#baseballrry

[wonderlandrry]

hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

[sunflouwerhabit]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8kta5d9/ had to share cause it felt relevant to Down the Line

OH. MY. GOD.

i am literally dying dead and i couldn't breathe anymore and so i died.

he was born to be a baseball player, actually? i just. oh my god. the fact there is a picture for every single team is so. this is a work of art. thank you for sending it to me.

this account believes in baseballrry supremacy

[jarofstyles]

This is giving sports!Harry and more specifically baseballrry and I’m feeling a little feral

[avatar-anna]

Erodafishtacos blocked me too and I could never figure out why 🙁

we can start a support group 🤝🏼

[whengagametharry]

baseballrry was sexy why lie

THIS WAS SOOOOO SEXY OF HIM

[erodasfishtacos]

Just curious, did you ever write a fic/blurb of the first time baseballrry/yn met and the early stages of their relationship? Been reading your master list and see it being alluded to that yn was Harry’s first and only, but no blurb about it. Just wondering! Love your work!🤍

[writingsbymarie]

Play Ball (part 1)

Pairing: Baker!reader x Baseball!Harry

Word count: 6.5k (I got carried away) there also will be a part two 

A/n: Alright I know jackshit about major league baseball so some of this may be inaccurate, but sports harry kills me okay

Warnings: slight smut(barely but there will be in part 2), swearing, I think that's it 

Summary: The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town's bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation. 

You always hated baseball. Well actually not always, but from a very young age for a valid reason. Your older brother Evan started the sport when he was four with tee-ball when you were two and your sister Aurora was a baby. From the moment Evan started your father became engrossed in the sport and suddenly your household lived and breathed baseball meaning it’s all that was talked about. You were dragged to every game, every tournament, missing countless birthday parties and playdates. As you got older you were used to shag balls in the backyard as training for your brother. God you couldn’t even have a meal without baseball being mentioned, but when you decided to hate the sport was your senior year of high school. It was your last year of dance, last recital and all, but unfortunately, Evans college's baseball game was more important leaving your sixteen-year-old sister the only member in the audience. The thing that infuriated you the most was the fact that the game wasn’t even special. It was just a normal game, it wasn’t a tournament, it wasn’t a championship it was just your average college baseball game which apparently was more important than your last dance recital that happened one day of the year. 

Your mother avoided the house because of the baseball obsession working countless hours at the bakery your mother's side of the family-owned which was where you worked now getting ready to take over the business that's been passed down from generation to generation since your grandmother. it was a great deal as you didn’t need to go to college and you and your sister would be co-owning a business which left you living more than comfortable at twenty-two. Rory’s bakery in Coronado, California a small island next to San Diego. 

You owned a studio apartment in the City of San Diego which was unfortunately close to the San Diego Padres stadium, but you ignored it. You knew just about nothing about the MBL, and you didn’t care. Your friends loved the sport constantly trying to get you to attend games, but it was always a no from you as you had seen enough baseball for a lifetime and had no desire to step foot anywhere near a baseball field ever again. When you were twenty your mother left your father who was still obsessed with your brother who had actually made it to the major league playing for the Mets. Sometimes you felt bad for not supporting him or ever watching him play, but then again Evan never cared for anything you did, so why would you care? 

The ring of the bell made you jump your eyes darting up to look at the customer who had just walked in unfortunately ten minutes before closing making you internally groan, but that stopped the second you saw the customer's face. He was tall, his skin-tanned arms littered with tattoos. His brown hair with messy curls fell atop his forehead. You shook your head scolding yourself in your head telling yourself to stop checking out the handsome stranger. He walked up to the register looking at the menu above you with a puzzled look before is emerald eyes fell to you. 

“Hi, what can get for you” you smiled. 

“Honestly I was just craving something sweet and my friend mentioned this place was good so I thought I’d stop in, what's your best,” he asked leaning up against the counter. Your eyes widened slightly as you heard his voice his accent thick and very British, and very attractive.

“Well how about you let me know what you like, and I’ll match you will the perfect goodie, and I can guarantee there is enough sugar in most of these items to satisfy your craving” 

“I’m definitely a big strawberry guy” he smiled his dimples making your heart melt. Honestly, this man was so fine you were struggling to breathe as you felt the air around you getting hot. 

“I’ve got the perfect thing for you” you quipped to the back to make him a fresh one since they were all gone by now. You grabbed an undecorated pink strawberry cupcake. You were about to add the icing when you heard his deep voice.

“Would you be able to add like extra frosting” 

“Of course how extra we talking,” you asked.

“How about I just tell you when to stop”

“Alright,” You said as you started to ice the cupcake slowly waiting for him to tell you to stop. The icing got a bit high and you looked at him funny and he chuckled.

“Honestly I like my frosting more than the cupcake so go ham” he laughed. You started icing it again with a giggle and he finally told you to stop. You then strode to the fridge grabbing a fresh strawberry sticking it on top of the icing. You put it in your store's lavender box bringing it up to the counter. 

“Well, this is the strawberry extreme cupcake so I hope you like strawberries as much as you claim” you joked and the smile he sent you almost sent you to your knees. 

“Trust me I’m a die-hard strawberry lad, do you mind if I try it here,” he asked digging into his wallet for his credit card.

“Sure as long as you don’t mind if I start cleaning up” you answered as he handed you his credit card your breath catching in your throat as you noticed the rings on his fingers making him hotter than he was before. 

“That's no problem, love” he responded and you could have passed out on the spot. “I’m Harry by the way” he smiled holding out his hand to yours.

“Y/n” you blushed to put your small hand in his shaking it lightly before pulling away from your hand on fire. Harry took his box taking a seat at one of the tables. He opened the purple box unraveling the cupcake taking a small lick of the frosting. 

“Jesus Y/n this frosting is to die for” he mumbled before taking a full bite of the cupcake practically moaning at the taste.

“It's my grandma's recipe, she’s literally a baking genius I swear” you laughed as he chowed down the cupcake. 

“Oh I will so be coming back for this next week after work, so this will not be the last time you see me” he laughed standing up from his spot as you mopped the floors. You internally cheered as you wanted to see him again just to gawk and hear his thick accent. 

“I’ll be here” you replied giving him a warm smile.

“I’ll see you around Love,” he said before exiting the shop, and it became a weekly thing. Every Wednesday night he would show up right before closing you make him a cupcake, he would eat it and leave, but as weeks went by his stays began to get longer, and your conversations got deeper, and after two months the two of you had become quite good friends to the point that you looked forward to Wednesdays nights. You had also developed a well slight crush on him, because not only was he incredibly attractive he was sweet, and funny too, but something you found strange was he never disclosed what he actually did for a living which had you thinking he was a spy or something, but that was far from the truth.

Harry was a major league player for the padres, and not only was he a baseball player he was a star one. He was fresh out of college becoming an MVP after his first year and he became the poster boy of baseball putting him on the cover of magazines, and he had massed a following of 10 million on Instagram, and truthfully he was used to most people knowing who he was but he was pretty sure you had no clue and hews convinced that either you lived under a rock or that you paid no attention to sports, but that thought was turned around when he asked you about the sport curious to if you actually did know who he was only for your response to be that you hated baseball explaining in short detail the reasoning which was valid, but it also terrified harry since he had formed feeling for you and it sounded like you downright hated a major part of his life and you didn’t even know. The crazy part was Harry actually knew her brother and paired with him on the occasion.

Harry was nervous to tell her what his occupation was so he lied, but he knew eventually she would find out as there was no way to hide it forever since well it was everywhere. 

“Wanna go for a walk, the boardwalk is quite lovely at night and the beach walk is so close,” Harry asked casually as he stuffed the remains of his cupcake in his mouth. Harry hadn’t seen her the previous week since he had a series in colorado telling Y/n it was a business trip which wasn’t a complete lie, but he still felt horrible about it. 

“Uh, sure once I finish closing up shop we can” you hollered from the backroom your body currently shaking with excitement. You finished your last duties taking off your apron. You were currently wearing leggings an oversized t-shirt since it wasn’t too warm yet as it was only the middle of April. You took a deep breath before gathering your things walking out to see a smile on Harry's face. 

“I’m all ready” you smiled and Harry opened the door letting you exit first. Once the door shut you quickly locked it before harry lead the way walking towards the beach. The air was perfect with a small chilled ocean breeze the air smelling of salt as you walked down the street gazing at the lights admiring the Del Cornado hotel which looked like a castle. You had always wanted to stay there as it was five-star and gorgeous as it was along the ocean, but you were too cheap to drop the overnight fee as you technically lived 20 minutes from it. 

“You know the sand on this beach has gold flakes in it” you piped from beside him and he looked at you confused for a moment.

“What”

“The bougie hotel put gold flakes all in the sand to make it more five stars I guess, it's super cool I’m assuming you’ve never gone to the Coronado beach before” you laughed and he nodded.

“Do go to the beach often?” he asked.

“All the time, I love the ocean, I have ever since I was a little girl, I swear I could spend all day just jumping over the waves” you bubbled making Harry's heart skip a beat as you talked with such excitement and light in your eyes. “You visit the beach” 

“When I can, my friends and I love to surf” he answered he body leaning close to yours his fingertips brushing against yours ever so often. 

“I suck at surfing, I swear I almost drown every time I try” you giggled slightly tripping over a crack making your cheeks light up with embarrassment.

“Well maybe I’ll have to give you some lessons” he smiled.

“Oh god if you see how uncoordinated I am I’ll actually be embarrassed for the rest of my life” you replied as you approached the beach the sounds of the waves crashing hitting your ears, the lights of the hotel lighting the pathway. “We can walk in the sand if you want and put our feet in the water” you mentioned looking down at your feet.

“Sounds good to me” he nodded and the two of you removed your shoes. “We can leave our shoes here and walk back for them so we don’t have to carry them”

“And if someone steals them” you quipped and he rolled his eyes.

“We are on a five-star hotel's property, I know the beach part may be public but I think our shoes will be just fine” he laughed putting his feet into the sand this time grabbing your hand to lead you to the beach making your body stipend for a moment. You stepped into the soft sand your feet sinking down with every step until you reached the shoreline. You felt a shiver run up your spine as the icy water came up to your ankle from a particularly larger wave making you jump into Harry slightly. 

“S’bit cold isn’t” he chuckled as the two of you walked along the shoreline the waves wetting the bottoms of your leggings, but you couldn’t find yourself to care one bit as Harry led you his hand in yours. “How come I never see your sister, I thought you both owned the shop,” Harry asked.

“She doesn’t work on Wednesdays, so then I don’t have to work Thursdays” you smiled kicked the water as the two of you found yourself a bit further into the water walking in ankle-high. 

“I see” he nodded before releasing your hand bending down and splashing water on you causing a squeal to come from your mouth. 

“Hey” you squeaked bending down using both your hands to splash him before running from the shoreline so he couldn’t get you wet, but instead, he caught up to you grabbing your waist and dragging you back towards the water as you laughed trying to squirm from his arms. “Harry it’s cold” you cried, before giving a particular crash that sent you both down to the ground into the water soaking your body. 

“Were proper soaked now aren’t we” he laughed and you splashed him again trying to keep a straight face, but failing as the two of you fell into hysterics. You were sure your, mascara was running and your hair had to look insane but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You would have thought you would be shivering in the water but you found yourself feeling on fire as Harrys hands were on your waist and you had practically fallen onto his lap. 

“We should probably head back now since you decided we should go for a swim in clothing,” you said sarcastically before standing up holding out both your hands to help him up. His white shirt became a bit see-through revealing his toned tattooed chest and you nearly choked at the site. His hair was wet and messy and the look of him alone had heat swelling your body. You removed your soaked sweatshirt since you were wearing a sports bra under it and Harry felt his breath catch in his throat at the site of your breasts, but he shook his head shooting those thoughts away because you were hot he wouldn’t deny that, but he didn’t just want your body and he needed you to know that. 

This time you grabbed his hand walking back towards the bench you had left your shoes on the sand sticking to your feet a feeling you hated, but again with Harry in your arms, you couldn’t find yourself caring about anything.

-

“You took a walk with him on the beach” Aurora squealed. 

“Nothing happened we just held hands, he didn’t kiss me or anything” you insisted. 

“I’m gonna come in on Wednesday next week just so I can get a look at this guy since, you only told me his name” she stated and you rolled your eyes.

“Look we are just friends and I don’t even have his number so how would I have a picture” you rolled your eyes getting up from your couch.

“Why don’t you just find him on Instagram or something” she groaned.

“Because I don’t even know his last name it never came up, he just comes in every Wednesday and hangs with me until I leave, he's just a friend Rory and he is so out of my league, like when I say this man is beyond attractive I mean it,” you said putting your hands through your hair as you walked to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“From what you told me he obviously likes you, but I won’t argue with you, because soon I’ll be saying I told you so” she laughed. “Also sorry to change the subject but Evan wants us to come to one of his games they are playing the Padres Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday next week for a series, and neither of us have watched him play in well, years”

“Oh hell no I am not going to a baseball game” you shot back.

“Trust me I would rather dig my grave than go see a baseball game, but he sounded so sad and Mom is going as well, and they have those roasted sugar nuts that absolutely slap and alcohol, just one game and we're done, plus there is a super hot guy on the padres with a nice ass that I’ll just focus on the whole time” your sister laughed and you sighed.

“Alright fine, but only one” 

You felt bad for not supporting your brother's career, it wasn’t his fault how intense your father had gotten about the sport, but baseball was just something that brought forth a lot of negative emotion for both you and your sister. You knew you could manage one game as long as you weren’t sober so you put on your big girl boots and agreed.

“Perfect because I wasn’t going if you refused” she laughed and you smiled shaking your head.

“I guess I have a reason to finally wear the jersey he got me” you joked.

“No, because same” your sister burst out laughing. 

-

The two of you had one of your employees close up shop on Tuesday so you could get ready for the game. You wore a pair of mom jeans, and a white fitted cropped tank top and used your brother's jersey as a cardigan. 

“I feel like we are going to get hate-crimed for wearing the other team's gear” Your sister laughed as the two of you walked towards the stadium tickets in hand. Your mother was already seated the two of you arriving a bit late because of the bakery. Evan had got you front row seats right by the dugout so he could talk to his family during his breaks. The game had started about 10 minutes prior to your arrival so the line to get in was non-existent. You were both scanned in as you both headed towards your seat following the sighs. There were people walking in front of you you sporting a jersey with “STYLES” on the back. The more you looked around the more you realized how many people were sporting this “styles” jersey. 

“Why is literally everyone wearing a jersey for this Styles guy,” you asked curiously.

“Jesus Y/n I know you don’t like baseball but do you live under a rock” your sister laughed.

“Hey listen I avoid everything baseball like the plague I literally could not name a single baseball player except for our brother okay” you sighed.

“He's the sexy player I was talking about, I don’t watch baseball ever either, but Harry Styles is like the poster boy of sports, and since I like every sport but baseball I’ve heard of him, and then I looked him up cause he's fine as hell, and super fucking good, like scary good for only being twenty-four” she explained and you nodded. Once you arrived at your section, you told your sister to sit down while you got the drinks since she was only twenty. You walked to the stand ordering two beers before walking to meet your sister at the bottom of the stadium walking down an excessive amount of stairs you were not looking forward to climbing later. 

“What did I miss” you sat down handing your sister her beer.

“Well, the Padres are about to bat, cause the Mets got three outs, Evan didn’t even get to bat” your sister replied taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m the two of you decided to come I know it's not your scene,” your mother said to the two girls softly.

“Of course mom, I know we aren’t exactly baseball fans, but we should support Evan every once in a while” you smiled before turning your head to the field. 

The first three batters hit singles making the bases loaded when you looked over to the dugout of the padres as they sent out their next batter.

“Up next to bat is Harry Styles” the announcer's voice boomed among the space as a video of his best hit began to play on the jumbotron. You were curious to see what your sister was talking about when she gawked about his appearance, but when they finally showed his face you were sure you might pass out. 

On the screen was Harry Styles cheering, which was normal, but what had your jaw on the floor was the fact that Harry Styles was the Harry who comes into your bakery every Wednesday night. You were frozen in your seat your jaw on the floor as you attempted to process what you were seeing, your brain firing thoughts faster than your could handle. You tore your face from the screen to lay your eyes upon Harry who was walking to the plate, and just as you thought it was the boy from the bakery. You then looked down at your beer thinking maybe you were just drunk, but no you hadn’t even drunk half of it yet. Harry brushed his fingers through his hair before waving at the audience hyping them up the crowd went insane. 

“See isn’t he so fucking hot” your sister whispered, but you just sat there in shock, speechless as he took his stance on home plate. The pitcher wound up before throwing the ball fast almost hitting harry being labeled as a ball. The second ball came in being a strike. When the third ball came harry swung hard sending the ball deep into left field. He began running the bases before stopping at the third base which is directly where your seats were, you watched him slide in barely making it, dirt flying through the air in a cloud of dust.

When the air finally cleared and Harry stood up with a confident smile he looked towards the screaming crowd before his eyes landed on yours his face dropping in shock at the sight of you at a baseball game. At first, he was angry thinking you were playing him acting as if you didn’t know who he was but then he looked at your outfit seeing you sporting a Mets jersey that he assumed would have your brothers name on the back, and it made sense why you had been there so close to his opposing team's dugout. He stared at you for a moment before hearing his teammate be announced to the plate prying his eyes from you trying to pull you from his mind as he wondered how the hell he would explain this. 

“Dude did he just stare at you” your sister exclaimed looking at your shocked face. You then grabbed your beer from its spot chugging down the rest, your sister looking at you with wide eyes as she watched the liquid disappear from the plastic cup. You set it down standing up from your seat.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you stated before beginning you ascend up the ridiculous amount of stairs, but your sister noticed that something was wrong following quickly behind as you were almost running up the stairs. 

“Y/n are you okay, why are you acting so weird” your sister pried as you walked towards the bathrooms not even knowing where to start. “Y/n don’t ignore me” she grabbed your wrist dragging you towards an empty area. “Spill”

“That’s bakery Harry” you stated and her eyes went wide her jaw-dropping to the floor.

“What” she almost screeched making a few people walking by turn their heads. 

“Please calm down” you begged putting your hands on your temples. “Jesus my brain feels like it's going on overdrive”

“Didn’t you say he was a businessman” Rory exclaimed before she started to laugh, and you looked at her in confusion?

“Why are you laughing” you pressed.

“Because when he said he was on a business trip he literally had a series with the brewers last week, and the fact that you managed to not know who he was and start falling for a fucking baseball player is actually the most ironic thing ever” she laughed.

“Rory, I literally told him about how much I hate baseball because he literally asked me about it, and that's probably why he didn’t tell me, and I literally insulted his sport oh my god I’m never leaving the house again I can’t face him after this I’m so embarrassed” you groaned. You weren’t even mad that he practically lied about his job because after you slandered his whole career without even knowing he was probably too scared to tell you. If you had known who he was sooner you would have run for the hills because the last thing you wanted to do was date a baseball player, but now unfortunately you liked him, a lot, and despite the fact that he literally is a major league baseball player who still liked him, but now you wanted to bury your head in the sand and never see him again because you not only felt horrible, but you were embarrassed.

“Well he obviously likes you since you basically bashed his literal career and he was still interested in you, and lied so that you wouldn’t know probably so you wouldn’t stop talking to him” Rory theorized and you nodded. 

“I cannot go back out there if I make eye contact with him again I’ll die internally” you groaned.

“We told Evan we would watch the whole game we have to go back, so let's get another drink in you and hopefully that will calm your nerves” she encouraged before grabbing your arm and dragging you back to the stands. 

The game was long, and you did everything you could to avoid locking eyes with Harry again, but unfortunately, he was so mesmerizing that you literally could not keep your eyes off of him no matter how hard you tried. Once the game was over the padres ended up winning and you could tell Evan was embarrassed you had finally come to a game, and they lost, but your mother assured him it was fine as you met him outside the locker rooms. You were on guard looking around in fear that Harry would find you because you were in no shape to see him and you were hoping that you would have until tomorrow to prepare yourself to see him if he even came to see you tomorrow. You had been drinking a lot, so you, unfortunately, needed to find a bathroom your sister and Mom nodded as you walked towards the women's bathroom. You quickly entered the stall relieving yourself before going up to the sink your cheeks red in nervousness. 

“Just chill out Y/n he's probably celebrating with his team,” you told yourself in the mirror splashing water in your face to cool it down before walking out. You let out a squeak when you felt a hand on your wrist pulling you aside your eyes meeting Harry’s green ones. You have drunk your body falling into his chest before stumbling backward a bit. 

“Harry” you whispered.

“I thought you didn’t watch baseball games” he smirked. “But I did notice you enjoyed watching me honestly I think more than you watched your brother”

“Uh, Harry look I feel so bad” you started putting your face in your hands.

“Love, it's fine, I want to apologize for not telling you” he spoke prying your hands from your face.

“Harry you have no reason to apologize I sat across from you telling you how much I hate baseball when it's literally your career and I feel awful” you explained your words slurred.

“Y/n I get your distaste for baseball it's valid, I should have told you then and there, but I liked you and I didn’t want to scare you away” he confessed and you felt your heart swell. ‘He liked you’ 

“Harry, I know I’m not fond of the sport you play, but I’m not gonna drop you just because of that” you admit. “I know baseball is a huge part of your life and all but I care about you enough to put that aside” you confess looking down at your feet. 

“You care about me,” he asked softly putting his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him. 

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Good” he replied with a smile. “So does that mean I can get your number” you let out a giggle shaking your head at his comment.

“I thought you’d never ask” you laughed holding out your hand for his phone. He unlocked it and you added yourself as a contact before placing the cellphone back into his hands letting your touch linger. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, and I’ll have a victory cupcake ready for you since you won the series already with the two games” you smiled as you began backing away. You turned around excitement bubbling in your stomach the alcohol in your system making you feel bold. 

“And Harry I did enjoy watching you play, I may hate baseball, but I sure as hell loved watching you play” you winked before turning away going back to meet with your family leaving Harry standing there cellphone in handshaking his head with a laugh before walking away to join his team. 

“You played really well Evan,” you said as you approached your brother engulfing him in a hug.

“I’m really glad you decided to come, I know how the two of you feel about baseball cause of Dad, but if it makes you feel any better I haven’t talked to him in months” Evan sighed looking down at the ground.

“Look I know at times I made it seem like I didn’t care about your sport, but Evan, it was never your fault and my problems with Dad shouldn’t have fallen on you as well” you apologized and Evan gave you a soft smile.

“Hey no need to apologize I was a dick when we kids making baseball more important than anything you did, that's why I wanted you to come to talk to me, I wanted to apologize and I rather have my sisters in my life instead of my dad who cares more about the game than me” Evan frowned his eyes a bit glossy and you felt your heartbreak for him. 

“You’ll always have us Ev, dads a dick” Rory laughed trying to lighten the mood before pulling the two of you in for a group hug. 

-

That night Evan came back to your apartment and You, him, and Rory caught up talking until almost two in the morning before passing out on the couch. The next morning you had a slight headache. You looked at the weather seeing it was going to be hotter than usual so you threw on a sports tank top and jean shorts for work. You pulled on your shoes before slipping out the door not waking your sleeping siblings since you, unfortunately, had to open up shop that morning. 

The day went by slow as you watched the clock anticipating Harry’s arrival. You thought about him all day wondering what it would be like when you saw him if he would ask you out. When the last customer rolled out and it was five minutes from closing you heard the door ring and a smile immediately crossed your face and you practically skipped from the back room. Your eyes lit up when you saw him holding flowers in his hand.

“So I thought maybe this time instead of cleaning we could sit together and share a cupcake, and then I’ll help you close up” he suggested.

“Sounds perfect” you beamed. “How about this time you help me” 

“Oh god you think I could ice a cupcake” he laughed handing the flowers to you with a smirk that left your knees weak. 

“These are beautiful Harry” you smiled smelling them before setting them down on the counter.

“Just like you” he replied and you rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand and leading him to the back. 

“So the cupcakes are made throughout the day so we don’t actually have any baking to do, but you get to put on the frosting and the strawberry’s on top” you spoke grabbing the cupcake from its place. You then placed it in a place for Harry to ice it and walked to the fridge to get the frosting from the fridge. You stood in front of the cupcake holding the piping bag. “All you have to do is squeeze from the top and swirl it aroun-” you paused as you felt Harry’s presence behind you his hot breath on your neck as he looked over your shoulder to watch you his hands on your hips lightly heat shooting throughout your body. 

“I got this how hard can it be” he chuckled before moving from your body leaving you feeling cold wanting him close. 

“Well be my guest I’m expecting expertise from you” you laughed handing him the piping bag finding the spot next to him as he began to squeeze the piping bag attempting to circle around it. You watched him as he focused intensely squinting at the dessert. Once he finished you both looked at it before immediately laughing as the icing began to tip.

“Looks like the leaving tower of Piza” you giggled as he put his hands through his hair.

“Ya know it could be worse” he laughed as he added the strawberry on top of the messy mound of frosting. “Now let's eat this since its clearly not made to be looked at” 

“We can just eat it right here so we don’t mess up a table” you suggested and he nodded. You grabbed a knife cutting the cupcake in half. You stuck your finger in the frosting while harry took a bite of his half, and you poked his nose leaving frosting on the tip and you giggled. He looked at you playfully before using his finger to get the frosting from his nose putting it into his mouth licking it clean. You hated to say it but it was extremely hot. The tension in the room was palpable and it’s been there since the night the two of you met. You took the last bite of your cupcake some frosting left on the side of your mouth. Harry moved in closer his hand swiping the leftover frosting from your mouth. You thought he would have licked it from his finger but instead, he pushed it towards your mouth his eyes watching your every move. You were usually shy and not this bold, but you were so turned on by him that you wrapped your lips around his thumb sucking the frosting off his finger, and you swore you heard him groan quietly. 

His normally green eyes were darker, filled with lust, but neither of you made a move just staring at each other with lust. Harry's hands slowly fell to your waist pulling you closer.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve seen and I mean that” Harry whispered your face mere inches from each other.

“Thank-” you started but were stopped by Harry's lips upon yours. You immediately put your hands in his hair moving your lips against him. Harry put his hands dangerously low on your back pulling you closer. His hands trailed up your body until one of them met your cheek cradling it softly. Your lips moved together slowly your hands tugging at his long curls until the two of you were out of breath breaking the kiss. Your eyes still closed panting with your forehead against his.

“You taste like strawberries” he whispered breathlessly.

“Maybe because we just ate a strawberry cupcake” you giggled opening your eyes to look at his. You then leaned in to kiss him again but he dodged your lips making you frown.

“Love as much as I want to keep going if we do I don’t think I’ll be able to stop” he breathed.

“Who said I wanted you to stop” you nipped his ear making him groan.

“As much as I want you, I want to take you out properly first” he backed away and you almost whined, but the gesture also warmed your heart. As much as you would be willing to let him take you to the kitchen of your bakery it could wait until the next date. 

“Fine, but at some point, you are going to fuck me here okay” you stated and you watched his eyes at your statement.

“Holy fuck” he groaned shaking his head. “Are you free tomorrow night?” he asked quickly.

“I’ll ask my sister if I can leave early tomorrow, can you pick me up here,” you asked and he nodded.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 7” you hummed in response. Harry then walked closer to you grabbing your hand to lead you out of the back. Once the two of you finished cleaning he walked you to your car that was in a parking garage less than a block away from your shop. Once you stopped at the car he kissed you on the cheek slowly pulling away.

“I’ll see you tom-” he started but you couldn’t resist kissing him one last time so you grabbed his shirt pulling his lips back against yours. Harry returned the kiss immediately his hands flying to your hips your lips moving against each other feverishly as you run your hands under his shirt to feel the muscles. Harry pushed you up against the car roughly causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth exploring your mouth while squeezing your hips.

“Bloody hell you drive me mad” he breathed as he kissed along your neck softly. “But I really need to go before I lose all my self-control and take you right here on the car”

“God I’d let you” you groaned as he rocked his bulge towards your center causing you to gasp quietly.

“Goodnight Love” he choked before quickly walking away needed a cold shower as soon as possible.

You got into your car touching your lips where his just were, a slight smile on your face as you started your car butterflies for what would come of tomorrow 

[atlafan]

how is baseballrry and his girl ? are they still together ? are they getting married ?

they are still together! I can’t remember if I answered a similar ask a while ago about them, but I couldn’t find it. Anyways, they’re definitely living together now. I’m sure they’ll get engaged at some point, but right now Harry’s very busy being a pro-athlete. They’re still balancing their relationship along with their careers, you know? They love each other very much, and are making things work to the best of their abilities. 

[ediths]

okay so baseballrry has to go on the back burner, so to the like two people who wanted it, I apologize.

[atlafan]

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[ediths]

Congratulations

Pairing: Baseball!Harry x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: When Harry sees you ‘flirting’ with a guy at one of his games, you have to reassure him that you’re his and only his.

Warning(s): Flashbacks, bias, baseballrry, jealousy, argument, poorly written smut (face fucking) {the characters at the time of the smut are seniors in high school and are 18 years old}

A/N: This is my first completely written smut and it’s not even like, actual sex, but yeah. This is definitely the first one that I’ve ever posted, so please be nice :)). I am aware that it’s definitely awful, but I had an idea and I wrote it :)).

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Baseball players were obnoxious. They were loud and over the top in everything that they did. They were the only team at school that actually won anything, so they thought that they were the absolute best, and they would rub that in anyone’s face whenever they got the chance. 

The part that made you hate them the most, however, was the fact that every single one of them is attractive. They were hot and they all knew it. This wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t flaunt themselves and watch all the girls fall to their knees for them.

Well, mostly all the girls. You wouldn’t be caught dead with any of the baseball players. You made that abundantly clear every chance that you got, and most of them seemed to understand. 

Actually, all of them understood except for one. The one you hated the most. The captain of the baseball team, the best looking one of all, Harry Styles. 

He was as egotistical and narcissistic as they come. He watched girls fawn over him and made it into a joke. He would see how far he could string them along before breaking it off, only to see them fall apart. 

He was a dick and you could not stand to even be in the same room as him. You rolled your eyes every time that he looked in your direction and you ignored him every time that he tried to talk to you.

Until the day that the worst thing that could have ever happened in Chemistry class unfolded. 

It was the beginning of the second semester, which meant that everyone got a new lab partner. To everyone in the class, it made absolutely no sense, but Mrs. Madison was always going on and on about the fact that the class needed to make new friends and branch out more, Which, apparently, she thought would be accomplished by making you work with a random person for an hour every day while doing labs in the absolute worst subject in school. 

Every attempt to complain about the changes, however, were completely futile. She didn’t have a single care in the world for the wants of her class, she just did what she wanted.

Which was apparently making your life a living hell.

She went through the roster, randomly assigning partners until she got to your name.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles.” You tried your best to hide the grimace that had etched its way onto your features and the groan of frustration that was fighting to come out.You had looked over at him, hoping that he would complain and she would change partners, seeing as she had always had a soft spot for Harry, but to no avail. He had a wide grin on his face, as if hearing that sentence had made his week.

And so it started, the hour every day that would rarely be spent working, but more so to get to know one another better. At first, it had been him trying to get to know you better, but eventually, you had loosened up, had realized that if you were going to be stuck with him, then you might as well be civil.

“Come on, Y/N, just tell me something about you.” He had whined.

“What do you wanna know, Styles?” You could tell by the look in his eyes that you had caught him off guard. He had thought that he would have to work harder to get you to tell him something.

“Anything, anything at all.” He looked genuinely interested and you couldn't help but shake the feeling that maybe you were wrong about him. But that was absurd, right?

“I like photography and I write sometimes.” You had mumbled, hoping that he wouldn’t hear. Of course, he did hear it, every single word of it. 

But he didn’t make fun of you like you had thought he would, he had just softly smiled at you, mumbled a “thanks” and then continued with the lab.

Weeks passed and every class period was getting easier and easier to attend, until one day, you found yourself actually looking forward to the class. You were absolutely perplexed. Who in their right minds actually looked forward to chemistry? You couldn’t fathom why your attitude had suddenly shifted. That is, until you walked into the classroom and saw him sitting there.

Who would’ve thought? Harry Styles was the reason that you were excited to come to chemistry. It had taken him mere weeks to tear down the walls that you had worked so hard to keep up.

It was like he hadn’t even tried. He had just been nice. And for the first time ever, you didn’t think that he had been doing it to use you. He had been genuinely nice and you had fallen for it. You had become just like every other girl in the school.

You had fallen for the boy with the pretty green eyes. It wasn't like you had just taken one look at him and fallen, though. That’s where you were different. It had taken you weeks. But it still happened nonetheless. He still ended up with you wrapped around his finger.

‘Now it’s just a matter of time before he uses it against me,’ you had thought to yourself before taking your seat next to him.

It had been two years since that day. You were now seniors and he had yet to use it against you. In fact, he had fallen for you before you had fallen for him and he was ecstatic when he found out that you had feelings for him.

He had been the perfect boyfriend for two years and counting. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. 

Everyone thought he was the absolute perfect man, and really, he was. There was only one thing about him that you could ever complain about, and honestly, you couldn’t even call it a flaw. 

Harry just had the tendency to get jealous. Of course, he trusted you. It’s just that he didn’t trust everyone else. 

And that’s the exact reason that you’re in the situation with Harry that you are.

“Why him? You could’ve cheated with anyone, why’d you pick him?” He runs a shaking hand through his unruly curls that were still drenched with sweat. “You know how I feel about that piece of shit.” He stops for a moment, looking you in the eyes, and you can see the anger burning behind the jade irises. “That’s why you did it, isn’t it?” He accuses.

“Harry, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t cheat on you!” You throw your hands up in the air, frustrated by the fact that he won’t listen to you and hurt because he thinks you would actually do such a thing. “Why would I cheat on you? especially with him?”

“I don’t know!” He yells, not being able to contain it any longer. “Everyone fucking warned me, don’t get too attached to someone, you’ll get your heart broken.” He looks in your direction, but you can tell that he’s not actually looking at you. “What they never told me, though, is that I would fall so in love with someone only for them to rip my heart out of my chest and beat it repeatedly with a sledgehammer.” He’s back to pacing around the room, looking everywhere but you. “I told them all, ‘no, it’ll be fine. I love her. She loves me. We’ll be alright. That won’t happen.’ But maybe I was wrong. Maybe they had a point.” 

“Will you please let me explain myself, H?” You try, wanting to get him to see the truth in the situation and not what he wants to see just because he hates Malachi. “Just let me tell you what happened and then we can talk, please.” You beg him. All you need is a few seconds and everything can be fixed. You can cuddle up to your loving boyfriend and put everything behind you. Or maybe you can congratulate him on the fourth win of the season, leaving his team undefeated.

He doesn’t seem to hear your question, though, and he mumbles something. At first, your brain doesn’t register what’s been said, but then you process. It hits you like a train, and you’re speechless for a moment. Everything that had been floating around in your head left the moment that you realized how he was really feeling.

Apparently, you go without saying anything for too long, being completely shell-shocked and all, so he repeats himself, thinking that you couldn’t hear him the first time. “Am I not good enough?” He finally stops pacing, looking up at you, and for a second, you wish that you had never faced him. There are tears in his eyes, threatening to spill onto his blotchy cheeks. He looks absolutely disheveled and your heart breaks at the sight. This wasn’t the first time that you had discussed this with him. 

Harry wasn’t the arrogant guy that he pretended to be at school. He was insecure and he doubted himself in everything that he did. The only thing that made him feel like he was enough for anybody was you, and he thought that you were trying to leave him for someone else.

“Harry, baby.” You say, walking over to him and trying to grab his hands. “Listen to me please.”

He pulls away and spits, “Don’t call me baby.” You know he doesn’t mean it, he just pushes everyone away when he gets like this. He’d rather be alone than think he’s burdening anybody. 

You take a deep breath in, trying to force the tears in your eyes to stay there and not spill onto your face. This was about him, not you. You had no right to shift the focus onto yourself by letting the tears fall. Not that he would blame you, he would drop everything to make you feel better, which is why you couldn’t cry right now. It was your turn to make him feel better. 

“Harry, listen.” You say, grabbing his hand. “You’re everything. I could never ask for anyone better.” There’s nothing but truth in your voice, and you hope that he can hear it.

“Then why do you want him?” He asks, no longer sounding hateful, just hurt. He pulls his hand out of your grasp and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s too far into his insecurities for you to fix this with a sentence or two.

“I don’t. Harry, I don’t. I want you. And that’s what I was trying to tell him when you walked over.” You take his hand in yours again, holding tighter than last time, not wanting him to pull away again. To your relief, he doesn’t. He just let’s you guide him to the bed. You sit down at the end and pull him to sit beside you. 

Once he’s settled, you raise a hand to his hair and push it out of his eyes, knowing that he hates when his hair falls into his line of vision. “Yes, he asked me out. Yes, he told me that I should choose him.” he stiffens and you can feel the anger coming back to his body, so you quickly continue, “But I didn’t. I didn’t choose him, because he isn’t you,” you slide into his lap, placing one knee on the bed on each side of him, straddling him. You cup his face in your hands and continue, “and you are the only,” you lean in and give him a quick peck, “one,” you lean in again, “that,” another, “I’ll” your lips linger slightly longer this time, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer, “ever,” you’re back to quick pecks, “want.”

You move your hands from his face, letting them slide down over his neck and come to a rest on his shoulders.

You lean your head down, letting your lips find purchase on the taut skin of his jaw, leaving wet kisses down to the dip of his collar bones. Between every kiss, you murmur a praise to him.

“You’re so handsome, baby.”

“You deserve the world.”

“You’re so good to me.”

“Love you so much.”

“Look so good in that uniform.”

“Such a good baseball player, wanna reward you.”

At the last one, he pulls back slightly, scanning your face, ensuring that you’re not only doing this because you were arguing. “You sure, baby? Don’t have to do anything just because you think I’m mad.” He runs a hand down your back, letting you know that it’s fine if you don’t want to. The action sends shivers throughout your body.

“Wanna show you how proud of you I am, how much I love you. Would you like that baby?” You ask, waiting for him to approve, not wanting to push him if he really doesn’t want you to do anything.

After a moment of consideration, he nods his head, “Please, love.”

Your lips find their way back to his, immediately locking into a kiss. It’s not like the ones that you usually share. It’s not rushed. There’s no teeth knocking against one another’s, there’s no fight for dominance. It’s smooth and soft, tongues gliding together and seamlessly allowing your mouths to mold.

After a moment, you move slightly, allowing your lips to fall in quick succession all around his face, kissing every feature that you adore beyond comparison. Every detail that he seems to hate about himself. 

You let your lips land on the dimples that make your heart flutter, the crinkles by his eyes that make your tummy erupt in butterflies, the freckles that make you want to run your finger over them for hours on end. You kiss every inch of his face, because his face is the most perfect one that you had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Once you’re satisfied that his face has been moved on enough, you move down to his neck, nipping and sucking marks into his skin. He groans when you place an open mouthed kiss on a particularly sensitive spot and you smirk into his skin. 

Usually, you would pay special attention to that spot, but that was never really for him. Sure, it felt good to him, but you just really loved the groans that would fall from his lips. So, you would drag out the time you spent adoring that single spot.

Today, however, was all about his pleasure. And you know that he hates the teasing more than anything. He doesn’t need the foreplay, the kissing and sucking all over his body. All that he needs is to see you on your knees, looking up at him through your lashes.

So, as you move down his neck, you begin to unbutton his baseball jersey. Once the final button is undone, you push it off his shoulders and look at the man in front of you. How you got lucky enough to be with him, you’ll never know. 

You begin to kiss down his chest, paying slight attention to the places that you know make him tick. You know that he doesn’t need it, but you also know that they make him feel good, and that’s all that you want to do, make him feel good.

You continue making your way across his chest, kissing and licking. When you get to his nipples, you let your tongue run over them for a moment. You let your teeth gently graze over the peak, and his body jolts into you.

“Baby, please.” He whimpers. You look up at him, giving him a look of mock innocence as you make your way to his other nipple. You repeat your actions before moving down his torso.

You stop once again at his butterfly tattoo, letting your tongue run along the lines of it. He lets out a choppy breath, and you know he’s putty in your hands. You’ve got him right where you want him.

You make your way lower, yet again stopping at his fern tattoos. As you run your tongue across them, pausing slightly every now and then to nip at his hips, his hands rake through your hair, gripping on to the strands like they’re his tethers to reality.

“Not gonna tease you today baby, is that okay?” You murmur against his hip, knowing that you not having your mouth exactly where he wants you to be is killing him. 

“Yeah, that’s fine baby just please, need your mouth so bad.” He begs, and you have no choice but to give him what he wants. You pop the button on his baseball pants, pulling both them and his boxers down his legs. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, red and leaking. It’s not like you’ve never seen him before, he’s just so pretty in every aspect, and it seems to catch you off guard every time.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me, H.” You all but whimper, letting your mouth move further down as he kicks his pants completely off.

You settle comfortably on your knees in front of him. You let your hands come up to the top of his thigh, scratching your nails down the skin.

He hisses, and you take his moment of distraction to lick the pearl of precum that has settled at the tip of him.

Just this simple action has him bucking his hips and letting out a broken whimper. You can’t help but smile, knowing that you’re the reason that he’s reacting like that.

When you peer up at him and see him looking at you with pure adoration, you take him in your mouth, sucking at the tip before bobbing further down. The hand in your hair clenches, like he’s trying not to push your head down as far as you can go. Like he’s trying not to make you choke on him.

You pull off of him and revel in the whimper that escapes his mouth. “Do you want to fuck my face baby?”

He chokes out a groan, nodding his head slightly. You reach for his other hand, which had been clenched tightly in a fist by his side, and place it in your hair alongside the other one. He shoots you a wary glance that quickly dissipates as you say, “Then do it. Please, H.”

He lets out a light chuckle. “Who’s begging now?” 

He doesn’t give you time to answer. He pushes back into your mouth, and you can’t help but moan. Him having you like this is one of your favorite sexual activities with him.He starts slow, easy. It’s always like this. He uses shallow thrusts to give you time to adjust to the experience.

Little by little, though, he pushes deeper. He can’t help it, really. You’re just so wet and warm. You feel like heaven to him. 

You hollow your cheeks, slowly moving your tongue along the underside of him, feeling the veins running across the muscle. 

“That’s it, baby, feel so good for me.” He groans, pushing your head down further, causing you to slightly choke, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

He pulls your head back, just as he does every single time, and asks, “Are you okay, lovie?”

Your heart swells, but you’re too impatient to dwell on it, you want him back down your throat. “I’m perfect. Now please, please let me make you feel good.” You stick your tongue back out and he places the tip of his dick on your muscle.

The only warning he gives you is a slight nod before he pushes back down your throat, immediately setting a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as he pulls your head towards his hips by your hair.

You can feel the ache beginning to settle in your jaw and the burn in the back of your throat. You know that you won’t be able to comfortably talk for the next few days, but it was always worth it.

“Look at you baby, taking me so well.” He groans, praising you. 

The spit was pooling in your mouth, as it always does, and you know that sooner rather than later, you’ll be making an absolute mess of yourself.

He pushes all the way to the back of your throat, and you feel yourself gag, but you know that he won’t let up before he feels like it, so you push your gag reflex down and do your best to breathe through your nose.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Taking all of me like a good girl.” He brings his hand down to your throat, squeezing at it gently, just adding a little bit of pressure.

You moan around him, and that’s when the spit begins to fall, covering your chin. He smiles down at you, mumbling something about you being his messy little baby and continues to thrust into your mouth. 

The only thing that you can taste is him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock against your tongue. You can also feel the way that he’s twitching in your mouth, how every thrust is bringing him closer and closer to his end. 

You hollow your cheeks around him and suck a little harder. You hear him groan from above you and his hips stutter.

He’s a lot closer than you thought he was.

You double your efforts, moving your head along with him, holding his cock all the way in your throat for longer than you had been, sucking a little harder on the tip when he pulls back. 

He’s being unapologetically loud, moaning and groaning about how good you are for him, and you can’t help but be proud. You made him that way.

Seconds later, you can feel the first string of his release. He goes to apologize and pull out of your mouth, but you slightly shake your head and grab his thighs. You know how hot he thinks it is when you swallow.

You take everything he has to offer before swallowing every last drop. When you stand back up, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing him that there’s nothing left.

He groans and pulls you closer, catching your lips in a heated kiss. This time, it’s complete teeth and tongue. 

“Want me to make you feel as good as you made me feel, love?” He asks.You just shake your head. He looks offended, so you quickly elaborate. “I congratulated you for winning baby, that was a one way thing. Don’t need you to do anything for me, I’m okay.”

“You sure?” You smile at how persistent he is. He’s just as eager to please as you are.

“I’m sure.” He nods, dragging you onto the beg to cuddle with him.

“I’ll just pay you back another time, then.” He promises. You roll your eyes. 

“It’s not something to pay back, H.”

“Fine then, I’ll give you head randomly just because I want to. Or maybe next time you do good on a test. Anytime really.” He chuckles.

“Alright, alright. Can we go to bed? I’m tired.” You whine. He just looks over at you and smiles, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Night, baby.”

“Night night.”

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