t over, but the most important part of it would be finished. Iris smiled yet again, this time it felt more genuine.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” He took the pen from her and clicked the button.

“You’re welcome.”

She didn’t watch as he signed the receipt and filled out the tip line. The people around him began getting up and making their way to the exit, but he remained there as he slid the card back into his wallet. Iris felt less nervous with just him sitting there. The eyes of the total strangers glaring at her and observing her every move were gone now.

“Have a nice night.” He said through an exhale as he gave her the receipt.

She looked down at his writing and felt her stomach drop. He was only a few feet away from her when she called out to him.

“Um, Mr. Styles!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. “What?”

She pushed down the lump in her throat. “I think you.. added an extra zero on.. on the tip.”

He smirked lightly and shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”

When she finally made it home that night, she got ready for bed and practically threw herself onto the mattress. She was exhausted and overwhelmed from the very stressful, long shift. There was always a heap of things circling the drain in her mind, she was an overthinking anxious girl after all, but tonight nothing was more prominent than him.

Something about the way his deep voice spoke firmly and how his eyes fixed on hers so easily just confused her. Why was she so worried about this? It was most likely because he was her boss. That first impression was not very good, but hopefully she redeemed herself or at least convinced him to give her a chance.

Iris didn’t get a lecture from her manager when the night ended, nor did she get a threat of losing her job. For some reason, Mr. Styles spared her. She wasn’t sure she believed it to be true, it seemed too good.

[a/n: like I said above, this is the intro! It’s not meant to be very long or detailed. I hope you enjoy the series!! things will obviously get better as we go! — not as slow of a burn as ivy was]

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the woman series starts TODAY!!! Scheduled to post at 11am (central time) Friday 8/22!!! Hope you like the intro!! Be nice lol. Love u all thank you for waiting patiently!!! 💙

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I am PLEASED to announce that the first part will be posted this week!!!! Stay tuned for more! 🩷 — if you haven’t joined the taglist or got your confirmation that I added you, please ask again! message me :)

woman

[a new short series coming soon]

tags/warnings: smut, sugar daddy h, fem oc, alcohol & substance use

::p l a y l i s t::

little freak - harry styles

acquainted - the weeknd

kiss me better - rihanna

shakes - luke hemmings

good for you - selena gomez

woman - harry styles

shivering gold - tove lo

fool’s gold - one direction

glitch - taylor swift

new angel - niall horan

close enough to feel you - luke hemmings

falling - harry styles

fetish - selena gomez

the abyss - The Weeknd

mistaken - tove lo

bed chem - sabrina carpenter

cherry - lana del rey

cowboy - selena gomez

sweat - zayn

i feel it coming - the weeknd

ceilings - lizzy mcalphine

nothing - niall horan

supernatural - ariana grande & troye sivan

[disclaimer: playlist may be updated at random times — this is my music taste & preferences, if you don’t like then you don’t have to listen!]

This series will have a female main character pov- she will have a name, but you are welcome to imagine her however you like. (she will have no description like hair, eyes, skin, weight, height, etc.) There will be a lot of mature content, be aware you might be exposed to triggering things. Please respect my creative process and do not send hateful messages (if you don’t like it, then stop reading!). This is a planned series, therefore no suggestions or opinions will change the plot — blurbs for the pairing will be an option to request once the series is finished!

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ivy: clean sheets

(blurb -> this is based on a request but I can’t find it.. maybe it was a comment? anyway, enjoy!)

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word count: 4.9k

warnings/tags: harry x fem oc, fluff, period accident

Harry’s snores filled his bedroom, the sound was enough to wake her up from her light sleep. Ivy wasn’t having the best night. She wasn’t able to fall asleep quickly or comfortably, but she wasn’t sure why. From the glow of the early morning sun and the colors of sunrise flashing through the blinds, she knew it was too early for her to be awake.

Her arm was laying over his stomach, her hand gently curved against his hip. The thought of getting up without him wasn’t appealing. Besides, she was at his place, not her own. Despite being familiar with the house and being comfortable in it, she didn’t want to lurk around without him. Maybe she just didn’t want to leave his side.

Ivy moved her hand to his abdomen, her fingers splaying out over his tanned skin. She always loved to feel the muscles beneath his flesh, feel his body move as he took in breaths. The little things were always the most special. She stayed silent and content for a few minutes, her eyes lazily opened as she stared at the blanket laying over their bodies. She was prepared to lay there until he woke up on his own. There was no need to ruin his Saturday by getting him up earlier than necessary. They had no plans for the night, other than to cuddle on the couch and cook some food together.

Everything seemed to be fine. The silence was actually helping her body relax and her mind drift off. For a moment, she dozed off. It didn’t last long, though. She felt a slight cramp in her thigh that made her wince and twitch her leg. When she moved it back, she realized that something was damp against her skin. She furrowed her brows and snuck her hand beneath the covers to touch the area of wet fabric. The moment the pads of her fingers touched her panties, she knew what had happened. Her eyes went wide as she snatched her hand out. If it wasn’t for Harry’s sake, she would have screamed at the sight of her red tinted skin.

“Oh, no.” She whispered to herself, carefully peeling the cover back.

Ivy’s heart started to race as she saw the red patch on the front of her underwear. She sat up, trying to avoid pressing the fabric onto the sheets, and climbed out of the bed. For a split second, she was fine with it. It was an accident that happened often and she knew she had her toiletries bag with her. But her peaceful world came crashing down as her eyes scanned over the bedsheets. Harry’s light colored bed sheets.

Her jaw fell slack as she saw the rather large red stain soaked into the bottom sheet. Her stomach fell, her heart nearly exploded.

“No, no, no, no, no.” She shook her head rapidly from side to side, trying to come up with a solution but nothing was going to work. Her words stayed soft.

There was no way she could get the sheet out from under him without waking him up. There was no way possible to get the stain out without making too much movement or noise. The question wasn’t how is she going to avoid him finding out, it was how long does she have before he finds out?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She muttered to herself as her fingers combed through her scalp.

A guilty feeling was bubbling in her stomach as she stared at the stain. She feared how he might react to it. What if he thought it was the grossest thing in the world? What if he got really upset that she ruined his sheets - the same ones he just put on the bed the night before? Her mind began to race through all the what ifs and the consequences. She was freaking out internally.

The only thing she could think to do was grab a clean pair of underwear from her bag and try to wash herself up before having to face Harry. Ivy dropped to her knees on his rug as she pulled open the zipper of her overnight bag. She started yanking stuff out and tossing it on the ground, searching for a pair of panties. There was no way she didn’t pack any. She made sure to have plenty of extras. If she slowed down, she would find them much easier, but she was losing her mind.

“Where are they!” Her voice was louder than she realized as she sorted through the pile of clothes now on the floor.

Everything was all jumbled up together. After a minute of frantically looking, she found an extra pair. She laid them to the side and started to throw her clothes back into the bag. Usually, her items are neatly organized and stacked properly, but right now she didn’t care about that.

Ivy grabbed the small bag she kept her toiletries in and began to search it. Everything was in there that was normally there - her deodorant, an extra toothbrush, her lotion, everything. Except a tampon or a pad. There wasn’t even a panty liner hiding in the bottom of the bag.

“What! No, no, no, no!” She started to lose her control.

As she stood up to grab her purse off of Harry’s desk, she was unaware that he had woken up from all the noise she was making. He rubbed his eyes with his fists before looking over towards her. He furrowed his brows as he saw her dumping the contents of her purse out on the rug. He noticed her bag was down there, too. WIthout saying anything, he turned on his side to reach for his phone. It was only a little past six in the morning. He was confused by her being awake so early and even more unsure about how she ended up in the floor.

She rummaged her hand through the items that spilled from her purse and sighed with relief as she found one single tampon. It wouldn’t be enough to get her through the day, but at least she had this for now. She could go buy some more later.

“Fuck.” She groaned, once again it came out much louder than she wanted it to be.

“Baby, what’s t’matter?” Harry’s groggy voice spoke from behind her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and closed her fist around the tampon. There would be no escaping this. He was going to see her ruined panties and eventually, if he hadn’t already, see what she did to his bed. The situation was making her feel stupid, like an unprepared child who had never done this before. She should’ve known this was going to happen. She had a subtle ache in her lower back all day yesterday. For as long as she could remember, she had never forgotten about her period. How could she dismiss it as being anything else when she was well aware of the dates?

The more she thought about it, the more it started to make sense. Last night, she was very greedy with Harry while they had dinner, and it was just the two of them. But when they got home, she didn’t let him leave the bedroom for over an hour. She got the most she’s ever gotten out of him last night. He could hardly keep up with her needs, but he still managed to make it wok. She had been extremely horny.. and now it made sense why.

“Ivy?” Harry called her name after waiting a minute for her to respond.

She didn’t say anything, just chose to quietly clean up the mess from her purse. She dropped the loose coins back into the bottom and stuck her lip balm in its small pouch. Everything was put back in its place. Harry was getting worried over her behavior. He sat up on the bed and quickly got to his feet. She could hear him walking behind her, but there was nothing she could do. If she could disappear into thin air, she’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Hey, what’s going on, babe?” Harry reached down to touch her shoulder, not expecting her to shrug him off immediately. “Ivy.”

“It’s nothing. Just.. leave me alone.” She bolted her eyes even tighter.

If there was one thing she hated, it was being mean to him in any way. She didn't like it when he did that to her, and it wasn't fair for her to do it to him. Harry wasn’t going to let her get away with that response, though. He carefully touched the back of her head, and this time she didn’t make an effort to move away from him.

“Did something happen?”

Her bottom lip was quivering uncontrollably. She was trying so hard not to think about the stain on the sheet, but it was going to be hard to avoid it. Impossible, even. He was going to see the blood and have a fit over it, she just knew it. Harry wasn’t sure if he should get on the floor with her or try to help her up. He knew there was nothing wrong with her feet or legs because he witnessed her walking from the desk just minutes ago.

“Ivy, please.”

“It’s nothing, Harry.” She struggled to get the words out without breaking into tears.

“It must be something, baby.” He sighed back, staying patient with her. “It’s early.. why are you up, hm?”

She shook her head, opting to keep the tampon hidden in her hand. She didn’t even think about the clean panties as she threw the smaller bag into her big one and brought herself to her feet. Harry kept his eyes on her face, watching closely to catch any expressions. He was still unsure of everything. Something was bothering her, that was all he knew.

“Hey, talk to me.” He reached for her elbow, and it just so happened to be the side where she was clutching the tampon.

“It’s nothing.” She repeated, avoiding his eyes.

“Ivy, c’mon, baby.” He tried again to touch her, but she stepped backwards. “Did I do something?”

The embarrassment burning in her gut was threatening to set her entire body on flames. She wanted to throw up, run and hide, cry her eyes out, scream at herself - she wanted to do everything but tell Harry what happened. She stared down at his feet for a moment, remembering how comfortable she was in the bed with him not that long ago. The feeling of his warm body pressed into hers was enough to melt her heart. She had ruined that.

She lifted her head, her heart hoping she would tell him the truth. But when her eyes landed on his, and she saw how worried he was, she chickened out and let her brain take over. Without thinking twice, she made a decision.

“Move, please.” She chirped out as she suddenly darted past him.

He stood frozen for a second, confused by her actions. He turned in time to see her hastily climb on the bed and use her hands to press down on a spot on the mattress.

“Please get out, Harry. I.. I’ll fix it.”

“Ivy, what are you talking about?” He gently threw his hands up, he was oblivious to whatever was worrying her.

“Harry, please.”

Her begging wasn’t going to convince him to listen to her. He had to know what was going on, what was truly happening that was bothering her so much. He had never seen her act this odd before. It was almost like she was a stranger he caught in his room.

“No, Ivy. What’s going on?” He closed the distance they shared and made the choice to be a bit more forceful with her.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll have it gone!” She tried to plea with him, her eyes wide and full of tears.

“Baby.” He grabbed her forearm and pulled her hand back.

Before he could see anything, she slammed her other one over the stain. She failed to remember she had been gripping the tampon with that fist. It flew across the mattress, landing near the other side’s edge. Harry looked at it for a moment, then let out a gentle sigh. It was making sense to him now. She had been frantically searching through her things and acting very panicky. She must have had an accident. He shifted his eyes down to her crotch. She knew there would be no hiding that, so she didn’t even bother. He saw the red stained fabric peeking out from beneath her pajama shirt. The light pink panties she put on before bed were now messed up.

“Ivy.” He mumbled her name softly as his eyes found hers again.

This time, the tears were spilling down her cheeks and she looked heartbroken. There was nothing he could do to change this, to reverse it and make it preventable. But the least he could do was make sure she knew it wasn't a problem.

“Baby, hey, don’t get upset.” He sat on the bed, his hands reaching for her body.

He was relieved when she didn’t pull away, but it crushed his heart when she fell against him, her hands covering her face in shame. He looked down at the bed where she had been covering something up. Since he understood what was going on, he wasn't surprised to see a stain soaked into the fabric. It wasn’t that big. She was able to cover it with the palm of her hand. Of course, he realized that it must be embarrassing for her and he would never be able to understand how she felt.

“I’m so sorry!” She cried out, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.

“Ivy, you don’t have to say that.” Harry wrapped his arms around her body and held her close, keeping a tight grip so she could slip away. “It’s okay, baby. It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes, it is!” She whined back. “It’s nasty.”

“It was an accident, darling. And it’s not nasty. You can’t help it.” He tried his best to calm her down by rubbing circles into her back, but it didn’t seem to help.

“Harry, please, don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, Ivy.” He had to get her attention, so he leaned back to get a better look at her. She tried to hide her face, but he took hold of her jaw and kept her head still. “There’s no need to cry about this, okay? Everything is okay.”

“It’s not, though.” She shook her head. “I messed up the sheets.”

“And they can be washed.” He put his lips on her forehead, placing a few soft kisses on her flushed skin. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She sniffled, trying to stop herself from crying but it was hard. She was extra emotional and it was difficult to contain her feelings. The fact that he had to see her panties and the sheet just made her feel so bad. It was embarrassing.

“I.. I’ll clean it up.” She said, wiping her hand over her nose to rid it of snot.

Harry sighed. “I’ll clean it up.”

“No.” Ivy grabbed his forearm and sunk her nails into his skin. “No, Harry.”

“I’ll throw the sheet in the wash. No worries.”

“No, that’s nasty. Harry, I can’t let you do that.”

He gave her a gentle smile. “It’s not nasty.”

The last thing he wanted was for her to believe anything her body did naturally was nasty. There was nothing she could do to stop her period from coming when it was time for it to come. There’s nothing wrong with having an accident. Fabric can be cleaned. She wasn’t on board with his suggestion, but he wasn't going to give her a choice.

“How about you go take a shower or do whatever you need to do to clean up?” He insisted, dropping his hand to her hip.

She wasn’t comfortable with it being so close to the stain, but she was too afraid to move his touch. “I.. I guess.”

“Do you want me to wash these, too?” He said, toying with the waistband of her panties.

She slowly nodded, her eyes tearing away from his. She felt like a helpless child. Her boyfriend shouldn’t be offering to wash her soiled underwear. She should’ve paid more attention to the dates and to the signs her body was giving her.

“Yeah.” She uttered the word quietly.

“Take them off.. I’ll get the sheet. Go ‘head and go to the bathroom. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“I’m really sorry.” She lifted her eyes, they were no longer actively pouring tears but they wer glossed over and red. “I didn’t mean to.”

Harry gave her a look, then shook his head lightly at her. “Baby, I know you didn’t mean to. Don’t feel bad, okay? It’s fine.”

She didn’t speak, just nodded lightly and decided to listen to what he had suggested. They both got off the bed and she watched in horror as he stripped the mattress. He didn’t notice any stains on the comforter, so he left it on the floor. The moment he balled up the sheet, her stomach twisted into a mess. Without saying anything or even thinking anything, she slipped the panties off her legs and handed them over to him.

“The towel you like is on the bottom shelf.” He told her, displaying a sweet smile in hopes of lifting her spirits.

Harry disappeared out of his room, heading downstairs to the laundry room. Going into the bathroom was not something she was proud of. Her chest was tight, her legs numb, and her head pounding from the tears. Everything was so intense. She dropped the clean tee onto the counter and searched in the closet for the towel she preferred to use. It was a softer material than the others and she liked the way it felt. All she could think about was Harry touching the sheet she ruined. It was making her insides seize up.

“Just take a shower.” She muttered to herself, glancing at her face in the mirror. She was ashamed of the tear stains and her swollen lips. “He’s not mad.”

Harry made it back up the stairs in time to hear the shower cut on. He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a long few seconds, just making sure she was alright. When he didn’t hear anything, he went back to his room to wait on her. In the shower, Ivy was rinsing her body off and applying a generous amount of soap to clean up. She pulled her hair up before getting in so it wouldn’t get wet. Despite knowing the mess was gone, she still felt dirty. It was an unusual feeling for her. Normally, she just handled her period like it was no big deal and never had any negative thoughts about it. Today was different. She felt gross, like her skin was forever tainted.

“He’s not mad at me.” She sighed out, trying to convince herself of the truth. “He’s not.. mad.”

Even though she knew it was true, her mind was telling her otherwise. He must be so annoyed by the mess. He just changed his sheets, now he has to wash more and change them again. That must be so irritating. What if he wanted her to go home? They couldn’t do anything intimate anymore, so why waste time? Her mind was playing diabolical tricks on her, and it caused tears to return.

She tried to hold her breath to keep from sobbing loud. If she just hurried up and finished the shower, she could come up with some excuse to leave. He wouldn’t want to be around her while she was like this anyway, right? Her hands were slick as she grabbed the bottle of body wash, still unconvinced that she was cleaned off. It slid from her palm and landed on the shower floor, the sound echoing in the bathroom. She huffed, reaching down to get it.

From his room, Harry heard the loud noise and furrowed his brows. At first, he figured she dropped something, but the second thought he had instantly worried him. What if she slipped and fell? He rushed to the door, grabbing the knob in hopes that it wasn’t locked. Thankfully, she didn’t turn the lock. He knocked a few times with his knuckles, then pushed the door open enough to peep inside.

“Ivy, are you alright?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice. She was so lost in her head that she didn’t even hear him knock.

“Just dropped something.” She mustered up her strength to speak through the tears, at least she was praying it wasn’t noticeable.

Harry could tell she wasn’t okay. Was it just residual effects from earlier, or had she been crying again? He swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped inside the bathroom.

“Baby, are you.. are you crying?”

“N-no.” She stammered nervously. If it wasn’t obvious before, it definitely was now.

“There’s no reason to be upset, alright? M’not mad.” Harry wanted to pull her from behind the curtain and wrap his arms around her, but he stood still.

“I-I know.”

“We’ll talk when you get out, okay?” He offered, figuring she wanted her alone time.

She pouted to herself. “We don’t have to.”

“But we are going to. Take your time, babe.” Harry left the bathroom with a soft sigh, worried about her.

What if he was unable to assure her everything was fine? He didn’t want her to be so upset that she wanted to go home - and as of now, he didn’t know that was her plan. It was an embarrassing situation, but it was nothing to be so sad about. He just wanted her to feel better and know it’s perfectly normal and okay to have accidents. He paced in his room for a few minutes, contemplating what he could do or say to help the situation. When he looked at the bed and the clean sheets he just put on, he felt a pinch in his heart. She was probably so upset when she woke up, and all he was doing was laying there asleep when he should’ve been up with her. Why didn’t she wake him up first? Was she just really embarrassed? It was making him stress.

Ivy didn’t spend too much longer in the shower. She cut off the water and let her body drip off before she wrapped the towel around herself. A huff flew past her lips when she lifted the t-shirt and saw that there were no panties on the counter. Great, first she ruined her clothes and the bed and had to suffer through Harry finding out - now, she has to ask him for help. She opened the door enough to stick her head out.

“Ha-Harry?”

Her voice easily caught his attention. He walked out of his room and smiled as he saw her pretty eyes gazing towards him.

“Yes?”

She sighed, letting her eyes fall to the floor. “I forgot.. my panties.. and the tampon.”

“I’ll grab them, love.”

He didn’t make a big deal out of it. He knew it was better to treat it all like a normal situation - because it was normal after all - and just go with the flow. He found the panties she had pulled out and grabbed the tampon he sat on the nightstand before changing the bedding. When he returned to the bathroom door, she stuck her hand out and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’.

He left her alone again, opting to wait on his desk chair for her to return. He yawned while pulling out his current journal. He wasn’t used to being up this early on a Saturday. There was no intention of working on anything for long, but he was trying to occupy his mind.

After a few minutes, Ivy came into his room. She saw him at the desk, but didn’t say anything. The sound of her grabbing her bag caught his ear.

“Feel better?”

She gulped quietly and nodded. “Yeah. I, um, think I’m gonna go home.”

Harry jumped up. “What? No. I don’t want you to go home.”

“I know, but.. I just think I need to.”

He sighed, shaking his head as she glanced at him. “Baby, what happened is no big deal, okay?”

“It is to me.” Her voice came out in a whine.

“You don’t have to go home because of it, though.” Harry took hold old her waist and pulled her close. “Don’t go, please.”

“Harry, I.. I need to.” Her eyes were stuck on his chest, she was too ashamed to look at his face.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Please.”

“I wanna go home.” She whispered quietly, her voice so fragile.

“C’mom, just calm down. Everything is fine. Let’s lay down and cuddle, yeah?”

Ivy grunted as he tried to kiss her, this time on her lips. “No. My stomach hurts, I.. I want to go.”

“I can rub your tummy, babe. Y’know I don’t mind that.”

With each word he spoke, her heart sank more and more. He was begging her. The desperation in his eyes was making the guilt even worse. He was obviously upset over the situation - not over what actually happened, but over her decision to go.

“Harry.”

“Ivy.” He was more stern this time. “Everything is fine.”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyes admiring the structure of his neck. It was still too daunting to meet his gaze. Harry knew he had to be gentle with her, while trying to get his point across. Her mind is boggled with a lot of emotions right now. She’s not thinking clearly.

He took a deep breath as his hand carefully pressed against her jaw. “I’m sure it’s embarrassing, baby, and that’s okay. But it’s not an issue. I’m not mad.. and I don’t want you to run off.”

She didn’t put up a fight as he angled her head back. Finally, their eyes met. Just as he expected, the tears formed immediately.

“C’mon, don’t cry again, baby.” He whispered carefully.

Her head shook a few times as she lost control over her emotions. “It’s.. it’s hard not to.”

His heart was shattered for her. She was so embarrassed and upset, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

“I know, darling, I know.” Harry put his arms around her body, pulling her into his warm embrace. “M’right here.”

For a few minutes, he remained silent as she cried into his chest. He held her as tight as he could, gently rocking from side to side to soothe her. Ivy was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions, but it finally seemed like everything was settling down. Her heart was slowing to a normal pace, her lungs were taking in full breaths.

“Can you rub my tummy?” She muttered the words out, afraid that he’d say no despite knowing he’d never do that.

He let her go, his hands grabbing her waist. “Of course, baby.”

He took her hand and guided her to his bed. The guilt she felt about ruining the sheets was subtle now, but it hasn’t completely disappeared. She climbed on the bed and waited for him to join her.

“You’re the best at this.” She said softly as he placed his hand over the lower part of her stomach.

“Well, I have to take care of my girl.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Now, relax.”

Ivy tried to close her eyes and let her mind wander off, but it was too hard. She sighed softly as her eyes peeled open.

“Harry.. I really am sorry.”

He pushed himself up on his elbow, his head leaning down. “I know you are, baby, but it’s okay. I’m not mad.” He placed a kiss on her lips, making her smile.

“I know.. you're being very sweet about it. Thank you.”

He gave her a gentle shake of his head. “You don’t need to thank me. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Ivy pursed her lips for another kiss and he gladly gave her one.

“I dunno about that.”

Harry laid back on his side next to her, his hand never leaving her stomach. He kept rubbing in slow circles, applying pressure on the spots he knew hurt the most. Ivy was able to relax her body and her mind for a while and just appreciate the feeling. The comfort of his skin on hers was enough to make her heart melt.

As he did the task, he thought about how afraid and worried she looked earlier. He had never seen her so anxious before. It was worrying him. What if he couldn’t get her to calm down if it happened again? What if she lost all control and had some sort of anxiety attack? Would he be able to help her?

He took a deep breath and slowed his hand to a stop, but he didn’t move it. “Hey, promise me you won’t get upset if this happens again.”

Ivy nodded, her voice quiet. “I’ll try not to.”

“I just don’t want you to feel bad about it, alright?”

Harry was about to start moving his hand again when she suddenly grabbed his wrist and pushed him off her stomach. He furrowed his brows, not sure what she was doing. Ivy turned onto her side to face him, her hand reaching up to touch his neck.

“I said I’ll try.” She smiled.

He put his lips on her forehead. “You’re my perfect little princess.. you can’t do anything wrong.”

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[narrycherries]

So excited for the Ivy blurb!

I’m excited to be back!! 🩷

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working on the edit for a fluffy ivy blurb - I love this one so much and I think you’ll like it too!! 😁🩷 see you sometime this week!!

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I’ll be working on the woman series his weekend and preparing an announcement post for another series.. :) see u soon 🫶🏻

I’ve been hyper fixated on some projects for a family member’s birthday gift so I’ve neglected writing the past week.. I’ll be more focused soon! 😂❤️

[narrycherries]

I’ve been hyper fixated on some projects for a family member’s birthday gift so I’ve neglected writing the past week.. I’ll be more focused soon! 😂❤️

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lately, I haven’t felt inspired to write the woman series. it’s just not what I want to sit down and work on right now.. I will chip away at it and post the first update when it’s ready, but until then I may continue on with another new series. sorry if you’ve been waiting for it, I just can’t focus on it right now. 🫶🏻💞

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ivy: please yourself like you mean it

(blurb // based on this -> request) (can be read as a stand alone blurb)

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word count: 4.6k

warnings/tags: harry x fem oc, smut, use of sex toys, mutual masturbation, oral f receiving

[a/n: I decided to do this one now bc of the pleasing toy being released, it’s not inspired by the release this is a request from months ago, and one I had planned already - just a good time to take advantage of the trend lol enjoy (but obvs I titled it after the drop) xx]

“Ivy?” Harry called her name out as he pulled his copied key out of the door.

“I’m right here.” She appeared in the hallway entrance, her smile wide as she saw him.

They were unable to see each other all week due to work schedules and a bit of sickness Ivy dealt with. Harry wanted to be there for her and take care of her, but she didn’t want him to catch it. To say the least, they missed each other. She rushed over to him, her arms out waiting for his embrace. He chuckled as she practically jumped into his arms.

“Mm, missed you.” He uttered out, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck.

She let out a soft laugh and ran her hand through his hair. “I missed you, too.”

As her arms fell, he sighed. He wanted to hold her tighter, for a longer amount of time, but she clearly didn’t want that. She gestured for him to follow her, so he did without any hesitation.

“I’m doing laundry right now. Putting my clothes away.” She explained as she walked into her room, he was hot on her heels.

“Do you need my help?”

She grabbed the last stack of folded clothes of the end of her bed and flashed him a cute smile. “No, thank you, though.”

Harry winked, amused by her giggle. She walked over to her dresser to organized the clothes into their respective drawers. He tossed his bag on her bed and unzipped it. Usually, he would unpack a few things when he first arrived for a weekend stay. He was glad that they agreed to being at her place this time, he quite enjoyed the comfort level of her bed. Ivy was humming to herself as she put her things away, not paying him any attention. He laid out the shirt he planned to wear for their date tonight, knowing she’d want him to hang it up to prevent any wrinkles. He didn’t care what it looked like, but she liked for him to look neat and tidy sometimes.

He noticed a smaller stack of clothes on the bed and instantly recognized the folded fabric on the top of the pile as one of his shirts. “Are these all mine?”

She looked over her shoulder for a moment. “Yes. But.. I was going to ask you something about them.”

He furrowed his brows, turning to face her. She shut the top drawer and walked over to him. When she reached for his hand, he pulled her into his body and slipped his other arm around her waist. She gave him a playful eye roll.

“What about them?” He was curious.

“It’s a bunch of clothes you’ve slept in and left here. I.. I was wondering if..” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell down to his chest. She pressed her hand over the pendant of his necklace before toying with it. A deep breath slipped past her lips.

“Wondering what?” He squeezed her waist to get her attention.

She shrugged lightly. “Just if you wanted to leave them here.. since you’re here a lot anyway.”

His lips shaped to a smile. “Yeah, if you don’t mind it. You have clothes at my place.”

Her eyes flicked back to his. “I know.. kinda makes sense if we have some here and there, just in case.”

“Just in case.” He repeated her words in a mumble, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt.

She could easily sense that he was feeling a certain type of way, but now was not the time to entertain that. She had chores to finish and their date tonight would most likely end with them tangled together anyway. He can be patient.

Ivy reached for his wrist and gently pulled his hand down. “I’ll put them in the bottom drawer.”

He didn’t like the stern look on her face, but he knew she wasn’t playing around. “Alright.”

She moved away from him to grab the stack of clothes. Watching her walk away was tough, but it made his stomach knot up tight. She always made it worth the wait. Ivy started to put the clothes away, so he busied himself with going through his things. He was looking for his phone charger when he uncovered something tucked away at the bottom.

“Oh, I bought these to leave over here.” Harry said with a chuckle as he grabbed the new box of condoms from his bag.

Ivy felt her cheeks turn red as she glanced over at him. Even though their relationship wasn’t new, she still got flustered over things like that. If sex was mentioned in some way while they weren’t actively doing it, then she would get incredibly shy and awkward. It always made Harry smile, he thought it was precious.

“You can put them in the nightstand drawer.” She told him.

He grabbed the knob of the bottom drawer and pulled it open.

“No!” She shrieked suddenly, remembering what was hiding in that particular drawer.

Harry immediately let a smirk cover his mouth as he saw an interesting item tucked in the back of the drawer. Her heart began to race as she rushed over to him and snatched the box of condoms out of his hand. She dropped it in the drawer and pushed it shut.

“Don’t say anything.” She sighed out, avoiding his gaze as she turned around to walk past him.

At first, he wanted to tease her, but he chose not to. He didn’t want her to feel embarrassed or upset over it. She wanted to disappear. Her stomach was churning and her heart was pounding. It wasn’t a surprise to him that she had one, she told him about it before they ever had sex. He just didn’t expect to see it there. Ivy left her room without saying anything to him.

Despite knowing she didn’t want to discuss it, the thought was eating his mind alive. He wanted to ask her about it all day. She cleaned the kitchen and living room, him helping when she would allow it. Every time he looked at her, he thought about asking her. Even when they snuggled on the couch before getting ready for their date, he kept thinking about it. Ivy made it clear she didn’t want to entertain the conversation, but Harry was dying to know more details.

He wanted to know how powerful it was. He wondered how often she used it now that they’re actually having sex. Did that make a difference? Did she use it a lot before, did she use it even more now on nights when he wasn’t with her? How did she use it? It looked like a versatile item, insertable and stimulating. He wondered how long it took for it to bring her to orgasm. Did she like it? Was it too overstimulating? She was a sensitive girl, afterall.

Did the vibration on her clit get her off or did she need to insert it to feel more intensity? Was she putting in while using her fingers to rub herself? The curiosity was eating him alive from the inside out. All day, the thoughts haunted him. Just ask her.. Make her blush and get all shy and cute.. Encourage her to tell stories about it..

He didn’t end up asking anything. He respected her wishes too much. If she wanted to talk about it, then she’d mention it. She was comfortable talking to him about things in private, it wasn’t like they never discussed intimate things. Perhaps she would say something later on once they were undressed and under her covers. Maybe she wouldn’t say a word.

Their date consisted of dinner and a late movie showing they decided on at the last minute. It was a great night filled with a lot of laughter, talking, and sneaking kisses while in the theater. Ivy is always a bit shy about that sort of thing, so Harry has to coax her into it. When they arrived home, she couldn’t stop giggling as he grabbed her from behind and locked his arms around her. He rocked her slowly from side to side, mumbling in her ear about how much he loved her. She was blushing, of course, and trying to convince him to at least make it to her room before trying to pull off her dress.

“Help me, please.” She said sweetly as she sat down on the side of the bed, her foot sticking out.

He grabbed her ankle and lowered himself to his knees. “Yes, princess.”

Ivy smiled while he undid the buckle of her strap and slid the heel off her foot. He sat it down and did the other one just as gently. He was always careful with her shoes and her feet - she was a bit ticklish and didn’t like to be touched there. Even though he thought it was cute when she’d squeal or laugh from the feeling, he made sure to be careful and avoid it.

“Thank you.” She gave him the cutest smile she could.

“You’re very welcome, love.”

“Need help with my dress next.. if that’s okay.” She stood up and rotated away from him.

“Hm, that’s funny.. I don’t recall you needing my help to put it on.” Harry said with a smirk as he swept her hair over her shoulder and grabbed the zipper on the back of the dress.

“It was easy to put on.. now I’m just so tired.” She played along, holding in her laugh as her cheeks flushed.

“Whatever you say, darling.”

He helped her shimmy out of the dress and kick it aside. Her dark red bra matched her panties, and it was a sight to behold. Normally, she didn’t care about matching her undergarments - especially when he would just tear them off at the end of the night anyway. But it was a nice surprise to find, and he was going to appreciate it. Before she could turn around, he lowered himself to his knees behind her and gently pressed his lips to the back of her thigh.

“Being sweet to me, hm?” She asked softly, her hand reaching back to touch the side of his head.

“I try my best.”

Harry’s mouth started a trail up the back of her leg until he reached the fabric of her underwear pressed tight against her butt. He grunted quietly as he pressed his face into her cheek. Ivy was used to the worship. Sometimes, he would do this for half an hour - just kiss her all over, touch her in every spot, love every piece of her. It made her heart melt and her stomach fill with the largest butterflies. It was special.

“Harry.. I need you.” She used her sweetest voice as she carefully turned to face him.

He was on his knees, his head fallen back as his eyes gazed up at her. “Patience, baby.”

She shook her head while her fingers combed through his scalp. “I’m needy, y’know that.”

He smirked, lifting a brow at her. “You’re horny, more like.”

Before she could request or demand anything, he started to kiss the front of her legs. He switched from thigh to thigh to make sure she got equal attention. Her skin was so smooth and soft, he could tell she shaved her legs today and applied her favorite lotion. He wondered why she cared so much to freshen up before he got there, but he didn’t complain. She always smelled so good and looked so perfect - shaved legs or not.

Ivy moaned quietly as his lips peppered kisses close to her crotch. She wanted him between her legs, wanted his tongue deep inside of her and lapping around her clit. Her fingers scratched the top of his head as she tried to guide him closer to her center. He chuckled against her skin, sending vibrations down her leg. He got an idea and decided to go along with it. He gently nudged her knees apart, separating her legs just enough for him to get access. She bit the inside of her cheek as he reached up to pull her panties to the side. His balls started to swell as he saw her pussy. It felt like ages since the last time he got to taste her.

Her head fell back as he stuck his tongue out and licked through her folds. He had never done it this way before, but she was enjoying it. He moved his tongue through a few more times before circling the tip around her clit. The moment he started to suck on her nub, she felt her stomach bubble and a gasp left her mouth. She wanted to watch him, so her eyes made their way down to him.

He was consuming her like he was starving. It was hard to keep focused on what was happening because the feelings were so intense. Her mind was going dizzy as she felt each swipe of his tongue and the hollowing of his cheeks, sucking her clit into his mouth. Moans and swears filled the air as he performed the sweetest torture on her body. Her sensitivity was just as high as ever, it wouldn’t be long before she was spilling out. He was incredibly good at this and she never wanted that hunger he had to be satisfied - she never wanted him to stop.

But he did, as she came on his face with a hard orgasm rolling through her body. His chin was wet, his lips stained with her release. He licked her clean, then wiped his hand across his mouth to rid his skin of the mess. She let go of his hair and tried her best to catch her breath.

Harry grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her ankles before standing to his feet. He reached behind her to get rid of her bra next. Ivy was so lost in the bliss that she just stood there and watched as he ripped his shirt over his head and got rid of his pants. His cock was standing hard and proud as he freed it. She wanted to reach for it, but her legs felt numb. Instead, she grabbed his waist and let her eyes meet his.

He gave her a smile, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Lay down f’me.”

“Mm, thank you.” She said quietly, grabbing his jaw to kiss him again.

“Taste your pussy in my mouth, baby?” He asked with a smirk covering his swollen lips.

She felt her face heat up at his filthy words, but she didn’t say anything. He gestured for her to lay down, so she got on the bed and let her head hit the pillow. She waited patiently as he opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand to grab the box of condoms. Of course, he saw the same item he discovered earlier in the day, but he tried not to make it obvious. She was too far gone to notice anyway, the recovery from the orgasm was long. He ripped open the box and took out a condom. He tossed it down beside her, then climbed over her.

Ivy was excited to see him above her, so her legs parted and her hands reached up for his neck. But when he shook his head and quickly kissed her forehead before falling on his side next to her, she pouted.

“Harry, please.” She whined softly, reaching for whatever part of him she could grab.

He smirked as he leaned on his elbow next to her. “I need you to tell me something.”

She knew his little games well, so she expected to hear a usual tactic. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted. He had to hear her be clear and filthy with her request. Well, she assumed that anyway.

“Please, want you to fuck me.” Ivy batted her long lashes and pouted her lips out.

Harry’s cock twitched at her words, but he chuckled instead of giving her what she wanted. He moved his hand to her stomach and gently splayed his fingers over her skin.

“Tell me about the toy.”

“Harry.” She sighed, her lips turning to a frown.

“I just want to know how you use it.. when you use it.. how good it makes you feel.” He lowered his voice and moved his mouth close to her jaw. His breath was hot against her skin. “Please, kitten.”

Whenever he used that name on her, she folded easily. Something about it was so personal and intimate, she had to cave for him. She sighed softly, her eyes closing as she thought about what to say. He kissed her skin, his lips lingering in the same spot for a few long seconds.

“I.. I use it sometimes.”

“Do you like using it when I’m not here?”

She felt her stomach drop. The confidence she had when they entered the bedroom had disappeared. She was now just a nervous, anxious mess. Harry waited patiently for her to answer, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her skin.

“Yeah.. use it when I miss you.”

“Hmm..” He lifted his brows lightly, his eyes moving to stare at her. “Tell me how you use it.”

She swallowed the lump that formed quickly in her throat and gave him a gentle nod. “Sometimes just.. just use it on my clit, the end of it. Sometimes I.. put it in.”

Harry wanted to grab a hold of his cock as the words left her mouth, but he refrained. He shifted his hand lower on her stomach, with no intention of touching her where she wanted it just yet.

“Do you rub your clit when you put it in?”

Ivy felt her entire body light with flames. She was looking into his lustful eyes, he was listening closely and waiting for her answer.

“Yeah. It helps me.. cum faster.”

Harry smirked, the dimple in his cheek deepening. “Can you show me how you use it?”

Her brows knitted together. “What?”

“I want to see you use it, kitten. F’me, please.” He licked his lips as he thought about the possibility.

He wasn't sure if she would agree to it or not. Although she was very open to trying new things with him, she was still a bit reserved. The thought of her doing it was enough to make his balls bust, but he had to remind himself that she might not want to. He would be okay with that decision, he’d just fuck her like she wanted him to.

“Harry, I.. I dunno.” Her voice was fragile.

Despite his excitement, he understood why she might be unsure about it. He gave her a nod and kissed her forehead, not wanting her to think he was upset by her decision.

“Maybe another time, then.” He insisted, his lips finding hers.

She squeezed her eyes tight as his tongue exploded her mouth. His hand slid down between her legs and he started to rub over her clit. His cock was pressed against her body, and all she could think about was how much he’d probably like watching her use the toy. If it made him happy, then she’d love to do it. After a minute of kissing him, she pulled away from his mouth and let out a huff. He thought she was upset, so he froze his fingers over her clit and gave her a worried look.

Without saying anything, she swiftly turned over and pulled out the bottom drawer. Harry’s confused expression turned to a more devious one as he realized she was grabbing the toy. When she laid back, she brought it into his view. He looked at the purple silicon, wondering what she was going to show him.

“Only if you want to, baby.” He said in a whisper, reminding her that she was in control - the decision would always be hers to make.

“I want to.”

Ivy was used to using the toy with her right hand, which happened to be the arm next to him. He didn’t mind, though. He just wanted to witness it. She lowered the toy between her legs, which she then spread open. It had been a couple of weeks since she used the toy, so she was slightly nervous about the intense feeling. With a deep breath, she pressed the button and the toy buzzed to life in her hand. It rattled her clit, making her legs shudder and a small moan come from her mouth.

Harry slid his arm under his neck and adjusted his position next to her. His hand wrapped around his cock and he started to slowly stroke himself. Ivy couldn't resist watching him please himself. It was something she only saw him do in short sessions before he pushed inside of her - she had never seen him do it in this manner.

“So pretty when you play with your pussy, baby.” He told her as he squeezed his head.

She smiled, glad that he was enjoying it even though she was struggling to get used to having eyes on her during this personal act. It was just Harry, though. If she wanted anyone to see, it was definitely him. She kept the bulbous end of the toy on her clit for a minute, letting it create a rush of blood to the nub. Harry sucked on his lip as he watched her move it down her cunt. She teased her entrance, circling the end of the vibrator around her hole.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Harry grunted, his cock throbbing in his hand. He wished it was hers, but he would make do with this for now.

Ivy pushed the toy inside of herself, the wider end slipped in until the thin handle was sticking out. The entire thing vibrated, but she only went so far with it. Harry couldn’t stop drooling as he stared at her pussy. When she started to rub her clit, he knew he wouldn't last very long. He loved making her orgasm, loved to make her feel good - but watching her please herself was something he adored even more. Usually, she opted to ride his thigh until an orgasm flooded her body, but this new situation was more intense.

“Tell me.. how does it feel, baby?”

She turned her head to the side, her temple pressing into his shoulder. “So good, Harry. Gonna cum so hard.”

He smirked, increasing his hand’s speed. “Look at you, kitten. Rubbin’ your pussy f’me.. Fuck, y’look incredible.”

As much as she enjoyed hearing him say things to her, she was unable to focus. The toy was pulsing inside of her, sending pleasure to the deepest parts of her body. It felt amazing and thrilling to have him watch her. She felt powerful, like she was in control of her own body and all he could do was watch. That small piece of dominance she had inside of her was alive and well.

“Such a perfect pussy, yeah? Make yourself feel good, kitten.”

“Harry.” She pushed his name out with a breath.

“Yeah, baby, lemme see y’make yourself cum.”

She watched as he used his hand, flicking it quick up and down his length. She wanted to reach over and push him away so she could do it instead, but she was too occupied with her own pleasure. There was something so hot about watching him do this, something so primal and filthy that just made her heart race and her toes curl. She wanted him so bad. Thinking about him pushing himself inside of her was creating a wave in her stomach. Within a few seconds, her orgasm slammed into her body.

“Oh, yes, yes.” Her voice was pitched higher than usual, her thighs shaking as it washed through her.

Harry let out a moan that just pushed her over the edge. She had to tear her hand away from her clit and pull the toy out immediately. She was going to explode if she didn’t. She turned it off and started to take quick breaths. Her attention was on his cock, and he was still pumping it.

“So gorgeous when you cum, baby.” He told her with a grunt, his hand working hard to bring on his own wave of pleasure.

“Cum for me, Harry.” Ivy shifted so she was facing towards him, her teeth chewing on her lip as she stared at his cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Gonna cum.. just f’you.”

Having her full attention and her voice saying dirty things to him was overwhelming. He was fine while he was the one doing the observing, but now it’s like he’s struggling to keep it under control. He wanted to bust his load the moment she said that. He was trying to last as long as he could, but what was the point? He could easily go again if she still wanted to have sex. Maybe if he just got it over with, he could quickly slip the condom on and give her another orgasm.

“All for me, please.” She used the most taunting voice she could, and it went straight to his cock.

“Fuck, fuck.” Harry groaned a few times before slowing his hand down.

Ivy held her breath as she watched the cum spurt from the tip of his cock. She had never seen it outside of a condom before, and it was fascinating to see how much it actually was. She wondered if it was always the same amount or if it differed. Her eyes widened as she watched yet another rope shoot out. It all landed mostly on his stomach, but some of it dripped down his hand. He came to a stop, holding himself for a moment as he tried to calm down.

To his surprise, Ivy grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up to her mouth. Without saying anything, or even thinking twice, she locked her eyes with his and slowly licked her tongue over his skin - ridding him of the cum. His cock was throbbing, his balls swollen as he watched her clean his skin. She kept her pretty eyes on his, making sure he was watching her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. This was the sexist thing he’s ever seen her do, aside from taking his cock in her mouth or grabbing his hair as he ate her out - well, maybe a lot of things were the sexiest things.

“Oh, fuck, babe.” He shook his head in disbelief, truly never expecting her to do that on her own accord.

“Been wanting to try it.” She said with a sweet smile.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Can I.. have some more?” Ivy asked curiously, her eyes trailing down to the mess he made on his stomach.

“Fuck. You can have it all, baby.”

She let go of his hand and let out a soft laugh. She was excited to do this, it was really something she had been wanting to try. It was a scary thing for her to think about asking him, though, so she was glad her confidence was strong enough to do it tonight. He didn’t seem to mind, not that she thought he would.

The second her tongue flattened on his stomach, he let out a moan. It was the hottest thing he’s witnessed. She licked stripes up his skin, lapping up the trails of cum painted on his body. The taste was different, but she didn’t mind it. Harry thought his cock was going to actually explode if he didn’t get inside of her, but he didn’t dare rush her. She knew slowly sliding her tongue over his skin would drive him mad. The more desire he had burning in his gut, the more pleasure he’d be willing to give her.

[a/n: I really enjoyed writing this hehehe. just to let you guys know, the blurbs are sort of in a timeline order - I’m not going to stay specifically when, but it will be obvious that they are happening as their relationship continues. there will be callbacks to things that happened in the series (like her mentioning the toy to him) to sort of help you get a sense of the time stamp - hope that makes sense.. anyway, enjoy! & enjoy your pleasing vibrator (or any sex toy..) if you got one lol]

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[narrycherries]

first ivy smut blurb coming wed. 7/30 @9am central!!!

[narrycherries]

hi, quick update for everyone! I’ve been busy with some personal things lately, so I haven’t had time to write a lot. I’m take a few courses this fall to prepare for a program next spring, so I’ve been trying to deal with all the college stuff again. Anyways, the response to the first Ivy blurb was so positive! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I miss writing them, so the blurbs really help me stay motivated. With that being said, here’s a quick list of what you can expect to see in the upcoming weeks!

🍒 a smut ivy blurb (you guys voted for one)

🍒 a fluff ivy blurb

🍒 woman series part 1

🍒 update on the toxic/super angst series i talked about a few weeks ago (hopefully a series title & all that)

thank you for the endless support! I’ve been writing today and plan on doing more work for the rest of the night! see you soon!!

[narrycherries]

hi lovely i was just wondering if the fic that you were talking about the one with toxic h where’s he super mean and the mcs really naive and too kind is it the same as the woman fic? and do you have any idea when you’re planning on releasing it? lots of love xx

No it’s not the same! woman is a sugar daddy trope! it will come soon. The toxic one will come later on (planning for August or September)