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#long hair harry
fkinavocado · 7 months
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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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styleswithaseaview · 3 months
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more lhh bc i’m ovulating and feel it necessary
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skullsuited · 9 months
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primal.
an lhh!era smut blurb featuring a breeding kink, hair pulling, mentions of a sex toy (pussy plug) and insinuation of a creampie.
Harry’s propped himself up on his forearms, strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead and neck because he and his girl have been going at it hard.
The only real noise coming from their bedroom is the way the bed is creaking underneath the weight of Harry’s pointed, timed thrusts, skin occasionally slapping against each other, his heavy breathing and soft grunts leaving his kiss swollen, shiny raspberry lips and she’s whining, back arched slightly, moaning his name like some sort of holy prayer.
Harry licks his lips, then pauses his thrusts for a moment, settling most of his weight on top of his lover as he guides his right arm away from the side of her head, coating two of his fingers with his saliva and slowly inching his hand down in between their bodies, the pads of them rubbing gently over her sensitive pink pearl. She gasps, hands tangling in his hair and pulling, making him growl — Harry adores having his hair pulled. “Yeh want to cum f’ me, baby?” He asks her, nose nudging against her own, lips parted and ghosting over hers. Harry has continued his thrusts now; languid, but rough. He’s really taking the words ‘fucking someone into the mattress’ to a whole new level.
The woman, this divine little creature underneath him can’t even speak, a bubble caught in her throat as he fucks her. “Words, angel. Need t’ hear you, yeah?” He hums, fingers continuing to work on her clit in pressured, slow little circles. “Oh, please, Harry,” She finally manages, swallowing thickly. “Please make me cum.” She begs him quietly and this surge of pride, of satisfaction washes over him. Harry craves her release; knows he needs it in order to feel like he’s done a good job in bed. “Yeah, pet. I’ll make yeh cum. Fuck, m’ goin’ to make you cum so hard, I promise you.” He swears, practically vows to her and all she can do is nod, “Put a baby in me.”
That stirs something up in him, awakens this primal urge to fill her up the only physical way he can. A wrecked noise leaves his throat, jaw slack, lips brushing over hers and catching against her teeth. “Goin’ to put a baby in yeh. Goin’ to.. hell, goin’ to plug your cunt an’ make sure it sticks.” He growls, teeth clashing against hers in this heated, sloppy kiss and he thinks their souls are bound in this very moment, that his seed is the source of this woman’s happiness. The two fingers he’s got on her clit are rubbing a bit faster now, he’s barely lifting his hips to really thrust, only grinding against her to edge his cock further into her cunt.
She whines against his lips, panting as her impending orgasm draws closer, the pressure in between her legs growing heavier. "Fuck, Har-Harry.." The sweet, unholy angel gasps between bated breaths, manicured claws scratching at Harry's scalp. "I'm going- I'm going to cum."
He growls, a low thrumming in the back of his throat. Emerald eyes are dilated, onyx pupils creating a black hole of lust and affection for the beauty taking his cock beneath him. "Cum f' me, baby. Cum all over my cock." Harry urges her, his two fingers on her bundle of nerves flickering and playing as she gasps sharply, features twisting up in pleasure as her orgasm washes over her body, flooding her system. Her nails claw at his head, the pinpricks of pain sending a shiver down his spine and before he can realize, his own release crashes over him like a wave, drowning, lapping over him as though he was stuck in the ocean during a storm.
"Fuck!" He swears, hips stuttering against her own. Harry's hands slide up his lover's body, grasping at her hips and the sheets around her. His head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes screwed shut as he empties himself inside of her, groaning. His body is still, sweaty, flush against his darling's as they come down from their highs as two panting messes.
"You," She begins, swallowing and catching her breath, "You should grab that plug you were talking about..."
Harry chuckles breathlessly, nodding, "Yeah. I will, jus- just let me stay here for a moment."
Wordlessly, they lay together. Unmoving, intertwined together in intimacy and adoration, minds shifting past the primal urges felt only moments before and settling into a state of bliss.
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Spreading You Open
Hi! This is a oneshot I wrote that could possibly turn into a two or three parter, if people like. It might be a bit weird, but it's an idea I had for a while. I hope you enjoy.
a/n: esthetician LHH Harry x female reader (featuring Zayn)
wc: 7590
WARNINGS: fingering, smut, female receiving oral, getting waxed, male masturbating, cursing, some flirting, angst, I think that's it. Please do not read if you are under 18.
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Your leg was bouncing in the waiting room as you mindlessly flipped through a magazine. You were going to get your first Brazilian wax today and you were very nervous. You never had anything waxed before. 
You tried not to think about it as the woman at the front desk typed away on her computer. 
Finally, a woman appeared next to the desk to call you back. "Hello," you said nervously. She greeted you and led you back to your room. 
"Alright. They should be in a few minutes. Please make yourself at home," she said. 
"Oh. You aren't doing it?" You bit your lip. 
"No. No," she chuckled. "I'm just a receptionist." 
"Oh. Ok."
Time seemed to have stopped when a soft knock tapped on the door. "Uh, come-come in." 
Who you saw standing at the door shocked you. A tall, gangly man, with piercing green eyes, a man bun, and the cutest dimples you have ever seen. "'ello," he said, giving a little wave. The man was British and made your brain go fuzzy for a second. 
"H-hi," you swallowed. 
"'M Harry. It's nice to meet ya," the man stuck out his hand and you, somehow, shook it. 
"I'm, um," you licked your lips, "uh." 
"(Y/N)," he smiled. 
"Yeah. Uh, how did you-?"
He picked up the paperwork you filled out at the desk and smirked. 
"Oh," you crossed your legs together and bit your lip. 
"Ya seem nervous. I promise it's nothing to be scared about," he assured you. 
You swallowed. "Yeah. Um. I've just never done this before."
"I get that," he nodded. "Welcome," the man then smiled, trying to ease the tension. 
You chuckled nervously. 
"So, you're here for a Brazilian?" He looked at the paperwork. 
"Um, yes…." you said in almost a whisper. 
“Man or wax?” he joked.
“What?” 
“Nevermind. It was a joke that fell flat,” he waved it off.
“Oh. Oh! I get it,” you giggled. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous.”
"That’s ok. Do ya need more time or did ya want to get started?" he asked, leaning against the table behind him and folded his arms. 
"Whatever. Um, whatever you think is best," you said. 
"Go-." Harry cleared his throat. "Good," he clapped. "Um, let's get started, shall we?"
"Ok."
"Did ya want to wear a gown, like in the hospital, or just take your pants off?" Harry asked. 
In your nervousness, you decided to clap back with a joke. "Damn. At least ask me to dinner first." 
Harry smirked and you had to look away. You cleared your throat and then answered him. "Um, I think I'll just take my pants off, if that's alright."
He gestured. "Please. Whatever you are comfortable with." 
Harry turned around to his table to get the wax and strips together as you took off your pants. You left your panties on, even though you knew you were going to have to take them off. Something just felt uncomfortable about taking them off. 
He turned back to you and you gave him a nervous smile. "All set?"
"Yeah."
He tried not to stare, but he raised an eyebrow instead. "Erm." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, but 'm gonna need the, um, panties off too." 
You bit your lip and giggled. "Yeah. I guess that would make sense, huh?"
He turned around again to give you privacy and you slipped off your panties, placing them on the chair with your jeans. 
"All done?" He asked, after a moment. 
"Yes," you said in a whisper. 
Harry turned around once again and smiled. "Great. Um. Ready?"
"Is it going to hurt?" You bit your lip. 
"'M not gonna lie to ya, (Y/N). It doesn't tickle." 
You bit your lip even harder. 
"I'd give ya my hand to hold, but I kind of need both… for the job. Um," he looked around and picked up a stress ball he had on his table, "squeeze this if ya'd like."
"Thank you," you took the toy and smiled. 
"Ok. Um. 'M gonna need ya to put your legs up in these stirrups," he cleared his throat. "'M assuming like ya do at the doctors."
"Ok," you said quietly. You scooted down and put your legs in the stirrups, suddenly feeling exposed. 
Harry mixed up the wax and encouraged you to take a deep breath. "'M gonna sit down to get a bit closer, if that's alright." 
“Um,” you swallowed. “Yeah. Do-do what you need to do.” 
Harry smiled at you and sat down with his supplies. “Now, it’s gonna be a bit hot, so… brace yourself.” 
“Ok,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling. 
Harry put the wax strip on the inside of your thigh. “This is just a test strip, so ya know what it’ll feel like and if ya want to continue.” 
“Ok,” you swallowed, licking your lips.
He pushed the strip onto your thigh and let it sit for a moment. “So… are ya going on vacation?” 
“Huh?” you asked. “Like this year?” 
“Like soon. Most people come here to get waxed for vacation,” Harry said. 
“Oh, well, no,” you cringed as he pulled the strip off. You whimpered. 
“You ok?” 
You sucked in a deep breath. “I mean, no. That really hurt, but I’ll survive.” 
“Did ya want to continue?” 
“Yes, I have to,” you said, still staring at the ceiling. 
Harry looked at your pussy. It was glistening and he could see that you were wet between your folds. Just a little bit of wetness was oozing out. He cleared his throat.
Harry went to go get more of the supplies and then wheeled his way back over in the chair to you. “Alright. This will be more sensitive than your leg since there’s more nerves… down there.” 
You nodded and closed your eyes. 
“You’ve got your squeeze ball. Squeeze it if ya need. ‘M here with ya,” he said. 
You let out a deep breath. “Ok.”
Harry put the strip on the upper part of your vagina and held it there. “So, ya were saying earlier, ya have to get waxed. What’s up with that, if ya don’t mind me asking?” 
“No, no. It’s fine. Um, well, my boyfriend said he wouldn’t go down on me unless I was smooth down there. And well, I used to shave, but it got to be a hassle,” you explained.
Harry ripped the strip off at that moment and you cursed quietly to yourself. 
“So, now he pays for this and I get… head,” you chuckled, at how stupid that sounded. 
Harry put the next strip on and his eyebrows furrowed. “He sounds like a dick.” 
You laughed to yourself. “Yeah. I guess that’s kind of dickish, but you know, a girl has needs, so what am I going to do?” 
He pulled the strip off and you squeezed the toy as you closed your eyes. “Sorry, but a real man wouldn’t care about hair.” 
“You say as you literally wax people’s hair for a living,” you chuckled.
“Hey, just because I do this as a job doesn’t mean it’s what I agree with in bed,” he said, as he put another strip on.
You were quiet for a moment as you contemplated. 
“Ready?” Harry asked. “3, 2, 1.” Rip. 
“Jesus Christ,” you said breathily. “That fucking hurts.” 
Harry shrugged. “Well, your hair is being ripped from your body, so yeah, it’s gonna hurt.” 
You humphed. “How much more do we have to do?” 
“Probably three to four more strips,” he said, smirking.
“You like seeing people in pain, don’t you?” 
“No,” he smirked again. “Just doing my job.” 
“Mmhhmm,” you said, as you put your head back down.
He finished waxing you and by the time he was done, you felt numb down there. He had one of those feather brushes to wipe off the excess hair and it tickled so much, you couldn’t help but giggle. 
Harry’s face looked red by the end and he scrunched up his nose before wiping it. “Uh, you’re all set. You can get dressed again and pay at the front.”
“Ok,” you sat up, grabbed your panties and pants and put them back on. “So, how did you get into this anyway?”
“Uh, my friend needed their legs waxed one day and were too scared to do it, so they asked me, and found out I was really good at it, and I just kind of stumbled into this job,” he shrugged. “And now I do eyebrows, lips, legs, and… more.”
“Huh,” you said, buttoning up your jeans. 
Harry turned back around to you. “Oh, a few things before ya go. I will need to see you back here in six weeks for your next appointment.” You nodded. “And…” he cleared his throat. “Your boyfriend may be all up on ya now, but I’d wait at least 24 hours to do anything because you’re definitely going to feel it. You will probably be sensitive for a day or two, especially for your first time.”
“Sure,” you smiled at him. 
Harry went to go open the door. “All set?” 
You nodded, picking up your purse. “Right. Well, then I’ll see ya in six weeks.”
You gave him a small smile and walked out the door. “Oh, wait!” you reached into your purse. “I have to give you your tip.” 
“Oh no. It’s fine,” he said, even though that was what he basically lived on. 
“It’s Zayn, my boyfriend’s money, anyway, so, it’s no biggy,” you said, reaching into your wallet and handing him $30. 
“That’s too much money (Y/N),” Harry said, trying to give you back $20. 
“Take it. And buy yourself something nice.” 
He smirked. “Thanks. And tell your boyfriend I said thanks too.” 
“Will do,” you smirked. You two just stared at each other for a few seconds. His piercing green eyes were making your knees go weak, so you had to get out of there. “Ok. Well, I’m going to go pay. Have a good day and I’ll see you soon?”
He waved. “See ya in six weeks.” 
You waved as you walked away. You went up to the counter to pay and the lady asked you how your service was. “Oh, very professional. Harry’s great.”
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she said, as she processed your payment. 
You went back to your car and drove home to your boyfriend, who couldn’t wait to give you the head you deserved.
~~~~~
When you got home, Zayn was ready to pounce on you. “I was told I have to wait 24 hours.”
"Why?"
“I don’t know. I guess I’m really sensitive or something,” you shrugged. 
“Well, can I at least see it?” he asked, like an excited puppy dog.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”
You unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your panties down with them. You stood in your bedroom with no pants on, as Zayn's mouth turned up in a smile. 
"There she is," he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "How was it?"
"It fucking hurt." 
"Well, I'll make it up to you soon," he said, kissing your neck. 
"You better." 
"Mmm." Zayn kissed down your body and looked at your newly waxed pussy. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." He leaned forward to kiss it and you jumped. 
"Z, I said we have to wait." 
"Aww, come on. How bad can it be?" He squeezed your thighs. "Can't we try?"
You rolled your eyes. "How bad can it be? My hair was fucking ripped from my skin." 
"Mmm." Zayn's hand trailed up your torso and his finger went in between your folds. "You feel ready for me. Please, baby?"
What he didn't know was that all of the wetness between your legs was there because a British man with a hot man bun had just seen everything you own an hour ago. 
"Fine," you huffed out. "But, if it's too sensitive, we're stopping." 
"Yes. Obviously." 
You both got onto the bed and stripped down. When you opened your legs, Zayn licked his lips and really admired your naked pussy. He slapped it once and you yelped. "Perfect. Looks perfect." 
You gave him a faint smile and he climbed down your body until his face was buried between your legs. Zayn was normally good at eating you out, but something felt off today. 
You looked up at the ceiling as he went to town. Harry's words kept running through your head. "Sorry, but a real man wouldn't care about hair." "He sounds like a dick." 
And maybe he was right. And now, you couldn't focus on the man that was giving you head because your mind was consumed with Harry. 
Zayn picked up his head. "You're awfully quiet up there." 
"Hmm? Sorry. Sorry. I, uh…" You chuckled. "My mind was wandering. Continue." 
Zayn got back to work, and gave you a wonderful orgasm in the end. 
~~~
When it was close to the time of your appointment, Zayn seemed to avoid your pussy area with his mouth like the plague. 
You sighed as you got changed for your appointment. It was really beginning to tick you off, especially since Zayn was insisting that you suck him off last night, and he's not shaved. 
He gave you a kiss before you left and you gave him a small smile back. 
You felt jittery the whole time you were driving to your appointment. You were embarrassed to admit that you were excited to see Harry again. 
You checked in at the front desk and then sat down on the chair in the waiting room, picking up a magazine. 
You were invested in a story about Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, when you heard a deep voice call "(Y/N)." 
Looking up, you smiled as you caught Harry's eye. "Hi." 
He returned your smile. "'Ello. How are ya?" 
Harry guided you back to the room as you made small talk. 
As Harry got his materials ready, you stripped off your bottom portion of your clothes and sat on the chair. 
You bit your lip as Harry turned around to you. "And, uh, so 'm guessing ya got," he cleared his throat,"...head." 
Your face suddenly got hot. “Um, yeah. But, you probably don’t want to hear about that.”
“Mmmm,” Harry hummed. “You would be correct.” 
“Yeah. I figured.” 
Harry cleared his throat and then looked at your legs. “Alright. Open up.” 
You shook your head as you adjusted yourself on the table. “Doesn’t any man buy a girl dinner first before he spreads her open?”
“I would, but I think your boyfriend would kill me,” Harry mumbled. 
But, you couldn’t ask him what he said as that’s when he took the wax strip off of you and you yelped. “It never stops fucking hurting.” 
Harry chuckled. “It will after about ten more sessions. Then, you’ll wish you had feeling back.” 
“No,” you shook your head as you held your hand out. “I’d rather be numb than feel this.” 
Harry handed you your stress ball and you squeezed it as he ripped another strip off. Your pussy felt like it was on fire. 
“Fuck this. I hate being a woman,” you cried. 
He ripped off one more strip before he stopped and looked at you. You sat up on your elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Want me to continue?” 
“Well, yeah. I can’t have half of me waxed and the other half not.”
“M’kay,” Harry shrugged and got back to it. By the time, he was finished, you had a small tear in your eye. However, when he brushed over you with the duster, you might have clenched, and he might have noticed. 
He cleared his throat. “Right. All set.” 
You sat up to put your pants on and Harry was turned away from you, cleaning up the supplies. 
“Thanks, Harry,” you said, putting your purse on your shoulder. You walked to him to give him his tip and he thanked you. 
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Great.”
“Ok. Well, I’ll see you in six weeks?” you asked, trying to get him to look at you. 
He did look up. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Have a good day, Harry.” 
“You too.”
You walked out and paid, leaving Harry behind for yet another six weeks.
When you were out of the building, in your car, and on the road, Harry stopped at the front desk. “Don’t have any immediate appointments, so if a walk-in comes in just know I’ll be in the bathroom.”
The receponist nodded and Harry walked briskly to the employee bathroom. 
He locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he unzipped his pants. He had to turn away from you so quickly because he was trying to hide his boner. He was fucked. Completely. And he didn’t know what to do. Well, in this instant he did. He never felt like this with a client before. He waxed pussies all day. It was nothing new. But, with you, he felt something.
So, he reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked his cock. He closed his eyes as he thought of you, all spread out for him on the table. The thoughts he was having were none like he ever had for a client. And, of course, you had to have a boyfriend. A douchebag one at that.
Harry gritted his teeth as he stroked more vigorously. “Fuck (Y/N). You don’t deserve him. You deserve me. I’d take care of you.” 
After two more minutes, Harry came in the toilet and he tried to keep his noises down to not disturb the guests. 
He was in trouble because when he got home that night, he jerked off two more times thinking of you. “God dammit.”
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Meanwhile, the next day, Zayn was all over you. “So pretty for me, mama.” He kissed down your thighs and you hummed. 
When his mouth attached to your clit, you gasped, but since you were looking at the ceiling, you pictured Harry between your legs. “God.” 
“Yeah? Feel good, baby?” 
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked. 
Honestly, for the past few weeks, everytime you and Zayn have been intimate, you thought of Harry. There was one time where you almost moaned Harry’s name. You don’t know what was wrong with you. You had a boyfriend who was giving you pretty good head at the moment, and all you could think of was some other guy that you barely knew.
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The next time you went back was around Christmas. You didn’t know if Harry celebrated, but you figured everybody celebrated something, so you brought him a gift. 
When you went back this time, you handed Harry the gift bag and he blushed. “What’s this?” 
“Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays. I’m not too sure what you celebrate,” you chuckled nervously. 
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry said, still blushing. 
“Open it,” you encouraged. 
Harry walked over to his table and took the gift out of the bag. You gave him a manly-smelling candle and a gift card to go out to eat. “(Y/N), this is too much. I can’t accept-.” 
He had turned around by that point and you were making a show of taking off your underwear. The back read “NAUGHTY” and they were red and see-through. 
Harry swallowed. “-this.” 
You pulled off your panties and made a show of it, throwing them on the chair. You saw the reaction Harry gave you. You know you had a boyfriend, but you were basically done with him, and wanted to see how Harry would react. 
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” you said, hopping up onto the chair. “You’ve been so kind to me and helpful through this whole thing.” You shrugged. “Everyone deserves a gift around the holidays.” 
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you beamed at him. Did he know your heart was beating fast in your chest? Was his?
Harry put the gift down and cleared his throat a bunch of times. Today was the wrong day to wear skinny jeans, he thought. Harry sat down and adjusted himself before he got to work. He closed his eyes for a few seconds. 
“Are you ok?” you wondered when he didn’t react.
He took in a sharp breath. “I will be,” he said breathily. 
Harry tried to clear what he just saw out of his head and waxed you. 
In between your skin being ripped from your body, you tried to make conversation with him. You wanted to get to know him better. “So, who are you going to take to dinner with you?” 
“Hmm?” he asked as he ripped a strip off you. “Sorry.” 
“No, it’s ok. I just wondered. The gift card. Are you going to take your girlfriend for a nice dinner?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” 
“Well, maybe your boyfriend then,” you hoped you weren’t stepping over the line.
Harry chuckled. “Not one of them either.” 
“Oh. Well, maybe you could go by yourself. But, that’s kind of lonely. A friend or your mom, may be a good option.”
“I’ll think about it,” he ripped another piece off. “Thanks again, (Y/N).”
“Sure. Any-anytime,” you said, squeezing the stress ball. 
Harry asked you what you were doing for Christmas. “We’re hosting at our apartment. It’s so small, but we wanted to do it. Me and Zayn have been together for almost four years and we’ve never hosted, so,” you shrugged.
“That sounds nice,” he said, forcefully ripping the strip off you. 
“Yeah,” you cringed. “What about you?” 
“What about me?”
“What do you do for Christmas?” you wondered. 
Harry pulled the last strip off you and you whimpered. 
“Oh, m’ family is back in the UK, so I don’t really do much,” he shrugged, rolling his chair away and putting the supplies away.
“You’re alone on Christmas?” you wondered as you grabbed your pants and put them back on.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten used to it.”
“No, friends?” you wondered.
“They do their own things,” Harry shrugged. 
“Well, that’s not very nice.”
“‘S fine,” he said, turning back around to you once he knew you were dressed again. He gave you a faint smiled and wondered why you were still standing there.
You bit your lip. “Would you want to come to Christmas at my place? You totally don’t have to. I know that’s weird,” you stammered. “But, I just don’t like people being alone on Christmas.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t.” 
“Please,” you pouted out your lip, which made Harry’s breath hitch. 
“(Y/N). I can’t. You barely know me,” he shook his head. “What if I’m a mass murderer?”
“You haven’t murdered me yet. I know it’s risky, but I’m just trying to be nice,” you shrugged. 
Harry smirked. 
“Please.”
He looked up at you. “I mean if you have to beg me, then fine,” he smirked.
“Yay!” you leaned down to hug him. You pulled away gently. “Um, sorry. That was… weird.” 
“It’s ok, (Y/N),” Harry chuckled. 
You cleared your throat. “So, I’ll see you Sunday?” 
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Anytime after 3. Dinner is at 5:30,” you told him.
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
“Ok. Bye,” you said, as you walked out the door. 
Harry raised his hand to wave.
“Oh,” you turned around again. “Give me your phone.” 
“Hmm?” He asked, taking his phone out of his back pocket. 
“My address.” 
“Right,” Harry chuckled nervously.
You left and Harry let out a big breath, running his hands down his face. He was just about to lock up for the day when he noticed a piece of red material still sitting on the chair. You forgot your panties. He quickly ran out of the room, but by the time he got to the lobby, you were gone. 
He went back in and delicately picked up the underwear. He felt the material of them and then saw the big wet stain in the middle of them. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. He looked around the empty room and then stuck his nose in your panties, inhaling your scent. “Christ,” he eyes rolled back in his head. He breathed in your scent once again and then had to stop himself. “Oh, fuck me.” 
He put your panties in his back pocket and gathered up his things before heading out for the holiday break. The receptionist said bye to him, but Harry barely heard him as his ears were ringing and he walked out the door. He couldn’t get home fast enough. To, uh, definitely not think of you.
~~~~~~~~~~
As you were setting up the table for Christmas dinner, your stomach was in knots. You don’t know why, but having Harry in your house made you feel giddy. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face. 
You had everything set up and went back in the kitchen to mash the potatoes when Zayn came, slapped your butt, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He had been sitting down all day, watching football, which made you a bit mad because this was his idea, yet you were doing all the work. 
“Look at you in your sexy dress,” Zayn growled. “Are you sure we don’t have time to fool around?” 
“Babe, no. I still have so much to make.”
“Later then,” he said, giving one more slap to your butt before going to sit down. 
Honestly, sex with Zayn lately made you want to barf. You’ve been thinking about Harry every day since you invited him over. You told Zayn that you invited your esthetician, and he thought it was a little weird, but you told him they were alone on Christmas and you felt bad. He shrugged and said ok. But, you withheld the information that the person who waxed your most intimate parts was a guy.
~~~~
Harry was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He couldn’t go, right? He barely knew you. Your whole family, and your boyfriend, would be there. He sighed. But, then if I don’t go, she might hate me forever.
So, he sucked it up, threw on a Christmas sweater, dress pants, and boots, brushed his teeth, sprayed himself in cologne, made sure his hair looked nice, and headed out. He was nervous, so he left super early. So, Harry decided to stop at the market and pick up something to bring. That was a bad idea. The market was insanely filled with people, last-minute people just like him. 
He had no idea what to bring. Cookies, cake, dip. There was too much. He picked up brownies covered in peppermint. As he got up to the counter, Harry realized, he should probably bring a gift for the hostess, so he got out of line picked up a middle of the line wine and a poinsettia. He then got back in line, checked out, and sat in his car for an unreasonable long time, just so he wouldn’t be the first one there.
~~~~~~
Most of your family was here now. Of course, Zayn was no help, so you and your mom ran around the kitchen, getting everything ready. You were getting worried because it was almost 5 o’clock and Harry wasn’t there yet. 
As you set the table, your doorbell rang. A smile appeared on your face as you assumed it was Harry. You ran to the door and opened it. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Harry with messy hair and a Christmas sweater. 
“Oi. ‘M underdressed,” he said, as he took in your dress. He stared for a little too long you noticed.
“No no! I just like to dress up, especially when I’m hosting. Merry Christmas! Come in,” you rambled. 
Harry handed you the poinsettia and the wine. “Um, I brought brownies. I hope that’s alright.” 
“They look delicious,” you said, a smile on your face. “Thank you. Please, make yourself at home.”
Harry nodded and rolled up his sleeves. He followed you into the kitchen. “Do ya need any help?” 
Your mom picked her head up and smiled at the man in the doorway. “Hello.”
“Mom, this is Harry. He… waxes me,” you chuckled. Harry blushed. 
“Hi, Harry,” she smiled. 
“Hello.” 
“Um,” you blushed. “Could you put these rolls on the table?”
“Sure,” he took the basket from you and laid them on the table. You finished up in the kitchen when you heard commotion from the dining room.
“You’re WHO?” you heard Zayn yell.
He then stomped into the kitchen and took your arm, dragging you into the hallway. “Who the fuck is that in our dining room?” 
“That’s Harry,” you said. 
“Right. And who is he?” 
“My esthetician,” you swallowed. 
“The man who waxes you,” he said.
“Yes.” 
“So, you lied to me,” Zayn said, crossing his arms.
“I never lied to you.” 
“You never told me he was a man,” Zayn pointed out.
“You never asked!” you shouted, but then lowered your voice.
“No one should be looking at your pussy except me and your doctor,” Zayn was furious now. 
“He’s just doing this job!”
“No,” Zayn chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s a perv, who tries to get with women by having this job.” 
“Harry is not a perv!” 
“Whatever. You’re not going back to him,” Zayn warned. 
You scoffed. “Yes, I am.” 
“No. You’re not.” 
“You can’t stop me!”
“Well, then I won’t give you head if you keep going to him,” your boyfriend threatened. 
You laughed. “Good. I don’t need you anyway.” 
You walked away and back out to where your guests were. They were all quiet and Harry was standing by the door. You looked at him. “‘M gonna go. Thanks for the invite.”
“No!” you ran to him. “No, you’re staying.” 
“I don’t think your boyfriend wants me here, (Y/N).” 
“I don’t care,” you swallowed. “I want you here.”
Harry tried to pull away from your embrace. “Please.” 
As you begged Harry to stay, Zayn was zooming past you with his coat on. “I’m not coming back until he’s gone, so call me when you’ve got your head on straight, (Y/N).” 
“That’s ok. ‘M going,” Harry said.
“No!” 
Both guys turned around. Did they know who you were talking to? Did you?
Zayn shook his head and stormed out, slamming the door. Harry grabbed the doorknob and you pulled him back. “Harry, please stay. I want you here.” 
“I think you should go talk to your boyfriend, (Y/N).” 
“Dinner’s ready,” your mom said, placing the last item on the table.
“Please just stay for dinner,” you begged. 
Harry nodded. You walked over with him to the table and sat down. Dinner was kind of awkward. There was no chatter at first, but then one of your younger cousins made a comment about Harry’s sweater, everyone laughed, and then the chatter began.
You smiled at him as you passed him the mashed potatoes. “Thanks.”
Dinner went by quickly and Harry offered to clean up. “That’s really not necessary,” you said, taking the dishes from his hands. 
“It is. You invited me and I caused a scene, so… it’s the least I can do.”
You laughed. “You didn’t cause a scene. No. That was all Zayn.”
“Yeah, but if I hadn't come, you wouldn't have fought.”
“Oh, believe me. It was bubbling up anyway,” you said, scrubbing a dish. “He’s just…” you sighed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this, it's not your fault.” 
“No. It’s ok,” Harry said, picking up a dish and washing it out. 
“I’m glad you came,” you said, looking up at him. Your arms brushed and your lower belly was suddenly on fire. 
“Thanks for inviting me.” 
“Sure,” you smiled. “Sorry it was mass chaos.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve seen worse.” 
You smiled and looked down. Your face was getting impossibly hot around him. When the dishes were done, Harry was going to go, but your mom insisted he should stay and try her blueberry pie. 
“‘S my favorite,” he mumbled. 
You smiled, cutting him a piece. “Well, then you have to stay.”
You opened up the wine he brought and poured whoever wanted one a glass. You needed to take the edge off. 
Dessert was finished and this was the portion where everyone exchanged gifts. Harry decided to head out because he “didn’t want to make it awkward.” You packed him some leftovers before he left.
“I’ll walk you out,” you said. You walked with Harry to the door. You felt the wine kicking in and you hummed. You thanked him for bringing the dessert, wine, and flowers. “I’m really glad you came.” 
“Me too,” he said, staring into your eyes as you stood outside your front door. You stared a little too long into each other’s eyes before Harry cleared his throat.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, reaching into his back pocket. “Ya forgot these the other day,” he held up your panties. 
You snatched them away quickly, looking around. “Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed.” 
“I thought they were festive,” Harry smirked. 
You put them behind your back. “I’ll be more careful next time.” 
“I didn’t mind,” Harry smirked. 
You chuckled nervously. “Well, Merry Christmas, Harry.” 
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Thanks for the invite and the leftovers.” 
“Anytime,” you smiled. 
“Don’t tempt me,” he winked. 
And you felt a feeling inside of you that you haven’t felt in a long time with Zayn. You bit your lip. Man, you shouldn’t have had that wine. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. This took Harry by surprise and he cleared his throat a few times. “Well, thanks again. I’ll- I’ll see ya in five weeks.” 
You nodded and Harry walked to his car. You waved as he pulled away and you felt almost giddy inside. When you came back inside, most of the gift exchange was over, but your pile was still sitting there. 
As you opened yours up, your mom came to sit next to you. “He is very handsome,” she said, sipping her wine. 
“Who?”
“Harry,” she smiled. 
“Yeah. I suppose so.” 
“And he was a big help. More help than Zayn was,” she pointed out. 
You bit your lip as you opened up a gift card from your Aunt Helen. “He was.” 
“I’m just saying,” she smirked, sipping her wine. 
“I know, Mom. I know.” 
You opened up the rest of your gifts, your guests started to head home, and you cleaned up. And at 10:13, Zayn came crawling back in. “Hi.” 
You didn’t answer him though. You had just gotten out of the shower, and into your comfy pajamas for the night. You flipped through the TV channels and Zayn walked over and sat on the couch next to you. “Baby. Hi.” 
“Don’t call me baby,” you said, settling on The Miracle on 34th Street.
“I overreacted. I know. I’m sorry. I ruined Christmas,” Zayn sighed. 
You snorted. 
“But, another man shouldn’t be looking at you down there like that,” Zayn went on.
“He’s not ‘looking at me like that.’ He is doing his job because you are too fucking chauvinistic to have a girlfriend who has a little bit of hair down there. News flash, you have plenty,” you raised your voice. 
Zayn scoffed. “Well, sorry I don’t like to get hair in my mouth.” 
“And you think I do?” 
“Well, I-.” 
You held up your hand. “You embarrassed me today. In front of my family and… guests.” 
“Baby, I’m sorry.” 
You shook your head. “I don’t think you should stay here.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you here,” you shook your head again, trying to stop the tears from flowing. 
“Honey. Come on now,” Zayn pleaded. “Couples fight, but you know… we can work it out.” 
You looked down at your hands. “I think we should break up.”
“Baby. What? No!” 
You nodded. “Yes. I don’t- I don’t love you like that anymore.” 
“Is this because of that Henry guy? I’ll kill him,” Zayn said, getting up.
“Harry. And no. We’ve been growing apart for a while. Can’t you see it?” 
“No,” he breathed through his nose. “No. You always do this. You make it like everything is my fault.” 
But, you weren’t listening anymore. You had your head down and tears fell onto your lap. 
Zayn noticed after a minute or so. “Fine. You want me to go? I’ll go.” He got up, packed a small bag, put his coat back on, and left out the door, slamming it. 
You sobbed into your hands. You knew it was the right thing to do, but breakups were hard either way. You grabbed the plate of brownies Harry brought and scarfed them down.
~~~~~
Those five weeks seemed to have gone by slowly. You were a lot happier without Zayn around. He came by before New Year’s and moved a lot of his stuff out. You heard through a friend that he moved in with a girl he met at the bar that night he left. Typical. Can’t be on his own for one second. 
This is the first time you would be seeing Harry since Christmas, since the break up. And you were suddenly nervous. 
When Harry called you back for your appointment, you suddenly got very hot. You followed Harry into the room and hopped up on the table. As Harry prepared everything that he needed for your appointment, you kicked your legs back and forth.
“Quiet today,” Harry smirked, looking back at you. 
You bit your lip. “I have to tell you something and I’m nervous about it.”
Harry turned around, the wax being mixed in his hand. “What’s wrong, darling? I don’t bite.”
You giggled, but then you turned serious again. “This is my last appointment.” 
Harry suddenly got stiff. “Oh. Did that boyfriend of yours have a change of heart?”
You cleared your throat. “No. Actually. We-we broke up. And I can’t afford this anymore.”
“Oh,” Harry said, turning around. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
You shrugged. “It’s fine. I cried once and got over it. He didn’t treat me right.”
“Yeah. But, it’s still hard,” Harry put a reassuring hand on your leg as he sat down. “Especially if you’ve been together for a long time.”
“Thanks,” you grabbed onto his hand. 
Harry got distracted for a second, playing with the ring on your middle finger. “Can I ask you something?” 
“What’s that?”
“If you’re not with him anymore, why’d you come back?”
You smiled. “Well, I couldn’t just not come back and leave you wondering.” 
A smile grew on Harry’s face. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” 
You bit your lip. “Something like that.”
Harry stood up. “So, did ya still want the wax then?” 
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I need a professional opinion.” 
“Mmm. You think so?” 
“Mmmhmm.” You unbuttoned your jeans as Harry stepped back to give you space. You pulled your jeans and your panties down, leaving the bottom half of you naked in front of Harry once again. 
You spread your legs for him, and this time, Harry didn’t feel guilty about looking. “What do you think?” 
What did Harry think? He swallowed. You were definitely wet. He had to close his eyes and breathe in through his nose to calm himself. When he opened them, you made eye contact. Your eyes were dark and you were biting your lip. Fuck.
You reached down and ran your hand up your pussy, feeling the slight hair there. “I don’t think it’s too bad, right?” 
Harry had to sit down or he would’ve fallen on the floor. “‘S perfect,” he whispered, as he rolled his chair towards you. 
He grabbed onto your thigh as he watched the wetness ooze out of you. 
“Oh, stop being such a gentleman,” you said. 
“What?” Harry said, snapping out of his daze, and looking up at you. 
“I know you want to touch it. And I’m telling you to.” 
“You sure?” he swallowed, looking back down at your pussy. 
“You can see by my reaction, that clearly I want you to,” you pointed down to where you were leaking on the table. 
“Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath. He looked towards the door. “What if we get caught?” 
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” 
Harry pinched the inside of your thigh and smirked. “You’re a minx.” 
You giggled. 
“Are you sure?” Harry ran his hands over your legs. “You’re going through a breakup.” 
“Harry, can I be honest with you?” 
“I wish you would be. Yes,” he said.
“I’ve wanted you to do this since I first met you,” you bit your lip.
“Fuck,” Harry whispered. 
“Have you?” 
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Not gonna lie. I’ve thought about you every day since our first session.” 
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” you gestured.
Harry spread your legs even more, putting them in the holsters. He took in the sight of you one more time before running his ring-clad finger down your slit. You moaned and Harry smirked. “Is that alright, darling?” 
Your eyelashes fluttered as you nodded. Harry smiled. He took his pointer finger and middle finger and spread you open. “Fuck. Look at you. Bet you never got this wet for your boyfriend, hmm?” 
You shook your head. “He never made me this wet.” 
Harry tsk’d. “Shame. He missed out on a pretty sight.” 
You bit your lip as Harry ran the two fingers that were holding you open down your wetness. He then made eye contact with you when his thumb ran over your clit. You gasped and your chest started to heave as he sped his finger up. “Har-.”
He smiled. “Let it out, love. Tell me if it feels good, yeah?” 
You nodded quickly. “Feels really really good.” 
“Good,” Harry said, as he watched you clench around nothing. “Fuck.”
As his thumb circled your clit, he inserted two fingers into you. “Did you want me to take the rings off?” 
“No no!” you said quickly. “Please leave them on.”
Harry chuckled. “Alright. They’re staying on.”
When he pushed his two longest fingers inside of you, you whimpered. Zayn never felt this good, even with his cock.
Harry loved watching your face as he kept his pace up. “Just tell me if you need me to stop at any point,” he smirked.
“No! Don’t stop. Please never stop,” you babbled. 
He chuckled. “Never? Alright.” He sped up his fingers and when you clenched around them, Harry moaned. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Harry, please,” you put your head back on the table you were sitting on.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you beg for me.”
You whined. 
“You can cum for me, if you want darling. Know it’s probably achy,” he gave you puppy-dog eyes.
He pumped his fingers in you a few more times and soon your legs were shaking. 
“That’s it. Come on now, beautiful.”
One, two, three clenches and you were cumming on his fingers.
“Fuck,” you said, as you felt a wonderous high. Something that you hadn’t felt in a while because you had been faking it with Zayn for a while.
Harry made sure you were okay and had calmed down before he pulled his fingers out. They were soaked. He looked at them, smirked, and then put them in his mouth. You sat up on your elbows and watched as he sucked your cum off his fingers. He moaned loudly. You watched as he licked his fingers until they were completely clean.
He stood up and put his forehead against yours. “Fuck. You taste so good.”
Harry then took you by surprise when he attached his lips to yours. You draped your arms on his shoulders and Harry squeezed your side as your tongues danced together. You made out for about five minutes until Harry pulled away. 
Your foreheads were still connected when you whispered, “Wanna taste me for real?”
“What? One orgasm wasn’t enough?” he joked. 
You giggled. 
Harry squeezed your hand. “I think I want to take you on a date first, before we go any further.” 
“A date, huh?” you asked, as you put your panties and pants back on.
“Yeah,” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “If- if that’s alright.” 
You nodded. “I’d like that.” 
“Good,” he blushed and cleared his throat. 
“What did you have in mind?” 
“Well, I have this gift card that a client gave me to go out to eat…”
You smirked. “I do love Italian food.”
Harry smiled. “It’s settled then.”
“Saturday?” 
“Saturday,” he smiled.
You hoped down and gave him a peck before leaving. “Oh, I forgot your tip.” 
Harry held up his hands. “Believe me, that,” he gestured to the table. “Was the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” 
You bit your lip. “Are you sure? I can give you money.” 
Harry shook his head and opened the door for you. “‘M positive. And tell Mindy at the desk that I am giving you the friends and family coupon for a free session.” 
“Harry, no. You need to get paid for it.”
“For what?” he whispered in your ear. “Giving you an orgasm?”
You smiled. “You still need to get paid.” 
“Just– tell her what I told you.”
“Fine.” You walked out the room and turned around to see Harry leaning against the door frame, staring at you. “Bye.” 
“See ya Saturday.” 
You nodded and then went to the front desk to tell the nice lady what Harry told you. Your stomach was already fluttering just thinking about Saturday.
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in which Harry is grumpy and mean to Y/N, who's just shy and trying to get through the day, and they're both teaching assistants for the same class.
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content warnings/author's notes: h being a dick, grumpy h x soft girl trope <;3 part two will be posted a week from today!
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Y/N thinks Harry hates her. 
Which is kind of silly, really, because they didn't even know each other prior to being assigned as teaching assistants to the same literary seminar. They roam in two completely different circles and never would have crossed paths if not for the fact that Y/N is an English major and Harry got an A- in the course last year. 
Y/N's initially really excited that Professor Donnolly asked her to be one of her TAs. At their first one-on-one meeting together, she lets Y/N know that there will be one other TA this semester since it's such a large class, but this isn't concerning to her. She's quiet and introverted and an expert at keeping to herself, and she's far more focused on helping students in the seminar and building up her resume. 
So, she's generally pretty careless about the whole thing until Harry strolls in on the first day. He's dressed in all black, a tattered band tee decorating his torso, inky tattoos covering his arms, and a coffee in hand. He doesn't even have a backpack with him, which Y/N finds weird — she'd spent the previous night printing out worksheets and contact information for her batch of students, all of which were neatly filed in a folder in her bag. 
He plops down next to her at the front of the lecture hall and pulls his phone out. Y/N isn't typically very nosey, but she can't help that as she sits there, anxiously awaiting for the class to begin, she notices just about 20 missed texts lighting up his screen. She doesn't think she receives that many messages in a week. 
Because she's shy, she's hesitant to introduce herself, but maybe he doesn't realize there's another TA for the course despite sitting down right next to her. So she clears her throat and nervously picks at a loose string on her knitted cardigan before mustering up the courage to say something. 
"Hi," her voice is scratchy since it's the first time she's said anything all morning, aside from ordering an iced vanilla latte at the on-campus cafe, "I'm Y/N. Are you the other TA for this semester?"
Harry peers up at her with a glaring look. His eyes are so piercing that it almost makes her jump under his gaze. 
"Yeah, I'm Harry. Please don't continue this conversation, I'm hungover."
Y/N's jaw snaps closed at his bluntness, a warm blush encasing her entire body. She's so embarrassed that it physically hurts — and it's enough of a reason to stay quiet every time she sees Harry, twice a week at the seminar.
Weeks go by and nothing changes, the pair seemingly fine with their lack of verbal communication. Every now and then they'll have to physically interact, whether it be passing papers or the one time Harry held the door open for Y/N when they were leaving the lecture hall. She's surprised he didn't purposely slam it in her face.
She'll admit, it bothers her just a tad, but it's just another facet of her personality — an incessant need to people-please — that she scribbles down in her planner as a reminder to bring up in therapy sometime soon.
On Tuesday after class has ended, she's packing up her things, her back to Harry when Professor Donnolly strolls over to their table, the sound of her pumps clacking against the tiled floor. 
"Harry, Y/N, are you two available right now?"
In any other instance, Y/N would find a reason to be busy — her social battery is drained from today's workshopping class, where she went around discussing thesis statements with her assigned group of students — but this TA gig matters to her, especially after she did some online digging on Professor Donnolly and found out she has connections at multiple publishing firms Y/N could only dream of working at. So she sucks it up and bears herself for whatever her presence is needed for, even if it means being around Harry.
"I'm free," Y/N replies and Harry grunts out some form of affirmative answer. 
"Great!" Donnolly claps her hands together, "So listen, I'm seriously behind in going through these outlines and they need to be graded and handed back by Thursday's class. Do you guys think you could make a dent in the stack this afternoon? You could use my office while I teach this next lecture."
The thought of sitting in an office alone with Harry sounds absolutely humiliating, but to her surprise, he's the one that agrees to it before she even has a chance to run it through her brain. She zones out while Donnolly hands Harry the keys to her office, providing instructions on where the papers and rubric are, before he's turning on his heel and heading in the direction of the English department. Y/N scrambles and throws her bag over her shoulder, her chunky oxfords squeaking as she rushes to catch up to Harry. 
"You don't have to join me," Harry grumbles once she finally reaches him so they're walking side by side, "I'm perfectly capable of grading these outlines by myself." 
With a wrinkle in her brow, Y/N hugs her backpack strap closer to her body. "She asked both of us, so I'm helping."
"Yeah, but she doesn't have to know if you duck out to do whatever shit you do in your free time. Volunteering with the elderly or summat."
He mutters the last part under his breath, but Y/N hears it. Pain quickly zips through her stomach but it's gone just as quickly as it entered. 
"I don't volunteer with the elderly," is her final comeback, albeit mumbled as they reach Donnolly's office. Harry stuffs the key in the lock and twists the door open before flicking the lights on and zeroing in on the stack of papers on her desk. 
"Right, well, you act like a fuckin' church mouse, so apologies if my assumptions are a bit off." 
Y/N huffs and drops her bag on the cushiony couch. She doesn't even know Harry, so what gives him the right to talk about her like that?
"You're the one that told me not to talk to you on the first day," Y/N says pointedly, walking over to where he stands with the papers in hand, "I'm only doing what you asked of me. And don't call me a church mouse, you don't know anything about me."
She snatches the folder from him and halves the papers as he cackles from above. She can't help but notice that he towers over her, and it makes her swallow nervously. 
"You took that seriously? Jesus, you need to lighten up. Haven't you ever been hungover before?"
Y/N rolls her eyes as she sits down on the couch, folding her legs so her skirt doesn't ride up. She digs in her bag for her favorite red pen, fetching it from her pouch of writing utensils.
"Oh wait, you probably haven't. Because you're a church mouse." 
Y/N grits her teeth. She's never had someone care to provoke her this much and it's so annoying. Harry is so annoying!
"Can you please stop?" She says softly, removing the cap from her pen. "You don't have to be mean to me just because you don't like me." 
"How do you know whether I like you or not?" Harry scoffs as he sits down at Donnolly's desk, "I don't even know you." 
Y/N has to admit, that one hurts. So instead of responding, she swallows the lump forming in her throat and starts to read over Amanda Mai's outline. 
Harry doesn't bother her again that day. In fact, he doesn't even say goodbye when he's done. 
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The following weeks go similarly. 
Donnolly stops them both after class with some ask of grading papers or outlines or otherwise, claiming that she thinks they work well together, which Y/N thinks is some cruel joke from the universe. Every time her and Harry walk the familiar route to her office in silence, she wonders what she did wrong in her life and what bullshit karma she's on the receiving end of. 
At a certain point, she wonders if someone has made a voodoo doll of her just to torture her, especially when she thinks Harry's finally skipping one of their grading sessions together, only to find his tongue down some sorority girl's throat. He nearly pushes the girl off of him when he notices Y/N's unintentionally interrupted their makeout session. She holds back a snicker when she hears the girl ask what his problem is as she unlocks the door.
"Gotta go," Harry tells the girl lowly, brushing past her to follow Y/N into the office. The girl garbles out a surprised "what?" just as Harry's shutting the door and plopping down at Donnolly's desk chair. 
It's quiet for a moment and Y/N debates saying anything, knowing that however she chooses to approach the situation — whether she ignore the confused, pissed off girl outside or comment on Harry's apparent distaste for her — he'll dole out some rude response. 
She rolls her lips into her mouth as she passes him his half of the papers, eventually settling on, "You probably shouldn't bring your girlfriend to your job. It's unprofessional, I think, and you both could've gotten in trouble."
Harry chuckles dryly and Y/N immediately regrets her decision. 
"Mind your business, little mouse." he mutters, but not before he utters something out under his breath. "She's not my girlfriend either."
Y/N nods slowly and lowers her eyes to the assignment in front of her. Today, they're working on editing the first drafts of the class' papers, which is guaranteed to take hours. She grimaces as she reads over Ty Baker's introduction, realizing that she has a hefty load of grading ahead of her. 
When she pulls out her pencil case from her bag, she hears Harry scoff from across the room. Mentally, she hopes it's due to the poor writing he's reading, but she knows she's wrong.
"Do you always wear shit like that?" he sneers. A hot flush instantly pulverizes her body, making her feel embarrassed and self-conscious within seconds. 
She doesn't reply, but of course — of course — Harry continues. 
"I mean, seriously, how old are you? 23? 24? And you come to campus in little skirts and cardigans and those stupid Doc Martens. Are you trying to look half your age?" 
Y/N swallows harshly, attempting to focus on the words on the page. If she ignores him, he'll stop eventually. Harry thrives on her attempting to fight back. 
"Are you even gonna defend yourself?" Harry spits, leaning back in Donnolly's chair, "Kind of pathetic, really—"
Y/N's head snaps up, tears blurring her vision. She sniffles and looks at him, the embarrassment now overwhelming when his face falls, realizing that he's made her cry. 
"Please stop," Y/N says in a watery voice, "You're just being mean."
Harry stares her down with low eyes, his raspberry lips slighted parted. She can feel his intimidating gaze even as she tries to redirect her attention back to Ty's draft, attempting to blink the salty tears away. She thinks she's made it through until a shudder racks through her body, a sad and involuntary quiver sounding from her chest.
The room is dead silent so she knows Harry hears it, and she wants nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself alive. It would be better than having to face the fact that Harry made her cry over rude comments. 
She braces herself for another tongue lashing but instead, he stands from the desk, grabs his things, and rushes out of the room, leaving Y/N sitting on the couch by herself with tear-stained cheeks. 
She wonders if she's ever been this embarrassed before in her life.
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Y/N spends the weekend wondering if she can ask Donnolly to transfer her to another section.
As she cuddles with her kitten, Ginger, on the couch, binge-watching episode upon episode of Love Island, she contemplates how to approach the situation. 
"Ging, what do you think I should do?" she murmurs to the orange cat perched on her thighs, "He's kind of awful and he's so mean to me, I don't understand why. I never see him act that way with anyone else. I don't think I did anything to him."
Ginger meows.
"Okay, meow again if you think I should try to move to Donnolly's other seminar."
The kitten jumps off her legs and traipses to her food bowl. Y/N lets out a sigh and falls to the side face-first into a mess of throw pillows.
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On Tuesday morning, Harry is tired.
He stayed up way too late last night and Jenna wouldn't stop blowing up his phone, wondering where he was over the weekend and asking if he wanted to come over and hookup.
(It was a Monday for Christ's sake, and she clearly couldn't take a hint — if he hadn't replied to her last five texts, why on earth would he want to go and get his dick wet now?
He realizes that he's done worse, so he takes it back.)
He typically spends his weekends ambling through parties and bars with his mates. Jenna is just one of his current and most reliable hookups, and he clearly made a mistake by tonguing her in public last week while he waited for Y/N to unlock Donnolly's office. It had been a spur of the moment rendezvous — Jenna happened to be walking through the English department just as Harry was, and she surged towards him for a kiss that quickly grew to a heated makeout once she stuck her tongue in his mouth. 
Harry was weak and rarely one to turn down a midday hookup, but the second he heard Y/N's clunky footsteps (those Doc Marten oxfords she wore were a dead giveaway), he tore apart from Jenna. 
Because of their public snog session, he assumes that she thinks their arrangement is something more. And she couldn't be more wrong, because ever since Thursday afternoon, all he's been able to think about is Y/N.
He doesn't even know why. She's quiet and shy and the complete opposite of any girl he's ever been attracted to. She rarely even fights back when he tries to rile her up, which he thought would be fun, but then he went and made her fucking cry last week and now he feels like the worst person to walk the planet.
In hindsight, Harry knows he was a fucking dick to her on Thursday. He doesn't know what it is about her, but it annoys him that she's so shy. She's smart and pretty and sweet and he doesn't know why she doesn't see that, instead opting for quietness and soft smiles and a constant hope that no one will notice her. 
Harry very much notices her, and it makes him grumpy.
So on Tuesday morning, he decides that he's going to attempt to make it up to her. He can't promise that he won't be rude, but when he makes his daily stop at his favorite coffee shop, he orders his own drink and hers, an iced vanilla oat milk latte. He hopes that she also didn't grab one before class but figures that at the very least, the effort would be appreciated. Maybe.
And Harry is actually kind of... nervous as he strolls into the lecture hall. He usually arrives a minute or two before class starts but today he's a whopping 10 minutes early, giving tight smiles to the students that wave hello to him. He's surprised that Y/N isn't there yet though he's never been this early before — maybe she likes to get there with five minutes to spare, even if she strikes him as an obsessively early type of person.
His eyebrows furrow when Donnolly enters the room and greets Harry with a grin, setting her things up at the podium. Clearing his throat, he tries to seem as normal as possible as he glances at the clock at the back of the hall. 
"Where's Y/N?" he asks, turning to look at Donnolly. 
The professor glances down at Harry, who's sitting at the TA table, his leg bouncing. He's clutching his own coffee cup and Y/N's is next to him, but now the plastic cup is beading with condensation and sweating onto the wooden desk.
"She's not feeling well today," Donnolly replies casually, her eyes peering over to the extra coffee on the table, "She said she'll try to make it to grading this afternoon, but I told her that wouldn't be necessary if she needs time to rest."
Harry coughs awkwardly and nods, ignoring the pang of guilt zip through his heart.
Donnolly purses her lips before clearing her throat and typing something on her laptop. "You have her number, right? I haven't had a chance to check on her but I want to make sure she's doing alright. Would you mind?" 
"I don't have her number, no." 
She hums and nods, "I just emailed it to you." 
Harry goes to reply, but Donnolly is already clapping her hands to announce the start of class.
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Harry can't stop staring at Y/N's phone number.
At this point, he knows he's being a total and utter weirdo. Donnolly gave it to him to check on her, but instead of texting her, he opens her email and stares at the 10 digits until they blur together. He types it in his phone twice but can't decide on what to say. He knows it doesn't have to be a big deal — he's never been this stressed over having a girl's number before! And besides the fact, this isn't even that kind of deal, it's Y/N. 
Silly, stupid Y/N, who he can't stop thinking about, who he feels bad for being mean to, who he wishes came to class today so he could give her her dumb iced latte but instead had to throw out the melted, watered down beverage.
He doesn't text her, but he does the next logical step of looking her up on social media. Of course, her Instagram profile is on private and she hasn't posted on Twitter in five years. He tries to find any public trace of her online only to come up empty, so he groans and leans back against his pillows, pulls up the empty text thread and pastes her number in. 
It takes him four rewrites and 10 minutes of agony to finally land on: Hey. Donnolly asked me to see how you're doing.
Harry wants to throw his phone across the room but he resists, instead clutching it tightly in his palm. It buzzes a moment later and he nearly yelps to see her number on his screen. 
who is this?
"Oh my god," he grunts, slapping a hand over his forehead, "I didn't even say it was me!"
Grumbling, he quickly types back. It's Harry. She said you weren't feeling well.
He keeps the text thread up and watches as the speech bubble appears, then fades away. It happens three times before she replies. 
yea I have a migraine. im fine thanks
Harry swallows. His mouth dries as he tries to figure out how he can continue the conversation but she's really not giving him anything to go off of. He can't say he blames her, though.
Do you need anything?
Again, the three dots pop up on his screen and disappear twice more. 
no thank you
This time, he replies quickly: Do you think you'll be able to attend class on Thursday? If not, I can bring you the papers you have left to grade so you don't fall too behind.
He figures that's a decent response — maybe one that warrants more than three words, and he even wonders if it portrays his attempt to patch things up. 
if i need anything im capable of doing it myself. 
Harry sighs and locks his phone. He definitely deserves this.
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On Thursday, Y/N doesn't show up to class again. 
And at this point, Harry is ready to call her up or text her, or even email her to demand some answers. He's not sure what answers he's looking for — she said she had a migraine on Tuesday, but how could she still be dealing with it two days later? — but he's annoyed that she's not here. 
When class is over, Donnolly wordlessly hands her keys to him. He flashes her a tight small, dumps the rest of his coffee, and walks the short distance to her office, stewing in his anger. Had he really been that mean? He didn't think so; he knew he was a dick and yeah, he still regrets making her cry, but was it worth missing two days of class? She'll be so behind in grading, what's the point in even being a teaching assistant if she's just going to—
Harry's face wrinkles in confusion when he approaches the small office space, noticing that the lamp is already on, radiating a warm glow from the corner. The door is unlocked, too, which Donnolly never does. 
"Go fuckin' figure," he mutters to himself, prepared to have to deal with some sort of English department break-in, when he pushes the door open to find Y/N inside, sprawled out across the blue velvet sofa with her pink cardigan bunched up over her eyes.
He's immediately perplexed, and he wouldn't know it's Y/N if not for those clunky Doc Martens on her feet. Instead of her usual Levi jeans or rotation of mini skirts, she's wearing leggings and a baggy t-shirt over her form, her hair tied up and flopped over her head.
He can't tell if she's awake or not, so he very quietly shuts the door behind him. Her lips part and she takes a deep breath, her hand flying up to her temples with a wince.
"Y/N?" Harry whispers, dropping Donnolly's keys on her desk. 
"Leave me alone," she croaks, "Everything hurts, just shut up. Please."
Harry smiles gently as she tacks on a please at the end of her request. Something about her delicate state is very sweet, but it's quickly replaced with concern as he kneels down next to the couch. 
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, fingers itching to move the cardigan covering her face.
"No."
"What's the matter?"
"Migraine."
"Why are you on campus, then?"
"Stop asking me questions." 
He does, allowing her to ruminate in the silence as he decides what he should do. It's but a minute or two more before she slowly moves the cardigan down her face, revealing tired, squinty eyes that stare up at Harry.
"I've missed two days of classes and I didn't want to miss anymore. I came to campus this morning and I couldn't even make it through my first one. Donnolly said I could rest in here."
"All from a migraine?" Harry presses, a bemused expression on his face.
"Yes. I get them from stress."
It's the most that she's spoken to him in days and he chalks it up to her disoriented nature. Her hair is a mess and her eyes are bleary, fatigue and pain apparent in her every move. 
"Do you want to go home?" he asks. He doesn't know much about migraines, but his sister gets them sometimes and she always complains about his voice being too loud. He tries to keep his questions at minimal volume, teetering just above a whisper.
"Yeah, but I don't have a car and it's too bright outside to walk." 
"I can drive you," Harry murmurs without a second thought, "My car is in the building lot." 
"Isn't that a faculty lot?"
He rolls his eyes, "Are you really gonna harp on that right now?"
Y/N doesn't reply to this, instead trying her best to sit up, only to be met with a painful recoil. Harry jumps to keep her stable, his hands stretching out to steady her arms and keep her upright. 
"Sorry," he quickly mutters, "Don't want you to pass out on me."
She nods, and that's how Harry knows she must be really sick. He scrambles up and digs his car keys out of his pocket, then grabs his sunglasses dangling from his tee-shirt. 
"Here, you can wear these." 
Y/N doesn't reply and his shoulders droop in concern, carefully reaching forward to place them over her eyes. 
"Don't tell me if I look dumb." she mumbles, making him laugh.
"You don't. You look quite sweet, actually." 
He ignores the compliment that seems to fall from his lips effortlessly, instead choosing to focus on getting her home safely. Harry grabs her backpack and swings it over his shoulder, "Do you need help getting up?"
With squinted eyes, Y/N looks up at him, nodding once. She looks so sad and it kills him, mumbling out an "alright" as he reaches his hands out to help her stand. Once she's on her feet, she's capable of moving on her own, clutching her soft cardigan in arms. He doesn't want to touch her any more without her permission, especially if she hates him as much as she acts. He may be a dick, but he'd never intentionally try to make her feel uncomfortable when she's in such a vulnerable state.
Together, they walk out of the building and to the parking lot, where Harry's navy sedan is parked. He wants to make a joke about her pointing out that yes, technically he left his car in the faculty lot, but she just looks so exhausted that he doesn't have it in him. Gently, he guides her to the passenger's side and unlocks the car, making sure that she gets in safely. When she does, he rushes around the vehicle, placing her bag in the backseat and starting the car. 
"Where do you live, Y/N?" Harry asks quietly. She looks over at him in his black Ray Bans and a small smile quirks at his lips. He knows she would never be caught dead in this style of sunglass, but for the time being, he wants to take a picture on his phone so he never forgets the way she looks.
"On Maple." she grunts out as she tucks her arms into her cardigan. It's the end of summer, slowly crawling towards fall, but the daily temperature is still quite warm. He frowns and lowers the air.
"Do you have a roommate that can take care of you?" 
"I live alone."
His frown deepens at this as he pulls out of the parking lot and down the road. Yes, they're in grad school, both fully capable adults, but she has to get lonely living by herself, didn't she? He's never seen her out at bars or parties, and if stress migraines are a persistent thing in her life, how does she typically get through them alone?
Harry lives a few streets over from Maple so he knows how to get there. She makes some grumbly noise to let him know that he's reached their destination, so he parks outside and turns the car off. 
"I'll walk you in, if that's alright," Harry says. She pauses as she undoes her seatbelt, taking a moment to glance at him through the dark sunglasses. 
"Okay. But only because I need you to carry my bag in and make sure I don't puke on the way to my bed."
"Sure," he murmurs, making quick work to follow her inside. He realizes he must look ridiculous, dressed in all black with her pastel pink bag looped over his shoulder.
Y/N's house is very... Y/N. He's not sure what he expected since he's never really wondered about her living conditions, but the one-bedroom apartment is small and cozy, filled with art and plants and candles. Her favorite colors — or what Harry assumes to be her favorites — are constant threads throughout the home, accents of light pink and forest green dancing through her kitchen on mugs and in her living room on throw blankets and pillows. She has a large vase of sunflowers on her coffee table and a sting forms somewhere in his body, wondering if someone — a romantic someone — gave them to her.
Harry notices a small cat toddle towards her, instantly pawing at her shoes as she kicks them off. 
"Not now, Ging," Y/N mumbles, "Love you bunches, but 'm still sick."
"Ging?" Harry asks as he gently places her bag on the velvet green armchair in her living room. He picks the tiny kitten up and strokes the white patch on its head.
"Short for Ginger," she replies, turning to look at him. Her eyebrows raise behind the sunglasses when she sees that Ginger is already in Harry's arms, purring away at his pets. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would roll her eyes at the little traitor. "Um... I'm just gonna go upstairs and change and go to bed."
Harry nods, "Do you need anything?"
If she's being honest, Y/N hates going through migraines alone. She can't do anything by herself and she feels far more isolated and lonely than usual. In college, her roommate, Kelsey, was helpful and understanding, but Kelsey moved across the country after graduation. Besides her parents, Y/N doesn't have anyone else to help her in times of need like this.
"Yeah," she finally sighs, much to both her and Harry's surprise, "Can you... just stick around for a little? It's fine if you have things to do, but migraines give me a lot of anxiety and I... it helps to have someone here. Also, Ginger is lonely."
"Well, if Ginger needs company, then I'm more than happy to stay."
It's the first time he's ever made Y/N smile.
Read part two here :) | Read part three here :)
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thank you so much for sharing your lovely art with us all! i get so excited each time you post a new one, it's such a treat 🥰
for the headcanons: we've seen some glimpses of your long-haired draco, but what about both harry and draco with long hair? 👀 my personal headcanon is that they both grow out their hair after the war, and they're both attracted to eachother for it!
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I imagine Harry achieving that Brendon Frazier Tarzan mop that’s just unfair amounts of volume and gorgeous.
Long hair is easily achieved in college when you are either overworked or overly burnt out already. Who has the time for a haircut or even the time to notice? Just pull it back for now, or you know, just let it do whatever it wills. It’s clean at least, which is more than others could say.
“Witchcraft” by Vian Izak just started playing and now that’s the soundtrack for this moment in time for our bois.
And you’re a treat!! Thank you so much for the kind words and the ask-suggestion. Appreciate it oodles 💖✨
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LHH was, is and will always be the most beautiful and hottest 21 y/o guy ever.
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Summer Love
(Long Hair Harry Styles x Reader)
Warnings- smut: Slight hair pulling, nipple play, p in v, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, spanking, daddy kink
A/N- I know what you’re thinking. Smut?! Em! I never knew you had it in you! Yeah well surprise!
Summary: Harry surprises Y/N with a picnic yacht date while he’s on break from tour. But he has other plans. Smut, if you don’t like it, please see my masterlist for my non-smut work!
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“Hurry up, Y/N! Let’s go!”
I giggle and shake my head at his eagerness. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the dock.
“Harry, why are we even doing this? What’s this big surprise?”
He turns and gives me a sheepish smile before he lifts me into his arms and carries me the rest of the way, walking onto a yacht he rented. With a kiss to my cheek, he sets me down on my feet again.
“Get yourself comfy, Y/N. Just got to get a going and then we’ll get to your surprise. And before you ask- no, I don’t need help. I got it love. Just sit there looking beautiful as always.”
I blush and giggle as I sit down on the cushioned seat, eating for him. As soon as we get far enough away from the shore, Harry begins to pull things out and sets them up on the floor. When he’s finally done, he runs over to me and takes my hand excitedly. He pulls me over to the front of the yacht where he has a little picnic set up.
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I tear up slightly and throw my arms around him, to which he hugs me.
“Harry! You didn’t have to do this!”
He lifts me up and spins me around just a little before he sets me down.
“I know, but I wanted to. You’re so supportive when I’m on tour and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”
He guides me to sit down on one of the cushions, and I remove my sandals as he takes a seat across from me.
“I do it because I love you. You know that.”
He opens up the champagne bottle before he looks at me.
“Yes, but to matter what time zone I’m on, you stay up to talk to me after the show… You never miss our goodnight call.”
He pours champagne into 2 flutes before he pecks my lips and hands me one. I smile and take a sip of my champagne.
“I’ve got all your favorites, minus sushi. Wouldn’t do so well being out like that. And-.”
He pulls out a small bouquet of Daisies and hands it to me.
“Picked them myself. Hope they look okay.”
I smile and nod before I lean over and peck his lips.
“They’re beautiful! You did a great job.”
He smiles and fixes me a plate with all my favorites. After a couple hours, he cleans up and we lay cuddled up on the blanket. I’m about to fall asleep when Harry pulls me on top of him, and I look at him in surprise.
“Harry-.”
He smiles and pecks my lips.
“I’ve missed you, Y/N… So much. I know you’ve got work and you can’t tour with me but… I’ve just… I’ve missed you. All of you. And I never have the alone time to do what I really want…”
He adjusts me in his arms and something becomes very apparent to me. He’s hard.
“Harry-.”
“Tell me to stop, Y/N. Because if we start I don’t think I’ll be able to.”
I lean down and kiss him, Harry immediately melting into my lips. His grip on me remains sure as he flips us over. He pulls my sundress up and throws it behind him, leaving me in the matching set he has bought me a couple months before.
“Fuck look at you. Wear this for me, did you love?”
I giggle and shrug.
“Maybe. But you know, I think you’re wearing too much and we need to fix that.”
I unbutton his dress shirt and he slips it off before slipping off his shorts, leaving him in his signature Calvin Klein boxers. He unclips my bra and as soon as it’s out of sight, he begins to kiss and nibble down my body.
He pays extra attention to my breasts, his teeth biting at my nipples before he sucks slightly, moaning on my sensitive tits as I squirm underneath him.
“H-Harry… Please… Wanna taste you…”
He lifts his head up and smiles, shaking his head.
“You know how I love giving you everything you want, but that’s the one thing I just can’t give you right now. Now, sit up. Take off your panties. Then come sit. You know where.”
He lays back and I sit up, doing as he instructed. I slip off my panties and sit on his chest, one leg on each side of him as I wait for further instruction. He slaps my ass rather harshly and I can’t help but moan at the contact.
“That’s not what I said, baby. Sit. Now. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I nod and scoot up a bit, hovering my sopping wet core over his mouth. Another slap hits my ass and I squeal, collapsing out of reaction. He wraps his arms around my thighs, securing me in place as he begins his attack on my clit.
“F-fuck Harry!”
Another slap hits my ass and I squeak. He growls and scolds me from between my legs.
“That’s not my name right now, love. Say it right or you won’t say anything at all.”
I bite my lip and nod as he continues to lick and suck on my clit, biting lightly every little while.
“D-Daddy! I can’t! I-I think I’m gonna come!”
He slaps my ass again and pulls me down more, sucking and licking as I moan and pant.
“Come for me, Y/N. Do it baby. You can come.”
I lean down and grab his hair, lightly pulling as I start to come undone.
“Fuck Daddy! Y-You’re tongue! Mmm!”
I pant as I come down from my orgasm, Harry rubbing my thighs to soothe me.
“Up, baby. I’m not gonna wait anymore.”
My legs shaking, I scoot myself back down before I roll myself off of him to catch my breath. Before I catch my breath, Harry is already rolling on top of me, pinning my hands about my head.
“You know… We wouldn’t be so frustrated if you were on tour with me. Maybe I should just- put a baby in you. That way I can keep you with me. How’d you like that baby?”
My eyes widen and my mouth gapes.
“Y-You’re kidding. You want a baby?”
He nods and leans down, pecking my lips.
“I want a little you. And a little me. I want it with you, Y/N. Can I..?”
I bite my lip and I nod with a blush.
“Do it. Let’s have a baby.”
He smiles and kisses me fiercely. He moved his hand down to my clit and I grab his hand to stop him.
“Don’t. I don’t need it. I want it hard, Harry. I want you.”
He smirks and spanks my ass again. He lines his cock up with my clit, rubbing his tip against a few times before he pushes all the way in, hitting my g spot almost immediately.
“D-Daddy!”
He smirks and jerks his hips, causing me to cry out.
“That’s right baby. Gonna make me a daddy, aren’t you? Gonna look so perfect, big and round with my baby. You want that sweet girl?”
He starts thrusting at a steady pace, groaning as he thrusts.
“Fuck! Daddy! H-Harder!”
“Yeah baby? Think you can handle it? I can feel how close you are. Hold it for me, sweet girl. No coming until I do.”
He starts to thrust harder, hitting my g spot with every thrust.
“Gonna be such a good mumma, aren’t you baby? Gonna look so beautiful feeding our baby… God I get so hard even thinking about seein you nice and pregnant. Never gonna stop fuckin’ my sweet girl.”
He continues to thrust, going harder with each thrust when eventually, he starts to groan loudly and pant.
“Fuck Y/N! Baby! I’m gonna come! Come with me, baby! Come with daddy!”
I cry as I ride out my orgasm, clinging on to Harry as best I can as I feel him spill into me, burying himself deep inside.
“F-fuck… Harry…”
He pulls out and he keeps me in his arms, kissing my forehead a couple times and he cuddles me.
“I love you Y/N. So, so much. It’s just you and me.”
I smile and peck his cheek softly.
“Don’t you mean us three?”
He smiles devilishly and holds tightly onto me, knowing that it really was us. Just Harry, our baby and our future.
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eveningepiphany · 1 year
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summary: not knocking on your door has led to harry walking in on you… with your hand between your legs.
warnings: f and m receiving hand job, some nipple play, a lot dirty talk, mix of praise and degradation to represent their love hate relationship.
a/n: literal filth I’m sorry I have nothing to say for myself.
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It was mid-afternoon and you were laying in bed, scrolling and enjoying your rest day from your usual hectic schedule.
Nothing in particular had led you to start doing what you were doing. Just the random urge. And future you will be thanking you for that.
One hand was placed between your legs and the other pushed over your mouth. Short snippets of fantasies flowing in and out of your mind— nothing certain— just little things, words and ghosts of touches. Pleasure was building in your stomach from the fast circles you were rubbing onto your clit, and it was hardly long until you’d be biting into the palm of your hand and riding out your orgasm.
That was until the door to your room flew open.
Your legs flew shut around your hand as a mutual gasp was shared.
I mean, you knew it was Harry, not only because he’s the only other person you live with, but more going by the no knock on the door, barge the fuck into your room for whatever reason he initially was coming in here for.
But whatever he’d come to ask you had obviously died in his throat at the sight. The sheets were half pulled over you, outlining your now clamped-together legs and the arm tucked between them.
No getting out of this one.
“You need to learn how to fucking knock.” You hissed immediately at him, whole face flaming as you pulled the twisted sheets to fully cover your upper half.
“What the fuck— it’s like 1 o’clock in the afternoon I didn’t think you’d be jerking off!” He immediately jumps to defend himself, pushing a hand through his long hair.
“What am I not allowed to?” You sigh, slipping your hand from your clit, laying it on your stomach.
“Not what I’m saying. Just was caught off guard”
You stare at eachother, and despite the embarrassment that naturally should come when you get caught touching yourself, your eyes are eating up his tall figure and stern face. A voice in the back of your brain wondering how good he could make you feel.
He’s not blind to the way you’re looking at him, hunger laced deep into your eyes, and it’s unmistakably for him.
“What, need some visual stimulation to get yourself going again?” He deadpans at your completely obvious act of checking him out.
You roll over, face pushed into you pillows, your cunt aching to be touched again, “Can you shut up, Harry?”
He walks over to the side of your bed, “sorry love, didn’t hear you, say it again for me?”
It was a challenge the way he said it, even so much bordering on a warning— but god you couldn’t find it in you to care. He can expect you to go polite all he wants, but he knows very well from living with you that is not what he’ll get. And maybe that’s how he wants it to go.
You push your body to face him, “Shut up. That is what I said.”
His cock has hardened in his jeans, and desire is starting to take the wheel on his actions.
His hand comes up to your chin, “Don’t stop on my account darling. I can even help you out if you want.”
His voice is like honey, but both of you know the intent behind that is yet again a challenge. To see how far you’ll take it.
“I was doing just fine before you barged in here.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“But I bet you’d love to get your hand between my legs.” You cave in, slipping your hand back down, sighing at the contact of your fingers to your clit.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He sits on the edge of your bed, watching the silhouette of your hand under the sheets.
“Already know you do, can see how hard you are from here.” You tease.
“Well are you gonna do something about it?” He raises his brows.
“No. I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing. You deal with it yourself.” You glare, pushing a finger into your entrance, and you realise you’re almost dripping now.
This entire situation is hot. You cant deny it, and neither can he.
He palms over himself, the tightness of his jeans making him almost ache. You’re staring at him with that fucking defiant look on your face and he just wants to kiss it off.
So he does just that, leaning down to capture your lips with his. He holds your chin, humming in the back of his throat as you open your mouth for his tongue to slip in.
He unbuttons his pants with his free hand, shucking them off his long legs, leaving him in just black briefs.
Your fingers are still pumping in and out of yourself as his tongue maps out your mouth.
He reaches into his briefs, quickly pulling back, “this ok?”
“Yes.” You replied without a second thought, watching as he slips himself out.
His cock flicks up to hit his stomach, hard as a rock.
You try not to let the shock show on you face as you see it, it’s large. Of course it fucking is. It’s pretty too. The head is same flushed pink as his lips, with neatly trimmed hairs at the base.
His hands are twitching to pump himself, and you clock it like a hawk.
“Go on, touch yourself.” You prompt.
“Pull down the sheets.” He states, “then I will.”
“Need the visual stimulation?” You laugh, waiting for him to smile a little at the tease.
“Mmhm, wanna see you fucking yourself.”
You push them down, exposing you panties that had been impulsively pushed to the side, and your hand thrusting slowly in and out of you.
“Fuck sake…” he curses at the sight, palm moving to wrap around himself— squeezing.
You both watch each other for a minute, taking in the movements and little noises that were being sounded.
You were the first one to breach the gap, reaching over to stroke your thumb over his tip and have his head thrown back.
“Thought it was a hands to ourselves policy.” He moans.
“Decided I want you to make me come.” You boldly state, sitting up and pulling him closer to you.
“‘Course you do, knew y’would cave. See you looking at my hands all the time, know you want them in y’cunt, needy little slut.” He says, voice gravely and making you clench around your fingers.
“Whatever, you probably want my mouth around your dick just as much.” You kiss his neck, biting the skin there.
“Bet you’d love a bit of throat fucking.” He grabs the tank top you were wearing and pulls it over your head.
“No fucking bra either. Jesus Christ.” He takes a breast into his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingers which has you struggling to hold back a moan.
His hand has finally slides down to your cunt, pushing your own out of the way to take over.
You follow suit, wrapping your hand— fingers still damp from your own arousal— and stroke over his cock.
You’re both panting, it feeling so unbelievably good to be touching each other like this. His fingers flicking over your clit and yours squeezing his cock.
“Your fucking soaked, bloody dripping all over y’sheets.” He curses, rubbing his fingers through your slit.
“Well you practically edged me by coming into my room when I was about to come.” You griped.
“Oh yea, I bet you can totally make yourself drip like this. Don’t lie love, it’s from me. You probably weren’t half as wet before I came in.” He was hardly wrong, but he doesn’t need to hear you confirm that.
“You’d love to hear me- fuck- say that. Tell you I’m soaked ‘cause of you. Egotistical son of a bitch.” He pushed a finger into you, sliding all the way in, the chunky ring around the base of his middle finger hitting your entrance.
“Such a fucking brat you are, have quite the mouth on you, yknow that?” You squeezed around him, already feeling like you could come.
“I do. Bet you just wanna fuck it quiet.” You said, sounding a bit out of breath. Still trying to keep up, stroking his cock faster.
“Hardly could be considered a punishment since you’d enjoy it so much.”
His hands were speeding up at your words, one moving to play with your clit while the other fucked your entrance, slipping in another long finger.
It made you tingle, “Fuck— Harry!”
He hummed, “There we go, good girl. Finally have you moaning f’me.”
It was hard to figure out if you loved or hated how good his hand felt. Well, mentally you weren’t sure, physically though you were pushing into every movement he made.
Your hand had stuttered from stroking him, so you quickly made to move it again, to outdo him. You tightened your grip on him, stroking faster— swiping over the beading precome on his tip.
“Jesus, trying to make it a competition darling…” he grunted
Everything with you was always a competition, and especially this. Your hand kept pumping him, hearing his moans fueled you to keep going— to keep pushing him closer to the edge. He wants this as much as you do, and even though he would never admit it with his pretty pink lips, it’s true.
“Bet you want to make a mess all over my hands.” You whispered into the shell of his ear, licking a stripe along it.
“Maybe I do, darling. Maybe I wanna wreck your pussy too.”
You whimpered at the thought, rolling your hips with his fingers curling inside you.
“Ohh.” He coos, “listen to you now, whining for me, acting like such an angel. Trying to be a good girl now I’ve put that on the table.”
“You’re not though, are you? You’re a slut.” He speeds up his fingers, and your jaw is going lax.
You can’t even feel your hand, let alone keep moving it on his cock— the only sensation you have is the burning one in the pit of your stomach.
“Please, please.” You beg.
You’re teetering on the edge of bliss when his hand pulls away. You cry out, clenching your legs together, squirming at the empty feeling.
“I hate you, hate you so much,” you whine, “please, let me come.”
He doesn’t listen, “Open your mouth.”
You part you lips instantly, despite wanting to punch him in the stomach.
He puts the fingers covered in your arousal onto your tongue, “Show me you can be a good girl and suck.”
You oblige, not without the frown on your face though.
“Taste yourself?” He asks, and you nod around his fingers— his eyes darkening a little at the sight.
He slides them from your lips, “get on my lap.”
“Stop being so pushy.” You snap, frowning at him.
He chuckles, “acting like you aren’t into me bossing you around.”
Another moment where he couldn’t be more correct, but you are not going to admit it out loud.
You slide onto his thigh, and he sighs out a breath, taking a short moment to slip his tshirt over his head.
“You’re so wet, baby. Feels s’nice.” The mix of praise and degrading has your head spinning, it’s such a jump from one to the other. And fuck is it hot.
You rub yourself on his warm skin, “lay between my legs, actually, wanna make sure you can see my fingers fucking you.”
He doesn’t give you time to move yourself, he just pulls you there— cock resting on your bare back.
He strips your panties off you, moving to gently tease your clit. Your legs part wide for him.
“You gonna be a good little slut now?”
You stare at him, biting your lip to keep the moans from slipping out.
“Keep your attitude in check for me baby? Reckon you can do that?”
When you still say nothing, his finger rubs down your slit to trace around your dripping hole.
“Can make you feel so good, love. I’ll have your little pussy clenching so hard around my fingers if you just be good.”
“Fine.” You say breathlessly, hating having to submit to him like this.
He hums, rewarding your reluctant agreement with his finger filling you up again.
Suddenly, your pride was worth the feeling.
“Fuck!” You moan as he pushes another one in.
He isn’t messing around now, he fucks your hole with fast strokes, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit perfectly.
“Taking it so well, letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers.” He praises into your ear, his other hand sliding up to play gently with your breast.
“Harry— oh god.” You cry, squirming in his grip. You were ready to snap after being edged twice.
“That’s right, darling, watch my fingers fuck your cunt.”
His filthy words being uttered are enough to have you coming alone, paired with the euphoric feeling of his fingers in you has you a mess.
“I’m— holy shit I’m gonna come. Please!” You beg, worried he was going to pull away.
“Tell me you hate me.” He says, grabbing your chin— making you look down at his movements between your legs.
“I hate you! Please, H.”
Your peak held for that blissful, breathless moment. Expecting to be deprived of that final push for your orgasm.
“Come for me, Y/N.” He’d said, and you cried out— a tidal wave of pleasure hitting you.
You were clenching so tight around his fingers, spots coating your vision as he didn’t let up his pace.
He fucked you through your orgasm, “can imagine how good my cock would feel getting squeezed by your pussy.”
You were pushing his hand away, once the pleasure ebbed and you couldn’t handle his fingers anymore. Panting as you laid your head back into the crook of his neck, eyes meeting his.
“Look at you, all beautiful and fucked out.”
You blinked slowly, brain scrambling for a witty comeback.
“I hate you.” Was still all you could say.
Your hand nonetheless found it’s way to his cock, pressing hard into your back.
“Don’t have to if you’re tired, babe.” He smiles, gently holding your wrist.
You shake your head, “you made me feel so good, can’t leave you high and dry.”
Your hand wraps around his head, immediately stroking down— causing him to moan.
He was definitely vocal, and god did you find that hot.
You picked up the pace of your strokes, fully turning your body to watch his reactions, and how his stomach muscles rippled with pleasure.
“Are you gonna come on my hand, Harry?” You cooed, squeezing him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cursed, bucking his hips up into your warm palm.
He was clenching his jaw as you rubbed him rhythmically, quickly coming undone with your movements.
“Darling— god—“ He groaned, hands threading through your hair and pulling at the roots.
“Mmm, you’re so gorgeous.” You hummed, placing a kiss onto his lips as he was shaking with the pre-pleasure of his release.
It didn’t take much more to have his stomach muscles contracting under you, a moaned curse falling from his lips as white ropes of his come spurted out his tip, painting your fist and his chest.
His muscles all relax, and he slumps onto the bed, and you join him, flopping down.
“God, you’re so…” he sighs out, sentence trailing off.
You trace his tattoos with your pointer finger, “Hate you. Hate how pretty you are, H.”
He smiles, eyes half-lidded, “Hate you just as much, love.”
“We can clean up soon. Just wanna lay for a bit.” You whisper.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
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justmeinatree · 8 months
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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
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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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fkinavocado · 9 months
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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.
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Spreading You Open- Part 3*
I know this took me a bit to write and I'm sorry, but here's part 3.
WARNINGS: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, female receiving oral, stalking, toxic ex-boyfriend, talks of kinks and fetishes, cursing. Please do not read if you are under 18.
Wc: 7187
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"What the fuck are you doing here?” Harry asked, his hands forming into fists.
“I don’t think that’s a very nice way to greet your customers now, is it?” Zayn smirked, hopping on to the table.
“Technically you’re not a customer because I haven’t waxed you yet,” Harry folded his arms, his chest puffed up.
Zayn chuckled and shook his head. “Is this how you greeted my girlfriend? If it is, I don’t know what she saw in you.”
“EX-girlfriend,” Harry corrected.
“Not for long.”
Harry cocked his head to the side.
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Zayn smirked again. “When I came over the other day, after your date, she said she wanted to get back together.”
“Really?” Harry asked, mixing up the wax and turning away from Zayn. “Because she cried in my arms all night after you hit her.”
Zayn chuckled. “There’s no proof that I did that.”
“Well, the pictures of (Y/N)’s red face I took are proof,” Harry said, turning around to face Zayn.
“There’s no proof that I did it though.”
“But you did…”
“What?”
“Hit her…”
Zayn rolled her eyes. “We all saw her face.”
“But, you were the one that hit her and made her face red, correct?”
“She deserved it. She cheated on me.”
“She didn’t-,” Harry wanted to yell at him so bad, but didn’t want to lose his job. So, he just sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “Are you getting waxed or not? Because if not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Sure,” Zayn said, putting his legs on the table. “Let’s see what you do, perv.”
Oh, Harry would show him just how good he was at his job. And he would enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “He showed up at work today,” Harry said, as you were eating noodles in his kitchen.
“What?” you nearly choked.
“Yeah. Zayn showed up and threatened me. He still called you his girlfriend, but I set him straight.”
“You did?” You smiled.
“Yeah. Told him he had to get waxed or get out.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did. And he cried like a baby,” Harry chuckled.
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Oh my God! I wish I could’ve been there to see it.”
“Yeah. I wish you were too.”
You were so happy right now.
“Plus now, I really don’t know what you saw in him,” Harry said, slurping up more noodles.
You cocked your head to the side.
“His dick was so small I could barely see it.”
You smirked. “Well, compared to you, everyone is small.”
“Yeah, I know,” he joked, putting his arms behind his head and flexing.
You playfully hit him on the arm. “But, you’re right. He is small.” You bit your lip. “God, I’m so sad I missed it.”
“And I charged him the deluxe package, so he paid like $700,” Harry said.
You sighed. “Is it too early to say I love you?”
Harry chuckled. “I think that’s ok to say in this situation.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ You were practically spending every day with Harry if you could, unless your work schedules clashed. So when the second date came around, you weren’t so nervous.
Harry told you to dress comfortably and bundle up. Winter was still brewing outside and lately you felt like you couldn’t feel your toes.
You put on leggings and a skin-tight, maroon t-shirt, along with boots. You wore very minimal make-up and jewelry and put your hair in a ponytail. Once Harry arrived at your place, he immediately trapped you in a hug. You took in his scent and smiled.
Once you pulled back, he kissed you and you hummed into it. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he smiled back. “Ok, so I wanted to keep it a surprise, but I wanted to check with you before hand to make sure it was ok with you what we were doing.”
“Ok?”
“I was going to take you ice skating,” he bit his lip.
“Are you serious? I’ve always wanted to do that!”
“You’ve never gone ice skating?”
“No. Zayn always said it was too cold out and said ice skating was for girls. And I don’t really know how to skate, so I never went.”
Harry rolled his eyes. Of course Zayn said that.
“Well, I’ll be there to hold your hand the whole time,” Harry offered.
“Sorry in advance if I fall and take you with me,” you chuckled. Harry did too.
“That’s the fun of it.”
You smiled. You put your coat on, and grabbed your clutch and your winter gear and headed out the door. Harry drove you to the ice rink and the whole time in the car, he held your hand. He said it was because it was cold out, but you think he just wanted to hold your hand.
When you got to the rink, you waited in line at the booth and Harry paid for the both of you. “Since technically the last date was on, you know, him.” You thanked him and headed to the skate rental. You were fitted for the ice skates and then made your way over to the ice.
You nearly lost your balance walking on the ground with the covers on your skates. Harry walked in front of you and held your hands. He didn’t want to laugh, but he had the biggest smile on his face as you walked so slowly.
Once you got to the ice, your heartbeat sped up. “It’s alright. I got ya.”
You felt yourself slipping already, but Harry was there to make sure you didn’t fall. “How are you so good at this?” you asked, out of breath.
Harry chuckled. “Played hockey a lot when I was a kid,” he shrugged. “Ice skating is hard though.”
“Tell me about it.” You put your hands on his shoulders as he guided you around the ice. You saw people, even little children, flying right past you.
“Don’t worry about anyone else. Look right at me, ok?”
You nodded and then looked down at your feet.
“I said me, not your feet.”
“Sorry,” you looked up at him. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Of course,” he smiled. Harry thought you were adorable trying to keep yourself up. Plus it meant he could touch you, so he didn’t mind. “Ready?”
You swallowed. “Um.”
“You can do it. I believe in you.” He rubbed his thumb over your hip.
“Ok.”
Harry took your hands from his shoulders and held onto them. “I’m gonna pull you around for a bit, if that’s alright.”
You nodded. Harry smiled and pulled you around the rink. You started to get the hang of it. Once you skated for about 20 minutes, Harry let go of your hands. “What are you doing?!”
“You’re ok!” You held onto the wall around the rink and Harry skated about 10 feet away from you. “I want you to skate to me.”
You shook your head. “Come on, love,” he encouraged. “I’ll be right here if you fall.”
You skated a bit, hanging onto the wall. “Stop moving back when I move up!”
Harry had a smirk on his face. “I’m not doing anything.”
You bit your lip, and took one hand off the wall.
“Come on. I’ll give you a little treat later. I know you can do it.”
You took a deep breath and took your other hand off the wall. You automatically spun them in a circle as you tried to find your balance. Harry encouraged you the whole way. You skated very slowly. You swore Harry kept moving back, but you eventually made it to him.
When you did get to him, you fell into his chest. You accidentally pushed him over and fell on top of him, causing the both of you to fall on the ice. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Harry. Are you hurt?”
Harry chuckled. “No. I’m good. Are you ok?”
“I think so. More shook up than anything.”
“Ok. Good. Do you wanna get up?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. Sorry.” You got up and Harry took your hands, helping you up fully.
“Did you want to keep skating or-?”
“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice call you.
You turned your head. Zayn. And he was here with another girl.
“Hello.”
“I can’t believe you’re ice skating,” he laughed.
“Yeah. Me either,” you scowled at him and then the girl on his arm.
It was awkward for a few seconds.
“Hey. How are your baby balls?” Harry asked.
“Har,” you hit his chest.
“What? He cried like a baby when he got waxed. Plus, they’re really tiny,” he made a gesture with his hand like they were small.
You pushed Harry’s hand down. You know he didn’t like Zayn, but you didn’t need an all-out fight on the ice rink.
“You look good,” Zayn smiled.
“Ok.”
There was awkward silence for a few moments before Zayn cleared his throat.
“Alright. Well….”
“Bye, Zayn,” you said, as you took Harry’s hand and skated away. Well, you tried to skate as Harry held you up.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said when you were far enough away.
“No, it’s ok. I just didn’t want a fight.”
Harry kissed you on your forehead. “I know. Do you want some hot chocolate?”
You nodded. You changed back into your shoes and then waited in line and Harry bought you both hot chocolates and a a funnel cake. You thanked him and sat down at one of the benches.
You had to take your gloves off to eat and you immediately regretted it. You were freezing and, therefore, ate so fast. You practically burnt your lips on your hot chocolate.
Harry took your free hand and warmed it up in between his. You smiled and calmed down a bit.
When you were done eating, Harry asked if you wanted to skate again or go someplace else.
“Honestly, can we just head back to my place? I’m hurting and sweaty,” you chuckled.
He smiled. “Sure.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you got back to your apartment, you took off all your winter clothes and hopped in the shower together.
After you washed up, you turned to face Harry, whose hair looked even better long and wet. “Are you sure you still want to wait for the 3rd date?” you asked, biting your lip.
Harry chuckled and kissed your nose. “Can’t resist me, huh?”
“I never said that,” you smirked. “I just figured it might be painful for you.”
“Oh for me, huh?” he smirked again.
“Yeah,” you bit your lip.
Harry chuckled. “Maybe I’ll cave, but only because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You smiled and gave him a peck on his lips. “Let me get dried off.”
You got out of the shower, got dressed, and went to go lay on your bed. You two made out for a bit and giggled like teenagers. You were both breathless by the time you started to grind on Harry’s lap. “Baby,” he said, squeezing the back of your thighs.
“Please, Har.” You grabbed onto the back of Harry’s hair and ground your hips into him, which made Harry moan.
He threw his head back and watched you pout in front of him. God, this was getting so hard, and he didn’t mean just his cock. Harry sighed. “Alright.”
“Really?” your eyes got wide and your smile grew.
“Yeah. I can’t deny you anymore,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear.
You giggled and leaned up, taking your shirt off.
Harry took his off and you two made out again. It didn’t last long as Harry’s phone rang. “Can’t you just let it go?”
He looked off to the side and checked the caller ID. “It’s m’ mum. She’ll worry if I don’t answer and then might barge in when we’re in the middle of it.”
You groaned, but nodded. Harry picked up his phone. You went to the bathroom to go pee and make sure your hair and everything looked ok. When you walked out, Harry was now up, walking around his room.
You got bored and played with your nails. You could see he was trying to get his mom off the phone, but he also didn’t want to be rude. It was nearly an hour later when he hung up the phone. He sighed. “Shit. ‘M sorry.”
You shrugged. “It’s ok. I know how parents can be.”
Harry smiled. “Well, I kind of told her about you, and then she wouldn’t stop reminding me how to treat you, and I was like ‘I know, mum.’ She finally hung up when I told her I had you here now.”
You giggled as he came back to lay down with you on the bed. “Aww. A momma’s boy.”
“No, no! Just don’t see her that often. That’s all,” he shrugged.
You smirked. “Well, at least she taught you how to treat women.”
“That she did,” he kissed you. When he pulled away, he asked, “Did you still want to do it?”
“I don’t know. My moods kind of gone now.”
He blew out a breath and motorboated his lips. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s ok!” you said, running a hand through his hair.
To make up for it, he made you a nice dinner and was super nice for the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next week was crazy. Between your work schedules and you going to a bridal shower, and Harry meeting up with friends, you barely had time to see each other, let alone plan your next date.
Harry had a pretty busy day. You had off today, so you decided to surprise Harry. You made your way to the waxing place with a smile on your face and a mission. The woman at the front desk knew who you were by now, so she greeted you with a smile and “hello.”
You did tell her that you were her for a wax though.
“Sure. Go right back. Harry just finished up with a customer,” she said.
You thanked her and made your way to Harry’s room and knocked.
“Yes? Come in!”
You opened the door and Harry’s face lit up when he saw you. “Babe,” he wiped his mouth as he was in the middle of eating. “Goodness, what are you doing here?”
“Sorry did I interrupt your lunch? I wanted to see you,” you said.
Harry shook his head and stood up, walking over to kiss you. “You didn’t. I’m glad you’re here.”
You smiled and hopped onto the table. “Have time to service me when you’re done?”
Harry nodded, throwing his trash away. “I’m done.” He smiled.
“You sure?” you asked, as Harry walked up to you in the chair, placing his hands on your jeans-covered thighs.
“Yeah,” he gave you another kiss. “And you don’t need a wax, love. I told you I don’t mind.”
“You don’t even want to take a look?” you bit your lip.
Harry chuckled, rubbing his nose against yours. “Of course I’ll take a look.”
Harry moved back, letting you take off your jeans. You turned backwards giving him a show of your thong panties and he gulped. You pulled the panties down and now he really gulped. Once you put your bottoms on the chair next to you, you laid back down on your back and put your legs in the stirrups.
Harry walked back over to you and rubbed his hands on your legs. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
You smirked and nodded. He moved his hand down to your pussy and moved a finger up it slowly. You shuddered.
“I was thinking,” you said when you got your composure back. “We’ve both been so busy, and haven’t had time to plan our next date and all, so maybe this could be our next one.” You waited with bated breath for him.
He checked the clock on the wall. “I think I have a free afternoon for an hour or so.”
You giggled and leaned up to kiss him. The kiss got very passionate and soon enough clothes were coming off. When you grabbed for Harry’s cock, he groaned. “Baby, I don’t think I have anything.”
“Hmm?”
He pulled away and grabbed his backpack from the closet. He rummaged through it. “Fuck.”
“What?”
He looked up at you. “No condom.”
“Oh, it’s ok,” you sat back. “I’m on birth control.”
“Oh,” Harry let out a breath. “But-.”
“And I trust you,” you finished. “Please.” You opened your legs wider and massaged your finger on your clit, causing your bottom lip to disappear under your top one.
“What if I have chlamydia?”
“Do you?”
“No, but what if I do somehow and we don’t know?” he asked.
You chuckled. “I think we’ll be ok.”
Harry let out a heavy breath.
“Please, Har.”
He walked towards you again and planted a sloppy kiss on your lips. You made out until you couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his cock. “I need you inside of me.”
“This is not how I wanted to do this. I wanted it to be romantic,” he grumbled as he pushed down his underwear.
“It can be romantic next time,” you said scooting down the chair.
Harry chuckled and pulled you closer to him. “Wait.” He walked away for a second and you think you might die if he doesn’t stick his cock in you in the next 10 seconds.
He came back quickly. “Don’t forget your squeeze ball.” He handed it to you and you smiled.
“I think I’ll be ok.”
“Mmm,” Harry said, pushing the head of his cock to your entrance. “I don’t know about that.”
Your mouth dropped open and he was barely an inch inside of you. You knew he was big. You’ve seen his cock before, but God, the sting, you were not expecting.
“Har,” you whined.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, rubbing your thighs.
“Please God yes,” you said, throwing your head back.
Harry pushed himself in more and your hips rose up and you squeezed the ball like you never have before. “More,” you begged. “Please.”
He pushed in until he was about halfway and you thought you might actually split in half. With Zayn, this was it. He was usually all the way in by this point. You had to close your eyes to stop the tears from coming.
Harry thought he was going to lose his damn mind. You were so tight and squeezing him so hard that he didn’t know how long he was going to last. “Jesus Christ, love. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You grabbed onto the edge of the chair. “Harry, please. I want all of you. Just give it to me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
You squeezed the ball so tight, your hand turned a pale white. “You won’t.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said, picking up your other hand.
You nodded, breathing heavily.
Harry pushed all the way in and you let out a noise that definitely wasn’t supposed to be heard in public. “Fuckity fuck fuck,” you whispered.
He was pushed to the brim. Your pussy lips were up against his pubic bone and you were sweating. Harry was panting above you, looking down at your face. “You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.”
You whimpered.
“And without it,” he chuckled. “But even more with it.”
You tried to laugh, but it just turned into a whimper when he started to move his cock just a bit. “Oh my God,” you whispered.
He tried to fuck you good with your legs in the stirrups, but it provided minimal movement. “If I take your legs out, your promise to keep them open for me?”
You nodded. Harry smiled and placed your legs on his shoulders instead. You could really feel him now and each time he hit your g-spot, you believe you died and went to heaven. “You doing ok?”
Instead of answering him, you moaned loudly. Harry laughed. “I love that you’re loving it, but you gotta be quiet, darling.”
“Sorry,” you whined. “It just feels so good.”
Harry smirked and then leaned down to kiss you and his cock kept thrusting in and out of you. “You’re so wet. Makes me think you’re enjoying doing this in public.”
Your face got hot as Harry chuckled. You couldn’t say anything and heard Harry mumble something about talking about kinks later.
When Harry felt you clenching on him, he took his finger and rubbed your clit. You let out an animalistic moan that everyone in the surrounding rooms for sure heard. “Come on, darling,” Harry encouraged. “Want you to cum on my cock.”
You nodded, feeling the knot in your lower stomach. The more sweet words Harry said to you and the more he hit your g-spot every time, the bigger you knew your orgasm was going to be.
You squeezed the stress ball and then Harry’s hand. “I’m so close, Har.”
“Come on, honey. Know you can be a good girl for me.”
You licked your wet lips and gasped when Harry thrusted particularly hard into you. And in that moment, you let go. Your vision went blurry and you came hard on Harry’s cock. You thought you heard Harry saying something, but it was all muffled as your ears rang.
You only came to when Harry kissed your lips. “So good for me, baby. You’re so pretty.”
You whimpered just as he pulled out. When you came to, you sat up on your elbows. “But you didn’t cum,” you said.
Harry chuckled. “Yes, I did. Did you black out or something?”
You looked down and saw Harry’s cum running out of you. Fuck.
“My vision went blurry. I-.”
Harry chuckled and grabbed your hand. “Let me get you cleaned up.” He grabbed some tissues from the table and wiped you up first and then the chair. And even after you were cleaned up, you were still wet. He cleaned himself up and wiped the stain off his pants.
You put your pants back on, and Harry snuck in little kisses as you did. Luckily, you finished on time because the receptionist was knocking on Harry’s door telling him he had a walk-in.
“Shit. Uh…”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, giving him a kiss.
“Yeah. Please use the bathroom before you go. I don’t want you getting a UTI,” he said.
“I will. That was amazing, Har. Not that you didn’t know, but…”
Harry smiled. “Next time will be more romantic.”
“So, I won’t pass out from cumming?” you chuckled.
“I never said that,” he chuckled back.
The customer was at the door and you smiled at them. “Ok,” you kissed him again. “I gotta go. I’ll text you later.”
“Ok, baby,” he pecked your lips and watched you leave.
You did go to the bathroom after ward and you couldn’t hide your sweaty look because you were hot from just having sex in public.
You smiled when you left and you had to compose yourself on the drive home. The whole time you were distracted because you kept thinking of Harry. ~~~~~ After Harry’s shift was over, he couldn’t sop smiling. Sure, your first time having sex together wasn’t what he planned, but it was hot and even better than he imagined. Harry had envisioned many times taking you right there on the table, but he never wanted to bring it up. Now that you had done that, he definitely would be bringing it up again.
He should’ve just gone home after work, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so he went to the grocery store, picked up some flowers, and a bottle of champagne, and then headed to your place. ~~~ “Hi,” he sighed happily after he rang your bell. “Sorry I didn’t text you and tell you I was coming.”
You buzzed him up without a response. When he got to your door, he knocked and you flung the door open. Your heart melted when you saw him standing there with flowers and champagne. “Hey,” he said again, chuckling. “I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier and I mi-.”
But, he was cut off because you pulled him in for a kiss. It got steamy in your hallway as you made out for a bit. It would’ve gotten steamier, but Harry didn’t have a free hand.
You chuckled and took the flowers from his hands. “Thank you for these.”
Harry walked inside your apartment and hummed giving you another peck on your lips. “You’re welcome. I missed you.”
Your stomach did a backflip as you got out a vase with water for the flowers. “I missed you too.”
As you got the flowers settled, Harry put the champagne on your counter and then rested on there. “Listen,” he sighed.
You turned towards him, a worried look on your face. “I really wanted our first time to be romantic…” You grabbed onto his hands. “And I’m sorry it wasn’t, but God… that was hot.”
You bit your lip and walked around the counter to be next to him. “I told you it didn’t have to be romantic.”
“I know, but you deserve to be treated right.”
“And I was,” you both stood up, you grabbed onto his biceps. “Really right.”
Harry smirked. “I won’t lie, I’ve jerked off to that exact scenario in my head numerous times.”
You giggled. “I’m glad I could bring it to life for you.”
“Yeah. That one was much better.”
You both chuckled.
You ran your hands down his chest. “Why don’t we pop open that champagne, hmm?”
“Sure,” Harry nodded. “Yeah.” Fuck. He had to get down the boner he was now sporting, but you in a long t-shirt and short shorts was not helping.
You got glasses out from your cabinet and poured both of you a glass. You hummed as you took a sip. “That’s good.”
“Yeah. I tried not to get too dry.”
“Dry is never good,” you smirked.
“Yeah. I prefer sweet myself,” he smirked back, winking.
Why did you feel so shy around him all of a sudden? Was your face getting hot because of the alcohol or his comment?
You cleared your throat. “Should we sit on the couch? Be more comfortable.”
Harry took the bottle of champagne in his hands and gestured for you to go sit. He followed and you could feel the heat between you two.
Conversation started to flow and after your second glass of champagne, Harry’s hand was on your thigh, his fingers rubbing over it. You had touched his arm way too many times. When you were centimeters apart, you whispered, “I think we should stop drinking.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I want to be able to give consent for what we do,” you said.
“And what are we going to do?” Harry asked, his rubs on your thigh getting more intense.
You bit your lip. “I don’t know, but I’m really wet.”
Harry swallowed. “Fuck.”
You put your glass down and grabbed Harry’s and put them on your table. “Would I be a slut if we did it twice in one day?”
Harry squeezed your leg. “You’re not a slut. You never will be.”
You looked down at his hand on your thigh and bit your lip. “So, does that mean yes?”
He chuckled. “If you’re up for it.”
“But, do you want to?”
“Are you kidding?”
You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to your bedroom. The second you got on the bed, clothes were flying everywhere. Harry couldn’t stop kissing you as you tried to take off your shirt. “Sorry. This was what I wanted to do earlier, so… just making up for it.”
You swear your eyes turned into hearts. Once you were both fully undressed, except for both of your underwear, Harry had you lay down on the bed. He kissed every inch of you from head to toe… literally. Ok, well not toes, because you both agreed foot fetishes creeped you out. But, as he kissed back up your legs, you could feel yourself dripping in your panties.
When he got to your center, he took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Christ.”
He looked up at you, eyes dark, lips puffy, hair messy. “Can I please take these off?” His hands were already at the waistband of your panties.
“You do not have to ask me twice,” you smiled.
Harry had your panties down and off you quicker than you could blink. He had your legs spread and his fingers already in your slit. “You weren’t kidding. God damn.”
You whimpered when his fingers found your clit. You could already feel yourself dripping on the bed before it really started.
Harry pulled you towards him, spreading your legs further. “I did say I like sweet things,” he said, right before he licked up your soaking pussy. You clutched onto his hair and pulled. He hummed.
“Harry,” you moaned.
“Sir,” he said, looking up at you, hoping you wouldn’t be turned off by his kink.
You nodded. “Sorry. Please do that again, sir.”
“This?” he asked, taking his tongue and licking from your asshole to just above your clit. You were shaking already.
You licked your dry lips. “Yes, Ha-sir. That.”
He shrugged. “Ok. If you insist.” And he did it over and over again until he had you cumming on his tongue.
When Harry pulled away, he swallowed and hummed. “Such a good girl for me, (Y/N).”
You clenched hard. “Oh, so you like good girl, hmm?” He saw you clench again. He chuckled. “If I just said ‘good girl’ over and over and over again, would you cum again?”
“Harry,” you hide your face and giggled.
Harry moved his body up to your face and kissed you. “Nothing to be shy over. We’re learning kinks. That’s a good thing.”
You removed your hands from your face and placed them around Harry’s neck. “What are your kinks?”
“Hmm,” Harry thought. “Well, if you can’t tell, I like to be called ‘sir.’” You nodded. “And I like pain.” Your eyes got wide. “Oh, come on. You had to know that one.” You thought about it and nodded. “Public sex is always fun, as we learned.” You giggled. “Dirty talk, obviously. Um, I think that’s it.”
You nodded, staying quiet.
“And you… public sex judging by the way you came on my cock earlier.” You tried to hide your face, but Harry moved your hands. “And you like praise judging by the way your pussy clenched when I called you a ‘good girl.’” You bit your lip. “What else do you like, baby?”
You cleared your throat. “Well, I do like them. Um, pet names and such. I like being degradged. But, only during sex.” You chuckled sadly. “Zayn didn’t get that memo.” Harry squeezed you tighter. “Choking, a little bit of spanking.” Harry nodded. “I think that’s it.”
Harry smiled. “Oh, that’s it, huh?”
“Yeah,” you bit your lip.
He chuckled. “You’re so cute.”
You giggled, but then quickly moaned as Harry kissed your neck. You had forgotten anything you had just talked about when he kissed down your body and gave you three orgasms before calling it a night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been four months with Harry and things were going great. He helped you switch all of your bills and stuff over to your name. You two did it a lot, at his work especially, because it turned both of you on for some reason. And you were just in the honeymoon phase of your relationship.
So, as you were looking back at the cute texts Harry had sent you while you stood at the counter at work, you didn’t expect the person who came up to the counter.
“Hello, (Y/N).”
“Hi…” but you stopped talking as you saw Zayn standing on the other side of the counter. “What are you doing here?”
“That’s no way to greet a customer, now is it?”
You folded your arms. “It is when they’re a toxic ex-boyfriend.”
“Toxic,” he chuckled. “Sure, I was the toxic one.”
You let the comment go. “What do you want?”
“What do you think? I want to buy these books.” He slid over a pile to you and you had to stifle a laugh. Zayn didn’t read. The only thing he read was the sports section of the newspaper and Fox News articles.
You took them and scanned them anyway, since it was your job.
“How have you been?” he asked, as you put his books into a bag.
“Honestly?” you said, looking up at him. “I’ve never been happier.”
He snorted. “Still with that pervert?”
“He’s not a pervert!” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I am.”
“Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable knowing he looks at other women’s privates all day?”
“No. Your total is $46.90.”
“What? No discount?” he asked, taking out his wallet.
“$46.90, please,” you said again.
Zayn put his card in the chip reader and paid. Once the payment went through, you handed him his bag and receipt. “I’d say have a good day, but you don’t deserve it.”
“Whoa! That kind of talk could get you fired,” he said, taking his bag.
“No, it can’t,” your boss said, coming from out of the backroom. “Please, take your things and leave, sir.”
Zayn gave you both a dirty look and left the shop, shaking his head. You turned towards your boss. “He came here just to see me. That man has never read a book a day in his life.”
“I’ll keep an eye out,” your boss said, still looking at Zayn from outside, as he got into his car.
“Thank you.” ~~~ On your way home, you called Harry and put the phone on speaker as you drove. “I’m really hungry,” was the first thing you said when he picked up.
He chuckled. “Hello, Really Hungry. I’m Harry.”
You giggled. “Har! What do you want to eat?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. Pick me up something wherever you’re going to go. I’ll Venmo you.”
“You’re not going to Venmo me,” you said, as you pulled out of the parking lot and headed to Pizza Hut. “Do you want pizza?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Ok. Good,” you smiled.
“I’m heading over to your place. Is it cool to hop in the shower? It’s so hot at work.”
“Harry, you know it is,” you said.
“Cool. I’ll be there when you get there.”
“See you then.”
“Bye, baby,” he made a kissy noise before hanging up. ~~~ When you got to Pizza Hut, you ordered a half-plain, half-pepperoni pizza, and an order of breadsticks.
Just as you were about to leave, you bumped into a man. “Oh, sorry!”
Surprise, surprise. It was Zayn. AGAIN.
Your breath caught in your throat. “This can’t be a coincidence. You don’t even eat pizza.”
“I eat pizza,” he said, looking into your eyes.
“Disgusting cauliflower pizza, which I know they don’t have.”
“You’re crazy, (Y/N). You must be brainwashed from being with that pervert.”
You stamped your foot because you were so frustrated. Childish, you know, but you didn’t care. Luckily, for you, your foot landed right on Zayn’s and he winced, folding over. This gave you the perfect opportunity to get out the door and get back in your car.
You drove home, trying to control your nerves and shaky hands. When you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot, you saw Harry’s car, and parked right next to it. You grabbed the food and locked your car, heading into the building.
When you got in, you grabbed your mail and then headed to the elevators, texting Harry that’d you’d be right up. As soon as you got onto the elevators, you saw Zayn walking in the front door. Your eyes widened in shock, as the elevator doors closed.
You were having a full on panic attack in the elevator. You tried to inhale and exhale, taking in the smell of the pizza. When you got off, you sped walked to your apartment and tried to unlock it with shaky hands.
Harry pulled it open before you could unlock it and you ran right into his arms, shutting the door behind you.
“Hi, baby,” he said, as you locked the door. “Everything ok?”
“I think Zayn is following me.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, taking the food from you and grabbing your hand.
“He showed up at the bookstore today. Zayn doesn’t read. He never has.” Harry squeezed your hand tighter.
“Did he do anything to do?” Harry asked urgently, scanning your body.
“No. Not physically anyway.”
Harry nodded.
“And then when I was walking out of Pizza Hut, he was there,” you swallowed. “Zayn only eats cauliflower pizza because it’s ‘healthier and won’t give you a stomach.’ His exact words not mine.”
Harry was started to get mad at this point.
“And then when I was going up in the elevator, I saw him walking in the door to the building,” you finished.
Harry sighed. You both jumped as you heard a knock on the door. “(Y/N)?” You heard Zayn’s voice.
“Call the police,” Harry whispered to you. “I’ll take care of him.”
“Just… don’t get yourself in jail, please.”
“I got you,” he kissed your forehead and walked towards the door.
“Hello? Who is this?”
You heard laughter on the other side as you dialed 911. “I should’ve known you’d be here. Where’s (Y/N)?”
“Who’s (Y/N)? Who is this?” Harry played dumb.
“What’s your name? Henry? I know she’s in there. I saw her. Open up.”
“Nope. This isn’t Henry. You must have the wrong apartment.”
“911. What’s your emergency?” the woman on the phone asked.
You walked into your bedroom. “Hi. I think my ex-boyfriend is stalking me. He showed up everywhere I was today and he is currently outside my apartment.”
“Are you alone?”
“No. I have… someone here with me.” How do you define Harry?
“Do not open the door. We are going to send police over right away.”
“Thank you,” you said, your mouth suddenly dry.
Meanwhile, back at your door. “Zach?”
“No, Zayn,” he said, jiggling the doorknob.
“I don't know any Zayn’s.”
Your ex-boyfriend groaned outside the door.
You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in Harry’s ear. “They said don’t open the door. But, keep him here until the police come.”
Harry nodded and mouthed that he got you. He kept Zayn distracted. God bless him. Once Harry heard men in the hallway asking Zayn what he was doing outside, Harry backed away from the door. He wrapped an arm around your waist and listened to what they were saying.
“This is my girlfriend’s apartment. She just won’t let me in. She’s just playing a prank,” he chuckled.
Harry was about to say something, but you held him back. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out deeply.
There was a knock on the door. “Hello?” you asked.
“Ma’am, is this man out here your boyfriend?” the police officer asked.
“No. He’s my ex-boyfriend and has been following me around all day.”
“I have not!”
“Miss, my partner is going to take this man in his car and in for questioning. I’d like to talk to you if that’s ok,” the cop said.
You opened the door and saw Zayn being taken away in handcuffs, which made you super happy. The police officer entered your home and asked you about your and Zayn’s relationship and the events that occurred today.
“And this man is…?”
“Um,” you looked over at Harry. You two hadn’t really put a label on your relationship yet and didn’t know what Harry considered you.
“I’m her current boyfriend. Harry,” he cleared his throat. The cop nodded and wrote that down. Your heart was suddenly racing and Harry rubbed your back.
Once the police officer left, you thanked him and asked what you should do. “A restraining order would be the next best step. Change your locks. Carry pepper spray.”
You thanked him and he left. Once it was just you two, you turned to Harry and gave him a huge hug. He kissed the top of your head and you both just stood in silence for a while. You tried to fight it, but you felt tears pouring out of your eyes. You got Harry’s shirt all wet, but he didn’t care.
When you started to breathe like you were crying, Harry picked your head. “Baby,” he rubbed your cheek. “You ok?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed I guess.”
“Mmm. I get it. You’re safe here with me,” he rubbed your back.
“What am I going to do?”
“I think the restraining order is definitely needed,” he said. “My friend, Niall, is a lawyer. He could help you.”
“Really?” you sniffled. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “I want you to be safe.”
You smiled and hugged him tighter. “But, what if he shows back up before I get that?”
“You could always move.”
You shook your head and wiped away your tears. “I can’t afford that. The rent in this city is insane.”
“Well, you can’t stay here, baby.”
“I know,” you said, almost aggressively. You grabbed a slice of now cold pizza and stress ate. “But, what else can I do?”
Harry sat down on the stool next to you, also grabbing a cold slice of pizza. “I have a solution, but if you don’t want to, you can totally say no.”
“What’s up?” you asked.
“You could… move in with me. But, I understand if you think it’s too early for that or you don’t want to or whatever.”
You smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand. “I mean… I guess you are my boyfriend, so,” you shrugged.
Harry smiled back. “I’m sorry I said that without us discussing it. I didn’t know how else to explain it to the officer.” Wow. A man communicating and apologizing. That was new territory.
You squeezed his hand. “No, it’s ok. And thank you for apologizing. But, I didn’t hate it.”
Harry was beaming. “Yeah. Me either.”
You leaned over to kiss him and it was filled with pizza crumbs and giggles.
“So, you’ll be my girlfriend?” Harry asked, when you pulled away.
“Mmm. I’ll have to think about it,” you smirked.
Harry smirked and pulled you in to tickle you. “Funny.”
When you calmed down, you put your head on his shoulder. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Yay,” he said, kissing your head.
“And I’ll take that offer on moving in until I can find some place else.”
Harry smiled. “Good. I’ll call Niall tomorrow.”
“Ok. Can we go to bed now?”
“I need you to eat more,” Harry asked, kissing your forehead. “Please.”
“Ok. And then we go to bed.”
“Good girl.”
~~~~~~~~ A/n: i might do like one more part to this. I'm not sure. I feel like this ending was good. Lmk if you want more parts.
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I love tattooarrist harry and baker!y/n so much!! Can we please have more of them🥺🥺
No big deal; h.s.
Pairing:
Tattooartist!harry x baker!y/n
Summary:
"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."
POV:
Y/n's
Warnings: Slight angst
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I watch as the candle slowly melts with a sigh leaving my mouth, the cold dinner left untouched and the wine was left getting warm. I look up at the clock and my frown deepens.
I'll be back at 8, just me and you tonight love.
His charismatic voice with a wink rings through my mind. The clock taunts me with the hands striking 10, finally deciding he wasnt showing, I shoved my chair back the legs of the chair weeping from the tension against the wooden floor, and started picking up the dinner left to waste. Wrapping Harry's plate in plastic wrap i shove it in the fridge when a black ball of fur swivels its way between my legs, matilda meows sorrowful and i give her a light smile.
"He probably had to work late 'tilda." I hum giving her a pat before walking towards our bedroom.
As i sit on our bed I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, clicking his name i put my phone to my ear and wait as the sound of the ringing vibrates through my ear.
I obviously couldn't answer I'm probably busy at work or with y/n. If it's important give her a call.
I let out a frustrated huff at the voicemail, "Where the hell are you? We had plans tonight remember? Just give me a call back please."
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My body jolts as i hear the sound of keys jingle and the front door snapping open. I grab ahold of my glasses on the side table shoving them on and looking at the clock, 2:00 A.M. glares back at me. Are you actually kidding me? I put on my house shoes and walk towards the living area of the apartment, i watch as Harry pour himself a glass of water.
"And where the hell have you been?" I ask sharply as i glare at him, my hands on my hips Harry stops pouring the water and turns towards me with a frown.
"Out with Niall." He states bluntly taking a swig of water, a harsh laugh escapes my mouth and i nod.
"Did you forget something?" I ask with a sarcastic smile on my face.
He looks as if he's trying to remember something then shakes his head, "not that i recall."
Thats the fire that ignites my anger, "You made plans for us tonight! You wanted to have a nice quiet night in. I fucking made dinner, I had picked out a bath bomb for us to use. I even left work three hours early for this!"
"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."
No big deal.
"No big deal?!" I snap taking a step in his direction, "We barely get to spend any time together because you're always working late, you fucking promised me tonight and you broke that promise. You come home six hours later from a pub and expect me not to be upset? I mean fuck Harry!" I huff massaging my temples.
"Well maybe you should have called me!" He bites and i sigh shaking my head.
"You know what, this isnt even worth it." I hum grabbing my keys from the key rack.
"Where the hell are you going?" He asks moving over towards me.
"Martha's."
"Dont do this," he sighs, "look i'm sorry okay just dont leave please."
I take a look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair disheveled and a frown on his pretty pink lips before taking a deep breath, "i need some time to think and breathe before i make a mistake and do something irrational, if we keep going at this it'll turn out that way. Please respect my wishes."
His frown deepens and brows furrow further, "be back tomorrow?"
"I have work all day, i'll be back at 8." I spit his words back at him before throwing the door open and making my escape.
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"...all im saying is he's a prick, plain and simple make him suffer." Martha states as she wipes down the colourful table.
Marthas been giving me a lecture since i walked into her little cottage yesterday at 2 in the morning and she hasnt stopped. I walked in the bakery with a frown at 6 A.M. and it hasnt came off the entire day, regulars constantly coming in giving me a sympathetic smile and wishing my day well.
"But Martha..."
"No but, no nothing. Dont give me that bullshit, sure he loves you and you love him but its the principle of the matter." She hums sitting in an old rustic arm chair next to the bean bags. "Think of it this way, if it was the other way around; him staying home making the dinner and you didnt show till ass crack in the mornin', he would do the same shit. Walk his pretty ass out of the house and drive off to Niall's."
I huff as i plop myself on the bright pink beanbag bringing my palms to my eyes trying to rub out the migraine that was destined to form. I know she's right he would be upset if it was the other way around, and the fact that he was being so blunt and  careless was very disrespectful.
"So what now?" I ask picking at my nails.
"You wait till he apologises."
I let out a deep sigh, "Martha I was also wrong for just walking out."
"No you werent, you told him yourself. You would have done some stupid shit that you didnt mean if you stayed there." She replies sharply, "and while he's at the apologising tell him to come clean the damn tables and dishes."
I let out a snort and shake my head, glancing at the clock 8 o'clock is staring back at me, Martha looks at the clock and hums.
"You can go, Nat is here so she can help clean up."
"No, i'll stay." I smile at her before snatching her rag out of her hands and smirking at her, "get up you old hag it's deep cleaning day."
She gapes at me then glares, "fuck that shit, you can do that yourself for calling me an old hag!"
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I look at the clock on my dashboard, 10:30 it reads. Letting out a huff i grab my purse and some desserts I decide to bring home, everything will be fine i hoped. Walking up to the door i let one last deep sigh out before making my way through. The sound of things being knocked over make me jump slightly, looking up towards the dining area i see Harry with blood shot eyes and a blotchy face.
"You're home." He croaks out smiling at me with watery eyes.
"Yeah, stayed late to help Martha deep clean." I mumble sitting my purse on the coat rack and my keys on the key holder.
"I- um I made dinner for us." He chirps pointing to the meal on the table, "chicken parm your favourite."
I give him a weak smile before nodding and walking towards the dining table, looking at the meal my heart pulls. "Thank you thats thoughtful of you."
"No it's not, it's the bare minimum, you shouldn't thank me for this." He sighs shaking his head, "i have neglected you for weeks y/n. Making you promises and never pulling through, telling you we'd spend time together but it never happens. When you left last night, i um i got to thinking and do you know how many dates i've fallen through on?" He ask and i shake my head, not really one to keep count on things like that, "six, fucking six, that is six to many. I wanna make it up to you, i decided to cut back on my hours-"
"Harry you didnt-"
"I know i didnt have to, i wanted to." He smiles grabbing ahold of my hands, "i want to spend a lot more time with you, i want to be there for you the way you've been there for me."
Tears stream down my face as i smile at him letting out a chuckle, "i'm sorry for leaving."
"Dont be sorry, i would've left to if i was you."
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A/N: oh my god :') hello guys i miss yall so fucking much its insane first off thank you so much for the request anon<3 i've been dealing with personal shit and just been in a reading (and writing) slump </3 and i've also been waiting for someone to request something so thank youuuuu!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed as much as i enjoyed writing this<3
-All the love,
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Xo🐝
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hi! could i request something in which y/n and harry are childhood best friends and one day harry confesses that he is in love with her but y/n rejects him because she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him so she lies and says she doesn’t love him so that he will move on and find someone better, but instead he still lines for her and eventually she tells him the truth and they end up together? ty!
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this is about as smutty as i get so...enjoy!
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"I—You what?"
Y/n felt like her stomach had dropped all the way to her feet. She felt like she was glitching, like her brain couldn't compute her life as she was living it. Harry was standing in front of her outside her house, jade green eyes wide and earnest as he implored her to respond. His hair, which now curled all the way down to his shoulders, looked unkempt, like he'd been running a stressful hand through it the whole way to your parents' house.
Harry smiled, a small hopeful one that looked like he didn't even know he was doing it. "I love you. In—In like a not-just-a-friend kind of way. I know we've been friends since we could walk and that this might make things complicated, but I just had to tell you before I left for tour."
It was safe to say Y/n was speechless. All her life, she never expected that she would be in this position. Harry was her best friend, the boy she'd grown up with and did everything together. Until his career took off massively, of course. But even then Y/n and Harry considered each other best friends. It was all she ever thought they would be.
"I don't know what to say," Y/n finally said. Part of her wanted to run back into the house, another wanted to run over to Harry and launch herself at him. But her feet seemed to be rooted to the floor, frozen as Harry's confidence wavered.
"That...doesn't seem like a promising reaction," he said, trying to laugh it off. But you knew him, and she could already feel her heart breaking as his own closed itself off to her. "I—It's okay if you don't feel the same, I just—I just couldn't keep it a secret anymore."
Y/n bit her tongue, keeping a lid on what she actually wanted to say, what her heart was practically beating out of her chest to say. "I'm sorry."
Harry's face didn't fall, not in front of her. No, he was too good for that. He would never make Y/n feel bad, not if he could help it. She knew good and well that he would wait until his back was turned or he was in his car to let his face betray how he really felt. And she knew how he was feeling. She felt the exact same.
Since she could make sense of complex feelings, Y/n had been in love with Harry. She loved him when he got her in trouble for passing notes in grade school, she loved him when they exploded flour all over his mum's kitchen when they tried to make a cake for her brother's birthday. She loved him when he made her sit through his band rehearsals, and even when he auditioned for the X-Factor. And she continued to love him despite his other relationships and breakups and everything in between.
"I mean, there was a fifty-fifty chance you'd say you didn't feel the same, right? I knew that," he said. "I just feel like I wasted so much time, and—Shit, I had a whole speech planned and now I guess I don't need it."
Harry was always better than her, in so many ways. Y/n had always been the pale moon to his bright sun. He would get invited to things, and she would tag along because he asked if she could come too. She sat backstage while he performed for the whole world. Y/n had appreciated Harry as a friend growing up, had cherished his companionship, but in recent years she realized she was dead weight. As his friend, Y/n traveled the world, met the most interesting people, made the most amazing memories. Harry did it all for her, and what did she do for him, exactly? Harry deserved more, deserved better. No matter how much she loved him or how long, the best thing she could do as his friend was let him be with someone better.
"Harry, I—"
"No, it's fine, um...Listen, I know the next thing I'm supposed to say is that we can still be friends after this, but I think I might need some time."
"Of—Of course."
For the first time since they'd known each other, neither of them knew what to say. The last time Y/n could recall them not speaking was when she got her period for the first time and she was too embarrassed to talk to Harry. She had a feeling they wouldn't be talking for longer than a day now.
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four months later
It wasn't uncommon for Y/n to not see Harry, but this time the distance felt different, quieter. There were no long text chains, silly Snapchat videos, no phone calls just before he had to go onstage. Her only contact with Harry was through his occasional Instagram posts or talk show appearances. She knew that was coming, Harry had told her plain and simple that he would need some time, but she didn't think the hole in her heart would ache so terribly.
Even when they were apart, Y/n could always count on him to be there for her. Now they were practically strangers. It was her fault, of course, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"You're an idiot," Gemma said over the phone. Y/n had been avoiding Harry's family like the plague the last few months. She'd gotten away with it, probably because Harry wouldn't want to talk about what happened, either, but he must've, and now his older sister wouldn't leave Y/n alone.
"I'm looking at the bigger picture here, Gem," she said.
"What bigger picture? The only one I see is the two of you being disgustingly in love and everyone back home having to see it at Christmas."
It was embarrassing to say, even if it was the truth. "He's... He's outgrown me. There are people who would fit into his life much better than—"
"Really? This is about him being famous?" Gemma asked incredulously. "God, you really are an idiot sometimes, Y/n."
"Maybe, but I know he can do better," was all you could think of to say. "He'll get over it."
He'll get over me, she thought glumly.
Y/n heard Gemma's long, exasperated sigh. "Oh yeah? Is that what you think?" she asked, voice sharper now. "I don't know what you're afraid of, Y/n, but Harry is in love with you. He doesn't have a crush, he doesn't just want to have sex with you, he is in love with you. And you have been in love with my little brother for years. So pull your head out of your ass and tell him before he resents you for breaking his—"
Gemma's scolding paused, though Y/n wasn't really sure why. It was definitely deserved. She needed to hear it, especially from someone close to Harry. They hadn't spoken since he came to her parents' house to tell her he loved her, and she perhaps hopefully assumed that he would be okay afterwards. Hearing that he wasn't made Y/n feel worse, but it also made her realize that maybe she and Harry could work.
"Hey, I have to go," Gemma said in a rush.
"Why? What's—"
Y/n couldn't even get anything else out before the line went dead. She looked down at her phone, utterly confused. "Hope everything's okay," she murmured before going back to staring at the TV in front of her. She'd been doing a lot of that recently.
Later that night, Y/n was in her room getting ready for bed. She applied all her serums, and spent some extra time with her face roller, trying to ease the stress of her conversation with Gemma out of her forehead. As she did so, Y/n considered herself in the mirror.
She was pretty, she supposed. Not beautiful, like the models Harry dated or was friends with. She remembered feeling so intimidated and so insecure the first time Harry invited her out to meet some of his "industry friends." But now she was okay with the fact that she wasn't exotic looking or had fluttery eyelashes or a toned stomach. Y/n knew how to enhance the features she did have and was perfectly fine with not dating outrageously attractive individuals.
As she was putting crescent-shaped masks beneath her eyes, Y/n heard pounding on her front door. Startled, she carefully went downstairs, peeking through the peephole before opening it. Her eyes widened when she saw who was on the other side.
"Harry? What are you doing here?"
"Why did you tell me you didn't feel the same?" he said, not bothering with an explanation. "You stood there as I poured my heart out to you, and, what? Weren't brave enough to say it back?"
"I—"
"I just don't understand why you would just wouldn't say it if you feel the same way," he continued. "Do—Do you think it was easy for me to admit that I was in love with you? Because it wasn't. But I didn't anyway. I just—I just don't understand—"
"I was afraid, okay?" Y/n finally said. She couldn't stand hearing her best friend be so upset with her. "I've—I have...loved you. For as long as I can remember," she admitted, her hands shaking as she spoke. "Since we were kids, you know? And I knew...I knew you didn't think of me that way back then. And then you become this person that everyone loves, and I—I'm not like them, Harry. I'm not."
Harry took a couple steps forward, toward where Y/n was standing in the doorway of her home. He didn't look as angry as he did before, the harsh crease between his brow easing to a soft furrow. "Like who?"
"Don't make me say it," Y/n said. She felt ridiculous enough explaining it to herself. She wasn't like his model girlfriends or heiress companions or artist friends. She was Harry's friend from the small town he grew up in.
But she didn't have to say anything. Harry had known Y/n long enough to realize what she was thinking without her having to say a word. She was honestly surprised he never discovered how she felt about him all these years.
"You really think I'm that shallow?" he said, sounding hurt.
"You deserve someone who's from—who can—"
"I deserve to be with the person I love," Harry told her. "Stop trying to dictate how I feel. Just let it happen, Y/n love."
Harry's voice took on a tone Y/n didn't recognize. It was soft, delicate. Like a caress. And then he did caress her, one knuckle grazing all the way down the side of her face from her temple to her chin. He held her there, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip while he searched for the answer to a question she didn't even know he was asking. Y/n felt breathless as Harry looked down at her, his gaze heavy lidded as he took in every inch of her face. She caught the nearly imperceptible smile as he looked at the patches beneath her eyes, but his expression turned into something that made her stomach turn into knots when they finally reached her mouth.
When he began to lean down, Y/n froze. She'd wanted this so bad for so long, had sabotaged herself and Harry into thinking it wasn't possible. But she didn't stop him, didn't move out of the way or turn her head to the side or tell him not to. Just let it happen, he'd said. So she did.
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"Are we really doing this?"
"Not if you don't want to."
"I—oh—I really want to. Please, Harry."
"Tell me how you want me, love."
"I..."
Y/n was slightly embarrassed by how quickly Harry had seemed to light her entire body on fire. When they made it to her bedroom, he was all over her—kissing whatever skin was exposed while his hands rid her of her clothes. And she let him, eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open the whole time. Harry was relentless as he kissed a collar of bruises around her throat, one hand bracing himself above her while the other cupped her breast so casually, like he'd done it for years.
It was hard to imagine that this was what Y/n was cheating herself of when she told him she didn't love him four months ago. No one has ever made her feel this good, and they hadn't even done much of anything yet.
But in the haze of her own pleasure, she wanted to make sure that Harry felt as good as she did. He asked her how she wanted him, and now that she'd taken a minute to think, she knew.
"Lie down for me," she said.
"You sure?" Harry asked, understanding what she meant.
Y/n merely nodded before easing him down against the bed with a gentle hand to his chest. She held his face in her hand, looking down at him and admiring the face she'd loved forever. He probably had somewhere to be, and yet he was here. With her. She kissed his forehead, then worked her way down, down, down. To his nose and lips, to his jaw and the elegant slope of his neck, to his chest, where her stomach flipped when she felt it beating hard in his chest. She kissed his stomach and all the tattoos on his torso, each hip bone and the waistband of his black briefs, and the bulge in them that was becoming harder and harder to ignore. But she continued on, kissing his thighs and all around them, unable to stop herself from making one little mark in the sensitive flesh.
"Y/n."
Harry was patient, his pants and breathy groans encouraging. When Y/n had had enough, she dragged her nose all the way back up to his underwear and began to tug them down, easing him out of them and tossing them unceremoniously off the bed.
And then she continued kissing him, loving him the way she'd dreamed about late at night more times than she cared to admit. Her focus zeroed in on Harry, on the sole objective of his pleasure. Nothing else mattered more than making him feel better than anyone had ever made him feel. Y/n got lost in it—in the noises he made, and the feel of him in her mouth, and the dull graze of her nails on the insides of his thighs.
"Y/n."
Harry's voice sounded strained as his hand reached for her hair, his grip gentle but firm enough to get her attention. She almost didn't want to stop, but she eventually did, smiling sheepishly when she met his gaze.
"What?"
"I don't think I'm going to last, and I—I need to—"
"Oh." A blush stained her cheeks.
"So get over here. Please."
Y/n crawled over to him, but not before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She was about to awkwardly ask Harry if he wanted to be on top or not when he grabbed her chin a little harshly, pulling her lips down to his.
Every kiss until now had been slow, sensual, passionate but delicate. This one was bruising, toe-curling. Harry's tongue pushed its way into Y/n's mouth, his hand gripped firmly in her hair at the nape of her neck. She didn't even have the chance to whine or whimper, as he devoured each one in a kiss. His teeth dug into her lip, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, he pinched the inside of her thigh and soothed it over with his thumb. And all Y/n could think was that she wanted more.
"Promise me," she managed to get out. "Promise me you're mine." Y/n didn't think she could be with anyone else again knowing Harry made her feel this good. And she knew that part of it was because she loved him so much that enhanced every kiss, every touch of skin against skin.
"I'm yours," Harry promised, easing himself in. "I'm yours, Y/n."
He kept saying it. Over, and over, and over again. That first time, and the second and third that followed later into the night. He kept promising, like he knew she needed to hear it, needed to know that this wasn't going to be a fleeting moment.
And she said it back, mumbling into his shoulder as she clung to him, afterwards when they were just staring at each other because yes, they'd known each other forever, but they were something different. Harry was the boy she'd loved for as long as she could remember, but now he was the boy who loved her back.
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