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Sunshine Masterlist
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sunshine - part 1
In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot. Coming July 22.
sunshine - part 2
In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.
sunshine - part 3
In which y/n just wants to get this whole virginity thing out of the way, and Harry needs to grovel a bit before she forgives him.
sunshine - epilogue
In which Harry's still grumpy, except for when he's with his sunshine girl.
sunshine (making out blurb)
In which Harry teaches y/n a little bit about kissing.
concepts tag! - all of the grumpyrry x sunshine asks and concepts!
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harrysbabycherry · 6 months
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ONE NIGHT ONLY
in which y/n just wants to get her virginity out of the way and harry might just be the one to help her out with that
10.4k words (or something)
warnings: smut! virgin y/n! frat boy ish harry
a/n: this has been stuck in my head for weeks, enjoy!!
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Tonight was the night. 
(Y/N) is not going to psych herself out this time because it’s getting old. She just needs to bite the bullet and do it. She’s sure there will be many willing participants at the party her friend Maya is dragging her to tonight. 
And it looks so easy. Every other person she’s ever met makes it look so easy. They just go to a party, find someone they like and someone that likes them, and they sleep together. So, so simple. She can do it. 
She tried to dress as casually as she could, but also give off the vibe that yes, she is available tonight to have fun. Maya has told her a few times that she can appear a bit standoffish, so she’s trying to be the opposite this time. Whatever that is. She doesn’t talk much because she’s incredibly nervous when she’s in a big group of people that she doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily plan on knowing, so she kind of keeps to the outside. It’s not her fault, she just might not be as outgoing as everyone else. 
But tonight is different. She keeps cycling that through her brain as she struggles as usual trying to get her eyeliner right. She’s been at this way longer than she’d admit to anyone, but it has to be as perfect as she can get it. 
The dress that Maya let her borrow was something she normally would never wear. Just because she’s almost certain if she bends over, it won’t cover much. But it is a pretty dress, it’s just tight and short. She is thankful that the sleeves that hang off her shoulders are long. It’s something she’d probably never buy for herself.  But she figures if she wants to lose her virginity, she has to try something new this time. Dress like the other girls who seem to find guys so easily. 
The coursework she has to do for Monday that she’d usually be way caught up on is looming in the back of her mind. She normally will turn things in super early and have them out of the way so she can have a weekend in and cozy up in her room and have a movie marathon. But seeing as she all but jumped at the chance to go to a frat party with Maya tonight, her ten page essay will just have to wait. 
She almost surprised herself at her willingness to go. (Y/N) loves to relax on Friday nights and not leave her room, but Maya often has to pry her out of bed so she has someone to go to parties with. Maya has other friends, but she likes keeping (Y/N) included and wants to get her out of her shell a little bit. They were roommates in the dorms as freshmen and when they were both able to get jobs in town and afford an apartment together, they moved. And she would consider them best friends now, at the end of their junior year. 
Maya came to interrupt her in the middle of having a tiny panic episode over the eyeliner. It’s frustrating, but it’s even more frustrating because her hands keep shaking when she does it. She’s not necessarily nervous. It’s almost excitement. She just wants to leave their apartment already and get it over with. So, you could say she’s a bit anxious, just to see how the night unfolds and if she’ll fail again at trying to do something that looks so easy. 
“(Y/N). You know tonight doesn’t have to be the night. You’ve got so much time and—” 
“I know, Maya, but I want to.” She went back to her eyeliner and finally flicked the brush in the right way to get the look she wanted. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but she’s so out of practice with makeup that it took way longer than she would have liked it to. 
“I’m just saying. Don’t force yourself into something you don’t want to do. And don’t get with a total jerk, please.” Maya is well aware of her desperation to just get it over with. It’s nearly her senior year and she’s barely touched someone else. 
“It has to though. I just feel like . . . it should’ve happened already. I’m ready now.” (Y/N) tried to look as convincing as she could. If Maya for even a second thinks she is pressuring herself, she’ll force them to stay home and not let (Y/N) out of her sight. She really is a great friend, but she needs to let her do this for herself. 
“If you say so. Are you ready to go then?” She tried to give a confident nod which made Maya snicker before they were leaving out of the front door. 
Despite the tiny dress she’s wearing, (Y/N) just couldn’t handle wearing heels. She wishes with everything that she could and then pretend that her feet aren’t aching the entire time, but she just can’t. So, she is wearing sneakers while Maya is wearing heels that she’s sure she wouldn’t stand a chance walking in. 
They’re meeting a few of Maya’s friends outside the frat house who’s throwing the party tonight. They are all very nice and always keep (Y/N) in the loop, even if she feels like it’s out of pity. But they all said hello and hugged her while complimenting her outfit. Things are already looking up for her. 
She was immediately put off by the music once they stepped in. She wonders why not just play it at a normal volume so people can actually talk to one another, but that’s just something she’ll have to deal with if she wants to succeed tonight. 
When Maya started walking with her friends right through the middle of the crowd, she kind of got pushed to the back, but that was okay. She followed along and tried to relax. There’s nothing for her to be nervous about. It’s easy. She could repeat it to herself a thousand times and she’d still be a little bit nervous anyway. She’s more nervous that it’s not going to happen. She told herself that it has to happen tonight or she’s not putting this much effort into it ever again. 
And then her eyes fell on Evan. He’s the stereotypical frat boy, sleeps around, barely goes to class, parties every night. But he’d be perfect because he wouldn’t even think about it. If she offered, he wouldn’t refuse. And that’s exactly how she pictured tonight going. As soon as it’s over she can just go home and never have to worry about her virginity again. 
She wanted to tell Maya, but when she looked up again, she was in the middle of a crowd of people she didn’t know and Maya and her friends were nowhere in sight. She knows that Maya would try to discourage her from going to Evan anyway, so it might be best to just do it now by herself. 
(Y/N) looked back at Evan and he was already talking to this devastatingly beautiful girl and looked very interested in their conversation. She doubts she can interrupt them and try to get him interested in her instead, but maybe if she waits a few minutes, she can catch him when he’s alone again. She’s never even uttered a word to him before just because he’s so out of her reach, so this will definitely be different. And that’s exactly what she needs. 
The kitchen was way less crowded than the main room, so she decided to pour herself a drink to maybe get the tenseness out of her shoulders. Except, she has no clue what makes a good drink. Maya usually makes hers and she never has any idea what’s in it. But she tried her best with soda and some kind of liquor she didn’t bother checking the name of. And she still finished the entire cup, even though it was probably the worst thing she’s ever tasted. 
But it’s okay. Because once this kicks in, maybe she can go find Evan again and hopefully he’ll be alone and she can get the ball rolling. She’s never really tried to flirt with someone before, but she’s seen enough movies to know how to at least let him know her intentions without being too obvious about it. She took a deep breath and readied herself to go back out into the crowd of rowdy people and track Evan down. It’s now or never. 
“Took a break from studying to make the nastiest drink I’ve ever seen, did you?” She jumped, not expecting someone to be right beside her. And she really didn’t expect it to be Harry either. 
He sits behind her in one of her classes and never pays attention. He’s always drawing in his sketchbook or looking bored out of his mind. He does frequently tap her on the shoulder and ask her for the notes and she always obliges. He’s always been nice to her, but she wouldn’t call them friends at all. 
He’s dressed in all black like he usually is. Only a tee shirt and jeans but he always manages to pull it off so well. His tattoos that she’s seen many times are on display tonight and she thinks they’re really pretty but has never told him that. He would probably think she’s weird.
“Oh, sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.” She could feel her face getting warm, but he’s probably used to it. From time to time when he thanks her for sharing her notes, he’ll call her a sweet little name and send her a wink that always gives her butterflies. 
“I know. Why are you apologizing?” He grabbed one of the plastic cups and started filling it with something else she had no idea about. And then he looked back at her like he was waiting for an answer. 
“I don’t know.” She rushed out, taking a step away from him. His stare always makes her heat up a little bit, but since they’re the only ones in the kitchen, it makes it that much more unbearable. Because when they’re alone and she doesn’t know how to talk to him. She hasn’t seen him much outside of class, but every time she has, they’ve only said hello in passing and that’s it. Never anything more than that. 
“Do you want another drink that you’ll actually like then, pet?” And that has to be the worst of the nicknames he’s given her so far. It’s almost demeaning, but she likes it? And she hates the way her face twists up whenever he calls her that. He looks very pleased by her reactions and that’s how she knows that he enjoys teasing her. 
Now that he’s here, another drink sounds amazing. Maybe it’ll help her calm down. She doesn’t think he’ll stick around for much longer, but for right now, she needs to keep her cool. If she can barely talk to Harry, how is she going to talk to Evan and get him to take her to bed? 
“Uh, I guess.” He nodded and grabbed another cup. This was going to be her last drink of the night, but she feels like it will give her just the right amount of buzz she needs to do what she came here to do. She’ll still be sober enough to make good decisions. 
He passed her the cup and she immediately took a sip. It did taste much better than the drink she made and it’s very sweet, like he knew just what she would like. Even though she doesn’t know much about him outside of class, he’s always nice, so she probably trusts him more than anyone here besides Maya. 
“Slow down a bit, yeah? Is that paper in Smith’s class stressing you out that much?” She pulled the cup from her mouth and swallowed before shaking her head.
“That’s really good. And no. I’m not stressed.” She isn’t. The paper will be easy to get done. She’s already done a rough draft and outline, so she just has to write the final paper. 
“I can’t tell. Haven’t seen you out in a while.” He leaned against the kitchen counter beside her and took a long sip of his drink before looking right back into her eyes. The music is still loud, so they had to be kind of close to each other to hear, but her hearing is faring much better away from the speakers. 
“I’ve been . . . busy.” 
“Busy? Doing what?” 
“Work and school.” He hummed like he didn’t believe her. 
“Really? What makes tonight different then?” (Y/N) is not going to admit to Harry what her mission for tonight is. It would only make her look desperate and while she sort of is, she doesn’t want him to know that. 
“I just . . . needed a break. That’s all. And Maya wanted me to come.” Again, he gave her another look like he didn’t buy that before he looked around. 
“Where is she then? Left you alone again?” Essentially, yes, but judging by the slight edge to his tone, he wouldn’t enjoy that answer too much. 
“No, no! I went off to get a drink on my own. I should’ve stayed with her but I didn’t.” She wonders if Maya even notices her missing yet. Not that she’s not a vigilant friend, but sometimes she gets a little distracted and forgets about her. She doesn’t mind it. Most of the time it allows her to leave parties like this early and she likes that the most.
“Well, stop doing that, would you? Now you’re stuck with me.” He smirked when her jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected him to say that. If anything, she didn’t expect him to talk to her at all. She thought he’d just ignore her or tell her hello and then go back to whatever he was doing before. 
“That is so unnecessary, I’m okay—” 
“Great. Here he comes.” He cut her off and rolled his eyes, watching something over her shoulder. When she took a quick glance back, Evan was striding right towards the kitchen all by himself, giving her the perfect opportunity to ask him what she meant to. 
“Wait. Evan’s coming in here?” Her hands quickly went through her hair, making sure it was sitting perfectly over her shoulders before they smoothed down her dress, wanting to look like she’s put together and not freaking out on the inside. 
“You have eyes don’t you?” She ignored that and tried to act as casually as she could. Harry did not seem excited about Evan’s arrival, but she didn’t have time to think much about it because he was right there. He reached for a cup right between the two of them and then nodded to Harry who didn’t even look like he saw him. And then he looked at (Y/N), probably for the first time ever. 
“Hey.” He smiled at her like he was semi-interested and that’s all she needed. She leaned against the counter, trying to play cool and smiled back. 
“Hi.” 
“Can you remind me of your name? I’ve seen you around a lot, but I’ve never gotten the chance to talk to you.” She heard Harry scoff as Evan took the space right between them and started a poor attempt at flirting. Even (Y/N) knows what he just said is all bullshit because he’s probably never noticed her before in his life. But she’s willing to look past it to get laid tonight. 
“(Y/N).” 
“Pretty name. Can I make you another drink?” It felt like things were really going her way, so she nodded, trying not to smile so much. But if she can pull this off, she’ll literally cry happy tears. 
But all of that came crashing down when Harry decided to speak up and ruin the progress she had started to make with Evan. And she’d never glared at someone like that before, but he was deserving of it completely. 
“Do you mind, Evan? I was talking to (Y/N).” He instantly backed off, apologizing to the both of them before telling (Y/N) he’d see her around. And she’d never been so angry before. She watched Evan leave the kitchen that was still empty except for the two of them before she turned to Harry to give him a piece of her mind. 
“Are you stupid?” 
“You know, where I come from, people usually say thank you instead.” He reached over and filled another cup with water from the sink before passing it to her. She chugged that down as well before throwing the empty cup at him. 
“You ruined it!” She pointed at him and then turned to leave the kitchen. She knows it’s dramatic, but she can’t help it. Something was going her way for the first time and Harry just had to mess it up. And she barely knows him! What did he think he was doing? 
Her wrist was grabbed and she was turned right back around to face him. He’s grinning now and looks very well aware of what he did. 
“So you dressed up like this for Evan? He’s an asshole.” She wrenched her arm away from him and huffed, crossing her arms. 
“That is none of your business. Can you just leave me alone now?” 
“Nope. You like him or something?” 
“No! I was just—” 
She cut herself off. She’s not going to tell him anything. It’s nothing he needs to know. It would only embarrass her and Harry seems the type to laugh at her and she wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him Monday morning in class, looking at her like he knows something. 
“You were just what?” 
“You ask too many questions. Please just leave me alone.” 
(Y/N) decided she wanted to go home. She hurried to send Maya a text as she snaked through the crowds of people dancing and talking to the front door. She tucked her phone away in the small purse she brought and opened the front door to leave. As she tried to close it, it was ripped back open by none other than Harry. 
“Can I walk you home then?” 
“No! Why are you harassing me?” The porch wrapped around to the side of the house, so she hurried there, knowing he would follow. She’s not letting him walk her home because at the moment, he doesn’t know where she lives and she’d like to keep it that way. 
“I thought we were friends, (Y/N).” That one made her laugh. She turned to him once she made it around the corner and of course he was right behind her, so close that she ran right into his chest. 
“We are not friends! We’ve never been friends, Harry. You’re slacker and all you want to do is copy my notes because you never pay attention in class! Leave me alone!” (Y/N) blames her loud tone on the two drinks she had. She’d never raise her voice at anyone she didn’t know well, but Harry is getting under her skin so bad and he just won’t stop. 
“I’m a slacker?” 
“Yes!” 
“Me?” 
“And you’re annoying!” 
“Wait. Me?” He pointed to himself.
(Y/N) is sure that this has to be a dream because how is he not getting it?
“You’re terrible. Do you know that?” 
“I didn’t know you liked Evan, I’m sorry. I can get him for you if you really want me to.” She couldn’t listen to a word he was saying because he was driving her crazy. She sat down on the very convenient porch swing and put her face into her hands. 
The swing moved when Harry sat right down next to her, putting his arm behind her shoulders and sighing. (Y/N) could go home now and just count tonight as a loss. Maya is right. She has all the time in the world and there’s no reason to rush it. While it would be nice to not have to tell herself that she’s behind everyone else her age and that guys must not like her if she hasn’t done it by now, deep down, she knows that’s not the case. Those are just things her mind is making up and it’s not true in the slightest. No one other than Maya knows why she was really here, so it’s not like anyone knows she failed. 
“No. Don’t worry about it.” She mumbled into her hands, already trying to think of the movie she’s going to put on when she gets home and cozy in her pajamas. 
“I never would’ve guessed you liked him. You’re so out of his league.” Her hands dropped and she looked up at him. 
“I don’t like him,” She paused. “You think I’m out of his league?” 
“C’mon, pet. You’re too pretty for him.” He nudged her shoulder with his and she forced herself to keep the smile off of her face. She never would’ve thought that. Evan is like, perfect and if she’s out of his league, what does that make her? She’s not going to think too much about it because she knows Harry’s probably just saying that, but it did make her feel good. 
They sat there in silence for a few minutes. (Y/N) was thinking over everything. Now that she has time to run things over in her head, Evan probably was a bad idea. He’s probably been with three other people just tonight. And that’s not exactly the experience she’s looking for right now. So, she guesses she can pick someone else another time. It really can be anyone. 
“Can I tell you something?” 
“Sure.” He shrugged like she wasn’t about to tell him something that she’s really insecure about. But she figured she could tell him. He could tell everyone he knows and they still probably wouldn’t know who he’s talking about. That’s how far she is out of the inner circle of popular people. 
Not that Harry is insanely popular. He’s in a frat, but tends to hang by himself anyway. She has seen him with a number of pretty girls, but how could he not be? He’s hot and he knows it and uses that very much to his advantage. She doesn’t blame him because if she looked like him, she’d do it too. 
He isn’t a typical frat boy either. He doesn’t go to every party and drink all night and hook up with tons of people. At least as far as she knows. He has a few close friends and doesn’t do much in the frat. He’s an art major too and is always sketching away. So, he’s a bit different in that way. 
“Are you going to tell me or what? We don’t have all night.” He nudged her again, snapping her out of the daze she was in, trying to ask herself if it’s a good idea to tell him.
“Oh. Yeah. Um, well, I’m a virgin.” Her lips rolled in and she braced herself for him to laugh or begin teasing her about it. She didn’t want to look at him, so she just kept her eyes down where her hands were playing with the hem of her dress. It was quiet on his end for much longer than she wanted it to be, so she did have to finally look up at him to see what his reaction was. And he was still just sipping away on his drink, looking unbothered. 
“Duh. Tell me something I don’t know.” She turned to him with her jaw dropped.  
“You could tell?” 
“(Y/N). You can barely look me in the eye.” Currently, she was looking him in the eye, but again, she’s going to blame that on the drinks she had. 
“What if I’m just shy?” 
“You are, but I can also tell that you’ve never been touched.” She doesn’t know how he can tell because she sees him for about fifty minutes a week and barely says a word to him, but somehow he knows. It must not be much of a secret for anyone else either. She might as well tell him her whole plan. 
“Okay, I’m going to ignore that, but I was trying to change that tonight and you messed it up for me.” She didn’t mean to pout about it, but it’s true. With the way Evan was talking to her in the kitchen, she could have easily taken it further. He’s nice enough, maybe she still has a chance. 
“And you chose Evan?” He said his name in disgust, scrunching his nose. Like he thought it was a terrible idea or something. So, she huffed and leaned back against the swing in defeat. If Harry thinks Evan is a bad idea, he probably is. Even though she was willing to look past that just for tonight. 
“He was the first person I saw!” 
“And he’s a total dick. You can do better.” 
(Y/N) has barely spent time around the people inside. She has no idea who else is in there, she set her sights on Evan and didn’t think about it anymore. But since that plan isn’t going to work, maybe she can find someone else. It’s only eleven thirty. The night is young. She reached over and hit his shoulder. 
“Help me then.” 
He hummed like he hadn’t heard her, so she turned further towards him. So close that they really were inches from each other now. It’s really dark outside and the porch light that is on is around the corner, so she can’t see much of his expression right now, but she hopes he’s willing to help. He knows way more people here, maybe he can point her in the right direction at least. 
“Help you? In what way?” 
“Tell me who’s worth my time! You know these people, just point someone out that would be willing. It doesn’t have to be the best night of my life, I just want to get it over with,” She’s aware that she sounds more desperate than ever, but she can’t help it. She is. “Please.” 
Harry was silent for a few moments. Probably thinking over her request and deciding if it was something he wanted to be involved in. She’s not asking for much.
“Fine. Just so you stop looking at me like that.” She wanted to ask what he meant, but she was so happy to hear that he would help, that it didn’t matter. She hugged him around the shoulders, something she’s never done before, and squeezed him as tight as she could manage. 
“Thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” After one last squeeze, she let him go, watching as he straightened out his shirt and rolled his eyes. 
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” 
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“Him? Are you out of your fucking mind?” 
(Y/N) is pretty sure she’s pointed at everyone in this party and Harry has looked at her like she’s crazy every time. And it’s getting old. 
They’re standing off to the side and looking over the crowd of people and none of them, according to Harry, are going to show her even a decent time. 
“I don’t know anymore! You’re supposed to tell me!” She shoved his chest and he batted her hands away, not having moved in the slightest. 
“You’re demanding (Y/N). Do you know that? Want to be fucked that bad, do you?” She gasped. Because how could he say that in public space like it was nothing? She could yell at him right here and storm away, but it’s now a quarter till one in the morning and she’s just getting tired and wondering if it even matters anymore. Nothing is happening and nothing has happened, so her bed is calling to her now. 
“You know what? I think I’m just going to go home.” The alcohol is wearing off and she wants to forget about the whole evening. She tried her hardest and it didn’t work out and that’s fine. Next Friday it is then. 
“No, no, no,” He stopped her right when she stepped away from him and grabbed her arm. “You’ve come so far and you’re giving up just like that?” 
“I’m not giving up, I’m . . . postponing.” She tried to free her arm from his grasp, but he held on just a little tighter, not letting her get too far from him. 
“Postponing? Just calm down. Let’s have another look, alright? And if you still don’t find anyone, I’ll walk you home. Deal?” That seemed okay. And Harry deciding to help her was a big step, so she has made progress. Sort of. 
“What about David? He’s quiet, but nice, right?” She pointed to David who was standing with a group of people who all had drinks in their hands. She recognized a few of them from her classes, but she’s never spoken to any of them. 
“Sure. If you want a virgin to fuck you.” She turned to him, shooting a look. 
“You don’t know that.” 
“I do. Look at his fucking shoes.” 
“You cannot tell by his shoes.” 
“Yes, you can. Someone else.” 
She sighed, looking around again. She wonders briefly where Maya went to because she hasn’t seen her in a while, but she doesn’t think about it for too much longer because she spots someone else. 
“Tom! He’s cute, definitely not a virgin. And he’s really tall.” Harry chuckled, meeting her excited eyes. He would be so easy. 
“Do you want chlamydia? Keep looking.” Her shoulders dropped and she whined at him. 
“Harry. You pick someone then.” 
He scanned the crowd for maybe two seconds before shrugging at her like he was at a loss. 
“It’s too late now. Maybe if you told me two hours ago we could’ve found someone.” 
“But Harry.” 
“Yes, princess?” 
“I’m kind of sad now.” 
“Sad because you didn’t get dick? That’s hilarious.” She glared at him before walking off in the other direction. He’s not taking this seriously and only using it as an excuse to make fun of her. And it almost makes her want to cry, but she’ll save that for when she gets home. 
Her wrist was grabbed again and she shook it away. If it happens, it does. If not, she guesses she’ll be fine anyway. 
“(Y/N)—”
“I don’t want your help anymore!” 
“I’ll do it.” 
“What?” 
“I said I’ll do it. Since you begged me.” 
(Y/N) can’t believe she didn’t think of it first. It makes so much sense. She hasn’t talked to anyone else the entire night except for him and she knows him well enough. It would be perfect. All night she’d been searching for someone else when he’d been right here. 
“You’ll do it?” 
“Yes, (Y/N).” 
“Are you serious?” 
“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.” She hugged him again, squeezing him even tighter than before. She’s not sure why her first reaction is to hug him, it just is. When she pulled away, she tried to stop smiling at him, but it felt impossible. 
“So, what now?” 
(Y/N) followed Harry up the flight of stairs and down the hallway. It’s just like the movies. She feels like she should’ve gone to find Maya before going off with Harry, but she sent her that message earlier, so she probably thinks she left already. She did check her phone quickly, seeing that Maya did see her message and responded back telling her that she’d see her tomorrow morning. Which meant that Maya found somewhere to spend the night. 
He opened one of the doors and ushered her inside before shutting it behind him. It was dark until he flipped the light switch. The room was very personalized. There were posters, a bookshelf filled to the brim with books, clothes strewn throughout the room. It looked like an average room. The bed was made neatly and looked cozy. She felt a little weird being in someone else’s bedroom, but people do it all the time, she can’t worry about it. 
When she focused back on Harry, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, propped up on his hands, just watching her. 
“Are you fucking me or what?” She shushed him, rushing over to sit beside him on the bed. 
“You’ve got such a bad mouth. What do we do now?” She hates being so clueless, but she really is. She doesn’t want to compare this too much to movies and make things awkward, but that’s all she knows. 
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He said it casually and her face warmed for the nth time just tonight. 
“Uh, once. In high school.” He blinked at her before smirking. 
“Cute. I’m going to kiss you first and we’ll move on from there. Just relax and it’ll be fine.” She nodded. She could do that. It’s just kissing. She’s glad he’s starting out easy and taking his time.  
He wasted no time in planting his lips on hers. He grabbed her chin tightly, tilting her head the way he wanted before moving his lips against hers. She tried to keep up and make it as cohesive as possible, but then he introduced his tongue to the kiss and she didn’t know what to do anymore. She pushed him back by the shoulders, frowning. 
“I don’t know what to do when you do that.” He laughed, grabbing her hands that had been digging into her thighs and rested them on his shoulders. She knows he’s taking great pleasure in how oblivious she is. 
“You can touch me, you know.” 
“Oh. Okay,” Her touch on his shoulders tightened a little and she actually pulled herself closer to him, so their knees were touching. “Okay. I’m ready.” 
He leaned in to kiss her again and this time lasted much longer than the previous one. He switched between pecking her lips several times and longer kisses that made her feel like her head was spinning. She knew he would be good at it, but she never imagined that she’d already feel so hot from just kissing. He’s barely done anything and she’s feeling dizzy. His hand ended back around her jaw and he pulled away, shooting her a look. 
“Open your mouth up a bit for god’s sake.” She nodded, shutting her eyes again and just waiting to feel the brush of his lips again. She never thought that she could enjoy this as much as she is now. That kiss back in high school was nothing like this and she doesn’t think she’ll ever have a kiss that can compare to this one again. 
Then, his tongue came back into play and teased hers and licked into her mouth like he was absolutely wild for her. And she just took it all and enjoyed it. His hands finally started to roam her body. They ran down her arms to her waist and he pinched at her sides, making her pull away from him. She was ready to scold him when he reached under her thighs and easily moved her into his lap so her knees were on either side of his hips. She didn’t mind this either, she just didn’t expect it. 
“Oh. Okay.” 
“You’re too far away. This is alright, right? If not, it’s fine.” (Y/N) wanted the full experience. She’s never sat in anyone’s lap and here’s her chance. So, she shook her head and urged his mouth back to hers. 
Harry’s hands again went on another venture over her waist and hips and to the zipper holding her dress together. He tugged at it once, making her freeze and stop kissing him. 
“I’m not wearing a bra,” She blurted out, like she had to warn him before he unzipped her. “But go ahead. You can…you can touch me too. Anywhere.” 
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. And okay. Thanks.” This time, his lips trailed down her neck and she didn’t know she’d be so ticklish there. She immediately brought her shoulders up to stop him. 
“It tickles.” 
“I’m unzipping you now.” She felt her skin being exposed to the cool air the further down the zip went and she took a deep breath. It’s finally happening. She can’t wait to tell Maya in the morning. Once the zipper was pulled all the way down, she pulled her arms from the sleeves and tried not to think about what she was doing. This is the first time someone will see her naked and while she wanted to be normal about it, she’s not sure she can. 
“Um. Alright. Now what?” She waited for him to guide her, but he just sat there, staring at her. “Hello?” 
“I thought you were smart, (Y/N). Is all that in class for show then?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Take your dress off.” 
“Got it.” 
She moved off of him so she could get rid of her shoes and easily remove the dress. When it pooled at her feet, she felt her cheeks flush. She knows she doesn’t have to be nervous around him. He doesn’t care what she looks like, but it is a bit strange to be so vulnerable with all the lights on. She covered her chest, watching him take her in. He went from the top of her head to her feet before shaking his head at her. 
“And who exactly did you put those slutty panties on for?” Her jaw dropped, not having a response for him quite yet. “It wasn’t Evan, was it?” 
“Well, no. I just wanted to wear nice ones, so that—”
“So, what? You just knew you were getting fucked tonight, didn’t you?” He pulled her to stand in between his legs by her waist and then set his hands on her elbows. “At least admit to it. Now let me see.” 
(Y/N) decided to be brave and drop her arms. It’s not a big deal. She did wish he’d turn on the lamp in the room instead of the main overhead light. But still, she let her arms fall and watched his face light up. She figures that happens to every guy when they see boobs, so she doesn’t think much of it. 
“Okay. You’ve been staring for five minutes now. I have somewhere to be in the morning.” She lied, just trying to rush him a bit. She wants to get to the good part. 
“Oh, so now I’m not going fast enough for you? Sorry. Didn’t know you were the expert here,” She huffed, crossing her arms and cutting off his view. He pulled her arms right back down. “Don’t you do that again. Now. Can I suck them or not?” 
Again, (Y/N) is left with nothing to say. She wasn’t expecting that. She thought he would get naked too and then that would be that. She didn’t think he really wanted to take his time. 
“Uh, sure. I guess. I’ve never—” 
“I know, (Y/N). Relax.” 
He had her lay in the middle of the bed and then he climbed over top of her, still fully clothed. She let herself melt right into the bed as soon as his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. She didn’t mean to, but she grabbed his hair tightly, making him groan against her skin. 
“Sorry, sorry.” She loosened her hold and gently rubbed over his hair instead in apology. 
His mouth was relentless. She thought kissing was bad, but as soon as his wet mouth got a hold of her, she was trying to keep her back flat on the bed. She had no idea it could feel so good or that she was so sensitive there. She’s feeling a lot of things. A swirling is beginning in her stomach that she’s never really felt before and there’s the slightest tingle at the bottom of her spine. She wonders if that’s normal or if she’s just nervous. 
When his teeth grazed over her nipple, whether purposefully or accidently, she let out a noise she didn’t know she could make. Harry pulled away from her and smirked. 
“You can keep pulling my hair by the way.” He blew a cool breath over her wet nipple making her entire body break out in goosebumps before he switched to the other side. 
(Y/N) is just trying to keep calm. She can hear a bit of the music playing downstairs, so she’s trying to center her mind around that and not how good this feels. If she did, she might embarrass herself with the noises she’d make. 
He pulled away, this time using both of thumbs to rub over her nipples that have gone hard from his mouth on them. He watched her as he did, all with a grin on his face. She hates how smug he is, but it does feel good, she can’t ignore it anymore, so she’s not going to ask him to stop. 
His hands moved down to the thin strings of her underwear resting on her hips and he was just about to lean his face down to hover over the front of her underwear when she stopped him by gripping his hair. 
“What are you doing?” 
“I was just about to eat you out.” 
She paused. 
“Huh?” 
“I was going to bury my face in your pussy until you cried. What is so hard to understand about that?” He leaned on his elbows that were resting on either side of her waist. His hair is kind of messy now from her hands going through it, but he still looks so good. 
“Oh. I thought we would just do it already.” He made a face before shaking his head. 
“Do you know what foreplay is? Maybe you need to be studying instead of trying to get stuffed full on a Friday night.” He knew that he was embarrassing her. He had to. She whined at him, hearing him laugh at her again. 
“Fine. Foreplay. But what about you? Don’t I need to do something for you?” She’d rather shift focus onto him than her. She’s not sure about him eating her out. It probably does feel good, but she just wants to get right to what she came here for. 
“You could. I mean, I bet you’re dripping already. You could probably suck me off and we’d be fine. But don’t go telling your friends I don’t reciprocate because I actually enjoy it. So, just so we’re clear, you denied me, got it?” 
“Whatever. I get it. Now can I?” 
Harry had her kneel at the bottom of the bed on the floor and he sat above her, just watching as she shifted uncomfortably from time to time, feeling the stickiness in her underwear. More than she’s ever had before. She figures it’s from having another person there for the first time and him actually touching her. 
He removed his shirt first and threw it off somewhere in the room and that gave her plenty of time to ogle him. She knew he had more tattoos, but she didn’t know they looked like that. She had to squeeze her legs together to keep herself from doing something insane. Her thighs were sealed together under her and she was trying to take a few deep breaths as he pushed down his jeans, leaving him sitting on the bed in only a pair of briefs.
“You want me?” He set his hand over the slight bump he was hiding beneath his underwear and she just nodded, not having anything else to say. 
“Please.” 
“Look how fucking eager you are to get a cock in your mouth.” He chuckled, making her put her hands over her ears. 
“Can you stop being so vulgar?” 
“You’re telling me you can’t hear the word cock, but you’re about to have one in your mouth? Doesn’t sound right,” He rolled down the band of his boxers suddenly, just offering her a view of him. She knew he would be big. She just had a feeling. And not that she has anything to compare it to, but she knows that he has to be at least a little above average. “Never seen one before, huh?” 
“Well . . . I have, but not in person.” 
“You watch porn? Would not have guessed that one.” She flicked his knee. 
“No. It was an accident. A bad link or something. I don’t remember.” 
“I don’t buy it. You’re really fucking horny for someone who hasn’t had sex before.” She sighed heavily and rubbed her hands over her eyes. 
“I’m getting tired.” 
“Fine. Open up,” He guided himself in already half way hard, and when his tip went past her lips, he was groaning. He set his hand in her hair and carefully pushed more of himself into her mouth. Not enough to make her gag, but enough for her to have her mouth full. “Turns out your mouth is pretty useful, (Y/N), isn’t it?” 
All she could do was roll her eyes at him as she tried her best to do what she thought he wanted her to. 
“Less teeth, damn it. Trying to kill me?” 
She pulled off and frowned, leaning her forehead on his knee. 
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She wanted to try, she just didn’t know she’d be bad at it. 
“I know. It’s easy though. Just suck me like a lolly or something. Can do that can’t you?” 
“I think so.” He brought himself back to her mouth and she tried really hard to do what he said to do. It was kind of difficult because of the size of him, but judging by the sounds leaving his mouth, she’s doing something right. 
“That’s better, pet. Just like that. Feels nice.” She tried her best to do what she’d been doing, but he pushed her back, causing her to pout at him. 
“Harry.” 
“Use your hand now. I bet your jaw’s tired because I’m so fucking huge.” She scoffed before wrapping her hand around the base of him and letting him show her just how to touch him. When her thumb swiped over his slit, he was shivering. And she realized that she really liked him giving that reaction, so she brought her mouth back in. Just to suck the tip of his dick and move her hand over his shaft. He seemed to like that much better. 
“Shit. Good girl, (Y/N). You listen real well, don’t you? Look at you being so nice to me.” She liked the praise of course and wanted more of it, so she tried to push more of him past her lips again. She loved the feeling of the weight of his prick on her tongue. She can’t liken it to anything else she’s ever done, but she likes it very much. Enjoying the taste of him was something she wasn’t expecting either. He’s leaking into her mouth little by little and she’s licking up each small blurt of precum that leaves him. 
“You should—fuck. You should stop now unless you want me to cum down your throat.” 
While the idea of that sounded nice, she figures now isn’t the time. She pulled off of him and watched as he took a big deep breath in before looking at her directly in the eyes. Her hands wiped over her chin. She hadn’t realized how messy her mouth got in doing that, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. 
“Was that good?” 
“Shut the fuck up and get up here.” She scrambled from the floor and climbed into the bed. Laying her head back on the pillows, she found herself taking a moment to catch her breath. She’s here. She made it.
He climbed over her and kissed her right on the mouth. Shoving his tongue between her lips like he wanted to devour her whole. Her hands went to his back and her nails dug into his skin as soon as she felt his hard dick pressing against the inside of her thigh. 
“Harry. Please. I can’t anymore.” She muttered against his lips, putting her hands against his chest to push him back. He sighed, letting his body melt into hers. She didn’t mind him laying there, but she’s feeling so hot, she doesn’t think she can sit here like this for much longer. 
“So, you really came up here and thought I was just going to fuck you. No foreplay, nothing. And you’d be happy with that?”  
“It’s my first time. It doesn’t matter if it’s good. I just want it to be done.” He stared at her for a moment longer before tsking. 
“I didn’t know your standards were so low, (Y/N).” 
“Shut up and fuck me.” 
“Fine.” 
He leaned over into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a box of condoms. Something that totally slipped her mind. She’s glad he found some or they would’ve been screwed. He pushed his underwear off and sat up on his knees to slip the condom on. She’s squirming already, imagining how he’s going to feel inside of her.
“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” He stopped again, pulling her closer to him and spreading her thighs apart, leaving her out in the open. She shrugged at him. 
“Once.” 
“Once?” 
“Mhm.” 
“How?” 
“My fingers.” 
“Interesting,” His hands tore her underwear from her hips, down her legs, and he tossed them somewhere she couldn’t see. “Who knew you’ve been hiding this pretty pussy? Can’t believe you wanted to give it to Evan.” 
“Be quiet.” 
“What? You did.” 
“No I didn’t! He was the first person I saw tonight!” She gasped when three of his fingers swiped through her folds where she was already feeling so sensitive from not being touched yet. 
“Look at you. Dripping all over the bed and begging for me to fuck you,” He’s still not touching her the way she wants and she’s getting a bit impatient because she knows he’s doing it on purpose. “Calm down, will you? I have to stretch you out with my fingers or it’s not going to be much fun for you.” 
“Nothing about this has been fun, Harry.” She huffed, crossing her arms. 
“You’re a fucking brat, do you know that? Like you’re used to getting what you want or something. Stop rushing me or I’ll make you get dressed again and walk you home all while you’re aching for me.” 
“Sorry. Just…do whatever you have to do.” 
“God forbid I try to be nice for once. You’re so small, I don’t think I’m going to fit, even if I do stretch you out.” He laid over top of her again like he was thinking really hard about something. 
“That doesn’t actually happen.” 
“It can. You’ve never taken a cock before and since mine is so big, it might not fit,” She knows he’s messing around with her. Just another way to prolong this entire thing.
“You know, (Y/N). I’m not confident that you’ll be able to take me.” 
“I can. I…I will. I can take you, please, Harry. I need it.” Her hands gripped his shoulders again, pressing her nails into the skin. She can feel him smiling even though she has her face in his neck now. 
“Know you need it. So stop fucking crying and let me open you up a little bit, okay?” She settled back into the pillows again and watched as he found her clit immediately and rubbed over it with his thumb. Her back tensed, but she tried to relax as he continued making circles over her throbbing clit. 
“Harry…that’s so, so good.” She doesn’t know if she’s exaggerating it or not, but each roll of his thumb is sending shocks of electricity up her spine, making it really hard to keep herself still. She felt another one of his fingers run over her slit and she was almost crying by then. She knew this would be a good idea. She knew that Harry would know exactly how to make her feel good.
He started with just pressing one of his fingers inside of her. She heard him groan, but didn’t pay much attention to him because of the amount of pleasure she was in. Each thrust of his finger brushed a certain spot inside of her that’s never been touched before and it was as if she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking.
Another finger gave her just the stretch she needed. She knows that his fingers are thicker and longer than hers so he’s reaching places inside her that she didn’t even know existed. And if this is only what his fingers are doing, she can’t imagine what his cock is going to do. 
“You’re squeezing me so tight, (Y/N). You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” He’s watching her writhe around on the bed under him and despite how embarrassing that could be, she can’t even think about it. She’s completely here with him and nowhere else. Feeling with him and breathing everything in with him. 
And then it happened. Her second orgasm ever, but given to her by someone else. As soon as the ringing in her ears stopped, she tilted her head up and looked at him. 
“Kiss me?” 
He didn’t hesitate. His lips slotted to hers and he pulled himself further over her, letting her feel how hard he still is for her. And if she thinks about it too much, she realizes what that means. He must like her a little bit and not be as annoyed as he’s making himself seem. He pulled away after pecking her lips once more. 
“Ready for me?” 
“Yes, please.” 
“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?” 
“Sure, yeah.” 
“I mean it.” 
“I know.” 
He pushed inside of her, causing her to wince for just a second. She could handle it without making too much noise, but when he stopped, she was relieved that that was it. 
“Doing okay?” He met her eyes, looking her over. She guesses to make sure she’d be honest about what he asked, but she really was okay. Better than okay because she was finally doing it. 
“I’m perfect.” While it definitely wasn’t the most comfortable experience, she figures that that part will be over soon and it will start to get enjoyable. Or maybe that’s what happens the second time you have sex. She doesn’t know quite yet. 
“Well, I’m half way in, so—”
“That’s half?” She lost her breath for a second before gripping onto his shoulders even tighter. She’s not sure she has much more room for him. 
“I told you. You can take it. Need me to pull out?” Her arms wrapped around his neck suddenly, halting him from moving in the slightest. 
“No. Keep going.” He did as she asked and by the time he stopped again, her entire body was tensed up, just until she could relax and get used to him. 
“Relax, (Y/N). If you don’t relax, it’s not going to feel good.” 
“I’m trying. You’re so…big.” 
“Thanks. I know.” She scoffed, pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. He shifted so his mouth was hovered over hers. He kissed her once more before beginning to move. She couldn’t control the sounds coming out of her mouth anymore. It still didn’t feel amazing yet, but it was just different. The tingling turned into something a little more intense. Something that spread to every part of her body, making her feel like she was on fire. 
“Oh. Right there. Keep going, right there.” Just like his fingers had been before, his cock was brushing this spot inside of her that made it impossible to keep her eyes open. 
“You know. You’re not a virgin anymore. Congratulations.” His hand reached down and pulled her knee over his shoulder, opening her up even further and giving himself a new angle. He wasn’t going too hard, but as soon as he heard the noises she made from that, it was like he went faster. 
“That’s…Harry. Oh, Harry, please, I’m right there.” She was, but she knew that she might need just a bit more to push her over the edge. So, she reached down and rubbed over her clit herself, adding onto the insane amount of pleasure he was already providing her. 
“Just let go, (Y/N). I’m right there with you. Keep fucking squeezing me.” His face ended up in her neck and she felt his teeth sink into her skin and that was pretty much it for her. The sound that came out of her was one for the books. It was a mixture of his name and nothing else that made sense. All she knows is that it felt good and he was the one that did it. 
She held onto him as she came, feeling her legs shake and blinking the stars out of her eyes. He helped her lift her leg from his shoulder and then she was able to relax into the sheets under her. Harry didn’t move. He didn’t say anything either. He just laid there with his nose in her neck. 
“Are you okay?” 
“No.” 
“Why not? Was it not…good? I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m—”
“None of that. It was good and that’s the problem.” He muttered and she was confused, but wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he meant. 
“Why is that a problem?” 
“Because. Now I’m going to clean you up and since it’s almost fucking three in the morning, you’re going to shut up and go to sleep. Hear me?” 
“Yes.” (Y/N) has never spent the night in anyone else’s bed either. So, this will just be another thing she can check off her list. 
Harry did everything that he said he would and by the time they both cleaned up in the bathroom off of the bedroom and made it back to the bed, (Y/N) could barely keep her eyes open. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was on her way to sleep. 
“Goodnight (Y/N). Good job too.” She felt him press his mouth to the back of her neck and rest his arm over her waist. 
“Thank you for this, Harry. It means a lot,” She yawned, nuzzling her face further into the pillow under her head. “Wait. Whose bed is this?” 
“You just let me fuck you in it like a whore, why does it matter now?” 
“I guess…it doesn’t. I don’t know. I’m really, really sleepy and you’re really, really warm.” Her voice slurred a bit before she was sleeping. 
Harry knew he was doomed from the moment he saw her walk into the party. And then she was walking around so helplessly and wanted someone to show her the way. He had to. He’s glad that he was able to get to her before anyone else did, but now he’s royally fucked. 
Harry doesn’t think he’s going to be able to let (Y/N) go. 
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(Y/N) woke up feeling really warm. 
And she sighed, feeling so content. It was a Saturday and she had no plans other than to stay in bed all day and do nothing. She relaxed. 
But she remembered she wasn’t exactly in her bed, but in a stranger’s in the frat house. She sat up quickly, not expecting to see Harry, who she completely forgot about. She lost her virginity last night and it almost slipped her mind. 
Her hands came over her mouth and she tried to tone down her smile, but it was hard. She finally did it. 
He was still sleeping, so she figured to do what was best for the both of them and quietly slip out of the bed and leave before he woke up. If she didn’t do it, he would. 
She crept to the other side of the room where her panties were laying and slid them up over her hips before searching the room for her dress. It was right next to Harry’s side of the bed, so she tried to be as quiet as possible as he continued snoozing away, having no idea that she was planning on leaving. 
She wasn’t going to bother with putting her shoes on and tying them, so she picked them up, along with her socks and made her way to the door. She hopes it’s a quiet door and she can just leave without waking him and making things awkward. She thinks getting caught leaving might be worse than still being here when he wakes up. 
Right as her hand skimmed the door knob, his voice spoke up behind her.
“The fuck do you think you’re going?” 
She froze, shutting her eyes. This can’t be happening. She could pretend she didn’t hear him, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she turned to face him. 
He looked a bit tired, but she guesses it’s just from him having woken up seconds ago. His hair was messy and he’s sitting up now so he can look at her like she’s betrayed him or something. 
“Uh, nowhere?” 
“Why are you dressed then?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“(Y/N),” He sighed, like he was disappointed. “I know you don’t know much about how these things go, but sneaking out before I wake up is very mean. You’re supposed to stay right here and cuddle me until I’m ready to take you for breakfast. I thought you were polite.” 
She opened her mouth to say something, but she really didn’t know what. 
“Sorry?” 
“I know you are. Now get those clothes off and come back here,” She did as he said and when she got back under the covers, he pulled her right into his chest and sighed. “There.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know.” (Y/N) is almost certain that this is definitely not how these things go, but being back in Harry’s arms and warm again isn’t all that bad.
“I know, pet. Just go back to sleep. It’s too early.” She felt him press a kiss to her forehead, making her smile to herself. She almost hopes that this isn’t just a one time thing because she likes it too much. But she doesn’t want to get things twisted and end up being hurt because what they did was never serious. So, she’s just going to tread lightly, even though the way his thumb is gently rubbing down her spine feels much more intimate than anything she’s ever experienced in her life.
“Is this your bed?”
“Yes, (Y/N). Took you long enough.”
“Oh. Makes sense.”
“Does it? Go to sleep.”
It was quiet for maybe three seconds before (Y/N) thought of another question.
“This isn’t normal, right? I’m supposed to be leaving or something.” His hand caught her jaw and he tilted her head back until she was looking him in the eye.
“Shh. Doesn’t matter. Sleep and please know what the fuck you want for breakfast by the time you wake up.” She nodded, settling her head back on his chest when he let her go. Maybe the diner in town. They have really good pancakes.
Harry is beyond fucked. Sure, he didn’t plan to be, but now that he is, he’s not exactly upset about it. He’s always had the tiniest crush on (Y/N) now that he thinks about it. And last night just solidified it.
He’s fucked.
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At All Costs
Summary: The ruthless special agent reveals his other side when Y/n gets hurt in the field
Trope: Agent! Harry
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: mentions of physical violence, blood, mean harry, protective harry.
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The training facility was buzzing with agents who rushed back and forth in confusion and fear.
They’re not supposed to be gathered here, this is not where they meet up nor where they should be right now. But once the chief sends an order, no questions are asked.
They bumped into each other like scaredy cats and it was ironic considering all the strength training they were subjected to. The stamina and physical strength they yielded evaporated once he stepped into the room. He’s been stern since day one, only a fool would make eye contact with him or disobey his orders.
As the chief, authority, and discipline radiated off him but this time it was different. He appeared psychotic, murderous even.
No one wanted to stand before him and report what happened, the furrow between his eyebrows, and the clenching of his fists were enough to zip mouthes.
“What is this fucking shitshow?!” His furious voice echoed through the room as agents lowered their gaze to the ground.
It seemed like he was ready to rip off their heads one by one for the mess they made. His left hand was bandaged, showing a layer of blood beneath it. Sweat covered his forehead and his hair that used to be styled was now messy and all over his face.
His bulletproof vest was practically useless. No one would dare to aim their gun in his way; not even the enemy.
“Agent Styles, I—I c-an explain.” A voice sounded out in the back and everyone else moved to allow the ‘brave guy’ to come forward.
It wasn’t really about bravery. Agent Marks was in charge of assigning field agents and pairing them with each other. The order that was given to him by Agent Styles a few months ago regarding Y/n’s safety was heavily violated.
No one knew about the order except these two, and when Marks’ eyes met Harry’s raging ones; he realised he’d probably utter his last words right now.
“Explain what? How you fucked up and paired a little bitch that’s full of himself with Y/n?” He didn’t need to shout, the anger in his voice naturally made his tone higher and more violent.
“I’ll deal with him, sir.” Marks’ voice came out shaky. He tried to stand his ground but there was no escape from the humiliation he was being subjected to.
The room was completely silent. No one wished to breathe loudly, and they set their eyes everywhere except Styles’ direction.
“I already took care of him.” He spat, as drops of venom dripped with every word. His bandaged hand was proof of his deadly anger; let alone the traces of blood on his face and hands.
All agents and trainees in the room cursed their luck for being here at this time. No one expected this to happen and they definitely did not think Harry Styles was capable of caring for someone.
Agents got injured almost daily in the field. If it was a mess up, there would be a small lecture about it followed by intensive training but this? This incident turned Harry into a murderous man.
Y/n took a bullet in her left shoulder and was brought to the training facility since it was the nearest agents’ center. Her injury wouldn’t have allowed her to hold on till they reached the hospital, so Harry sent an order for the best medics to come here.
As soon as he heard the news, it was obvious that something was off. He’s a direct and stern chief, it takes him a few seconds to spew out orders for everyone. But once Y/n’s name was announced as the ‘fallen agent”, hell broke loose.
Stanley Browns was Y/n’s partner in this mission, they were given instructions to raid a drug cartel’s secret hideout, but when the mission went sideways Browns abandoned Y/n in the middle of being cornered by armed men.
It’s a miracle that she survived and managed to escape their trap, Harry’s heart clutched at the thought of her fighting for her life without him being there to help her.
Did she use one of his tricks that he taught her?
“Everyone out now!” A familiar voice shouted prompting everyone in the room to bump into each other as they fled away.
Harry was still standing, shooting daggers at Agent Marks who was already aware of the beating Stanley earned.
The news of how he almost met death spread faster than Y/n’s injury. A few agents found him after he ran away from the mission and handed him in to Harry who was seeing red at the time.
Over five men had to pull him away after he knocked Stanley unconscious. He just wouldn’t stop punching him, his face was unrecognizable and blood covered the ground beneath them. He may have survived, but will most likely never walk again. It took them a while to get Harry away from him as he kept shouting death promises.
The veins along his neck and forehead, his trembling hands, and his labored breaths were enough to make anyone avoid him. At this point, it was clear that Y/n’s injury was personal to him.
Zayn who ordered agents to leave signaled for Marks to do the same as Harry’s eyes darted to the hallway that led to the room Y/n is in.
“Go check on her.” Zayn’s hand patted Harry’s back who didn’t think twice before walking away.
The grip she had on him was insane, and he didn’t even realize it. He just acted on his first instincts when it came to her. There was nothing official between them, not even romantic gestures. It was simply angry sex.
Y/n had gotten into the program one year ago, she did not fear anyone, was full of herself, and challenged her superiors when she felt like it. At some point, Harry had to supervise her and he certainly didn’t like being talked back to.
Lectures and punishments didn’t work on her, he secretly admired her tough and cocky personality. It didn’t take him long to start admiring her body as well, and the rest was history.
No romantic feelings were involved, or so he thought. The fact that he almost killed a man for her did not really settle in. The same way he walked to the room she was in without thinking twice.
She was placed on a bed with medical cables attached to her body. Her shoulder was wrapped and Harry winced once he caught a glimpse of it.
He sat down on the chair next to the bed and buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t bear looking at her face that he searched for during training and stared at in secretive awe.
This should have never happened.
He didn’t want to think about her pain, how she might have wanted him to come for her, and he definitely did not wish to think about what would’ve happened if she wasn’t such a brave girl.
He had a reputation for being cold and strict, yet he felt like his throat was closing up because a girl who pushed his buttons was injured.
He might have gone a bit too far… but it’s nothing compared to the gestures he’s been doing recently, starting from ordering Marks to protect her.
“Don’t tell me you’ve gone all sad now.” Her voice made his head shoot upward only to find her forcing a weak smile.
He was up on his feet in a few seconds. “Are you in pain?”. He looked around like frantically for water and pain-killing pills.
“I already took some Harry.” Despite her injury, Harry’s actions were all she could hear about from the medics. Apparently, everyone was talking about it. The news was a natural pain relief, she never expected Harry to care for her in a million years. It was what she had secretly wished for, catching feelings for him was inevitable.
They were oblivious to the shift that occurred between them. More sex than usual, sleeping in each other’s bed and cuddling, sneaking between training, and most importantly kissing. Harry felt like a madman if he didn’t taste her lips for more than a day.
“I know what you did.”
“It was the right thing to do.” He replied automatically as he stared at her pale face.
“It’s always right or wrong for you.” She shook her head in disapproval.
“He caused this.” His hands gripped the bed rail tightly, he was once again reminded of his failure to protect her.
“Agents get injured all the time Harry.”
“You’re not any agent. You’re my fucking love.” His voice was shaky at the end and tears began to well up in his eyes.
Y/n gazed at him in shock, unable to process what he just confessed.
He loves her?
“I—“ He interrupted her by pressing his lips to her temple and cradling her face in his hands.
“Rest baby. I promise you this will never happen again. I’d rather die before it does.” He whispered , unbothered by showing his vulnerable side because he almost lost her.
“I can’t die without telling you that I love you.” Tears streamed down her face as he pressed one peck after the other to her lips.
“You also won’t have someone to disobey you during training.” She earned a vibrant chuckle from him that went straight through her heart. It was rare to see Harry Styles smiling and of course, it would be because of her.
“You know I only like it when you disobey me at certain times.”
“I guess my days of mischief are gone now.” She sighed dramatically as her fingertips held onto Harry’s.
“Oh no, how will you survive?”
“Kisses. Lots of them.”
“Then you will heal quickly little minx.”
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Kinkmas 🎄 № 1: Cockwarming
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summary: you kinda (not really) bet harry to ‘no nut november’ and its finally december 1st. 
word count: 2.8k
reading time: 11 min
content warnings: 18+,cockwarming (obviously), teasing, grinding, brief fingering, fluff, clingy reader (and harry tbh), desperate, passionate p in v sex, pet names (baby, lovie). 
a/n: Welcome to Kinkmas!
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You had told Harry it was a childish idea. But one thing about Harry, he was stubborn and hard-headed, and if you'd told him not to do something he was going to do anyway….well, he'd just commit to it ten times harder. And that's precisely what he did with No Nut November. 
He'd brought up the idea of participating directly after the two of you had some particularly mindblowing Halloween sex. You were giggling, wrapped up in one another, Halloween costume in pieces, still basking in your orgasm glow when you'd off-handedly joked how you couldn't believe you'd gone so long without sex like you'd grown accustomed to with Harry. He'd agreed, joking that he'd 'implode' without having you at least four times a week. Which led to you challenging him, lovingly calling him pussy whipped, and saying he couldn't last two days without you before he came begging for it. You know, because you've seen it before.  His record was actually three days. 
But still, if you think about it too hard, you'd realize that this, No Nut November, not having had sex with your boyfriend in a month, nonsense is all your own fault. You challenged him, and he swore to No Nut November because he's….Harry, meaning he also committed you to it as well, and now here you are. In bed, counting down the hours until December 1st. Literally. Minute by minute. And hour by hour. You've been trying to distract yourself with a book for the last hour, but you've not retained any of the words your eyes have been scanning despite flipping the pages. All you can think about is how Harry's barely touched you outside of light caresses and feather-light pecks to your lips. For. The. Last. Month. The material you were reading is by no means helping. All the talk of groaping, nipping, and ravishing. They seemed to be the only words you could pay any attention to. 
While you have made your disdain for Harry's unnecessary commitment known, Harry has seemed to be unphased by it all. It was your favorite thing about him and your biggest pet peeve. He was always so nonchalant. About everything, except you! Usually, at least, but much to your surprise, he's been able to contain himself and even turned down your many attempts to break his silly vow early this month. You were disappointed, and it may have led to an even deeper conversation that the two of you needed to have when it came to your relationship with sex and your sex life. And while you were grateful that this silly bet could be a vehicle for you to have that conversation, you were ready for it to all be done. You looked over at the clock on Harry's bedside table. 
One more hour. Forty-five minutes, to be exact.  
Harry was still in the bathroom, going through his nightly routine and trying to get a grip himself. Harry had been strong for 29 days, nearly 30 days. He could make it one more night. But, as Harry wraps the floss around his fingers, he tries to remember why he agreed to do this in the first place. To prove a point, he's sure. What point? He couldn't think of anything else but you to think of a decent answer. But he's noticed. How you've been huffing around the house all month, but especially today, hoping he'd break on the last day and give you what you've been desperate for. How you've been glancing at the clock every forty-five minutes since the sunset. How - 
"Harry, come to bed, will you?" your voice carries into the en suite from the bedroom. He can't help but smirk. You've been slightly whiny all day, all week, really, and he found it so fucking endearing. Knowing that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You'd deny it, but this arrangement the past month has been a fun challenge for you. He knows how much you enjoy being teased, and this month has been nothing if not one giant tease.  
So, not wanting to drag out your misery any longer, Harry rushes through the rest of his routine and comes to the doorway, leaning against it, smiling at you and your book, cuddled under the covers. 
"How's the book?" He asks. He always asks. 
"Meh. It's okay, not as good as the first one." You rush out, place your bookmark, and close the pages. You put it on your bedside table, turning off your light, leaving only the lamp on Harry's bedside table to illuminate the room. You pat his spot next to him, a slight pout on your lips when he doesn't budge from his spot leaning against the doorframe. "Harry….come on, bedtime. I'm exhausted." 
"Alright," he chuckles, pushing off the doorframe, "you just remember that." He says, peeping the cute set you'd decided to go to sleep in tonight. It was a silk baby blue, matching set that you'd just bought on a Cyber Monday sale. You figured it'd be the perfect thing to wear to break your temporary celibacy. 
"Remember what?" you question oh too innocently, through a yawn, your eyes already closed. 
"It's bedtime. Emphasis on bed." He flicks off the lamp on his bedside table and slides into bed in his spot behind you. You notice it after a few moments once he's comfortably tucked behind you, an arm around your waist. And you can't help the proud smirk that creeps onto your face. 
Your plan worked! 
You knew that the new set you'd put on, plus a few pouts, would get him hard…..he was almost too easy. So you allow yourself to wiggle around, to 'get more comfortable,' and be positive that you'd feel a grip around your hip, telling you to "be still, and go to sleep." It had happened so many nights this month, but not tonight. His tight grip is there tonight, but it's encouraging your movements. You let out a short gasp, biting your lower lip when you feel Harry's lips on the back of your neck. 
"I thought it was bedtime." you tease.
"It is. I just…..I was thinking…" he mumbles between kisses to your neck and shoulder and nibbles your earlobe.
"...yes.."
"What if I just slip inside. That's not cheating, is it?" 
"It's the last day." you giggle, wanting so badly to give him a taste of his own medicine but quickly losing any remnants of self-control with his lips doing wonders on your neck.
"Exactly, it would suck to come all this way to lose on a technicality, wouldn't it? So what do you think, Lovie? Did we still finish the challenge if I just - put it inside ya? Just missed you wrapped around me, baby." Now it's Harry who's whining, hand tight on your hip, grinding your ass down into his hardening cock. 
You have half a mind to turn him down. After all the struggle you've been through this month, just for him to want to give in on the last day? But he feels so good pressed against you, and his lips are so soft pressed against that spot on your neck that gets you every time. His voice grounds you back down to earth before you can get too lost in the feeling. 
"Baby…" 
"This was your idea," you say earnestly.
"You dared me." 
"I did no such -" Just then, he nipped at your neck before sucking on the sensitive skin under your ear, "No, I didn't. You're just a brat." you giggle, throwing the nickname right back at him…for once. 
He pinches your side with a groan. "Don't be mean. I'm in need here, baby. Come on." He continues his work on your neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach. After a few moments, though, he's had enough and taps at your hip, signaling you to turn over. You allow him to flip you on your other side, facing him, his lips instantly catching yours. He slots his throat between your thighs, bringing your hips to grind down onto the flexed muscle of his thigh. You can't help but let out a moan of relief that slips from your lips into Harry's mouth, which he swallows for you happily. 
You allow your hands to twist into his curls at the nape of his neck, racking your nails down his scalp, pulling him closer. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you press yourself even further into him, your hips moving on their own accord now. 
"You sure you want to - wanna give up." you taunt, nipping at his bottom lip. 
"I. don't care. Need you. Please." 
In that moment, you realize that all he needed to do was beg. All he ever needs to do is beg, and you are absolute putty in his hands. 
You pull back from his lips just a few centimeters, leaning your forehead on his. But Harry was starved, chasing after your lips with his, nipping at your lips. 
"Please, baby." 
It was unnecessary, now. Harry's begging. You were already going to give him what he wanted, but the prayer rolling off his lips still makes your stomach flip. 
"S'not cheating." you rush out before crashing your lips to his once again, eating his moans. 
Suddenly, the two of you are a mess of limbs, trying to rid each other of your clothes. Granted, it was just your silk sleep set and his boxers, but the two of you refusing to separate lips made things much more difficult. Once you were both rid of the barriers, Harry rolled on top of you, burying himself in your shoulder, running his nose up your neck, nipping his way up, and moving his hips into yours. He lets out a hiss as his tip nudges at your clit, wet with your arousal from grinding down on his thigh.
"Fuck, baby." he takes his hand from your hip, snaking it between you two, "Gotta get you ready for me, okay?" He moans, leaning his forehead on hears, with a sweet peck to the pout that's made its way to your lips when you realize what he is doing. 
"Harry - just -" 
"It's been a month. You're not changing my mind, hey. Look at me." He says, nudging his nose to yours, "I'm right here. You just relax and take what I give you. Got it?" when you nod, without a word, he slips one of his thick fingers inside. "Got it?" 
"Mhm. yeah. Sorry." you moan, curling yourself into Harry's neck. 
"It's okay. Just relax; gotta fit me in there, yeah?" Harry coos at you, skillfully working his finger in and out of you. "Talk to me, baby. Missed you too much." 
"Missed you too, Harry -" You force yourself away from him enough to turn your head towards him to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "Missed you so much, you have no idea." you plead, "Please, more." You whimper, rolling your hips into his hand, and he obliges, slowly pushing in a second digit. 
"What do we say?" 
"Thank you," you whine out, rolling your head back on your pillow, allowing Harry the room to mark up your neck like he's been waiting for all month. 
"And, Lovie?" 
"Hmm." you hum, blinking up at Harry. 
"No coming," he smirked down at you, one hand between your legs and his other arm propping himself up on his elbow. You huff at him but nod your understanding, turning yourself into his neck for comfort while his fingers work you open. "There, you go, baby." He coos as he feels you relax on his fingers, making him want to add a third just for…safety. And he does, enjoying the cute noises bubbling up your throat with each drag of his fingers. "You're doing so good, baby. You think you're ready for me?" 
You nod frantically, rolling your hips up into his hand to convince him. "Yes, always ready. Please." 
He plants a deep kiss on your lips, pulling his fingers out of you, swallowing your moan in protest. He pulls away, licking his fingers clean, before maneuvering himself back, hovering over you. Harry grabs ahold of himself at the base, allowing you to roll your hips up, your clit rubbing up and down the tip of his cock.  
"Shhh, baby. I'm gonna give it to you but remember, I'm just - fuck - just filling you up, okay. Gotta stay still, I'm okay?" He huffs, nipping at your jaw, placing kisses anywhere he can reach. 
"Yes. Please, Harry, just -" 
"Stay still, baby," he smirked, holding your hip into the mattress. When he's satisfied with your limited wiggling, he slowly runs his tip up and down your folds a few times, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside, inch by inch. "Oh, Lovie." he groans into your mouth, "Missed you so much." he licks at your bottom lip, begging for entrance, wanting to be wholly consumed with you, and you allow him to be. When he's fully seated inside, you tighten your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being so full. The heaviness of him, how deep he was. It was heavenly. You enjoy his lips, kissing, and his teeth nibbling, his voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Enjoying the feeling of Harry. And with his lips working magic all over? You weren't sure how much longer you could just allow him to be in you without him being in you.  
"Harry," you whine, "Please move." 
"I can't." 
"Yes, you can," you grumble, shifting your hips up to meet his, just for him to hold you back down. 
"Stay still," he begs, now because he's losing his resolve and his slow ability not to finish inside you, with the way you're wrapped around him, rolling your hips and squeezing - but he's made it far. He can't give up now, not when he's so close - god, is he already tight? Just from being buried in you for a couple of minutes? You are quite literally fluttering around him, but still, he shouldn't - 
"No. Harry, look. You can move - look." you insist, turning your attention to the alarm clock on his bedside table. 
12:02 AM
In blinking red numbers. 
"This stupid bet is over, please, Harry - oh." 
He only hesitated a split second, trying to wrap his mind around what his eyes were seeing. But once it clicked. It clicked. And his hips seemed to be on autopilot, the way they slowly and sloppily rolled against yours, quickly coming up with a pace that worked magic for you both as he ground his pelvis into your clit. 
"Fuck, baby - you feel so fucking good." He moans, leaning his forehead against yours, your head cradled between his forearms. "I missed you so much." 
"I missed - I missed you too." you barely get the words out before you feel it creeping up on you, the tightening in your belling and tingling at the base of your spine. "I'm -" 
"I know, baby, me too. Shit." He hisses, kissing down your neck, speeding up his hips. You wrap your fingers in his hair, giving it an encouraging tug that you know he always appreciates. To which he groans in your neck, and you revel in it. You're so close that your skin starts to prick with heat, and all you can sense is Harry. "Come with me. Please, Lovie." Harry begs, so you do. 
You come with a bright white light flash behind your lids, your eyes snap shut, and you hold onto Harry as he holds onto you, groaning into the juncture between your shoulder and neck, biting his own lip. 
A few moments later, you're still on cloud nine. You're floating, weightless, as Harry cleans up the mess between your legs, not before admiring at first, though. 
"You are such a freak." you giggle, swatting Harry away and closing your knees together. "Clean me up or let me do it, but please don't -." 
"Don't, what? I like seeing the mess I've made." He smirks. You roll your eyes as he opens your legs and begins work cleaning you up. 
"Thank you," you murmur through a yawn. Already drawing the covers over you. Harry cleans himself off, tossing the rag on the floor to the foot of the bed, promising to put it away in the morning. 
"Sorry, by the way. Didn't mean to make the first time we had sex in a month a quicky." he chuckles, climbing into bed with your wrapping himself around your naked form. "I don't know what I expected to happen, though. Don't let me do that again." He sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek. 
"Never." 
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Can we get y/n as a total book worm and Harry just finding it so adorable and loving that about her and teasing her and recreating cute scenes from romance books with her
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Head in a book
I wish I could say I was a bookworm but in fact the only things I read are on tumblr🥲
Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of book tok😭fluffy as!!☁️
Pairing: Harry x quiet!y/n
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Y/n appreciated a quiet life, the small moments were a huge thing to her, the smell of freshly baked bread, picking flowers, watching the stars n all.
So when her boyfriend is the most biggest popstar, surrounded by loud music, screaming fans, and flashy cameras, everyone thought the couple wouldn’t work out, oh how they were so wrong.
After loud music, flashy lights, the screams and chants of millions of fans, Harry learnt that quiet and peaceful moments were better shared with y/n, he didn’t just love her, he adored her and everything she did.
She was the quiet rain in the darkest of nights.
It was a common occasion that Harry would come home to y/n absolutely nose deep in a book on the sofa, he loved watching the way she would get totally immersed in the story and endorsed on the character’s behaviour and thinking process.
Well tonight was no different, the time neared 6:45pm and Harry was out of the studio relatively early, he walked into there shared home, before he could look around he could sense something wasn’t right, the lights were all off, normally y/n would have various candle scents lingering in the atmosphere and the sound of her playlist would be faintly heard in the background.
He toed off his shoes and released his belongings by the door (making a mental note to clean it up later)
And walked through to there shared living room, y/n was bundled on the sofa with a grey faux blanket covering her, her hoodies hood was covering her hair and her eyes looked red and defeated.
Alarm bells are immediately going off in Harry’s mind, and he’s quick to act.
“Hey you, what’s happening?” He asked gently asked, swiftly sitting down next to her, leaning back and gently tapping her arm enough to signal ‘come here’
“Harry? Didn’t even hear you come home” she said voice a little wobbly, she joined his side, lounging her legs across his lap and resting her head on his chest.
“S’okay, what happened my love?” He asked softly into her hair, allowing his hand to slowly trace gentle circles on her back.
“Well” she started
“You know the book i was close to finishing?” She sniffs.
Harry begins to slightly relax at the fact it may not be as serious as he anticipated.
“I do m’love” he smiled
“Well because, it wasn’t a good ending at all” she begins to tear up again and snuggle her head further into his chest.
He mainly chuckles out of relief that it wasn’t anything ‘real’ and ‘serious’ he continues to hold her and press kisses to her hairline.
“I’m sorry to hear that m’love, wanna speak about it?” He’d gently ask.
As she begins to tell him the tragedy of the protagonists death and the failing love story between characters, even if truthfully Harry had no idea, he loved listening and taking in what she had to say.
“It sounds like such a beautiful story though my love” he said, trying to amp the spirits up.
“Mhmm” shes hum against him, the rest of the night was filled with cuddles and a lazy dinner together.
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It was a few weeks later and now y/n had got on to some new books, she was never without one.
One evening when y/n was sitting up reading in bed, and Harry was in there shared en suite getting ready for bed, y/n had an idea, that would send not only her but many girls around the world into a frenzy.
Before he finished up she sent up her phone discreetly on her beside table and began to work her magic.
“Harry!” She called
Lucky for her, timing was great, he emerged from the bathroom and was about to head out to the bed.
“Stay right there mister” she smirked
A confused smile crossed his face, at her instructions but he did as she said.
“Babe-?” He chuckled lowly.
“I’ve just been reading here” she said holding up her book
“And it says here: “with arms holding him up he leant against the doorframe admiring the girl in-front of him” “ she recites from the paper.
Rolling his eyes already knowing what she was gonna request.
“So if you could please, show me your best doorframe lean, I’d be very happy” she smiled as she put the book in her lap and leaned back against the headboard.
His famous smirk flashes at the girl
“Y’want me, to lean against the doorframe?” He chuckles.
“Basically, but like- in a really romantic and heroic way, y’know” she giggles.
Y/n can practically see Harry think of how he’s gonna do this.
“M’kay, I need you to c’mere then” he calmly requests.
“Harry, just do it!!” She blushes, she’s also thinking of how thankful she is for the 5 minute feature on TikTok!
“Will, just come here” he laughs, he walks over and takes both of her hands and guides her to the place he wants which is right by the doorframe but far enough.
When satisfied with were the both at, harrys left arm lifts up and due to his height sits just above the top door frame, already y/n found her self flustered, and with his right hand he held her face and pulled her in for a sweet kiss on her lips, while still holding the “doorframe leaning position”
She pulls away flustered and blushed up,
“You did not just do that” she laughs as she stares at him.
“No Harry, I know the fuck you did not do that” she states, her eyes still wide and her mouth curling up into a big smile.
The smirk of satisfaction crawled up on his face as he managed to to fluster up his girl, despite nearly 5 years of being together.
Remembering the iPhone camera pointing in there direction, she quickly turned on her heels to stop it, at the realisation of she’s been filming them hits Harry and it’s now his time to go red.
“You cheeky thing” he says going up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kept his chin on her shoulder as they watched the video they just made together, sharing laughs and smiles.
“Fuck sake” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple and getting into his side of the bed.
She presses post and couldn’t wait to see what everyone had to say tomorrow, she joined in the bed next to him.
“Safe to say girls are gonna be having a field day with that one” she laughs.
“Where did you learn that stunt from anyway?” She giggled leaning in to his side.
“Well baby” he started.
“When your girlfriend is obsessed with books and romance novels you do learn a few tricks along the way, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t read a few of your stuff” he nonchalantly pointed out.
Her eyes light up again.
“Really? You have?” She excitedly asked
“Mmmhmm, I got say y’got good taste” he shrugs.
“If you want recommendations just say”
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Late Night Talking. On Film.
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Hiii! I’m new here :)) 🫶🏼
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Deals
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A drunk, mindless deal with your boyfriend gets you a lot more than you had bargained for.
Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. College AU. Dom/Sub dynamics. This is bdsm. Spanking. Pain kink. Punishments. Bad marks. Harry is a good bf. Also a damn good dom. Tying up. Vibrations. Mocking. Condescension. Lemme know if I missed something.
Fic library us @chaashnifics
"Let's make a deal then" faint traces of smoke blew out from Harry's lips, dusting your face softly as the stench intoxicated you even futher. Your hands clung to his shoulders, his arms resting on your hips and keeping you tethered to his body. Your drunken body didn't have much coordination, almost entirely resting your weight on him, your fingers itching towards the bandana wrapped around his forehead as you puckered up your lips, asking for a kiss.
"We're not having any deals. C'mon, let's take you home." Harry relented, dropping his lips over yours and smooching some of your lipgloss off, the cigarette in his breath making you drowsier. You pushed him away suddenly, swaying before settling yourself and squaring your back in an attempt to reach in level with your lanky boyfriend's eyes, pouting and kicking at a stone when you realized you couldn't.
"We're having a deal. You're a chicken." You screeched sloppily, not paying any heed to the fact that you were super close to your dorm building and the wardens could come and shout at you any second. You were too drunk and your boyfriend too damn cocky for his own good.
Harry chuckled, pushing his hands into his pockets and leaning into your space as you blinked and tried to recoordinate yourself, the sudden sweep with which he crowded your personal space leaving you a little intimidated. It didn't help that the dim lights around seemed to converge into the crystal pools that were his eyes and -fuck- you must be too damn drunk if you were thinking of that.
The hand resting on your shoulder travelled across your collarbones, sliding your tresses back and cuffing around your nape, his grip firm and grounding. Your squirming stopped, a faint cloud of lust beginning to coagulate in your eyes and in the pits of your stomach, your sweaty fingers suddenly itching to slide down your boyfriend's v-line. Were you supposed to be striking a deal moments back? You couldn't care less.
Apparently, Harry was interested now. Still cupping your neck, he drew you closer to his face, his thumb moving up to your lips and ghosting over its curve, resting on your cupid's bow. Slow as he could, he slid the pad of it down, the tip of his smoke dusted finger dipping into your mouth before he pulled your lower lip down, breathing out some smoke directly into your mouth.
"How much have you studied for tomorrow's test, huh?" He questions, an eyebrow raising up as he leans closer, the ends of his curls tickling the sides of your face. You blink, a little confused, before your eyes light up.
"A lot-" you state confidently. "Syllabus wise at least. I had these chapters under my belt from the start." You didn't know why you felt the need to add that, but Harry chuckled, almost scorningly, and your eyebrows crumbled in confusion, pushing at his chest.
"What?" You pouted, your words loud enough to make you wince. Harry remained unbothered, too used to your drunken antics to act surprised.
"Practice baby, have you practiced?"
You blinked, stepping back defensively. "I don't need to. I'm smart enough."
Harry chuckles, bringing another cigarette to his mouth and tucking it between his lips. He signalled to your pockets, a silent demand for you to pull out the lighter he had handed you. You rolled your eyes and clicked it open, lighting the roll for him. "Getting cocky isn't gonna get you anywhere." You chided, shuffling the lighter in your hands.
Your boyfriend just watched you with a piercing stare, each second igniting you a little more. Harry took a deep drag, pulling out the cigarette, his smoke laced words whispered right over your face. "And being a smartass isn't getting you the scores."
"Wanna bet?"
"Ofcourse."
"You know I've been preparing this for longer than you " You cocked an eyebrow at your suddenly dismissive boyfriend like he was a little too sure he would win this easily. It unnerved you a little but you weren't phased. He could win. In his dreams.
"Alright. We'll see how much you get after all this partying." He slung an arm around your waist, sweeping you over in the direction of the dorms.
"Wait wait wait." You staggered to a stop, pulling Harry to a sudden halt with you. You stumbled for a second, your boyfriend flipping you both around so his shoulder hit the compound wall instead of yours.
"Careful woman," he huffed, blowing out some smoke as he flexed his arm. "What happened now?"
"What do I get when I win?"
The exasperated crease melted to a conniving smirk. His hand wrapped around your throat, flipping you around again and backing you up against the wall by your neck, a wicked smirk on his face. "You get to use me. All you want."
And just like that, you were mirroring his smile.
"But if I win," he placed the cigarette between your lips, his thumb digging into your chin as you took in a controlled puff, your pussy wet and needy. "I get to do whatever I want with ya."
It was all too easy for you to agree. What would he do, tie you with his bandana? Pull you into one of the classrooms and bend you over a teacher's desk? Fuck you with his fingers when you were in a frat party? Been there. Done that. And you were certain you would win, so you did not bother much. You were too busy ripping off his jacket and tee, unzipping the chain of his tight pants as you both stumbled up the stairs, your bra pulled out from under your shirt, your body already marked with his bruises.
You should have probably thought the bet through.
Ofcourse, being a smartass isn't always enough. Being a oversmart-ass and striking a bet on something as unpredictable as exam scores wasn't your brightest moment, but now it was done.
You were fucked.
You rubbed a drop of sweat lining over your brow- you need to relax- this was a class test, these scores do not affect your credit scores. You huffed, shutting your laptop and glaring at the desk like it had done something seriously wrong to you. You dared not look at your boyfriend, who had been sitting by your side all through this while, his score clearly more than yours.
Talk about being fucked.
Having exhausted your stock of mental pep talk, you had shamefully turned to your boyfriend, a pout etched in your lips and a frown cemented in your eyes, ready to acknowledge that- fuck- you should be partying a little less and focussing a lot more on your classes.
Harry's hands stopped you before you got a word out, strong hands wrapping flush around your waist and pulling you snug to his torso, the droning voice of your professor be damned. You pressed your fingertips onto the fluffy material of his sweater, burrowing your neck into his chest as he cradled you delicately, no signs of mocking or contempt anywhere in his body language. He muttered some sweet nothings into your ear all through the class, promising you this wouldn't affect your credits and that you would be doing better soon. After class he brought you a big tub of ice cream sundae, and he even let you steal his bandana, smiling that sweet dopey smile when you littered kisses all over his face and chin, holding him like he grounded you.
He definitely did. You sometimes wondered what you would do without Harry. In your current predicament, you would probably be sitting in your dorm room, your face pressed to your pillow, your frustrated screams diffused into the fluffy material of your blankets, your tears dripping all over. Maybe you would turn into the sinister cat lady with a wine addiction and body traps littered all over your garden ten years earlier than normal, if you didn't have your sweet sweet boyfriend. Snorting, you decided you would cook him some nice pasta as a thank you for saving you from that, his apartment building just in sight.
It was still some minutes to five thirty, the time he had called you over so you both could study and just hang, and you were proud of yourself for making it in time- oh, even better- earlier than usual. So you skipped up the steps, cheerfully greeting the cranky middle aged dilf who was smoking a joint in the gallery, determined to fix this grand mess you had made out of your academics.
You had totally forgotten about that damned bet you had made under the expense of drunk bravery. Because you were an idiot, who lived a little too much in the moment. The whole premise of 'you can do whatever you want to do to me' had completely slipped your mind till you found your boyfriend sitting on the soft, tattooed arms crossed behins his head and legs propped on the table which had endured more than enough if the two of you already, cigarette in hand, the annoying smug look all over his face.
That's when you knew this wouldn't be one of your regular 'study sessions'.
Cause however kinky and risque you might be, you cannot classify being bent over someone's lap, naked and reciting answers with a stinging ass while being casually degraded as 'normal'.
Clearly, when you had stepped it, you should have known. Harry didn't look like he was in the mood to fuck around, and as determined as you felt, you were also under this cocoon of love and warmth he had showered you with all through the afternoon.
So the first command of "strip" had you blinking, confused almost. Harry watery smile, the throb of that vein down his neck, that pulled you out of the momentary 'dumb-drop' you had descended into, your mind rolling back to that night, your smug words and that bet ringing fresh. Harry's sultry words rang in your ears as you, much to your chagarin, follwed his command just the next instant, his sweetened accent housing the sultriness that had you tremble, knowing he would use you plenty tonight.
"Don't make me repeat myself again, baby girl. Strip. Do it slow. I want to be nice and hard when you're bent over my lap."
And here you were. All your clothes folded and kept in Harry's bedroom- the little freak would 't ket you kick them aside, when you wwere all naked and throbbing between your thighs in anticipation, he asked you to fold them up and walk over to the other side of the apartment, to place it in his bed.
"Would be easier for you to find 'em, babygirl."
Fuck him.
"Now for the rules of tonight," he started, large hands running down the curve of your back, slowly feeling up your ass as you adjusted your position, your hands pressed to the cold floor as Harry remained perched at the edge of the couch. "We'd be going through the paper- every single question." His hands cupped your jaw, thumb caressing your lower lip, smearing your saliva all over your mouth when you attempted to suck on it. "You attended the discussion didn't ya? Let's see how much attention you pay that day."
Fuck. Does he really expect you to remember that?
Definitely not. Which is why you were here in the first place.
"If you get it right, babygirl," your boyfriend continued, hand sliding between the crack of your ass and hovering right over your weepy cunt, a long finger diving through your folds as you closed your eyes and moaned, "you get rewarded."
The darkening of his voice got a chill jolt down your spine, your nerves flaring. "And if you get 'em wrong," the hand landing on your oussy shouldn't have shocked you so much but you grunted out in disbelief, staggering forward only to be held in place by his arms. "You get punished."
And thats where it all began. Hands which caressed your cunt and backside as he read out the questions from his laptop, your inability to answer getting you harsh smacks on your backside, each mistake costing you five spanks and a ton of degradation, each tut leaving you squirming for more."
"Question 3, wasn't it the easiest in the whole paper?" His hand lands on the curve where your ass meets your thigh, sending you forward before its pair laced around your throat, tilting your head up so he could look into your teary eyes, his smug face and condescending glare leaving you whimpering.
"What is it that you know here, baby?" He squeezed the sides of your neck, hand landing on your ass again. "What do you say now?"
"Uggh," you whimpered, heaving before mumbling out, "sorry daddy. I didn't know."
"You didn't?" He narrows his eyes fake sympathy bleeding through his words as his hand landed on the same asscheek twice, the other going to knead your breasts before taking its place back around your throat, the tips of his fingers pressing to the underside of your jaw. "That makes you such a bad little girl," he murmurs, brushing his lips tenderly on the side of your head as he landed the remaining two spanks for this particular question, grabbing theat cheek harshly till you rolled out the words he had instructed you to repeat after each five spanks.
"Thank you for punishing me, daddy. Would- fuck-" he probed your hole a little, leaving you cursing him out and clenching around nothing the very next second. "Make sure to prepare the next time."
That dark chuckle had you trembling right at the edge, a burning backside and bruised throat only aggravating your horniess as you tried to rub against his thigh, his ring covered hands trailing all over your skin, mapping you, tracing every dip and crevice, every stretch mark and line. He grabbed your hair, twirling it around his fist and pulling a silent command for you to pucker up your lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth and kissing you deeply right after.
He pulled you up, scooping you in his arms and kissing you softly, caressing your breasts and neck before he grabbed them harshly again, the softness diffusing from his tone to a more ardent, serious one.
"You see that mirror there, baby girl?" He pointed it out for you, pinching and twisting your nipple while his lips ran over your, words slowly whispered into the shell of it like you were some dumb baby who needed everything explained in details. "You'll go over there, spread your legs and wait for daddy. Is that okay, babygirl?"
"Are you fucking insane?" You actually whined out, shaking your head in a no. Your ass was on fire, how could he expect you to sit that way?
His eyes darkened, the hold on your nipple loosening before he was pulling away, face schooled into a frustrating neutral. What? Wouldn't he do something? Or would he leave you high and dry for the rest of the evening, just ask you to-
The hand crashing against your cheek got you face snapped to the side, a burning sting forming there and flowing all the way down your neck, one of Harry's hands around your throat, the other buried in your hair, his furious eyes burning right into yours. "What did you just say, babygirl?" His words holding so much condescension and meanness he had you trembling and your pussy dripping out right on his thigh.
"Sorry daddy- fuck-" you whimpered, grinding on his pants, your breathing low. "Didn't mean that?"
"Oh really?" He mocked, pressing his fingers into your jugular, angry red lips biting over your earlobe.
"Didn't. Sorry,"
"But you meant to get wet- drip all over m' thigh like a drooly lil' kitten, didn't ya?" The hold on your hair tightened, pulling you backwards, your eyes snapping open. "Didn't ya?" Harry seethed, jaw clenched, eyes full of darkened lust as he watched you get off on his thigh.
"Yeah I did," you moaned, throwing your head back, rocking your hips and taking all the friction you could, his thighs soaked and your legs quivering as his lips danced all over your neck, sucking those bruising marks.
"What's your colour?" This was Harry. The timbre of his voice changed, care and caution dripped into his velvety words as you humped his leg, so so close to what you needed from the moment he had asked you to strip and give him a show.
"Green. Fucking green." You sobbed out, arching your back as you almost tipped over the edge, and the next instant you were being picked up and pinned to the couch, your annoyed yelp falling on deaf ears as you faced Harry's shit eating smirk.
"Then be a good girl and go sit your ass in front of the mirror." He caressed your face that he had slapped, pushing a thumb into your mouth before you could let out the curses dancing on the tip of your tongue, absolutely furious for your robbed orgasm.
And that's how you got in here, in front of the mirror, Harry's bandana wrapped around your wrists, which he had twisted behind your back, your breasts thrust out and thighs spread open, ass burning and pussy dripping.
The worst part was you could see just how horny and needy you were, and so could Harry, who was sitting on the couch right behind you and completing his fucking assignment- what an idiot?
Curse you for being so needy and enamored by this fucking moron.
He finished fairly quickly though- something told you he didn't even have anything to do in there, he just wanted you to remain frustrated and needy, and drip down on the floor for him. Harry walked over to you, eyes on your reflection, his hands rising and clamping over your shoulder, sliding down your bound hands to your waistline, curling over your stomach and descending down to your pussy. He cupped it torturously slow, his fingers just grazing your dripping folds, scooping up some of your slick on his palm.
The palm, which came back up embarrassingly set with your juices, was then held right below your face, Harry's silent command ringing in your ears. Face heated up and pussy gushing, you pressed the flat of your tongue on his palm, lapping up your own juices and licking it clean.
"Good girl," he kissed your neck, cupping your boobs from behind, traces of his fingers branded on your skin as he began kneading and pinching again, tipping you backwards so your raw cunt was raised from the ground, even more visible and humiliating. "Isn't that difficult to learn, isn't it baby?"
You moaned, throwing your head back over his shoulder. The tell tale hum of your vibrator, the one which you had left at his place the last time you were here, had you snapping your eyes back open, gasping as he rolled it over your nipples. Fuck.
"Been a really good girl today," Harry bit your shoulder, tracing a circle over the area close to your nipple, leaving you squirming in his hold. "Daddy's impressed"
You moaned, jutting your hips out, doing whatever to have him give you attention you needed, where you needed it most.
"I know, I know, baby." The vibrator buzzed its way down your torso, hovering torturously close to your clit when he smacked your inner thigh. "On your knees, babygirl."
Harry really, really was gonna toy with you all night long. Almost breaking into frustrated tears, you got into the position he wanted you in, looking at him imploringly, hoping he takes mercy on you and gives you what you want.
Which he did. The vibrator skimming through your folds at its highest setting had you barrelling forward, Harry's hold on the bandana wrapped around your wrists keeping you steady as you shrieked in pleasure, clamouring down on the toy and clenching, your juices lubricating you enough to take the toy in without any hesitation. Your boyfriend teased you nipples as he thrust the vibrator inside you, its tip circling around your clit menacingly before he was plunging it inside again, your moans breaking into incoherent mixtures of "harder" and "right there", the pleasure building up to a hugh you had been chasing all through the night, through the strenuous foreplay and Harry's skilled fingers. With a scream you came all over, dripping all over Harry's palm and the toy as you slumped against him, heaving heavily.
"Nah nah nah," Harry's hands patted your face, lightly rousing you when you were close to drifting off. "You still got those six other answers you need to be rewarded for."
You looked on, confused, gasping when you felt his erection press all the way up your back when he stood up, the boner he was sporting tight against his pants as he turned you around, your hands still bound behind your back, your thighs still quivering, your head a little mussed up.
"First you're gonna help daddy out." He caressed your face, hand slowly wrapping around your throat and guiding you to his pants.
"Then I'm gonna do whatever I want with you. We only got started."
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late night talking please
Late Night Talking
this is the beginning of my Harry's House fics. Please send in more if you'd like me to write out any of the songs in a fic.
WARNINGS: slow burn, some angst I guess, a tipsy Harry. I think that's it.
Word count: 2.2k
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It's been a couple days and Harry was missing you.  He didn't know why. He's only just met you two weeks prior, but he was hooked when he did see her in person. 
At this point he would be anything for you and he barely knew you. You did exchange numbers, but then again so did everyone in the group. 
Harry sat on the edge of his bed looking through their few text messages. It was a casual conversation. You sending Harry a link to a book they had been talking about. Harry asking when the next study group was (even though he knew exactly when it was). 
His thumb scrolled through the messages with a smile on his face when he accidentally hit the call button. "Shit, shit, shit!" He said, hitting the end call. 
He stood up and paced around the room, running his hand down his face. Harry's heart sped up as he recognized the familiar ringtone. 
Your name was lighting up the screen and his heart started pounding. His shaky finger pressed the accept button. He put it on speaker and bit his lip. "H-hello?"
"Harry?" You asked. 
Your voice was enough to make him sit down. "(Y/N), hi. 'M sorry. I accidentally hit the call button." He looked over at the clock. 10:45. Crap. "Didn't realize it was so late. Sorry. I-."
You giggled. Harry nearly lost it. He sat back on the bed trying to keep his breathing down. "It's totally fine, Har. I was up late working on some photos anyway." 
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and but his lip. Just her voice had his mind running wild. They were in graduate school together, but you worked on photography on the side. You always had your camera around your neck, snapping photos of anything and everything. 
"Well, uh, I guess goodnight," Harry said. 
"Wait!" You said almost a little too eager. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh, I, uh…no. Well not really. No," he stammered. 
You giggled again. "Ok. Well how was your day?"
Harry's eyebrows raised at how she had wanted to continue the conversation. He sat back on the bed, resting his hand on his stomach. "Good. Good. How was yours?"
"Ok. My night was better than my day," you said, biting your lip on the other end. You had shut your laptop, finishing up your editing for the day. You went to lie on your bed in just your oversized t-shirt and short shorts. 
"Yeah?" Harry asked, letting out a breathy laugh. 
"Mmhmm," you said. 
"Sooo…." 
"Soo…," you sighed. 
"I ordered that book yeh told me 'bout," Harry told you. 
"That's great!" You said. "Let me know how you like it."
"I will!"
You and Harry started talking about the book and then about other things. He let you pretty much guude the conversation, just loving hearing your tired voice over the phone. 
You hadn't realized it was nearly morning until you yawned and looked at the time on your phone. "Oh my God. It's 5am," you chuckled tiredly. 
"Wow. Felt like no time passed at all," Harry said. 
You agreed. 
"Well, it was nice talking to yeh (Y/N). Guess I'll see you soon," he said. 
"Yeah. Talk to you later Har."
"Hey. Call me H, ok?" Harry asked, biting his finger between his lips. 
"Ok, H. Goodnight," you said. 
"Night." Harry hung up the phone, a huge smile on his face. While you yawned and fell right to sleep, Harry couldn't get you out of his mind.
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The next few nights were filled with the same- Harry and you talking about anything they wanted until the wee hours of the morning. 
You ran through his head all day and when he saw you, he lit up like a golden retriever. He gave you a little but too enhlthusiastic hug when he saw you a few days later. 
"Long time, no talk," he joked. 
You gave him a slight smile, but he could see the tears pulling behind your eyes. "Hey. 'M sorry. I was just joking." 
"No no. It's not you. I'm sorry," you said, waving your hands in front of you. "I've just had a crappy day."
Harry sighed, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh 'm sorry love. What happened?" 
"I just," you sighed. "My professor just shit all over my midterm paper, said he totally hated it. I forgot my wallet today and didn't bring any lunch so I'm getting a headache from not eating. My train was late and worst of all my camera broke."
Harry gasped. "'M sorry (Y/N). How'd you- how'd you break it?"
A tear was falling down your cheek now. "I was in a rush to get to class and knocked into someone, knocked it right off the strap and it fell to the ground." 
He reached out and rubbed your arm, then retracting it, not sure if that gesture was too intimate between the two of you. "That's horrible. Sorry."
You shrugged. "It's fine. I shouldn't carry it with me all the time anyway."
"Hey. Don't beat yerself up over it, ok?" Harry asked. 
You nodded. "Thanks, H."
He smiled at the nickname and nodded. "So, can I walk with you to class?" 
"Sure," you said. 
The rest of your classes went pretty smooth, but you were getting cranky from not eating. During your break in between classes, you sat with your study group and made small chit chat. 
Harry came back with a tray of food and sat across from you. He pushed it towards you and smirked. "What's this?"
"Eat," he said, pointing towards the tray. You looked down. There were chicken tenders and fries with a Pepsi and ketchup. Your favorite meal. 
"Oh no. I can't eat your food, H," you waved it off. 
He smiled. "'S'not mine. Got it fer yeh." He pushed it closer. 
Now tears were welling up in your eyes and a huge smile formed on your face. "Thank you. Remind me to pay you back when I have my wallet on me again."
"Don't worry about it," Harry said, taking out his lunch from his backpack. "Just tryin' to do anything I can to help yeh through this bad day."
You smiled, your face heating up. You dipped a fry into the ketchup and sat back, a smile on your face. "Thanks, H."
He blushed and lowered his head, eating his sandwich. 
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When you didn't call Harry one night, he got worried. You've been late-night talking on the phone every night for the past two months. 
He contemplated for 15 minutes before picking up the phone. When the line rang, he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. 
The phone picked up and he heard your breathing on the other line. "(Y/N)?"
"H," you said, your voice shaky. 
"Is everything ok? I, uh," he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "Yeh didn't call at our usual time. I just-." 
He heard you sniffling on the other end and his heart broke. "Honey, what's wrong?" He asked, standing up, his heart racing. 
You started crying on the other end. "I'm sorry, H. I don't want to put this on you. Maybe we don't have to talk tonight."
His heart broke a little. "If that's what yeh want, but I want to make sure yer ok." 
"I'm ok," you said, your voice quivering. 
"Ok," Harry said. He didn't have the heart to hang up. 
He let you cry on the phone for what felt like 30 minutes before you spoke. "Sorry. I just found out it's going to cost $300 to fix my camera and I need it for my sister's wedding next month. But I don't have the money to fix it. And everyone is fighting over the wedding and planning the bachelorette party is stressing me out and I just stubbed my toe and it hurt REALLY BAD… sorry," you let out labored breathing. "I know you probably don't care." 
Harry cared. He cared A LOT. In fact, he wanted to know everything about (Y’N)’s life and her family. “Course I care.” 
“Really?” 
“Really,” he said. “Why don’t yeh break it down fer me, love?” 
You proceeded to go into a whole story about the wedding and how your sister is a bridezilla because she’s always been the spoiled one in the family and that transitioned into stories from your childhood. Harry chimed in with a few from his, but his weren’t as toxic. 
After you practically gave him your entire life story, you sighed and actually started to feel better. “Thanks, H. All of this talking really helped me through it. Sorry I didn’t call earlier.” 
Harry shrugged as if you could see it. “‘M glad. And it’s no big deal. It’s not like we’re dating and yeh have like a commitment to me or somethin’.” He nervously cleared his throat and then stayed silent after that. 
You chuckled. “I know. I just felt bad. It’s like our thing now, you know?” You started to play with the drawstring on your pajama shorts. 
“Yeah,” he sighed. 
You both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. You looked at the clock. It was 3:15 am. “Well, I-.” you said at the same time, he asked, “How’s yer toe?” 
“Oh!,” you looked at it. It looked completely fine now, just a little red. “It stopped bleeding, but it’s still a little red. I’ll survive.” 
“Good,” he said, smirking on the other end. “Wish I was around fer you…” 
This took you by surprise. “Oh…”
“No, I just mean…. Sorry, that sounded really creepy,” he said. “I just mean… like I just want to make yeh happy when yer feeling down is all.” 
You smiled. “You do make me happy, H.” You bit your lip. He smiled so big on the other side of the phone. “You know… I just mean….”
“I know what yeh mean (Y/N),” he interjected. 
You bit your lip even more. “Good,” you whispered. 
“Well good night… or rather good morning (Y/N). Sleep tight,” Harry said. 
“Thanks. You too. Night.” You both hung up the phone and smiled before pulling up the covers and smiling as you fell asleep. 
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Sadly, Harry didn’t get to see you as often now because the semester ended yesterday and he didn’t have the guts to ask you to a gathering, just you and him, yet. 
However, the late-night phone calls did not stop. In fact, they increased because, without the worry of school, you could stay up later and talk. 
At this point, your conversations were just random topics. “So, what’s one place you’d like to live and one place you’d hate?” you asked. 
“Well, Hollywood doesn’t seem like it all that cracked up to be, but Bishop’s gate, near where I grew up, has always been a nice place, I’d like to settle one day. But, ‘m not a big fan of change, so I’d probably just stay right here,” he chuckled. 
“Interesting,” you said. “I don’t think I’d ever want to live in Alaska, too cold for me, and I’m always cold. And one place I’d love to live would probably be…. I don’t know, somewhere in Europe.” 
Harry smiled at that. “Europe is quite lovely… and quite big. Good choices.” 
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About a month later, Harry was a little tipsy after drinking with some of his friends earlier in the night and he was so giddy and happy to be talking to you. Every time you talked, he swooned. He hummed after you told him a funny vacation story. He was so happy and he needed to tell you. 
“Hey (Y/N)?” he asked. 
“Yeah?” 
“I won’t even try to deny it, I cannot get you off my mind,” Harry admitted. 
This time it was your smile that grew bigger. “You’ve been on my mind too, H.” 
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling with tired eyes. “How so?” 
“What do you mean how so?” you giggled. 
“Like on your mind because we talk every night and you’re like, ‘Oh, this guy’ or on yer mind, like ‘Oh, it’s Harry’ and a big smile appears on your face, hmmm?” 
Your entire face flushed. You were so happy he could not see you right now. “Uh, well, I mean… I’m definitely smiling right now.” 
“Yeah? Me too,” he said. 
“That’s good,” you bit your lip. 
“Mmmm,” Harry said, his eyes closing. He rested his hand on his stomach as he laid back on his bed. “I really want to kiss yeh right now, (Y/N).” 
Your mouth suddenly turned dry. “Really?” 
“Yeah,” he licked his lips. 
“I’d like that,” you told him. 
“Is that so?” Harry asked, a smirk appearing on his face and his eyebrows raising. 
“Yeah….” 
“Sorry. ‘M a little tipsy right now,” Harry admitted. 
“Duh,” you laughed. 
Harry sighed. “God, I love yer laugh.” 
“Why don’t you come over and hear it in person?” you bravely said. 
“Is this a booty call (Y//N)?” Harry joked. 
You pretended to scoff. “What kind of woman do you think I am?” 
“A beautiful one,” Harry said, a tired smile on his mouth. Then he looked at the time. “It’s 4:10. Do yeh really want me to come over?” 
“I’ll text you my address,” you said flirtily. 
Harry jumped out of bed, sobering up. “I, uh,” he put you on speakerphone and looked around for his overnight bag. “I’ll be there in 20.”
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The Bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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Part 2 (when players fall)
Warnings: some cursing (idk) smut.
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You were sitting on his bed with a textbook in front of you when he came through the door holding more snacks than the two of you could ever finish. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Are you trying to fatten me up for winter?" You wondered as you stole the pack of gummy candies from him.
"Quite possibly," he chuckled as he settled back into his computer chair. "Ok hit me," he said.
"What is the-"
"I can't remember, we have to play the game again," he told you.
"We're not playing the game again," you laughed.
"But I almost won last time," he argued with raised brows.
"Harry you were literally naked with the textbook covering your junk while I still had on a majority of my clothes," you pointed out, "you were in no way close to winning," you chuckled.
He rolled his eyes at you, "I've been studying though, I'm pretty sure I can get you naked this time," he teased with a wink.
"Harry!" You warned with a giggle right as there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" Harry called before the door opened. Harrison stood in the doorway in a pair of board shorts.
"We're going in the hottub if the two of you would like to join," he offered. "Unless you're too busy getting naked again," he chuckled as he shot Harry a look.
"Hey, I underestimated my knowledge, I have been studying!" He demanded.
You chuckled as you climbed from the bed grabbing your bag, "I should be getting home anyway," you told Harry.
His mouth fell open as he stared at you, "do you have to? You could just stay, wouldn't be our first sleepover," he waggled his eyebrows at you.
"I don't have clothes," you said simply.
"Haz has some of Siennas you could borrow, right?" Harry asked.
Harrison nodded from the doorway, "yeah you guys are around the same size," he told you.
"I don't know-"
"Come on, I don't want my best friend to leave me," Harry whined.
You knew you should say no. That would be the smartest, staying with Harry was like everything else you seemed to do with Harry was a recipe for disaster. "Fine," you sighed, ignoring everything in you that was screaming no.
Being around Harry was easy, he had become your best friend in the months the two of you had been hanging out. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" You asked as you stepped out of his bathroom in one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats.
"Why would I want you to sleep on the floor?" He wondered as he stared at you.
You shrugged as you rounded the side of his bed before sliding into the empty spot next to him. "I don't know, but it's your bed so I was just checking," you chuckled.
"Obviously, I want you next to me, so I can cuddle you in the middle of the night and blame it on being asleep," Harry teased.
You couldn't help but laugh at that, "I knew it!" You announced, "your a closet cuddler,"
Harry rolled his eyes at you before reaching over to tickle your side, effectively rendering you useless as you squirmed and laughed. "Okay! Okay!" You giggled as Harry finally quit.
"You know what I've been thinking about?" Harry asked you after a few minutes.
"Hmm?" You wondered.
"The first time I took you to our spot," he said.
You felt your breath hitch in your throat. "You think about that?" You asked, you looked at Harry laying next to you who had a grin on his face.
"All the time," he admitted.
"Why?" You asked breathlessly.
"Because I've never seen anything more beautiful than you when you came," Harry told you.
You felt your whole body ignite, suddenly the room was twenty degrees hotter and holding a lot more expectations than before.
"Do you ever think about it?" Harry wondered.
You couldn't speak, because you couldn't trust the words that would come from your mouth so you just nodded.
"Sometimes," Harry began, "I wonder if it was that easy to get you to fall apart on my thigh, how easy it would be if I used my fingers," he whispered, "or my tongue," he added after a second.
You whimpered at the idea. An audible whimper.
Harry's brows raised as he stared at you . "Would you like that y/n?" He Wondered. "Would you like to have my tongue lapping at your folds and working you over until you shattered?" He asked.
You were trying so hard to keep it together, knowing that crossing this line with Harry, again, would not be good for either of you.
"Or maybe you want my fingers pumping in and out of your tight little pussy while my tongue circles your nipples," he whispered.
You bit your bottom lip as a moan escaped you, but it was to no avail, because Harry had definitely heard it.
There was no way he hadn't.
"Dirty talk turns you on," Harry stated with a grin. You wanted to punch him, and get that smug smirk right off his face, but he wasn't wrong, his dirty talk was turning you on.
"You know," he began, "I had my first wrapped around my cock last night, right where you're laying, and the whole time I pumped it thinking about the face you made when you came on my thigh," he whispered closer to your ear than before.
That one made you gasp. The idea of him pleasuring himself to you. Fuck. That was hot. You finally managed to get out words. "you did?" You Wonder.
Harry chuckled, "every night since it happened," he admitted.
The next words that left your mouth shocked even you. "Can I watch?"
Harry's breathing halted as he stared at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. "You want to watch?" He wondered.
"You saw me come apart," you whispered, "I want to see you come apart, it's only fair," you told him.
Harry was at a loss of words. You had quite literally flipped his own game on him and he wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand it was extremely hot, and on the other it was a little intimidating. "What if I could make both of us fall apart at the same time?" He wondered.
"Oh yeah? How?" You challenged.
Harry was already hard from talking dirty to you, but the idea of anything else had blood flowing straight to his groin. "Come here," he said as he helped you up and to straddle him. Immediately as you settled your core on him you could feel how affected he was feeling.
"Harry," you warned. You weren't sure where he was taking this, and you were most definitely not ready to have sex with him if that's where his head was, hell you had never even kissed him.
"No touching," he assured you as his hands settled on your hips, "I'll stop if you want me to," he told you.
You nodded, "I don't want you to," you whispered.
He nodded before grabbing your hips and helping you grind onto his hard length. You knew that your arousal had seeped through not only your panties, but also Harry's sweats and you were sure that he could probably feel it only wearing a pair of briefs.
It was hot, so fucking hot. And there was something that made it hotter by the fact that the two of you weren't actually doing anything more than acting like horny teenagers.
"Fuck," Harry groaned.
You glanced down at him to see the pure lust written all over his face, and you could tell he was close to losing it, but so were you.
"The fact that you're in my clothes makes this so much hotter," Harry admitted.
You chuckled as you felt the same feeling from the last time the two of you had done something like this wash over you, but this time you couldn't squeeze your thighs together so your back arched.
"That's it pretty girl," Harry whispered, "come for me," and oh God did you, and he followed closely behind with a grunt.
You let your head fall forward to the crook of his neck as you stayed on top of him.
"How was that?" He asked as he rubbed your back.
"Good," you mumbled sleepily.
He chuckled before rolling the two of you over and pulling you into his arms. "Go to sleep pretty girl," he whispered, so you did, with a stomach full of butterflies and the memy of him calling you 'pretty girl' fresh in your mind.
As the weeks went on you and Harry became closer and closer. At some point Harry forgot all together about that stupid bet and the time he was spending with you was because he wanted to, not far any other reason. Tom had been busy recently and so he hadn't had time to bring it up until one afternoon when Harry was walking through the living room on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"How's your progress on the bet we made?" Tom called, stopping Harry dead in his tracks.
"What?" He asked as he turned to face his brother.
Tom shrugged, "you guys are spending every minute together, surely she's in love with you already," Tom said.
Now the thing about Harry was, he was competitive, he didn't like to give up at a challenge, and he was not one to quit. So when he said what he did next everyone was shocked.
"I don't want bragging rights," Harry announced, "you win mate," he held out his hand to Tom who stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.
"What?" Tom wondered.
"I don't care about the stupid bet anymore, no point in it," Harry said with a smile before heading to the kitchen where he had originally been going.
"Holy shit!" Tom shouted. "You love her," Harry stopped as the words registered in his mind.
Love.
Harry didn't love.
Love was dangerous.
Love was scary.
But there was no other word that could describe the way he felt.
Harry loved you.
With every fiber of his being, and the six months you guys had spent together, even just as friends had been the best of his life. So if that's how love felt, that Harry wanted to love you everyday for the rest of his life. "I fucking love her," Harry confirmed with a smile and a shake of his head.
There was a collective round of hoots and hollers from around the room as the boys teased Harry for his new found feelings.
Nothing could take this high from him.
"Where are we going?" You asked as you went to pull the blindfold off of your eyes that Harry had secured there.
"Stop trying to ruin the surprise," Harry scolded as he grabbed your hand and brought it down with his, but he didn't let go, instead he intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Well, if you're taking me somewhere to kill me, I just want you to know you will be the first suspect," you told him matter of factly.
"Oh really?" He chuckled, "and why is that?"
"It's always the love interest," you said as you leaned back in the chair relaxing since you couldn't see anything.
"The love interest, huh? Though we were just friends," Harry teased with a big smile on his face.
"You know what I mean," you giggled, "do you know how many people think we're dating, or at least screwing?" You asked him.
"My guess is a lot," Harry chuckled as he squeezed your hand.
"Even Mal thinks something is going on," you told him.
"Maybe we should be," Harry said.
Your head shot towards him and dammit all to heck with the surprise. You ripped the blindfold from your eyes to stare at him. "Should what?!" You demanded.
"Damnit y/n/n, you're going to ruin the surprise," he complained.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "We should be dating? Or we should be screwing?" You asked, not letting his words go.
"Don't they go kind of hand in hand?" He wondered as he glanced over at you with a smirk.
You could tell he was just playing with you, so you rolled your eyes before swatting his chest. "You are the worst Harry Holland," you complained as you crossed your arms over your chest.
"You love me anyway," he said, and suddenly all the air had been sucked out of the car. Because you did love him anyway, so much so, but you weren't going to tell him that. So you just stayed quiet and fastened the blindfold back over your eyes so you wouldn't ruin his surprise.
A few agonizing minutes later you felt Harry put the car in park. "Can I look now?" You wondered.
"Hold on, I have a speech," he told you as he cleared his throat.
You rolled your eyes at that even if he couldn't see it.
"A few months ago I met a girl, I proceeded to punch her boyfriend, and give her her first orgasm." He chuckled before he played an applause sound with his phone. "I know, I know, please settle down," he told no one.
"You're an idiot," you giggled.
"I remember it like it was yesterday, how she told me that sex had been a letdown, like being exited for an amusement park ride, and ending up on the carousel, and no one likes the carousel," he cleared his throat again before reaching over and untieing the blindfold. "So I give you, a day to make up for shitty sex" he threw his hands forward and you followed his vision to see a plethora of rollercoasters and amusement park rides behind the gates you were parked by.
You stared at the park in awe, before turning back to Harry with a giant grin. "You brought me to an amusement park?" You demanded.
He flashed you a smile before nodding and pulling out a box from the back seat.
"I also got us matching shirts," he pulled one out and handed it to you with a smirk.
You couldn't help but laugh. "Boycott carousels?" You asked.
"I'm never letting you ride another carousel again, pretty girl," he told you with a wink.
You couldn't help the butterflies you felt every time he called you by that pet name. But it was enough to have you biting your lip and wishing things were different, wishing you had pushed your friendship a tad further, cause if you were being honest, you wanted so much more with Harry, you were just scared to trust anyone again.
You stripped off your shirt sliding your matching shirt on in its place before you walked hand in hand into the massive amusement park.
Harry purchased fast passes for the two of you so you wouldn't have to wait in line long and the two of you spent most of the day on various exciting rides before deciding to grab a bite to eat and look at some of the little vendors.
You decided on cordogs for food and walked up and down the countless isles of little tents with knick knacks and items for sale.
"Look at this," you told Harry holding up two bracelets with connecting hearts that's had the words 'best friends'
"That's cute," he chuckled as he grabbed it out of your hand, it was a childish looking bracelet and something you would never be caught wearing let alone Harry, but he took it up to the little old woman and purchased it before sliding the purple one onto his own wrist and the pink one onto yours. "Now you'll never forget who your best friend is," Harry told you before kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. It was all very domesticated, anyone passing by would assume the two of you were a couple, and you wished that were the case.
After all, neither of you had any one else, at least you didn't.
"Hey har," you mumbled.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"It may not be any of my business," you paused as you glanced up at his face, "but have you been seeing anyone recently?" you wondered.
He smiled down at you before shaking his head. "Nope, I only have eyes for one girl, and currently she's acting like a jealous girlfriend, and I'm not going to lie," he lowered his lips to your ear. "It's really sexy," he whispered, making you nearly moan.
"Stop!" You warned as you swatted his chest.
He placed his hand against your cheek turning your face up towards his. “Honestly pretty girl, if you haven't gathered that i'm all about you by now, i think you may be blind,” he told you.
You stared up at him waiting for what should happen next, it had been a waiting game for weeks, everytime you thought he would say screw it and just kiss you, he would always somehow restrain himself and turn away. He glanced down at your lips before smiling and going to turn away, but you were done waiting, if he wasn't going to do it, then god dammit you were.
You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back towards you slamming your lips to his in a tender kiss. He froze at first, but quickly reacted with his tongue at the seam of your lips seeking entrance.
It was the kiss, and the anticipation that had been leading up to it made it a million times better, you couldn't help but smile against his lips before pulling away.
He stared at you as you bit your bottom lip."what-"
"I've been waiting for weeks for you to kiss me," you explained, "figured I'd just do it myself," you told him with a shrug before walking off towards the carnival games.
But the time the two of you got back into town from the amusement park it was nearly two am and you decided to just stay with Harry at the frat house. As you pulled in Harry's phone began ringing and lit up with a girl's photo and name. He groaned before ignoring the call.
You glanced over at him curiously but didn't ask. "She's been calling me every night for the last few weeks," Harry explained. "We used to fool around, but I called it off right after we met," he told you.
You smiled at him and placed your hand over his. "You didn't need to tell me that," you told him.
"I know, but I don't want you thinking I'm fooling around, I meant what I said Y/n, I'm all about you," he leaned over the counsel and pressed his lips gently against yours. "Now let's get in and go to bed cause I am beat," he chuckled.
For the first time in a long time everything felt right, as it should, and you were happy. So happy.
There was a loud crash and then the distinct sound of yelling from downstairs that jolted Harry awake. He glanced over to see you still soundly asleep and curled into his side. If there was one thing he had learned about you in the last few months it was that you slept like a log.
There was some more yelling and another crash, and Harry decided he needed to go and check what was going on. He slipped out of bed silently and threw on a shirt before heading out of his room and down the stairs towards the noise.
Nothing could have prepared Harry for what he was about to walk into.
"I've been calling and texting and nothing," Olivia the girl who had called last night screamed at a terrified looking Harrison who was covering himself from the things she was throwing with a pillow.
"I don't know what to tell you Ollie, you know he doesn't date," Harrison reminded her.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry demanded.
Olivia turned towards Harry before narrowing her eyes. "You!" She seethed. "You think you can ghost me, when we had a deal?" She shouted.
Harry stared at her like she had two heads. "What deal?" Harry asked her.
"Don't act stupid Harry, when you call I come, when I call you come, it's been that way for years," she chuckled dryly.
"I only met you last spring," Harry pointed out, quickly ducking as the water bottle came flying towards him.
"Olivia," Harry said, "I told you this was done," Harry reminded her.
"You said and I quote ' 'let's just stop hooking up'' Olivia said.
Harry nodded, not really understanding her confusion. That seemed as straightforward as he could have been. "Yeah, that is what I said," Harry agreed.
"So I figured we were going to try dating!" Olivia shouted as she picked something else up to haul towards Harry.
"Harry doesn't date," Harrison said again.
"So why don't you want to keep hooking up?" She demanded.
"I'm with someone," Harry admitted.
"It's the girl from the bet isn't it?" Olivia demanded.
Harry felt his face drain of blood. How did she know that? "It is!" She yelled. She grabbed another thing and went to throw it but was quickly intercepted by Sam pinning her arms to the side.
"Enough," Sam demanded. "It's eight in the morning, people are sleeping and you don't need to be screaming," he huffed in frustration.
"Should I tell her? Or maybe I'll just show her the video I have, I'm sure that'll make her run for the hills, Holland," she hissed, not even acknowledging Sam.
"You don't have a video," Harry said, but he wasn't certain that that was the truth.
"Are you willing to try me?" She wondered. "Or maybe, maybe I'll just send it out to the entire student body, then she would be really embarrassed," she chuckled.
"You wouldn't," Harry demanded.
"Wouldn't I?" She cocked her head to the side, twisting out of Sam's grasp. "You're a real piece of shit Harry Holland," she hissed before turning and storming from the room.
All of the boys that had gathered in the room started after her, completely in shock at what had just happened.
"She doesn't have a video," Harry said, not sure of his words.
"I knew this was a bad idea," Sam sighed as he shook his head.
"She can't find out," Harry panicked, "she'll never talk to me again," he shook his head as all the possibilities raced through his head, none of which ended with you still talking to him.
"You have to tell her," Harrison said.
"It'll be worse coming from anyone other than you, especially if there is a video," Jeff, one of the roommates pointed out.
Harry shook his head as he fell to the couch in defeat, "I don't want to lose her," he sighed.
Tom sighed from the doorway before coming to sit beside him, "she's really done you in mate," Tom told him. Harry only nodded, not having any words. "Take her out for the day," Tom offered with a sad smile, "go and have a nice day, and when the time is right explain what happened and the fact that you called it off because you fell for her like a damn sap," Tom squeezed his brothers shoulder hoping he was somehow helping, especially since he was the one that got him into this mess in the first place.
Harry nodded, knowing they were right. He had to tell you. He just hoped you would forgive him.
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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years
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is there a part 2 to "sorry to bother you"?
Nope! Just a stand alone fic with an uncertain ending :) thanks for reading
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a comic about my weird irreverence for canon
go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!
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harrysbabycherry · 4 months
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ONE NIGHT ONLY (part two)
in which one night turns into many nights and harry cannot get enough of y/n
11.8k words (wtf was i on)
warnings: smut! idk what else
a/n: i know everyone has been waiting for this one and it’s finally here!! sorry that the smut is shitty, it’s past my bedtime so i was in a rush, but please enjoy!!!
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Harry is sure that he’s seen (Y/N) more this past week than he has all semester. 
It’s like he can’t stay away from her. She’s everywhere. Or maybe he’s just never really noticed her as much as he is now. Because outside of class, he never saw her that much. Maybe in the dining hall a few times or on his way to their only shared class, but that’s it. And he wants to be annoyed at these new sprung feelings, but he’s not. He’s far from it. And that in itself is frustrating. 
Like right now, (Y/N) is about five steps ahead of him as they leave class. She’s wearing one of her cozy knitted sweaters and leggings and he should be walking in an entirely different direction but he can’t. He’s following behind her like some sort of creep just so he can see her longer than their usual allotted fifty minutes. He didn’t even get to talk to her today, much less ask her for a pencil that he didn’t even need. 
He had another class to get to, so he didn’t see exactly where (Y/N) walked off to, but that was okay. His mind doesn’t need to be completely flooded with thoughts of her and what she’s doing and wondering if she’s thinking about him. He bets that she does from time to time. Just because she seemed to be so elated and relieved after they had sex for the first time. And now that he’ll be forever known as her first, she’s almost guaranteed to think about him. That thought alone caused him another bout of tingling in his abdomen, but he tried to ignore it. It isn’t as deep as he’s making it out to be, he just did her a favor. 
His other class finished and while it was very uneventful, he just sketched away in his notebook. He generally will look over the section they’re going to be going over in class the night before, so he doesn’t have to pay much attention. It just gives him time to sketch instead of listening to a professor explain something he won’t understand anyway. He prefers to learn things himself first and then maybe slightly listen when they get into the specifics of whatever it is in their lectures. 
When he finally did make it back to his room, he finished up some homework from the night before and then sank into his bed to stare at the ceiling. It was hard not to think about her when his mind sat idle and while he did try to occupy himself with other things not concerning her, it never lasted for long and he went right back to imagining dozens of scenarios, each starring (Y/N). 
The next time he saw her was at the pub right across the street from campus. Usually when big sports games come on, everyone flocks to the bars to watch them on the large screens. He doesn’t care much for sports, he only goes along with his frat brothers to hang out. It’s never too much fun, but he tries to keep his spirits high anyway.
He didn’t expect it in the least to see (Y/N) sat at a table in the corner, chatting away with her friend. He’d never seen her at this pub in particular and he’s not sure why she’d even come. It doesn’t seem like her scene. 
Harry tried. He really did. He sat at the table with his friends and kept his back to her to discourage himself from looking at her. But that only made him glance over his shoulder every ten seconds to make sure she was still there and hadn’t run off anywhere. Not that it’s his responsibility to look after her, he’s sure she can do that on her own. It’s just that he can’t help staring at her. (Y/N) probably has no idea he’s here. Yet. 
“(Y/N). Oh my god. Isn’t that Harry?” 
She sighed, hoping that it wasn’t true. Her back was facing the entrance to the pub just in case something like this happened. It was exactly what she was trying to avoid. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was him with a nod of her head. 
He was dressed as casually as he always is in all black. She’s not sure how he can make the simplest outfit so mesmerizing. It’s like he doesn’t have to try. From here, she can see that he’s sitting with a few of his friends at a table with his back to her. She only allowed herself a few seconds to look at him before facing Maya again. 
(Y/N) spilled everything the day after the party to Maya. She couldn’t keep it in. Plus, Maya noticed something different about her and when she asked, she couldn’t keep it under wraps. She told Maya all the details. Down to the most specific bits and Maya was so proud of her and trying to convince her that Harry has a crush on her or something. He doesn’t. Maya just loves to romanticize anything she can. But that’s not at all what happened.
And since then, Maya has made it her mission to try to pry more details out of (Y/N) about Harry. She doesn’t know much to begin with and even though they did have breakfast the next morning which Maya said was definitely not normal for one night stands, he didn’t offer her much about himself, instead asking her questions about everything under the sun. 
“That’s him.” She hasn’t had much contact with him since. It’s only been a week and not that she thought that they would start talking more. It’s just that there hasn’t been many opportunities for them to interact in class. Finals are on their way and all the professors are buckling down for that. 
“So? Are you going to talk to him?” Maya is practically bouncing in her seat, too excited about (Y/N) possibly having a crush. For the record, she doesn’t have a crush on Harry. He’s cute but that’s as far as she’s willing to go. Any further and it would just be delusional. He’s not into her like that and she is so far from his type it’s not even funny. 
“Yeah, right. Why don’t I just get up and go over there now?” She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water. They came to the pub to eat greasy food and watch the game. Well, they weren’t there for the game, but more so the environment around the game. (Y/N) is positive she’s looked at one of the tv screens in here once for a total of three seconds before going back to chatting with Maya. 
“Come on. Go say hi.” Maya nudged her foot under the table and she shook her head. No way in hell is that happening. It would be so awkward to approach him with his friends who probably have zero clue who she is. Now is just not the time. 
“I’ll see him in class on Monday. It’s okay.” (Y/N) decided that the next time she checked over her shoulder for him would be the last. She can’t be this caught up in him when they barely know each other. Even if she does find him a bit dreamy. But it’s unrealistic and she’s not going to try to convince herself otherwise. 
When she finally did look over, she wished she hadn’t. A girl that she has seen around on campus a few times, has her arm draped over his shoulder and is leaning into him like it's something they do all the time. (Y/N) watched as her hand traveled up from his shoulder and into the hair at the nape of his neck. And that was plenty for her to see for the night. She took another gulp of her water after swearing to herself she’d never turn around again. 
She doesn’t know why the sight of that alone is enough to make her feel ill but it just is. She wishes it didn’t because it’s not like anything they did had any meaning behind it. It did for YN, only because losing her virginity is kind of a big deal, but for Harry, it was probably just another night. She’s been trying not to think too much about it because it’s not as serious as she’s making it seem. 
“Oh, that’s Allison. We have that one class with her on Thursday. Are they still dating?” 
“Dating?” 
Sure, (Y/N) had seen Harry around with a couple girls a few times, but it had never been anything that seemed long term. She knew of Aliison, but had no idea she had ties to Harry. And if they’re dating, it must be very new because he was just with (Y/N) a week ago. Something is not adding up. 
“Yeah. They’ve been on and off for a while.” Maya shrugged it off, not aware that (Y/N) was starting to panic on the inside. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of anything. And if Harry put her there, she’ll have to have a few words with him. 
Maya changed the subject then, which she was thankful for, but that didn’t mean she was paying attention while her mind was spiraling. She didn’t take Harry as the type to sleep with someone else while he had a girlfriend, but maybe she really does know nothing about him. Maybe he would do something like that.
Eventually, she tuned back into the conversation and was able to let herself relax about the situation for a moment. The food was exactly what she needed after a long day. It really hit the spot and she can’t wait to go home and cozy up under her blankets. Maya was almost ready to go when a group of her friends showed up and stole her attention for a moment. She politely interrupted them and said she was running to the restroom. Really, she just needed a break from the noisy bar and the view behind her. She hadn’t looked in fifteen minutes but she can guarantee it’s worse now than what it was. And she really doesn’t want to know what’s happened since. 
Locking the bathroom stall behind her, she took a deep breath. It was starting to get warm in the pub and she’s considering leaving, even if Maya isn’t ready to go. Their apartment is just down the way, so there won’t be any issues making the short walk by herself if she has to. 
She left the bathroom after washing her hands and when she pulled the door open, she gasped. Harry was right there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She really didn’t expect him to interact with her at all and now that he’s here, after a week, she still has no idea what to say to him. 
“Hi.” She blurted out, stepping out of the bathroom and letting the door swing shut behind her. 
“Since when do you come out after eight pm?” She wanted to roll her eyes because he’s clearly teasing her like he enjoys doing so much. 
“I’m leaving anyway.” Being in his presence now is making her skin feel hot. Maybe because he saw her in one of her most vulnerable states or maybe she has more feelings about him than she thought she did. It’s easy to say she doesn’t have a crush on him when he’s not standing right in front of her. But now that he’s here, there’s a weakness starting in her knees and she really has to leave. She’ll text Maya on her way out. 
Not caring to have to walk through the crowds of tables to the front door, she spun around, making her way to the back exit off the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was the perfect getaway and she knows that even though Maya initially wanted to leave, she probably wants to stick around a little longer. And (Y/N) is just not interested in that right now. 
She pushed the door open, seeing exactly what she expected. An alleyway that leads back to the main street. Thankfully there was a light above her head, even though it wasn’t providing much help to the rest of the alley. But it was enough to get her walking. 
She didn’t get too far because her arm was grabbed and she was dragged right back into his chest. She could’ve sworn she left him in the hallway because she didn’t hear him behind her. 
“Where are you going?” His arms are enveloping her completely and it was almost chilly outside before he grabbed her but now she can’t even think about being cold. 
“Home. I have to be up early.” A complete lie but he doesn’t have to know that. He took two steps forward, taking her with him until her back was pressed to the brick wall behind her. 
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said it like it was fact. Which it may have been but it wasn’t something she was consciously doing. She just thought that everything should go back to normal, business as usual. They barely talked before they slept together, why does that have to change anything?
“No I’m not. We’re not friends.” He’s pressed against her, so much so that if she thinks about it too hard, she can feel him through his pants. But she’s not letting her brain take her there. Because she can’t. 
“So, you get to fuck me and then tell me we’re not friends? That’s very cruel, (Y/N). I didn’t know you could be so cold.” She huffed, leaning her head back against the wall, not wanting to look at him for longer than a few seconds at a time. His gaze is smoldering and she’d already felt her stomach stirring as soon as she saw him outside of the bathroom. 
“I already thanked you for that. It doesn’t mean that we have to be best friends, does it?” 
“Guess not. Just thought you’d be a little nicer after begging for my cock like that. That’s all.” She shoved his chest. 
“That is not at all what happened.” She scolded him, wanting to get out from under him. His hands are now on either side of her head and he’s inches from her face. 
“Then what did happen, (Y/N)? Refresh my memory.” 
“There was nothing memorable about it. I wanted to get it over with and I did.” She watched as he scrunched his eyebrows and pulled back from her the slightest bit. 
“Really? Nothing memorable? After the way you were screaming for me? If that’s true then I guess your panties will be dry right now, won’t they?” Fuck. She nodded anyway, trying to be discreet about squeezing her thighs together more than they already are. “Let me feel.” 
“There is no need for that—”
“Then stop lying. Let me feel anyway. Missed it.” 
(Y/N) would’ve never guessed that she would ever be in this situation in an alley, but she always surprises herself and Harry does too. The fact that he wants to touch her now is only adding to the fluttery feeling in her stomach. 
“What about Allison?” 
Something else that made his face twist up. His hand left the wall and sat on her waist.  
“What about her?” 
“Aren’t you together?” He chuckled, shaking his head. 
“Not even close. She wants to be but I’m not interested and never have been.” 
“Then why was she all over you in there?” 
“You see everything, don’t you? Even when you pretend you don’t,” (Y/N) doesn’t know why she even brought that part up. She wishes she didn’t see it and she wishes she didn’t mention it either. Because if he does like Allison, what does that have to do with her? “She’s so far from relevant, I don’t even know why you’d ever think she’d have a chance with me.” 
(Y/N) wanted to die. Because if Allison, pretty, super cool, smart Allison didn’t have a chance with him, then she definitely didn’t. And she should just walk home now and save herself from overthinking later. 
“Good to know. I have to go now.” She didn’t even try to move because of the way he was holding her against the brick wall. She would’ve moved as much as she just did if she tried. Not that she doesn’t want to be exactly right here on a Friday night, but she’s trying to use common sense. 
“Can I walk you home then?” 
“No.” 
“Why not?” 
“It’s just down the street here, I don’t need a chaperone.” He laughed, still not moving. 
“Okay. Fair. Have you got a minute though?” She squinted at him. She’d already given him so much time standing here so she’s unsure what he wants now, after ten minutes of holding her hostage. 
(In no way does she feel like she’s being held hostage, she actually feels so incredibly sparkly inside, she has no idea if she’d make it home herself. And that’s just with his hands holding her waist and having him standing right against her.)
“For?” 
“You’re being a little mean, (Y/N). Do you know that? I’m just trying to catch up with you and it’s like you wanted to fuck me and never talk to me again. Is that true? Be honest.” Harry is stalling in every sense of the word. He has no real reason to keep her here in this dark alley, but he knows if she leaves, he won’t get to talk to her again until the new week starts. And that just won’t do. 
“That’s not true.” He certainly is teasing her and he’s loving every second of it. But it’s almost like they’re in grade school and all he can do is be mean to her because he can’t quite get out that he likes her so much and he’d do anything just to be around her. He’s working on it though and hopefully she’ll get the picture soon. 
“I was just going to say I owe you.” He shrugged, trying not to smile too hard at her. He has no idea how she’s going to react to his proposition, but he just knows it’s going to get her red in the face. 
“You don’t owe me anything, Harry.” Now (Y/N) is thoroughly confused. What could he possibly be talking about right now? If anyone owes anyone anything it would be her. He’s the one that paid for breakfast and everything. 
“Remember when I told you about foreplay? How important it is?” She watched as he finally took a step away from her but with a hint of a smirk on his face. She’s not sure what he’s up to but she doesn’t like it. 
“Mhm.” 
“Good girl. And do you remember how you refused to let me touch you because you wanted me to hurry up and fuck you?” She nodded anyway, just wanting him to get to the point. “Pay back. Lucky you’re wearing a skirt.” 
Her jaw dropped as she watched him get to his knees right there on the cold concrete. He didn’t even seem bothered at all but how hard or cold the ground must be. His hands were now rubbing up and down her legs as he was seemingly waiting for her permission. 
“What?” 
“You heard me, pet. Why are you wearing a skirt anyway? It’s like you read my mind or something.” 
“I thought it was cute?” 
“Sure. Now are you going to let me eat you out or not? I’ve been dreaming about it all week long.” (Y/N) took a deep breath before trying to think of why she shouldn’t do this right now. Because she knows all the reasons why she should. 
He’s pretty much asking to do it, right? And it’s not like he’s being a dick and only asking for a blowjob. So he’s not completely in this for selfish reasons which kind of makes her wonder what his motives are. Because she’s sure if he was really concerned about giving head, he could find twenty other willing girls who are not (Y/N) in under five minutes. She considers asking him flat out why he’s doing this, but she’s never done this before. And what better person to be her first time again than Harry? He’s already seen every part of her. 
“Hm. I don’t know.” She can’t lie even if she wanted to. She’s squeezing her legs together (hopefully discreetly) and she can feel just how wet her underwear are. 
“Looks like you want me to beg then. Is that it? You want me to beg for your pussy in an alley, on a Friday night, after nine pm?” 
“Yeah. I think so.” He sighed, though he didn’t look like he was too annoyed with having to do it, and rested one of his hands on the back of her knee. 
“(Y/N)?” 
“Yes, Harry?” 
“I would really, really like to make you cum and you’re playing hard to get.” 
“It doesn’t sound like you really want it and I have places to be.” She shrugged like she could care less if he did it or not. And she could tell that it made him a little on edge. Like she really was going to deny him. 
“Pet?” 
“Mhm?” 
“You’re driving me crazy and I’m so hard I’m going to die. I don’t think you get it. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll do your homework in Smith’s for the rest of the semester if you just let me taste you once.” And there it is. His voice got a little whiny like he really was going to die if she told him no. And that’s all it took for her to lift one of her legs over his shoulder and place her hand on the back of his head to pull him closer. 
His shoulders seemed to have relaxed before he brushed her underwear to the side and started licking into her. (Y/N) really didn’t know what to expect when she agreed to this, but it felt much better than she imagined it would. She wasn’t able to keep still, especially when he brought his fingers in and pushed them right inside of her so easily. One of her hands was glued to her mouth to keep herself quiet. She had to remember that they were still very much in a public space, no matter if they are out of view, and that she really didn’t want to get caught doing this here. Her other hand was clutching Harry’s hair so tightly that it probably hurt. But he didn’t act like it bothered him at all.
Harry knew that he couldn’t physically get any closer to (Y/N) than he already was but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. Everything about her was so pretty. The moans she tried to muffle with her hands only encouraged him further. He can tell that she was just playing earlier (thankfully) and she really was so wet for him her underwear are ruined for good now. 
He thinks that after she cums, he’s going to thank her for letting him do this. Because if he thought he was hooked  before, he’s never going to be able to get her out of his head now. Not that he wanted to, ever, but her allowing him this only solidified the feelings he had for her.
He had spent up until now just messily circling his tongue and thrusting his two inner fingers inside her and while that would be plenty for her to cum from his mouth, he wanted to give her a little more. Since apparently the last time wasn’t so memorable. He wanted it to be so good that he’d have to carry her home. And he wouldn’t mind it one bit. 
So he switched to sucking her clit between his lips and that was enough to make her drop her hand from her mouth. 
“I hate you, I hate you.” Her chest was heaving and although she didn’t mean that in the slightest, it was the only way to describe how she was feeling in the moment. She couldn’t bring herself to look down at him because then she’d cum. And she wanted to feel this for just a little bit longer. 
Except, in the small bag resting against her hip, her phone started ringing. She wanted to ignore it in favor of continuing with Harry but it might be something important. 
“Wait. My phone.” She forced out. He was nice enough to slow down a little bit but when she pulled her phone out and saw Maya’s contact, she sighed. She completely forgot to text Maya to let her know where she went. 
“Answer it. Now.” She rolled her eyes at him and put the phone to her ear, thinking that Harry would give her a break, but she’d been mistaken. Right as she said hello, his thumb was swirling over her swollen clit and she might’ve made a noise right into the phone. And Harry just laughed. 
“Um, are you okay, (Y/N)?” Maya spoke up, probably utterly confused. 
“Yes, yes. I’m so okay, Maya, right now. What’s up?” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to focus too much on what he was doing to her. 
“You never came back from the table. Are you okay?” (Y/N) is not interested in small talk right now but she knows that Maya is only watching out for her, so she tried to keep it brief. 
“Oh. I decided to just go—oh my god—home.” She hurried to slap her hand over her mouth. She’d accidentally let her eyes slip down to Harry and he was licking into her again and it was too much for her to take at that moment. 
“Oh. Well I was going to head to another bar with the girls. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you sure you’re good?” (Y/N) grasped Harry’s hair tighter making him moan against her. 
“Uh huh. I’m good.” She said between gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice level. 
“Okay… are you with Harry? Because he’s not back at his table either.” She cursed to herself and looked down at Harry who seemed to have heard Maya’s question and was all too delighted by it. 
“Let me say hi.” He whispered, reaching for the phone. She slapped his hand away and shot him a look. 
“No,” She whispered back before shushing him and placing the phone to her ear again. “Uh, something like that.” 
“Hi Maya. I’m taking very good care of (Y/N) right now in case you couldn’t tell.” He spoke just loud enough for Maya to hear, but (Y/N) didn’t let it get too far and hurried to get off the phone. 
“I’ll be home soon, see you in the morning. Bye,” Then she hung up and shoved her phone back into her bag with shaking hands. “You’re the worst.” 
“You’re lying. You love it.” 
He pulled away, still curling his fingers inside of her. She could see her wetness glistening on his mouth in the very scarce light they had from a couple of feet away and it was almost enough for her to confess now that she needed him. But he decided to tease her again instead. 
“You tried to act like you weren’t soaking for me and look at you now. Crying over just my fingers. Isn’t that something?” (Y/N) decided the best thing to do was put her hand back over her mouth because she really doesn’t feel like arguing with him when he could be making her orgasm instead. 
“Come on, pet. Tell me how much you like this. You don’t have to be that quiet.” 
If she moves her hand again, she’s not sure what will come out of her mouth and she’d rather it not be how much she loves this right now and how she never wants to stop. He’s just being mean. 
“I’ll have to stop if you don’t tell me something, pet. You either like it or you don’t.” 
“It’s good,” That’s all she could manage to say before she started slipping down the wall. He didn’t say anything about it, he just used his other hand to try and help her stay upright. “It feels really, really good and I’m about to cum. Thank you.” 
“There’s my sweet girl. So thankful, always. Wanna cum now?” 
“Please.” 
(Y/N) is pretty sure that he added another finger but she really can’t remember because her eyes were squeezing shut with how he was once again sucking and licking at her clit. It was like he knew exactly what she wanted without her saying it. 
He took his fingers out, instead switching between delving his tongue inside her for a taste and then going right back to her clit. It was a combination she’d never thought of before and it was doing wonders to draw her closer and closer to the edge. 
And since he didn’t want her to be so quiet anymore, all she could do was breathe out his name after a series of yeses. But she can’t help being a little concerned about him kneeling on the ground so long, even if he looks unbothered by it, so she’s really trying to work herself up enough to cum. All it took was one glance down at him licking through her folds like he’d been starving for it and she came. 
He pulled back and caught her as she was sliding down the wall, trying to remember her own name. She was settled in his lap, legs on either side of him, holding him tightly around the neck. Perhaps the alley wasn’t the absolute best place for this, but she just needs a few minutes to regroup. 
“How was that?” He held her back just as tight while resting his chin on her shoulder. 
“Give me a second.” He chuckled, moving his face into her neck and pressing his mouth to the column of her throat. She leaned further into him and gently tangled her fingers into his hair. She really cannot believe she’s sitting behind a pub on the ground right now with Harry. And she really, really cannot believe that he was just eating her out seconds ago. 
“Can you stand?” 
“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit again.” The reason she didn’t leave his lap quite yet was because she didn’t want to. Not because he’d given her one of the best orgasms of her life and her legs had turned useless. Definitely not that. 
Managing to find her footing again, he stood up with her and shoved his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t know what to say right now. She’s so beautiful right here and he wishes he could communicate that without fearing how she’d react. 
“I know you said you don’t need a chaperone but do you mind if I just walk a few blocks with you?” 
That’s how they ended up in front of her building. And neither of them knew what to say to the other. He did walk with his arm around her waist the entire time and she did lean into him but that was only because it was so much chillier than it had been a couple hours ago. 
“I’ll see you Monday then?” (Y/N) managed to say, just trying to keep the conversation going. 
“Sure, yeah. Monday. Okay,” He paused for a second and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Would it be alright if I kissed you right now?” 
She blinked at him. It hadn’t been expected. He wants to leave her at her doorstep with a kiss? This entire thing just got a little bit more complicated  
“I would like that.” She said softly, not wanting to disturb how quiet her street had gotten all of a sudden. She let him gently tilt her head up to connect their lips and she melted right into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back. It was much smoother than she anticipated but she didn’t mind it. 
It ended right when she considered offering for him to come inside. He pulled away so they could catch their breath and then pressed his mouth to her cheek. 
“I’ll let you go in and get back to studying.” She scoffed and shoved him away by his chest. 
“That is not all I do, you know.” 
“I know, trust me. Goodnight, (Y/N).” 
“Goodnight, Harry.” He couldn’t leave without pressing another kiss to her mouth. And then he had to force himself let her go inside, not without waving to him, and then he started off down the street, back to the pub. 
Except, he doesn’t remember the walk there at all. Instead, his mind was filled with thoughts of what (Y/N) could be doing right now. Was she as hung up on him as he was on her? 
When he sat back at the table next to his friends, still with the taste of (Y/N) on his tongue, he couldn’t help smiling. He’s going to ask her out. At least, he wants to. He has to find the courage somewhere because the sooner he does, the sooner that she can be his and that’s all he wants. 
(Y/N) had silently gone into her room and shut the door behind her. And then she changed into more comfortable clothes and sat on her bed, trying to find something to watch that’s going to put her to sleep. Once she was laid back in her pillows and relaxed, she put her hands over her face and squealed into them. 
She really can’t believe that what happened, happened. And she can’t wait to tell Maya in the morning.  
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Sitting in front of Harry again on Monday morning, (Y/N) was trying really hard not to blush. She couldn’t believe what they had done honestly. 
She told Maya all the details the next morning and she was practically screaming so (Y/N) had to quiet her down so she didn’t disrupt the neighbors. She tried to play it off like it was no big deal, just because she didn’t want to make it one. But Maya reassured her that it was a big deal and that she was proud of her for it. Even if she felt like it wasn’t something to be proud of exactly. 
So, now as she sits in front of Harry, every so often she’ll feel him tug on a strand of her hair. She tried to ignore it but that just meant he was recruiting a line of people in the seats next to her to pass her a note. She shot a smile to the girl one seat over from her that passed her a piece of folded paper and then quickly opened it. 
Stop ignoring me and give me your phone number. 
She shook her head, forcing a smile from her face and wrote him a message back. 
You’re so demanding today. Maybe if you ask nicely. 
She tried to be discreet as she held it over her shoulder for him to grab. She’d seen others get called out for passing notes and she really didn’t want to be one of them. 
This time a balled up piece of paper landed on her notebook. She wanted to glare at him but she was more interested in what he had to say. 
May I please have your phone number? 
(Y/N) was lucky that the professor was changing subjects because there was enough noise around her so that she could snicker without disturbing the room. She wrote her number down on the sheet and passed it back to him. She was going to give it to him anyway. 
Seconds later, her phone was buzzing in her pocket. She really doesn’t want to be someone who texts in class but she wants to see what he sent her more. So she kept her phone under the desk and quickly looked at his message. 
XXX: Can I walk you home after classes? 
And how could she ever say no? 
She sent him a quick sure in return and tuned back into the lesson. But now that she knows she’ll be seeing him later, she couldn’t pay attention for the rest of the period. 
When class let out, he followed her out of the lecture hall and didn’t let her get too far before pulling her to the side to talk to her. 
“I’ll meet you in the courtyard at three?” She’s not going to ask how he knows when her last class of the day finishes, so she just nodded. 
“Okay.” 
“Okay. See you in a bit, pet.” He kissed her cheek and then he was gone, on his way to another one of his classes. 
The rest of her day was spent daydreaming, with her picturing what would happen when she met him in the courtyard. Maybe she’ll finally get to invite him inside her apartment and they can hang out there. She was so eager to leave the class that she had her things packed before the professor finished with the notes. She’d gotten the majority of them, so as soon as class was dismissed, she was out of her chair and making her way across campus to meet Harry. She didn’t know exactly where he’d be, so it took a little searching since he really could be anywhere. 
When she did find him, he had Allison hanging off of his arm. He didn’t see her yet because she’d come from the side, so she stopped where she was and just watched the two of them, feeling a little disappointed. 
Harry’s face was a mix of almost impassive and almost annoyed. And it wasn’t very different from the expression he usually has around her. She wanted to think that he was annoyed with Allison, like he said he was. But he’s not too convincing right now. Instead, he looks like he always does when he’s with her. Does that mean that he’s really annoyed with her or is that how he always looks? He always appears to have a good time with her, but she doesn’t want to get too wrapped up in thinking about it. She was now confused and a little upset, so when she turned to leave and headed towards home herself, she hoped that he hadn’t caught sight of her. 
As soon as she walked into her apartment, ready to tuck herself into bed and forget about today, her phone buzzed. 
Harry: I think you just stood me up (Y/N). 
She groaned and walked back to her room and shut the door behind her before trying to think of a response. She was sure that he was going to be too distracted by Allison to give her a second thought. But she guesses she’s glad he remembered that he was supposed to walk her home. 
(Y/N): Oh my goodness, I completely forgot!
(Y/N): I just got home. Maybe next time? 
So she lied a little bit. It was for the best. She has homework to do anyway. Bringing him inside would have only prevented her from getting it done. 
Harry: Oh. That’s cool. 
Harry: Are we okay?
Harry was slightly panicking because he knew (Y/N) didn’t just forget to meet him, but he wasn’t going to press her if she didn’t want to talk about it. He waited much longer than he anticipated for her to respond back to his question. 
(Y/N): Yeah, we’re okay :) 
He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t done something to make her want to avoid him again. 
(Y/N) spent the rest of the night with her face in her pillow, trying not to think too hard about what tomorrow will bring.
She should’ve known that Harry would track her down early next morning and demand to know why she didn’t meet up with him. Because that’s exactly what he did. 
Standing outside out of her first class for the day was Harry, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed and not looking too pleased. She could’ve raced right past him and she did try, though she wouldn’t admit it to him, but he grabbed her wrist before she could get too far. 
“Did I do something?” He asked right away. He’d been up all night fighting the urge to text her again and try to lighten the mood a little bit. He can tell despite her saying everything was fine, it wasn’t. She seemed surprised he was there but he was so exhausted from the night before that he needed answers and he needed them now. 
“What?” 
“(Y/N). I was supposed to walk you home yesterday and you acted like you forgot. What happened?” The halls of the building were still kind of busy and she really didn’t want to have this conversation here. When she’s probably just making stuff up in her head anyway. 
“Nothing? Are you alright?” (Y/N) doesn’t think flat out admitting that she thinks he can do better will solve anything. So she’d rather deflect until he gets a good enough answer without her having to tell him everything. Plus, she doesn’t want him to know how pathetic she really is. 
“No I’m not. I want you to be honest with me. Right now.” His hand still had a gentle hold on her wrist and no matter how slight the touch, she still felt a fluttering in her stomach. But it got overshadowed by how serious the conversation had turned. He wanted her to confess to liking him so much and then to not feeling like she’d ever be enough for him.  
“Okay. Can we go outside or something? It’s kind of crowded here.” He didn’t reply, he just led her to the nearest door and as soon as they stopped at a bench, his expression once again appeared as if he was waiting for something. 
“If you want me to back off, just say that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. But tell me if I did something you didn’t like.” 
“It wasn’t anything like that. I just, you were with Allison again, so I thought that maybe you were busy with her and changed your mind about walking me home.” It was close enough to the truth without making her seem too insecure. 
“I don’t want anything to do with her, (Y/N). Please know that. She’s everywhere and always talking to me like I give a fuck but there is nothing going on there. I promise you,” He grabbed both of her hands this time. “Now tell me how much you missed me already. Because I know you did.” 
After she denied him a few more times, she finally gave in when he pouted at her and said that she was making him sad. And that was plenty for her to hide her face in her hands and eventually tell him that she missed him a little bit, even though it had been less than a day since they’d seen each other. 
He walked her to her next class and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her very soon. 
And while that did make her feel so much better about everything, she still was a little uneasy. But for now, she has to take his word for it and none of it means that he likes her the way that she’s beginning to like him. So, she’s going to tread lightly for a little while and try not to put too much faith into anything. 
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Harry didn’t exactly plan to overhear (Y/N)’s conversation with Maya. He was walking a few paces behind her like he always ends up doing somehow. They’d just gotten out of class and Maya had been waiting for her outside of the room.
He didn’t speak much to her today, or the past week, just because they had exams coming up, and there were revisions so couldn’t tap her on the shoulder like he normally does. In fact, when he saw her flip to the last page in the packet, he was rushing to answer the rest of the questions on his sheet so he could get out when she did. 
He kept trailing behind her because their conversation instantly intrigued him and he secretly wanted to know if they were going to mention him. 
“Everyone’s going to that huge party tonight. Will you go with me?” Harry did hear everyone talking about a party, but he wasn’t planning on going, just because he had some work to catch up on. But if there’s even a slim chance that (Y/N) might be going, he’s there. 
“Uh, sure. Sounds fun.” He knows that she knows it doesn’t sound fun at all. Unless you’re drinking. Otherwise it’s just an obnoxiously loud party full of drunk college students. 
“Great! Don’t worry, there will be plenty of cute guys there.” He watched as Maya nudged (Y/N) with her elbow and he swears his eye twitched. From then on, he went in the opposite direction. He doesn’t want to hear anymore of what they’re going to say. 
Maya started laughing seconds later and (Y/N) was confused. 
“You didn’t see him did you?” 
“Who?” 
“Harry was right behind us when I said that thing about cute guys. I could tell he was mad from here.” She laughed again, leaving her more confused than ever. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I only said that so he would hear. He’s so into you (Y/N). Please just go out with him already.” (Y/N) couldn’t help checking over her shoulder. Of course Harry was nowhere in sight, but she cannot believe Maya just did that. 
“He’s not interested.” She’s dragging her feet now, just thinking about it. The past weekend was just fun for both of them. It doesn’t have to make things complicated. 
“You and I both know that’s not true. We should start planning your outfit now!” She dragged her off in the direction of their apartment even though she has class in another hour or so. She’s just thankful the walk back will be quick. 
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“He’s going to be so pissed.” 
After classes were over for the day, Maya made it her mission to dress (Y/N) up in a way that she, once again, never would’ve thought of. This time it was another short skirt that almost felt shorter than the last one, but denim this time. And the top she was wearing was a baby pink sweater that tied in the front. But the fun part was that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Which is quite bold for her because she really can’t remember the last time she went anywhere without a bra on. She just hopes it’s not windy on the walk there. 
Her sneakers were a must again. She just can’t see having her feet squished into shoes that are going to make her feet ache the next day. She’d rather be somewhat comfortable in an outfit that’s really out of her comfort zone. 
Maya’s plan was to try to get Harry’s attention to make him confess his feelings to her. And while that sure would be a sight to see, (Y/N) just doesn’t believe that it’s ever going to happen. They slept together once. It’s not like they got married and they’re now bound to each other for eternity. She just wants to let it go. Harry is not interested and even if he was, she’d still not be certain of his intentions. And it’s just too much work to have to sift through that. 
(Y/N)’s plan is just to find someone else for the night and forget about Harry for the time being. Because maybe that’s what this is. He was her first and now she feels this tiny, tiny attachment to him. Not that it means anything too deep, but that’s just how it is.
Sure, they had that moment in the alley that made her think otherwise, but it really just wouldn’t make sense. They don’t belong together and they never will. And it’s just easier to turn her attention to something or someone else.  
It took way less time than she thought it would to get to the frat house. It was one a couple streets over from Harry’s and she’s so, so glad that it’s not his frat because she’s not sure she would’ve come. She hopes that Harry is nowhere near here tonight. It’ll just make this whole thing easier. 
“Do you think Harry will be here?” She still asked Maya, just wanting to know what she thought. 
“For sure. He thinks you’re going to get with someone else. He has to be here to stop you, duh.” She released a sigh, unheard by Maya as they walked past the threshold and into the noisy party. 
Harry saw (Y/N) right as she walked in. He got to the party early enough for them to still be setting up the drinks and the music so they tasked him with helping set up chairs in the backyard. He knows the members of this frat pretty well and has a lot of classes with the other guys in it, so it was no big deal helping them. He just didn’t want (Y/N) to get there before him. Because he’s not letting her leave his sight tonight.
He had plenty of time after his classes to imagine (Y/N) getting swept off her feet by some guy and all it did was anger him to another level he’s never experienced in his life. And it almost scared him. But it’s not like it doesn’t make sense. If he ever knew that (Y/N) was with someone else, he’s not sure he would make it through the rest of the semester with her. He’d have to take academic leave and go cry to his mum about it. And that’s not an exaggeration. 
Harry watched it happen in real time. (Y/N) walked in the house and he saw dozens of people turn to look at her. Because she’s gorgeous and perfect and no one in this house could ever meet her standards. Not even him but he’d like to think she likes him a little bit more than a stranger.
And he tried not to rush right up to her and drag her away from all the people staring at her because he didn’t want her to think he was trying to keep her all for himself. Even though he most certainly is and he will continue to do so until she knows that he’d do anything short of giving her the moon. But he doesn’t want to overcrowd her. So, he’ll let her have her fun for now. 
That lasted for all of ten minutes. Because a guy, who is not even remotely her type by the way, walked up to her and Maya as they poured themselves drinks and he was touchy right away. Harry knew that wasn’t (Y/N)’s favorite thing so he promptly got rejected by both her and Maya. He silently cheered to himself, trying to stay out of her line of vision so she doesn’t know he’s watching her yet. He doesn’t exactly want her to know he’s there. Just because he wants to see what she’ll do. If she really is interested in someone else. If she really would hook up with someone else while he’s not there. 
Not that he has any claims on her but he can’t lie and say he wouldn’t be crushed if he found out something like that. Just as another loser walked up to (Y/N), he was dragged away by one of his frat brothers, Brett to the backyard. Apparently, he doesn’t know how to change the fucking keg. But Harry just wants to know how the keg is empty in the first place. 
It took much longer than he anticipated. Everyone was in the way and they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing so he was pretty much clenching his fists the entire way back into the party. If he sees (Y/N), everything will feel so much better. He walked in expecting to catch a glimpse of her still talking with Maya and smiling the same pretty smile she always has on. But that is not at all what happened. 
He didn’t see (Y/N) anywhere. And while he tried not to be so panicked searching around for her, he was totally shoving people out of the way and apologizing after. He saw Maya flirting with another guy but (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. So he thought the absolute worst. Someone had taken her upstairs while he was gone and now she’s probably having the time of her life with someone else. Well, he wouldn’t go that far but she thinks she’s enjoying herself. She’s not. 
Harry doesn’t want to completely overdo this. He doesn’t want to kick every last door in until he finds her and rip someone off of her. But he doesn’t see another way around it. So, he stomped up the stairs and when he got to the first door, he shoved it open, not caring one bit. 
“Sorry.” He wasn’t. It was a random couple about to have their own fun but it wasn’t (Y/N). He kept searching. He was just about to push another door open when he heard her laugh. It was muffled by a door but he still heard it when there had been a lucky break in the music. And now he’s fucking fuming. Because not only does whoever is in that room think they’re about to sleep with her, but they’re making her laugh too? Not on his fucking watch.
He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to shove the door open and see what the hell was going on in there. When the door swung open, she gasped and he was a little confused. 
There was no one in the room with her and she was sat at the edge of the bed with her phone in her hands. He still gave the room a once over, making sure he didn’t miss something. But she really was in here on her own. 
“What are you doing?” 
(Y/N) is not eager to admit that she left in the middle of a party to a vacant room to watch funny cat videos but she doesn’t think that Harry will expect anything less from her. So she just shrugged, leaving that part out. 
“Bored,” She watched as he walked closer and then knelt right down in front of her only to lay his head in her lap and wrap his arms around her. Now she’s confused but she didn’t bother saying anything about it. “You okay?” 
“Mhm.” He rested his cheek on her bare thigh and took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. He’s never felt so relieved. When he pushed that door open, he had no idea what he’d be walking into, he’s just glad it was (Y/N) and she was alone. 
“Want to see something funny?” She held her phone down by his face and showed him the video that made her laugh. It was just a cat chasing a laser and it was the first one that came up when she searched “funny cat videos” but it made her laugh. And it made him chuckle a little bit so she’ll call that a win. 
“You’re silly. Ready to get out of here?” He sat up a little bit to meet her eyes and she nodded. 
“Yes, please.” 
It was like they made plans without actually making the plans. Because Harry and (Y/N) walked hand in hand out of the party and she waved to Maya on their way out, silently letting her know where she’d be for the rest of the night and all Maya did was raise a cup at her. 
With their hands still intertwined, he led her in the direction of her apartment, even though his house was much closer. 
“There’s a party at the house tonight so we can go to yours if you’d rather do that.” She nodded, feeling his thumb rub over the back of her hand. She was slightly curious about that but she let it go, saving it for later though. 
Harry had never been in her apartment, so she was a bit nervous about him seeing her room for the first time. It wasn’t a total mess, thankfully, so when he did come in and sit on the bed, she didn’t have to be concerned about it. 
“This is, um, this is me.” 
“Cute.” 
She could feel her skin getting hot. It may just be her brain getting ahead and jumping the gun, knowing that something is going to happen, she just doesn’t know what. 
Sitting next to him on her bed, she twiddled her thumbs, trying not to appear so eager. But they don’t really have to do anything physical, having him here is enough for her. 
“Are you hungry?” 
“Not particularly.” 
“Oh.” 
She tried to think of something else for them to do. But nothing was really coming to mind. 
“I have a few movies I’ve been wanting to watch, we could do that—”
“Please just be quiet and ride me already, will you?” Harry didn’t mean to be so blunt about it, but she was clearly dancing around them fucking and his cock was already starting to get hard in his pants. 
“Oh. Okay. I’ve never done that though.”
“I know, pet. Come on,” They both stood up so they could undress. (Y/N) was a bit shy about taking her top off but Harry just plucked at the tied string and pulled it down her arms. “There. Pretty. I’ll lay down first, okay?” 
She nodded, watching as he laid back into her pillows in just his boxers. He got comfortable and then patted his lap. 
“I’ve got a condom in the pocket of my jeans. This isn’t like the pornos you watch. Safety first,” She rolled her eyes to herself and picked up his jeans. “Hury.” 
Harry didn’t exactly plan on this part either and that’s not why he had a condom, he was just feeling hopeful and it paid off. 
She found the condom and a few moments later was sitting in his lap, trying not to think about how hard he was under her. 
“Now what?” 
“You’re probably already dripping all over, so we won’t have to do much there, will we?” 
“Hey—”
“I’m this fucking close to making a mess of my underwear, so I think we’ll just stretch you out a bit and I’ll let you try it. Is that good? Since you’re probably in a rush again.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. 
“I’m not in a rush. I just can’t wait for you to be inside me again.” She blurted out, causing a smirk to rise on his face. 
“Interesting. Sounds like the definition of in a rush to me. Maybe go pick up your pocket dictionary and get back to me on that.” 
“Can I just try? Please. I don’t need you to stretch me out, I can take it, I promise.” (Y/N) didn’t wait for another one of his smart responses, she just molded her mouth to his and tried to get him to shut up for a second. “And I don’t even have a pocket dictionary.” 
“Sure you don’t. Fine,” He muttered against her mouth and she smiled, sitting back on his thighs and waiting for him to tell her what to do. “It’s only your second time (Y/N). Who knew you’d be such a cockwhore.” 
She shushed him, sitting up slightly so he could push the band of his briefs down. As soon as she caught sight of him, she was reminded of nearly two weeks ago when that was in her mouth and he told her she was making him feel so good. She never thought she’d be good at it but clearly she was wrong. 
“This goes on, right?” She held up the condom and he nodded, taking it from her hands to tear open the packaging. And then he handed it back to her. 
“Go ahead.” 
“But how do I—” He took it back from her and pulled it out, showing it to her and then placing it correctly over him. 
“Just pull it down, okay? It’s easy.” She tried and he winced immediately. “Can your hands get any colder, christ.” 
“I didn’t know!” She laughed a little but managed to get the condom over him completely. He shook his head and set his hands on her hips. 
“Are you ready?” 
“Yes.” 
He helped her lift up so she was hovering over him and he held her there until she just started to press down on him. And ever since the last time she was right here in this situation, she’d been chasing the feeling. To be as full as she was and for him to make her feel like she’d never felt before. (Y/N) should’ve known from the start that she was ruined for anyone else. 
But now that he’s completely inside of her, she has a tiny idea what to do, but she is kind of lost and doesn’t want to do anything wrong. Or hurt him because she has heard of that happening. 
“Can I move?” 
“Oh. I thought you were waiting until the new year,” He shot her a look. “Of course you can move. What’s wrong?” 
“Will it… hurt you?”
“No, love. You’re already fucking squeezing me, I’m not going to last long anyway.” 
“Oh, sorry.” She tried to relax so maybe she wasn’t “squeezing” him, but all he did was pinch her waist and shake his head. 
“Felt good. Why are you saying sorry?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“Don’t be afraid you’re going to break my dick. It’s fine, I promise,” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and then nodded at her. “You can move now. Need help?” 
“Yes, please.” 
“You feel okay and everything?” 
“So good.” 
“Good. Just move up a little and come back down. Not hard, right?” She did as he asked and when she came back down on him, she gasped. Because she hadn’t expected it to feel like that. “That’s it. Keep going.” 
His hands rested on the underside of her thighs to keep her steady while she tried to stay at a nice pace. She could tell that he was enjoying himself from his hooded eyes and the way he kept groaning softly. 
“Am I doing okay?” 
“More than. Try to go a little faster.” This time she placed each of her hands on his chest to help push herself up. She knew that she was probably going slower than he wanted, but she was really trying her best. 
Her legs were already starting to burn and she hasn’t been on top of him for more than five minutes. But there is not one part of her that wants to stop, even if her legs are aching already. 
She really liked being over top of him. It was so different from last time and it felt much different too. Like he was pressed against that one spot deep inside of that only he could reach. And he had given her all control to whatever she pleased with him. 
“My legs hurt.” She only mentioned it because she thought that he might want to take over. Just in case she wasn’t doing it how he wanted, but instead, he tsked at her. 
“Told you I was too big. But you don’t listen.”
“You’re not that big—”
“Hey. Watch your mouth, sweetheart. I’m being really nice to you and letting you get off on my dick and you just insulted me,” He patted her hip gently and sat up a bit. “Kiss first and then I’ll help you a little bit. I know you’re just kidding.” 
She tried not to kiss him so sloppily but she couldn’t help it. Right as their mouths touched, he was slamming her down on him repeatedly. Enough for her to feel like she was going limp. Hanging onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping her upright. 
(Y/N) hopes that Maya will not be home anytime soon with noises she’s making. She sure it’s obnoxious and probably over the top but she can’t help it. She’ll never live it down if Maya comes in and hears her. 
“Harry—” She was barely doing anything anymore, he was moving her the way he wanted and it felt so good, she couldn’t help digging her nails into his back or the fact that her eyes kept falling shut. 
“You’re so good, (Y/N). Cum for me now.” And she had no choice not to because she was so close to the edge before he even touched. Just the thought of having him had her already halfway there. 
With the sound that (Y/N) just let out, she’s sure that the neighbors know exactly what’s going on by now. And she would feel bad but if any one of them had a chance to be in her position, they would’ve done the same. 
He carefully laid them back, still not quite pulling out of her yet and she sighed, resting her cheek on his arm. 
“I need to just lay here for a second. I can’t move.” He chuckled, brushing her hair back. 
“That’s fine.” He kissed her forehead and rested his other arm over her waist. 
“Did you, um, you know?” She tilted her head up to look at him and he shook his head. 
“What ever are you referring to?” She whined at him, hiding her face away in his chest. He knew precisely what she meant, he just wanted her to say it. 
“You know what I mean!” 
“I came like ten minutes ago, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You’re too pretty.” His hand came down to lift her chin so they could meet eyes and he kissed her once. And then two more times, unable to stop himself. 
“Will you stay?” 
“Yeah. You were going to have to kick me out if you wanted me to leave.” She shook her head at him before snuggling back into his chest. 
“We have class tomorrow.” She reminded him and he shrugged. 
“We’ll skip and stay right here all day long.” Harry knows that (Y/N) has probably never skipped a class ever but she’s probably so far ahead on the syllabus, she could miss a month of class and still have a perfect GPA. 
“I don’t know about that, but I only have two classes tomorrow so maybe—”
“Please, pet? I’ll take such good care of you here if you stay. I’m sure Maya can get your notes for you.” 
“I don’t know.” She trailed off. It wouldn’t be terrible if she missed a day. There wasn’t much going on except for exam review that she already knew forward and backwards. And it was true. Maya could fill her in on whatever happened in class if she decided to stay in with Harry. The idea is sounding more appealing the more he pouts at her. 
“Come on, baby. You deserve a break. I’ll help you study tomorrow, okay?” 
“I’ll think about it.” He groaned, pulling her closer to him and tangling his legs with hers. He really liked how cozy her room was and he had no plans to leave it tomorrow so he really needs (Y/N) to be on board. Because if he has to leave her side tomorrow, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive.
There was something (Y/N) had been thinking about ever since they were on their way to her apartment and she just can’t get it out of her head. So she has to ask him and see what his answer is. Because it will say a lot without asking too bluntly. 
“If there was a party there, why did you come all the way to that other one?” Harry knows that (Y/N) asks excellent questions. She’s so smart and pretty and she’s basically making him spell it out for her. 
“I knew you would be at that one so I came there. I had to see you,” She felt herself smile, really liking his answer. She’s so glad he did because she wanted to see him too, even though she was trying to convince herself she didn’t earlier. Now she feels like she could spill her guts to him and she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed about it all. Because it’s pretty clear that her feelings are being reciprocated. “If you couldn’t tell already, I’m crazy about you and I want to take you out sometime. So please say yes because my stomach hurts right now.” 
She laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. She’s glad that he finally said it out loud and she doesn’t have to guess anymore. And while she could’ve said something first, she’s just happy that one of them did, so the back and forth can stop. 
“I’d love to. And I really, really like you too.” He sighed in relief and kissed her cheek just like she did to his. 
“Good.” 
“How’s your stomach now?” 
“Be quiet. It’s better.” She couldn’t help smiling again because it’s like everything is falling into place. And it came completely out of nowhere. But she’s thankful that things turned out the way they did. 
“Can I kiss you again?” 
“I’d die if you didn’t.” 
“That’s a little overdramatic, do you know that?”
“And you’re not leaving this room for a long, long time. Do you know that?” She rolled her eyes but she was obviously okay with that. She wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else. “You’re mine tomorrow?” 
“Fine.” She pecked his lips twice but that wasn’t enough for him so he rolled over on top of her, making her laugh and go back to kissing him. 
Just like last time, Harry is fucked. But in the best way possible. Because he has (Y/N) here now and he’s not letting her get away without letting her know how much he adores her. He hopes he gets to tell her for the rest of his life, but for now, they’ll just see how it goes. 
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Red Line*
Summary: Harry has some lines that he sticks to, except that you were never one to oblige.
Or Harry getting jealous.
Trope: Agent! Harry
Warnings: Mean Harry, Dom Harry, oral scene, hair pulling, choking.
WC: 4k
This is set before At All Costs
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Harry has been acting weird lately.
Y/n wants to believe that it’s a coincidence, or that he’s just delighting in his position as a superior, but she knows deep down that there’s more to it.
His attitude towards her keeps changing, he’s either completely stern or completely soft. The latter is more confusing for her given his persona. It’s even more concerning when it’s shown in front of other agents.
The only logical reasoning would be the physical relationship that they have. They hook up when he approaches her (which has been increasing lately). But getting on his nerves is her favorite activity, so sometimes she barges into his office or room and initiates the first move. Of course, she does that because he specified that sex will happen only when he says so. Though his plan doesn’t seem to work as he obliges to her wishes every single time and fucks her into the next training.
It started almost six months ago when he really had it with her during an important training. She talked back at him in front of relevant agents from a different country. He commanded her to leave and wait in his office where he was going to issue a punishment for her. That went completely sideways when the verbal discipline he wanted to perform turned into degradation as they screwed each other’s brains.
They never actually agreed to a certain timing, Harry would simply show up and knock the air out of her lungs with a hungry kiss. He’s someone who likes order in both his personal and professional life, Y/n disobedience rendered him attractive to her in an odd way.
The nice outcome was the raw and dirty sex they had. The only orders she obeyed were the ones he gave her behind closed doors.
It isn’t exactly an ideal position because intimate relationships are not to be found in the workplace; especially in this dangerous field. That wasn’t supposed to be an issue since it was common knowledge that they hated each other’s guts.
But did they really?
Harry’s weird behavior did not go unnoticed by Y/n, maybe it’s just their chemistry increasing but at this point, she can’t figure out anything. Lying to herself won’t benefit her; she likes him and she really shouldn’t but it’s already too late.
He isn’t a casual kisser but that changed recently. He attaches his mouth to her’s the entire time as if they got glued somehow.
He developed the habit of resting his lips against her forehead during missionary, leaving a subtle kiss that she didn’t even catch up on until a while after.
Despite the sexual energy they shared, the stolen glances and lingering touches, by far his lips subtly brushing against her face was the closest form of obedience he had ever experienced.
Their bodies worked together in sync. A kiss here, a kiss there. Warmth here and warmth there.
They despised each other outside of the bedroom, Harry can’t handle someone who questions his authority and Y/n is exactly that.
She messes with his perspective about everything he has been taught, his morals, his personality, and his methods of training. Whenever they’re found in the same room together, know that some snarky comments will be thrown.
He hadn’t seen her in two days. It’s normal to go a while without seeing a colleague or an agent as everyone’s missions can vary. He lived his life normally without seeing lifelong friends for months, unaware of their safety and whereabouts. But the moment the clock strikes 10 in the morning, he’s up on his feet strolling to Agent Marks’ office. All agents that he bumps into either move out of his way after greeting him or quickly hide inside a room.
And that is Harry Styles.
“Marks where is Miss Y/n?” Harry practically barged into the office making the agent in front of him jump on his feet in a matter of seconds.
“Mo—rning S-ir” He stuttered in shock at the sudden entrance before processing what Harry asked him and turning his attention to the computer where he typed Y/n’s name as Harry gave him a cold stare.
“It looks like she’s scheduled to return today.” He answers Harry whose face shows a hint of relief upon hearing the information.
He walked out of the office without any other word and headed straight to the spacious gym where other agents were training as well. This time no one halted their movements or walked away, only because everyone wanted to admire his stamina while working out.
All agents were well trained and monitored, just because Harry radiated authority does not mean others were lower than him. He’s a well respected man.
The attention in the room turned to him as he covered his hands in boxing gloves and began punching the bag in front of him.
Watching him exercise was similar to indulging in a movie about a ruthless athlete. He punched it nonstop as sweat dripped down his forehead until it ultimately covered his pump chest.
His stamina was otherworldly. He didn’t reach this position for nothing. While everyone admired him and secretly wished they could mimic his moves, Harry’s mind was somewhere else.
He couldn’t stop thinking about a certain girl and her safety. He’s not sure which is irritating him more; the fact that he’s unaware of her situation or why he’s so concerned with her.
His punches were coordinated yet extremely intense. His biceps flexed with every move and his abs contracted under the dim light of the gym.
He released every emotion that he couldn’t decipher into that punching bag. He didn’t realize how far he went until his friend Zayn stood in front of him and caught the punching bag in his arms.
“Mate it’s gonna fall off the hook.” He warned him, catching his eyes in a concerned stare.
Harry looked around him only to be met with the sight of an empty gym and a clock that was striking 1 in the afternoon.
He’s been here for three hours?
He walked slowly to the nearest wall where he rested his back before sitting on the ground.
He lost track of time as his mind was conquered by Y/n. He shouldn’t be thinking about her or anything that’s related to her. And definitely not about the mole on her left hip and the softness of her—
“Are you okay?” Zayn rescued him from his merciless brain. Harry’s chest heaved as he closed his eyes to gain a moment of calmness that he rarely ever enjoys.
The bruises on his knuckles that were healing are now visible again and he can’t help but remember how Y/n expressed worry over them.
Does she care about him?
Is she thinking about him?
“I’m fine.” He replied to Zayn to avoid further questioning. He’s aware that his friend can get worried sometimes but Harry is a closed book. There is no need to confide anyone in.
He walked away after catching his breath, leaving Zayn standing in the middle of the room with unanswered questions.
A cold shower will always soothe Harry right after exercising, but especially when he’s losing control of his thoughts.
As the icy water engulfed his skin in a pleasurable sting, he rubbed his face and eyes to avoid the sinful images that were flooding his mind.
Although he shouldn’t, he realized that he never fucked Y/n in the shower. It didn’t take long for him to harden at the mere thought of their skin together under the water.
He can even imagine the way she’d rest her head against his body, bite his skin, and let out lustful moans that haunt his daydreams.
He is absolutely fucked.
“Fuck’s sake.” He tilts his head backward, allowing the cold water to drip down his toned body reaching his erect cock, earning a hiss from him.
He could fuck anyone right now just to get it out of his system. In fact, he could do that at any given time and yet he always holds back.
The gravitational pull Y/n has on him is insane. He wants her body attached to his at all times.
He showered quickly after muttering under his breath about self-discipline and wrapped a towel around his waist.
His mind was so occupied with Y/n that he forgot all about bringing in clothes with him. He’ll have to step out with only the towel covering his body, but that wasn’t much of an issue as he assumed that the center would be somewhat empty at this hour.
He strolled down the hallway with the towel as a layer for his lower body. The shower helped his nerves to calm down after all the torturous thinking.
He was headed towards his office that he stays in on most days before hearing muffled voices coming from the gym.
Normally, he wouldn’t give two fucks. He can’t keep up with every single agent and he only interferes if he observes something against the rules.
But the soft voice followed by giggles that his ear can detect from miles away—that is his business.
He dismisses the fact that he’s half-naked as he directs his attention to the gym area where he sees Y/n, still in her field clothes standing next to an agent who is clearly thirsting for her.
“I’m glad that you’re back.” The agent practically had his body glued to Y/n.
“Hmm yeah?” Y/n used her flirtatious tone; the same one that had Harry weak in the knees. He clenched his fists, trying to hold back from using the training he had today to deform the guy’s face. All the stress that the shower took away came back and bubbled through his bloodstream.
“Of course. I missed you and I was wondering if you would like—“ Harry interrupted by pushing the door open with a force, catching them off guard.
“Hello Sir—“
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” His anger was visible and he looked like he was about to get reckless.
“Training sir-“
“Training your flirting methods?! They sure as hell suck.” Harry dripped poison with every word and his body language indicated how furious he was.
Y/n stood unbothered. She was amused even. Harry could easily tell that which pissed him off even more. Her eyes scanned his body the same way she eyes a candy.
The guy was swallowing down his throat, inattentive to the shared glances between Harry and Y/n. All he cared about in the moment was not upsetting his boss, and trying not to appear as a total idiot in front of Y/n.
“Get the fuck away from my face right this instant. Your actions will have a consequence.” Harry’s voice was threatening and devilish as if he enjoyed being this rough with agents. In fact, he lived for the thrill of it.
The agent scurried out of the room as fast as he could to avoid eye contact with Harry who was staring at him with a clenched jaw and bulging eyes.
If he wasn’t angry already, Y/n surely knew how to press his buttons. She casually headed towards the door with an amused grin planted on her face.
“Not so fast Y/n.” He grabbed her arm before she got to pass by him. She rolled her eyes instantly and looked away.
“Who the hell are you rolling your eyes at?” He grabbed her jaw with his hand, forcing her to look up at him.
“Is there anyone else in the room?” She replied in a sassy tone, as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
His nostrils were flaring and she could almost hear his teeth grinding together. The look he gave her warned her that she was in for it. But obviously, she pressed further.
He glanced subtly behind him to make sure that the hallway was empty before tightening his grip on her arm and dragging her behind him.
“Where are you—“
“I don’t want to hear you talking.” She had really messed up.
When she returned from her mission, she craved nothing more than his body against her. It tormented her on the field, but she was instead met with an agent who was pining after her when she was not even interested.
She flirted back because she saw Harry’s silhouette while the guy was too busy staring at her.
Teasing Harry was her favorite activity. They were not official nor expressed romantic gestures but Y/n was curious to see Harry’s reaction upon seeing her with other men, and that guy was the perfect opportunity for her.
She didn’t have a particular response in mind, maybe just Harry being nonchalant but she certainly did not see this coming.
He guided her to his office where he shut the door behind him with a thud. He released her arm and stood in front of her as he looked down at her with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw.
“What the fuck was that Y/n?” His tone fluctuated between high and low as he cornered her, making her lean against the door while his arms caged her on both sides.
“I don’t know. What was it?” She pretended to be clueless, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth; a move that he adores.
“So now you know nothing about being a slut?” He spat with anger, attempting to avoid the way she was tugging at her lip.
Their bodies were dangerously close, he wanted to bury his face in her neck and give her love bites that she’d have to hide but feel their sting whenever pressed on. Y/n craved sinking herself down on his cock and caressing his face as he let out the most beautiful sighs. But Harry’s head was spinning with jealousy and Y/n opened Pandora’s box.
“Are you jealous Harry?” She cooed, placing her hand on his toned chest which was still moist from the shower. His pine shower gel was everywhere.
“It’s sir for you.” He moved her hand away from his body and wrapped it around her throat.
He didn’t want to admit it verbally, but he was about to burn the entire room when he saw her breathing next to a man who wasn’t him. These feelings of possessiveness keep increasing and he can’t fight his urges no matter how disciplined he is.
“I left for two days and you got all cranky.”
“Then you came back and started acting like a whore.” His grip on her throat tightened as he inched his face closer to her.
“We were just chatting.” She rolled her eyes again.
“First of all, you can only roll your eyes when my cock is stretching your pussy…” His face was practically glued to hers as his deep voice sent shivers through her body. His cologne made a complete mess out of her.
“… Second of all, he wants to fuck you and that’s my duty only. Do you understand?” His tone was a mix of possessiveness and softness.
“Yes.” Her brain barely processed left his mouth.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.”
With Harry towering over her, she took a quick moment to ogle his body. There’s a reason she likes it when he chokes her; other than the tingly feeling she gets when his hand covers her throat—his veins drench her panties.
They extend along his forearm down to his hand that she stares at during training. The more he tightens his grip—the more his biceps flex. His pumped chest and chiseled abs are a bit moist from the shower, and incredibly smooth because he applies a lotion. The towel is low on his waist giving a scandalous display of his toned V line, and an appearance of the ferns tattoo.
The water covering his curls dripped down to her chest then sternum; drop after the other before he lowered his face to catch them with his tongue. It felt warm against her skin—seeing him fresh out of the shower had her lusting for him to fuck her under the water.
His tongue moved against her skin, catching the fallen droplets before reaching her neck where he sucked harshly on her skin.
He pulled away abruptly offering her his devilish grin.
“Kneel.”
He switched back to his authoritative tone, he knows how much she loves being treated like a slut. She acted like one anyway.
“Yes sir.” She gradually went down on her knees, with her hands trailing his body just so she could take the towel off. His cock stood against his stomach, beads of precum glistening on his tip.
“Don’t think for one second that this is a reward. Your mouth is nothing but a fuck toy.” He grabbed her ponytail in one hand and inserted his finger in her mouth with the other.
She sucked on his thumb, looking up at him with ‘fuck me eyes’ as she shamelessly continued to ogle his muscles. Her view was perfect. His V line and the trimmed hair had her pussy clenching around nothing.
She stuck her tongue out at him daring him to not hold back. She pushes his buttons every time so she can earn what she wants: rough sex and soft aftercare.
“Such an eager slut. Drooling for cock.” He slapped his cock on her face making her try to suck on it.
“Only your cock sir.” She knew that this would get him all worked up.
“Damn right. Only mine Y/n.” He grunted, guiding his cock to her rosy lips. She licked the precum off his sensitive tip earning a hiss from him.
Her tongue worked its way along his shaft with one of her hands cupping his balls. She maintained eye contact with him for the thrill.
Her mouth released scandalous moans to show him that she likes this. Her hand stroked his length while her tongue fixated on his tip.
“Sluts don’t get to enjoy pleasure.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop making her whine.
He spat on his shaft before bringing it to her lips again and thrusting it all in one go. She gagged immediately and tried her best to bob her head against it. He slapped her hand away when she tried to touch his length and began thrusting his hips into her mouth.
“Can you hear that? The sound of your pathetic gagging? Way better than your sassy talk.” His voice wavered at the end when his cock reached the back of her throat.
He had to balance between tilting his head backward from pleasure and looking down to see her beautiful ruined face.
Her cheeks hollowed around his shaft as he used her mouth. Her gagging had him weak in the knees, not to mention the tears streaming down her face along with her messy hair strands.
“That’s it, little minx. Make your throat ache.” He stroked her head before pushing it against his shaft, holding it for a few seconds, and pulling out.
She coughed heavily; trying to catch her breath as precum and saliva dripped down from her mouth to her chest.
“Aw, would you look at that?” He swiped his fingers along her mouth, catching their mixed juices together just so he could lick it.
“Whose cum is that hm? Whose cock are you choking on?” He asked with a raspy voice that had her squirming.
“You sir.”
“Hmm like music to my ears.” He took in her puppy eyes and ruined face for a minute or two, before thrusting his cock back in her mouth.
Her tongue felt so fucking warm that he had to restrain himself from cumming. He didn’t lie when he said that her mouth was his fuck toy. His hips rolled forward as he pushed her head on his length back and forth, letting out audible moans.
“This is the only cock you can suck Y/n.” He gritted through his teeth as he fucked her mouth mercilessly.
“When you wake up in the morning with a sore throat, you better keep that in mind.” Her whines were loud through the gagging and choking. Of course, her squirming never fails to make him smirk. She’s sassy until he makes her needy; that’s when sub-Y/n comes out to play.
“Oh poor baby, does your pussy need a cock to fill it?” He slowed down to watch more saliva leak from the corners of her mouth and to hear her beg for a release.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He sped up again—on purpose. She dug her nails into his thighs and pushed her head against his cock till her nose bumped his pelvis.
This exact moment altered his brain chemistry—she silently choked on his cock, a tear streaming down her cheek as she whimpered eagerly with puppy eyes.
She lived for this—she wanted him to use her.
He refrained from guiding her anymore as she took the initiative by herself and fucked her mouth.
“So dumb for my cock aren’t you?” He rolled his eyes in ecstasy when she swiped her tongue against his swollen tip.
His length had grown since she first began sucking it due to swelling—but that didn’t stop her from taking it all inside his mouth.
He felt his cock beginning to twitch which she seemed to enjoy. Of course, she’d want his load.
“Time to use your mouth as my cum dump, isn’t that right little minx?” Her muffled moan and gagging sent him over the edge.
He didn’t hold back and released his load inside her mouth. His moans and curses filled the room as he kept letting out one rope after the other of his warm cum.
Y/n’s mouth overflowed as she eagerly swallowed it while some leaked out of the corner of her mouth.
“Take my cum, little minx.” He panted heavily—prompting his muscles to contract as his hand caressed Y/n’s cheek.
She took his cum every single time without hesitation, the same way he devours her cunt for breakfast.
He pulled out with a hiss—he was still leaking but he didn’t want to pressure her even though he knew she’d want it.
She was trying to lick every drop from the corners of her mouth. Her view was even better now—he looked heavenly with his body just standing there as his cock leaked on her face.
He kneeled to her level and lifted her body off the ground with one arm, before placing her on his desk. He was still experiencing the high of the orgasm—but he wanted to make sure she was okay.
She did not use her safe word and he wonders if she ever will—she likes it way too rough.
He wiped her face with tissues, pressing his lips against her temple like he always does. She rested her head against his shoulder as he stroked her head.
They never discussed his gentleness in the aftercare. It was the bare minimum of course, but sometimes he liked to pretend that it was more than that.
It was an excuse to give her love. To tip the universe off its balance.
“Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
“This is the last time I wish to see you flirting with another man.” His tone remained neutral, but it was an order. A strict one.
“Don’t want to anyway.” She buried her face in his chest.
Her response caught him off guard. He can’t push away his possessive thoughts for long—but he can’t confess either.
He pulled away momentarily to fetch her a water bottle from his mini fridge. He helped her have some sips before wiping her mouth and kissing it—again.
Her mouth was addictive and damn it was he an addict.
He sticks to a lot of rules in his life—yet her lips feel so forbidden, inviting him into a world free of order.
She was his kryptonite.
His red line that no one would survive crossing.
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Hiii boo loved your writings 🩷 I was wondering if U can write a smut where y/n is a bit insecure about her body and Doubts herself but Dom Harry thinks otherwise and comforts her by having sex in front of the mirror with her and telling her how much he worships her body 👀 this scenario randomly came to my mind and I'm now-
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EEEEEKK! THIS WHOLE PROMPT HAS ME ON THE FLOOOR‼️🫶🏼 AND TYSM LOVIE
warnings: ofc seggsss! a little detailed smut, domrry!!, cussing, insecurity, insecurity during intimate times.
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“H you don’t understand, I swear my rib cage is literally getting wider” y/n complains standing in-front of there full size mirror adjacent to there shared bed.
With back against the headboard, Harry who observed confusingly, looking at this girl who was practically perfect in every way talk bad about herself.
“Baby what on Earth y’on about” he asked.
“M’getting big, and my face! H don’t get me started, it’s so just..there” she said picking at spots and parts of her face.
H couldn’t stand anymore of this, it’s almost like these words were directed at him.
He swiftly arose to his feet and got close to the girl, putting his much larger hands on hers to stop her picking.
“Love” he started.
His right arm slid down to her waist to make her face the mirror again.
“All I see is a gorgeous girl who cant see what others do” he said pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
“Yeah, but y’my boyfriend, course your gonna say that”
Oh so it’s like that.
“Fucking hell baby” he huffs.
Guiding her face to look his way with his ringed fingers on her chin, he cups both her cheeks with his hands, resting his forehead on hers.
“Boyfriend or not, you are one the most beautifulest fucking women in the world and how on Earth I got you will never know baby” he said, pressing a soft lingering kiss against her lips.
Not saying anything, her gaze starts so slowly miss his.
“Hey, look at me”
“Why do you think so many people look at you when we’re out, why do you think I hold you so close, you know why I get so jealous hmm?” He ponders.
She shakes her head, “m’pretty sure there looking at you” she faintly smiles.
“Don’t think so lovie, I count my lucky stars every night because of you, and the fact you can’t see your beauty is crazy love”
“I love you Harry” she mumbled against his lips.
“I love you, more than I think you know” he says falling into her lips and not hesitating to take it further.
“Please let me show you how much I love you, let me show you love please”
Y/n and Harry had been intimate many, many times but it was rare occasion y/n hid herself, and Harry felt wrong about it.
“Look how gorgeous you are riding m’cock love” Harry moaned from under her catching a quick look towards the mirror.
Y/n turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror.
She’s be lying if the sight didn’t turn her on more. Her bouncing on his dick, the way harry watched her, the sounds and sight of her, caused her to feel more confident infront of the mirror.
“Feel so good Harry” she moaned.
“My gorgeous angel, so so perfect- shit” he groaned.
“So perfect, y’body, face, eyes fucking everything” he started.
“Like a goddess” he panted.
“Harry-“ she tried
“Your my everything- shit, without you absolutely nothing matters fucking nothing angel shit-“
“Harry I’m gonna cum” she whined
“Let go for me angel, let go with me, my fucking everything”
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