#harry hook x rose

[descendantofthesparrow]

He wants attention; she’s busy and likes to annoy him

Harry: Rose-*fuck*

Rose: shoving his face away as she continues to casually talk to Desiree and Gonzo

he was mid hug and she shoved him, he’s going to pout to Harriet for the next week now. 

[blizzardheart12]

Descendants 4 headcanon/theory || the Hook family

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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking ever since I first watched Rise of Red, and I mean a lot. In recent days, that old middle school mystery I used to ponder about who the Hook childrens’ mother is has come back to haunt me once again. So, after a lot of reliving my past Descendants obsession (and a fair amount of fanfic reading), I came up with this theory— it’s really just headcanons— about Harriet, Harry, CJ, and Red’s parentage. Let me know what you think! This is the first time I’ve actually posted something on Tumblr so we’ll see how this goes lol.

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Captain James Hook and Bridget, the Queen of Hearts

Harriet Hook’s mother is the Queen of Hearts. Harriet and her fraternal twin sister, Red (bear with me), were born shortly after the creation of the Isle of the Lost. During this time, James lived in Wonderland with Bridget and helped command her army while she ruled the kingdom, thus avoiding imprisonment on the Isle. James, who had a passion for traveling, often left to visit with his crew and other villainous friends there by permission of Auradon, which sparked jealousy in Bridget, unbeknownst to him.

When Auradon Kingdom informed the Kingdom of Wonderland that the doorway between their worlds would soon be sealed for good, a massive argument ensued between Bridget and James. James wanted to leave Wonderland and live on the Isle with his crew mates and friends, and he wanted Bridget and the twins to come with him. Bridget was adamant on keeping her throne, however, and she forbid James from setting foot outside of Wonderland. After some time, it became clear that their relationship was over, and Bridget could no longer stand keeping James imprisoned in her territory.

They made a heartfelt agreement that they would part ways, and James left to go live on the Isle, taking Harriet with him. This separation caused the Queen of Hearts to turn extremely bitter, and she never told Red about her sister or father. Because time passes at a slower rate in Wonderland than it does everywhere else, Red aged much more slowly than her sister, so much so that by the time she began to attend Auradon Prep, she was younger than CJ, the youngest of James’s children. Harriet began to age at a normal rate the second she and her father left for the Isle, and that day is often considered to be her birthday despite her having been alive for nearly two years in Auradon-time (she was physically only a few months old though). As a result, she is essentially two years older than her brother, Harry. Try not to think about it too hard.

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Captain James Hook and Sarah Sanderson

Harry and CJ Hook’s mother is Sarah Sanderson. James and Sarah never really had an official relationship, seeing as both quite enjoyed keeping up with their own long lists of love affairs during their time on the Isle. One would say that their blatant disloyalty to each other is what enabled them to get along as well as they did.

It was thought that Sarah maintained a relationship with James not only because he was attractive and a total flirt— not so different from her— but because he reminded her of Billy Butcherson when he was alive, or rather, a version of him from her dreams that boasted a much more unruly personality. Similarly, James found himself drawn to Sarah not just because of her beauty and flirtatiousness, but because she reminded him of Bridget, or rather, a version of her from his dreams where she was still sweet and playful and wasn’t totally blinded by her power.

It should also be mentioned that their relationship lasted a while because without access to magic, Sarah (and her sisters) couldn’t cause James any real harm as that is what usually happened with her unfortunate lovers.

Of the two, James was the better parent. He (mostly meaning his first mate Smee) took sole care of the children since their birth. He was coldest towards Harry yet somehow earned the most admiration from him despite not really warming up to his son until he grew past Peter Pan’s age. Sarah did show a bit of an uncharacteristic affection towards her children when she was with them, but ultimately her loyalty towards her sisters prevailed and she remained rather distant, only visiting with them before full moon rituals (when she didn’t forget, that is). It sounds cold, but she was one of the more caring parents on the Isle, and James was one of the best, personally teaching each of them important skills about survival, fencing, sailing, and literature (Harry never caught on to the reading thing, though, and James didn’t have the patience to make him sit still long enough to teach him).

Winnifred and Mary only knew of Harry’s existence. This is because Sarah is an awful liar and did not do a good job of hiding her pregnancy. Winnie was furious when she discovered this, but because there was no magic on the Isle, she couldn’t do much about it. When the baby turned out to be a boy, she began crafting a plan to get rid of him, but Sarah told this to James in secret and he had his crew steal back the child.

Sarah’s visits with James frequently became more prolonged after that, to the point where her spending months away at a time with him—expecting their daughter— hardly phased her two sisters (they thought unseriously of her and assumed she was off galavanting around with more lovers or searching for potion ingredients). They never found out about CJ and were pleased to see Sarah return not long after the baby was born.

Harry inherited his parents’ flirtatious (and slightly unhinged) nature. He has his father’s dark hair and his mother’s eyes. CJ has her mother’s blonde hair and her father’s eyes. Harry grew up not caring too much about maintaining a relationship with his mother because he felt offended that she always acted colder towards his sister, Harriet. He didn’t think it was fair that she be neglected of attention because she had a different mother— in his eyes, Sarah was Harriet’s mother as well. CJ, however, took a great interest in witchcraft as she got older and began to seek out Sarah’s company more and more with time.

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So, that was pretty much all of it. Hope you enjoyed reading! Ignore the badly edited photo I made, I just needed something relevant😭

[infiniteimaginings]

「𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴」

Started: March 26th, 2024 Updated: March 26th, 2024

Characters I write for in the movie franchise 'Descendants'

Audrey Rose Ben Florian Carlos De Vil Chad Charming Doug Evie Harry Hook Jane Jay Lonnie Mal Uma

[callmekenya]

Mal

Practicing spells and experimenting with new magic.

Exploring the Forbidden Forest at night.

Attending Auradon Prep’s Halloween events.

Painting murals around Auradon.

Sneaking out to the Isle of the Lost for old times’ sake.

Designing and customizing battle outfits together.

Stargazing from the top of Auradon Castle.

Sharing secrets and life stories.

Engaging in friendly sparring matches.

Planning pranks on unsuspecting students.

Baking enchanted treats in the kitchen.

Watching classic villain movies.

Attending royal balls and events together.

Discussing future plans for Auradon.

Going on scavenger hunts in hidden parts of the castle.

Helping Mal with her royal duties and responsibilities.

Drawing and sketching each other’s portraits.

Singing duets in private.

Practicing self-defense techniques.

Watching the sunrise after a long night of adventure.

Evie

Designing and sewing outfits in her fashion studio.

Attending fashion shows in Auradon.

Having spa days with homemade facials.

Decorating the dorm room together.

Taking long walks through Auradon’s gardens.

Hosting tea parties for close friends.

Practicing different hairstyles on each other.

Doing makeovers for friends at Auradon Prep.

Creating DIY beauty products.

Baking cupcakes and decorating them creatively.

Shopping for the latest fashion trends.

Watching fashion-related movies and shows.

Planning and throwing themed parties.

Visiting Evie’s 4 Hearts boutique on the Isle.

Helping Evie with her royal responsibilities.

Going on treasure hunts around Auradon.

Sharing stories about their mothers’ legacies.

Having deep conversations about their futures.

Volunteering for charity events in Auradon.

Taking photography trips to capture Auradon’s beauty.

Jay

Playing competitive sports, especially Tourney.

Sneaking out for midnight adventures.

Organizing and participating in Auradon’s obstacle courses.

Exploring the Isle of the Lost together.

Attending and cheering for Auradon Prep’s games.

Practicing martial arts and combat training.

Pulling off harmless pranks on Carlos and others.

Hiking in the mountains around Auradon.

Riding motorcycles and going on road trips.

Competing in various physical challenges.

Playing video games in the dorm.

Setting up campfires and telling stories.

Training with swords and other weapons.

Engaging in treasure hunts on the Isle.

Visiting Jay’s favorite places in Auradon.

Attending Auradon’s sports tournaments.

Working out and staying in shape together.

Helping Jay with his duties as the future Sultan.

Repairing and customizing vehicles.

Watching action movies and reenacting the scenes.

Carlos

Inventing and testing new gadgets.

Going on adventures with Dude.

Playing video games and having friendly competitions.

Attending tech fairs and conventions.

Setting up movie marathons with friends.

Building and racing go-karts.

Visiting the Isle and fixing up old tech.

Creating DIY projects together.

Playing with and training Dude in new tricks.

Watching classic villain movies.

Sneaking into restricted areas for exploration.

Attending Auradon’s science fairs.

Riding hoverboards around campus.

Working on robotics projects.

Attending Carlos’s Tourney matches.

Visiting the Auradon tech lab.

Discussing theories about their parents’ legacies.

Setting up treasure hunts with tech clues.

Taking part in Auradon’s talent shows.

Going on dates with Carlos and helping with advice.

Uma

Planning and leading missions on the Isle.

Sailing together on the Lost Revenge.

Cooking and preparing seafood dishes.

Exploring hidden parts of the Isle.

Practicing pirate combat skills.

Planning elaborate heists and treasure hunts.

Singing sea shanties together.

Having secret meetings in Uma’s cabin.

Helping Uma with her leadership duties.

Organizing raids against rival pirate crews.

Engaging in sword fights and combat training.

Discussing strategies to take down enemies.

Hosting pirate parties on the ship.

Decorating Uma’s quarters with stolen treasures.

Going on secret night swims around the Isle.

Plotting ways to challenge Auradon’s authority.

Helping Uma recruit new crew members.

Discussing their shared disdain for Mal.

Listening to the ocean’s waves together.

Exploring the sea caves near the Isle.

Harry

Practicing sword fights on the Lost Revenge.

Playing pranks on fellow pirates.

Sailing the high seas and discovering new territories.

Engaging in pirate-themed games and challenges.

Sharing stories of past adventures.

Creating new pirate songs and shanties.

Attending pirate feasts and parties.

Decorating Harry’s quarters with stolen goods.

Engaging in intense training sessions.

Helping Harry with his loyalty to Uma.

Going on treasure hunts around the Isle.

Spending time at the docks watching the ships.

Exploring secret passages on the ship.

Plotting ways to challenge Auradon’s rule.

Attending secret pirate meetings.

Sharing a flask of rum (non-alcoholic for the sake of Auradon Prep’s rules).

Practicing stealth and sneaking into Auradon.

Discussing their mutual distrust of Mal.

Helping Harry maintain his signature look.

Protecting each other from rival pirate crews.

Ben

Attending royal events and functions together.

Exploring the vast gardens of Auradon Castle.

Planning and hosting charitable events.

Discussing plans for the future of Auradon.

Going on diplomatic missions to other kingdoms.

Attending Auradon Prep’s football games.

Practicing speeches and royal duties.

Taking long horseback rides through the kingdom.

Engaging in political debates and discussions.

Helping Ben with his kingly responsibilities.

Going on secret getaways to relax.

Volunteering for community service projects.

Attending music and cultural festivals.

Hosting movie nights at the castle.

Preparing for royal balls and events.

Playing chess and other strategy games.

Exploring ancient ruins around Auradon.

Discussing ways to unite Auradon and the Isle.

Practicing ballroom dancing for formal events.

Going on boat rides around the kingdom.

Audrey

Attending and planning Auradon’s royal balls.

Practicing ballet and other forms of dance.

Hosting and attending tea parties with the royals.

Shopping for the latest fashion trends.

Designing and planning new ball gowns.

Going on spa days and pampering sessions.

Practicing etiquette and royal protocols.

Hosting sleepovers with the royals.

Singing duets and practicing for royal performances.

Going on royal tours around Auradon.

Visiting art galleries and museums.

Discussing the history of Auradon’s royalty.

Attending fashion shows and events.

Preparing for royal banquets and feasts.

Exploring the royal archives and library.

Hosting charity events and fundraisers.

Practicing archery and other royal sports.

Attending outdoor picnics in Auradon’s gardens.

Going on shopping sprees in the kingdom.

Watching classic Disney princess movies together.

[descendants-moodboard]

Harry x Audrey + pansexual flag Request by @blackbutlerfandomnerddomain

Oh, be my once in a lifetime Lying on your chest, in my party dress I'm a fucking mess but I

Oh, thanks for the high life Baby, it's the best, that's a test And yes, now I'm here with you and I Would like to think that you would stick around

-Lana Del Rey, Love Song

[epickiya722]

4, 10, 15, 20 for the Descendants asks

4. Favorite song?

Oh my gosh, another three-way tie! It's "What's My Name", "Chillin' Like a Villain" and "Queen of Mean" for me. Those are my top three faves. But "What's My Name" gets extra points because it's the one song my little brother and I sing to when we watch the second movie.

10. Least favorite Auradon Kid?

I gotta say Chad for this one. I don't even completely hate him, I just hate how he was written from the second movie and beyond. Easily could have made him a lovable idiot that got character development! Come on! Just threw that out the window after the first movie!

15. Favorite ship? (Including non-canon and canon ships.)

I don't care what anybody says, Huma is canon to me! Their scenes are always good chemistry. I also like Audrey/Uma a lot.

20. What's something you wish could have happen?

I was gonna say a character for here, but then I remembered the deleted scenes they had for D3 and one I wished they added was when Jay and Carlos have this nice, cute talk about Jay going to college and the Smee Twins were there and it ends with Carlos having to penguin walk back to the house since the boys were hanging off him (relate to that as a big sister).

It was such a heartwarming scene! Like I wanted my boys to have a moment!!

Descendants Ask Game

[lionizingheathen]

Masterlist By Character - Updated 8.21.24

I DO TAKE REQUESTS

Draco Malfoy

Miscommunication

Edging Sub!Draco after you catch him flirting with someone else in public

Precious

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Request

"Domdraco smut please??? I mean maybe with handcuffs and some kinks?"

Ginny Weasley

Take It Out On Me

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Ron Weasley

Take it

"Are you sure you can handle it, baby?" Ron visiting his long distance girlfriend

Request

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Sirius Black

Quickly Now

Sirius hooking up with his best friend

Prove It

Sirius eating out his FWB

Just for You

Giving Sirius a handjob in front of friend

Request

"I really need jealous fwb Sirius after that last fic, I NEED it"

Request

"hey im new to your blog but I LOVE the way you write sirius, could we have more sirius content pLEAES (soft, dark, fluff, smut, ANYTHING you can give us pleaseee🥺🥺🥺)"

Request

"Anything with FWB!Sirius Black PLEASE!"

Request

"This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu"

Hermione Granger

Quietly

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Lily Evans

Roses

Eating Lily Evans out

Relax

Strapwarming Lily Evans

James Potter

Everything

Making boyfriend James Potter be rough with you for the first time

Think About It

Giving James a blowjob

Request

"james potter smut!! i love ur writing sm"

Request

"Please I need to see you writing something with dbf!James Potter (I would be so happy if you add some size kink too)"

Request

jealous fwb sirius but what about jealous fwb james???

Request

"love ur writing!! can I request riding james potter plssss"

Remus Lupin

We Always Have Time

Remus taking you against a wall

Agreement

Giving your flatmate, Remus Lupin a blowjob to help him relax

Request

"can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3"

Request

"Angsty request. Post! James and Lily’s death, reader/oc was Sirius’s girlfriend/fiancé but feels lost after his arrest. All she has left is Remus and they… uh… work off post-war stress with each other."

Regulus Black

Request

"you are the best smut writer i’ve ever come across im literally speechless. can you write more about sirius fwb or maybe even regulus i will take anything you write omg."

Pansy Parkinson

You've Earned it

Sub!Pansy Parkinson x DomFem!Reader

Harry James Potter

Request

"if you write for harry potter can you do harry potter smut? i love your fics :)"

Request

"umm face riding with harry?? pleaseee"

Luna Lovegood

Love me

First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood

Group

Request

"OK NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF REMUS ACTUALLY LETTING SIRIUS (plus james maybe) HAVE A GO WHILE WATCHING HHHNGGGF??!??"

[choppeddreamworm]

hi! i was wondering if you could do young!hook x gn!reader dating hcs? thank you!

Of course love! I’ve never written Headcannons so I hope this lives up to your expectations <3

- nini 𓄿

Dating Young Hook headcannons SFW

Pairings: hook x Gn! reader

Warnings: none

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That man did not leave you alone when he started realizing he had feelings for you

He tried to pretend like you ignoring his advancements didn’t hurt

He hits a sexy pose against the wall you were leaning against. “lass do you have a compass by chance?” You reluctantly answer with a hesitant look in your face, “…no?”. His lips stretch up in a grin his gaze trailing from your chin up to your orbs as he inched closer to you, “‘cause I’m lost in your eyes”

Boooo 🍅

He was convinced his pirate pick up lines would work on you (far from it)

Even after you started dating he didn’t waste an opportunity to use them thinking he had some amazing charm

It eventually started working on you because after all it was cute your little pirate still trying to impress you

Please call him James

it drives him feral cause it feels more intimate

PET NAMESSSS?!

Love, darling, sweetheart, angel, prince/princess, my little duckling (stole that from Harry hook)

He loves possession going both ways

like how he addresses himself

Your pirate, your captain, your villainous boyfriend

YOURS YOURS YOURS

This bleeds onto needing to have at least a hand around you at all times

Loves having both hands, hook and everything on your waist

his head on your shoulder being the cherry on top

He isn’t super big on other parts of PDA but will show it in its entirety when he feels threatened

Jealous! Hook

Even if he’s a very confident man and knows his worth he gets easily defensive

That person over there was staring at you?

He’ll want to Gauge their eyes out with his hook

You’ll make him realize he’s insane though dw! No harm will come to them unless you ask of it from him

HE IS THE IT GURRRLLL

don’t try to outshine him in the relationship he’ll always eat with his outfits and one up you every time effortlessly

You have a pretty boyfriend and you should appreciate that

Always checking his appearance on the reflection of his hook

Apart from his looks going to his head he always bloats about his amazing pirate adventures

He over exaggerates too much in an attempt to impress you that your convinced most of his stories are fake

You don’t tell him that though

Him gossiping is the besssstttt

The way he drops lore on any person you don’t like is crazy

You’ll spend hours talking smack about anyone at Merlin Academy

He’s sassy 100%

Snarky clap backs if you try making fun of him

But he is also the most romantic person you’ll ever meet

Him being a gentleman compensates for his sassines

Convinced he’d always bring you flowers whenever coming across them in the forest or on school grounds

Administration probably knows him as the flower bandit by now fr

He loves roses 🌹

You’re always on his mind and he never passes up an opportunity to show you that

Adds a little note to the flowers he leaves in your room

Tries to make his writing so fancy it becomes unreadable but you can always inquiry another person to help

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[allthelovehes]

Breaking Barriers*

Summary: Y/N is in her mid-twenties and still a virgin, but she decides she no longer wants to wait for marriage as the tension between her and her best friend rises.

Pairing: Bestie!Harry x Virgin!Y/N

Word count: 9.1K

Warnings: Protected sex, smut, p in v, deflowering, virginity talk, first times, oral f receiving.

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A/N:  Welcome to day 8 of posting daily! Ayooo, this was requested multiple times and I actually think it turned out sooo stinking cute omfg.

Being in her mid-twenties and a virgin is something not many people can say, let alone be proud of. It's something that Y/N chose and could have changed at any time. She could've given it away and tossed it to the next attractive man who looked her way but she didn't. She decided to save herself for marriage, even if it seemed stupid and cliché to some people.

For Y/N, her first time was important. It was a milestone in her life. Her body is a temple. It is to be cherished, worshipped, and honoured. Like most women, she wanted her first time to be something she wouldn't forget. She wanted it to be special and done with someone she loved and trusted.

So, Y/N waited. And if waiting for marriage meant skipping out on hook-ups? Then that was just fine by her. No sweat off her back. It took a while, but she was sure when she met the right guy it'd all be worth it.

Now, she wasn't opposed to making out and getting frisky. Y/N is as attracted to men as the next person and isn't afraid to have some fun with it, it just doesn't go much beyond hands. She sees kissing and touching that isn't penetrative to be healthy and normal.

Getting a partner, however, was the tricky bit. Most of them want to go all the way and have sex before they even get to know each other and the rest either take her for granted or have this kink about it, they like the thought of fucking a 'treasure' that no one's ever had or touched before.

Either way, she usually ends up losing interest in the relationship quickly. It seems the right man to spend the rest of her life with was a rare find. She didn't know if it was possible or if her expectations were too high. Or perhaps, being picky was the problem.

Eventually, she accepted it would take time for her to find someone. A time that she was willing and able to give. And right now, it was just a waiting game. To meet the guy whose arm she'd want to loop with hers for the rest of her life and create a beautiful life together in the process.

Just as Y/N was nodding off to sleep, a series of notifications on her phone rudely interrupted her sleep. Furrowing her brows, she sat up and lifted the device from her bedside table.

The screen lit up and showed who was texting her. It was her best friend, Harry. She slid her finger across the screen and a mess of messages appeared.

Harry Hi! *drunk selfie* So are we playing Scrabble tomorrow? I miss you and want to see you

Y/N If you still remember tomorrow and want to, sure.

Harry Sweet. Whatcha up to?

Y/N At home. About to go to sleep

Harry Oh sorry. You were probably sleeping

Y/N You're fine. I only just got into bed.

Harry What are you wearing, love?

Y/N Don't make me block you

Harry Ow ;( Why?

Y/N I'm too sober to have this conversation with you.

Harry *picture of him and Y/N* Look at us all cute, drunk out of our minds.

Y/N Very cute. Goodnight, Harry.

Harry Hey, one more question before you dooooooze

Y/N Go on.

Harry What are you wearing?

“Idiot.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. With a few quick button presses, Y/N replied with a picture of her in her silk pyjamas, and then sent an audio message: “I'm fully clothed, in bed, covered with my duvet, about to sleep and dream of ways to torture you.”

She puts her phone down so she can actually catch up on her rest. Just as her head hits the pillow again, she gets another message from Harry. Pouting, she swiftly opens the message and swipes up the audio.

“Aww, you'll dream of me?”

For some reason, Y/N can hear a smug smirk in his voice and decides to just ignore it. Putting her phone on silent and plopping it back down on her bedside table, Y/N yawns and snuggles deeper under the covers.

Just as her eyelids begin to shut for good, something within her is stirring that makes it hard for her to sleep. Y/N feels hot all of a sudden, making her shimmy and pull the duvet up further.

What had happened in those final moments of her text conversation with Harry, who was now busy scrolling through pictures of the two together and rereading their texts? Well, it seemed it's woken up a side of her she wasn't too familiar with. Resting her hand on the front of her silk shorts, Y/N could feel she was wet and aching for some touch.

“For fuck sake.” She cursed and closed her eyes. Why now? She thinks as she pulls her hand away, afraid to do anything. She knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.

It's because of Harry. His ridiculous flirting skills have managed to push a few buttons. This has never happened before. Why is he suddenly affecting her? She blames his goofy but heartfelt selfie. God, those hazel eyes looked perfect paired with that signature golden brown fluffy mop of hair, the stupid look on his face and the two fingers up in the air.

Y/N can't deny she is attracted to Harry. What wasn't to be attracted to? When it came to his personality, she was rather fond. He has always been sensitive, goofy and yet extremely smart and serious when needed. And, of course, she couldn't forget to mention how lucky he is. That boy was drop-dead gorgeous. From his curly locks to his biceps, she can go on and on and on about what she liked about him.

His looks definitely played a factor in his reputation with women and it was no surprise their friendship became somewhat of a hot topic with his fans. If only they knew the truth. There was nothing going on between the two other than a strong friendship.

Harry is an absolute gentleman to her. He took care of her in a way that set her standards very high when it comes to men, maybe that's why she still hasn't found a man. However, the sexual tension that had been building up lately between the two was another story.

It was no secret that Harry is a good kisser. The amount of stories she has heard made her feel a twinge of jealousy every time. She remembered thinking how nice it would be to feel what his lips were like on hers, how soft they would be and how they would taste. He's always bragging about the tongue action that gets women all hot and bothered. Then, she wondered how good he would be using his mouth elsewhere and- No. She can't think like this. Stop. It's creepy and weird. So just, stop.

Then, her phone beeps again in her hand, indicating another message coming from Harry. A rush of warmth spread through her stomach and Y/N noticed she was tense again. Biting down on her bottom lip, she opened the message.

Harry *drunk selfie on the side of his bed* I'm home, goodnight love

She stares at the picture, her stomach dropping. Heat swells through her body and the feeling overwhelms her, making her squirm against the soft sheets. Swallowing, she holds the phone up higher and glares at the picture intensely, the area between her legs clenching. It's not as if he looks amazing. No. He looks grumpy, his brows furrowed and a blank stare in his eyes. He just looks so cute, kissable even.

“Enough.” She whispers under her breath and shoves the device back down onto the nightstand. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, turning the faucet and splashing cold water all over her burning skin.

Tomorrow is going to be interesting. Seeing him after her fantasies of him invading her thoughts would be an interesting development. Hopefully, it will fizzle away quickly and everything will go back to normal. Y/N thinks, getting back into bed and fixing her pillows just so. With a drawn-out sigh, she puts out the lights and shuts her eyes. ***

In the morning, there was only one thought running through Y/N's mind, and that was seeing Harry. Even after she woke up, went about her day, she couldn't wait to text him to see if he even remembered the arrangement for her to come over and play Scrabble.

With each message sent, she left an expectant eye trained on her screen, waiting for the three little dots to bubble up and indicate a response. Meanwhile, she paced back and forth between her couch and the kitchenette, tidying up without knowing why. Everything was already spotless. She straightened pillows, fluffed rugs, sorted candles, and shuffled trinkets, anything to distract herself and keep from pestering Harry.

After a few hours of constant upkeep, she finally gets a response.

Harry Sorry I missed your messages, kinda had a wild night lol Are we still playing tonight? I have wine, you got the Scrabble?

Y/N We're playing but the question is... will you be in a fit state for it ;)

Harry Ha-ha. Funny.

Y/N Always. See you later. X

Harry See you. I'll leave the front door open for you. Byeeeee

And that was it. The brief conversation between the two fuelled her emotions. On one hand, she was completely thrilled to be seeing her best friend again. To be in his presence and enjoy a wonderful game night is very exciting.

On the other hand, she felt a wave of dread overcome her, her heart racing at the thought. She brushed it off. Ignored it. Why should she be dreading seeing one of her best friends? That's absurd.

Scrapping her plan of getting all dolled up to go visit him, Y/N finds herself only comfortable enough to get changed into leggings and a t-shirt. Although Harry has seen her in her casual attire, she is feeling oddly self-conscious right now. She doesn't know why and it's getting rather irritating.

He is her best friend for God's sake! If anything, she should be feeling as comfortable and confident around him as possible because he will always accept her for the way she is.

Shaking her head, she gets ready to make her way to his house. Despite it being 3 pm, Y/N grabs a bottle of her favourite white and puts it in her bag and with that, she is out the door.

Upon arrival, she reaches for the door and opens it. Peering around the door frame, she manages to catch sight of Harry stepping out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He is humming under his breath as he tousles his damp curls with the towel. Strolling across the room to his bedroom, he disappears behind the door.

“Hey, Harry!” She calls out to him as she enters. Smiling brightly, she drops her bag on his countertop.

“Hey.” He calls back. “Give me a sec. I'll be out in a minute.”

Y/N nods, despite him not being able to see it, and makes her way to his sofa, taking her usual spot at one end. Closing her eyes, she rests her head back and takes a deep breath. She already feels exhausted from the many random things she has done throughout the day.

“Do you want to eat first or play first?” Harry finally walks into the living room, wearing a grey sweatsuit.

Peeking through an eyelid, Y/N says. “I'm not hungry. It's still early“ while her inner-self cheered at his appearance, making her giddy.

With a nod, Harry pulled two glasses from the kitchen cabinet placing them on the coffee table. Sliding down next to her, he opened the bottle and poured their drinks. While he set up the board game, she relaxed and casually looked him over. He looked gorgeous as ever, and always put together even if he was barely dressed.

Green eyes flicking up to catch her gaze, Harry chuckles softly before asking. “Nervous?”

“Huh? Why would I be nervous?” Her mouth corners turn up, her heart fluttering.

“Last time we played you weren't very happy.” He shrugged, reminding her how he completely beat her at the game.

“Right. But this time, I'm going to beat you.” She confidently nods and picks up a bag of letters. Harry leans over with a smug smirk on his face as he pulls his own bag.

“Hmm, so confident.” He snorts, lining up his tiles.

“Mhm.” Y/N straightens out her tiles.

Quirking a brow, Harry wonders “Famous last words?”

With a sharp nod and a cheeky smile, she places her first tiles down on the Scrabble board. “Nah, you're going down.”

Harry chokes on his drink and starts coughing, his eyes burning a hole into hers. Staring back, Y/N raised a curious brow. Once he could speak again, he cleared his throat and let out a hearty laugh.

“Alright, so what if I am?” Harry's thick accent cut through as a deep dimpled grin blossomed on his face. She found her heart rate increasing and had to look away, willing her red cheeks to go away.

Swallowing, she began her game. The opening word of DOUBLE wasn't too promising for Y/N, seeing that that was her highest scoring word but she wasn't giving up just yet.

Over the first few minutes, they managed to put down a few good words and Y/N was ahead with a more than decent lead.

“Shit.” Harry breathed, leaning forward to assess his words. His eyes flickered around the board before sighing and ruffling his tousled mop. “I'm fucked.”

Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes, taking another sip from her glass. Glancing over to Harry who was deep in thought, Y/N reached up and scratched the nape of her neck with one hand, her gaze drifting around the room. As she turned to face him again, she was caught off guard when their eyes immediately locked. Her heart stuttered.

Tearing her eyes away from his gaze, Y/N shifted uncomfortably, then decided to lean forward to select a letter at random. As she placed it on the board, she looks at him once more to find that the corner of his mouth curled upwards.

'Shit' she thought, Harry wasn't playing fair. Surely, he knew that looking at her like that made her drop focus. Attempting to save her dignity, she bit her bottom lip, suppressing a shy smile before raising an eyebrow.

“Is this your strategy to beat me?” Y/N challenged. “Suck me into your sexiness and take my turn? How lame.”

Harry spluttered, taken aback by her comment. He didn't really know how to respond, seeing his best friend make an unashamedly flirtatious comment for the first time. Looking away, he fiddled with his hoop earring.

“Wait. Was that... was that supposed to fluster me, Y/N?” He playfully scoffed. As Harry turned to look at her, he was surprised to find an amused grin playing on her lips. He thought he would find at least a small glint of guilt in her eyes for her playfulness, and was surprised when he didn't find anything other than playful curiosity.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it looks like I've got the upper hand now.”

“You wish.” Harry stared back at her for a moment longer, a playful glimmer in his eyes. A mischievous smirk curled up on the corner of his lips. She was aware that the lighthearted banter had led to a bit more, making her senses go crazy.

Y/N decided it's best to end the conversation there and start her round. Scanning the board, she's looking for a spot to place her letters. Wanting to lean a bit into their flirty banter from before, she decides to continue their tension with a bit of teasing.

Sifting her hand into her bag, she pulls out a few letters. Placing them onto the centre of the board where they intersect, she spells out 'erotic' and draws four points from the tile rack.

Erotic was an interesting word to play, for sure. Especially when it's put into the context of the new sexual tension between the two. So far, Harry has been trying to fluster her with his smouldering looks and cheeky grins, but Y/N is unrelenting. She takes pride in her willingness to fight back against the flirting and his attempts to get her distracted.

She sits back in satisfaction, proud at what she has accomplished. Glancing over to Harry, she felt herself swell with self-pride to see his face light up with surprise, making him actually speechless for a change.

Clearing his throat, Harry gathers himself and sits up. “Hmm.” he hummed, rolling the idea around in his head. With a smug grin, Y/N could tell he's thinking of a response; a comeback. After a few seconds of consideration, he moved his body forward and added three letters to the word. Using the letters he had received on the double letter area, he spelled out 'climax' using the c of her word.

A slight shiver went down Y/N's back at the addition to the word. Laughing and rolling her eyes, she fished out a few letters and added another word. Subtly shifting a little closer to him, she placed her letters down on the right-hand side of his spelling, close to his hand. After putting down her 'desire', she snatched her eyes away from the scrabble board and fixed her stare on him.

Both of them stay awfully silent while their bodies are almost touching. Y/N is tense, trying hard not to breathe too heavily. Meanwhile, Harry was in complete silence, not knowing what to say or do. He is aware of the tension between the two of them but he also wants to respect Y/N's boundaries and maybe tone down his feelings a bit. There's an inevitable tension and she's showing no sign of easing off. Harry was only further proven by her gentle voice in his ear.

“Now whose turn is it?”

Unable to meet her eyes just yet, he focuses on the dizzying words on the board and releases a slow, staggered breath. It was so hard not to put his arm around her, tug her in close and inhale her beautiful scent. Or run his hands along her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, he craved the touch so badly. He finally took a breath and peered down at his letters, trying not to get too distracted by the growing sexual tension.

Y/N couldn't deny the feeling of warmth that had settled in her stomach since their game began, the warmth that made her tingle between her legs. She felt tempted to reach out and touch him, make contact and hopefully send a good buzz all the way down to his lower body.

Harry's fingers fiddle through his letters, barely paying attention to the little pieces in front of him. His eyes glance at Y/N, then move back to the Scrabble board. He thinks of his next word to play, something that is a little more suggestive.

“Umm...” Harry holds up a little tile, rubbing his fingertip over the surface as he thinks, his dimples pushing into his cheeks. Then, they sink right back out. He shakes his head and returns to sifting through the multiple letters in his bag.

Throwing one piece back into the depths of the bag, his index finger picks up another tile. The corner of his mouth turns up and he is finally confident with what he wants to spell out on the Scrabble board, so he gets to work. He needs an outlet from the fluttering of his chest when she's this close.

Quickly placing down the letters, he spells out the word 'horny'. Biting down on his bottom lip, he feels satisfied by the suggestiveness of his word and glances at Y/N.

Pursing her lips, Y/N tilts her head and gives a disbelieving smile. Harry looks taken aback by her quiet response.

“What? Did I read the room wrong?” He chuckles nervously, brows furrowing.

Looking at his face, she has to bite back a grin. She can read the mixed emotions all over his face. He's afraid to scare her away and reveal his true feelings, especially after the intense game of teasing. He's right. But she's also very pleased with the growing tension.

With a cheeky chuckle, she shakes her head. “No, I guess you read the room correctly.” Biting her lip, she quickly leans forward, adding letters next to his word on the right to spell out the word, 'Fuck'. Harry looks from her to the board, biting back a smirk.

“Is this your way of suggesting we play strip Scrabble? Should I get ready to lose my pants?” he jokes, nudging her shoulder, fighting the urge to break his boundaries. Not able to cope, Y/N just lets out a forced chuckle.

“Shut up, H.” Her voice broke. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her and bury herself into his chest.

Neither of them is paying attention to the score or to the other's gaze, they just lock their eyes together and absorb the heat, trying to predict what happens next. Harry didn't know what to say, nor did he think Y/N would, yet again, follow suit and gently lean forward.

After breaking from their little intimate session, Y/N looks at the board, wondering what their next move should be. She has to admit, these last few moves were very suggestive, and she is slowly catching Harry's point of wanting to touch her and have some alone time.

“Are you going to be mad at me if I do this?” Y/N muttered.

“Do what?”

Staring at him, Y/N ignores the thought and puts her tiles in a new spot. Only this time, she's adding all the letters remaining in her tile bag. There is no going back now, considering the board was almost completely filled up now.

She spells out the word 'wet' next to her first word. Shooting Harry a nonchalant, calm expression and staring at him for a reaction, she saw his reaction immediately. His eyes dropped to the board, then shot back up to her face. Heat, lust, and want flashed across his eyes.

An amused, surprised noise escapes his throat, then his lips tilt up into a shit-eating grin. “For real?”

“Yeah.” Y/N laughs in a rush. “I guess my dirty mind kicked in.”

“Your dirty mind, huh?” A glint of excitement flashes through his eyes and he begins to eye her body up and down. He can't deny the growing urge to touch every inch of her but he can't break her boundaries. Trying to erase those thoughts, Harry grins playfully, then adds a few of his own letters alongside her tiles to play a different word even though he knows he already lost the game.

Giving her a mischievous look, he reveals the word 'boner' and Y/N inhales sharply. They sit in silence for a moment, then Y/N cracks and breaks the silence.

“Oh fuck.” She laughs, the deep seated sensation between her legs not fading. Her eyes scan down to Harry's crotch, attempting to see if what he said is true. It's getting increasingly obvious that Y/N and Harry aren't actually playing a game anymore. Harry places his hands on his lap, covering his crotch from her wandering eyes. He laughs nervously, avoiding her gaze.

“I'm sorry.” He mutters, afraid of her response and of what she thinks.

Y/N bites her lip, unsure of how to respond. He waited anxiously for her reaction. One thing was for certain, the sexual tension has grown to unimaginable levels, the game forgotten. Finally, she glances back up at him, and she couldn't keep herself in control any longer.

Leaning closer, Y/N rests her forehead on his. He is taken aback, not moving a muscle. Shutting her eyes, she leans in to kiss him. Their lips connect and they close their eyes, relishing the moment. After a couple of seconds, they pull back, not sure whether that was the right decision. Her insides tell her to keep going, to taste him more. So with half a mind, her arm reaches forward to grab his shirt, wanting him closer and craving the touch. She looks up at his face and goes in for a much longer, sensual kiss as she straddles his lap.

For a moment, Harry looks at her questioningly before diving back in. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, it deepens the kiss as they feel electricity course through their bodies. His arms make their way down her sides and he squeezes her thighs as she unconsciously grinds on him. One of his hands run up her back, gripping her hair lightly while the other hand grips her waist. A quiet moan escapes Y/N's throat at his grip on her, further adding fuel to his fire. He gives a low growl before breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving love bites down her skin.

“God, you're killing me, Y/N. Do you know that?” He groans into her, making her giggle a bit. Harry's heart burst with joy when he heard her laugh, she's the only person who could make him happy. He pulls back and grins at her then leans back in, kissing her sweetly and lifting her up. Y/N grips his shirt tightly, not wanting to be apart from him. Placing her on her back, he carefully gets on top of her, supporting his weight so he doesn't squish her, and his hands started roaming her body. Suddenly, she pushes him off of her a little and sits back up, feeling dizzy and wanting to gain her composure. Their hearts beat in synchrony and their breaths were heavy.

Harry is concerned by her quick push back, worry in his eyes. “I'm sorry, did I do anything wrong?”

“Are you kidding? That was great. I just... I..” Stuttering over her words, Y/N can't help but giggle as she ruffles her hair and leans against the throw pillow behind her. Harry is now assured that she is okay. Leaning forward, he kisses the side of her head, trying to soothe her so she'd be comfortable enough to tell him. “I want more.” She finally utters.

There was a beat of stunned silence. He shakes his head as his lips curve up into a small smirk. She mimics his expression. Lifting her chin up with his fingers, she meets his gaze. Both of them look down at her plump, red, and wet lips. Then he captures her lips with his, but not with so much restraint as before. He kisses her more passionately, hands cupping her face as he tasted her, kissed her harder, swiped his tongue against hers.

“Are you absolutely sure, Y/N? There's no going back from this.” He breathes against her lips.

Looking into his soft eyes, she can't think about anything else but him and his touch. Deep down, she always knew there was more. As she tilts her head to the side, she bites her lip and runs her hands through his hair. The feeling is a sweet relief, it is exactly how it looked and felt, just like in her dreams.

“I know. I think I've always known it was you. You're too captivating. You make me crazy.” She chuckles, blushing. “Also..” Placing her hands on his chest, she continues. “If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't be doing all this right now.” Y/N breathes, making him grin from ear to ear.

“What about waiting until marriage though? Are you sure you want to do this?”

Giggling, Y/N nods her head and bites her lip, wanting more. “Screw that.”

A shocked expression flickers across his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he leans closer. Y/N's breath hitches as Harry gently pushes her back down on the sofa, propping his forearms on either side of her head to support his weight, and placing his legs between hers. They felt each other's breath as their chests rise and fall with each in-take, anticipating what would happen next.

“Is this okay? Are you really sure, because once we start, I won't be able to stop.” His face inches closer, scanning every inch of her expression, her beautiful eyes and lips before stopping halfway.

Giving him a quick kiss, she nods and runs a hand through his hair again, then bites her lip while gazing at his seductive eyes. Her body trembles with excitement and nervousness. Trying to catch her breath, her mind is drowning in lust. She's just happy that they're alone and, after many years of dreaming about this day, the second it is finally here she is loving it.

“I'm very sure. In fact, why don't we go somewhere more...comfortable?” She whispers into his ear. Dizzy and sweating, Harry feels the bulge in his pants tightening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers as he smirks in agreement. Hastily lifting her in his arms, he crashes his lips to hers, missing their intoxicating touch.

Without pausing for thought, Y/N wraps her legs around Harry's waist as he supports her with his strong arms and makes his way towards his bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, she yelps playfully.

“Are you okay?” Harry's worried face appears in front of her. Shocked and caught off guard, Y/N bites back a smile as she pulls his shirt to collide his lips with hers again. She found herself breathing hard, unable to control it. He pulled back, meeting her eyes.

Y/N sat up slightly, reached down, and began slowly pulling Harry's shirt up his torso. The material bunched up under his arms and she broke the kiss, to slip the material off. With her pulse increasing as the intimacy heightened, she raked her eyes up his smooth, lightly bronzed, chest and torso. It was a beautiful sight. Pulling her eyes back up to his gorgeous eyes, his darkened with desire as he raised his brows in question. Instead of replying, Y/N pushed lightly on his chest, telling him without words to lie back on the bed. With his gaze never leaving hers, he lay back and waited.

Keeping the eye contact, Y/N pushed herself up and straddles over Harry's lap. His hands automatically came to rest on her thighs, the touch sending bolts of energy through her. Harry was such a tease and the way he touched her and glanced up at her was enough to get her off right there. All it would take is one little touch.

With excitement, Y/N pulls her own shirt over her head, exposing her bra for the first time to him. Of course, he had seen her in a bikini before. But the lace see-through fabric of her bra is completely different and it gets him wild. Harry watches carefully as Y/N bites her lip and leans down. Connecting their lips, she can feel his erection pressing against her.

Straddling his hips to meet his arousal, she begins to run her hands down his arms, squeezing firmly and drawing a low sound from his lips. Her body rubs up against Harry's erection and he gives a deep, low groan. Not once breaking the kiss, their hunger intensified for one another.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N presses her chest up against his and his hand slowly roams around to grab her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, making her moan. His hands then reach a bit up, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pulling the fabric over her ass. Y/N arches her hips a bit, allowing her leggings to come off a little further.

Harry lets his hands roam up her back as Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip, slowly grinding her sex into his. His hand nudges against her thigh, motioning for her to get off of him so he can take the leggings all the way down her legs. He slides the fabric down Y/N's thighs and knees and her leggings pool at her ankles. Seeing her bare legs, he can tell just how wet she is right now. She hastily kicks off the leggings, letting them fall to the floor.

Watching her closely, his eyes scan her body, taking in the full view. She can't deny how happy she is to see Harry admiring her, appreciating what he sees, loving all of her. It's exactly what she wanted, a man to worship her, to feel loved. And Harry makes her feel those exact things and so much more.

Pushing his hips up, he quickly gets rid of his own sweatpants before he guides her back to straddle him again. One of Harry's large hands glides along Y/N's thighs to her hips before snaking around to her lower back, where he applies a slight pressure, encouraging her to grind against him.

“You're going to be the end of me.” Harry chuckles, bucking up slightly to meet her grinding hips. The feeling drives her wild as the fabric of his boxers brushes up against her lace panties.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, letting herself move in sync with Harry's perfect thrusts. Feeling Y/N's wetness seeping through her panties and onto his boxers, the friction building between their heat is burning, and he needs more of her. But he wants her to set the pace. His lips part and their eyes stay locked together. Their heart rates are picking up and their movement speeds up. The slow build was like a torture, but Harry looks so damn gorgeous and lustful, making it worth it.

“We're really doing this.” Y/N whispers out with a giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes.” She mumbles, smiling. Y/N pushes herself up a bit, hands bracing on his chest, and spreads her legs a bit more so she can angle her center more. Then she slowly grinds into him. His teeth capture his lip and his eyes shift to take in the movement of their bodies. Harry's hands leave Y/N's hips and he grasps her ass, holding her as she rides him. Grinding harder and faster, Y/N is enjoying the sweet sensation it's giving her. Little sounds leave her mouth as she swivels her hips.

Sitting up and pressing her chest into his, Harry grabs her hips tighter and pulls her down, bucking his hips up for friction and creating a delicious burn. Looking up to her face, she has the hottest expression he has ever seen. If she keeps staring at him like that, he thinks he might burst. There is no way he's going to last much longer, which is why he needs to take care of her first.

Slowing down the pace, Harry slides his fingers up her back and takes a hold of her bra clasp. “May I?” He asks in a hoarse voice. A light glaze shines in his eyes as he keeps the eye contact with her.

“Yes.” Y/N smiles, nuzzling her face into his. Leaning down, she carefully kisses him before sitting back. “I want you so much, Harry.” She admits, to his surprise.

“Oh fuck.” Harry swears, bucking his hips up for friction. Groaning and rubbing his erection as well as he undoes the clasp of her bra and it loosens around her body. Slowly slipping it off, the fabric slides down her arms, exposing her breasts. Harry stops breathing for a moment, admiring the view and absolutely loving it.

“You're absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. I couldn't get you off my mind if I tried.” He confesses, meeting her gaze, causing the girl to blush immensely. Moving his hands up her sides and sliding them up her stomach to her boobs, her mind begins to race as she feels herself getting more and more wet.

Harry's calloused fingertips brush over her hardened nipples, his lustful eyes still gazing into hers as her jaw goes slack. Grinding her hips faster and moving them to a steady rhythm, the both of them pant as their desire grows, aching for more. Throwing her head back with a moan, Harry's lips suddenly latch on to one of her soft nipples. Her hand cups the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as she sucks.

“Harry, I need you, please.” She whimpers, begging him. The desperate tone of her voice makes Harry shudder, a familiar hot tightness coiling inside him, threatening to unravel as she rides him. He is swift to lay her down on his soft bed, her head on his pillow, then gets back to her breasts, sliding a hand down to her panties. Harry kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her body, leaving marks down her abdomen as he does so. Her fingers go back to grasping his hair and pulling lightly as he makes it to the top of her panties.

“Can I take these off?” Harry pants, yanking the waistband a bit. He slips his fingers inside and gently strokes her pubic bone over her panties, teasing her. Y/N eagerly nods her head, pulling his hair slightly and guiding him lower. He bites his lip and tugs her underwear down her thighs as she helps kick them off. The sight before Harry made his jaw drop, leaving him breathless.

Y/N is incredibly wet, her fluids are dripping down her thighs, no hair blocking the way for him. Harry inhales sharply, running his finger through her folds and collecting her juice. Raising his hand to her face, he shows her. Feeling incredibly timid all of a sudden, she blushes and squeezes her legs shut.

“Hush now. You're perfect, so beautiful and bare for me.” Harry insists and peppers her knees with kisses. She parts her legs a bit wider for Harry. “Good girl, Y/N.”

Licking his lips, Harry traces his thumbs up her inner thighs and kisses her exposed clit. A spark flows through her body as Harry closes his eyes, getting lost in the exquisite taste of her arousal. The feeling is completely new to Y/N, she's not sure how to respond or what to do. At the same time, everything he does feels so good. Harry licks over her folds, running his tongue from the bottom to the tip. Her hands turn into fists, tugging at his brown hair as she draws a sharp breath.

A little too shy to make any noises as Harry teases Y/N's clit with the tip of his tongue. Her legs start to shake and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand as she lets out a needy moan. Harry grasps her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth.

“Don't be afraid. I want to hear you.” The thought of Y/N covering her mouth or muffling her sounds and keeping quiet bothers him a bit. Y/N lets out a little gasp and nods quickly. Without breaking eye contact, Harry presses his flattened tongue against her clit and licks until Y/N's vision starts to swim.

“Harry.” Y/N moans as Harry flattens his tongue, licking up her slit while he inserts a finger.

“Keep telling me how you feel. It's incredibly sexy.”

“Feels... Incredible.” She manages to get out before she squeezes her eyes shut. Harry responds by wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Inserting a second finger, he curls them against her G-spot while he twirls and flicks his tongue quickly.

“Y-yes.” Y/N cries out when Harry discovers her sweetest spot. Harry smirks and presses his fingers deeper while he continues using his mouth.

Keeping up with the swift motions of his tongue, his nose rubbing her clit a bit, Y/N's toes begin to curl and her heels dig into his mattress. Harry can't help but let out a low growl as the girl in front of him moans at a high pitch.

“H-Harry.” She whimpers between quick pants. Her stomach suddenly tightens as a ball of warmth spreads, soon making her go weak in the legs. Flicking his eyes up to watch her orgasm, he lets the heat spiral through her. His thrusts slow down as her insides pulsate, and he gets dizzy, feeling pretty smug. It feels like an explosion between her legs, so Y/N can't stop herself from grinding on his face to prolong her pleasure.

“See how gorgeous you are when you come for me?” Harry breathes after she catches her breath, gazing deep into her eyes and rubbing soft circles on her clit with his middle and pointerfinger.

His eyes were soft, but dark with lust, the expression in them shifting slightly as she stared at him. She could see his hardened nipples and defining tent of his boxers. Still on cloud nine, her cheeks feel hot and her body is radiating immense pleasure.

She wants to initiate the next move but she simply doesn't know where to start. Instead, Harry decides for her. Getting rid of his last piece of clothing, Y/N watches closely as he reveals his completely naked self. He kicks off his boxers and climbs back on the bed, hovering over her.

“What do you want to do next?” He asks in between kisses. Biting her lip in nervousness, she places her hands on his chest and kisses him.

“I don't know. Do you want me to return the favour?” She suggests with a sheepish smile, but Harry shakes his head.

“I want you to feel good. No favours you need to return unless you really want to.” He returns her offer with a gentle smile. She feels herself blush as his words run through her.

“Do you think...” She pauses and Harry swallows hard at the sound of her timid voice. “Do you want to try it?”

For a moment Harry is confused before her words begin to sink in. She wasn't very specific but there was no need for that. With his heart about to jump out of his throat, he understands right away and nods.

His eyes catch hers, and they smile in relief, happy to enjoy each other. Her mind runs wild as he kneels up for a moment to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. When he does so, her eyes run down his abs and back to his dark gaze. He tears the foil and puts the condom on his erection, the sight of him doing it making her want him even more.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He wonders, adjusting her on the bed so they're both comfortable. Swallowing hard, she nods, wanting this to happen. He asks her over and over to make sure she's sure of what she wants. She admits she's a bit nervous to do this for the first time, but she's 100% positive she wants to go through with this.

“Tell me to stop and I will, I promise.” Positioning himself, Y/N feels his breath on her lips as she gives him an enthusiastic nod. Smiling down at her, Harry pushes into her tight hole, going at a very slow and gentle speed so he doesn't hurt her. She was nervous, but his touch and actions helped keep her calm. He pushes his hips forward slightly, making Y/N whimper. Reaching up to caress his cheek with a sigh, the intimate contact giving him the strength to push into her as carefully as possible.

Being incredibly gentle with her, he hovers over her, eyes looking deeply into hers and soft sounds coming from his mouth, staying like that for a long time. Burying himself deep within her, Harry is completely still for a moment. The feeling of fullness and the sudden pressure is the best she's ever had. Finally able to fully relax, Y/N presses her lips against Harry's.

“You can move.” She breathes, to his great joy. The feeling of the heat of her pussy enveloping his erection sent a shiver down his spine. Gradually sliding out slowly, she feels her body moving in rhythm. Inch by inch, he eases himself back into her with a low hiss.

Harry clenches the sheets beneath them as he slowly builds his pace to a smooth rocking, groaning with her when his cock hits the end of her, causing little electric sparks up her spine. Harry sits up and grabs hold of her hips, her arms flying up to cover her chest in the process.

“Jesus, your pussy's so tight, feels so good.” Harry comments in a strained voice as he holds her hips tighter and guides her to rock into his thrusts. Y/N moves her arms back down, her hands trying to find something to grip as her walls clench tightly, making Harry thrust a bit harder. Squeezing the sheets, Y/N moans again.

“H-Harry. Oh! Please, faster.” Picking up the speed, Harry begins to shake as he pumps his hips harder. She rolls her head back, mouth wide open as the sweet build of an orgasm starts to rise in the pit of her stomach.

Grasping her hips tighter, he's practically spilling out all kinds of wonderful things as she cries out again and again. The lust takes over, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through her body.

His hand reaches down to rub her clit. Biting on her lip, her walls convulse and her breathing becomes heavy. They both stop breathing altogether when she arches her back sharply, getting in on their rhythm, pounding harder into her core. The warmth keeps building, coursing through her veins and through every cell.

“Oh, Harry. I'm gonna...”

“I know, baby.” He interjects as she writhes beneath him. Hitting that sacred spot inside her with each thrust, she doesn't think she'll be able to hold it in much longer. She wraps her legs around his waist, creating a deeper angle. It's absolutely amazing. She never wants it to end. Her toes curl and her eyelids flutter, taking it all in.

“I can't... Harry.” She exclaims breathlessly, and then screams out, repeating his name.

“You can, Y/N. Look at me. Let go and come for me.” Hearing his raspy voice and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, combined with the sound of his encouraging words drives her even more crazy, almost at the edge. She knows she'll fall down into a complete state of bliss any minute now. Grinding her hips harder, holding on for dear life and digging her nails into his back. She's squeezing him with her walls, everything seemed to melt together into an incredible cocktail of pleasure as she shouts out his name and comes on his cock. He keeps fucking her, keeping her orgasm going even after it came to an end.

When she regains the control over her body, she lowers her legs from around his body.

“Oh, Harry, that was amazing.” A lazy smile spreads across his face and their eyes lock, the both of them panting from her height.

“Do you want to try another position?” He inquires, leaving Y/N with a curious yet excited look on her face. Y/N nods with a faint “Yeah.” and the corners of his mouth tilt upward. With that, he pulls out, an unexplainable sense of emptiness filling Y/N, and she watches as he pushes her onto her stomach, taking a hold of her legs. Harry nuzzles his face into her neck, whispering sweet praises in her ear as he eases her into their next position.

Leaning up on her hands, he raises her onto her knees and steadies her position. He lines his cock up with her entrance from behind. Harry rubs the tip between her folds, he easily glides into her. Kissing her shoulders and down her spine, he doesn't hold back this time and she didn't mind because his wilder thrusts felt unbelievable, not to mention the sounds he kept making. Pounding his hips up against her ass with determination, his curses get louder and his moans turn into the most beautiful sounds she's ever heard. He's close. Y/N knows it.

“Y/N.” He manages in between hot pants and deep groans.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Where do you want me to...” She only had to think about it for half a second and nearly moaned at the mere thought.

“Keep going.” A fierce thud echoes through the room, matching Harry's skin slapping against hers as he rubs her clit once again and gives his final thrusts. Harry tightens his grip and Y/N can feel every muscle in his body get tense as he fills the condom. He's still for a moment, the throbbing of his cock noticeable inside of her.

Leaning up over her, he wraps his arms around her waist and her chin, tilting her head up towards him for a breathtaking kiss. Their tongues slow dance as Harry pulls out, carefully sitting the girl on the bed.

Harry leaves the room to his ensuite to toss the condom and clean up. He brings a damp washcloth and wipes her down, cleaning up the clear mess between her legs. Getting to her chest, he is gently and thoroughly meticulous. Doing everything as painstakingly slow as possible, Y/N closes her eyes in serenity.

While being touched so delicately, she lets out a small sigh and places her hand on his. Bringing her knuckles up to his soft lips, a faint smile plays upon his gorgeous lips. The intensity and lust in Harry's eyes are nowhere to be found, only adoration lingers now. He dresses himself in a clean pair of boxers and turns around to speak up.

“You're staying right?” He questions, slightly chewing his lip as Y/N makes direct eye contact, the thought of staying and sleeping beside him becoming increasingly tempting.

“I'd love to.” She responds hazily, the sleep already starting to take over her body. Harry chuckles at her clear exhaustion.

“I'll get you a shirt and a pair of boxers then. If you want.” He stutters in a nervous way, his confidence fading into a shy demeanor all over again.

“That would be great, thank you.” Sitting up on the bed, she watches as he opens the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, pulling out an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of plain black boxers. Harry hands the garments to her and heads out of the room.

She throws his Rolling Stones shirt over her frame and glances down, making a mental note to take this shirt home tomorrow. After slipping on the boxers, she lets out a heavy sigh, crawling into the bed and plumping the pillows behind her back, getting ready to put in her best effort to stay awake until Harry returned.

Entering the room with two mugs in his hands and a cautious expression, he can't help but smile at the sight of her body so carefully protected by his bedding. The overwhelming joy floods his body as he sits down next to her, gently handing her a mug, full of tea. A sincere smile spreads across her face as she accepts the mug, sipping the warm liquid and pulling the bedsheets up higher.

“Thank you. Do you usually bring tea after sex?” She jokes, Harry letting out a light-hearted giggle and grinning before replying.

“I just thought it could help you relax, or calm you down.” The honesty in his voice catching her off guard for a moment as she quickly recovers.

“Relax or calm me down?” Raising his eyebrows, he nods slowly.

“I know how intense and strong the emotions that are inside of you can get. I wanted you to have a tea that would help soothe your mind know you.” He explains, placing his hand on top of hers, rubbing circles as she nods. Placing the hot tea down on the nightstand, she turns back to him with wide eyes.

“That means a lot, thank you.” She whispers, pressing her lips to his ever so gently. The cup of tea feels like a confirmation that she made the right choice to give herself to Harry. He cares for her, makes her feel cherished and comfortable. That's a great thing in Y/N's opinion.

Snuggling up closer to Harry, they sip their hot tea. Harry asks her if she's feeling alright, to which Y/N answers that she feels fantastic, and Harry can't help but think back to the few hours ago when they danced around eachother, making his heart ache. He kisses the top of her head and caresses her face as he stares into her eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He voices, cupping her face in his large hands.

“About how I wanna do all of that again with you.” She blurts out innocently, making the man laugh for the umpteenth time tonight and making her wish he would keep laughing forever.

“You're not the only one.” He says, setting his empty mug of tea next to hers. All of that tension, all of the stolen glances and awkward moments leading up to what happened tonight felt completely worth it. They both got some stress out and finally found the right times. Being held by the best person in the world, Y/N finds it easy to shut her mind down. Everything is good and she believes their friendship has grown into something far deeper. Maybe she finally found love, she thought before she surrendered to her heavy eyelids and drifted off, pressed against Harry's warm skin.

Sighing with relief and pure admiration, Harry lets his mind wander as he looks down at the most stunning girl he's ever laid eyes upon. He closes his eyes, pulling the blankets higher so her delicate form won't get cold in the middle of the night and lets himself indulge in the feeling of her soft skin brushing his. Not being able to believe what just happened between them, his body relaxes more than it had in months, maybe even years. Admiring her features and carefully placing a chaste kiss on her temple before he too drifts off to sleep.

[that1geek06]

Hi, how are you? Could you write Harry Hook and male reader? The reader is Audrey's brother and super shy, and he meets Harry when the group of VKs went to save Ben.

HOWDY THERE, I'm alright thank you for asking :D I hope your doing good as well, but I can DEFINITELY do this, I'm so happy that my descendents work has been liked by the fandom and its time for the FIRST ROMANTIC FIC YAYYY so I apologize if its not amazing, lmk if there's anything I can do betterr

-SEEN-

Harry Hook x Male!Reader

Warnings: None (lmk if that's wrong)

Audrey Rose, the most popular and recognizable child of Aurora and Phillip. But not many people know or realize that she has a twin brother, Y/N.

He doesn't blame people for not knowing his lineage, he was the complete opposite of his sister. He preferred comfort over style, singularity instead of popularity, and quiet rather than loud. The only one Y/N really talked to was Ben, who would often hang out with the twin when he courted his sister. But even when the VK'S came and he got with Mal, Ben still showed his friendship and even introduced him to the darker group.

And Y/N loved the VK'S.

They just didn't care, and he admired that, without having to talk to much he became close to the small group. They almost took him under their wing and looked out for him. Basically, he never had any issues with Chad once the VK'S started hanging out with him.

So when he heard about Mal running back to the isle and the plan to get her back. He begged to go along. Ben disagreed at first but with some convincing Y/N was allowed to go with.

He had never been so excited for something before, as Evie dressed him and Ben up the clothes felt so nice, the darker tones of red and grey felt suiting, she even made his outfit to be incorporated as a hoodie which he loved.

And then finally they were off.

Ben was very nervous about being there, but with some guidance from Evie, Jay, and Carlos, they got the ways down quite quickly.

They finally made it to Mal's hideout, and Ben went up to talk to her. Y/N waiting for him to return at the bottom of the steps with the others. Though the stomping of his footsteps proved their conversation didn't go to well.

"She's not coming." Ben said annoyed and stomped off through the streets. The others paced and tried to get the attention of Mal. But Y/N ran off to catch up with Ben.

After a small jog he's back at his side, "T-try not to worry to much Ben. Mal's going through a lot, I'm sure she'll come around here soon." He said in a soft tone, trying to comfort the soon to be king.

But Ben just sighs and shakes his head, "I doubt she will, I pushed her to far.."

The two turn a corner, when suddenly they see 2 other shadows, with a low chuckle one spoke. "Well ain't this just perfect, Uma will be please with this catch. A king and a prince, aye now that's somthin' special."

They step into the light, the taller one had a kind smile on his face surprisingly, his eyes set on Ben. "I knew I recognized you Ben! My dad wishes yours would rot in the underworld by the way." Y/N was confused by the guys happiness, and turned to look at the one the spoke earlier, only to find his eyes already on him.

The boy in the red coat smirked, twirling the handheld hook in his hand. "That you did Lad. Now, lets get this crown an' beauty to Uma." And then everything went black. But Y/N wasn't scared, he only thought one thing.

Did that VK really recognize him?

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Y/N slowly opens his eyes, the smell of salt water stinging his nose. He squinted and looked around, eyes adjusting to the light, he tries to move, but he finds himself tied up to a pole.

A light chuckle makes him look up, "Welcome back sleepin' beauty, sorry ya didn't geta kiss like your mum." The boy from earlier smirked, but instead of feeling threatened, Y/N's heart skipped a beat, cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"...w-who are you?" He asks in a small voice, earning a large smile from the other boy. "How rude of me, tha names Harry, and I'm sure this piece o' metal can help ya fill in the rest." He answers, twirling it around once again.

He just nods, putting together he was Captain Hooks son. "Your a quiet one aint ya. Never really talkin' much at those fancy meetings up there." Harry comments, a teasing smirk on his face as he looks him up and down.

Y/N's eyes widened at that, "You've.. noticed me? You know who I am?" He asks in such a quiet voice it was barely a whisper. And he watches as Harry's face falls for a second. He goes to answer when Ben starts to wake up. And that crazed facade comes back as he turns his attention onto the young king.

After a few minutes though the other boy who helped capture him who he learned to be Gil announced Mal and the groups arrival. They had actually brought the wand. But when she pretended to use it on dude, Y/N knew that something wasn't right.

But Uma believed it.

Harry cuts the ropes off of Ben and Y/N, complaining about how his fun was ruined, though it felt almost as if his touched lingered a little longer than normal when he cut the ropes off of Y/N.

Then Mal and Uma trade, and the two royals were back with their group.

Mal starts trying to rush Ben away as Uma attempts to use the wand, and like he suspected, it didn't work. And then a big fight breaks lose.

Y/N fights, but nothing to harm anyone, he couldn't do any such thing. Finally they get space between them and the pirates and are getting ready to make an escape, until-

"BEAUTY!!" Y/N hears Harry yell, he looks back and makes eye contact with him, the pirate smirks, still dripping wet from grabbing his hook out of the water, clothes clinging to his body.

"I always noticed ya!" He yells again, answering Y/N's question from before.

He felt is face flare up and his heart drop as he stare into the other boys eyes. Only for the contact to be broken by Jay pulling him to follow out.

In a daze Y/N followed, mind and heart hooked on the pirate that had noticed him..

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YAYY I loved this sm I hope you do tooo, and anon I hope this makes your day dreams a little easier to imagine <3

-Also, if anyone's interested, I'd be willing to make this a part two?? Tell me if I shouldd-

Lmk if there's anything I can do to improve I welcome any and all help, also, PAUSE. RN. GET A SNACK. Reading is so fun on a full stomach, but anyways, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT MY GOOBERS, happy readingg 👾

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Hurts Like Heaven

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jamie were nothing more than friends with benefits…then Jamie realizes that the way he feels for you is more than friends.

A/N: inspired by the song I Think I Like You by The Band Camino

You and Jamie had been friends for a few years. You met through Keeley and he'd tried to get into your pants after they'd broken up. But girl code meant you don't sleep with your friend's ex unless they say it's okay.

Years later, he and Keeley still aren't together. It originally saddened Jamie, however, he learned that he valued her highly as a friend and he eventually lost feelings for her.

That's when you came in.

Jamie didn't feel ready to get back into serious dating, but he also didn't feel like going back to random hook ups like his early days. That's when you suggested a friends with benefits relationship.

The suggestion surprised Jamie, especially since you rejected him a few years ago.

You rolled your eyes at him, "Yes, but I've gotten Keeley's permission to sleep with you if I chose to do so."

His brows rose, "I'm sorry, what? When did this happen?"

You shrugged like it was no big deal, "Like a year ago."

"So you're telling me we could've been fucking for a year now?"

You snorted, "I didn't think you'd still be interested."

He grinned at you, "Oh, I'm still very interested."

It was nice. He thought the arrangement would change things but it didn't. He still texted you about the things Jan Maas said or a new song that Dani introduced him to. You two would facetime for hours while he was at away games until you both fell asleep. He used to be a man of not many words, but he found himself never shutting up in your presence.

You grabbed lunch or dinner when you could and instead of going your separate ways, either one of you followed the other to your respective homes and you had sex.

Some days, you didn't have sex at all. He'd come over with take out and you two would watch a movie. Or he'd help you cook dinner while you're both singing Harry Styles' lyrics at the top your lungs. He felt so happy and at peace with you.

It was great. It was nice...until you told Jamie that someone had asked you on a date.

"It's fine. We're not dating or nothing, so why would it matter?" he asked you when you broke the news.

You shrugged, "I dunno. Guess I-nevermind. I'm going to cancel our movie night on Friday then."

"What? Why?"

"That's when my date is. Unless...I cancel it?" You looked at Jamie like you were hoping for...something. What you were hoping for he didn't know, but he shook his head, "No, no. It's fine. Could probably go to the pub with the lads or something." He then pointed a finger at you, "But you let me know if he does something that makes you uncomfortable. I'll pick you up. Just say the word."

You nodded and give him a smile, "I know. Thanks, Jame."

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It's the night of the date. Jamie has been on edge the entire day and he's not exactly sure why. You'd sent him your outfit for the date and you...you looked beautiful, sexy, gorgeous. There was a pit in stomach when he realized that you'd never dressed up for him like that. Why would you? You two are only friends who also sleep together. Nothing that would warrant you to put much that effort...but Jamie wanted it.

Fuck, did he want you to dress that way only for him, to take you on dates and call you his girl.

Holy fuck, why did he have to realize this all too late?

Even when he went to a club with the lads, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He kept checking his phone every five minutes to see if you'd messaged him. The last thing you sent was you telling him the restaurant you were at and he'd sent you a thumbs up.

He stood at one of the standing tables, nursing a beer and just watching the crowd. His teammates were drinking and dancing with women, except for Colin who was dancing with his boyfriend, Michael.

Getting a bit anxious, he pulls his phone out again, looking at the thread of texts between you and him.

"Are you alright, Jamie?" Sam asks above the club's music.

Jamie sighs and pockets his phone, "I'm gonna step out for a bit!" he shouts back and Sam responds, "I'll come with you!"

They take their beers and head out to the back patio of the club. The music is still loud but not as much.

Jamie lets out a deep breath, letting the cool air encompass him. Sam nudges him, "What's going on?"

Jamie chuckles to himself, "Think I'm in love, Sam," and then winces.

Sam cocks a brow in confusion, "Why do you look so pained then?"

Jamie sighs and runs a hand through his now brunette hair, "It's complicated."

"Is it Y/N?"

Jamie's head whipped to Sam's direction, "How the fuck did you know that?"

Sam can't help but laugh, "You don't hide it very well when you're with her. You're...happier with her."

He scoffs, "'M not so happy now, am I? She's on a date right now."

"Why?"

"Some bloke from the IT department asked her and she asked me how I felt about it and I said it was fine. That her going on that date doesn't matter 'cause we're not exclusive or nothin' and now I fuckin' regret it 'cause I fuckin' love her!" after his mini rant he looks back as a smug looking Sam, "What?"

"I think the solution to your problem is very simple, Jamie."

"Yeah? And what's that."

"Tell her."

He's immediately shaking his head, "No. No. I can't. I can't. It'll ruin everything."

"I don't think it will."

"How do you know?"

"I don't, but I have a strong feeling it'll be okay."

Suddenly, his phone is buzzing and your contact photo is staring up at him. He looks up at Sam and his teammate is grinning at him, "Tell her," he says before patting Jamie on the back and heading back inside.

Jamie nods and answers your call, "Hey, you alright?"

"He was a complete prick! He yelled at our server because his pasta wasn't al dente and complained about me eating too much bread."

"Pft. You love bread."

"I love bread so much!" you sigh, "I'm having uber me drop off because there was no way in hell I was getting in the car with him again."

Jamie frowns to himself, "You should've told me. I could've picked you up."

"I texted you ten minutes ago and you didn't respond!"

Jamie curses and pulls back his phone going to the text thread to see you had texted him, "Shit. Sorry, love."

"It's fine. You can come over after your night with the boys."

"I'm leaving right now. Wasn't very exciting anyway. Want me to grab some food?"

You groan, "Yes, please. That meal wasn't satisfying enough."

Jamie finds himself smiling, "Alright. I'll be over in a bit. Get comfy for me."

"Waaaay ahead of ya. Tossing the dress in the hamper as we speak and pulling out my comfy clothes. Shall I pull yours out as well?"

"Please."

"Got it. See you in a bit, Jame."

"Right. Bye." After he ends the call, he heads inside to say his good-byes to his mates. Sam is giving him a knowing look and a "Good luck" as he walks out of the club.

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Half an hour later, Jamie is letting himself into your place with the spare key that you gave him. He places the takeout on the coffee table in front of you.

"Go eat. I'm gonna change."

"Thank you!" you holler as he walks down the hallway to your room and where you've laid out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt for him. He quickly changes and heads back to your living room where he sees you shoveling your face with the food he's brought.

He's smiling wide as he sits beside you, "Good?"

You nod, "Soooo good!"

He grabs your remote and plays the movie you picked, "Guess we ended up having our movie night after all."

You snort, "Shout out to Liam for IT for being a prick, I guess."

Jamie stills. His brows furrow and you see he's thinking hard about something. You set your food down, pause the movie, and turn to completely face him on the couch.

"What's going on?"

"I realized something."

"Okay...is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends on how you take it, I suppose," he turns to face you as well, "I...I think I like you more than I should."

"Meaning..."

"I'm in love with you. I think I have been for a while now but it just didn't hit me until you were out with that prick-"

"Liam-"

"and all I could think about tonight was losing you. I hate that you looked absolutely gorgeous for someone else. I hate that it was him taking you on a date and not me. And I hate the thought of someone else being where I should be."

You chuckle, looking away and shaking your head, "Jamie Tartt," and this is when Jamie prepares to be rejected by you, "took you long enough."

Oh. Oh. That's not something he expected.

"So, uh, so you-"

You lean in pressing your lips against his and when you pull away you're smiling, "I love you too."

"Oh. Great. Cool. That's-That's good."

You laugh, "Did I break you?"

"Maybe?"

You laugh more and he's smiling again. Your laugh is music to his ears and it's filling him up with so much warmth and love.

You pat his knee, "Alright, loverboy, let's continue this movie night , yeah?" you press play and you grab your food. You curl up into Jamie's side and he relishes in your warmth while you feed him some of your food.

A day later, Jamie posts a picture of you sitting across from him at the same restaurant you went to with Liam, with the caption: Dinner with me girl <3.

His comments littered with applause and congratulations from his teammates and fans. They all love you, but Jamie loves you the most.

[bubbless-s]

I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

→Masterlist

Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.

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HD Erised 2023 recs

Here are some of my favorite fics from @hd-erised 2023. Listed in alphabetical order.

Always the Last to Know by @nv-md [10k]

“I’m not napping,” Harry mumbled, his face still pressed to the floor. “I’m thinking.” “Salazar help us,” Draco muttered, walking around Harry’s prone body. Out of the corner of his eye, a bit blurrily, Harry watched as Draco lay beside him. “And what, pray tell, is so difficult to ponder that it requires a lie down?” Harry took a deep breath, very much considered lying, closed his eyes, and said, “Love.”

Clear Skies, Full Hearts by iota / @sorrybutblog​ [32k]

Harry loves everything about playing professional Quidditch – the rush of flying, the rush of winning, the rush of getting off with rival seeker Draco Malfoy. Harry’s the highest scoring rookie Seeker in the history of the League. He’s also, inexplicably, obsessively, hooking up with Draco. When Draco unexpectedly quits the League and disappears from Harry’s life, Harry doesn’t stop wondering what it all meant and if he’ll ever get another chance to find out.

Draco Malfoy, Bloodsucking Fiend by @kbrick [23k]

There are two things that Draco’s Auror partner, Harry Potter, must never know about him. One is that he’s a vampire. The other is that he’s been completely, pathetically, head-over-heels in love with Harry for years. But when the duo is trapped inside an old shop on Diagon Alley with no means of escape, Draco finds himself fiending for blood and unable to put even a modicum of distance between himself and the man he can’t stop lusting after.

How To Train Your Malfoy by @fencer-x [93k]

Good manners dictate that, when one’s best friend Apparates onto one’s doorstep holding the unconscious, haggard body of the schoolyard bully and begging for sanctuary, one ought to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea. Harry Potter sometimes wishes he weren’t so polite.

Jasmine in Bloom by @lqtraintracks [41k]

This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn.

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I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[lemoncrushh]

Seven Six Five - Part Six

Summary: They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again.

Warnings: smut, body image issues, angst. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Enemies to Lovers. This was originally written and posted in 2020, right before the pandemic, so the story takes place then with flashbacks of 2013. Harry Styles x Plus Size OC, written in third person.

Part Six Word Count: 6.4k+

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1 March, 2020 - New York, NY, USA… 1:43 AM

Harry stood so close, his eyes pleading with his inquiry that hung in the air. Bronwyn could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths uneven, slipping between her lips in a rhythm of their own as her hand searched behind her for the doorknob. Finding it in haste, she turned it, pushing the door open a crack, just as her head gave a silent nod.

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow to confirm.

“Yes,” Bronwyn breathed, stepping backward into her flat, pulling Harry along by his hand and turning on the light.

His eyes remained on her as she closed the door behind him, set her camera bag on the floor and slipped out of her coat. As she hung it on the hook, only then did Harry finally move, taking off his own jacket. With a shy grin, Bronwyn took it from it and hung it next to hers.

Sliding his arms around her waist, Harry pulled Bronwyn close again, pressing her against his own body. A tiny sound rose from her throat as she gazed into his eyes, just before he lowered his mouth onto hers.

He kissed her passionately, sending shivers to every extremity, making her light-headed. Her hands in his hair, she imagined being swept off her feet like in a scene from an old black and white movie. His tongue met with hers, tasting of liquor and something sweet. Another moan coming from her chest, her hands slid around from the back of his neck to his face where she allowed her fingers to delicately arouse themselves against the friction of his scruffy jaw.

Breaking his lips free from the kiss, Harry rested his forehead against Bronwyn’s, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“It’s funny…” he said with a smirk, “now that we’re here finally, I’m not sure I know where to begin.”

A small giggle rang from Bronwyn’s mouth before she dropped her hands. “That’s not what a girl wants to hear.”

“You know what I mean,” Harry chuckled.

“I do, baby,” Bronwyn cooed, taking his hand again. “But I reckon you’ve already begun.”

With a sly smile, she turned for the bedroom, guiding Harry through the beaded curtain where her bed waited patiently. The candles from dinner had long been extinguished, but a slight aroma still remained, filling her senses as she switched on the bedside lamp. Facing Harry, she licked her lips, thinking he surely could hear the tempo of her heartbeat that had been playing since they’d arrived.

Lifting his free hand, Harry tenderly touched her cheek before pulling her into another kiss. Here in her bedroom, she felt more vulnerable than ever. With a rumble in her belly, she backed into the side of her bed, her hands freezing on his chest.

“Mmm, Harry,” she murmured nervously.

“Bronwyn…” he growled, his lips dragging across her cheek to her jaw.

“Actually, um...” she hesitated, grabbing his wrists, “mind if I make a quick trip to the loo?”

Catching the dimple in his cheek as he lifted his head, she watched him step back.

“‘Course, love. Just don’t keep me waiting long.”

“I won’t,” Bronwyn promised, stepping through the beaded curtain again.

“Least I won’t have to go searching for you this time,” she heard Harry tease as she headed for the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she took care of business before washing her hands, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Memories of that night seven years prior came flooding back once again. She remembered having this same exact feeling then, stood before a bathroom mirror. She’d been nervous and excited at the same time, a fire in her belly as she anticipated what was to come. Now, seven years older - and wiser, she hoped - the nerves and thrill were the same. Only this time, Harry Styles was alone in her bedroom, awaiting her return. Just that thought alone was erotic and brought a smile to her lips.

Making her way back, Bronwyn tiptoed through the living room and turned out the light, leaving only the glow from the lamp beside her bed where Harry sat. The tinkle of the beads as she pushed them aside suddenly sounded louder to her than she remembered, mimicking the ticking in her head. The image before her, however, was enough to take her breath away and make her forget all of her inhibitions.

“Well,” she nearly choked, the fire in her belly now roaring madly at the sight, “to what do I owe this honour?”

“You said yes,” replied the naked figure lying on her bed, a spitting image of the one in the fold-out poster.

Except this one wasn’t covering his crotch. His arms lay on either side of himself, like an angel spreading his wings.

Bronwyn cleared her throat as her gaze wandered over his body, piece by piece, wondering how long it might take to count the ink on his skin. Blinking hard at the ludicrous thought, she licked her lips and stepped forward.

“I see,” she said softly. “It’s quite a lovely gift to receive for just one simple word.”

She caught the twitch of his lips as they threatened to spread into a smile before he shifted onto his side, facing her.

“I have more,” he commented.

“More?”

“More gifts to give.”

“Oh,” Bronwyn mouthed, taking another step. “And what do I have to do to earn them?”

Harry sat up then, and rose from the bed to meet her.

“Absolutely nothing,” he replied, sliding his hands underneath her ears and kissing her so intently, so seductively, that she hadn’t time to react.

His lips were warm and soft against hers, his tongue darting far enough into her mouth to clue her into what other things he had in mind. Her hands nearly trembling, she brought them up to reach for bare skin. Her fingertips grazed the flesh beneath his ribs, and she heard him hum against her mouth. As her hands traveled down his abs, she felt his erection poke against the hem of her dress. Adrenaline rushing through her, she wrapped her hand around it just as a low groan sounded from his chest.

“Mmm, yes,” Harry breathed, his fingers reaching behind her neck. “Let’s get you out of this dress, baby.”

Quickly finding the zipper, Harry had it pulled halfway down before Bronwyn released his cock from her hand and stopped him.

“Wait.”

“What's wrong?” he asked, his swollen lips in a pout.

“I just…” Bronwyn hesitated, looking him in the eye before averting her gaze to the inked butterfly on his stomach. “I just want to remind you that I’m kind of...a big girl. My body isn’t-”

“Shhh,” Harry quieted her with a finger on her lips. “None of that. I want you, Bronwyn. Do you want me?”

Bronwyn nodded, Harry’s finger still pressing on her mouth. With a tiny smirk, he released it, mimicking her nod before resuming his task with the zipper. She watched him intently as she felt the cool breeze on her back, trying her damndest not to crumble. She wanted to be the other Bronwyn, the flirty, alive one he’d spoken about earlier. But she knew it was no use. Naked Bronwyn was as close to vulnerable as she could get, despite the hungry look in his eyes.

The thick fabric of her dress slipped heavily from her shoulders and fell around her feet which were still clad in leather boots. A slight chill nipped at her skin as she shut her eyes and allowed herself to count her own breaths before looking up at Harry. He stared at her with hooded green eyes as he licked his lips and reached behind her again to unhook her bra.

The silence was deafening except for the echo of their heartbeats, punctuated by their breaths. For a moment, Bronwyn wished she had thought to put on some music, but it was too late for that. As Harry slipped off her bra, his fingers grazed her breasts, and it was as though the fire inside of her had come to the surface, sparks igniting, and she just about came unglued.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured before even realising.

“Yeah babe, you like to be touched here?” Harry asked.

“Mmhmm,” Bronwyn nodded.

Cupping her breasts, Harry let his thumbs run over her nipples. A slight grin twitched at the corner of his mouth as he seemed to take pride in making her feel good. With a sigh, Bronwyn threw her head back, no longer worried about her body image or insecurities. She was convinced now that Harry was in it for the pleasure, and he was quite good at it.

“You are so fucking sexy,” she heard him say as he pinched her nipples, earning a moan from her.

His hands continued their caresses on her bosom before making their way to the waistband of her knickers. Bronwyn watched him as he pulled them down and around her boots, helping her step out of them.

“C’mere, love,” he said, taking her hand and backing into the edge of the bed.

“Um...am I to leave these on?” Bronwyn asked shyly, pointing at her boots.

“Yes please,” Harry requested, his expression serious. “Just for now.”

Before she could protest, Harry crouched down, his face level with her belly. His hands on her hips, he placed a soft kiss just below her navel, another a bit lower, and one more for good measure. Feeling light-headed again, Bronwyn let out a gasp when Harry lifted her thigh and placed another kiss on the inside.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she swore as his tongue began to leave a trail across her skin, inching closer to her already moist and anticipating center.

“Mmhmm,” Harry sounded against her inner thigh, teasing and tantilising her with more kisses.

Then with one more lick across her flesh, he seemed to find his destination. Bronwyn purred as his tongue circled around the delicate folds and landed on her already swollen bud. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d experienced such immediate ecstasy, nor did she want to.

Harry’s hands moved from her thighs around to her bum as he continued to devour her. The sting of his cold rings on her tender and bare skin was both alarming and alluring, and that combined with the unstoppable high that was rising throughout her body, she suddenly worried she might not be able to remain standing.

“Oh my God, Harry,” she moaned, reaching for the bedside table to steady herself.

“Here, baby,” she heard him say as he urged her thigh up. “Put your foot up here.”

Still disoriented, Bronwyn managed to place her foot on the frame of the bed, next to Harry’s head. Not only did it help her balance, but it gave Harry wider access.

With a deep growl, Harry ran his hand up her boot to her bare thigh, his digits stopping at her clit. Bronwyn let out a cry as he began to play, the calluses on his fingertips creating a melody of their own against her soft, exposed skin.

“That feel good?” Harry inquired.

“Yes,” Bronwyn managed to breathe. “But...inside, please. I want them inside me.”

Bronwyn felt his breath against her as he chuckled low and gingerly slipped his fingers inside.

“Like that?” he asked.

“God, yes!” she exclaimed, shifting her hips in order to meet his fingers where she wanted to.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, Bronwyn,” Harry remarked. “So warm and wet. I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

With a groan, Bronwyn looked down at him, his green eyes burning so darkly, she could swear they were black.

“Well, what are we waiting-”

Harry chuckled again, a devilish grin on his face as his hand continued to pump its fingers.

“Patience, baby,” he said. “One thing at a time.”

“Ho-holy shit, you’re gonna drive me mad.”

“Hope so,” Harry added before returning his mouth to its task.

The combination of his tongue and fingers was enough to send Bronwyn over the edge, her legs trembling as she howled a long, orgasmic cry. Her hands that had found their way into his hair, tugged gently as she came down, setting her booted foot on the ground once again.

“Wow,” she exhaled, pushing her damp hair from her face.

She watched as Harry kissed her thigh once more before he shimmied himself up from the floor and rose to face her. She couldn’t help but smile as he wiped his mouth and chin free of her juices.

“So…” she said as he pulled her close. “There’s to be a second part?”

Harry’s dimple dipped in his cheek as he laughed low. “I might have other things in store.”

“I just might, as well,” Bronwyn teased, lacing her arms around his neck.

Tilting his head, Harry kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue, causing another moan to rise from her throat.

“I love the sounds you make,” Harry growled against her ear as he ran his hands across her bum. Bronwyn decided she really liked that.

“Can I take these off now?” she asked, referring to her boots.

“Sure,” Harry smirked. “If you must.”

Biting her lip, Bronwyn considered leaving the boots on, but decided they’d had enough fun for one evening. Slipping them off, she felt another fire in her belly, but not one of nerves. That orgasm had ripped through her, and the anticipation of more to come was overwhelmingly thrilling.

“Thank you for keeping them on during that, though,” Harry added when Bronwyn was turned away from him, setting her boots beside the closet. “That was really hot.”

Just as she was about to turn around again, she felt his warm, lean body press against her back. Sliding his hands down her hips, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, gently nipping at her skin.

“I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting too long, handsome,” Bronwyn commented, covering his hands with hers.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her ear. “You’re not keeping me waiting. I’m right here.”

“I meant that pistol you have poking me in the bum.”

Harry chuckled. “Oh, you noticed.”

“How could I not?” she remarked, bringing their joint hands to her stomach. “It’s quite lovely.”

Harry turned her around then, his green eyes dancing with glee. This time it was Bronwyn who took the initiative and brought his face to hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. Slowly, she raked her fingers down his chest and stomach until she met his hard cock.

“God, Harry,” she moaned against his lips as his heavy breaths pushed out with hers. “I dunno if I’d rather have you inside my mouth or my pussy.”

She gingerly began to pump his erection, waiting for his response. When she reached underneath with her other hand, she cupped his balls, earning a guttural moan from him.

“Shit, woman,” he cried. “Here I thought I was gonna be the one to drive you mad.”

“Perhaps it’s my turn now, darling.”

“Unnngggh yeah,” Harry sighed, throwing his head back as Bronwyn fell to her knees.

The initial lick around his cock to wet it was easy. Taking him into her mouth, she felt the heat ignite again inside her core. But when Harry began to moan again, threading his fingers through her curls as she sucked him, she quickly realised how badly she wanted to feel him inside of her.

Concentrating on the task at hand, however, she reveled in the feeling of his firm dick in her hand, her lips wrapping around it like the best lolly she’d ever tasted. Running her free hand across the flesh just above his hip where his tattooed laurels lay, she listened to his breaths, each one released a bit more jagged than the one before. Finally, when she took him a little deeper into her mouth, allowing her tongue the suction it needed, she felt him tremble as he cursed.

“You’re so fucking good at that…” he gasped. “Oh shit.”

Bronwyn continued for a bit longer, delighting in the sounds he made before popping off of him.

“Shall I continue, or…”

“No, no. I’m getting too close. I’m sure it’s amazing to come in your mouth but...I’d rather fuck.”

“Mmm, good. Me too.”

Rising from the floor, Bronwyn took Harry’s hand as he helped her up and guided her to the bed.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his voice so deep and laced with sex.

“Sorry?”

“Do you want me on top?”

A tiny giggle escaped her throat as she looked at him incredulously, unable to hide the joy his inquiry gave her.

“Whatever you’d like, honey. Sorry, I’ve just...never had anyone ask me that before.”

“Mmm, well I want to please you the best way I can,” declared Harry, slipping his ringed hands around her waist. “Do you like it from behind?”

“God, yes,” she nodded before lifting her hand to his cheek. “Except then I wouldn’t get to look at your gorgeous face.”

A low chuckle sounded from his chest. “Alright then.”

“Oh, here,” Bronwyn suggested, pulling open the drawer of her bedside table. She grabbed a wrapped condom and handed it to Harry. “I promise I’m not presumptuous. Just prepared.”

“Of course,” agreed Harry with a smirk.

As he rolled the condom over his length, Harry watched Bronwyn as she positioned herself on the bed, her bedroom eyes awaiting his accompaniment. Then crawling onto the bed to join her, he slithered his body between her legs and kissed her.

“Harry…” she suddenly spoke when he lifted his head to look into her eyes. She wasn’t quite sure why she decided to ask her next question, or why this felt like the proper moment, but she allowed it to slip from her lips, nevertheless.

“Yes, love?”

“Is this what you imagined?”

Staring at her for a second, Harry shook his head. “Even better.”

A smile slowly spread across her face as her fingers tickled his arms.

“That might be a lie,” she quipped, “but I’ll believe it anyway.”

“It’s not.”

“Doesn’t matter. I like it.”

Spreading her legs, Bronwyn reached down and guided Harry inside, his cock sliding in slowly, making her toes curl. With a gasp, she felt him slide back and in again before finding a steady pace. She watched his face as he stared into her eyes, his perfect lips slightly open.

“How’s that feel?” he asked, their bodies rocking smoothly.

“Incredible.”

Harry nodded in agreement, his eyelids blinking slowly. It wasn’t long before Bronwyn had a hard time keeping her eyes open as well, and she started to lose control of her breathing.

“Oh, God,” she panted.

“Yeah, baby, you feel so fucking good,” Harry moaned. “Put your legs around me.”

With a little help, she did as instructed, wrapping her legs around his waist, giving him the deepest access. Soon enough, she began to feel the build-up of an orgasm, hitting her at just the right spot. Grasping at his back, she held onto Harry for dear life, moaning into his shoulder. There was no need for her to warn him how close she was. He seemed to know as he picked up speed and thrust deeper and deeper. Finally, the dam broke and she released a loud cry.

“Harry! Oh! Fuck me!”

“Yeah, baby. Come for me,” he growled in her ear. “‘m almost there.”

A couple more bucks from his hips sent the second orgasm of the night shivering through her entire body. Just as she was crying out his name again, he cursed against the pillow and groaned low, his back trembling underneath her hands.

They both lay still for a few moments, their bodies both perspiring and spent. Finally, Harry lifted his head, kissed her softly, and laid it back down on her chest with a sigh.

“You’re right,” remarked Bronwyn in a whisper, her fingers playing lightly in his curls.

“About what, baby?”

“That was better that I imagined. Way better.”

With a deep hum, Harry slid his hands down her sides and back up again. Normally a movement like that would have sent Bronwyn into a fit of giggles, but in that moment, it wasn’t funny, and it didn’t tickle. Instead, it was like a gesture of contentment - of being a hundred percent satisfied.

The morning sun had yet to make its appearance as Bronwyn tiptoed into the living room and picked up her camera and brought it to her desk, opening her laptop. She knew it was early, and she hadn’t wanted to leave Harry’s side, but she had work to do. As she waited for her photos to transfer, she jumped when she heard a rustling behind her.

“Oh, you startled me,” she said, her hand over her heart.

“What time is it?” Harry asked as he strode across the room, scratching his scruffy jaw.

Unable to control the flutter in her tummy at the sound of his low, gravelly, sleepy voice, Bronwyn smiled.

“Far too early for you to be up, love,” she declared. “Go back to sleep.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, ignoring her request and placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Work. I still have the second part of last night to do, you know?”

“I thought we did that,” Harry giggled as he nuzzled her neck.

“Stop it, you! I mean my job.”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed cheekily.

“Go, honey,” she instructed. “I’ll probably be a while. You’re still sleepy.”

“No, I’m lonely and horny.”

Bronwyn groaned, not because she wanted him to leave her be, but because she’d much rather be with him in her bed. Caressing her shoulders with his fingers, his mouth continued to nip at her neck.

“You’re not making this easy,” she protested.

“Not trying to,” he murmured. “Actually, I only got up to wee. I’ll leave you to your work.”

“You little shit.”

Bronwyn heard Harry giggle on his way to the toilet, but on his way back he blew her a kiss before retreating to her bedroom.

Fortunately, because Bronwyn had already done several write-ups and reviews for Austin’s band and the Double X bar, she was able to zip through this one in record time. The sun was just starting to peek from behind the clouds when she pushed aside the beaded curtain and watched Harry sleeping soundly. He looked so lovely and content, she hated to make the mattress shift for fear she’d wake him. Much to her surprise, however, he seemed to know she was coming, and rolled over to spoon her as soon as she laid beside him.

Oh, Harry, she thought. I could do this everyday…

Blinking her eyes, she tried her best to hold back the moisture that threatened to fall. What the hell had she just done? She’d known he’d be leaving, and yet she’d let herself…

No. No, she was not falling for him. It was one night of sex. Amazing, mind-blowing, perfect sex. But still, sex just the same. With someone she used to hate, who was famous, even. Perhaps things had come full circle, and despite fulfilling their desire to be lovers, they could still remain friends. But she was determined to leave her heart out of it, no matter what.

With a low grumble, she felt Harry shift slightly before finding his resting spot once again, his arm around her, his breaths tickling her hair as she stared at the wall.

No, she was not falling for him.

The sun shone through the curtains, casting shadows on the opposite wall. Harry had awakened before Bronwyn this time, starting the coffee and bringing her breakfast in bed while Bill Withers sang in the living room.

Lifting a strawberry to his lips, she thought again about the feeling she’d had earlier. This was certainly something she could get used to, but the reality was that she’d never get the chance to.

As if he could read her mind, Harry brought up his leaving the next day.

“I fly out in the morning,” he said.

“I see,” Bronwyn commented, looking down at the plate of fruit.

Harry lifted her chin gently to look at him. “I have all day free though. I wanna spend it here with you.”

Bronwyn took the dishes to the kitchen, laying the tray on the counter as she tried not to let her emotions get the best of her. When she returned, she caught sight of Harry lying back on the bed, one arm behind his head. The dark shadow of his stubble combined with the glow of his tattooed skin in the sunlight took her breath away. He mouthed the lyrics of the song playing until he looked up and saw her stood across the room.

“Wow.”

“What?” he asked.

“You’re just...can I take a picture of you?”

Harry raised a brow as Bronwyn slipped through the beaded curtain to grab her camera. Returning with a smile, she held it up.

“Not to post or anything,” she assured him. “Just for me. A momento.”

“Bronwyn-“

“Please?”

Sitting up, Harry arranged the pillows, then lied back with a sly grin. Climbing onto the foot of the bed on her knees, Bronwyn lifted the camera and took the photo. Just one, because it was all she needed. From the way the sun showed the highlights in his hair to the easy smile on his face, his dimple displayed just a touch and the sleepy look in his eyes, it was perfect.

Pausing, her eye still on the lens, she murmured, “So beautiful…”

With a sigh, she lowered the camera and stared at him, the sun shining behind her through the window. She liked the way he seemed to study her as well, his eyes fixed on hers until they traveled down her body.

“I agree,” declared Harry.

Biting her lip, Bronwyn crawled off the bed and set her camera on her dresser. Turning around, she started to blush when she noticed Harry still staring at her, his face serene.

“C’mere,” he beckoned, throwing the blanket off of the lower half of his body.

Bronwyn’s mouth began to water as she obliged and sat next to him on the bed. Harry pulled her into a kiss, similar to all the others, yet unique in its own right. She tasted the strawberries on his tongue, the sweet aroma filling her nostrils as he began to fondle her breasts. Understanding his intent, she wasted no more time and adjusted her body to straddle his. She kissed him hard and deeply, sucking on his tongue. He moaned against her lips as he laid back again, pulling her with him.

“You wanna be on top this time?” he asked when she sat up to retrieve a condom.

“I might crush you,” she pouted.

Harry let out a loud guffaw which filled the room. “You’re insane, my love. You really have no idea how perfectly sexy you are.”

Bronwyn shrugged and made a face, earning another one from Harry before he took the condom from her.

They made love sweetly and slowly, staring into each other’s eyes before opting for a nap. When Bronwyn awoke, Harry was still sleeping, so she just watched him for a while. He looked so peaceful and happy. She hoped it was partly because of her, though she knew it wouldn’t always be.

After showering and ordering take-out, Harry insisted on raiding her vinyl collection again, getting a better look at it, and choosing some deep cuts he favourited. Lying next to each other on the living room floor with a bottle of wine, they laughed and sang together. Bronwyn wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so immensely happy. Later, she showed Harry some of her work - her photos and other articles and reviews she had written. He was very impressed with her career, and had even recognised a handful of photos that he hadn’t known she’d taken.

“I’ve come a long way from boyband premieres,” Bronwyn jabbed.

“Heeeyyy.”

With a giggle, Bronwyn wrapped her arms around him. “You know I’m just teasing, love. But I do enjoy taking the piss.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Well, I mean, you’ve come a long way too, so it’s not really a joke.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Harry grinned before planting a kiss on her lips.

The evening, though lovely, seemed to drag on as Bronwyn watched the clock, knowing the inevitable was going to happen soon. Excusing herself to the restroom, she allowed herself a moment to cry because she refused to let a single tear shed in front of him. He’d be going on his merry way, and she just had to put on her big girl knickers and face it.

“What’s wrong?” she heard Harry ask when she returned to the sofa.

“Nothing, why?”

“You’ve been crying,” he remarked.

Wow, perceptive, she thought. Can he see right through me?

“Um…” she cleared her throat. “Perhaps we should just do this now, get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” Harry asked, shifting on the cushion to face her.

“The goodbye.”

Harry’s face fell, as did his shoulders. Looking down at his hands, he seemed to study them before looking back up at her.

“I don’t really want to, Bronwyn,” he declared with a scratch to his voice.

“But you leave in the morning. I’m sure you have some packing to do, last minute details.”

“I do, but I can still come by and see you before I head for the airport,” he said.

Bronwyn’s face softened. “Well that sounds all nice and good, but it’s also just delaying the inevitable.”

“If I’m being honest, I’d rather just go on and act like we’ll be seeing each other again after...this.”

“Why?” Bronwyn choked.

“Because...it won’t hurt as bad,” Harry claimed softly.

“Harry…”

His lips crashed into hers before she could say more. Throwing her arms around him, she held on tight, not wanting their lips to ever separate.

When they finally did, she realised she was shaking, her breaths uneven as she tried to control her emotions. Harry caught the first tear on her cheek before she did, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I didn’t think it would be this difficult,” she admitted.

“Goodbyes are always difficult, love,” Harry said softly. “If they were easy, there’d be no heartbreak.”

“Is your heart breaking too? Because…oh, damn it.”

Angrily pushing away another tear from her cheek with her fist, she sat back, giving some space between her and Harry.

“I’m sorry, Bronwyn.”

“I know you are, Harry. It’s not your fault. I just...ugh, I didn’t know I’d feel this way!” she whined as she rose from the sofa and turned her back to him.

Strings of silence threaded the air until Harry finally spoke again. “I didn’t either.”

Sniffling, Bronwyn dared herself not to turn around and look at him. She knew she’d crumble into tiny pieces if she did. Looking down at her hands instead, she gave a wry chuckle.

“I reckon this is payback for hating you for so long,” she confessed.

“No. No, it’s absolutely not.”

“Yeah. Karma’s a bitch.”

Bronwyn hadn’t known he’d risen from the couch until she felt him touch her shoulder and slide his hands down her arms. She listened to his breathing as she continued in vain to try to control her own. When she trembled again with another set of tears, Harry slipped his hands around her waist and hugged her close to his body.

“I wish I could change things,” he said, “but...we both knew how this was gonna end.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“No. That’s why I don’t wanna say goodbye.” Turning her around, he lifted her chin to look at him and kissed her lips softly. “I’ll call you in the morning, okay? I’ll come by before I leave.”

Unable to utter a word, Bronwyn merely nodded. One more loan tear trickled down her cheek, and Harry wiped it away with his thumb.

“Please don’t cry, love,” he begged. “You’re far too enchanting to cry.”

Bronwyn raised her eyebrows. “Enchanting?”

“Mmm,” Harry nodded, lightly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “Perfect word for you.”

“There you go with those lies again. If you weren’t you, I’d tell you to piss off.”

“I only speak the truth.”

Seeing him to the door, Bronwyn’s chest ached, but she reminded herself it wasn’t goodbye.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Harry murmured before giving her one last kiss. “See you in the morning.”

Shutting the door, Bronwyn leant against it, counting to ten until she knew he must be gone from her building. Then walking through the beaded curtain, she fell down onto the bed, covered herself with the blanket that now smelled like Harry, and cried.

2 March, 2020 - New York, NY, USA… 4:11 AM

The buzzer woke her up, loud and persistent. Disoriented, Bronwyn sat up and reached for her phone, only to remember she’d left it in the other room. Stumbling in the dark, she found it on the table, several notifications from Harry on it, all of them asking to let him in. Still unsure what was going on, she heard the buzzer again.

“Bronwyn, it’s me!” he called when she pressed the intercom.

“Harry, what the hell? It’s four in the morning!”

“Let me in, baby. Please.”

Buzzing him in, Bronwyn could hear his feet coming up the stairs before she swung the door open.

“Harry-“

Her sentence was interrupted by the collision of his body against hers as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Backing her into the apartment, Harry kicked the door shut with his foot.

“What- what are you doing here?” she panted when he released her lips.

“There was a change of plans,” he explained. “They booked me for an earlier flight. I had to see you before I left.”

“When...do you have to leave?”

“Now. In a few minutes. Car's waiting for me outside.”

“Damn it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just...ugh.”

Crashing into her mouth again, he kissed her lustfully. Bronwyn allowed the moment of passion, knowing the ending was near. This was it. The wonderful week was over, and she may never see him again.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, she told herself. But still, who knew when they’d meet again. In another seven years? God, I hope not.

His hands in her hair, Harry whined as he broke the kiss.

“Baby, I...I just couldn’t leave without saying good-”

Bronwyn pressed a finger to his lips like he had to hers the day before. “I thought you didn’t wanna say goodbye.”

Harry shook his head, his brows furrowed as he frowned.

“Then don’t.”

Releasing her finger, Bronwyn cradled his face, kissing him on the forehead, on the crinkle between his eyebrows, down to his nose, and finally his lips. A loud ring startled her as she pressed her cheek to his.

“Fuck,” Harry muttered, pulling his phone from his coat pocket.

Bronwyn’s arms fell as she backed away and allowed Harry to answer the call. She covered her mouth with her hand, the only way she knew to keep the cry from rising from her throat.

“Yeah? I’m here,” he said into the phone. “I know. I’m leaving now.”

Swallowing hard, Bronwyn watched Harry shove the phone back into his pocket before he reached for her again.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I have to go now.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“One last hug, please?”

With a hesitant nod, Bronwyn fell into his arms, inhaling his scent in hopes of keeping the memory forever. Turning for the door, she watched him open it and step out into the hallway.

“I’m so glad we had this time together, Bronwyn. Whether you believe it or not, I think you’re incredible.”

“Me too, Harry,” she muttered.

“See you.”

She shut the door before he even made it to the second step, unable to watch him go. Chewing on her lip, she willed herself not to cry. But suddenly, she felt aimless, clueless as to what to do in her own home. She surely couldn’t sleep now. Feeling the tears start to fall, she wiped her eyes hastily, telling herself it was unnecessary.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed.

Throwing the door open, she ran down the stairs, hoping she could catch him before it was too late. With heavy breaths, she reached the bottom just as he was getting into the car.

“Harry!”

Stopping short, Harry turned around and she was met with tear-stained cheeks that mimicked her own.

“Harry,” she repeated just as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

“Don’t forget me,” she cried into the sleeve of his coat. “Please.”

“Oh love, of course not.” Pulling back to look at her face, he brushed her cheeks with his thumbs. “I didn’t forget you for seven years, after knowing you one evening. How could I forget you now?”

Her face softening, she held onto him as she looked into his sincere eyes.

“Really?”

“Really. I wasn’t lying when I said you’d made an impression on me.”

“You only speak the truth,” she quoted.

A beautiful smile slowly spread across his face, and just like the first time he’d smiled at her that way, she felt weak in the knees.

“That’s right,” he confirmed.

Bronwyn grinned back. “I believe you.”

Tilting his head, Harry planted another deep kiss on her mouth before finally releasing his hold, and letting her go.

“Until next time?” she asked, stepping back.

“Of course, baby. And I’ll give you a ring if I find any more great vinyls that remind me of you. I’m sure there’ll be loads.”

Bronwyn couldn’t help but giggle. “That’d be lovely. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he said, blowing her a kiss before climbing into the backseat. “Take care, love.”

Bronwyn stood on the steps and waved until the car was out of sight. She let herself cry then, though she was surprised it wasn’t a flood like she’d anticipated. It was a bittersweet goodbye, like most goodbyes were. She knew she was going to miss him. Perhaps one day...in seven years or seven months...she would have the joy of seeing him again. Until then...there was always the music.

~THE END~

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