โI think this is the best idea youโve ever had in your life.โ Niall answered, his voice lowered while they sat across from each other in a cafe booth. It was a relatively nice day, the weather was beautiful, so they were planning on doing something โ what that would be, they werenโt sure, but they started it with lattes and croissants and discussing something that shouldnโt be discussed in public (but whatโs new), โSeriously, like โ and I just need to take a deep breath because youโre finally listening to me. I donโt know how to tell you this but I bought you a collar like a month ago because I knew youโd pussy out.โย
Y/Nโs mouth falls open, jaw loosened, โNi, you did not!โย
โI did,โ he nodded, โI didnโt get the rest of all the things because I didnโt know how youโd feel about it,โ he swallowed, then shook his head, โNo, Iโm lying, I wanted you to fully commit to the bit so I ordered everything. Leash, tail. . .I mean, fuck it, I got ears too.โ
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Y/N likes Harry, and that's convenient, because Harry likes her too
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Y/N has never been very good at science.ย
Life sciences, like biology, she could figure out easily enough if there were pictures, and chemistry, she could fumble her way through after spending at least an hour screaming into her pillow about how much she didnโt want to do it. Things like physics, though, always zipped right over her head. With a limited understanding of whatever the hell Newton and Einstein were talking about also came a limited understanding of anything that may have to do with space. It was interesting, but actually learning about the concepts that shape their whole universe? Terrifying. Y/N would rather not know how big the galaxies are, because then she needs to start considering the existence of extraterrestrial life, and she feels like as soon as you go down that rabbit hole, youโre asking to get abducted.ย
But she does know about supernovas. Only because of a song that she really liked mentioned them, and she had to see what it was. There was a long, intricate explanation as to why they happen, but what Y/N took away from it was that they were an explosion, and it was so bright, it could outshine galaxies. Beautiful colors emerge, blues, purples, pinks, greens, oranges, impressive and intense.ย
Whatever is happening in her chest right now, Y/N thinks is close to a supernova. It feels just as colorful and complex. As bewitching, and as dazzling. As captivating, and as terrifying. Her heart races with it, confused, excited, overjoyed, hopelessly giddy. She probably needed a moment to sort through all the thoughts spinning around in her head, but right now, she knew she wouldnโt get one. She didnโt mind that either โ not right now. Not when this is a version of Harry that sheโd never been privy to. One that sheโd never believed sheโd ever get to witness.ย
Harry, from the moment heโd stepped through her door, was more vulnerable than sheโd ever seen him. And sheโd seen him with his cock out and everything, consumed by lust, his bare bum walking to her bathroom โ all pretty vulnerable positions, sheโd say. Like, he definitely wouldnโt want to be caught by a bear in that state. But this emotional vulnerability was something else entirely for such a typically emotionally guarded, closed-off person. The impassive and at times apathetic man that she had come to know had been dipped in honey and set before her. Or, better yet, maybe dipped in an acid, to erode the outer shell and reveal the honeyed center beneath.ย
Heโd taken her to the sofa immediately, sat down across from her, his hands held out with his palms facing upward, and Y/N wasnโt sure if itโd been a silent request or a silent offering. Maybe both โ she took it, no matter what it was, and slid her fingers between his own. Their hands were tight around one another's, as Harry curled his over her knuckles, his thumb stroked her where it lay.ย
โI wanted to apologize to you,โ Harry started, measured and sure, despite the way his cheeks flamed hot and fiery with what she could only imagine was immense embarrassment. Not that she thought his reaction was anything to be embarrassed about โ had roles been reversed, she probably would have cried the moment she saw him then tried to crawl up under his shirt or something. But she knew that Harry wasnโt used to expressing himself or his feelings this intensely, so she understood the nerves behind it. โI should have warned you that Maren would be there, but I wasnโt sure how. . .how to explain why I was telling you? I guess thatโs the easiest way to put it. And I really didnโt think sheโd be a problem โ sheโs always been a thorn in my ass, but she usually isnโt so pointed with her advances.โ He shook his head with a soft sigh, โBut thatโs beside the point. You mentioned me not messaging you as much?โ Y/N nodded, and Harry nodded with her, โThat had nothing to do with Maren,โ he explained, โI was. . .if Iโm honest, I was worried that I had been too overbearing while you were out for that week.โย
Y/N tilted her head, โOverbearing? I didnโt think so.โ She shook her head, โYou really took care of me. If you want to see overbearing, you need to meet Niโs aunt โ she checks his forehead like 5 times in the span of 10 minutes to make sure he isnโt too warm.โย
A small smile wormed onto his mouth, warmed and soothed the worry off of his face, โThatโs good to know,โ he replied, โI suppose I got into my head too, about it all. Especially when you didnโt want to talk to me.โย
With a grimace, Y/N explained herself, โYeah, that โ I didnโt handle that well, I donโt think,โ she swallowed hard, โI just โ um. . .like I was โ I kind of thought I walked in on you two kissing?โ Then she hurriedly adds, โWhich is within your right to do! You arenโt not allowed to do what you want, I just didn't โโ she huffed a sigh, unsure of how to articulate it beyond the easiest way, which happened to be the most humiliating, โI know we arenโt technically together or anything, but it made me jealous. I was jealous, and petty, and wanted to ignore you until I could sort myself out. I get it if the whole jealousy thing makes you uncomfortable, and like...I mean, I want to promise that it wonโt happen again, but I donโt know if I can.โ She swallowed even harder, chin tipped down, staring at their hands. Even just two weeks ago, Y/N would have rather worked with notoriously difficult Chhurpi cheese than tell Harry that she was jealous. To even allude to the fact that her feelings for him might be beyond what they had started this with.
But tonight, it didnโt feel so hard. It took her a while to spit it out, sure, but she still was able to get there. Part of what encouraged her was the way his hands felt against hers, the expanse of their palms pressed together so warmly that it thaws out her usually cold fingers. Another part was the blatant, and unremitted display of affection heโd doled out to her as soon as he stepped through the threshold of her flat, as if he didnโt peck her face with a hundred kisses, sheโd disappear in a puff of smoke. And another โ the way he was looking at her. His eyes were softened in a way she only vaguely recalls after they had sex, when sheโs only a couple of minutes from passing out, pressed tightly to his side.ย
โWhen I called you the other night and you were with Youngjae, I was so jealous that I could barely see straight,โ he admitted suddenly, honestly, โSurely, you realized that? I threw a fit, practically โ covered you in all of those marks. Even before then, when heโd only just complimented your meal, invited you to practice under him, and I was just so mad that heโd asked right in front of me. So I took you home and I fucked you that night. Donโt you remember?โย
Y/N nodded, but still, she considered his words, โI kind of figured. Or, well, at least Niall kind of figured and then told me that you were jealous.โย
โNiall is smarter than he looks.โย
โBut I guess I just wondered what it was you even had to be jealous of? I mean, you and YoungJae are kind of carbon copies of each other, only heโs Korean!โย
Harry clicked his tongue, โNo,โ he disagreed, โThatโs not the only difference. Heโs more personable, more gentle, he seems sweeter, and more patient. Adam told me you had a dedicated crying corner to go to when I yelled at you. Itโs different,โ he seemed stressed, remembering it, โHeโs different than me, and I figured that youโd go and realize that you could learn with someone nicer, who was attractive, and probably had a crush on you.โย
โA crush on me?โ Y/N gaped, then sat up straighter, โWhat the hell? What made you think that?โย
His eyes go wide, โWhat, you donโt think he likes you? He looked at you like youโd given him a star or something. It was so irritating.โ Y/N couldnโt help it when she snorted, a giggle bubbled from her throat, and she had to slip one of her hands from his to cover her mouth, โDonโt laugh at me.โย
โIโm not!โ She bit down on her lip to suppress it, but it still slipped free, โItโs just โ Harry, he looks at everyone like that! He even looks at you like that โ actually, he looks downright dreamy when he even thinks about you.โย
Y/N has never seen Harry truly, genuinely pout until tonight. His bottom lip jutted out, and he still looked grumpy, but Y/N wanted so badly to slip her hands onto his face and pull him to her mouth. To dig her teeth into his lip and nibble and pull at it until he whines, too. She took his hand again, then chanced pulling his hand up to her face, running her cheek along his knuckles, โYouโre just saying that.โ He muttered.ย
โYouโre so silly,โ Y/N replied. This is such a refreshing development, she thinks. Never would she have expected this from Harry โ this pouting, jealous, slightly insecure version of him that thinks sheโd run off with Youngjae because he was nice to her. She doesnโt even have time to consider being mad at Niall for exposing her crying corner to Adam, because all she can think about is how upset Harry seemed that it even had to exist. There was a guilt clear on his features, but whispered between his words. Honestly, Y/N hadnโt even thought about how Harry used to yell at her for a long time. โIโm not just saying it! He didnโt give me any vibes like he might like me.โย
Harry tipped his chin up and looked to the side, and wow, she wondered if she reached out and touched his ear, if itโd feel as hot as it looked, โWell, I donโt know how much I trust your detection skills, if Iโm being honest.โ He mumbled, โIt seems like Niall has to do most of the ground work.โ Still, despite a grumbled reply, he flipped his hand around so that he cradled her cheek instead, resting it against his palm.ย
This giddy feeling that overruns her is nice. Itโs fun โ she likes it, after so long of being so upset and confused and distraught. She thinks sheโs finally starting to understand, though. . .that sheโs finally getting it. What Niall had been seeing this entire time.ย
โHarry?โ She inquired, and he hummed, eyes following Hazelnut as she sat across from them, and looped her tail around her bottom paws. When she doesnโt say anything to immediately follow it, Harry turned to look at her, his green eyes bright, โIf I asked to see you and we didnโt have sex, and we didnโt cook something. . .would you be okay with that?โย
Harry answered without hesitation, โYes.โย
โAnd if I. . .if I said that I only wanted you to do stuff like this with me? Sex, andโฆand seeing each other outside of it?โ The nerves almost stop her from saying it, threatening to clog her throat.
โThen Iโd tell you that itโs been like that from the start,โ he replied again, immediately, โIโd tell you that youโre the only person I want to see. The only one I want to sleep with. The only person Iโd like to be with.โ
Y/N grinned. She scooted across the sofa to wrap her arms around his shoulders, and Harry slid his arms around her waist. It was warm โ Y/N wondered when the last time they hugged like this was. If theyโve ever even hugged like this. Thereโs so much that they have done together, but still so much they hadnโt, and if this was them opening the door to all of that, she was more than enthusiastic.ย ย
With her chin hooked around his shoulder, Harryโs face is dipped into her throat. He takes a deep breath, then a slow exhale, โThis is a lot, for me,โ he told her, โI wish that you could just siphon information from my brain instead of me having to say it.โย
โAh, you might need to get used to saying it, though. Iโm kind of dense โ Niall says so at least.โย
Somehow, they had ended up in her bed. Nothing crazy, nothing sexual, just the two of them tangled up in each otherโs limbs, and for the first time, Harry falls asleep first. He had all but demanded that she let him spoon her, so she didnโt get to look at his face, but with the way his breathing had slowed and how heavy his arm felt around her waist, she knew he was resting. This is a sort of content that she seldom gets to feel and still be all in her head to truly enjoy it. Harryโs body is pressed warm against her back, he sounds sweet with little snores, and Y/N canโt help but melt into him entirely.ย
All the vulnerability must have tuckered him right out. Y/N smiled to herself, stretching her arm over his, her hand resting over his hand. Even in his dreams, he raises two fingers for her to curl around. Twists his fingers up in hers.
Her insides feel bright, wicked, an ebullition of colors that rival a supernova.ย
Listen, she knows she shouldnโt! She and Harry have discussed their feelings, and theyโve communicated relatively decently about the entire situation and how to avoid it in the future. Harry only implores her that if she has an issue, she bring it to him directly, no matter how intimidating she might think he is. Whether it be work-related or not, Harry is not the type to let issues fester. Heโd like to nip it in the bud immediately, as soon as possible, even if heโs the one who is upset.ย
So theyโd discussed it, and theyโd apologized for the misunderstandings, and it should be in the dust by now. Just something they had learned and grown from โ something in the past.ย
But Y/N replays how Harry had walked into her flat, how heโd cradled her face, kissed her a thousand times, told her to never completely ice him out again. To never not speak to him, to leave him in the dark, and itโd only been a few days โ barely.ย
She feels bad, though. Heโs told her dozens of times that she shouldnโt feel bad, because it wasnโt her fault โ the situation was just an incorrect interpretation of the otherโs thoughts and feelings at the time. That he wasnโt upset, to stop apologizing, that if she said sorry to him one more time, he would get upset.ย
So she has an idea. And she takes her idea to Niall, because he hadnโt steered her wrong at this point, and he would let her know if it was stupid or not. If she would look ridiculous doing it. If she should just make him a meal or something to quell the ache in her chest.ย
โI think this is the best idea youโve ever had in your life.โ Niall answered, his voice lowered while they sat across from each other in a cafe booth. It was a relatively nice day, the weather was beautiful, so they were planning on doing something โ what that would be, they werenโt sure, but they started it with lattes and croissants and discussing something that shouldnโt be discussed in public (but whatโs new), โSeriously, like โ and I just need to take a deep breath because youโre finally listening to me. I donโt know how to tell you this but I bought you a collar like a month ago because I knew youโd pussy out.โย
Y/Nโs mouth falls open, jaw loosened, โNi, you did not!โย
โI did,โ he nodded, โI didnโt get the rest of all the things because I didnโt know how youโd feel about it,โ he swallowed, then shook his head, โNo, Iโm lying, I wanted you to fully commit to the bit so I ordered everything. Leash, tail. . .I mean, fuck it, I got ears too.โย
โNiall!โ She exclaims, but he pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly drags up the link from an email, โHow much was โ why am I so shocked?โย
Niall clicked his tongue. โI donโt know why youโre shocked at all, actually, I told you I was going to,โ he spun the phone around, sliding it across the table, โSโcrazy right? It wasnโt that pricey, consider it a birthday present. So, Iโll kind of guide you through this because I know youโll get in your head and freak out. I was actually intensely into pet play like three years ago, so this is perfect.โย
Thatโs how Y/N ended up here, after extensive teachings from Niall, examples, and demonstrations that make her face feel so hot it might melt off. It all led to her inviting Harry over to her flat on their day off, with a medium-sized collar around her throat that had his name stitched into it. A leash was clipped to the metal clasp at the back of it, which she looped around her wrist while she moved around so she didnโt get tangled in it. She had a set of ears clipped in neatly on her head, flopping, similar to her hair color, but stuck out enough that it was clear what they were. The most shocking of all, however, and the most time spent between her and Niall, was him teaching her how to open herself up for a plug.ย
He showed her how to on his Fleshlight, which looked like a bum, and heโd promised her heโd cleaned it out before he pulled it out for their โfingering-lessonโ as he continued to call it. Y/N thinks that if she had said it was okay, Adam would have been on the phone guiding her as well, but she was feeling way too bashful for that. Hell, even talking about it with Niall was a lot, as he described how much lube, the depth she should start with, how many fingers, but even before that โ her diet and how to clean herself out to prepare for it. Y/N doesnโt think sheโd ever stared so hard at a fleshlight in her life, as she watched him spread it open, talk about the right and wrong way to do it.ย
So, spreading her open, a plug with a tail fixed to the end of it caressed the insides of her thighs every time she moved. It was insane, all of this, but they had talked about it before โ briefly. Discussed what they wanted to do, how he wanted her to be a proper puppy, and Y/N wanted that too. She just wishes she could skip to the part where she was so cock dumb and empty-headed that she didnโt feel all the anxious, jittering nerves inside of her.ย
Because what if Harry was just saying that as pillow talk? What if heโd just been trying to work her and himself up, but the actual thought of it he didnโt want. Maybe they needed to sit and have a proper chat about it, before she just balls to the wall went all in and dressed like a fucking dog then invited him over to her flat. This is actually insane work, honestly, and yeah Niall is right about most things but heโs also a horny freak who typically has partners equally freaky and horny as him. She doesnโt think heโs ever not thoroughly discussed a scene before he did something new with someone either, so when Y/N had mentioned that theyโd spoken about it, he probably thought sheโd meant actually discussed it. Like sitting across from each other, going through hard nos, dos, and donโts, and not when Harry was twisting a hand around his prick, and she was a hairpin trigger away from cumming untouched.ย
Y/N has nearly completely talked herself out of it by the time she hears her front door open and completely stills. She was sitting on her bed, feeling stupid, silly, and a ton of other negative adjectives that did not instill any confidence in her before something she probably needed a lot of confidence for. She was trembling, her stomach turning, her heart kind of felt like it might be thudding in her throat, and her blood roared through her ears when Harry called for her. First, just her name. Then, โBaby?โ Which is a new development โ a welcomed one, but one that gets her all fuzzy inside, no matter how many times heโd begun to casually refer to her as such.ย
Eventually, she hears his footsteps get further inside. The floorboards shift at the beginning of her hallway, then again right outside of her door, and his hand presses against the wood as he swings it open quietly. He probably thought she had fallen asleep waiting for him or something, which would explain why he was attempting to be so quiet. Instead, he is met with her, sitting on her knees, her hands were supposed to be in her lap per Niallโs instructions, but instead they were curled up in the blankets at her side.ย
Harryโs gaze falls upon hers. He blinks a couple of times, like he might be trying to adjust his eyesight to the lower lighting of the room. Or maybe heโs just trying to make sure that this wasnโt some elaborate hallucination that heโd suddenly uncovered. When he stops blinking, the image of her stops disappearing and reappearing before his eyes, and there she still stays. Did he think this was embarrassing? Maybe he was experiencing the worldโs greatest second-hand embarrassment โ so bad that they could put it in a world record book. Or maybe he was trying not to laugh at her. She probably looked ridiculous, didnโt she? Sheโd barely looked herself in the mirror once she put the ears in โ just enough to make sure they were level with one another before she fucked off into the bedroom. Thereโs no bra, thereโs no underwear โ sheโs stark naked, just sitting, waiting, like a dog would. Like a puppy.ย
โOhhhh, I see,โ his voice is careful, as he takes a step forward, โMy baby isnโt here, hm? I just have a sweet little puppy instead.โย
Y/N swallows hard, dipping her head down and lowering her front half against the mattress. When Harry outstretches his hand, she rubs her face into his open palm; her cheek, her nose, her mouth. It felt good, especially when he curled his fingers up in her hair and scratched gently at her hairline, caressing upward through it, to stop at the ears. Thereโs a soft tug, and her head jerks with it before she settles again, letting his hands explore and move around her new accessories.
Itโs when his fingers dance from her head, along her human ears, down to her neck that the pads trace around the collar. He follows the border of it, the threading, slips two fingers between her throat and the leather. Itโs tightโnot so tight that itโll choke her, but itโs definitely a weighty presenceโone thatโs hard to ignore.ย That must be when he sees it, though, as he strips around the material, because he pauses, he reads, his breathing hitches, and โย
โ he moans. Something loud, a little whiny, erupting from the back of his throat.ย
โFuck,โ he mumbles out, dragging his thumb along the embroidery, โOh my fucking god.โ YN lets him continue to pet her but shifts forward, nudging the back of her head against his hand. He slides his fingers to the front of the collar again, twists the thin leash around his knuckles, and gives a soft, gentle tug, โCโmon, you know better. No puppies on the bed.โ He helps guide her down, on hands and knees, carefully dismounting from the mattress in the most awkward, limb-filled way she could have. Eventually, she is on the floor, the carpet digging into her nails and into her knees, her face flaming hot when she rubs her cheek against his calf, which may be more of a kitten thing than a dog thing. Niall told her that it could be interchangeable a bit, because typically, all the non-geared-up person in the dynamic cared about was that the other person was giving in to base desires and acting like an animal.ย
From this angle, he must be able to see the tail because another murmured curse slips from his mouth, before she feels the same gentle, prodding fingers that usually nudge at her lips, move around her bum. The rim is stretched and messy with lube, so when Harry carefully pushes into it, Y/N whines and lurches forward. Her skin is sensitive, where itโs soft and slick, and he goes from moving around the plug to letting his fingers drag through the tail, โSuch a filthy fucking thing. Where did you even get toys like this?โย
Y/N doesnโt answer, because sheโs a dog and dogs donโt speak. She does shake her bum, though, move her hips from side to side so the tail swings and tickles the back of her thighs. Itโs humiliating in a way that she canโt describe but the way Harry is looking at her, the heat that flurries through his gaze, the lump in his trousers where his cock is pressing up against the zipper. Itโs worth it. Itโs well worth the way part of her wants to crawl her way right under the bed and not let him pull her out until science can figure out a way to wipe her memory clean.ย
But it also feels. . .good. Kind of, she doesnโt know โ she needs to stay like this for a little longer. To really get the feel for it. Really see how deep into puppy space she could get.ย
Y/N, letโs Harry guide her out of the bedroom. He leads her carefully, doesnโt tug or pull, and Y/N appreciates it. Since they werenโt able to sit down and discuss every avenue of this, she could tell that Harry was approaching it cautiously. He doesnโt just automatically start tugging her around because he doesnโt know that sheโs okay with that yet. Doesnโt start spanking her and fucking her with her plug because he doesnโt know that sheโd like that. Doesnโt shove her nose into his crotch and make her mouth at him wetly, because he has no clue that the thought makes her want to start drooling.ย
He guides her to the sofa, and when he sits down, Y/N sits pretty beside his feet. Harry pets her head like she really is a puppy, cooing at her sweetly, โSuch a good girl,โ he murmured, his hand sliding down to her jaw, his fingers caressing her skin, โKnows exactly how to be a good puppy already, donโt you? Might not even have to train you.โ He hums, โBut if my puppy wants to stop this at any time, all she has to say is Duck, okay? And if you canโt talk, then just squeeze my hand three times.โย
Y/N nods and shudders, dips her face against his knee, and nudges against him. Harry chuckles, grabs a pillow off her couch, and sets it on the floor between his spread feet. Once again, he gives the leash a little pull and coaxes her with sweet words, โKnees on the pillow, Pup. Why donโt you rest your head on my thigh for a little bit?โย
Thatโs easy enough, Y/N could do that. Niall had told her the brunt of this โ what makes this all so sexy โ is the complete control that Harry would have over her. If he told her to bark, then bark, if he wanted her to pant with her tongue hanging out and drool all over his cock, then sheโd do it. Of course, she doesnโt think theyโd get too intense tonight, because Harry is โ above all else โ a good, dominant partner in the dynamic. He knows when to lead and when to step back, how far to take it, and what to relax with.ย
So she trusts him implicitly. Even more so when his fingers press against her lips, Y/N opens them eagerly so that he can feed them into her mouth. She sucks on them, licks around his knuckles and sighs contently โ itโd been a while since heโd had his fingers in her mouth like this. Y/N forgot how much she liked it; the weight of his fingers against her tongue, the scrape of her teeth along his nails, the salty taste of his skin. She likes how full she felt with only two of them in there. Even more than that, she likes that two of her holes were plugged, and wondered how it might feel to have all three of them. The thought alone makes her shiver.ย
They stay like this for a while. Harry turns the telly onto something, but she canโt tell if heโs really paying attention or not. Just feels him stroke the top of her head, fuck his fingers inside of her mouth every so often, stretch them against the inside of her cheeks. Itโs mind-numbing in a good way, lulling her somewhere elseโsomewhere sweeter and softer, as the insides of her legs get sticky from how much sheโs leaking down between them. Y/N had been good at first, perfectly still just sucking on his fingers, but she starts to wriggle more. Adjusting her hips, pawing at his calves as she slowly began to get restless.ย
Y/N doesnโt realize sheโs whining until she feels her throat vibrate with it, and Harry clicks his tongue softly, โWhat is it, puppy?โ He inquired, and Y/Nโs brain is full of cotton and clouds when she looks up at him. Thereโs drool building up at the corner of her mouth, dribbling out of the sides that Harry drags away with his thumb, โHm? Are you feeling needy?โ He pressed down on her tongue before slipping his fingers out of her mouth entirely. Y/N whines, chasing after them, but he uses his grip on the leash to keep her in place, โYou can talk, Honey. Can my dumb puppy speak?โย
She opens her mouth, โPlease,โ her voice sounds wrecked already, โPlease, I want โ I need it, daddy.โย
Thereโs a flash in his eyes that has her clench around the plug, only making her more painfully aware of how empty her pussy was. โYeah, you need it?โ Harry repeated, biting down hard enough on his lip that the flesh blanched around the indents of his teeth. She swears she saw his cock twitch in his bottoms, which were doing very little to hide how worked up he was. โOkay, baby, show daddy how much you need it, hm?โ But when Y/N starts to lift her hands toward his thighs, Harry grabs for both of them, curling his fingers around each one, โMm, no, no, Sweetheart. Remember, puppies donโt use their hands.โย
Y/N nods, swallowing hard, not even worried about it. She could do it without her hands โ she didnโt need them. All she needed to do was stretch forward and rub her face into his crotch, which should be more embarrassing than it feels right now. The way she buries her nose against him, breathing in deep, mewling when the pure scent of Harry slithers through her. Her mouth is wide open, tongue pressed out against the fabric of his thin linen trousers โ the lavender ones that she was fond of โ and soaking it around his cock. How heโd had it trapped against his body had made it hard at first, but the harder he got, the easier it was for her to find the head, to lull her tongue around it. She whimpers, brows curling, lips pursing at the tip and suckling through the fabric like it was all she knew how to do.ย
Her hands are slid beneath the sofa cushion, so she really wouldnโt use them, but her neck and jaw start getting a little tired from how she has to move without any support. Harry must be able to tell because he tucks his fingers around the back of the collar where it lay against her nape and pulls her away. He laughs when she whines at him, her tongue hanging from her mouth, drool spilling from her, โWow,โ he murmured, โI thought it might take a bit more to get you into a sweet little spot like this, but I forgot how easy you were for it, hm? You trust me, baby?โ Y/N nodded โ she trusted him more than anything, โYeah? Gโna let me make you feel good?โย
Again, she nods, leaning forward when he slackens his grip and runs her tongue over his cock several times, in wet, long strokes. The fabricโs taste isnโt what she wants, though, and Harry lifts his hips and pushes the bottoms down so that his cock is out.ย
Heโs hard. The tip is red, leaking already, and it sways a little with the motion of him pulling it free. Y/N barely waits for permission to get her mouth on him, and while she thinks on a different day, when Harry was more prepared for a scene like this โ he might have scolded her. Instead, today, he just lets her do what she wants. Laughs through his nose and strokes the side of her head as she mouths out at his cock, which feels bigger right now for some reason, than it usually does. Especially when she canโt use her hands to help guide it, she just has to part her lips and chase after it. She thinks she probably looks dumb, but she doesnโt care. She wants him in her mouth โ needs it, actually.ย ย
โAh, maybe I will have to train a greedy puppy like you after all,โ he hums thoughtfully as she slurps around his cock, taking him deep, deep, deep until it touches the back of her throat and it convulses around the intrusion. Y/N slips off, takes barely a breath to compose herself, then goes right back in, โBut itโs your first time being my puppy for real, isnโt it? Iโll be more lenient now than I will in the future,โ he murmurs and it sounds a little like a warning, when she drools over his cock, down to his balls, lapping at them. He groans, wanton and loud, needy as she was, โGod โ fuck, cโmon, gโna take care of you. Bet that pussy is so messy, isnโt it baby?โย
Thereโs some maneuvering involved, but Harry ends up on the floor with her, slipping out of his trousers the rest of the way. When he pulls his top over his head and tosses it to the side, Y/N reaches out for it, grabs for it โ she doesnโt know why, but she wants it near her, kind of. Lays it next to her head so she could smell him some more, and if she were more in her head, then sheโd realize how very omega-like of her this was, and how prideful Niall would be if he realized sheโd done this. But sheโs nowhere near that level of conscious thought right now. Sheโs swimming somewhere so beautiful and brainless that she doesnโt even feel shy to press the fabric to her nose and breathe in deeply. Smell his cologne and his sweat from the day.ย
Harryโs cock twitches when he watches her, and he splits her thighs and looks between her legs. She probably is messy right now, lube and her arousal dripping all over the place. Y/N had been worked up after stretching herself open and sliding the plug in, imagining what Harryโs reaction would be to her, and how hard he might fuck her made her touch herself a little bit too. Sheโd only gotten to two fingers and only did enough to get herself a little more needy, so she feels deprived and restless right now.ย
He starts with one fingers, and when her hole sucks him in greedily, he gives her two, right down to the knuckle, โAlways so ready for it. Slutty fucking pussy,โ he is tentative as he preps her, and with the plug in her bum, it somehow feels more intense. Thereโs more pressure everywhere, so much so that three of his fingers feel like four, and four of his fingers feel like five. Still, Y/N moans, keens, whines, whimpers โ does every sound but bark for him โ as he splits her open. Itโs so good, she feels so fucking good right now, but all she wants is his cock. Wants him to fill her up and fuck her dumb, even stupider than she is right now. Wants to drool, wants him to fuck her hard and deep, and split around him, and feel the head nudge against her g-spot. She wants to squirt on him and get him messy. She wants him to keep going even when sheโs too sensitive and is wiggling away, she wants him to drag her right back to him.ย
Y/N starts fucking her hips down into him, her arms slung beneath her knees to keep them spread but her hips moving tirelessly. Harry places a hand on her thigh, fingers stretched wide, but he doesnโt stop her from moving. He almost seems amused by it, above anything else, his eyes watching closely, his lips curled into a smile, cooing little encouragement like, โYeah, there we go, baby, that feels good, doesnโt it?โ She nods helplessly, and he curls his fingers relentlessly as her legs tremble, getting tired, โWhy donโt I give you something a little bigger, hm?โย
This time, she nods as enthusiastically as she can. As soon as his fingers slip from her, she rolls onto her belly unprompted, lifts herself onto her knees, and presents herself for him. Years of omegaverse lore aid her subconsciously as she rests herself on her shoulders, reaching back and pulling herself apart to show him where sheโs wet and needy for him. Nobody can ever resist that, and at the end of the day, Harry is only a man. He makes a sound kind of close to a growl behind her, cursing beneath his breath when his left hand covers hers to keep her steady, and his right hand guides his prick to her hole. Even though they both knew she was more than ready enough, Harry is still slow about sliding into her. Makes sure she feels every single inch that slides inside of her, stretches her out further. Y/N wonders if it feels tighter because of the plug inside of her. Harry does show an interest in the tail, smoothing it out of his way so that he could look at her again, where sheโs stretched taut around the plug.ย
โCanโt stop thinking about you getting ready for me,โ Harry grinds inside of her deep, and Y/N cries out, her fingers digging deeper into her flesh, โHow did I find such a naughty, greedy puppy, hm? Fuck, you were made for this,โ he prods at the skin around the plug, threatens to dip his thumb in too as his he slowly starts to build up a rhythm. Y/N wishes she could see him โ even if she craned her neck, it would do the view no justice. She wants to watch him from the side, from the back, from between her legs โ wants to see how big his cock is, how far it stretches her, how his balls slap against her with every stroke he bottoms out in.ย
She can feel herself drooling, and later on, she would cringe about it, and how it smears against her cheek while her face rubs against his shirt. Oh! His shirt, sheโd forgotten โ she slides her hands from holding herself open and curls her arms around his shirt. Presses her nose into it and breathes in so deeply, taking in every lick of Harryโs scent that she can from it. For some reason, it made Harryโs hips stutter behind her, his fingernails digging into her skin as he paused deep inside of her. Y/N whines, and he must be able to feel that sheโs going to move her hips again because he tightens his grip, โNo, just โ fuck, just give me a minute. You almost made me cum.โย
โWant it,โ she whines, โWant it, want it, want it โโย
Harry stretches himself across her back, slips his fingers into her mouth, and muffles her mid-beg, โShh, dumb puppies like you donโt need to talk or think,โ he groans as he slides out of her, slowly rolling his hips, wary to start where he left off right away, โGod, you love being my little doggy, donโt you? Youโre so fucking wet,โ Y/N quivers, holding his fingers uselessly in her mouth, unable to suck or lick or bite, just pant and drool around them, โYou wanna cum for, Daddy, Sweetheart? Get me all nice and sticky with it?โย
His pace picks up again, the slide of it easier as he makes more space for himself inside of her. Itโs much more intense with Harry pressed up against her like this, and it doubles when his fingers slip between her thighs and swirl around the swollen bud of her clit. It flicks beneath his touch, stiff and engorged, and just the press of his index and middle finger pads against it makes her cry out. The ears are flopping against her head with each thrust. Her legs want to close, but thereโs no easy way to, and her back arches against him. But her mouth is full, her clit is being played with, the plug still sits inside of her and Harry rocks his hips into her like heโs trying to make sure the shape of him never leaves, hard and deep, an impression of himself in her insides.ย
โAh, ah, ah,โ she sounds around his fingers, and itโs muffled, a staccato sound with every collision of their hips together. Words escape her; she just feels, and she feels everything so intensely right now.ย
Her whole body shakes when she cums. It starts with her thighs, shaking hard, making the rest of her legs tremble, and the heat of her arousal swells into a tight balloon that expands rapidly, the latex filling out until it pops, and the warm wave of water that was inside of it flows through her. Washes over her whole body as she pulsates around him, milking him, and Harry fucks her through it, despite how difficult it gets when she squeezes so tightly around him, โYeah, thatโs it, thatโs my girl,โ he murmured, โIโm not gโna stop, baby, not unless you say your special word.โย
Duck, Y/N remembers, or to squeeze his hand three times. Both are far away from her now though, even as she comes down from her first orgasm, she feels oversensitive as he fucks into her but not in the way where sheโd need to shove him off. So she starts working her hips back against him again and Harry curses beneath his breath, then starts fucking her earnestly again.ย
Sheโs unsure for how long it goes on, or how many times she cums. She just knew that around her fourth orgasm, Harry had flipped her around so that she was facing him and had pulled her nipple into his mouth. And she knew that he had started fucking the plug in and out of her bum too, and Y/N felt a bubble in her belly that popped, forcing Harry out of her body when a swell of liquid followed his cockโs exit. Heโs made her squirt before, and Y/N had wondered if it was just a one-and-done type of thing, but clearly not. Itโs fully within his capability to do it, and leave her breathless, shaking, gasping.ย
This time, Harry isnโt able to slip back into her. He peels the condom off, slips his hand through the mess of her pussy and uses that as lube to fuck himself with. Y/N watches through lidded eyes as he strokes his cock, โYes, yes, such a messy fucking puppy, so perfect for me,โ he rambles, โSo good, and fucking perfect, made for me, shit โ only me,โ before he starts to cum, all over her belly, in thick spurts that land heavy on the skin. Some of it even reaches her neck, and the knowledge of it makes her open her mouth, let her tongue hang out in hopes of catching more of it. None comes organically like that, but Harry does smear his fingers through the mess on her belly and feeds it into her mouth. Y/N licks it away, the taste heady and Harry, and so good because of it.ย
Y/N can barely move. Her muscles are kind of achy, and her head is so feather-filled she might as well be a pillow. Harry, above anything else, drops to her side and pulls her into his body, not caring about the sticky, drying cum on her skin when he pulls her into him. Rolls her over and maneuvers her limbs until sheโs lying on top of him, running one of his hands up and down her back, โThat was so beautiful, baby,โ he says it so gently, Y/N almost wants to cry for some reason. She feels emotional and exhausted and like, maybe in love, a little bit, she doesnโt know โ maybe it was just post-orgasm endorphins or maybe Harry was actually her soulmate, who could tell right then. โDid so well for me, for your first time. So perfect.โย
As he is with all things, Harry is more than careful as he removes the floppy ear clips from her hair, unbuckles the collar, and slowly slips the plug out of her bum. For a moment, one of his fingers does slide around into the little gape that was left, and when she twitches and whines, he kisses the side of her head, โSorry, Honey, couldnโt help myself,โ before slipping it away, โWeโll have to play with that pretty hole too, it was getting jealous.โ Y/N manages a laugh, though itโs just breathless and soundless enough to sound like a puff of air through her nose.ย
They stay there for a while, until Y/N feels like she can move, but even then, words havenโt come back to her yet. This was the deepest into subspace she thinks sheโs ever been, but she isnโt scared of it. Y/N revels in it. With Harry there, she feels safe, and cared for, like she doesnโt need to worry about a thing at all. And sheโs right, because he takes her to the shower with him and they get clean together. Harry wipes her down first, tenderly, slowly, and goes quickly for himself so that she isnโt standing there for too long. He coaxes water into her, too, at least half a bottle until sheโs pulling her face away. Eventually, they find themselves in her bed, Y/N in a big shirt, her favorite bandโs last album cover on the front, and Harry in one of her big shirts with a bunny on the front. He slid her underwear onto her, tucked them nicely around her hips, and then brought her up under the covers. Harry rubs her elbows and knees for a little bit, where they were rubbing against the carpet kind of hurt, and the skin was irritated. He pushes kisses to all the spots that seemed sore.ย
โI liked that,โ she finally spoke, after what might have been 20 to 30 minutes of silence. Harry doesnโt seem startled, and she wonders if it usually took her a while to start talking anyway, โA lot.โย
โMe too, Sweetheart. You play the role of a greedy puppy very well,โ he rubs up and down her arm, where itโs stretched across his chest, โAnd you were very cute. Iโll probably touch myself to that for weeks.โย
Y/N makes a noise in her throat and tips her face into his chest, โShut up,โ she grumbles, then continues, โI โ um โ like you a lot,โ she sighed out, her lips rewarming, preparing for a ramble that she just knew was going to happen soon. Not that she had anything in particular to ramble about, except the fact that sheโd seen a really pretty garden today, before sheโd puppy-fied herself.ย
Harry, who had begun to play with her fingers, seemed delighted. โIs that so? Thatโs convenient, because I like you too.โย
โYeah, and we should probably plant a garden together,โ she rumples her lips, โBut neither of us has any yard to plant a garden, so weโd have to steal someoneโs yard or something. Or buy like a little patch of dirt on someoneโs property. Do you know anyone who has a yard?โย
โIโm sure I could find someone,โ he replies, amused, โYou like gardening?โย
โIโm so bad at it, actually, but you seem like youโd be good at it, so thatโs why we should plant together. Are you good at planting?โ Y/N feels him nuzzle his nose against her temple, โI feel like youโre good at everything.โย
Harry hums, โNo, mโnot,โ he murmured, โIโm actually not great at folding laundry.โย
โReally?โ She tilted her head to look at him, โLike โ how?โย
He shrugged, โDunno, it always looks messy though. You havenโt seen my drawers?โย
โNo, was I supposed to see them? Should I be looking through your drawers?โย
โIf you wanted to, you could,โ he offered, then immediately took it back, โActually, no, I want you to pretend Iโm good at everything still, I donโt need you to see my folding.โย
Y/N laughed, then nestled close to him again, โYouโre silly,โ she murmurs, sighing again, letting sleep weigh heavy in her bones, โIโm glad I was delusional enough to think that you were obsessed with me.โย
clara coming up to bill like thatโฆ you go girl. while everyoneโs done shit in their 20s, imagine if a dude tiger has refused to talk about because he brings up just too many scars, comes up to them. tigers feisty but this guy just scares the little 19 year old inside her and bill had just walked away so she was alone. maybe he says something wildly out of pocket or inappropriate. bill being good dude and sticking up for her, but even after sheโs a bit shaken up and isnโt intimate for awhile.
Mmmm, I love this.
I feel like we all kind of have that one guy or girl that we never quite got over, you know? Whether it's because we had our heart broken, or things ended because that's just what things do sometimes. Maybe it's because we lack closure. Whatever it is, there always seems to be that one person in our lives that either still hurts to think about, or that spurns other unwanted feelings--yearning, loss, grief to a certain extent. For me, Heartbreak Boy was absolutely rooted and based on Photographer Dude. And while I have a much better hold on my feelings for Photographer Dude--he really is quite repulsive to me now--that doesn't mean that I still don't have an Achilles heel buried in somewhere deep. Don't get me wrong, Photographer Dude is an anti-vaxxer and strongly supported the truckers fucking idiotic, right-wing "Freedom Convoy" that took over our Capital for weeks and 99.999999% of the time, thinking of him repulses me.
But my resolve is shockingly less strong in person, and if I saw him in a bar when I was already one or two drinks in and he threw an offer on the table--I might still take it.
And it's because we're human. We're beautifully complex, and our selective memory is driven largely by our own loneliness, which can be all-consuming.
And listen, if this was the tiger BB--Before Bill--then she might have given in, and given up a whole lot. Whatever this guy threw at her, she might have accepted. But things are different after Bill--she wants for nothing. She's treated like a Queen. And she's head over heels, stupidly in love with a guy who is equally as in love with her. it's a wonderful thing.
But it doesn't mean that this guy doesn't incite a whole lot of other feelings in her. Hell, maybe it is Heartbreak Boy. And while tiger is in a real good place now, maybe this guy did a real number on her and those things are very hard to forget. Instead of the lusty, longing feelings clouding her vision, it's feeling of inadequacy, of hurt, of vulnerability that she is SO not okay with showing to this guy.
And like, tiger has had her heart broken before. And maybe some of those guys, she's on pleasant terms with--time can sometimes heal wounds--and if she sees them out, they exchange a pleasant hello, some other courtesies. There are some guys that maybe incite fucking rage in her and if she sees them out, Bill has to drag her away as she's taking off her earrings and rolling up her shirt sleeves.
But this guy is the only guy that literally makes tiger want to disappear. She sees him, and her mind just...it goes fucking blank. It's a void. And all she can do is stare.
Maybe she's meeting Bill after work for a quick drink--he has plans with the guys tonight in the area, and he headed in a bit early to just meet her after work for an hour. But tiger made it there before him, and she's standing at the bar having just ordered a dirty vodka martini for her and a glass of scotch for Bill.
And somehow, by some fucked up twist of fate, Heartbreak Boy is there. And this dude? He's a messed up, malicious motherfucker. He could leave her be. He could leave her in peace.
But peace is beyond him. So instead, he goes up to her. Leans on the bar right in front of her, and oozes a fucking creepy, Cheshire Cat smile.
Tiger isn't sure if she wants to pass out, vomit, punch him--or all three. but instead, she's caught so completely off guard that she just....stares.
And this guy? this guy's a fucking predator. So as the fear and loathing oozes off tiger, he just sucks it all up and feels even more empowered.
"Hey there," he smiles, "Kid."
Tiger feels the bile rise in her throat.
"Leave me alone," she says, but her voice shakes and cracks, and it was too meek to even begin with. Her neck breaks out in a cold sweat, her hands start to shake and her legs turn to jello. She can feel the harsh sting of tears in her eyes already, and she just wants to portal the sweet fuck out of there.
"What was that?" the guy asks, like the asshole he is. "I couldn't hear you."
Tiger is shaking like a leaf, and her mind just goes blank. She has such tunnel vision--staring at this leering motherfucker--that she doesn't even see Bill walk in the door. And Bill's usually a pretty happy, jovial dude, so he walks in with a smile on his face ready to have a little happy hour drink with his favourite girl. His eyes scan the crowd, and when they land on her--oh man.
Bill goes from jovial to alpha male real fucking quick.
And maybe he doesn't even register who is standing in front of her, at first. Maybe he's just reading her body language and every single protective fibre in him starts fucking sounding the siren. Tiger's shoulders are hunched, she looks scared, she looks uncomfortable. That's enough to get the alpha male in him RAGING and he starts taking big steps towards her.
But then he sees it--the guy in front of her--and for as much as tiger's mind blacked out with fear and loathing, Bill's blacked out with sheer fucking rage. And in a half a second, he's behind the dude and tiger's whole face sags in relief.
"You have three seconds to get the fuck out of her face," he snarls, "And even less to get the fuck out of mine."
The guy's a little surprised, and tiger catches his cocky smirk before he turns. But like, here's the thing. Bill is an intimidating presence. He is tall as shit, and he's broad. And he has kind of a weird, psycho face when it's neutral--but when his features are contorted with rage, and his jaw is clenched tight in anger?
Bill is fucking terrifying.
And maybe this guy forgot just how tall Bill was, or maybe he only really knew him in Bill's lanky stage. But he turns, and Bill's ego inflates three sizes when the guy has to noticeably adjust his eyeline further up. The top of his head barely reaches Bill's shoulder.
"Easy there pal," the guy tries to be aloof but it comes out as sarcastic, "Just having a nice catch up chat."
"One," Bill counts, and god if looks could kill, tiger's sure this guy would have dropped dead already. She's never seen Bill look so terrifying.
The guy chuckles but it doesn't sound convincing.
"Really, you're going to do this here? In public?" the guy asks. But he also doesn't sound convinced of that--he somewhat remembers how protective Bill was of tiger then, and this guy has no idea how much their dynamic has changed in a few years. Suddenly he's not so sure.
"Two," Bill snarls, and he takes a step forward. That's all it takes, just one well placed, threatening step forward into this guy's space. Bill is towering, and he's angry. The guy plunks his half-finished beer on the table.
"Fuck this," he scoffs, "And fuck you."
But he leaves. He almost runs out. Bill is seething, but tiger is still just so overwhelmed by everything that she squeezes her eyes tight as a few tears threaten to escape. Bill takes a calming breath, the anger still pouring off him in waves, but he tries to get it in check.
"Tiger," he says softly. She sniffles, shakes her head and takes in a wheezing breath.
"I'm parked right out front," he says soothingly, and he puts a grounding hand on her cheek, "Come on."
He plunks a $50 on the bar top, puts his arm around her, and guides her out. He helps her into the car and drives somewhere more secluded--tiger is wheezing, her eyes still squeezed tight, and Bill pops the glove compartment and reaches for her inhaler.
"Deep breath," he coaxes, and presses it to her lips. He pumps in two shots in time with her breath, and then unbuckles her seatbelt.
"Come sit with me in the back sweet girl," he says.
And listen, Bill is the jealous type but he's not stupid. He knows she's not reacting like this because of any lingering feelings for the dude--just that she was caught off guard by someone she genuinely never wanted to see again. And she goes from overwhelmed to fucking angry to downright livid, wanting to find the guy to beat the absolute shit out of him now that her mind has cleared. Bill probably has to cancel his night because she's a complete mess, but you know, I'll bet it goes beyond just that night.
I'll bet tiger starts to just get really small on him, wanting to be taken care of, wanting the reassurance and the comfort of knowing that she's just so much better now, you know? She's with someone and she feels valued, she feels loved, she feels safe. It's an addictive feeling that she can't get enough of, for weeks.
I read this thing on Leos using manipulation to get what they want from their partner. What if Tiger reads this. She over thinks about it when Bill is away on a shoot. When he comes back she is second guessing every word he say. And Bill notices quickly. He has to carefully get to the bottom why she is acting so weird.
"Leos, of course, love attention. But whenever they're not getting recognition from the people they want it from, their manipulative side will come out. "They have a tendency to do reverse psychology, telling their loved ones that they would do or get the things that they want by themselves just because the other party cannot or would not do it on their behalf," says Hayes. This sign opts for "guilt-tripping," and likely the people being manipulated won't even realize it until later."
Leos are a real enigma, aren't they? Especially Leo men. Like, we want SO BAD to hate them because they have all of the traits we loathe--but they also have such fucking charm. They will chew you up and spit you out and you'd still thank them. There is something about that dripping confidence, that self-assuredness whether or not it is misplaced, that alluring and yet totally infuriating cockiness.
I think in his younger days, Bill was kind of a douche. He'd manipulate. He'd lie. He'd do anything to get what he wanted--out of anyone. And those fuck boys, man those are the dangerous kind. I've talked about it before--I have no issues with fuck boys who present themselves as fuck boys. There's nothing wrong with just wanting a good time with no strings attached--as long as you're honest about it.
The fuck boys who present themselves as Good Dudes and who lie are the ones who should rot in fucking hell.
And I think Bill was precisely that, in his younger day. So maybe the whole interaction--of Bill seeing his ex out somewhere, and him coming clean to tiger about everything he put that poor girl through--tiger understands, but maybe it doesn't quite sit right. And she tries not to stew, she tries to suppress it, but for awhile it's kind of just bubbling below the surface.
There's a lot that's just instilling a whole lot of unwanted feelings. The whole interaction with Clara. And hell maybe they're somewhere insanely cool like New Orleans or something and tiger goes to see a Tarot reader, and the reader really starts zero-ing in on a Leo. An important Leo in tiger's life. And she says some things that tiger really doesn't like. That Leos are manipulative, they're sweet talkers, they'll stop at nothing to get what they want. That they are remarkably okay with hurting people, when and if they need to.
And the irony of it all is the reader was probably zeroing in on tiger HERSELF, and that nickname. But tiger takes it the complete wrong way and it just kind of adds to this ever-growing little black cloud of doubt and hostility within her.
It takes Bill a long ass time to notice something is up, and even longer to figure out what it is. Tiger is doing a pretty good job at hiding the fact that she's been tormented for a week--but it's always really, really telling when she starts shirking any affection or intimacy with him. That's really when whatever suspicions he had that something is bothering her are truly confirmed. And that's always when he calls it out and confronts her, because he doesn't want it to get too far.
But the problem is tiger doesn't even know what the hell she's mad at. How do you tell somebody that you don't trust them because of things they did, or the person they used to be, 10 years ago? Without judging them for the mistakes that everyone makes, when they're young and stupid?
I think tiger--oh my soff heart--tiger has made some big strides, and she's come a long way. And in the face of a real difficult discussion, she takes a page out of Bill's book and chooses brutal honesty.
"Look bud, what I'm about to say makes no sense, alright? But I'm still trying to figure it out in my head. I'm still trying to make sense of it," she says with a deep sigh.
Bill quietly takes a seat on the couch, places his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped between them. And he waits, silently. Tiger paces in front of him.
"I'm mad at you. I'm mad at you for doing those things that you did in your early 20s. I'm mad that you were such....god you were such a douche then. That was a real dick move Bill, to treat her the way you did," she starts, "But I know that's not who you are now. I know how much you've changed. I know how kind you are, how loving you are. The way you take care of me. I know that."
Bill just stays quiet, and lets her work out her thoughts.
"We all did stupid shit in our 20s and it's unfair of me to hold any of that against you. It's unfair of me to have any thoughts about it whatsoever, because I wasn't there and I didn't know you at that time," she continues, "But it still bugs me."
There's a real long silence, and Bill keeps his eyes on her but she's still pacing and running her hand through her hair.
"Why does it bug you?" he asks softly. He knows why. But it's just a prompt to get her talking again.
"Because if you were a manipulative shit then, what if you're still one now? In my right mind, I know you're not. I feel like I know. I think I know. But what if I'm wrong? If you did all that to her..." tiger trails off, and her voice gets real meek, "What if you do it to me too?"
Bill waits a beat. Then two. And eventually he tilts his head to catch her eyes.
"Done?" he asks for confirmation. She nods, and she takes a seat beside him. She immediately laces her hand in his.
"First of all," he clears his throat, "Thanks for being honest with me, kid. That took a lot of guts."
"Second of all, it's....valid. All of it is valid, tiger. But the worst part is...I don't know if I have an answer for you," he tells her, "Other than just...I've changed. Which may not be enough. It's okay to be pissed off at what I did. I'm pissed off at what I did. But I've made peace with it, because I can't change it. The only thing I can do is try to be a better person every day."
"I was a dick in my 20s," he continues, "But just like I was on drugs then but I'm not now--I was a manipulative, mean asshole then but I'm not now. Years of therapy, getting clean, and surrounding myself with the right people has changed me. It won't change what I did, but it changed who I became."
Tiger nods, squeezing his hand a little bit.
"Deep down I know that," she mumbles, "But I just...I have a hard time with it, sometimes. Can people really change that much?"
"You tell me," he says quietly. The edge of her lips tilt up in the faintest of smiles, and she kisses him softly.
"Do you....have questions?" he asked hesitantly, "Maybe it would help if we just got it all out there, now. You can ask me whatever you want kid, I promise I'll answer it honestly."
Tiger thinks about that for a long second, and then she nods.
"Yeah," she says, "Yeah, okay. But this....this is going to need some alcohol, alright?"
"I agree," he chuckles. She grabs a bottle of akvavit, and two shot glasses.
And look, it's a tough conversation. It lasts for hours. Tiger asks incredibly personal things, incredibly painful things from a time in his life that Bill has spent years trying to forget. But he doesn't shy away. He takes his time to think, sometimes even wipes at his face in frustration at a particularly bad memory, but he answers every single question. And he answers it honestly, regardless of how painful it is.
And his openness with her, his rawness and vulnerability in that moment, gets her back to trusting him just a little bit more.
imagine tiger wanting another boob massage but not knowing how to ask bill for it
Nani I am overcome with all the needs for the soft boob massages this week.
And like, tiger is desperate for it, right? Poor bean is in pain and Billโs hands just felt so damn good that one time, so gentle and warm and soft, using just the right amount of pressure, easing the deep ache that had settled in. And she really wants it again, wants all those gentle kneads and squeezes, but she doesnโt know how to ask for it and she even feels kind of selfish for wanting it. Because she knowsย Bill loves her chest, knows what it does to him, and she thinks itโs a little unfair that she asks him to rub it for her but to expect absolutely zero sexy times from it in return. And yโknow--Bill would be really fucking mad at her for thinking that. In fact, heโs trying to encourage her to be a little moreย selfish, and nothing about the request is even remotely selfish to begin with. Sheโs in pain, and if he could relieve it somehow, then Good Dude Bill is all for it.
She probably tries to do it herself and it helps a little but not nearly enough. And here is where my train of thought splits into two delicious paths.
Like, part of me thinks Bill walks in on her like that; a pained expression on her face as she squeezes at her chest and he frowns. Chastises her gently, tells her she should have asked him for some help, before he grabs the bottle of coconut oil and settles her on the bed between his legs. He gets her shirt and her bra off and gets to work, and in seconds tiger is just....total mush. In heaven. But while the last time was relaxing enough to have her kind of dozing off, her hormones are maybe a little more lit this round and Bill notices a change in her breathing. Her very subtle squirming. And Good Dude Bill, maybe he just trails a hand from her chest down between her legs, over her panties, and gives her just a bit of a tap there. A gentle one, but enough to make her jolt.
โNeed help?โ he murmurs in her ear, and she just groans out a yes please. And he just slowly runs his hand over her panties, circling her clit, and sheโs so sensitive that she gets off real easily.
Or.
Or like, what if the poor bean just gets so desperate for some relief of the sore tatas that she corners Bill as heโs watching TV. She throws the bottle of coconut oil at him and frantically climbs into his lap and sheโs trying to get her shirt off and shove her chest in his face and Bill is rather startled.
โWhoa whoa, easy kid,โ he grabs onto her hips but her breasts are right in his face and heโs just fine with that,ย โWhatโs up?โ
โIt hurts. Do the thing,โ she whines, and sheโs all caught up in her shirt so Bill pulls it back down and just quirks a brow at her.
โWhat thing?โ he asks, because heโs a bastard. She squirms again.
โThe rubbingย thing, Bill. It hurts, come on,โ and itโs such a petulant whine but god Bill secretly loves when she gets needy like this. So he smiles, kisses her all soft like, helps her turn around and settle with her back to his chest as he unbuttons her shirt, unclasps her bra and moves both to the sides. She groans when he takes a breast in each hand, lifting and squeezing softly.
But yโknow...Billโs got real nice hands. And some tata rubs are feeling realย good, and tiger maybe just wants a bit more...friction. So she slowly turns back around, straddles his lap, and starts to just...rub. And now sheโs feeling REALLY good, and sheโs pushing her chest more in his hands as she grinds her hips. And you know, at a certain point, his hands arenโt gonna be enough.
โYour mouth,โ she whines, pleading.
โHmmm?โ because heโs still a bastard.
โBill please,โ she begs and shoves her chest right up against his face,ย โYour mouth...โ
So he indulges her, licks between her breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Tiger grinds on his lap until she finds the release sheโs so desperate for, with one breast in Billโs giant hand and the other one being sucked and nipped. She groans and juts against him, and itโs only a few minutes later once sheโs down from her high that she goes to move off of him and and he grabs her hips, glares at her and pulls her back onto him a bit.
โDonโt make fun of me,โ he commands, tapping her nose in warning. And sheโs confused until she looks down, and she realizes that poor Bill just made a mess of himself in his pants.
She makes it up to him a few days later, because the poor dude is such a good sport about it all.
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