#lhh

[harrywavycurly]

It’s been 8 years since Harry said “I mean…” and slapped his box closed on tattoo roulette while Niall recovered from a panic attack right next to him and I’ve thought about it everyday since.

[fkinavocado]

Warnings: 18+, smut, subrry, unprotected sex, friends to lovers

Word count: 7.5k

Pretty like yours

Your eyes were glued to those slutty yellow shorts. You just couldn’t force them to look away. Trusting that your sunglasses would conceal your ogling, you were facing the shoreline- thankfully women had good peripheral vision so you could get away with it. 

But damn, was he hot. Hotter than the scorching sun, setting you afire more than the offending rays. You’d taken a time out from their volleyball game to go reapply sunscreen, but you weren’t sure you even wanted to go back. You had a much better view from where you were sat on the beach lounger. You couldn’t really focus on eyefucking him while you were playing, well, not without making a fool of yourself. And you couldn’t have that.

Not now that Harry was finally single.

God, you’d waited ages for him to finally be back on the market. You’d had the fattest crush on him ever since you met, ever since this whole group of friends from uni had formed, and it’d been absolute torture spending so much time with him knowing you couldn’t put the moves on him.

Not that morals had gotten in your way, no. You would’ve gladly set caution to the wind for Harry, but you just knew you wouldn’t have stood a chance. He’d been a lovesick puppy, to the point where it was actually quite sickening; to the point where your friends had to ask him not to bring his girlfriend along anymore when you all went out together because they were just too sickeningly in love. (You may or may not have been one of said friends). His ex wasn’t part of the group, not attending your university, and so was considered an “outsider”, and none of you ever brought your partners along when you all hung out, so Harry had only ever brought her to parties from then on. Parties you tended to avoid, as you weren’t exactly a huge fan out seeing them make out and get all handsy with each other, more so than they already were, especially a few drinks in.

You took a sip of water that was beginning to get way too warm and then got back to ogling him, planning your attack. You couldn’t help but smile at how he kept trying to move his hair out of his face, the breeze making it difficult for him to actually focus on the game. He’d let it grow out and now it was shoulder length. It made him unbearably hotter (which you wouldn’t have thought possible).

You were snapped out your reverie when you saw Harry wave at you, a smile on his face. You were momentarily taken aback to see him smile, he’d been sulking for the majority of the weekend trip to the beach, so initially you didn’t even realise he was waving at you.

But when he walked away from the group and started heading towards the beach loungers you knew you’d been caught staring. You’d seemingly forgotten to pretend you weren’t looking in that direction after having had some water.

Well, since you’d been caught you didn’t bother looking away as he walked over. At least he couldn’t see the way your eyes scanned him head to toe ever so slowly behind your glasses, taking in every bit of that tan skin, well defined muscles, tattoos on full display, and those offending itty bitty yellow shorts that did nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting.

He sat down on the chaise next to yours and grabbed the water bottle, grimacing after taking a large gulp. “This is boiling at this point… Hey, you never got back; kinda hard to play a fair game with uneven team players.”

“Eh, wasn’t really feeling it.”

“Did you need help?”

“Hm?”

He looked down your body and you tried not to dwell on how his eyes seemed to have lingered for a tad longer on your boobs before travelling back up to meet your eyes “You said you’d take a time out to apply sunscreen; did you?”

Even you had forgotten you’d used that as an excuse to extricate yourself from the game. “Oh. Hadn’t gotten to it yet, was just… you know, catching my breath for a moment.”

“For a moment.” He flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you forced yourself not to furrow your brows. Was he onto you, had you really been that obvious?

Before you could clear the air, he reached for the bags and fished out the SPF. “Scoot forward, I’ll do your back.”

You did as instructed and felt Harry sit behind you, his thick, muscly thighs on either side of yours with how close behind he was sitting, and then felt him gently sweep your hair over your shoulders and to the front. “The waves look really good on you.”

You were glad he couldn’t see you blushing. It’s not that Harry hadn’t complimented you before, he was very considerate and nice overall- with all of your friends. But you couldn’t help but hope that maybe now that he was single he might start to see you in a different light.

“Thanks. It’s from how I kept it in braids.”

You felt him smooth his big palms over your back after you’d heard him massage the lotion in between them for a while to ensure it wouldn’t be too cold, although you’d have probably welcomed the sensation with how hot it was.

“It’s almost as curly as mine now.”

You tried your best not to make any embarrassing noises with how good it felt to have him massage the lotion into your skin. He moved his hands slowly but deliberately, working the SPF into your skin. It felt heavenly.

“Well, not quite,” you smiled. “Yours grew out so much, H. I was actually admiring it when you walked back here, it really suits you. Though it seemed to be a pain playing volleyball, you should tie it up to keep it out of your face now that it’s long enough.”

“Thanks…” you could hear the coy smile in his voice. You couldn’t understand how this man could grow shy when this whole beach had been eyefucking him since you’d gotten there, and the others hadn’t been nearly as stealthy about it as you’d been.

“Want me to braid it for you?”

Harry’s hands stilled on either side of your waist, squeezing the plush skin there. “Oh? Do you think it’s long enough…?”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, pretending to assess the length, but really, you just lingered on his lips the most. He was so close. And his lips were so kissable. They had this really pretty, dusty rose hue to them, something men shouldn’t be endowed with to begin with. You had to layer on a number of lip products to get yours to look this good. 

“Yeah. Hop on the sand in front of the chaise and I’ll do it right now if you want.”

You watched those perfect lips stretch into a beautiful smile, his dimples making an appearance as well and stealing your attention for a bit. “Yeah? Ok!” He stood up and did as instructed sitting between your legs now, as you scooted even closer to the edge of the seat. “Wait, don’t forget to put on lotion first.”

“No, I’ll just get my hands all oily, I don’t wanna mess up your hair. I’ll do it after.”

“I’ve never had it braided before.” You could hear the enthusiasm in his voice. “Think it’ll look pretty like yours?”

You bit back your smile, trying to focus on the task at hand. You ran your fingers through his curls first, trying your very best to detangle the hair without pulling at the strands at all. His hair was very soft to the touch, even with how much you’d all been swimming since you’d gotten there. “Prettier. Your hair’s so soft. What’s your secret, hm? Mine is already so stiff with all the salty seawater, but I guess it helped with the waves since I let it dry braided, so I can’t complain.”

Harry didn’t reply. His head was hung back as he rested against the edge of the chaise, and he even let out a breathy moan when you used your nails a bit to separate the strands one from another. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” you teased.

“I might need you to do this everyday, feels amazin’.”

You softly chuckled and began braiding, making sure to keep his hair taught, pulling on it a bit to get the desired effect, but Harry seemed to really enjoy it. His mouth fell agape and his eyes were closed and you took your sweet time with each braid, savouring the experience as much as he was.

“You deserve it, H… You know, I’m glad you came along this weekend, was afraid you’d skip again. We missed you.”

He fluttered his eyes open at that, and ran his hands up and down his thighs absentmindedly, his knees bent to his chest. Those meaty thighs had made a guest appearance in your dreams more than once, and you eyed his tiger tattoo smiling to yourself remembering one of your more recent fantasies about it. You willed your mind out of the gutter, though.

“You know you can talk about it, if you want, right? I’m here.” You spoke softly, coaxing him to open up to you. Not only to get closer to him, but you were genuinely worried for him. The others loved to tease him about it, but you could tell he was frustrated with how he probably couldn’t confide in any of them, lest he be teased even more for it.

He nodded, careful not to move his head too much and accidentally ruin your handiwork. 

“I can tell you’re heartbroken. Just… want you to be happy.” You finished braiding, tying his hair using the same elastics you’d taken out of your own hair, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then circled your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind.

He reached to grab one of your hands in his and squeezed it as he leaned his temple against yours. “I’ll be alright… eventually. Right?”

His voice was so small and dejected that it made your own heart break a little. He was hurting more than he was letting on. You knew he’d been with his ex for almost 2 years, and although you hadn’t had such a long relationship yourself, you knew it couldn’t have been easy. You’d also never been in love, so you couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. You didn’t know why they’d broken up, but you had a feeling his ex had been the one to break his heart, not the other way around.

“Of course, H. You’ll be fine. I promise. Don’t you trust me?” You mumbled against his ear reassuringly.

“I do.”

“It’s ok to be sad. But you’ll soon be happy again, happier even. Because you don’t need someone who doesn’t appreciate you, yeah? You’re such a great guy, and anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you. I promise you’ll find someone who’ll make you forget about her altogether.”

Harry sighed heavily. You weren't even sure he’d listened to any of what you’d told him. He interlocked your fingers and brought your conjoined hands lower, pressing them to his chest, against his heart. “Think it’s ever gonna beat right again?”

You chuckled at how corny he was “Yes, you big ol’ softie, you. Someone will take all the broken pieces and carefully glue them right back together and it’ll be as good as new in no time. Better even, like kintsugi.” He turned his head to look at you confusedly and you explained, “you know, the japanese art of glueing back broken objects with gold.”

You pulled back, grabbed the lotion and stood up. Squirted some into your palms and started massaging it all over your torso. Harry looked up at you and shielded his eyes, and you moved one of your feet between his legs so you’d block the sun from getting into his eyes. “Wanna go for a swim, now that you’re all fit to brave the waves with your new braids?”

Harry smoothed his palm gently over his hair, feeling for the braids, almost as though he’d forgotten all about them. He watched you intently as you rubbed the lotion into your skin, bent at the waist to reach your thighs and now your calves, and when you stood back upright you could’ve sworn his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Which, in all fairness, you’d hung your tits right in his face- you’d have found it weird if he hadn’t. Heartbroken or not, he was still a man. And you looked good in that bikini, if you did say so yourself.

And he looked good with his hair braided like that, too. There was just something about Harry that made him look hot no matter what, he didn’t even have to look too manly. In fact, that was one of the things you’d always loved about him. He wasn’t afraid to show off his feminine side. He was a pretty boy as much as he was a handsome man. He just knew how to flaunt both sides in equal measure and that made him all that more attractive in your eyes.

You were once more snapped out of your train of thought when you felt his nimble fingers on your ankle, he was touching your ankle bracelet, fidgeting its trinkets. He then wrapped his hand around the ankle and slowly looked back up at you. “No, you go. I’ll head back to the hotel for a bit.”

He then removed his hand and you took a step back to allow him to stand, now towering over you and you wondered whether you’d pushed it a bit too far. He looked… slightly annoyed, and visibly saddened. That frown line erased all his sweet, feminine features and you wished you could just smooth it out, running your fingers over it and caressing all over his face, much like you did with his hair. You almost did so, when he took a step back and then turned towards the hotel that was right across the private beach, a small walk away. 

You let out a breathy sigh. You’d probably been a bit too nosey, he was likely not ready to hear all that yet. He’d just broken up with his ex, and he was allowed to feel sorry for himself and still miss her. 

You got into the water knee-deep, contemplating all this, when you realized you’d used your hairties on Harry, and you really didn’t feel like getting your hair all wet again. Not now that, without the braids, it’d just dry down all wonky and you wanted to keep the waves. Especially with how Harry had complimented you.

With a huff, you walked back to shore and everyone was back at your spot, drinking water and making plans for early dinner. They were contemplating going to a spot by the pier so they wouldn’t have to bother getting dressed, but you opted out. The way Harry had left all dejected didn’t sit right with you, and you feared you’d crossed a line and upset him with what you’d said. You wanted to go make sure he was ok.

“You guys go along, not feeling very hungry. Catch you later.”

“Where’s Harry?”

“I texted him and he didn’t get back to me. Y/N, mind dropping by our room and see if he wants to grab dinner with us? He’ll be even grumpier if he finds out he missed out ‘cause he’s been too busy sulking over Marrisa.”

Sarah elbowed Mitch, “Hey. Come on guys, quit teasing him. He’s clearly very upset over this, and this trip was supposed to help him take his mind off things. Your constant nagging is just making matters worse.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “It’s been over a month, how long is he gonna moan about it? So what, she cheated on him- life goes on! He needs to get out there and have some fun and put this all behind him.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him, and you knew Mitch was in for it. They thought they were being sneaky, but everyone knew they were getting cosy with each other as of late. It was still early days, you could tell, but Mitch might have just dug his grave with this one.

“Yeah, I’ll drop by your room and ask him, he’s probably napping though so I won’t wake him up if that’s the case.”

“I mean… if he’s grumpy we didn’t wake him up for dinner, it’s on you.”

“No pressure,” you gulped audibly for dramatic effect and began walking back to the hotel. You really hoped he wasn’t, in fact, napping, and not just for everyone’s sake. You wanted to clear the air a bit and apologise if you’d struck a chord earlier. 

You were just about to knock when you heard something on the other side of his hotel room. You decided to stick your ear against the door and make sure you weren’t hearing things before actually knocking, and there it was again, only this time, louder. Clearer.

Was he unwell? 

Maybe it was sun poisoning. You felt bad to just walk away without offering to help. So you decided to knock on the door softly. “Harry?”

After a long pause that had you convinced he hadn’t heard you and ready to knock again, you heard him. “...Yes?”

“Are you alright in there?… Can I help? Do you need anything?”

Silence. 

You were starting to grow worried, why wasn’t he answering right away if he could hear you?

“I… I think I do, yeah.”

“What is it? Tell me. You’re worrying me.”

You heard him fumble around a bit and could tell he was getting up from bed and finally, finally, he opened the door the tiniest bit, his body behind it. He looked flushed and a bit sweaty. 

When he wouldn’t speak, his eyes downcast, you reached out to touch his forehead. “You’re warm, what’s the matter? Is it sun poisoning? Or were you having a bad dream? It sounded like you were in pain. Came to check if you wanted to join the guys for dinner.”

“They’re out at dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t wanna go?”

You huffed at his avoidency. “Well can I come in, or are we gonna keep talking in the doorway? Wanted to talk to you, anyway.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back, making room for you to step inside and closed the door behind you, locking it. You raised an eyebrow at the sound, turned around and noticed he was holding the bedsheet tightly around his waist.

“What did you wanna talk about?”

“Yeah, uhm… Earlier, I got the vibe that I might have upset you… with what I said, about Marissa. I know it’s shitty to hear bad stuff about your ex soon after the break-up, like, it never really sits right even if it’s true and even if the person meant well saying those things, to help you move on… I know it’s not how it works. But I was just trying to make you feel better.”

Harry exhaled audibly through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you meant well. And it was true. I know you’re right, everyone’s right…”

“The guys are being jerks, teasing you like that. But they do mean well…”

"Yeah…” he cleared his throat after a beat, glancing at you from under his thick lashes, a smile playing on his lips. “You were trying to make me feel better?”

You gave him a small smile back “Of course.”

“You offered to help earlier.”

You furrowed your brows, looking around for something amiss. He seemed fine. You’d forgotten all about those noises from earlier. When you looked back at him readying yourself to ask him what was wrong again, he bit his lower lip and pulled the bedsheet off himself.

“Oh… my God.” You covered your mouth in disbelief, your eyes glued to his glorious cock, all hard and heavy. You watched as it twitched at your reaction and you couldn’t stifle a moan at the sight.

Harry’s lips curled up in a smug smile, he was happy with your reaction, if a bit shy. You could tell he was struggling to silence the thoughts that were no doubt running through his mind. He was recently broken up and most probably still in love with his ex. But clearly, he wanted to do something about that. And he wanted your help with it.

“Are you… are you sure?” you decided to risk it and ask, the last thing you wanted was for him to regret this and avoid you as a result.

“Do I look unsure?”

“I mean… depends where I’m looking. Your eyes tell a different story…” you walked closer to him and made sure to keep eye contact, as much as you wanted to keep staring at his naked body. You wanted to feel him out and also show him you were being mindful of his emotions.

His gaze darkened a bit, staring at your lips. “Came back here to feel sorry for myself, but I couldn’t stop picturing you from earlier… in this skimpy little bikini.” His eyes raked down your body, using the opportunity to get a good eyeful of you upclose. “I was imagining you’d followed me back here. Got a semi at the beach with how you ran your fingers through my hair, loved it when you pulled at the strands a bit… was imagining you doing it on purpose, to tease me. I know you…” he lowered his eyes again, a shy smile on his lips “I know you are a bit more dominant... you’ve mentioned it a few times. I’ve always been curious about that, never had anyone boss me around in bed. I’ve wondered what it’d be like, and it always gets me so hard…”

“...Always?” All of this was a shock to you, but here he was implying he’d fantasised about you before.

“I sometimes used to catch myself fantasising about you… and I willed those thoughts away.” You watched as he grabbed himself, stroking lazily, shuddering at the contact. “But now that I don’t have to anymore… it’s you, everytime I touch myself.”

You were stunned. And also, you couldn’t get your eyes off of how he was stroking his cock. Had he been doing this ever since he’d gotten to the hotel room? “You’ve, uhm… you’ve been back here a while.”

“Yeah. It’s getting painful. But I love edging myself,” he shrugged and lowered his gaze. He was just unbearably hot when he acted all shy like that. And you knew it wasn’t just an act, he really was like that, he’d always been like that. Both cocky and shy in equal measures, much like his feminine side. It was a heady mix. “Although, I’m pretty sure I’d love being edged more,” he added, his voice small.

“You really were thinking about me?” you whispered, getting even closer, close enough that your noses were almost touching.

He nodded, causing the tips of your noses to touch just like you’d foreseen. “Is that so wrong? So… soon? And even before… I didn’t mean to. I tried not to. I always told myself I was just curious about being with someone more dominant. But it’s not just that. It’s you.”

Damn. 

Feeling like that was more than enough confirmation that this wasn’t just a hasty, heat of the moment thing that he’d regret later on, you bridged the small distance and moulded your lips to his. 

And with how shy he tended to get, you expected him to be hesitant and tentative but Harry grabbed you by the hips and pressed you flush against his naked frame, making sure you felt exactly how hard he was against your belly. You couldn’t even really focus on that, not when his tongue was licking gently at your lower lip, begging for entry, which you welcomed with enthusiasm. He was such a naturally good kisser, none of it felt mechanic in the least, he wasn’t trying to impress, wasn’t trying to keep it nice and contained, he was giving it his all without being overwhelming. Sloppy, but still intense. You felt dizzy already.

It was such an overload of feelings. The smell of him so upclose- he’d been running around the beach in the sun and his natural scent mixed with saltwater from the swimming was making you dizzy; the way you could feel his breathing fan your cheeks; feeling him solid and real underneath your palms as you steadied yourself, snaking your arms around his neck- it was all making you feral. You’d imagined this so many times but this was so much better than you’d ever allowed yourself to fantasise.

You pulled back a bit, making a mental note of doing this right, making it good for him. You wanted to show him how good you could be for him, wanted to get him hooked on you now that he’d gotten a taste. You didn’t know whether this would just be a one time thing, or if it’d turn into something casual, a friends with benefits type of situation perhaps, or maybe even more than that. You didn’t want to dwell on it yet. You were perfectly fine with any of the options, in truth. It was Harry, not a random bloke, and as open minded as you were, still, you weren’t the kind to just sleep around. You knew that, with him, it’d never feel cheap or meaningless. 

“Tell me what you need, Harry. Wanna hear you say it.”

And there it was, his shyness was overcoming him again, and you didn’t allow him to look away, not when you reached out and grabbed his cock from in between you, stroking it gently, mindful of tugging too hard on his soft yet dry shaft.

His mouth fell agape and his eyes rounded with lust, and when you swiped at the precome at his tip he squeezed his eyes shut to compose himself. “I just need you. Need you to make me feel good, however you see fit.”

“Yeah, want me to take the lead, then? Make all the decisions, have you not worry about any of it? Order you around, dominate you?”

He nodded, resting his forehead against yours and then chasing your lips with his and you tutted, “Ah, ah. Be a good boy, then. If you want something, ask for it.”

“Okay.” His voice was small and whiney, he was gone. “Can I keep kissing you, please?”

You hummed your approval “There’s a good boy.” You hovered over his lips, still tugging at him nice and slow, making him pant in anticipation. “Go on then, kiss me.”

You got lost in the kiss. It felt too good to be just a kiss, you were wondering how you were going to handle more. And more seemed to be exactly what he had in mind as well, his hands starting to roam gently over your body. “Ah, puppy, you were doing so good. Hands behind your back until you learn to ask, alright?” He complied reluctantly, visibly frustrated because he’d really wanted to cup a feel, but also just as visibly excited to do things on your terms and finally get a taste of what this new dynamic might feel like.

“Tell you what, I”ll let you kiss what you can’t touch yet, how’s that sound?”

He whimpered at the sound of that and you walked back towards the bed and sat at the edge. “Go on then, on your knees pretty boy.” You willed yourself to take it slow, make it a pleasurable experience for him- a memorable experience. Reminded yourself to pay special attention to his body language, as he wouldn’t know to communicate if he wasn’t entirely comfortable with any of what you planned on doing. This was uncharted territory for him. You had to be responsible and make him feel safe at his most vulnerable. So, you couldn’t lose yourself in it and dive right in, as you would with people that have toyed with powerplay before. 

You couldn’t wait to have your way with him, but as it just so happens, you were also very much into edging as well, so, really, it was a win-win.

You parted your knees for him to kneel in between and then moved your hands behind your back, untying your bra and slowly peeling it off of your torso. His eyes darkened considerably at the sight of your bare breasts, and his hands came to rest over your thighs as he got closer, growing a lot more impatient. You swatted them away, “Hands behind your back, Harry. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry– I just… Fuck, Y/N,” he shook his head, trying to calm himself down, hands obediently behind his back. “Can I taste, then? Please?”

You smirked at him, happy to see he was playing along as you’d hoped “Of course you can, baby. Been waiting for you to wrap those pretty pink lips around my nipples. Go on then,” you brought his head closer by the back of his neck, guiding him towards your left breast and he immediately latched onto it, sucking greedily, his mouth nice and warm and wet, making you throw your head back. “Oh god, so good. Love your mouth, puppy.”

Harry looked blissed out, alternating between sucking on your nipple and licking all around it, mouthing at the underside of your boob and over to the other one, lathering them both in his saliva, wet and noisy and perfect, just like you knew he’d be. “Been waiting for this?” He mumbled against your bud watching for your reaction, and even though he was trying to tease a bit you could see vulnerability in his eyes as he waited for your reply.

You nodded, biting your lower lip “Have had the fattest crush on you ever since I can remember. Fuck, I could come from this alone…” you whined, he was really good at this. But then again, you always knew he’d be. Just because he hadn’t explored his subby side didn’t mean he hadn’t explored everything else. “Don’t act surprised. I’m sure it was painfully obvious,” you murmured, your turn to feel shy.

That made him moan against your breast, biting on the plump flesh and no doubt leaving a bit of a mark and you allowed it, since you loved it so much anyway. “Wish I’d known sooner.”

You didn’t dwell on it for too long. You couldn’t allow yourself to, didn’t wanna catch the wrong idea and get ahead of yourself. Maybe you’ll talk about it later, but right now? Right now he was working you up into a frenzy. “Well, you know about it now. What’cha gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“Whatever you want me to do.”

You sunk your fingers between his braids and tugged at the roots a bit, unlatching his mouth from your breasts. The lewdest moan left his lips before you pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. He was growing needy and you could practically see him slip further and further into his subspace. “Love this greedy mouth, H. What else can it do, hm?”

“Please, Y/N. Let me eat that pussy.”

You smirked, that was music to your ears. “Good boy, puppy. Love it when you ask nicely. You gonna lap me up, make me come on your tongue?”

“Please, please.” He reached to kiss you again and you laughed against his mouth.

“Greedy puppy. Remember you need to ask first. You’ll learn though, won’t you?”

“I’ll do anything. I’m sorry, I will. Just– please...”

“You can use your hands to hold me open, but I only want your mouth on my pussy. Alright? I’ll let you know when you can do more.”

He nodded vigorously against your lips and kissed you a few more times for good measure before pulling back a bit and watching as you untied your bikini from the sides, pulling the damp fabric off of you and finally exposing yourself to him fully.

You scooted back a bit, leaning on your elbows and gestured for him to have at it. With laboured breathing, he glanced at you for a second before he pressed his hands against the undersides of your thighs and planted the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed, spreading you open for him.

He moaned loudly at the sight, his eyebrows pinching together as if in pain. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re dripping for me. Fuck, fuck…”

“Do something about it, then.” Your own voice was starting to betray just how far gone you were as well. You were gagging for it now, but you were hellbent on dragging this out for his sake more than yours. All you wanted was for him to sink that glorious cock inside of you and end your suffering, but you could wait it out a bit, especially when it meant watching him stare at your pussy as though it was his favourite dessert.

He wasted no time, bending over you and dragging his tongue slowly up your folds in one delicious swipe. He wrapped his lips around your clit, humming loudly against it, and your head fell back, crying out your pleasure when he started lapping at you in earnest. He made sure to sink the tip of his tongue ever so slightly into your weeping hole on each pass, then dragged it back up focusing on your clit again.

He ate you out like he was kissing you, same sloppy, yet intense, unpracticed manner. He just did what felt right to him and what he found you were most responsive to. Right off the bat, you could tell you were done for. This man ate pussy like it was his favourite cheat meal. 

“So good, Y/N. Fuck, I’m losing it.”

“Wanna use your fingers, pretty boy? Slide one or two inside of me, feel me out? Coat those pretty, painted nails in my juices?”

Harry whined “Pretty like yours?”

“Prettier,” you smiled remembering your same reply from earlier on the beach.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he buried his face against your core and nuzzled your clit with that perfect nose of his. He was hellbent on getting you off, and truth be told, you were holding off your orgasm. Nobody had gotten you there quite as fast before.

“Do it then, get me nice and ready for that big fat cock of yours.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against your thigh momentarily, then shook his head smilingly. He was both in agony and ecstasy, the anticipation visibly killing him. He brought his middle finger to his mouth, sucking on it, getting it all nice and wet and you caught his wrist before he brought it to your weeping core, wrapping your own lips around it first.

He cried out as though you’d just taken his cock in your mouth instead, which was exactly what you’d hoped for. “Now get to it, baby. Wanna soak those fingers.”

“Fuck. Yes, please.” He got right to it, running his finger through your folds before finally sinking it inside you, agonisingly slowly. “So tight, fuck, Y/N. Can’t wait to bury myself in this snug little pussy…”

He leaned back in to suck on your clit as he began petting your front wall with the pad of his meaty finger and you collapsed on your back completely. When he added a second finger, you lost it.

“So good, Harry. Fuck, you’re so good. Eat that pussy just right. Gonna come all over your pretty face.”

“Please, please do it, Y/N. Need it.” He whined, increasing the speed of his thrusts and pressure he applied to your g-spot. He lapped and sucked on your clit noisily, moaning everytime you clamped around his fingers, getting closer and closer to your release.

And when you finally came, he kept at it, burying his face flush against your pussy and lapping up all your juice like a starved man. You knew if he kept going you’d come again, but that would take too much out of you and you still wanted him to fuck you.

You wasted no time, bending to kiss his lips in gratitude while you still felt some of the aftershocks run through you. “Need you inside me now, baby. Want you to ruin me, think you can do that?”

He nodded against your lips, smearing your arousal all over your own face as well and he then went to kitten-lick it off of you as you crawled back on the bed, pulling him with you. “I can, I know I can. Let me be good for you, Y/N.”

“You’re so good for me, H. Made me see stars with how good you are. I just know once you sink inside me you’ll ruin me for everyone else. Want you to.”

Harry looked as though he was high. As though he couldn’t believe what he was experiencing was actually real. He looked dazed out and he was sweating, panting heavily in anticipation. “Been edging myself for a while, and I almost came when I had my mouth on you. Dunno how long I’m gonna last… will you give me another chance if, if–”

You chuckled softly at how frenzied he seemed “I won’t mind if you come fast, puppy. Just ask me for permission before you do, alright? We got all the time to play, and I still wanna suck you off, too. The only reason I haven’t yet is because I knew you’d not last long and I wanted to edge you a bit first, since you told me you’d like it. Did you not like it, baby?”

“I loved it, love you telling me what to do, when to do it. Never had this before. Never knew how much I needed it. Please, Y/N, I need to be inside you.”

You opened up your thighs even more for him “Rub that pretty cock all over my pussy, Harry, get it nice and wet.”

He bit his lower lip, positioning himself right at your entrance and wrapping his hand around himself finally. He squeezed tightly, trying to compose himself a bit and then dragged himself between your folds just like you’d told him to. He slapped his tip against your clit a few times which made you arch your back and then felt him at your entrance, the stretch already making you clamp around his tip.

“Go on, puppy, fuck me good. Want to feel you all the way up into my belly.”

Harry groaned loudly at your words and the feel of you engulfing him perfectly. Once he got his fat head past your entrance, and you clamped down on him on instinct, he pulled back, making you cry out. 

“Sorry, sorry! Fuck, that was–”

“It’s alright baby, try again, I know you can do it. Know you can hold off a bit, be a good boy, hm? I need you so much.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss and giving him a moment of reprieve to gather his bearings.

He didn’t even need to guide himself into you, he was hard enough to push right in, and you didn’t break the kiss as you moaned into each other’s mouths. You let him kiss you as he slowly worked his way inside you, all the way to the hilt and you threw your head back when he pushed against your cervix deliciously. “Fuck me, you’re so deep; gonna be so sore, Harry. Make it hurt, baby, come on.”

Harry gritted his teeth, mustering all his stamina to focus. He was too far gone to tease, and so were you, so he sat back on his haunches and threw your legs over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a fast, steady pace. He held your hips tightly at first, then moved his large hands lower under your bum, lifting it off the mattress and working you over him to meet his thrusts all the more intensely. You cried out, it was a lot to take in. He was quite large and girthy as it was, and he was rock hard. But it hurt so good.

When you reached your hand to rub your clit, Harry groaned so loud you thought he was coming. But he pushed through, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on holding off. “None of that, puppy. Look at me. Look what you do to me. Gonna come for you again, I’m so close. Please. If you’re a good boy I’ll let you come all over my tits… you know… since we skipped the rubber.”

Harry’s eyes went from blissed out to shocked, his movements slowing down considerably- he’d clearly absolutely forgotten all about protection.

“Relax, H. I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” And, you’d totally forgot about it too. So you couldn’t let him take all the blame for being reckless.

Harry choked out a sigh of relief. “I am too! Got tested after I found out she’d been cheating… Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N… we hadn’t been using any, she was on the pill… It totally slipped my mind–”

You took the opportunity to flip him over and straddle him. “Shhh. Enough of that. You’ve been so good for me, baby. Just sit back and let me take care of my good boy.”

You wasted no time getting you both back on the brink of orgasm. Harry even brought his thumb to your clit, as his large hands held you flush against him, coaxing you to grind yourself on him as deep as he would go, remembering to ask for permission first, which made you whimper and praise him for being so well mannered. 

“Please, Y/N… wanna be good for you… but–”

“Wanna come, puppy?”

He nodded frantically “I’m gonna burst, it’s too good… you’re too good. You feel amazing. You’re such a wet dream, Y/N.”

His voice was raspy with need. You could tell he was trying his level best to wait for you to come, and you decided to have mercy on him “Beg. Beg for me to let you come, Harry.”

He threw his head back, his muscles taut, struggling to hold off. “Please, please… Fuck, I’m desperate, please baby…”

“Hmmm… should I? I haven’t come yet…” you teased, clamping down around him to push him over the edge. 

But you gasped in surprise when he pulled you flush against him, holding you tight, and started thrusting into you with wild abandon as he panted into your ear “I’m begging. Come for me, Y/N. Please. Need you to come. Give it to me.”

You lost it. The sudden flip in demeanour had you spiralling, and he was fucking into you so good, the angle just right, that it threw you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You’d been extremely close, but the way he went about it had made you come instantly.

Feeling you spasm all around him and hearing you moan and whimper loudly had him join you immediately. You were both crying out your pleasure, and it was downright pornographic. You’d kept it at a reasonable volume throughout, seeing that you were in a hotel room and knowing your friends might come back from dinner any moment, but neither could hold back when you finally reached your peaks.

Harry kept you flush against him as you both tried steadying your breathing and your heartbeats and then searched for your mouth, giving you a lazy kiss. “Sorry for not asking permission… at the end, there.”

The hint of mischief in his voice wasn’t lost on you. You hummed, biting his lower lip teasingly “Guess I’ll have to punish you for that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently placed a loose strand of your wavy hair from over your sweaty temple to behind your ear “Was hoping you’d say that.”

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A/N: missed writing for my favorite muse! and it's my first time writing subrry! hope i did him justice ❤️

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[styleswithaseaview]

more lhh bc i’m ovulating and feel it necessary

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers and day visitors are warned to stay on the marked trails. This huge oasis of natural wilderness is like a dream come true for Y/N, the newest stationed forest range officer. A trained survivalist, she can identify species of birds, reptiles, mammals, and plants from sight alone. She knows how to build a fire, climb a tree, make a shelter from only what the forest can provide, and forage for food. As much confidence as she has in herself, she knows the forest, mountains, and wildlife are due respect. That's why when she hears a cry of distress from what appears to be a stray pup, she ignores the procedure and heads out to inspect in off limits territory without wasting valuable time to call in reinforcement, suspecting poachers. What she stumbles upon instead unveils an unexplored depth of the forest under the full moon, one she never would've imagined.

A/N: This fic is co-written by @fkinavocado & @gurugirl, hence @avocadoguru. Make sure to follow us both here and on wattpad as to be notified for updates!

Warnings & themes: 18+ (please NO minors!!!), smut, werewolf x human reader, slow burn, angst, violence, alternate universe (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - updated September 6th

[hsonlyangelxo]

LHH was, is and will always be the most beautiful and hottest 21 y/o guy ever.

[pillowmints4lloyd]

[watermelonlovershigh]

Each Harry Eras ... (You Can't Sleep Text Conversation)

AN: got the inspo to do this from tiktok. let me know if you think this is somewhat accurate or not.

This contains: mostly fluff, mentions of weed, implications of smut

{ fetus!harry - fratboy!harry - prince!harry - longhaired!harry - dunkirk!harry - fineline!harry - loveontour!harry - boyfriend!harry - fiancé!harry - husband!harry }

How each Harry era would react to when you tell them you can't sleep, through text.

{Fetus Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: baby i can't sleep : (

Harry: i'm sorry. snuggle with the stuffed bear i bought you last week and try and pretend i'm there to cuddle you in person. love and miss you :(

Y/N: ok i will. see you soon?

Harry: yep. my mum said i can come over tomorrow after my shift at the bakery. i'll even bring you that fancy bread you like.

Y/N: oh yes, please do. ok going to try and sleep now.

Harry: night.

{Frat Boy Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep. 😭

Harry: awe baby, i wish i was there to cuddle with you. we're on tour until the end of the month and then i get to come home for a few weeks.

Y/N: i wish it was sooner. 😔 you always give me the best cuddles when i can't sleep.

Harry: i know baby. try and spray some of my cologne on your pillow and maybe that'll help. love you. gtg. they're calling us back on stage now.

Y/N: ok. and have a great show.

{Prince Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't sleep tonight. i miss you loads and wish you were here with me.

Harry: i'm sorry you can't fall asleep, love. you know i wish more than anything i was with you right now. breaks my heart when you can't sleep and then complain of how tired you are the next day. how about you take one of my t-shirts from my drawer and sleep with it on. i think that will help.

Y/N: ok i will.

Harry: send me a photo of you in the shirt you choose. wanna see how sexy you look in my clothes.

Y/N: k

Y/N: *photo* *standing in front of the mirror wearing his white t-shirt with the band Kiss on the front*

Harry: holy fuck. you look amazing babe. well sleep tight. i gotta take care of some business now.

(by business he didn't mean meetings. seeing you in his shirt did things to him and he needed to, you know, jerk one out.)

{LHH - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep tonight.

Harry: sorry to hear that. i know what can help. go to my special drawer and get some 🌿 to smoke. i know that stuff always makes you sleepy.

Y/N: ok, are you sure though? what if i have a bad reaction?

Harry: yes i'm sure. and you won't. just take a few hits. not too much. then get cozy in my bed. should knock you right out. but if you need anything just call me. i'll answer, alright.

Y/N: ok, yeah. i'll do that.

Harry: and you remember how to set up the blunt right?

Y/N: yes harry. i'm not 5.

Harry: okayyy, was just making sure. night. love you.

{Dunkirk Harry - fiancée!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't fall asleep.

Harry: awe baby, sorry to hear that. did you take your prescribed sleep pills?

Y/N: yes like 2 hours ago. and they're not working tonight.

Harry: i tell you what, give me about 10 minutes and i'll sneak away to facetime you. would you like that? i could sing you to sleep. you pick the song.

Y/N: omg please. and i pick sweet creature. your voice is so soft and relaxing when you sing that song.

Harry: ok 10 minutes, hang on darling.

{Fine Line Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: babe, i can't fall asleep for the life of me. wish you were here to help. 😭

Harry: i wish i was there too, baby.

Harry: i know what will do the trick. touch yourself, love.

Y/N: WHAT?

Harry: i'm not messing about. touch that pretty pussy of yours. you know when you orgasm you get all sleepy. and i would touch you myself if i were there but since i'm not your hand will just have to do. or your vibrator. whatever you choose.

Y/N: fine... but, can you at least get me going.

Harry: sure 😏 *photo of his erect cock standing tall and proud with his ringed hand wrapped around the base*

Y/N: fuck. are you touching yourself too?

Harry: yep. couldn't not after picturing you rubbing that little clit of yours. got me going instantly.

{Love on Tour Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: i can't sleep :(

Harry: why are you texting me this? i'm just getting out the shower. in OUR house. i'll be in there in just a second.

Y/N: didn't feel like yelling it to you.

Harry: let me brush my teeth and i'll come put you to sleep.

Y/N: mhm, yeah, how?

Harry: oh, i'll show you how alright. better be naked when i walk in.

Y/N: bet.

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[justmeinatree]

Just A Little Taste

Summary : harry plays into your pain kink in a way you never could have imagined (feat. lhh)

TW : smut, reader pain kink, dom/sub dynamics, safe word use

Word Count : 2.1k

the handcuffs clink against the metal head board to your bed, harry’s nails scratching down the backside of your naked thighs.

your hands were currently cuffed together, the chain on the handcuffs looped through one of the intricate iron bars that adorned your bed. your head was pressed into the mattress, arms stretched above it, your bum high in the air.

you loved nights like this. where you could both just play. there was no time constraint, which meant harry took his sweet time with you. on nights like these, you’d both slip further into your roles, allowing yourselves to really let go and be all in. 

there was no denying it, you were fairly submissive long before you’d ever met harry. but you never had the opportunity to connect with a partner that was considered even remotely dominant. you’d never been with someone that had the experience harry had, and all the new firsts your body had just been patiently waiting for, made your toes curl.

and well harry did not complain, could barely keep his cock in his pants, when you looked at him with those doe eyes. he saw the need in you from a mile away. so when you two hooked up that night, he gave you a small taste of what he could do for you. always checking in for consent along the way. you had never been so blown away by a man in your entire life.

and so safe. especially the time he explained that even though he’s in the dominant role, you, the submissive, holds all the power. you’re the one that sets the scene. you’re the one that holds the safe word card. he gets pleasure out of your pleasure. the moment it stops being good for you, it stops being good for him. you’d never been so reassured by a partner in your entire life. and as someone with a pain kink, reassured is what you needed.

so that brings you here. with harry’s nails slowly raking up and down your thighs, your bum, your back. all the way up your arms, giving himself the opportunity to kiss against your ear and neck, sucking little bruises into your skin. your body shudders as his hair tickles along your skin, making harry nip playfully on your shoulder, “should i tie it up ?” he hums quietly, not wanting to disrupt the quiet moment you’re both basking in.

you manage a bit of a shrug, as best as you can in the position you’re in, “s’up to you. just tickles a bit.”

harry leans back into his kneeled position behind you, nails raking down your back as he goes to grasp the hair tie around his wrist. holding it up with two fingers, he gets an idea, gently letting it snap back against his skin. 

he hums quietly to himself, pulling the hair tie off his body and holds it taught between his index and his thumb. “do you trust me, poppet ?” harry asks quietly.

“always,” you hum without a second thought as harry places the tie against the back of your thigh, right where it meets your ass. he pulls on it, not too far, as he’s just testing your reaction, and lets it snap back against your skin.

your body jolts instantly, eyebrows furrowing as you groan, “fuck, what is that ?”

“a hair tie,” harry mumbles, mesmerized by the way your skin rippled as the tie kissed your skin. “colour, baby.”

“green, try that again. harder,” you hum, settling yourself deeper into the bed. you had loved the little jolt it sent through you, the way it made your toes curl and your breath drain itself from your lungs.

harry moves his hand with the tie up your body, right to the swell of your ass. he pulls the band up quite a bit higher than last time, watching the jiggle of your skin as the tie slaps against your bum. 

you moan out louder this time, your back arching, as your pussy clenches over nothing. without another second to breathe, harry snaps the tie again 3 more times right around the same spot.

you gasp in a breath as his left hand comes to smooth over the spot, his tongue reaching out to lick at the bright red bruise forming on your skin. “colour ?”

“green, green, fuck harry, why’s a hair tie so good ?” you groan, slightly embarrassed by how much the sting is getting you off.

and if you needed a moment to fall in love with him just that little bit more, his reply holding no hint of shame towards you, “fuck i dont know, but you look so good taking it poppet. want more ?”

“please, please, please,” you breathe out. “never want you stop.” 

harry smiles at that, although you cant really see him, bringing his right hand, with the tie, over to your left bum cheek, a little lower towards your thigh, and closer to your dripping center. he pulls it back further this time, snapping 5 consecutive times.

your body trembles as he finishes, his tongue darting out to soothe you again. he laps over the fresh wound softly, kissing over your skin.

he’s so close to your pussy, you can feel a few stray strands of hair tickling you, making your body involuntarily lean towards his mouth.

harry pulls away, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “m’trying to make you feel better and here you are being greedy.”

“no, no, i’m sorry honey, your mouth just feels so good, you know how hard it is for me to resist you,” you add, silently praying that he just goes with it.

“stop sucking up,” he chuckles lightly, taking note of your pussy for the first time in a while. and christ, you really are wet. like really wet. dripping down onto the bed, wet. and for a moment harry feels bad. like he’s neglected your poor cunt. it’s desperately screaming for attention. as he goes to run his fingers through your sopping center, he notices the hair tie still wrapped around his thumb and index.

“wanna try something,” harry mumbles without a second though. 

he runs his hands from your hips, down your thighs to your knees, giving you a silent signal to lay down flat on your tummy. as you do what he asks of you, harry helps you turn over, onto your back.

“hi poppet,” he smiles at you, leaning over you to kiss your lips, something he hasn’t done since he tied you on your front.

you smile into the very welcomed kiss, having missed the comfort of his lips on yours. you slip your tongue into his mouth when he goes to speak, cutting him off before the first syllable even leaves him. you tug on the cuffs, wishing you could grip into his hair and keep his lips attached to yours.

but harry pulls away, shaking his head playfully as his index gently flicks your nose. “be good, poppet. wanna try something. think you’ll like it, but you’ll tell me if you dont, yeah ?”

“i will,” you hum, smiling at him. you wholeheartedly trust him, and your toes curl in anticipation, your tummy flipping with curiosity as you anxiously await to see what he’s got planned.

you watch as harry sits back on his knees, your legs on either side of his hips. his hands massage their way over your thighs, working their way inwards as he grips into your flesh, spreading your legs wide open for him. with any other partner, you would have been mortified right now. but not even a speck of that feeling exists with harry. 

his eyes rake over your inner thighs, seeing the mess your cunt has made. his gaze settles around mid thigh, the hair tie coming back into play and snapping against your sensitive skin.

your hips jolt, harry’s hands keeping your legs open before shifting to your other thigh, snapping the band a bit higher. each snap makes your body tremble more as he keeps up the alternating pattern, making his way higher and higher up your thighs.

harry watches as your pussy clenches with each snap, a dribble of your arousal leaking every time, as your hips jump up in search of any kind of friction. his prick is so rock hard, absolutely dying to bury himself inside you. but he needs to try this first. needs to see how you’ll react.

he places the tie taught between his fingers, just higher up than your clit, over your mound, wanting to test the waters out first. harry watches over your face, seeing a bit of apprehension, “s’just me, baby. i’ve got you. can stop anytime. give me a colour, please.”

and as anxious as you were, you were so excited, “green. just do it, please,” you groaned, the anticipation killing you.

harry snaps the band, not too hard, really not wanting to push you. he hears the loud moan leaving your chest, your stomach twitching. he places it a bit lower, right above your clit, “m’gonna need your colour again, poppet.”

“fuck, fuck, it’s green. can go harder,” you whimper, your nails digging painfully into your palms, waiting for it to smack against your most sensitive spot.

when the band hits against your clit, not too much harder than last time, harry notices a small trickle of liquid running down your cunt. “no fucking way,” he whispers to himself, eyebrows furrowed, your ears ringing much too loudly to hear him.

harry snaps the tie two times consecutively, a little harder again, as a bit more than a trickle escapes you this time. 

he can’t believe what he’s seeing, completely mesmerized by your heat, a groan from deep in his throat works its way out of him. without giving you much time to catch a breath, harry snaps it again, much harder this time, as a gush squirts out of your cunt.

“jesus fuck, poppet,” harry groans, dropping down to the bed, throwing the hair tie onto the bed, his mouth colliding with your sensitive pussy. 

your body is trembling from the attack on your clit, not having a moment to breathe before harry delved in to suck harshly on your abused cunt. 

you feel a bit disoriented, tugging hard on the restraints, needing to feel anchored to him somehow. “fuck, fuck harry, yellow,” you plead out, his ears perking up as he hears one of your safe words.

harry pulls away from you, his hands massaging your inner thighs, “what do you need honey, talk to me ?” he asks quietly, not wanting to overwhelm you. a yellow means slow down, and check in. he hopes this doesn’t turn into a red, that’s not exactly the way he hopes his cock goes soft tonight. 

“untie me, please,” you groan, tugging on the cuffs for good measure. 

harry nods without a second thought, reaching for the key on the nightstand and taking them off you, letting them clang to the floor. he holds your wrists gently in his hands, kissing the bruises left in the wake of your restraints.

“were they hurting ?” he asks, his hands gliding up your arms, settling on your back as he looks into your eyes, wanting to really see how you’re feeling.

“no, just a bit overwhelmed. needed to feel you,” you hum, your fingers running through harry’s locks, grabbing a good handful, “you can keep going anytime,” you smirk, adding cheekily.

he groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair. as much as he loves seeing you tied up, the lack of touches torture him a bit too. “lesson for ya poppet, dont ever sass the mouth that’s snogging with your cunt.”

“i would, but your mouth is giving me a lecture, s’not snogging anything,” you challenge back, smirk growing wider. 

harry laughs, kissing your nose, “cant be mad at that. did you need me to slow down, love ? how has it been so far ? wanna check in completely, after that yellow.”

“maybe a bit slower,” you hum, rubbing your nose against his. “we have tons of time, yeah ?” you pause to kiss him, your lips slotting with his, sucking sweetly on the swell of his lip. “s’been really good so far, just really needed the cuffs off. needed to be able to feel closer to you after that.”

harry nods, totally understanding, delving back into your mouth, taking his time with you. reminding himself that tonight there’s really no need to rush, thankful for the odd occasion where time doesn’t exist.

“so, how many times should i make you cum then, poppet ?”

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[whitemancumslut]

Temporary Fix (18+)

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating

It all started with a late night in Boston.

Sitting on Harry’s hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.

You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harry’s hotel room… only to find him in distress.

"It’s just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.

"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry I’m so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldn’t be here… this close to him.

You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harry’s room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.

"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didn’t make any effort to move his hand away from yours.

Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harry’s mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.

"Use me."

Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that you’re going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.

The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harry’s head turnt up to keep eye contact He didn’t know what was happening but he wasn’t complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle that’ll make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.

Harry’s eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated… happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.

His smirk grew, "Do you know what you’re asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"

"Well, you’re going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I don’t like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess I’ll have to, hmm?"

"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.

He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirt’s fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction… not that he wasn’t happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Let’s get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.

You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harry’s assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didn’t even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God you’re perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.

Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harry’s hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.

Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that he’s between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldn’t stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.

"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.

"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didn’t hear you. "Harry-"

"I know what I’m doing, love."

Was all he said.

His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.

Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Ye’ hear me baby girl?"

"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.

"What I say?"

"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"

You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.

Harry’s tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesn’t let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didn’t care.

Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But ye’ can’t be too loud. Your boyfriend’s down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.

Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips must’ve looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.

Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "I’m cumming, I’m going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.

"I got you baby. Cum f’me, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harry’s tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.

"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."

He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.

"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite side’s breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.

"Yes please. That’s exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I’m on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like they’ve been built up for forever. Harry’s smirk grew as big as it can get. "’M gonna give ye’ what ye want, pretty. ‘Cause you deserve it, ye’?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl f‘ me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.

Harry crawled back and off the bed. You’d never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.

He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.

The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.

Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.

He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on it’s sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.

Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasn’t dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "I’m going to fuck this cunt so bad. Can’t wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"

You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.

"Ready?"

You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isn’t even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.

Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.

"God baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.

"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"

You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. You’re so deep in me. Feels like you’re in my tummy," You moaned. Harry’s thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"

"Y-yea. Right there."

It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam can’t fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." You’ve never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than it’s ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "I’ve been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."

"I’m going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "I’m so so so close."

How were you going to walk the next morning?

Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was… quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldn’t help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you can’t tend to him because you’re tending to Liam.

Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liam’s side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldn’t help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasn’t so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When you’d look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when he’s feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and you’d gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.

When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.

Harry Holy shit

Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??

Harry ???

Y/n Going in the shower now

Harry Facetime me please

Harry Y/n pick up your phone

Harry Y/n that fucking photo

Harry You’re fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now

Harry You’re so fucking thick and pretty baby god

Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.

Y/n Can’t FaceTime right now. He’s sleeping.

Y/n I would answer but YOU don’t know how to stay quiet

Harry I’ll be quiet

Harry I promise

Harry Just answer baby please

You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.

Harry’s text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.

Harry Come to my room now, angel

Harry Come to me now

Harry Baby

Your personal favorite text is when he couldn’t control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.

Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I don’t want to wait all tonight.

Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot

Harry Didn’t get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.

Harry Your boobs look amazing.

You You were staring?🤨

Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby

Harry Just a quick fuck right now

Harry Come on.

Harry Let’s go

Harry where the fuck are you

Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.

"I’m- I’m sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmate’s girlfriend definitely startled Harry, don’t get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know you’re not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.

Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Who’d you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out f’me? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"

"Y-y-yeah. I’m your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a ‘come hither’ motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harry’s fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before when sexually active, and you couldn’t be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.

"God you’re clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didn’t split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasn’t enough, hmm?"

"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I can’t fuck you right here baby. But god don’t you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.

Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.

It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it should’ve.

Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???

Harry Yes

Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harry’s hotel room door. "Have ye’ seen Y/n? I can’t find ha’" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.

"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Y’all got into it, huh?"

"Ye’ I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotel’s floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.

Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days you’d silence his text completely.

Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now

You you’re unmuted

Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20

You Sure

Harry Wasn’t a question.

Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.

Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.

Harry I need to see you right now

Harry Quickie??????????

You A very very quick one

Harry Thanks love

You Harry. I’m not playing. Quick!

Was not quick.

At one point you and Liam’s relationship wasn’t going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.

You got out of Harry’s bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bed’s headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You know…" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.

Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didn’t know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know we’re just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I don’t like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.

"I-Well- You don’t have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harry’s voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.

"Not for you. Don’t get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like it’s bound to happen. So don’t worry, you’d get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?"

After that morning, Harry couldn’t get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasn’t the plan. He wouldn’t say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.

TEMPORARY FIX PART TWO SNEAK PEAK HERE!

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quick blurb - LHH!Harry x best friend - 1.8K

Y/N shows up at Harry’s door, both intoxicated and letting go of there senses.

praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v

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The rugby game rang through the apartment walls as I sat on my couch working through my third glass of tequila; my head buzz strong. Mitch, Pauli and Chase had all gone out for drinks, but I wanted nothing more than to just relax at home. The game was almost over, and sleep was creeping over my body when I heard a knock from my door.

My brows furrowed at the sound, turning to look over my shoulder. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, it was much too late for a confused delivery service. Lowering the volume on the tv, I wondered if maybe the knock was meant for the neighbor until it came again on my door. Placing the beer down on the small side table, I pushed off the couch and walked over, peering into the peephole. There stood Y/N, mascara clear down her cheeks, her hair in a messy bun.

I quickly unlocked the door, prying it open taking in my beautiful mess, “Y/N baby, what’s wrong. Come ‘ere.” I pulled her gently towards me, closing the door behind her, “What are you doing here so late, love?”

She sniffled, swallowing back tears, “I drank too much at home, and I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to be here… with you.”

Her words drove electricity throughout my body, my head nodding, unable to form words as her hands came up to my face, holding it, caressing it softly, “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“No, sweet Y/N, I’m only the right amount of good to you. The good you deserve,” I cooed, trying to soothe her pain. She nodded softly, taking me in, inhaling deeply as she leaned in and kissed me hard. Kissed me feverishly. My hands moved to instantly grasp onto her, pulling her close as my lips kissed hers back.

My mind clicked into protective mode, reminding me she was drunk, I wasn’t far behind, “Fuck,” I breathed out as I pushed away from her, biting my lip and shaking my head, “Y/N baby, your drunk. I’m intoxicated. We ca—…”

“…—we can. I’m not…I came here. I wanted to be here, with you. God, please Harry, I just don’t want to think, please make my mind go off,” she begged so desperately I gave into all of my senses. My lips crashing back into her, hands tapping her thighs, instructing her to jump into my hold.

She did, wrapping her legs around me, hips pushing into mine, driving my blood straight to my prick. I no longer had the self control I needed to stop this, and I didn’t care. I moved us quickly into the bedroom, it was like the dream bubble could burst at any given second and I didn’t want it to.

I sat down on my bed, her legs bent on either side of me, gripping onto my sides with her thighs. Her weight felt so good pushing down on my hardened cock, her moans letting me know she was feeling the same. She rocked her hips on me, my hands moving to grip onto her hips, helping with her movements.

“Mmm, so good f’me, feels so good, Y/N,” I whimpered against her lips, her head nodding.

“Bet it’s even better with no clothes on,” she giggled into my lips, the most pure giggle driving heat through my body. God, this couldn’t be real. I would wake up tomorrow and it would be a dirty wet dream.

“Smart mind, Y/N, smart mind,” I said, biting her lower lip softly before standing up and laying her down on the bed. I broke our kiss to strip myself free of my clothes, leaving just my briefs, my cock tight in them. My hands grabbed at the band of her leggings, fingers slipping under them and her underwear peeling them off her legs.

My breath left me as I watched her spread her legs on my bed, her fold glistening in her arousal. Arousal that was there for me, and just me.

“Fuck me, Y/N, you’re such a lovely sight,” I said, hooking my arms under her thighs and bringing her to the edge of the bed as I lowered down onto my knees in front of her. My lips kissed and sucked on her soft inner thighs, traveling to her wet middle, open mouthed kissed pressing into her clit, down her slit, on her entrance.

I let my tongue travel inside her, pulsing in and out of her as she squirmed under me, legs struggling to stay open as I slipped it out, running it up to her clit, circling with the tip of it.

“Oh dear god, Harry, fu-uck,” she breathed out as I continued to eat her out like she was the last meal I would ever have. I pulled away to breath, my two fingers slipping inside her, curling to her spongey g spot, earning me the sexiest shudder from her, moans spilling out for me.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N baby, so needy,” I groaned, my other hand reaching under her cropped tee, pulling down at her bra, exposing her beautiful tits, feeling for her nipples and letting my fingers wrap around them, tugging at them.

“Harry, please, god please I want to feel you,” she moaned, her eyes burning into my soul, panting as my fingers moved faster in her, her walls pulsing around them, her arousal dripping down my fingers.

“You will baby, come f’me first okay? Let me get you warmed up for me, okay?” I hummed, lowering myself back to her clit, my tongue flicking against it, fingers moving at a steady pace inside her. Her thighs began to squeeze against my head, suffocating me in a place I would gladly go in.

“Fuck, please, please, oh god Harry, yes,” her back arched against me, my hand moving off her tit to push her legs apart, as she began coming, her arousal coating my mouth and chin completely. I enjoyed every bit of her taste, lapping up every bit of it helping her ride out her high.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I traced them up her body, pushing her shirt up with them until they landed on her bottom lip, letting them slip into her mouth, her tongue welcoming them willingly. She was a fucking seductive dream, a dream that had my heart completely without even knowing how much I needed it.

“Take off your shirt, Y/N,” I demanded, moving quickly to find a damn condom, something I didn’t think I would need anytime soon. Especially not with her. Walking back over, she laid, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful tits on full display for me, “Fucking hell you’re so beautiful.”

Placing one knee on the bed, I began to open up the condom wrapper as she sat up further, her delicate hands wrapping around my length, making my head fall back, a groan vibrating in my throat before it managed to escape.

“I want you to feel so good, Harry. I wanna be good for you too,” she said, blissed out eyes meeting mine as I brought my head back straight. I moved her hands, nodding, slipping the condom on my cock.

“Oh you are more than good to me, I promise,” I breathed, crawling on top of her, pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to engrave the memory of them forever in my mind, just in case I never found myself here with her again. Lining the tip of my cock up with her entrance, I rubbed against her opening, teasing her clit. She was still sensitive, her soft whimpers letting me know it was the case. I let my arms wrap around her as I slipped in, just the tip moving in and out of her tight cunt, walls needing little adjusting after making her come before.

She moved her lips to kiss along my face, my jawline and neck, moaning soft each time I pushed further in until I completely bottomed out, her teeth across my skin, “God” the only word she breathed out. Thousands of dirty things and positions came to my mind, ways I wanted to bend and pull her body, fuck her so good she blissed out to another universe.

But everything was slow with her, everything moved in a way where I thought I would never be closer to her. Her chocolate brown eyes peeked up at me, arms wrapping around my body pulling me closer to her. Our hips moved towards each other in sync, moving away with trembling movements only to be met again in bliss. I wasn’t going to last long, not like this, not when the woman I was desperately and foolishly falling in love with was this close to me.

I moved my hands to either side of her head, using them to stabilize me over him, thrusting harder into her, “God you feel so good, Y/N. A bloody dream, love.”

Her nails dug into my skin, her walls flutter around me making every bit of me cover in chills. I felt her squeeze me deeper into her, her warmth intensifying my need for a release. Knots forming along my stomach and lower back, tightening with pleasure I couldn’t even imagine.

“Harry, please don’t stop, I’m so-so close,” she strutted, her eyes searching mine for her release. My left hand moved down between us, my fingers moving on her clit, rolling quickly on it to help her get there as I was barely hanging on.

“Yes, please, oh, Harry, fu-uck. I’m…” I felt her legs clench around me, her arousal dripping down between us as she came. My climax quickly followed, warm ribbons shooting into the condom. Our bodies shifted closer to each other, clinging on as we came down from the high we just brought for each other.

My lips tumbled over her face, pressing into her cheeks and nose. Tracing over her lips. She smiled into the kiss, pecking soft kisses until I couldn’t help but chuckle. She inhaled through her nose, letting out a soft breath, my body shifting to pull out of her, both of us groaning at the sensation.

I rolled over on the bed next to her, slipping the condom off, tying it and lazily searching for the packaging until I found it, stuffing the used condom in. I turned to her, pulling into me, “I’ll clean you up right now, I promise, just, five more minutes.”

“Mm, I’ll give you ten,” she said softly, her face nuzzled into my chest, her fingers tugging softly on my chest hairs.

“Make it twenty,” I kept playing at it.

“Shut up, Harry Styles. Just shh,” she kissed my chest, her breath slowing as we laid quietly. We never moved from this spot, we never cleaned up.

And I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.

[lunarwednesday]

They are best friends guys 🥹

[fkinavocado]

Warnings: 18+, smut, dom/sub dynamics, breath play, unprotected sex with a stranger, slight degradation

Word count: 800

Neighborly welcome

"Excuse me?"

"I said, are you sure this is where you're getting off?"

You blinked at him confusedly, stopped in your tracks just before you were about to step out of the small confinement of the elevator. Maybe it was just his cologne that had rendered your brain cells useless, your mind wrapped into this hazy veil of lust, but at least it allowed you to fully ogle him as you stared at him stupidly, "this is my floor."

"You sure you wouldn't rather get off at the penthouse?"

Your mouth opened and closed a few times but no sounds were produced, to which he smirked and reached for the buttons of the elevator, causing the doors to close shut, and for it to continue its ascension.

"'s what i thought. You'll be getting off, alright."

This wasn't like you. None of it. And definitely not the way you came riding his fingers as he pinned you against the other side of those elevator doors as soon as you stepped into his penthouse suite, his tongue down your throat.

He'd made you come in record timing, especially considering you didn't even know his name. But turns out you didn't have to, when he instructed you to call him sir when he asked you if you'd like another (orgasm). To which you nodded frantically, but he told you to use your words, and, well, turns out just "yes" was not going going to cut it.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please."

"Yes, please, sir. Let's try that again."

You moaned pathetically at that and called him what he'd asked you to, and for some reason it made you even more desperate to feel him inside of you. Thankfully he didn't make you wait long. For another orgasm, that is. Because he didn't give you his cock until you'd come 3 times.

The second time you came on his tongue, your knees on either side of his head, catching strands of his long hair underneath, but he seemed to enjoy the sting of it as well as being smothered in your plushy thighs and slick juices.

The third time he made you touch yourself while he fucked your face, slid deep down your throat when you began moaning around him and commanded you to "come, right this second, you hear me? come if you wanna breathe, pretty girl."

It was only then that he pulled you off of him and didn't even wait for you to regulate your breathing between coughs that he pushed you over the edge of his kingsized bed and sank himself into you while you were still coming down from your third.

He reached over to press your head into the mattress as he held you by the back of your neck and pounded into your mercilessly and you came again within the first few thrusts, making him laugh sardonically after he groaned loudly feeling you spasm all around him.

"Such a cockdumb little slut, aren't you? How long has it been since anyone gave it to you good, hm? Your pussy's desperate for it, bet I could make you come until you passed out. Lucky for you, I just moved in, won't have to grow desperate again if you keep being a good girl for me."

You were too far gone to even try and talk back. It's not like he wasn't right. It had been a while, and nobody had ever fucked you that good if you were being honest. But you weren't about to inflate his already colossal ego.

"Gonna be my good girl, baby?" he spanked your ass, prompting for a reply and after you stupidly just replied "yes", he pulled your hair back, and spanked your ass in earnest until you cried out and finally corrected yourself.

"Yes, sir!"

He dropped you to the mattress like a rag doll and never once slowed down his punishing pace, drilling into you so deliciously good you were surprised you hadn't passed out already.

When he pulled out abruptly and flipped you over, pushing you further up on the bed and discarded his remaining articles of clothing you knew this was only the beginning, though.

And hopefully he would keep you around. Because everytime you caught rare glimpses of his stunning face ever since he pounced on you, coming out of that elevator, you were awe struck. He truly was a work of art. And he was apparently loaded too, judging by where he lived and what he wore, how he smelled. He reeked of sugar daddy. And it wasn't something you'd have ever considered before, but he really must have rendered you cockdumb because all the cells in your body were attracted to him in a magnetic way.

He hovered over you and sank back inside your sopping cunt, snaking his hand around your throat at the same time while you'd been too busy admiring his tattoos to notice how close he'd gotten.

"Best welcome to the neighborhood I've ever gotten, might just wanna stick around for this one," he mused before bending to kiss you as he squeezed slightly, making you even more lightheaded.

Yeah. This man, wherever he'd come from, was going to ruin you. You just knew it.

And you were going to let him. Ask for it, even. Making sure you addressed him properly, of course.

A/N: i present to you elevatorry 🥵 just a quick little blurb because i miss writing for lhh 🥲🥲🥲 (outside of the wolfrry fic)

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some of my fav lhh pics bc it’s my fav era and needs to be celebrated

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 11 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 12 (word count: 9k) -updated September 6

“So… did you figure it out, yet?”

Harry didn’t even have time to find it funny, “Why wouldn’t you have said anything to me? This is… What do I do? Does she know? She wouldn’t know yet, would she? I don’t think she knows… Niall, I don’t know how to handle something like this!”

Harry’s emotions were high. And for good reason. What he’d just seen had him shaken. And it also meant that she’d been turned against her will by a psychopath. He was glad he’d murdered James but this would always be a reminder of what had happened and who had done it.

He had been curious about a few little things. The first was obviously the speed at which she’d recovered and then there was her sudden spunk. Her heightened sense of smell was peculiar when she picked out that he was to be making eggs benedict, which should have tipped him off right away. How had she guessed? The sauce wasn’t something that most humans could pick out from a small leak in a jar in a bag full of other more fragrant groceries. 

“What happened that made you realize?”

“I saw her eyes turn golden. Just wish you’d said something.”

Niall had a hunch about her sudden natural reparative abilities, but he couldn’t be 100% sure at the time.“Harry, you have to understand, man. I didn’t say anything because it was either I was wrong or I was right and you’d figure it out anyway. It was better not to say anything if by chance she was just recovering in a way that doesn’t normally happen in humans. Sometimes things do happen that don’t make sense medically. I figured it was better to just wait and see.”

Harry paced, all the way to the furthermost corner of his expansive garden, outside of Y/N’s earshot. His towel tied tight around his waist as he ran his hands through his damp hair, “You could have at least given me a heads up. What do I do?”

Niall breathed out a laugh, “How should I know? I’m a medical doctor! I’m not cut out for emotional therapy. I’ve never dealt with anything like this. But you’ll figure it out.”

“I know. I just… how do I tell her?”

“Harry, again, I don’t know. We’re talking about a human that has been turned and I’m not familiar with all of this. It’s very unconventional. This kind of thing only happens in extremely rare cases and never in my life have I met a human that’s been turned. I’ve heard about it, just never known someone that it happened to. How has she been acting? What caused her eyes to change?”

Harry cleared his throat and looked up at his house, remembering to keep his voice down, “She’s been… very ready to do stuff. Awake. Wants to go for a swim. Is hungry. Um… a little bit bossy with me even.”

Niall hummed into the receiver, “Bossy… and what happened to have her eyes change?”

Harry could almost hear the cheek in his voice, “She was… I think maybe just excited. She’s been in a really good mood since I came back with groceries a bit ago.”

“Right… a good mood. Well, it’s doctor’s orders to take it easy on her. She might be… well… able to tolerate more, but… she’s still recovering. And so are you.”

A scoff fell from Harry’s lips, “Fine. No advice for me then?”

“Sorry, man. Never dealt with anything like this before. As you know, it’s exceptional that anyone would survive being bitten and getting turned. I just think that’s remarkable… The way you’ve been adamant she’s your mate, all this time. She really is your mate. Only your true mate could’ve survived turning for you.”

*

Y/N was onto Harry. She knew that he wasn’t running out to his car just to get something. Sure he ran out the front door but the way he reacted to her standing so close to him was a little out of character. Perhaps, she decided, that he was trying to “behave” and not push her into anything intimate. That made sense. She was still recovering from what she was told were deadly injuries. But that in itself was a mystery to her. She felt fine for the most part. 

She’d unpacked the groceries and left out the ingredients to make the eggs benedict when Harry was in the shower. But getting interrupted by the way he had groaned and then, the thing that had started to become a big question at the front of her mind, was his scent. It was his natural musk but she could smell him from all the way downstairs in the kitchen while he was in the shower. It was his groan, however, that had her feet carrying her upstairs to check on him. Just to see. 

She didn’t know why he’d suddenly become so timid with her. Why he was shying away from her. It was subtle but she noticed it. 

When he came back inside, dawning only the towel he tucked around his waist he slowed his movements as he saw her standing there with a knowing look on her face.

“What happened?”

Harry tilted his chin up to feign more confidence than he was feeling in her presence suddenly. It was as if he was looking at her with new eyes. She was like him now and her senses would pick apart the subtlest changes, “I thought I’d left the butter in the car. Wouldn’t have wanted it to melt.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as he walked past her into the kitchen, “But you didn’t go to your car.”

Harry clenched his jaw and stopped in his tracks. It was going to be difficult to pretend he didn’t know what was going on but he wanted to wait a little longer before telling her in hopes of her figuring it out herself. Or, in any case, he needed to figure out a way to ease her into this. He didn’t want her to freak out, or be by herself when she did figure it out. But he needed time to process it himself; all he knew was that he couldn’t just blurt it out to her out of nowhere. 

He hated to have to go right back to keeping secrets from her again, especially such a huge one, and especially something that affected her directly. By some miracle he didn’t lose her, she was still there with him by choice, he just couldn’t handle losing her for good if she took to the news badly. Which she had every right to… just as much as she’d had every right to be as upset with him as she’d been just a little while back. He thought back then that he’d lost her for good. And now he had to prepare himself for the possibility of having his heart broken all over again.

The way he handled this was crucial. A wrong move and he could fuck it all up forever. He needed to tread carefully.

He looked at her with squinted eyes, “How do you know I didn’t check the car?”

Y/N paused. She had been feeling like her senses were somehow heightened. Her hearing, her sense of smell… She pondered his question as he continued walking into the kitchen. Looking at his broad shoulders and his back had her wishing he hadn’t run off when he did. 

“It’s kind of weird, you know… I’ve been, like, experiencing these weird things. I can hear so clearly and my sense of smell is…” she thought back to the panties she found but decided to keep that bit of information until the time was right, for later, “and I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s all in my head? I feel like maybe I should call Niall…”

Harry watched her carefully as she mulled over everything and he pulled out two eggs from the carton before she continued, “So when I couldn’t hear the car door, I guess I just assumed…” She scoffed, hearing herself out loud. She sounded like a nutcase. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hear the car door all the way from upstairs. “Sorry. I’m being weird. But… right now I’m actually starving so if that butter made it alive let’s eat.”

Harry had Y/N heat the hollandaise while he prepared the rest of the ingredients. But she was clearly still mulling over their interaction upstairs. He noticed her eyes dragging down his bare chest and stopping at his crotch repeatedly. And he could tell she was not only hungry for food but she also had a bit of an appetite for something carnal as well. 

He cleared his throat when he turned to find her leaning on the island and watching him, “Gonna burn the sauce.”

Her grin was playful and Harry felt his blood heat up as she spoke, “Turned it off already. The lid will keep it warm.” She didn’t remove her gaze from him. She was making it very clear what she wanted and he wondered if she was aware of what she was doing or not. 

As much as he’d have loved to have bent her over the kitchen island and take care of his girl the way she needed he couldn’t allow that. Not until they at least had a real conversation. About what she’d seen. About how she was feeling. 

When she began to walk toward him she realized it was like something was just drawing her to him. She wanted to… what did she want? Breakfast was nearly ready and she was very hungry, and yeah, she wanted to eat but what she really wanted was to bite him. Just to nip his shoulder or his neck. His pecs. She didn’t know why her urge was so strong but the moment she was close enough to touch him Harry stood up straight and he looked away from her sultry gaze, “Uh, I’m just gonna go and get dressed and then we’ll eat.”

Breakfast was tasty. It was nourishing and filled her belly, mostly. She felt like she could eat more but Harry’s scent and his hands and his lips were distracting. And the way he kept keeping her at arm’s length had her feeling even more insatiable for him. She knew he was doing it because he was worried about hurting her but she was going to explode if he didn’t do something. 

Turning to face his pretty girl he nearly gave in right then and there, seeing the ravenous look in her eyes. He could practically read her mind, that’s how loud she was thinking those dirty thoughts. And he wanted to give in, he wanted to kiss her, hold her, feel her body against his. Taste her… He shook his head as he got off the stool and pulled himself away reluctantly, grabbing their dirty dishes.“Let’s go for a swim. Like you wanted. I think I know a great place. Secluded. Not in the preserve.” Harry rinsed the dishes as he spoke. He could feel her eyes burning into his back but he needed to keep moving, keep his thoughts from wandering too far. Distract her if he could. He felt he could use a swim himself. Get out some of his pent-up emotions and energy.

“That sounds great, actually,” she grinned and lifted herself up to sit on the counter next to where he was washing the dishes, “I feel like I need to move and exert some energy. A little exercise would be good I think. A swim.”

*

The drive to the new spot wasn’t as quick as it would have been if they’d driven to the preserve and parked and hiked up to their special hidden oasis. But they both knew they couldn’t go back there. Maybe ever. Y/N stopped herself from initiating conversation the whole drive there, and she could tell Harry was holding back, too. She just wasn’t quite ready to address all of that; she at least wanted to go for this swim first. That would hopefully make her feel a bit better. She felt absolutely fine apart from the fact she felt she didn’t fit into her own skin. She was aching to move, burn some energy off, and she suspected it was due to the fact that she was sexually frustrated.

Y/N decided to google her symptoms to pass the time quicker on their drive to this new, secluded place Harry had suggested. She was not quite understanding the way she was able to smell everything so clearly. She typed in sudden heightened sense of smell into the search bar. Scrolling through the various results and webmd articles she landed on something that might explain the strange phenomenon. 

Synesthesia could be the answer. It wasn’t uncommon for people that had gone through life-threatening injuries. She wasn’t 100% sure that was what was causing her to smell and hear things she would have never been able to before but at least it was some kind of answer. Something to ask Niall about when she did finally talk to him about all this.

Harry parked his car off the road and tucked away behind large pines and in the grass. It was miles from the preserve and in an area where the mountains were not protected or worked by the rangers. Some of it was privately owned land that hadn’t been touched in decades. 

“The swimming cove is a spot I used to come to when I had time to waste and wanted to venture away from the preserve.” Harry spoke as he grabbed her bag from her, putting it over his shoulder and began walking toward the fence that clearly meant the area was off limits. 

The overgrowth of vines and grass indicated that no one had been in these parts in a very long time. Which put Y/N at ease. She followed him, scaling the fence easily and trekking through the acreage close behind.

The upward hike was off trail and cumbersome but once they began making their way down into the valley from where they’d hiked Y/N saw the ridges of the mountain and a level area below with a ravine.

“Your sense of direction is astonishing,” she commented as they carefully trekked down toward where they could hear the water flowing, “But I guess that makes sense, doesn’t it? You’re a…” she stopped just before she could say the word. She still had to get used to that idea. That he was a werewolf. Part human, part beast. 

Harry turned to look at her, stopping his pace suddenly as he raised his brows at her, “A werewolf? Is that what you were going to say?”

Nodding her head she shrugged, “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be called that. Or… I don’t know. Is it okay to say it?”

The gentle smile that took over his features told her it was, though he didn’t respond to her question with words. 

Looking down to the sandy portion of the ravine Harry pointed, “Just there. It’s beautiful once you see it from the ground. Come on.”

Y/N was wearing her hiking boots while Harry was in his signature chelsea boots, making the descent to the cove look like child’s play. She was now hyper aware of why he was so good at hiking and trekking and staying steady even in such posh shoes. Everything that had suddenly come to light about what he really was had answered so many questions for her. 

But the moment they were standing in the wet sand before the cove where the ravine led, all her thoughts about what Harry was had vanished. Another breathtaking spot with not a single human soul to be seen.

Harry placed their bags on the rocks to keep them dry and began to take his boots off as he watched Y/N curiously. He had been careful not to allow her to over exert herself but she was easily keeping up with him and she seemed fine. She was fine. Her heartbeat was steady and strong, her body had barely broken out in a sweat and she had a wide smile on her face as she looked around.

“Harry, this is… it’s perfect!” She was eager to move her limbs in the cool water. Feel the weightlessness take over and play around with Harry.

She looked over at him as he was undressing, taking his clothes off, his boots already on the rocks next to the bags. So she followed suit. Taking her own boots off and peeling her pants down her legs. 

Harry was already jumping into the water by the time Y/N had stuffed her shirt onto the pile of clothes. Looking down over her body she did see the awful scar. The wound was healed but the remnants of what had happened was obvious. She hesitated to remove her bra as she brushed a hand over the raised skin.

“Everything okay?” Harry called to her. She looked out toward him, handsome with wet hair as he came in closer to her. 

“Yeah. Just… saw this and…” she ran her fingers from the top of her clavicle downward over the scar to under her breast, “I guess I feel lucky to even be alive. Here with you.”

She kept her eyes on his as she unhooked the back of her bra and removed it. 

Harry watched her as she bent down and took her panties off. He was already hard just seeing her bare body but the scar across her chest kept him in check. She was still recovering. Still figuring out what was going on. 

The somber moment was suddenly over the minute she jumped into the water next to Harry and began to laugh. The water was frigid but it felt fantastic. Normally she would feel discomfort but right now her body was adjusting to it just fine, feeling invigorated and alive.

Stretching her limbs in the water she ducked her head under to swim closer to Harry and grasped his wrist.

Harry pulled her up and she tugged his arm around herself. Both grinning ear to ear with the closeness. He was just glad she was feeling playful. That she wasn’t upset or hurt by what had happened. At least in that moment she wasn’t. He knew she’d have lots of questions for him. Knew they needed to have a conversation but for now the light hearted moment was the only thing he could focus on. And her warm skin against his.

She was more than just playful though. She was horny and Harry knew it. Having her naked in the cool water of a private cove in the mountains was risky. Because he was turned on too. And he knew he was asking for trouble with this scenario. It evoked memories of their time together at the oasis in the preserve.

He could resist her for only so long. She was laying it on thick in his house during breakfast and now with his clothes off and his obvious erection it would be even harder to resist her. 

Harry pulled his arm away and began to swim backwards, gliding through the water smoothly, putting some distance between himself and the girl. 

“Where are you going?” She laughed and began to swim toward him slowly.

Harry shook his head and feigned innocence, “What do you mean? Just swimming is all,” he bit the inside of his cheek to tamper the playful grin on his face.

Instead of continuing after him she decided she’d lure him to her. She ducked under the water again, kicking her feet out and splashing as she maneuvered under the water before surfacing, bouncing out just enough that her breasts were visible to him. 

She watched him closely as she pushed herself back and stretched her arms to float at the surface. The tranquility of having her ears tucked under the water, muffling all the sounds that surrounded them, and floating in the mountain chilled water on her back was just like being back at her oasis. She smiled to herself and peeked an eye at Harry. To her delight, he was already watching her closely.

His eyes were clearly taking in her soft breasts with tightened nipples perking above the water. She wouldn’t tease him too much but she wanted his hands on her. Wanted his attention. Wanted him to give in to her. She knew what he was doing. Knew he was trying to keep his distance because she needed to heal. But that just made her want him more. His gentlemanly and thoughtful attempts to keep her healthy and the way he was doing it because he cared for her. Denying himself something she knew he wanted as a way of protecting her. 

Harry decided to peel his eyes from her body and float on his back too. He needed to straighten out his thoughts and get his mind out of the gutter. He closed his eyes and tried to train his dirty thoughts away. He knew his body was calling him to take care of his natural urges with his mate. And now that she was like him… she was very likely made exactly for him in every way. 

But he couldn’t just act on his desires. He didn’t want to hurt her and he was sure if they did have sex she’d display even more evidence of being like him and that could scare her. If she somehow dropped her fangs in the middle of her orgasm or her claws came out while he was pounding into her – yeah, his thoughts weren’t helping. All of that sounded absolutely delightful and he’d love to feel her fangs puncture into his skin, or have her claw up his back and chest. 

“Harry,” he heard her voice speak his name and he popped his eyes open, dropping the lower half of his body back into the water and letting his toes scrape along the rocky sand.

She saw the way his erection was bobbing just above the water every time his chest inhaled and he floated upward the tiniest bit. And then his eyes on hers were dark. She could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, not unlike her own wildly pumping heart.

Something in her decided to cut the shit. She was feeling bold. Feeling like he wanted exactly what she wanted and as nice as it was to be cared for and protected by him she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and to give himself to her once and for all. 

“Stop this,” she spoke matter-of-factly as she swam around his body. “I can see clearly how affected you are by me.” 

Touching his shoulder she moved her finger down over his tattoos and to his pecs, thumbing at his nipple and watching his eyes, “I’m okay. Really. You don’t have to keep holding off and denying yourself, Harry.” She moved herself in front of him and draped her arms over his shoulders.

Without another thought, Harry’s hands moved down to her waist as he pulled her in closer to him, “I want you healthy is all. And I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Nodding her head she agreed. That was true. They needed to talk. But something inside of her needed something physical. She needed it to uncloud her brain and give her some kind of clarity. She couldn’t explain it, she just knew she needed it. More than a talk. As important as that was, she was sure she wouldn’t ever be able to focus on anything he told her if he didn’t fuck her first.

“Yes. We will talk. But I don’t know how to explain the way I feel in this moment, how much I need you.” She bit her lip and pushed her hips to his, his cock firm on her thigh, “It’s kind of painful actually.”

Harry could feel her warm against his prick as he looked down to see her breasts grazing against his chest. Painful? Yes, perhaps she was feeling that natural physical urge to release just like he was. That’s how it was for his kind, though he was used to it. Used to the pain of holding off and not allowing himself to indulge right away. She was not used to the way it felt. The ache that wasn’t just from being horny. It was something deep and raw. A biological and natural instinct his kind, their kind possessed. 

He knew the pain well. Knew it could be pushed down and she’d be okay. But she was new to all this. And even with the water around them he could smell how intensely she needed him. Needed him to soothe her. And he was the only one that could provide that for her too. He knew that even if she masturbated she wouldn’t be fully comforted. It would pacify her for a bit. Maybe an hour but she wouldn’t be fulfilled. She wasn’t going to feel better until he took care of her. But he needed to be careful. 

“I think you need to recover first, kitten.” Harry let the little nickname he’d given her so long ago slip out. Or maybe he’d done it on purpose. There was something about her that was feeding into his own urges. She was drawing them out of him with just her eyes. The change in her was so deep and it tangled with his own impulses and senses that he could barely think straight. He was more drawn to her than he’d ever been and he knew it was because of the change. Because she was like him now. His perfect match. 

“Harry,” she spoke softly as she kept her eyes on his, a hand moving over his warm chest, “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me and I can tell you need it too. You need me just as much.”

She could just sense his need. And it wasn’t just the fact that he had an erection. She knew it before all that. She felt it back at his house. Something between them had shifted and it was as if she could anticipate his needs without him having to tell her or show her.

His teeth ached to kiss her and to bite her. A carnal and spiritual feeling overwhelmed him. His willpower was incredible but there was only so much he could take. He was as weak as any man and her wolf was luring his out to play. Perhaps he could be gentle. She needed him. She needed him. 

He grasped the back of her head and his lips found her mouth. The kiss was hot and electric  and wild. She lifted a thigh up to his hip and he used his free hand to keep it in place, pasting their hips together.

The whimper that fell from his mouth had her grinning and feeling powerful. She grasped onto his shoulders and let the weightlessness of the water aid her in lifting her other leg to wrap around his hips. Harry groaned and brought his other hand down to keep her thighs held up in place.

Their naked bodies were in sync as he began to walk her out of the water and to the small spot where the sand met the craggy rocks. He’d take care of her. Make love to her gently and soothe her ache. Soothe his own ache. 

Their mouths never parted as he walked out of the water and carefully placed her down into the sand, his knees falling into the granules as he put himself between her thighs. With her legs open he could smell her in a way that was overwhelming. He groaned and licked into her mouth before parting from the kiss with a gasp.

The scar on her chest and over her neck had him filled with jealousy and hatred. He was glad he’d killed James for even placing a finger on his girl. His lips pressed over her scar just above her breast and she ran her fingers into his long hair as he pecked wet kisses along the skin that had been forever marred. 

“I’m going to make it better,” he whispered between kisses, “Make you feel whole again. Give you everything you need. Show you what it means to be mine…”

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as his mouth worked upward slowly and over the skin on her neck. His tongue laved softly and his lips grazed over the sensitive spots that were still healing. She had never felt such need before in her life. Sure she’d been horny before and had never been more turned on by anyone the way she was with Harry. But this was different. Something else was at play and she didn’t have the mind to dwell on it. She only knew that she needed him.

“Please…” she breathed out her plea as his warm mouth soothed her flesh and his nose nudged at her jaw.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” He continued kissing every inch of her scar as he pushed her back down into the sand, “I’m the only one that can make it better.”

She knew it was true. Whatever was happening in her could only be quieted by him.

Nodding her head she spread her legs further, hoping he’d put her out of her misery and fuck her into oblivion, “Harry, please…”

He looked down over her soft body and the scars, and felt emotions rise in his heart. He hated James even in his death, but he was beyond grateful that she was still his. That she was alive. He would worry later about the guilt and the real issue at hand. His own urges and her excruciating need were beckoning to be dealt with immediately. He could practically feel the ache in her body. Her tummy was emanating heat and he felt bad that she was in such pain. She wasn’t used to this level of arousal and need yet. She would learn to deal with it eventually but for now he would give her relief.

Her cry of pleasure was loud, echoing off the rocks of the cove that surrounded them as he placed his mouth on her throbbing pussy, already pulsing and clenching and dripping. 

The sting of her fingers pulling at his hair had him growling into her with delight. He could tell she was urging him in harder but he was going to resist doing anything hard or painful. That would come later. When he was certain she was ready for it. 

His tongue was wide and flat as he tugged it up and down her slick cunt. She was so wet he was certain he couldn’t possibly lick it all up and the flavor was just like before but now it tasted truly nourishing to him. He held her thighs apart gently as he dove into her like she was a meal. Licking and sucking at her bits. 

She writhed and moaned, her hips lifting off the sand and bucking into his face making him nearly lose his grip on her thighs. She was strong. He shouldn’t have been surprised but he was still getting used to the notion that she was like him now. 

“Fuck… yes…” she cooed loudly as his scalp was on fire from the way she was yanking his hair.

Harry didn’t lift his mouth to chuckle or respond and taunt her like he wanted. He needed to make her come so he kept his lips at work on her pussy.

When he began to kiss her clit and pull at it with the smallest nip she squealed and cried out his name as her thighs attempted to close around his head. He held her down but he didn’t want to hurt her so he moved his palms up to grip the underside of her knees to keep her legs pressed down.

She continued bucking as her muscles tensed and her moans grew louder. His nose and mouth and chin were shiny and sticky with her as he rubbed his nose into her clit and stuck his tongue into the opening and past her little muscle, the slick gushing noises the only  background sound to her gasps and soft pants.

Harry was feeling his own cock leak and throb. Just tasting her and knowing how good he was making her feel was putting him on edge. He swallowed down her arousal and took a gasp of breath before putting his face back into her cunt for more.

She’d never felt it like this before. Something far more intense was happening in her body and she didn’t know if it was because it was her first orgasm since she nearly died or just knowing that Harry was a werewolf and he was probably enjoying the taste of her in a way she never realized before. That all those times he’d told her how much he liked her scent and her taste, he wasn’t just saying it to make her feel good, he actually meant it. Or just knowing that he was a werewolf in general… probably all of the above. 

When her orgasm snapped over her body she tightened her grip on his hair he grunted into her pussy in pain, but it didn’t stop him from lapping at her and sucking her clit. She was shaking so hard and pulling at his hair so tight that he was having a hard time moving his mouth over her the way he wanted. Instead, she was moving his face over her soft crease and clit the way she wanted. 

Her cries were loud. It almost sounded as if someone was hurting her. Like she was wailing in pain and anguish. Harry understood that this was because of her intense need to release. Her first release as a werewolf by the hands of her lover. Her mate. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head in ecstasy of his own. He’d not come but he could. His own cock was neglected and hot and if he allowed it, he’d come all over himself and the sand below. But he wanted to come inside of her. He wanted to feel her around him and he knew she was going to want it. 

The part of him that wanted to wait and to talk first was already a distant memory left back in his kitchen. His instincts and his wolf had taken over at that moment.

He felt her release his hair as she sighed, wiggling underneath him.

Y/N grabbed at him, pulling him up and over her, “Want you inside me, right now. Do it while I’m still pulsing around nothing.”

Harry was beyond trying to fight this, eating her out had driven him over the edge. He was determined to give her everything she wanted and luckily for him, it was exactly what he wanted as well. The way she’d clawed at him to get him on top of her made him feral, he wondered if she was realizing the amount of force she’d just exerted in doing so, but he couldn’t dwell on it for too long, not when he looked down at her and she looked like she was going to howl with how much she wanted it. 

She yanked him against her lips and devoured his mouth, licking her arousal off of him and humming profusely, and in turn, Harry didn’t waste a single moment longer before sinking himself into her juicy cunt. The cry she let out was akin to an injured wolf’s and he knew he wasn’t hurting her, she was just giving in to her natural instincts now. That of letting him dominate her completely. 

He pulled back a bit to watch her and when she opened her eyes and her golden irises flashed at him he groaned loudly, allowing his own to take over. Her mouth fell agape and she reached to push his hair out of his face to take him all in better while he slowly but steadily fucked into her. “Harry… your eyes. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re exactly who and what you should be, I’m so damn lucky,” she rolled her eyes to the back of her head in ecstasy and Harry thought his heart was going to burst at the amount of love he felt for her. 

He didn’t know how it was possible he now loved her even more than before, but being wanted and loved for exactly who he was turned out to be a lot more important to him than he’d thought it would be. He thought he could hide this side of him from her forever and be fine with it, and he’d have done it gladly to keep her. But having it all out into the open and her so accepting of it was something he’d never even allowed himself to hope for. 

Well, almost everything out into the open. And god, was she beautiful too. She’d always been, of course, but now that she was like him it did things to him he couldn’t even explain. And it looked so right, so natural. Like she was always meant to be a werewolf. He couldn’t wait to watch her discover everything and come into her own completely. He only wished she’d accept it and embrace it fully.

He was snapped out of his reverie when she nipped at his neck and that only made him drive into her more urgently. Noting it had stung a bit too much, his eyes landed on her mouth and he could see her pointy canines pinching her plump lower lip, a bit of blood coating it.

The sight made him almost come then and there, making him moan and slow his pace a bit to regain focus. As much as he wanted to drag it out and go at it for hours, he needed to milk another orgasm from her and hopefully satiate her craving for a bit, because this was rapidly escalating and getting out of hand. She was completely giving into her natural instincts; and if she noticed any of the signs she was presenting she’d freak out and that was not the way he wanted her to find out.

He flipped her over as though she weighed nothing, not having to hide his natural strength from her anymore and began pounding into her in earnest. He was close, so close, and he knew she was too with how she moaned and whimpered and called out his name repeatedly. But he didn’t want to knot into her just yet, he first needed to explain that to her, plus this wasn’t really the setting for it, he wanted to be able to cuddle with her like that in his expensive bedding back at home, not on this rocky terrain that was sure to leave some bruises on her as it was. He knew she could take it now, he’d of course never have allowed it had she still been just human, but even so, she was recovering, and he didn’t want her feeling any discomfort. 

“Please come inside me, Harry. I don’t care. I need it... I can’t explain how much–fuck, how much I need it.”

She needn’t have worried, she wasn’t in heat (yet), so it wasn’t risky like that, but of course she’d worry about getting pregnant. Yet another reason why he needed to find a way to tell her, to avoid all the unnecessary worry on her part. For now, though, he was going to enjoy spilling into her warm cunt, because he needed it just as much. His eyes caught glimpse of her hands she’d rested her smushed cheek against, and her sharp nails were on display. Her much sharper nails. He couldn’t wait for her to claw at his back using them soon, but right now he needed to make sure she didn’t notice them. He grabbed her by her elbows and pulled her back against him, holding her hands behind her back with one arm and snaking the other to her front, finding her clit as he kept thrusting into her from this new angle.

She was already on edge and it only took her a few moments to reach her peak, crying out and letting her head fall back against his shoulder. The sight of the mark on her neck that she probably didn’t even notice wasn’t lost on him though, that was something that would always taunt him, knowing it was someone else’s bite that marked her. But he could claim it as his now, because she was, she was his. It was his cock she was pulsing around, his arms she was falling back into, his name she was whimpering- and so he allowed himself to bite over her mark as he finally gave in to his most primal urge- that of claiming her completely, while he let go and finally filled her up to the brim.

She didn’t even feel the sting of it, she was that far gone; if anything, it was pleasurable for her- as it should be. And for Harry? It was the hardest he’d ever come in his life. His fangs deep into her delicate neck and his cock even deeper into her perfect pussy, she was made just for him, and now she was his in every sense of the word.

With breaths heaving and soft gasps, Harry kept her tight against his chest. He wanted to tell her everything. Wanted so much for her to know what he was thinking. What had just happened to her. What she could expect and that it would only get better and better. If she thought that was intense…

And it was. She didn’t know how to describe the ecstasy, the relief… But it was more than just physical. Everything in and around her felt lighter and more lovely. She was happier than she’d ever been, she felt. She had a sudden urge to run and play; something she hadn’t felt in many years. It was as if being with Harry, everything just made more sense.

With a laugh she wiggled out of his arms and ran back into the water, diving in and swimming out toward the middle, only emerging with a sharp inhale for breath when her lungs needed air.

Harry couldn’t help but look at her in awe. His heart throbbed in his chest with love for her. 

“Come on! Get back in!” Y/N shouted and began to glide through the water.

Shaking his head with a laugh he walked back into the icy water and then dove under to meet her in the center of the small cove. 

She kept her eyes on the water, waiting for him to emerge but she felt his hand on her ankle before she saw him. With a yelp, she laughed and ducked under to pull at him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her body and pushed them both upward to the surface together. The lighthearted moment suddenly halted as they kept their gazes locked. Y/N moved her arms over his shoulders and drew her face in close to his, brushing their noses together, “I’m so glad I’m here with you. I’m glad I’m alive. I’m glad you’re alive. I don’t know what I would have done. I thought I lost you and that’s the last thing I remember before…” she paused, feeling herself get emotional she swallowed her tears, “It just feels like… destiny to be here with you.”

He could feel and hear her heart beating in her chest and he knew she could feel his do the same. It was as if his whole life had all been leading him to this moment. He knew that this woman was his mate. He’d always known it. Maybe ever since the first night he laid eyes on her in the woods all that time ago. Despite the fact that she had a gun pointed at him, there was just something about her. Something that he knew was different. He belonged to her before he ever met her. 

“I’m so glad you’re here too. That we’re here together,” he looked down at her beautiful face as he continued, “I was ready to kill everyone when I thought you weren’t going to make it. Niall said there was no hope. That it was… too late for you,” he inhaled a shaky breath remembering the state she was in just days ago.

“Tell me about what happened. Everything I don’t know about, before, and after the fight. I want to know what happened.”

Harry began to describe the day he was taken and how he’d been outnumbered. He told her why it’d come down to that, about James’ and Irina’s involvement, the way the elders didn’t listen to him having already made up their minds and weren’t going to give him a fair trial.

But with Y/N’s quick thinking and by her reaching out to Niall a chain of events was set off that actually helped matters. 

“Lester is a pack leader too, as you know now. The Pack of the Western Plains. He has connections all over. He’s very well respected. So, with his resources he made it so that there was a trial at the very least.”

“And Eddie too? He was there.” She said, remembering the events of that day. 

“Yes. He was finally able to shift back into his human form. Because of you,” Harry brought a hand up to her face and gently brushed his knuckles over her temple.“I expected that no matter how the trial ended there would be a fight to the death. And I was certain that no matter how many drugs they’d given me or that they’d left me without food and water that I would be able to do away with James rather easily. But I was weakened. Significantly. It’s the only reason he even had the chances he did. It’s why he got in a few good tears. Had I been in my normal shifted state he would have never been able to penetrate my skin and I would have killed him within the first thirty seconds. And he knew that. So did everyone else.”

“They all let you fight like that? Did your pack not respect you as their alpha?”

Harry sighed and nodded, “They never respected me. They were always very rigid in their beliefs. They preferred the old ways of doing things. Most packs nowadays are more open and lenient. There are still strict rules we have to follow but tolerance is practiced these days. Not my pack… my old pack.” 

“Are you worried they’ll come back and try to hurt you?” 

Putting his arms around her low back protectively he pressed his forehead to hers, “I am. I’m worried they’ll try to hurt you too.”

“Even though you’ve given up the pack? And you won the fight?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t put it past them. I’ll do anything I can to protect you,” Harry paused and leaned back to look at Y/N again, “Which is why I think it would be good for us to visit Lester and Alma at the farm for a while. Get away from here for a bit. Just until we can get our bearings and heal.”

The smile on her face gave Harry relief. He wasn’t sure she’d be up for it, but she’d been surprising him since she woke up from her coma. 

“That sounds like a really good idea. I’d love to spend more time with Eddie too.”

His heart continued to lob in his chest wildly. She was more than perfect for him in every way. He couldn’t contain his joy to have her in his arms, “He’d love that. Edward is very fond of you. And he was there, at Niall’s practice. With all of us while you were in that bed. He was devastated.”

Y/N nodded and felt awful about putting anyone through such distress. She knew it wasn’t her fault but she could imagine what it would have been like to watch a friend or lover unconscious in bed and not know if they’d come out of it or not.

“... And you? How did you deal with me being in that bed?”

Harry shook his head and let his eye contact falter for a moment as he thought back to how completely ruined he felt, “Felt like I would die if you didn’t make it. Like I couldn’t breathe or eat. I talked to you all day. Kept myself close by your side and encouraged you to wake up. Made sure you were comfortable in the bed even though I knew you couldn’t really feel anything. I didn’t know what to do. Niall kept telling me it was impossible–” Harry inhaled a sharp breath and tried to calm his emotions but his eyes began to fill with tears with just the memory of how utterly hopeless everything felt. 

“Hey,” Y/N moved her hands to cup Harry’s face, “I’m right here. And I’m very much alive. We both are. I’m not going anywhere. You saved me.” 

Swallowing his tears he blinked and forced the smallest smile, “And you saved me. If it weren’t for you I would be dead right now.”

Y/N leaned in to kiss the gorgeous werewolf. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so lucky to have him in her life. That he wanted her. She only felt more connected, in tune with him. It was as if the accident had altered something in her soul. She was changed. She figured it was love.

Harry pinched her hip softly and pulled away from the kiss. He couldn’t help it. He needed to be honest with her. He’d told her his truth when she was asleep but now that she was wide awake and in his arms he knew he had to say it that very moment or he’d suffocate, “I love you, Y/N.”

Her lips parted at his admission and she was suddenly aware of her body against his and the way his heart was rapidly throbbing in his chest at the same pace as her own. She felt as if she’d heard him say it to her before. That this wasn’t the first time. 

She gripped his biceps tight and felt herself shiver at the intensity of his bright green eyes. He loved her. He truly did and she felt it deep in her spirit. Without a doubt, he loved her.

“Harry, I love you too. So much,” she gasped as he squeezed her tight to his chest and felt him purring against her own. The comfort that brought to her was consuming. She sighed and held him tight, her cheek smushed into his shoulder.

Everything around them was dizzy and soft. She was safe in his arms. She was safe with her lover. 

When he pulled back a bit and let his head fall back, inhaling sharply and then howling loudly, Y/N gasped in excitement and couldn’t hold back her tears of joy. She smiled widely looking at Harry in his element, expressing happiness freely and it made her own heart flutter. He looked back at her, his wide smile matching her own, the echo of his wolfish howl still resounding in the cove, and she’d never seen him look happier. 

She’d done that. Just by loving him. 

The sudden vibrating in her own chest startled her. She looked up at Harry whose eyes were wide as he looked down at her. 

“Harry– what…?” She looked down at her bare body, putting a small bit of distance between herself and Harry. The vibrating stopped suddenly as she put a hand up to her chest and looked into the crystal water surrounding them and reflecting the sky above and both their faces. 

But then she stilled completely, the ripples on the surface cleared away and she focused on the features of her face, being mostly drawn to the bright golden irises staring back at her in the reflection of the water.

In stunned silence she looked up at Harry before looking back into the water again.

He knew it was only a matter of time. He just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

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[skullsuited]

drunk & high.

gif credit.

an lhh!era/fwb!harry imagine that is simply riddled with pure filth, wine consumption & marijuana smoking. inspired by true events.

smut warning: some heavy degradation/dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, p-in-v sex. this is just straight up porn without plot.

Maybe it was the red wine, perhaps it was the fact that you’d both drunk almost the entirety of the bottle.

It could’ve been the joint you two smoked. Harry always has good weed, it continuously blows your mind how pure and strong it is. 

Whatever it was, it had led you to this very moment. Your feelings of undeniable lust and mutual appreciation for one another, along with your inebriation and intoxication had found a home in your bodies and the scene you were in would be burned into your memory for the foreseeable future.

Your lower half is exposed, leggings and underwear pulled down just enough so Harry has access to your core. “Please…” You whine submissively, lying on your stomach as anticipation courses through your veins. You want him so badly and the state of your mind is only making him look ten times sexier than you usually find him. 

Harry towers over you, growling with dominance and desire as he grips your hips with one hand and guides his cock into your cunt with the other, emerald eyes gazing down at you from above. 

It’s clear he wants you just as much as you want him.

Your jaw slackens as he pushes inside of you, a gasp leaving your throat as his cock stretches you out in the familiar, practiced way it always has. After a few years of exploring each other’s bodies, you both are knowledgeable in how to make one another moan or render each other absolutely speechless – though, he’s the one who usually has you doing those things. 

Harry’s quick to lie on top of you, his chest pressed to your back as he begins to thrust slowly, heavy breaths and soft grunts leaving his raspberry colored lips. Your eyes meet and his hand tangles in your hair to maneuver your head, lips meeting yours in a sloppy-sweet kiss. 

It’s brief, a gradually growing makeout session that only lasts a few seconds, but you take it for what it's worth. Then he really starts fucking you. His hands find your hips and his torso is no longer pressed to yours, but the sight above you is almost mesmerizing; head thrown back, features screwed up in pleasure and concentration and all you can do is gape at him, watch as he takes you, takes you like you belong to him and only him. 

Your eyes shut, too lost in the pleasure you’re receiving from the man hovering above you. 

“D-Daddy, oh…” You moan, body moving like the sea’s tide, allowing yourself to relax and simply be fucked by Harry. One of his hands tangles in your hair again, pulling at it before pushing your head into the mattress, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 

You both move in quick succession, the wine and the weed impairing time and heightening pleasure as your bodies mold to each other, forgetting about the outside world or your duties as adults. Right now, in the safe space of his bedroom, the only thing and only people that matter are you and him and the art you’ve both perfected when it came to being sexual partners. 

Harry pulls out of you briefly, flipping you both onto your sides before pushing back into you. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten his cock, how wet you’ve gotten as he resumes fucking you, thrusting with fervor. His right arm is wrapped around your chest, keeping you pressed to his own, while his left hand is anchored to your waist, pulling your ass into him. 

“L-love taking your c-cock.” You speak, words broken by ecstasy. 

His lips are near your ear, “Yeah, take this cock you fucking cockslut.” 

Your hand finds its way in between your legs, preoccupying your fingers with rubbing your clit in fast, small circles. “Oh my God, oh my God…”

“Gonna cum for me, darling? Hm? Are you goin’ to cum on Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes- yes, fuck, Harry.” You babble, your free hand clawing at the arm he’s got wrapped around your chest. You aren’t quite sure how much time has passed since you initially started your tryst, but you do know that your impending orgasm is approaching rather quickly. “Want- want your cum. Want you to cum inside me.” You add, hopefully spurring his own release on. 

“Yeah? You want my cum?”

You nod jerkily, body shaking as your orgasm draws nearer. You are so close, but you don’t want to cum without him.

“Then take it.” Harry growls and before your brain can register it, you feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts slowing as he empties himself. The feeling alone sends you into overdrive, your own release crashing down on you with intensity as you tense up, moaning his name like a mantra. 

“That’s it. S’ a good slut.” He murmurs, thrusting his hips languidly into you, fucking you slowly through your orgasm. Your fingers cease their movements once Harry stops his, your hand falling away from your clit. 

You both go quiet, breathing heavily as your climaxes dissipate and you wade in the post coital bliss. Harry pulls out of you gently before settling on his back, pulling your body into his. Your head rests on his chest and a smile pulls at your lips as his arm wraps around you, holding you close. 

“Can we do this again?” You ask, nuzzling your face into his chest a bit.

“I don’t see why not.” He replies. 

You nod, silence slipping over the moment as sleep pulls you both under. 

Perhaps getting drunk and high with Harry would become a whole new adventure.

[ashenchi]

Did I have the right to say something like that?