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late night talking 2

here is the long awaited part two to late night talking (aka cam girl!yn and nerdrry)!!!! I v much hope you guys like this part as much as you liked the first :)))) enjoy!

read part one here

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content warnings: smut (oral - f receiving, fingering, dirty talk, riding, mentions of squirting, size kink, daddy kink, mentions of sex toys and bondage, minor edging)

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. . .

If Harry were to describe the joy he feels when listening to Y/N discuss her day with him over the phone, he's sure he would never shut up.

At first, he'd been nervous about what they would talk about. Did she expect them to have dirty, filth-filled conversations? What if she charged him for it? Harry would undoubtedly shell out the money, too embarrassed to explain he had different expectations, but it's not what he wanted — not by a long-shot.

Admittedly, the first five or 10 minutes had been rocky. After chatting exclusively through direct messaging on Y/N's cam site, it was a little difficult to get used to transferring those conversations to the phone. She was used to relying on witty jokes with emojis, he was accustomed to having more time to thoughtfully write out responses. Talking one-on-one limited both of those things, ridding them of their comfort blankets. But once the ice melted, names were exchanged, and Y/N's breathy giggle sounded through the receiver, Harry was a goner.

"Wait, so how is it that we live in the same city?" Harry questions as he pulls at a loose thread on one of the throw pillows on his couch. "The odds of that are like... slim to none."

"Well, you'd know, you have a degree in computer science," Y/N replies teasingly. "I'm pretty sure the homepage tries to cater to your location. It's kind of weird and freaky if you think about it for too long."

"That's... kind of horrifying." 

She hums, "I know. But if I hide my feed from the homepage, I'd have to solely rely on my regulars."

Harry doesn't want to be a dick so he doesn't say anything in response, but he wishes she could. He despises the fact that there are local creeps watching her every night, even if that includes him. Quickly, he tries to shove down his possessive nature, knowing he doesn't quite have anything to be jealous of — she's her own person.

"Don't worry, I have a baseball bat by the door." she jokes, but it doesn't land the way she intends. Her mouth twists into a wince when Harry remains silent on the other side.

"Just want you to be safe, hm?" he says gently, "I know you can take care of yourself, but... you know what I mean, don't you?"

"Are you trying to say that you care about me?"

He huffs, a surprised puff of air leaving his lungs. 

"Yes," he finally forces out, anxiety beginning to claw at his insides, "Of course I do."

A beat. The nerves have grown nasty fangs and nails, but then— 

"I care about you, too."

Harry has to squeeze the pillow so a girlish squeak doesn't escape his mouth.

. . .

From: Y/N🎀

my boss made me stay late today so I don't think ill make it home for our 6 pm phone call :( can I call you later?

Harry tries not to pout as his eyes scan over Y/N's text for a second time. Ever since their initial phone call a few weeks ago, they unintentionally set up a daily schedule where they'd chat as soon as she got home from work. Usually, they spoke up until she started her stream, but she took Fridays off since there weren't as many people logging on to watch. All day, he had been looking forward to getting her for a few hours without any interruptions. 

(She often keeps him on the phone as she eats dinner or picks out a lacy set of lingerie. The latter makes him feel special, like he has some sort of behind-the-scenes look of what happens prior to her logging on. It also happens to thicken up his cock a fair amount.)

To: Y/N🎀

I'm sorry he's doing that to you on a Friday. You're right, he's a dick.

Call me whenever you're able. I'll be around.

In an ideal world, maybe Harry could pick them up some dinner and he could meet her at the office, so she could eat while she finished work. Or, he could even take her out to a nice restaurant after — but beyond the very obvious restrictions of their relationship (or maybe it was just a friendship with virtual benefits?), Harry was deeply insecure. They were both lonely people, he knew, and they were simply reaping the benefits until someone better came along for her. 

His phone buzzes, ripping him from his self-deprecating thoughts: thank you<3 you're the sweetest, staying in on a friday just so you can talk to little old me!!! x

A snort leaves him. He can't remember the last time he had actual social plans that involved leaving the house on the weekend. Friday nights were almost always reserved for playing video games with his friends, baking a new recipe he found on Pinterest, or, that one time where he tried to teach himself how to knit a little sweater for Beatrice. 

(It went terribly and Beatrice ended up having more fun with the ball of yarn anyway.)

The thing is, Harry knows he's a nerd. He's pretty much the picture of a dorky, grown-up introvert, with his thick-rimmed glasses, computer engineering job, cat, and pathetically lonely social life. How on earth could Y/N not see that?

(Maybe she does, and she's just taking advantage of him. He doesn't foresee that being a possibility, but his anxious insecurities take him there every now and then.)

He spends his time moseying around his apartment while he waits for her to get home. By the time he's done baking espresso brownies and tidying up the kitchen, making sure to place the tray high enough so Beatrice can't get into them, he hears his phone vibrating on the countertop. A jolt of energy and happiness zips through him when he sees her name splayed across his screen, immediately pressing answer and putting her on speaker.

"Hiiii," she sings into the receiver, and he can already tell she's traipsing around her own home, "You picked up fast."

"Told you I'd be around whenever you wanted to talk."

"You're too good to me," she says, though he has to lower the phone the second he hears noisy crunching on the other line, "Sorry, I literally just got in. I'm eating Cheetos for dinner."

"I thought you were gonna order in from that new stir fry place," Harry replies, thinking back to her mulling over the idea last night.

"I was, but then I had to work until 7 pm, which meant I didn't get home until... what time is it? Oh, it's already 8:15! There goes my entire Friday night!"

He smiles gently at her dramatics, though he understands. "You can still order, babe. They don't close until 10."

"But I just opened this bag of Cheetos."

He resists the urge to roll his eyes. "You can use one of those handy clips to close it so they don't go stale."

"I don't have any of those."

Harry shakes his head as his eyes scan over the small bowl of them on his kitchen countertop. 

"Put the Cheetos down, Y/N. Order the stir fry. You deserve it."

A sigh passes through her lips. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. You had the longest week and you just had to work after hours on a Friday."

"Alright, fine."

He hears the light tapping of her fingers against the phone screen, which only leads him to believe that she's actually doing what he's requested of her for once. He busies himself with cozying up on the couch, throwing a blanket over his lap as Beatrice jumps up onto the cushion next to him. 

"Okay, done," she says a few moments later. "So, speaking of deserving things. I got you something."

"You got me something?" Harry asks with furrowed brows.

"Mhmm. I saw it online and wanted you to have it— well, it's for both of us, actually, but that's besides the fact. Anyway, I need your address so I can send it to you."

Harry's brain begins to glow with possibilities, completely unsure of what she could possibly have gotten him. 

"Is this just an excuse to stalk me?" he jokes, making her snort.

"No, Harry. Send me your address, please. It's a present."

He quickly removes the phone from his ear, pressing the speaker button and opening up their text thread. 

"Fine, I'm sending it to you now," he murmurs, typing out his address, "But it better not be something weird."

Y/N snorts and for a moment, it's quiet. Harry's used to silent lulls in their conversations, especially because they'll sometimes be on the phone together for hours. He occupies himself with gently petting Beatrice's coat, making a mental note to brush her orange fur out after they hang up tonight.

"Harry?"

Y/N's voice rings softly through the receiver. Focused on scratching the top of Beatrice's head, he lets out a distracted hum, assuming she's just making sure he's still there.

"We live 10 minutes from each other." 

It takes him a moment to digest what she's just told him. At first, he thinks it's a joke. There's no way the girl he's been watching every night for the past few months lives so close to him. But when she doesn't follow it up with a "just kidding!", he realizes she may be telling the truth. 

"What?" he finally chokes out, his posture straightening slightly. Could they have run into each other without evening noticing it? Passing by one another on a busy street, Y/N walking home from work while Harry stops at the grocery store? 

"Yeah," she breathes out in disbelief, "You live on Beekman, right? I'm three streets over."

"This is insane," he blurts out. "You're not messing with me?"

"I wouldn't do that."

Harry's unsure if the conversation has taken a turn of shock or tension. There's an obvious question lingering between them, but he's too scared to bring it up. He's too scared to even think about it.

Meeting in person... it seemed like something they'd never get close to doing. Harry was never positive about where their dynamic would lead, but in the back of his head, he did fret about the lack of endgame. He assumed she would get bored of him one day — why wouldn't she, when she's this gorgeous, fun, care-free person, and he's the complete opposite?

"Are you okay?"

Her question rips him from his cycling thoughts. Beatrice climbs into his lap, absorbing the anxiety radiating from his chest. He clears his throat. 

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm just... that's crazy."

"It is," she agrees. "I guess... well, if you're comfortable with it, maybe I could bring you your gift sometime. Instead of mailing it."

Harry and Y/N both know that this discussion is no longer about whatever thing she bought with him in mind. It's a proposal — a leap of faith that she's leaving in Harry's court, allowing him to call the shots. It's a terrifying place to be. 

"Would you want that?" he asks breathily, nibbling on his bottom lip.

"I would," she replies almost instantly. "But only if you want that."

She's making the jump, and she's doing it whether he's ballsy enough or not. If he says no, she'll continue living her life as the happy-go-lucky person she is. It's scary — it's so, so scary for him, because for once, he doesn't know how things will end up. He can't calculate the answer. He can't premeditate or plan it out. 

But maybe she's worth it. So he jumps, too.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

. . .

Y/N thinks she may throw up. 

She's contemplated every excuse to get out of tonight — not because she doesn't want to meet Harry, but because she's never, ever done this before. It's entirely out of her comfort zone, understandably. Was she being insane, meeting up with one of her subscribers? She doesn't think Harry gives off serial killer vibes, and he's more than just someone subscribed to her stream, but was it possible that he would put in months of work, talking to her on the phone every day and listening to her chatter on and on about her day, just to do something awful?

What if he expected... more? From her, not just physically, but as a person, too. They still haven't revealed their faces to one another, so she knows tonight is bound to be a lot. Which brings her back to her previous point: Was there an excuse she could blurt out to cancel?

She thinks about it all day, barely getting any work done. Though she and Harry typically exchange far more texts during the day, the tension and nervousness between them both is apparent. He messaged her good morning and they spoke a bit when she got to work, but neither of them seemed as talkative as usual.

Finally, when it's time to head home, she's somewhat relying on Sam to ask her to stay back and work later — but of course, the one day that she wants him to, he left early, calling an end to his day hours ago. With a grumble, Y/N begins the short trek back to her place.

Last night, when she was apparently much higher on courage, she and Harry had decided that 7 would be a good time to meet up. He offered to go to hers if it made it more comfortable, or even getting dinner or something in public. Y/N appreciated it, but she didn't find it necessary — she wanted to be able to leave at a moment's notice if she needed to, plus, on the bright side, she really wanted to meet his cat, Beatrice. 

When she gets home, she has 30 minutes before she has to be over at his. She decides to change her outfit, nitpicking at her wardrobe and figuring out what's the best way to say, "I've really enjoyed our virtual conversations over the past few months and I have a crush on you, but maybe not because we've never met before. Also, if you could just forget how we *technically* met so we could attempt to have a real shot at a relationship, maybe, that could be cool." 

Sighing, she lays back against her bed. This is crazy, right?

This has to be crazy.

. . .

Harry thinks he may have lost any and all inklings of sanity.

"Beatrice, is this crazy?" he wonders aloud to his snuggly cat. She's currently tucked into her favorite corner of the couch, nuzzling the pink sherpa blanket his mom bought him for Christmas last year. 

He logged off from work an hour early today to give him some time to clean up his apartment, wanting to make sure it was spotless for Y/N. They halfway decided that they'd eat dinner together, but he wasn't sure if she had any dietary preferences or allergies, so he figured getting take-out from the local Chinese place they both like would be the best option. (How awful would that be, if he tried to cook her a romantic meal and instead gave her an allergic reaction? Harry shudders at the mere thought of it.)

He spends far too long standing in front of his closet with a sleepy Beatrice in his arms, trying to figure out the best outfit to wear. Typically, he's in a pair of sweats or athletic shorts at this time, but that felt too casual. 

"What about these?" he asks Beatrice, grabbing a pair of his favorite mustard yellow trousers. "You're right, they're too much. We want to appear cool. Right?"

She simply meows in response.

He hands are shaking when his phone dings, signifying an incoming text from Y/N: on my way!! see you soon :). He lets out a nervous yelp, pulling at his hair as he throws himself into his closet. Based on what she told him last night about living close by, she'll be here in around 10 minutes, so he settles on a cozy sweatshirt and a pair of loose fitting jeans.

That'll be fine, right? 

God, he needs to find someone else to talk to besides himself and his cat.

He's pulling on a pair of his favorite wool socks, haphazardly jogging between the bathroom and his room to finish getting ready. He applies an extra coat of deodorant (just in case!), spritzes on some cologne (his sister got it for him a few years back, she said it seemed like 'his scent', whatever that meant), and runs a hand through his messy curls, trying to make his hair look sort of styled. To this day, he's not really sure how to style it, instead just letting it air dry every time he showers. 

His eye catches the time as he traipses back downstairs. It's 6:58. He wonders if she'll be early or late. What if she doesn't come at all? What if she just decides to stand him up, because... because this is insane. This is insane behavior. 

And then... his phone dings. 

here i think!! sorry im really bad w directions and I walked here lol

. . .

Every single part of her anxious brain is telling Y/N to turn around and go back home. This a terrible idea, she frets, picking at her nails and swallowing tightly, Turn around. Turn around, turn around, turn around—

"Y/N?"

Her head snaps up. In complete honesty, she assumed she was standing in front of the wrong townhouse — she really is bad with directions, so she's slightly shocked when the door in front of her opens, revealing a very attractive man. 

"Harry...?" Y/N asks, testing out the way it feels to call him his name in person. With a slightly bashful facial expression, he nods. 

"Do you— did you want to come in?"

She nods, suddenly feeling how cold the evening is. The later hour brought a chill to the air, one that feels like it has a promise of snow. She hopes she's wrong since she really doesn't want to walk home in freezing temperatures, but thoughts of the weather are ripped from her mind the second Harry politely guides her in.

She toes her boots off at the entryway, gently placing them next to his own pair of Adidas sneakers. She can feel him behind her, only because the front hall is too small for someone to pass by — but if she's being honest, she doesn't think she minds his hovering warmth. All she wants to do is turn around and analyze him. 

She doesn't know what to do — she's being awkward, they both are — so she turns around, not wanting to just welcome herself into his home. 

It turns out, he's far closer than she had originally anticipated. Nearly bumping into his chest, she gasps in surprise, lifting a hand to her heart like she's an actress in a bad scary movie. It makes Harry chuckle breathily, melting the ice ever so slightly.

"You alright?" he asks, "Sorry, it's a bit small in here. It's just me and Beatrice, so I don't need much room."

"Beatrice!" Y/N remembers with wide eyes. "Where is she?"

Harry hums, taking the opportunity to brush past Y/N. She swallows, inhaling his spicy vanilla scent in his wake. It sends an involuntary shiver down her spine as she follows him to the living room. 

"Here she is," he coos, scooping her up from the floor and into his arms. Y/N's heart warms at the sight of a tall, attractive man holding a sweet kitten. "She's been very lethargic all day. Think she likes the winter just 'cos she gets more snuggles out of it."

"'s cute," she mumbles, biting her lip. Her eyes flicker to Harry's face. She seems to be more enamored by his appearance than hers. She wasn't expecting him by any means to fall to his knees and praise her for her beauty, and supposes it makes sense considering he's seen far more of her than she's seen of him. She's somewhat lost in those thoughts when she accidentally blurts the words out, her eyes going wide:

"You're cute."

Harry glances up, his cheeks glowing a pink hue almost immediately. "Sorry?"

Well, can't back down now, she thinks to herself. Swallowing, she forces her mouth to form around the words again. "You're cute," she repeats. "Sorry. That just kind of came out. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, this is just.... y'know, the first time I'm seeing you."

He clears his throat and bites his bottom lip, almost as if he's trying to hide a smile creeping at the edges of his lips. 

"I think you're beautiful," he says softly, and the compliment makes her heart glow in her chest, "I didn't want to mention anything about appearances, 'cos I know maybe you were expecting someone different, but—"

"What do you mean?" she asks with furrowed brows. "I didn't have any expectations."

"Well, that's good. I guess I just wasn't sure if you were anticipating someone... else."

It takes a second for the words to click in her brain. Then, with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, she reaches out to lightly grasp at his elbow, willing his attention to shift from Beatrice to her. 

"Harry, do you not find yourself attractive?"

It's a loaded question for any other first-time-meet-up, but at this point in their relationship, they've divulged a ton of information. She doesn't necessarily feel like much is off limits anymore. 

Harry shrugs, mentally weighing his answer. "I mean, I think I'm just... fine."

"Fine?" Y/N repeats. "I'm not bullshitting you and I'm sorry if this makes you feel weird, but you're one of the most attractive men I've ever met."

He scoffs, allowing Beatrice to jump out of his arms. She leaps down to the floor, as if she's also feeling the intensity of the conversation and wants to be as far away from it as possible. With his hands now free, he sits down on the edge of his blue L-shaped couch, Y/N following suit. She sits across from him, watching as he wrings his hands together in his lap. 

"I feel like that's probably a lie, you—"

"I told you I'm not bullshitting you."

Her response makes him laugh softly. "Yeah, but your whole career is based on, like... being attractive. I mean, look at you — you've definitely met more good looking people than me."

"Do you think I often meet up with people I meet from my streams?" Y/N asks, tilting her head to the side with a mocking smile. He knows she doesn't, because they discussed this multiple times before. "I don't know anyone in real life. Not from there, at least. You're the only one."

Harry shrugs his shoulders. "I guess it's just a little surprising."

"There's nothing to be surprised about," she reassures him gently. In an act of courage, she doesn't think much before her hand lands on his knee, giving it a light squeeze. "I want to be here. With you. I care about you."

A smile curls at the edges of his lips. 

"So," she says, leaning back against the plushy cushions of his couch, "What were you thinking for dinner?"

. . .

Once the awkward tension melts between the two, it's as if they've known each other forever. 

They order food and talk about everything and anything while Friends plays quietly in the background. Secretly, Y/N is over the moon — she never could have imagined things going this well between them. 

It's only when she yawns loudly, feeling exhaustion begin to seep into her bones that she realizes how late it is. When she glances at her phone to check the time, her eyes bulge. 

"Harry! It's 1 am, you should've kicked me out ages ago!" she exclaims, sitting up. With furrowed brows and puffy, sleepy eyes, he turns to look at her. 

"Didn't even realize it was that late," he mumbles, suppressing a yawn of his own. "By the way, I would never kick you out."

She shakes her head with a small smile and rises from the couch. "C'mon, walk me out."

He nods and follows her out of the living room, back down to the hallway where she left her coat and shoes. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leans his hip against the wall, watching as she gets ready to leave. He wishes there was a way he could ask her to stay. 

"Text me when you get home, alright?" he says lowly. Once she fits her boots over her feet, she straightens, nodding her head. 

"I will," she murmurs. She can't help it when her eyes quickly flit down to his lips, a zip of anxiety firing through her chest. She so badly wants to kiss him. And, as if they're both elongating their goodbyes, he clears his throat before toeing his own shoes on.

"I'll walk you to your car." 

"Oh, I walked here," she replies, stuffing her arms into her navy puffer jacket. 

Harry furrows his eyebrows. "You walked?"

"Yeah, of course. We're only, like, 10 minutes away from each other, you know."

"Babe..." Harry sighs, the pet name nearly making her drool, "Didn't you see there's a huge snowstorm slated for tonight? They predicted a few inches by midnight."

Y/N's eyes widen. "Really?"

He laughs lightly before nodding his head. He gingerly wraps his hand around the doorknob to the front door, pulling it open just enough to where Y/N can see massive snowflakes falling from puffy clouds above. It's freezing, a cold chill making her shudder just from the quick peek outside. 

"Fuck." she mutters, pulling her jacket closer to her body. 

"Stay," he blurts out, glancing down at her shorter stature. "I... you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep down here. I just don't want you going out in that. It's late."

The nerves are apparent in his shaky voice, but nonetheless, Y/N's nodding her head before he even finishes what he's saying. 

"Okay." she breathes. "Can I borrow some pajamas?"

"Yeah, of course."

She follows him up to his bedroom, where he pulls a pair of sweatpants and a vintage tee-shirt out from his dresser. The room is clean, unsurprisingly so — if she's learned anything about Harry tonight, it's that he takes good care of his space, which she considers to be a great trait. His bed is made, his nightstand free from dust and only donning one of those fancy sunrise alarm clocks and a reusable water bottle. 

He hands them to her, "I'll give you some privacy."

She nods with a small smile, murmuring out a thank you. Once he shuts the door behind him, she quickly sheds her own clothing and folds it neatly before pulling on his clothes. A moment or so later, he knocks politely, waiting for her to let him know if it's okay to come in. 

"You're good," she calls out. He twists the doorknob open and stands in the entryway with a spare pillow and blanket tucked beneath his arm.

"I'm gonna change and head downstairs, but let me know if you need anything."

They stand there, looking at one another as if they're waiting for the other to say what's on both of their minds. When the silence remains, he flashes her a tight smile and turns around. 

"Wait!" she exclaims, mentally cringing at the high-pitched tone of her voice. "Will you stay for a bit?"

Harry's shoulders visibly deflate. Once again, he bites his lip, as if he's trying to hide a smile. 

"Yeah. I can stay."

They move silently but it's like they've performed this dance a million times before. She watches as he peels back the blankets on his bed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He turns the light off before smoothing over the cotton sheets, as if he's making sure they're suitable for her to lay in. 

"Lemme just throw some sweats on," he mumbles, striding over to his dresser, "Get comfortable, okay?"

He excuses himself to the bathroom, where he slowly undresses himself and pulls on a cozy pair of sweatpants. He typically sleeps naked or just in a pair of briefs, but he would never even dream of doing anything remotely like that with Y/N in his bed. 

Fuck. Y/N's in his bed.

He swallows tightly and tries to ward off the anxiety bubbling in his chest, taking time to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he's elongated the process enough, he returns to the bedroom to find her laying down and curled up in his blankets. It's almost as if she knew what side Harry typically sleeps on, opting for the one that's always empty.

"Are you comfortable?" Harry asks quietly as he moves through the dark, dumping his clothes from today in the hamper. She hums softly, a pretty sound that makes his length jump in his sweatpants. 

"Your bed is nice." she murmurs. He chuckles and gets in next to her, leaving enough space between them so he doesn't crowd her space. 

"I'm glad you think so. Want you to sleep well tonight."

Despite the exhaustion permeating from both of their bodies, Y/N finds it difficult to get completely comfortable, to the point where she could fall asleep. She can't help the excitement buzzing in her bones from being next to Harry — her fleetwoodlondon tipper. 

"Are you still awake?" she whispers. 

He doesn't answer immediately, which leads her to believe he's already fallen asleep. But then, he shifts onto his side, tucking his hands beneath his cheek to face her. "Mhm. What's wrong?"

She shrugs. "Nothing. Just not sleepy enough yet."

"Do you want me to talk to you about computer engineering? That'll knock you out in seconds."

She giggles, flipping onto her side and mimicking his position. She nibbles on her bottom lip as she assesses his features in the darkness of his bedroom — the slope of his nose, his two slightly overlapped front teeth, the dull sharpness of his cheekbones. 

"No, but you can talk to me about other stuff."

"Hmm," he says, placing his hand down against the mattress between them. Instinctively, she reaches out to intertwine their fingers together. His heart speeds up. "What was that gift you were supposed to give me tonight?"

Her cheeks redden and she's grateful he can't see the nervousness that pops up on her face. 

"It's not important." she rushes out. 

"That's not an answer," he sing-songs, giving her hand a squeeze, "C'mon, tell me."

"It's embarrassing now."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Embarrassing?"

She nods.

"How so?"

"Well... it was more so for when we didn't know we lived close to each other. Before we decided to meet in person."

"Okay...?" 

"I got us Bluetooth sex toys." she blurts out with a warm face. The heat from her shame travels down the length of her body, making her sweat beneath his gaze. "Um, I got a cock ring for you and a vibrator for me. So we could control them for each other. I bough them the day after you, um, told me what to do on my stream. It's stupid now, and I'm sorry if that's crossing a huge boundary since I know we haven't done anything like that in a month, so maybe you've changed your mind—"

"I haven't changed my mind." he cuts her off. "I still watch every one of your streams."

She swallows harshly. "Really?"

"I never miss one," he admits. "And the fact that you thought of me like that and... got us those is... it's really hot, Y/N."

Her core throbs. It's the first time she's heard him talk like this not over text or private messaging. She squeezes her thighs together as she bites on her bottom lip, attempting to slow her breathing to a normal pace. 

"You think so?" she breathes. 

"Yeah."

Even without a single light on in his bedroom, she can feel his intense gaze on her. Unhurriedly, she moves her leg closer to his, wiggling it to fit between his thighs. He welcomes her touch without a word. 

"I really liked when you dominated me that night," she whispers. Perhaps it's a confession that doesn't need to be verbalized — he knows she adored it not only because she asked for it, but because she came in record time, too. Since that evening, he hasn't stopped thinking how he watched her hole clench around her fingers because of him. She moaned his name — or rather, his honorific — over and over again. Every time he's gone to jerk off without watching her stream, it's all he's needed to think about, blurts of cum spraying his stomach not a few minutes later.

"I liked doing it." he murmurs. She begins to move her foot up and down the length of his calf, the feeling of her soft skin making him shiver. 

"What else did you like?"

The tip of his tongue peeks out to lick over his lips. What a loaded question — he likes just about everything she does, but that was a guaranteed cop-out of an answer. 

"I liked hearing you call me daddy," he confesses lowly. "Liked watching you. Thought about you bouncing on my cock and finishing that way."

She hums, closing the distance between them without even realizing it. Their chests are pressed up against each other's, her puffy nipples now stiff peaks beneath the soft fabric of his tee-shirt. He can feel himself thickening up steadily, though he's sure he would've gotten hard just by sleeping next to her. 

"I think I would let you do just about anything you want to me," she admits, nibbling on her bottom lip, "You turn me on so much... I don't even think you realize it."

He huffs in disbelief, snaking an arm around her waist to gently tug her impossibly closer. He gives her hip a small squeeze as a test — he's been thinking about throwing her around like a doll for months on end, but her comfort is his top priority, always. 

"What does 'anything' entail?" he asks. He knows he's asking for trouble now, that there's no returning from this. There's no way that this night won't end with him balls deep inside of her, thrusting his cum into her pussy until she's squealing and pushing him away from overstimulation.

"Well, for starters, you can take me however you want," she says, trailing soft fingertips down his chest. She stops at his abs and he breathes in sharply, willing her to continue her journey downwards. "From behind, me on top... wherever and whenever you want. Don't care if we're in public, either. I'd love to show you off and make sure everyone knows I cum for you."

He groans, head tilting back slightly from her possessive words. "More," he demands gruffly.

"Want you to use all my toys on me... tie me up, press a vibrator to my clit until I can't see straight anymore," her fingers meet his hips, lightly feeling over his cock underneath his sweatpants. "Have you watched the shows where I squirt?"

"Of course I have, pretty baby."

Her chest warms at the nickname. As if it's a reward, her hand dips beneath his sweatpants, gasping in mock surprise when she finds that he's not wearing underwear. Better yet, he's hard and aching for her.

"I have no doubt that I'd squirt for you." 

She punctuates her sentence by wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, giving it a cursory squeeze. A short, low groan sounds from his chest before he's grabbing her arm and giving her a sharp look. Alarmed, she quickly removes her hand. 

"I'm sorry. Was that too much? Did I misunderstand?"

"Not at all," he mutters, getting up onto his knees. His other hand finds her free wrist, raising both of her arms above her head. She gasps out in surprise. "I just think it's cute that you think after watching you get off for months, you think I wouldn't want first dibs on this pussy."

Y/N giggles, relief flushing through her chest at the knowledge that she didn't do anything wrong. Keeping her arms propped up with one of his large hands, he uses the other to tug her sweatpants down. Just like him, she's decided to go underwear-free this evening.

"You're glistening already. Dripping down to your cute little ass." 

His words make her swallow harshly. She knew from that one conversation that he was an expert at dirty talk, but hearing it in person was an entirely different game. One that she surely would never forget.

He uses two of his fingertips to spread her labia, breathing out fiercely at the sight of the strings of arousal. With his fingers in a v-shape, he watches as the pretty ribbons snap each time he moves his digits up and down, issuing a light massage to the skin between her lips and thighs. 

"You're so much prettier in person." he murmurs. "I've watched you cum so many times, but... nothing compares to the real thing. You know that, pretty baby?"

A pathetic whimper falls from her swollen lips. "Stop teasing, daddy."

His heart thuds at the name. It's a weak spot, especially hearing it come from her. Watching her hole pulsate around nothing, he decides he wants — no, needs — nothing more than to lean forward and wrap his lips around her pearled clit. Her taste is heady and delicious and he's instantly hooked, especially when she curls her leg around his shoulder, pressing her heel into his back to pull him closer. She moans loudly as he sucks messily, his eyes rolling back when he feels the swollen bundle throb in his mouth.

"So good," she whines, "'s so good daddy, fuck."

He can tell that she needs minimal prep, but his suspicion is only proven right when he pushes a finger inside, her hole immediately sucking him in. He prods at her g-spot, eliciting another mewl from her pretty mouth. He thinks he could cum just from this — from sucking at her clit and fingering her deep inside, feeling her thrash around beneath him as her orgasm builds. 

"Fuck— wait, wait," she pants out. Harry instantly stops, removing his hands and mouth from her. He looks up with concerned eyes and she smiles a hazy, gentle grin, pushing her hand through his messy hair. "Can you edge me? I wanna cum on your cock, daddy."

He thinks he may faint on the spot. 

"Whatever you want, pretty." 

She laughs breezily when he surges forward once more, nudging the tip of his tongue into her wet hole. She gasps as he thrusts it in and out, lifting his free hand to rub circles into her sensitive clit. The sensation of her pussy clenching around the width of his tongue is almost too much to handle for both of them. 

He waits for her to tell him when she's almost at the edge, but it doesn't take much more. Soon enough, she's panting and pushing him away, whimpering out that she's nearly there. 

"Can I ride you, please?" she nearly begs, her eyes widened and watery, "Please, need to feel you deep inside."

He chuckles at her desperation, sitting up on his heels to thumb at her bottom lip. He pulls it and lets snap back. 

"Only if you give me a kiss, baby."

She scrambles onto her knees, billowing forward to press her lips messily to his. It's wet and hot, especially with the heady taste of her arousal on his tongue. He groans when she begins to suck at it, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm as he gives her hip a squeeze. When he breaks their kiss, he presses a quick one to her nose before maneuvering her body so she's straddling his waist. She rolls her hips urgently, his cock spreading her labia deliciously. It's a gorgeous sight — one Harry never wants to forget.

"Put me in." he instructs, folding his hands behind his head. 

With shaky hands, she lifts up slightly, granting herself just enough room so she can lower onto his length. The second the tip pops through her tight walls, they're both moaning loudly, her eyes fluttering shut. Harry forces his to stay open so he can memorize the way she looks taking him for the first time. 

"Take your time," he murmurs, breaking his dominant persona for a moment, "Don't force yourself, pretty baby. Give yourself a second."

"I can take it," she pouts, grinding down against his pelvic bone. She whimpers, her hand flying to her stomach. "Fuck— fuck, I can feel you in here, daddy."

"Told you, silly girl," he says with a smirk, his hands finding her hips with a squeeze. "Take your time. Don't need you getting hurt."

This time, she listens to him and allows herself a few moments to adjust. Once it doesn't feel like he's punching through to her cervix, she bounces once in experimentation, just to make sure she can really, truly take it. 

"Why didn't you ever mention— oh— that you're fucking massive?" she whimpers out as she begins to bounce up and down. He laughs, though it quickly gets cut short when he begins to properly feel the tightness of her pussy.

"Guess it never came up." he mutters through gritted teeth. 

His hands remaining on her hips, he helps her maintain her rhythm. He swallows harshly as he watches her breasts jiggle in time with her dropping up and down, never once allowing his cock to shift. 

"'m gonna cum soon," she babbles out. As if on cue, Harry feels her hole pulsating around his length, making his eyes roll back.

"Show me," he demands, steadying her hips with his hands. He starts to thrust up into her, watching as her jaw falls slack from the slight but sudden switch in position. "There you go, baby. Take daddy's cock like you were made for it. Cum all over me."

He never doubted it, but god she's good at taking directions. Within a few seconds, she's clenching and coming all over his cock, whiney mewls falling from her lips as her orgasm washes over her. She moans out his honorific repeatedly, just like she did all those months ago. The sight and sound of her sopping wet pussy sucking in his length is enough to send him to his own peak, abs clenching as he fucks up into her, filling her to the brim with his warm come. 

"Fuck, take it pretty girl, there you go," he groans loudly.

When each of their orgasms eventually taper off, the only thing that fills the room is the sound of their haphazard breathing. Gently, she lifts off, her hands pressing down against his chest. She feels his mess slowly seeping out of her. 

"'m sorry," he runs his hand through his hair, realizing that he finished in her without discussing it. "I should've asked—"

"No, it's fine. I'm on birth control. I wouldn't have wanted you to finish anywhere else." she admits bashfully, her cheeks rosy in a post-orgasm flush. "It's just... uncomfortable once it's over."

"Of course. Let me grab a towel to clean you up."

She nods graciously as she gradually flips onto her back. Harry returns a moment later, wiping his length clean before nestling between her thighs to wash the evidence of their sex away.

"Thank you," Y/N mumbles sleepily. "No one's ever done this for me before."

Harry scoffs. If he wasn't so exhausted, he would have pressed for more details, insisting that this wasn't something worth thanking him for. Instead, he simply tosses the towel in the hamper and gets back underneath the blankets. 

"Can we cuddle?" she asks quietly, lifting her head to look at him. He smiles, extending his arm so she can nestle into his side. 

"C'mere, pretty."

. . .

The next morning, Harry wakes up with Y/N tucked into his chest. They're still naked, but the warmth of her soft body feels incredible. So much so, that he wonders if he's stuck in some sort of dream. 

He realizes it's not when she begins to stir in his arms. When she bats her eyelashes open, her eyes puffy with sleep, she smiles gently. 

"Morning." 

Harry matches her smile. In a leap of faith, he leans down to press a kiss to her lips. Even after last night's events, he's unsure if this is appropriate. He's not sure if it was supposed to be a one night stand type of situation, but considering she didn't get up in the middle of the night and leave, he entertains the idea that it may be a bit more than that.

"Good morning," he returns, watching as her face glows from his brief kiss. "What time do you have to be at work?"

She groans and it immediately makes him feel guilty. She leans up onto her elbows, the edge of the comforter hiding the peeks of her nipples as she glances at the time. It's already 8:10. 

"I'm supposed to be there at 9," she replies, laying back down against the pillows. It looks like the wheels are churning in her head as she mindlessly fits her fingers between his.

"What are you thinking about?" he murmurs lowly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Calling in sick," she admits. "Is it ridiculous that I don't want to leave?"

He chuckles, though a wave of relief washes over him. He had been thinking the same — he wanted to make her breakfast and have him in his bed all day, lean over and pepper kisses all over her face and watch as she wrinkles her nose in that cute way she does. 

"Not ridiculous. We've spent months talking to each other, think we deserve some time together," he says, "In fact... if you call out, I'll do it, too."

"Really?" she asks with raised eyebrows.

"Sure. I have weeks of paid time that I've never used."

She grins and nods her head, "Okay. Yeah, that sounds good. Could we hang out all day? Maybe watch some movies and snuggle with Beatrice?"

"That sounds perfect, pretty girl." he replies, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He sits up and grabs his clothes from the floor, pulling his sweatpants on before he heads down to his home office. 

"Wait!" she grabs his arm, pulling gently. He quirks an eyebrow and looks at her expectedly. "Could we... do you think we can maybe use those toys I bought us?"

The warm flush that flowers over her cheeks makes his heart squeeze in his chest. 

"Anything you want, baby," he murmurs with a small smile, "Anything you want."

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A/N:  apologies for the long wait!! but it’s here!! we’re excited to come to a finish with these two, we love them, but they’re all grown up and so are we. they’re just... too cute - n + d

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“Angel… I don’t want to ruin your dress.” He panted, hands gripping her waist tightly as she tugging him towards the hotel bed. 

“Harry? Ruin the dress. I don’t care. I need it.” 

Prom had been a dream for her. 

Harry picked her up with roses. The photos they’d taken had been amazing, her dress a silky red with a slit in the leg for a peekaboo thigh. Harry matched with a red tie, going with contacts for the night instead of his glasses, and god- if only he knew just how sexy he cleaned up. Y/N was already a mess over the graphic tee shirts and sweaters. To see him all cleaned up in a suit and tie, hair slicked back that way? She was nearly feral. 

In true cliche tradition, he rented a hotel room after prom. Saving up for it a bit, he had gotten a nice package for them both and managed to get a good place for them to relax the next day. The after prom bonfire was discussed but if they were being honest? They’d had enough of their peers tonight. They wanted to be with each other alone, relish in their own love for once. 

Y/N had always dreamed of having a boy treat her the way Harry did. He didn’t have to be asked or poked to grab her flowers, he did it on his own free will. He wanted to spoil her and make her feel special. So, so special. She knew that she would never let him go if she could help it. A man being so devoted and in love was a rarity. 

Giving herself to him was not a hard decision to make. While tonight wouldn’t be their first time, it was one of them. The discussion had been around it, and as unsexy as some may find it, Y/N felt a lot better about planning. Their first time had been a bit awkward. Giggly and soothing as the stretch had obviously been a lot, they’d done it at Harry’s house when they had the place to themselves while the family was out of town. Candles, roses, the lot. It was memorable. 

Y/N argued that their prom night was supposed to be almost seamless and she didn’t want to be too careful. She wanted to let them have the passion she was confident would arise during the night- and she had been right. They were desperate for it. 

Condoms were in his pants pocket, eager to be used. A whole strip, considering they’d had enough practice as is to make it so she wouldn’t be terribly sore after one round. Harry wanted to make love to her at least once, while Y/N said she definitely wanted to be fucked. 

Who was he to tell her no? 

“Mm…” he groaned as he felt her hand slide over his pants, gripping him through the fabric. “I want to see it again, baby. Let me take it off.” Her lips sucked on the hinge of his jaw before giving a slight huff, kicking the heels off of her feet. She wanted a bit of ripping action but it was obvious he was feeling a bit more tender today. 

“Thank you.” Harry knew his girl was impatient. Now having the promise of good sex on the horizon, she was antsy for it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t either! But… this was the memory they were making. He wanted to show it clearly how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. A finger curled under her chin, tilting it so he could kiss her fully on the lips. “I love you, baby.” 

That had her melting into his grip. 

“I love you, too. I’m sorry. I jus’ want you.” A smile could be felt against her lips. Harry was so patient with her and she owed him the same. Y/N had been anticipating this all night, mostly because she wanted her back blown out… though this was just as good. 

“I know. I want you too, my lovely girl.” The kiss was repeated before he pulled back to smooth her hair out of her face. Hands slid down her sides, stopping at her hips to squeeze again. “You’re just too beautiful. I’m in awe every time you’re around. Feels like m’the luckiest man in the world.” Harry was, In his humble opinion. 

Y/N was the most incredible woman to exist and no one could change his mind. Not when she was genuinely so sweet to him. His angel. The body he craved, the mouth he wanted to memorize, the words he wanted entrained on his skin. She had shown him a love he didn’t know capable. 

The dress was slowly slid off of her form, pulled over her head and her surprise displayed for him. Y/N wasn’t usually one to pull out a lot of lingerie, mainly because she truly knew Harry was eager to get what laid underneath. This time, however, the pieces matched her outfit. Red, smooth lace covered her. The bra pushing her up, giving the most delicious cleavage that Harry had been admiring all night long-

And finally it was available to him. 

“God.” His voice croaked, feeling a lump in his throat as his hands slid down her bare waist. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.” It could have brought him to tears, if he was in the right headspace. Y/N trusted him with her body. With her heart. She belonged to him and he, her. The trust she gave him to allow his eyes and hands on her this way, to let him be with her? It was something that he would never take for granted. 

He’s always been an observant type of guy. He saw that the moment that a man started to take his woman for granted was the moment the magic ended. Reliability was great, comfort was too, but adding in the reminder of how amazing you have it constantly and never letting the awe leave was how the relationships survived. 

Y/N never felt more shy and more gorgeous at the same time. His eyes drinking her in. His hands running down her skin and his breathing heavy as he observed every dip and curve he had become more and more obsessed with every time he was exposed to it. 

“You think so?” The shy peep was something that surprised him a bit. “I chose it for you. I know you like me bare but…” a tiny shrug, making him want to coo. 

“Angel… Christ.” The tip of his finger ran over the band of her panties. “I love these. I don’t even want them off. I just.” He paused. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. That you dress up so gorgeous and let me have you. I’ve been dying for this. My whole body is hot, m’feeling so much but.” His eyes went back to hers as she was pulled closer. “I want you. I need you. I want you to feel good. Know we have done it a few times but this feels different.” 

Y/N leant into his warm palm as it cupped her jaw, leaning into his hold. He was so safe. The heart was thundering in her chest, but his gentle, loving touch had her wanting more than she ever anticipated. “So have me. I’m yours, H. I’ve always been yours.” The doe eyes up at him were intended to strike. Manicured fingers began to pop the buttons of his shirt, the tie already off in the car. “I’ve been yours since we texted that night, and you were so… so sexy. I’ve never had anyone treat me that way, and god…”’she groaned, throwing her head back a bit dramatically. “I’ve never made myself cum like that. Just because you were telling me to. You look like such a sweet man, H baby… and you are.” Another button pulled out, more of his skin exposed. “But you’re so dirty. So good for me. You give me everything I could have ever fantasized about.” 

The fluffing of the ego, the truth in her words only increased his confidence. Hooded eyes glazed over as he looked down at her, breathing deep as she worked his shirt off and down his shoulders. For the lack of experience, they had been able to explore healthily and enjoyed it so much that it was almost addicting. He had been worried about his stamina- and yes, it was fast the first 2 times- but now he was getting the hang of it. Her pleasure was his favorite part. 

“You drive me crazy.” The words were murmured as her fingers gripped his belt, pulling the leather through the loops of his trousers. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know how long I’ll last the first round, but.” His own fingers grabbed the strip of condoms, tossing them on the bed. “I know it won’t be a one and done.” 

Lips were pressed back together as the zipper was audibly pulled down, the pants falling to his knees. He didn’t care about anything other than being just as naked as her. 

-

Lips trailed up her arched body. Heat coursing through her veins as she tried to control her breathing but it was too hard. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath with him so close, his wet kisses everywhere 

Her body was hot to the touch, his lips leaving wet imprints of the wet kisses all over the skin. Not a spot untouched if he could help it, hands flexing over her lace covered breasts with a groan in his throat. Round 2. Room service half eaten as the mood has struck again, both of them fully warmed up and worked up. New to sex and new to this, the feeling was too addicting to go too long without another fill. 

The panties were discarded but the lace bra had survived, just barely. It was almost pulled off but the sight of it pleased Harry to no end. This was his girlfriend. The most beautiful person to exist, sweaty and soft and wet for him alone. He needed this, he needed intimacy and her love. 

She had winced when he had pushed into her the first time, the stretch still being a lot despite his tongue and fingers warming her up- but this? This was far more enjoyable. Second time was the charm, her body feeling every inch of him as he filled her lazily. This sex was amazing. Needy. Whispers crossing skin and ears, her lips seeking his as he dug into the hilt of her. 

He’s never imagined himself as a loud lover, though he was proven otherwise. Whimpers and groans and shaky inhaled escaped him as he felt her clamp up around him. Her nails tracing down his back with a bit of a bite. The pain was welcome, pulsing inside of her as she scraped over his shoulder blades. 

“My everything.” He murmured against her sweaty neck. “You are the best thing to happen to me. I feel so good.”

Words were slurred slightly because he was being extremely honest. It was that good. The thump of his balls against her ass and their lust induced words were the only things audible in the room. “Most beautiful girl in the world. M’gonna be with you forever.”

“Mhm.. forever.” She dug her nails in deeper as she tried to get him closer, the lace of the bra brushing against his chest as her legs pulled him in. It was hard to tell where one of them began and the other ended . Love making. Soft and wet and perfect, easy to get lost in. 

He filled her to the brim each time. Each push inside has her keening, heels digging into his ass as he thrust into her. The feeling of being so stretched and full had been uncomfortable at first, but now? Now, Y/N was finding herself craving it. This was the first time she was fully enjoying the sex without feeling any discomfort. Maybe a tiny bit of sensitivity, sparks flying every time he touched her clit, but this was how it was meant to be. 

What took the cake, though, was his sweetness. The nuzzling of noses and sticky kisses as he tried his best to keep himself from letting go too soon. She could feel it just as well, his throbbing inside of her. How he let out his uneven breaths and squeezed the pillow beside her as he drove into her, kissing her messily as he worked on getting them both to the edge. “I love you.” He rasped. “I love you so much, my girl.” 

The stark contrast from beginning to now was incredible. His confidence and their intimacy. How she was able to get his feelings openly. This was what he had needed and what she had craved for them. Perhaps it was puppy love, but she knew it was one of those that she wasn’t going to let go out. This was the high school sweetheart she was going to marry. Especially after they’d decided on a school together. 

“Just a few more months… and we’ll be in our own place. Goin’ to school… get to wake up and take you like this every day.” Harry reminded her, thighs shaking slightly as she clenched up around him. “Fuck. I can’t wait. I love you.” The repeated sentiment was mirrored by her, clutching him close as she felt the burn of her own orgasm hit her. 

“Can’t wait- M’gonna cum, H.” The first time with him inside of her. They’d been realistic about it before, Harry having gone down on her beforehand just in case, but this was the perfect storm. His groin against her clit hitting perfectly, finding a perfect spot- she was understanding of the hype now. 

“R-Really?” He whispered, keeping the pace. The research he had done had told him not to change a thing. Keep her stimulated just like this… exactly like this. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Her nails dragged down his skin as she moaned loudly, the bubbling over in her stomach beginning. “Cumming- I’m cumming for you, i love- fuck.” The girl couldn’t even finish her sentence as she began to writhe under him. Clenching and grasping at him, pulling and pushing him away as the pleasure washed over her like a dryer warmed blanket. This was what sex was supposed to be. 

It was impossible for Harry to keep it together. Just seeing her, feeling her cum for him this was more than enough to get the second orgasm from her. Mouth dropping open and a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as each spurt of cum filled the condom inside of her, he didn’t dare stop. Rocking into her as he could feel the fluttering and milking of her cunt. Two pieces of the puzzle connecting. This was his other half. There was no doubt about that. 

His hands smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face as he tried to recover on his shaky thighs, sagging on her a bit as he lazily peppered kisses over her jaw and cheeks. The settling spot was the crook of her neck where she found relaxation, hands combing through his equally sweaty hair. 

“My god.” He croaked into the skin, letting out a breathless chuckle before she broke into soft giggles herself. The statement was right. Nothing had ever felt that good in his life. This whole situation had healed a part of him he didn’t know he needed, solidifying their relationship further. 

“That was fucking good.” Y/N muttered, exhaustion coating her words. “That’s what it’s supposed to feel like… and I have a feeling we will be doing a lot of it.” 

—-

They’d settled in the same school by accident. 

Well, sort of. 

They’d wanted to keep a general time frame of 1 and a half to 2 hours in space because they knew that they’d schedule their classes to allow them time together. It was a coincidence that both of them were offered scholarships to the same school, both for their desired programs. It was something like fate. Y/N was a little nervous for it, but ultimately let those numb away when Harry had broken the news to her. 

His family had been particularly supportive to their relationship. Seeing a change in his behavior since meeting Y/N and bringing him out of his shell all the while staying respectful, they knew that this was a good match. So they offered to take care of their two years of rent at an apartment a few minutes away from campus. 

Y/N had even hesitant to agree, saying she was thankful but that was a large gift and she would want to pay it back. They came to the compromise that she could choose to pay half it back after they graduated if she still felt uncomfortable, but they all knew that at some point Harry would be popping the question for her. He wanted her forever, and everyone knew they’d end up together that way. 

Sure, it was a little fast but they would have two rooms in case one person needed space. It was college. Almost like a fanfiction, if you will, things would work out the way they needed to. Ultimately she gave in, and they had begun to make Pinterest boards together and make lists for the things they’ve been wanting in their place when it comes time. 

Harry was just thankful she said yes. He wanted this experience with her. Y/N was his best friend, his love, everything he ever wanted. To live with her and wake up next to her would be a dream, something he reminded her of consistently since the decision had been made. 

The next morning, she was a bit too sore for anything inside of her but they’d taken care of one another in the shower before settling on the bed again. Harry had thoughtfully changed the sheets while she had been cleaning up the night before, so she felt ok sitting with him under the sheets again. Room service trays sat on their bed as they were snuggled together, the home renovation channel on the television. 

“It’s crazy.” She whispered, taking a stray string from his sweatpants. “How things works out. How our parents agree of each other and us. How much you’ve taught me. And now we’re almost done with school. We’re adults. We’re going off to college. Together.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. The glasses perched on his nose were adorable, a newer pair with a bit thinner rims. Tortoiseshell in pattern, she found herself wanting to coo at how endearing he looked. 

“I know.” A shy yet giddy grin colored his face. “I’m glad you said yes. It’s just… I will miss the old normal. But I’m excited to move on. Make new friends. Be a bit different.” Harry knew he was a product of their environment. Getting out would only further open him up. Y/N was only looking forward to it, seeing him blossom into the man he was meant to be. The trauma of the bullying would never fully go away, no, but getting out of the Place and staying away from people who had taken part would only help him. 

“Mhm. I agree.” She took possession of his hand, smiling at the ring with the Aquarius constellation engraved on it. It had been one of her gifts to him. “It’s going to be a new level for us. A level up.” The knuckles of his hand were brought to her lips, a tiny kiss pecked for the softness of them. He took good care of his hands, thank god. They were meant for typing, gaming, pleasuring, and opening the pickle jar for her. 

“Huh. That’s a good way to look at it.” He beamed, loving the affection and touches she gifted him with. “Yeah. Life is like a video game, isn’t it? That’s why we shouldn’t be so sad about leaving town. It’s a whole new episode, a new chapter. It isn’t the end of a story. Just a new beginning for us.” 

“Exactly, H.” Her nose nudged his jaw before leaving a kiss on his birthmark. “Just a new thing for us. Our game is one that can’t be beat.

They’d Leveled Up from the place they had been all those months ago. The confidence, the love, the happiness. All of it felt like the perfect beginning to the rest of his life. 

….

To be continued?

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Ooooo yes I’m down for another nerdrry that’s not a total ass, a nerdrry that’s softer and maybe a bit shy but around y/n he comes out of his shell a little so maybe when they first start to be intimate he’s a bit shy as he’s not had a lot of experience but as they go on and they keep on doing it he comes out of his shell like a soft dom.

EEEEEEE NO STOP BC THE WAY I LOVE THIS??? Absolutely, like it's not like he's never done anything but he's not super confident even though he's done tons of research and is very practical about it, you know?? Like, saying facts about the female orgasm and stimulation and all these little things he learned!! So he tries to approach it like homework or something alsfjsf

And she's just smirking, "The best way to learn is through practice, yeah? So...I'm gonna show you. Do some hands on learning."

And he just 😨 Oh.........okay

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just bc

harry’s a bit weird, y/n thinks.

as she looks at him with a fond smile on his face, she can’t help but think how kind of strange it is to be building a lego steamed bun shop with him right after having sex in their bedroom a little while ago where his face was smushed into the mattress and there were fat tears rolling down his cheeks from pure pleasure. he was begging to please let him come and whimpering so prettily as y/n gripped his hips tightly and now he was reading the instructions on how to build this steamed bun shop, sometimes asking y/n to help him sort the pieces.

“do you have this one by four piece? i can’t find it.” he asked her, pushing up his glasses that had been drooping down his nose a little. y/n could see the marks she had left on his neck over the neckline of the soft lilac sweater he had on and she stared at them for a second before flickering back up to his eyes.

“a one by four?” she asked, “i think i saw one here, yeah, wait.”

“it’s looking pretty good so far, yeah?” he showed his progress to her and she chuckled, shaking her head fondly.

[stylesloveclub]

HELLO IRA!!!!! what are grumpy and sunshine DOING RN and also DID YOU GET ANY NEW NERDRRY FIC RECS

AND I HOPE YOURE FEELING A LOT BETTER <3<3<3<3

RN sunshine is in her room cramming bc she had all weekend to do her hw and she literally spent all of it NAPPING so she has to finish a ton of hw that's due tonight and grumpy is in her bed . chilling . he's playing some weird video games on his phone and every few minutes he looks over at sunshine like ... are u okay baby ... and shes like SHHH . need to finish this . but she'll be done w her hw soon and then she and grumpy are gonna cuddle and watch a movie together:)

[cupid-styles]

valentine's day (nerdrry x camgirl!yn)

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: smut! (exhibitionism, toys/bondage, daddy kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, overstimulation)

original nerdrry x camgirl!yn story

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. . .

Most mornings, Y/N can’t remember where she fell asleep the night before. 

It’s not because she’s a bad sleeper or has chronic insomnia or anything like that. In actuality, in the past few months that she and Harry have officially started their relationship, they find it nearly impossible to be apart for the night. Y/N hates waking up without feeling his warm body pressed up against hers, his chest curled into the form of her back and his arm looped around her waist, while Harry dreads the feeling of her cold, unmade side of the bed when she’s not there.

So, even with warnings of codependency tucked into the logical portions of their brains, they try not to worry. Instead, they enjoy winter evenings made just a tad bit toastier with the presence of the other: Fuzzy socks and steaming cups of tea, bubble baths and eucalyptus soap-scented kisses, soft palms pressed against one another as they read their respective books in a bedroom bathed in a soft golden light. 

It’s good — Y/N thinks it’s all really good, and she’s really happy, and she doesn’t care that it’s Valentine’s Day because every other day that she’s spent with Harry has her walking around with hearts in her eyes, even if her friends tease her over it. But Harry is Harry and he does care — he cares a lot, actually.

He promises her he won’t go all out. She even makes him wrap his pinkie around hers and pledge not to get scammed by buying expensive, overpriced flowers and chocolates. And he doesn’t — he listens to Y/N and opts for a far more lowkey version of what he had envisioned for her.

But right now, Beatrice, his sweet, gray haired cat, is ruining it. 

Beatrice is ruining it!

“Bea,” Harry hisses. The cat’s eyes barely blink open and she stays firmly placed on top of Y/N’s chest, where she’s apparently decided to take real estate this morning. “Beatrice Styles, get down!”

He’s trying his best not to speak too loudly to avoid waking Y/N before her surprise, but his hands are full so he can’t scoop Beatrice up and nudge her tush out of the room like he normally does. (Y/N hates having sex with her in the room, explaining that it’s guaranteed to scar her “poor, innocent eyes”, so both Harry and Beatrice are used to the routine by now.) And perhaps this is payback for all the times he’s kicked her out because he swears he’s never seen her so stubborn before.

“Beatrice Stevie Styles, if you don’t get down right now—”

“Are you threatening your cat?”

Harry huffs when he hears Y/N’s croaky morning voice rasp out from above the covers. He shuffles to the edge of the bed and gently puts down the tray he’s holding and leans forward to grab Beatrice’s plump body. 

“No,” he mutters, “She just chose a very inopportune time to be… evil.”

Y/N hums non-committedly as Harry places Beatrice down. She hasn’t yet cracked her eyes open, which sends a bolt of excitement through his chest — he still has a chance at surprising her. 

“Keep your eyes closed please,” he says as he curls his hands through the wooden handles of the tray. 

“To be honest, I think I kind of liked having her on my chest— it was like a soft, suffocating weight. Almost like a weighted blanket, maybe?”

“Y/N,” Harry warns, and she peeps an eye open to see her boyfriend hovering over her, “Y/N! Didn’t I say to keep your eyes closed?”

“Oh! Still?”

He sighs, flashing her an annoyed look before lowering slightly to show her the array of breakfast foods diligently placed over the maple-hued wood: heart shaped pancakes, fruit cut into stars, her favorite tea in a mug with her initial on it. It instantly makes her grin, sitting up hurriedly against the blue velvet of Harry’s headboard. 

“This is so sweet,” she coos, looking up at him with a wide smile. The frustration sitting in Harry’s body instantly melts away and he grins back at her, heart squeezing slightly at the tired puffiness in her eyes. “Thank you so much, H. This is perfect.”

“Yeah?” he asks as he slowly places the board down. She moves her book out of the way so he has room on the nightstand. “I know you said nothing big, so…”

“So this is perfect,” she emphasizes. She scooches over and pats the empty spot next to her, encouraging him to lay down next to her. “Happy Valentine's Day. I’m sorry Beatrice and I ruined your big surprise.”

Harry snorts, grabbing the small bowl of fruit and handing it to her. She accepts it graciously and pops a strawberry between her lips before feeding him a blueberry.

“She’s been getting naughtier lately. I think you’re inspiring some bad female energy I didn’t know she had.”

“Or maybe you were just stifling her energy,” Y/N points out, “She needed a cool camgirl in her life to bring it out.”

“Right,” he mumbles playfully and Y/N giggles, elbowing his ribs lightly. 

“Speaking of which. You’re still fine with me streaming tonight?”

He shrugs as he leans over to grip her mug, carefully maneuvering the full cup of tea. He sets it on his lap, welcoming the warm feeling between his palms. 

“It doesn’t bother me at all, baby. You know that.”

It’s the truth, too — Harry’s willing to recognize that streaming is part of her lifestyle. It’s more than just a job for her, especially considering her 9 to 5 position as a graphic designer is still rather lackluster. In the months that they’ve dated, they’ve had many conversations about it: why she liked streaming and had no plans to give it up, mainly. She viewed it as a form of sexual freedom and autonomy over her own body and the money certainly sweetened the deal. Who was Harry to argue with that? 

The only thing that’s changed is her schedule. Since bringing someone new into her life — someone who she cared for and wanted to spend time with — she revised her daily streams to three times a week. She also posted additional photos and videos for members to supplement both the income she was losing, and the content her viewers weren’t getting. 

Valentine’s Day is different, though. She’d asked Harry a few weeks back if he cared if she went online that day and honestly, he didn’t. He knows that if he didn’t have her, he would probably look to watching her stream to feel just a little less lonely. And while he wasn’t entirely too keen on sharing his girlfriend with the world, he also knew that they were committed to one another. They were grateful for that stupid website and her dedication to it, otherwise they never would have met. 

“I just feel bad,” she says with a sigh, referring to her plan to stream this evening, “Feel like I’m making a fucked up choice.”

Harry shakes his head. “It’s not like we have plans or anything, and you know I’m fine with it. Don’t feel bad.”

Y/N hands him the bowl so she can curl into his side. He welcomes her, eagerly wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“It’ll just be a few hours and then you can come over and spend the night,” he murmurs, ducking his thumb beneath the fabric of her tee-shirt to rub circles into the skin. “Or I can come to you if you’re too tired. Whatever works.”

That seems to light a spark in her brain because she’s suddenly sitting back up. Harry’s staring at her and trying not to smile at her wild bed head, but the slightly thrilled look in her eyes is a bit distracting anyway.

“Remember that time we talked about you being with me while I stream?”

Harry raises his eyebrows slowly.

“Like, being in the room with me… telling me what to do… you remember that, right?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, I remember that.”

“What if we do that?” she asks, shifting onto her knees. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable. But you could be behind the camera and you could just… I don’t know, dominate me from there. Is that hot? Or is it a stupid—”

“Hot,” he cuts her off before coughing into his hand. “Definitely hot.”

She grins. “You think so? We could use that toy I got us forever ago, too. From when we met.”

His chest starts to feel warm as he nods eagerly. “T-The vibrator?”

“Yeah!” she nods excitedly. “So you can control it while I’m streaming, too. Does that sound okay?”

He swallows tightly and tries to will away the hardness thickening up in his briefs. 

“I like that a lot.” 

“Okay,” she’s smiling at him widely, completely unaware of just how appealing the situation sounds to him. She leans forward to press a light kiss to his lips. “Do you wanna finish breakfast and then shower? I have to be at the office—”

Suddenly, he’s pinning her down against the array of messy blankets scattered over the bed, a sinful smirk on his lips. 

“I want you to shut up and let me fuck your face so I don’t accidentally bust when I spend my whole day thinking about tonight.”

She’s giggling loudly, the sound of sunshine and bells chiming in the wind, before dropping her mouth open. 

. . .

Y/N spends way too much time tying a heart-shaped shibari harness around her chest, but it’s entirely worth it the second Harry sees her that evening. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, drinking her appearance in. His throat instantly dries as his eyes scan over her lacy pink lingerie set and she warms beneath his gaze, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“Do you like it?” she asks, pushing her chest out slightly. 

“Do I like it?” he repeats breathily, running the pads of his fingertips down the length of her chest. He tucks his knuckles beneath the vertical rope and tugs lightly, making her gasp. “You look incredible, baby.”

“Thank you,” she giggles, intertwining her fingers with his free hand, “Are you still feeling alright about this?”

He nods and she smiles, guiding him over to her streaming setup in her spare room. She bounces down on the futon and squeezes his hand. He’s never been on this side of things before, so he has to admit that it’s fascinating and exciting to see it all from her perspective instead of a private tab on his phone. 

They discuss the logistics of things before she clicks ‘live’, mainly just in case either one of them gets uncomfortable and wants to stop. In lieu of a safe word, they settle on a motion of tugging their ear three times to signal that they no longer wanted to take part. They decide that Y/N would immediately log off and they would discuss what went wrong — but if both of them are being honest, they’re both bubbling with excitement. 

And, with her toy on and ready to go, Harry perched on a chair behind her laptop, Y/N starts her stream.

He swallows nervously and she sends him a wink, a silent, flirtatious reassurance that everything will be just fine. She nibbles on her lip as she waits for the chat room to fill up, a small smile forming as messages begin to float in. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day my loves,” she greets cheekily, shifting onto her knees. Her heels dig into her bum as she wiggles excitedly, glancing up at Harry. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips as his eyes scan over her chest and down to her covered core, zeroing in on where her vibrator is inserted firmly inside of her. He palms himself through his briefs as she makes small talk with her viewers. 

She leans back and splits her thighs open to reveal a string of lace barely covering her pussy. He swallows back a groan. 

“Are you excited to watch me play?” Y/N asks, eyes flickering to the male sitting across from her. It wasn’t her plan, but she can’t help ignoring the chats coming through, instead too enamored by the fact that her boyfriend is watching her. And, as if he can read her mind, Harry nods before mouthing the words touch your tits. 

Immediately, she does as she’s told. She pulls the fabric of her bralette down and swirls a finger in her mouth. She pinches her nipples and whimpers softly, back arching slightly. 

“Know you love my tits, daddy,” she whimpers, her gaze set on Harry, “They’re all yours. Every bit of me belongs to you.”

With a smirk, he pulls the remote to her vibrator out and clicks it on. She instantly moans at the low sensation pressed deep against her g-spot, eyes rolling back from the intense pressure. 

“Touch yourself for me,” she pleads, trailing her fingers down her stomach. She plucks at the straps of her underwear and wordlessly looks to Harry for permission. He nods, and not a second later she’s pulling them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. “Shit— do you see how wet I am for you, daddy?”

The chat goes crazy when they see the vibrator inserted deep inside of her. She can feel her pussy already begin to pulsate around the small silicone toy and she reaches out to grip the blanket beneath her. She only glances up when she hears the familiar sound of slick passes, a whimper leaving her lips when she realizes Harry’s jerking his cock to the sight of her falling apart. 

“So good,” she moans, their eyes locked. He stares at her intensely, his gaze only turning her on even more. “Can I touch my clit, please? N-need more.” 

Beg, he mouths. 

“Please, daddy— fuck, please let me touch my clit, daddy!”

He smirks as he squeezes the base of his length. “Go ahead.” He murmurs lowly, quiet enough so only she can hear him. 

Y/N makes hurried motions to circle her clit tightly, whimpering loudly from the much needed stimulation. Her eyes are shut tightly when he turns her vibrator up another notch, eliciting a sharp gasp on her end. 

“Oh my god,” she mewls, “I’m gonna cum— fuck, please, can I cum? Please, please—“ 

Harry cuts her off with another quiet response: “Ask them, not me.”

She can hardly keep her eyes open long enough to read through the responses coming through the chat. It’s an evil punishment, especially when he turns her vibrator up again. Her legs are shaking as she sits up on her elbows, the slightest bite of pain nearly pushing her over the edge from the rope digging into her chest. 

“Please, I need to cum,” she begs pathetically, trying to scan over the messages in the chat: 

No!!! Edge urself 

Cum for us baby

Go ahead 

Such a good girl

It’s too much for her to process — the toy is vibrating aggressively against the soft spot deep inside of her and she can’t hold it in much longer. She moans, unable to keep herself from reaching her peak, her muscles tightening and her pussy pulsating. A slew of curses fall from her lips as she rides her orgasm out, eyes rolling back into her skull. 

It’s the most delicious feeling, especially knowing Harry is sitting across from her and watching it all happen. Her eyes flicker up to him for permission to take a break, hoping his thumb is already brushing over the off button on the remote, but instead she’s met with a smirk she knows all too well. He looks borderline sadistic as she gasps, their eyes locked when he turns the toy on even higher.

“Oh,” she breathes out, laying back against the mess of blankets beneath her. At this point, she knows all anyone can see is the mess of arousal between her legs. It’s embarrassing and perfect.

“‘s a lot,” she slurs out. She thinks she hears Harry chuckle but she’s not sure. “Fuck— fuck, I think— have another—“

“You do,” this time she’s sure of his quiet voice, hushed so his words are only for her ears. “You have another one in there for me.”

Her knees are bent and knocking together as she wedges her hands between her thighs. She has to do something to ground herself; a half-assed attempt at mitigating the intense pleasure filling her body.

“Inside,” he commands from across the room. She moans, but only because he’s asking more of her. “Put your fingers inside or don’t touch yourself at all.”

She chooses the former because it somehow seems easier, quickly pushing two fingers into her pulsating hole alongside the small vibrator. Harry fills her up more than this but the knowledge of what she’s doing as his direction is incredibly hot. It doesn’t matter that she’s taken more and abused her pussy far more than this before — especially not when she’s a desperate submissive for Harry, willing to do whatever he asks of her.

The slight stretch of her pussy feels delicate and delicious and she can barely gurgle out the words I’m coming before it’s happening. Harry groans at the sight, slicking himself and pumping faster as her ribbon unravels, a small burst of liquid gushing from the movements of her fingers.

As soon as her peak slowly begins to taper off, she’s too exhausted to notice him rise from his seat. She gasps when he shuts her laptop closed before she even has a chance to say goodbye to her viewers. Instead, he leans down to wrap his hand around the rope secured around her chest, pushing her down against the soft fabric of the couch. 

“You’re gonna take my cum all over that dirty little pussy,” he growls, pumping his cock quickly in his palm. She’s too stunned and turned on to reply so she quickly nods her head, parting her pussy lips with v-shaped fingers. The toy is still vibrating inside of her, sending aftershocks through her body. 

“Good fucking girl,” he grumbles throatily. The sight of her wet center is enough to send him barreling to his orgasm, a series of groans toppling from his mouth as he sprays his seed across her pussy. “Fuck, there you go, baby, take it all.”

She whimpers at the feeling of his warm cum painting her core. As soon as he finishes, she makes quick work to yank the vibrator out, her body entirely too exhausted and overstimulated to stand it for another second. 

Harry’s panting loudly as he lowers to his knees and presses a few light kisses to her thigh. He catches his breath as she runs her fingers through his curly hair, coming down from her own influx of lust. She’s unsure of how long they stay like that but eventually, Harry stands up to kiss her forehead. 

“Gimme a sec to clean you up,” he murmurs. She nods, allowing her eyes to fall shut. A few moments later, he returns with a damp towel and gently swipes over her core. They settle into a comfortable silence as he does so, and he lays down next to her when he’s finished. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her sleepy form into his side. Exhausted, she allows him to maneuver her. 

“Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?” He asks softly. Y/N hums as she buries her head into the crook of his neck. 

“The best,” she murmurs, “How about you?”

“The best.” He echoes with a small smile. The quiet returns but neither of them want to fill it. He thinks she’s fallen asleep, assuming he’ll have to help guide her to the shower (which she’ll give him shit about, surely) when she shifts a bit, pressing her cheek into the comforter to look at him.

“I love you, you know.”

It's the first time she's said that to him. It feels like a million fireworks are going off, filling him and making it seem as though he's bursting at the seams with the same love and adoration for the girl next to him.

If he's being honest, he thinks he's known he's loved her — and she's loved him — for awhile now: Through small gestures like when he makes her bed in the morning because she's running late for work, or when she quietly fills up Beatrice's bowls with food and water when he's in a meeting. Bigger things, too — her taking the day off for his birthday and doing whatever he wants, all day. Or the time she picked up two of his favorite scent of candle because they were on sale, or when she's had a bad day so he surprises her with her favorite meal (garlic chicken stir fry with extra cilantro) via meal delivery service because he knows she wants to be alone.

"Yeah," he nods with a smile, "I do know. I love you, too."

[jarofstyles]

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Currently he’s at the cinema with Y/N. She’s next to him in line, bouncing on the heels of her feet as she holds his hand in her own, squeezing it as her eyes drift over the menu.

“We should get the large popcorn combo bucket to share. Please? And… slushies to drink. I have water bottles in my bag- but you should get blue raspberry and I’ll get cherry.” She said decidedly, Harry smiling down at her antics. Movie theater snacks was something that she was apparently very passionate about.

“Yeah? Make me have the blue tongue but you get the benefits of the dips?” He laughed quietly, shaking his head as she gave him a coy smile. The girl looked so fucking pretty all the time and it truly wasn’t fair. How someone could make his throat feel tight just by how cute she was? It was something that continued to baffle him. Every time.

“Yes. Plus, you’ll taste even better when I kiss you.” Y/N revealed in the flush that crawled up his neck. The hand in his pocket leaving to adjust his collar as he remembered normal movie theater date antics. He wasn’t one for major PDA, but for Y/N? He knew she would inevitably get him to fold. It was even better for her because her shy boy always liked her attention.

“I also think we should get the pretzel bites and cheese thing. We may not be super hungry after the movie but that means we can go to the park and lay under the tree.” She stroked her hand down his bare forearm, a sweet smile on her face while she pressed her cheek into his bicep and looked up at him. Another heart stop moment. Sparkling eager eyes and that sweet tone, just wanting to spend time with him as he wanted for her? He couldn’t resist sneaking a kiss to her forehead.

His girl preened, lifting up to kiss his cheek. “This doesn’t include the candy u have stuffed in my tote bag. They never check, but you’ve got to be safe. It’s all hidden under your sweater.” She was proud of herself for that one. Going to the discount store and choosing the exact same candy for 1/10th the cost there then the ones sitting in the case. Resourceful, he has called her.

“I know, baby.” He shook his head with a shy smile on his face. ���Don’t talk too loud about it though.”

“Oh, relax. It’ll be fine. These people working are the same age as us and don’t give half of a shit about anything so long as we don’t make a mess.” And Harry was the type to pick up individual kernels of popcorn that fell on the floor in order to make sure a worker isn’t inconvenienced. He was just so fucking sweet, it could give her a cavity. “Better get that wallet out, sugar daddy. Know it’s expensive, but I’ll make it up to you later.”

He knew she would. Which is why he approached the cashier with a pink flushed face and a giggly Y/N on his arm.

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Tropes

CEO!Harry

ABO!Harry

Witch!Harry

Deaf!Harry

Vampire!Harry

Neighbour!Harry

Tarzan!Harry

Nerdrry

Dadrry

Established Relationship

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Mafia/Gangrry

Pregnancy

Single Parent

Hades!Harry

Older!Harry

Uni/Fratboy Harry

Boxer!Harry

Grumpy x Sunshine

[gurugirl]

I can’t not wait to read librarian harry on patreon!!! I’m a sucker for shy harry ;) but it made me have an idea for a possible story??? Think nerdy/shy harry and a popular/outgoing y/n but in bed their personalities switch so like harry’s really dominant and y/n is v subby (like daddy and praise kink 🫣) i would go FERAL

Oooooooooooohhhh!!! UP MY ALLEY 👀 LOVE THIS!! Y'all have these ideas!!!!

I can just imagine how hott! Like no one would ever guess nerdrry is a fucking sex god in bed. Kind of shy and polite to everyone and Y/n loves to talk and she's kind of bossy and assertive (but in a nice way) and everyone assumes she wears the pants all the time but that's not the case behind closed doors!

He just ruins Y/n every night and tells her how bossy she is with him all day and now it's his turn to boss her around and spanks her til she's dripping and then pins her down in bed and rails her with his big cock (also another thing no one would ever guess 🤭) and pulls out before she can come because she's not allowed until HE SAYS 😈 He makes her beg for it. Makes her grab at him and whine and pout and finally, once he's happy with her begging and crying to let her come he lets her taste his cock as a tease, "Like eating your cream off Daddy's cock don't you, baby?"

And when HE can't take it anymore it's time for him to finish her off, "Let Daddy take care of you... a brat all day but see how good daddy takes care of his baby..."

OKay sorry. That's gonna have to happen. I'm putting it in the drafts for patreon!!!

Also! I hope you enjoy librarian!harry! He's the softest sweetest babe there is 🥺 Definitely nothing like the above but still :) Let me know what you think once you've read part 1 🥰

xoxo

[freedomfireflies]

id kill for a soft nerdrry like a soft grumpy sunshine

OOOOO THIS!! JOTTING THIS DOWN ASAP!! Are we thinking she'd be the grumpy?? Or would he be soft AND grumpy 👀 can he be both? He could totally be both....RIGHT?? ALSJFSD

[whitemancumslut]

SEXTING WITH NERDRRY🤭🤭🤭

[daaydreamy]

What about y/n and nerd Harry gets an own au I mean I don't see Harry as nerd in theorry

guys… they have had their own universe for the longest time 😭

[stylesloveclub]

for the nerdrry fic rec

lesson plan by sogoldenarry on wattpad!!! its.SO good

GIRLIES WE GOT A NEW REC