EMBRACE THE DARK

iz • she/her • is love real dear?

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AU’s

nerd!harry x popular!y/n

In which, Y/N is the queen bee of school, and quiet, nerdy boy, Harry, happens to catch her eye.

younger!harry x older!y/n

In which Harry is a college student interning at a business investment corporation where Miss Y/L/N is his extremely attractive older boss.

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Bruised Knees

In which it’s 1994, Harry is the star quarterback, and Y/N loves to skate. Somehow, they are in love with each other despite being opposites.

warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, smut

(6.6k+ words)

Y/N is into the skate scene. She loves going to her local skate park with her board Betty, and doing tricks up and down the ramps. She loves the way the wind slaps her in the face, and how free she feels on her board. She loves the sound of the wheels rolling against concrete, and how metal rings anytime she does a trick involving a ramp of some sort.

Y/N loves wearing baggy clothes, such as oversized jeans and hoodies. She loves her scuffed up Keds, Vans, and the Walkman she carries around with her like it’s a religion.

She loves her two friends Lucy and Matt, who are actually dating. She loves her father, who is fighting prostate cancer, and kicking ass if she has a say. If she isn’t at the skate park she’s at home ready for his beck and call.

Y/N sometimes struggles with admitting she loves her older brother, but she does to an extent. She used to not be able to stand him when he was the captain of the football team in high school. He’s long since graduated and now plays for some university. Y/N doesn’t know, nor does she care to be honest, where exactly it is that he attends.

One thing Y/N loves in this world more than anything is her flower boy, her bubba, her baby cakes, her boyfriend, Harry.

The funny thing about Harry that often throws people off is that he is the complete opposite of her. Most people assumed, or thought that Y/N would end up with a fellow skater, who wore oversized clothes like her, has some tattoos, and piercings, and always wears a beanie, Hell, even Y/N thought that was the case, but one night many many months ago, Y/N bumped into Harry at a party.

She knew of him because he was the current quarterback of the football team at her school, taking her brother's place once he graduated. He’s in the same grade as her as well, so they basically grew up together, but lived two different lives, which pushed them to never really interact despite being in school together for so long. He complimented her outfit, which then she complimented his. From there they struck up a conversation, and ended up going somewhere private to talk for a solid hour before they eventually ended up hooking up.

That one time hookup turned into frequent hookups, which turned into a relationship that has stood the test of time, and all the doubt that surrounded them.

Y/N is currently laying in her room. Her father is over at his girlfriend's house for a few days to give them privacy to spend alone time with each other.

Y/N’s mother and father got a divorce when Y/N’s father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She hates her mother for leaving her father during a time of need. Her father was becoming too sick for her mother to handle, so she decided to up and leave her father. That’s one reason why Y/N struggles to love her brother. She can’t forgive her brother for taking their mothers side, and living with her. Y/N’s mother is the one person in her life she knows she’ll never have love for again.

Y/N is flipping through a magazine listening to the Beatles, which is one of Y/N’s hidden favorites. Only Harry knows her love for the old icons.

Speaking of Harry, Y/N hears a six tap pattern bang onto her window. Y/N smiles and quickly stands up, knowing for a fact that the pattern is known by one person and one person only, her lover boy.

She shuffles in her oversized jeans and tank top pairing over to her window. She opens the window, allowing her cute little bean that she calls her boyfriend into her room.

“Hi, love.” Harry flings his arms around his girl, and picks her up, spinning her around.

“Hi, baby cakes.” She gives him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry smiles so big his teeth show, which makes Y/N’s insides warm in a swarm of butterflies.

“I missed you.” Harry pouts, still holding his girl close to his body. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Y/N giggles, digging her face into his neck. She peppers a few kisses. “Baby it’s only been like three hours since we saw each other.”

“That’s far too long.” Harry replies seriously, no if ands or buts in his tone. Y/N loves how much he openly expresses how obsessed he is about her. It makes her obsession with him feel valid.

“Come lay with me, baby cakes. I want to snuggle.” Y/N requests, which Harry quickly agrees to.

Harry signals for Y/N to jump up and wrap her legs around him, which she does. He walks the two of them over to her bed, and falls back onto the mattress.

Y/N yelps, at what should be the expected action, but she can’t lie, it catches her off guard every time he does it.

Harry manages to pull her comforter from under the two of them, and tuck them under its warmth. Harry turns and drapes his legs over Y/N’s hip sighing in contemptment.

Harry basks in his lover’s presence. Harry can’t believe he found someone so perfect. He never expected her out of all people to come into his life, and stir up a storm.

Harry is the quarterback of the football team at his high school. He made varsity his freshman year, which is really hard to do, but Harry found a love for the sport at a young age, and has been playing his heart out ever since.

Harry knew who Y/N was because she was the little sister of his football captain from his freshman and sophomore year. He never paid much attention to her his first two years of high school, or at all really, but that is expected when you run in completely different crowds. Plus, Y/N’s brother never was really enthusiastic whenever he mentioned his sister, which was already a rare topic to bring up.

Harry was a bit of a playboy, getting action here and there. He hasn’t slept with a lot of girls, but he’s slept with good a few from his school which is enough to cause drama.

Y/N came out of nowhere, he saw her at a party, and for some reason that night out of all the nights his focus couldn’t leave her. His obsessive need to gaze at her turned into him getting the balls to go up to her and striking a conversation with the skater. He didn’t know what to talk about, but by a miracle they fell into conversation so easily it almost felt natural. What Harry wasn’t expecting that night was to hook up with the said girl he was talking to, but boy oh boy, did hooking up with her alter his brain chemistry in such a drastic way.

He became highly addicted to her that night, and since then his addiction hasn’t faded, in fact Harry would say it’s only grown.

“You’re so warm.” Harry slurs, smacking his lips together as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into his girlfriend's soft, plushy chest. Harry pets his hand over her hair, and notices a very different texture from the last time he touched it. He opens his eyes and stares in awe at his girl's new do. Her normal, shoulder length 4a texture black curls are now styled in box braids. The part Harry loves the most about her hairstyle is the piece of red threaded into some braids to add a pop of color. Harry’s tummy swirls at the little detail of her adding his favorite color into her hair. “Oh wow! Cherry baby, your hair looks beautiful!”

Harry is sincere with his words. He loves any time she gets a protective style. She always looks so pretty, and Harry loves the little confident boosts she gets with the change. She just glows a little extra with a fresh look, and Harry can’t help but to love it.

“You like?” Y/N runs her hands over her braids. She always loves how enthusiastic her man is whenever she changes her hair. He makes her feel pretty, which is a word she used to never really associate herself with.

“You know I do.” Harry pinches her smiling cheek, and pecs her lips. “You always look so pretty, no matter what, even when you hair is natural, and you have been too lazy to do it, so it all over the place because it’s so big and beautiful and wild, and you insistently call yourself a lion even though I think it’s ridiculous, you still look fucking pretty.”

Y/N doesn’t fight off the smile widening to a sickening width. She felt such a rush from his sweet words. He always knows exactly what to say to make her feel loved. “You’re the best, you know that?” Y/N says as she slings her body onto his more.

“I sure do, and you’re even better.” He says in a low whisper as he stretches his head forward, and kisses her jaw. “You’re all that and a bag of chip babe.”

“Don’t ride my dick too hard now baby cakes.” Y/N teases him. Harry scoffs, and looks at her almost offended. She giggles at her boyfriend’s silly face. He’s trying to look mad, but to her, he looks adorable.

“Don’t act like you don’t like when I ride your dick hard.” Harry playfully slaps Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s jaw drops, and she narrows her eyes in staring her boyfriend down, in a split second she grabs the stuffed red teddy bear Harry won her at the fair from behind her, and swings it over, hitting Harry right in the head.

Now it’s Harry who has his jaw dropped in shock. Harry lightly pushes her off of him, and quickly stands up from the bed. “You really want to go there, cherry?” Harry raises his brow in a challenging manner.

“Always.” She smirks. They both quickly arm themselves with a pillow. Their eyes are locked on each other, carefully watching the others movements, ready for the perfect time to attack.

They take slow steps in a circle. Both of them are slightly hunched over. Their senses are on high alert, both not wanting to miss a single movement or sound. Y/N’s heart is rapidly beating from anticipation, she’s awaiting whatever is to come.

Harry takes initiative, and starts to round her bed slowly. Y/N takes a step back, but lifts her pillow in position, ready at any moment to swing. Harry does the same, watching his girl for any attack she might try to make. One thing Harry loves about Y/N is how fiesty, and playful she is. She’s not afraid to get into a wrestling match with him, and go all out or to get her hands dirty, and do things that are deemed unladylike.

Harry nears her, and at the same time, the two lovers swing their pillows at each other, clashing them together. They both breakout in laughter as they hit each other with pillows repeatedly.

Y/N manages to get a hit in on the side of Harry’s head, at the same time Harry hits her in the side by her ribs. Y/N stumbles slightly at how powerful Harry’s hit was. Harry is naturally heavy handed from playing football his whole life. Even when he is trying to be gentle, there is still power behind his swings.

Y/N doesn’t mind at all, she is obsessed with how heavy handed he is. He always grabs her body so tight when they have sex, that there are sometimes indents. She loves staring at them whenever she gets the pleasure of having them littered all over her body. She loves how he takes control, basically manhandling her when they have sex.

Y/N twists her body so now the back of her legs are now facing the bed. The two of them are still attacking each other with their pillows. Another step back, and Y/N is tumbling backwards with a yelp. She shoots her hands down to catch herself. She falls with a bounce as she lets out a grunt. Harry takes the opportunity to jump on top, and straddle her waist. He is lightly hitting her with the pillow, and she is doing her best to defend herself from the hits.

They are stuck in a laughing fit, which oftentimes they find themselves in. They both know how to get the other one to laugh so effortlessly.

Harry has now stopped hitting her, and is now leaning forward to bury his head into her neck as he laughs. He gets a whiff of her familiar scent that drives him wild. Cocoa butter and vanilla has quickly become one of his favorite scents.

He’s even gone as far as to buy some candles that smell similar, which he lights in his room every night like a love sick fool.

Harry’s just properly obsessed with the skater. He loves her rich deep chocolate skin that’s always smooth, even when it’s littered in scrapes and bruises it’s still supple and soft.

He loves her caring eyes, and radiant smile that shoots volts of love up straight to his heart, making it speed up.

God, he’s in love.

“Fuck…baby cakes, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N struggles to say between her laughs. She’s trying her best to regain her composure since the laughs are now cramping up her stomach, causing a sharp pain to spread every time she giggles.

Harry rolls off of her, and plops down flat on the bed. The pair slowly calm down from their laughing fit. “Fuck, that was good.” Harry sighs out once he has fully settled.

“Sure was.” Y/N smiles, blindly reaching out to lace her fingers with her love. They both love physical touch. There is something about the heat of their skins so close together that makes them feel so full and whole. Sometimes a touch for them speaks more volume than words. It’s an unspoken action that tells them they are there for each other, no matter what.

Harry pulls the skater towards him. He grabs her chin softly, and twists her face to look at him dead in the eyes.

Harry leans forward, and teasingly brushes his lips over hers. The quick action shifts the entire aura of the room. The once playful environment is now ten degrees hotter, bubbling with lust.

Y/N chases Harry’s lips, and kisses him in a slow, heated frenzy. They moan into each other's mouths. Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and licks up the length of her tongue as their mouths connect.

Y/N’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. She lets out a strong puff of air through her nose, as she feels herself becoming worked up. “Baby.” Y/N can’t help but gasp as the back of her neck starts to feel warm. Her skin is becoming more alert and sensitive. Her hand which is still laced with his is starting to feel prickly.

Harry hums, satisfied by her gasp of pleasure. Harry loves making Y/N feel good. He loves spending his time in her room between her thighs, licking her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. Sometimes if he’s feeling especially ravenous, he’ll bring her to multiple orgasms just by his mouth.

He loves her pussy. It’s so soft and pretty. Harry never understands when his teammates talk about how pussy’s are confusing, and sometimes annoying to navigate.

Harry thinks if guys just took a few seconds to find the clit when they have sex, then he’s sure they would have less of a struggle.

Harry untangles his fingers with his girl, and grabs each side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to lift one of her legs up to straddle Harry’s lap.

As soon as her knees meet the bed, she puts all her weight on them. Instantly, Y/N breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck!” Y/N hisses in pain rolling off of Harry, back onto the side.

“What’s wrong?” Harry is quick to sit up to help assess the problem.

“My knees, I forgot I bruised them doing a trick last night at the park. Fuck, they hurt.” She explains, but ends up giggling at how silly she sounds. Harry joins in with her as well.

One guaranteed thing about Y/N is that most of the time she has bruised knees. She gets them from falling off her board. It’s not that Y/N is a bad skater and can’t stay on her board for the life of her because that is completely false. Y/N is a very daring person who loves to try out new tricks all the time. Trying out new things leads to injuries because she doesn’t know the best way to execute the trick yet.

No matter how many times Y/N falls, she gets back up and tries again until she can do it completely on her own, and have it practically mastered.

Harry adores it, and has been blessed with plenty of front row seats to Y/N in the zone, trying out a new trick, and he has seen her wipe out plenty of times. His heart sinks each time his love falls and gets hurt, but he knows she’s strong, and will be okay in the end.

“Awe, are you okay cherry baby?” Harry asks half seriously, half teasingly. He begins to crawl over her. His hands are planted on either side of his head. The cross necklace he wears on the daily dangling over her face which has her clenching her legs.

“Yes, I'm fine.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m annoyed though.” Y/N mumbles crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wanted to ride you, but my stupid fucking bruises got in the way…...again.” She pouts. Harry can’t stop the smile spreading on his face.

Y/N likes being on top sometimes. She loves bouncing on top of him as her boobs jump up and down with her movements. She loves looking down and seeing Harry’s face engrossed in her. She especially loves when Harry smacks her ass, demanding her to ride him faster. That’s fucking hot. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t happen that often because she always has some type of bruise on her knees.

“Love, just accept that you’re my pillow princess.” Harry wiggles his brows. “You know I love making you feel good too, don’t deny it.”

“I know you do.” Y/N sighs. “Don’t worry, I love it, but sometimes baby cakes, I just wanna ride you.”

“And don’t worry.” Harry leans down to kiss her forehead. “Your bruises will stop being so tender, and then you can, and I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Harry are very comfortable with each other. While talking about sex so casually might be weird for some people, it’s just how it is for the pair. They are never afraid to express their desires or simply just talk about it.

Y/N grins, and hooks her finger around her chain, and pulls him down. “Come here.” She purrs and connects their lips together.

Harry smiles into the kiss, and indulges in her plush lips. Y/N’s unoccupied hand runs down Harry’s chest, abs, stopping at the band of his sweats. Harry’s stomach twitches from her delicate touch. Harry feels his cock swelling in his boxers making him grow needy for his lover.

Harry grinds down against Y/N’s clothed pussy, and the two of them whimper at the same time. They always tend to be in sync with most things they do.

Y/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls him down to be closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to create a more heated friction between them.

Harry grunts into her mouth. He’s beginning to feel animalistic, primal, and hungry for his lover. She’s just so delectable it’s impossible to not become a mad man for her.

Harry can’t comprehend how he went so long without ever simply saying a word to her. She’s the dictionary definition of perfection, and Harry can’t help but feel smug that he got the best girl in the world to be his.

They continue to dry hump, and make out with each other. It’s always difficult for them to break away from kissing. Their lips just melt together into a perfect mix. Ruining it would just be borderline offensive.

Y/N’s hands scratch down Harry’s back, and up the sides of his torso. Her hands travel back down, and she tugs at the waistband of his pants.

“You want them off, love?” Harry mumbles against her lip. Y/N whimpers, and nods, desperate to have the constricting fabric out of the way.

Harry leans up on his hands, and works his pants down his legs. Y/N does the same with her jeans. She works the buckle of her black belt out of the loop, and undoes the buckle.

She pops the button on her pants, and hovers her body off the bed, under Harry as she kicks the fabric off of her legs. She quickly falls back down onto her bed with a squeak. Harry comes down, and latches his mouth onto her neck, and begins to nibble on her skin before sucking a red bruise on her skin.

“H, shit, you’re going to leave a mark.” Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s tattooed covered arm. She is extremely obsessed with the permanent pieces of art all over his body. He looks so hot when he fucks her brains out. She’s trying to convince him to get hand tattoos. If he got some hand tattoos, Y/N thinks she would faint from how sexy he would look.

She would want to be manhandled by him, she would want Harry to fully slut her out in the most vile ways possible. Fuck, Y/N wants that regardless, but Harry with a hand tattoo, chefs kiss in her mind.

Y/N sometimes thinks that people would be completely shocked if they knew what Y/N was like around her man. Most people see Y/N as a very dominant tomboy. Hell, some people were convinced Y/N was a lesbian, not saying she wouldn’t be opposed to eating pussy, but she loves dick, especially Harry’s.

Harry is a very dominant man, and Y/N is basically his pillow princess. At least that's what he calls her when he’s teasing her. Y/N secretly likes it because it’s true, she is his pillow princess, but she would never admit that to him.

“That’s the point.” Harry mumbles, settling his lips on a new part of her untouched neck. “Want you covered in my love bruises, don’t you want that cherry?” Fuck, the way he talks to her has her knees ready to fold at any moment.

Y/N pathetically nods her head. “Yes.” This man can make her fold at any given moment, it should be scary. Harry hums, and continues his attack on her neck. Y/N is becoming restless, she wants Harry to take her. She wants to feel the stretch of his cock pounding in and out of her as he calls her dirty names. She wants to be to feel her tits jiggle from how hard Harry will no doubt fuck her.

She wraps her legs around his waist again, and tries to pull him down. She needs some attention to her pussy now, or she’ll go crazy. “Please, H.”

Harry complies, and sinks his bulge into Y/N clothes pussy. She can feel how hard he is. She loves it. Y/N circles her hips to create a pattern of friction on her clit. “So desperate, love.” Harry tsks, as he bites down on her bottom lip, and pulls back, letting his teeth scrape along her skin.

“I want you.” She whines, her clit is starting to feel prickly from how turned on she’s becoming. Having her man so close yet so far is driving her mad. She claws for him to be closer to her. Harry smirks, latching his lips onto the underside of his girl's jaw, and giving it a soft suckle. Y/N nails dig into Harry’s arm as a chill spreads over her entire mouth and neck. Harry knows that spot is sensitive for her, and he loves feeling, seeing, and hearing her little reactions when he gives that spit attention.

“So sexy, love.” Harry purrs into her ears. He brushes her braids off her shoulder, so now they are splayed out on the bed. “Always so receptive to my touch. I’m obsessed.” Harry nips at her jaw, but never stops to suck on a patch. Y/N likes the quick little touches on her neck, over having Harry sit there a suck a hickey onto the expanse of her skin.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good hickey, but there is something about quick, sharp bites that has Y/N’s head stuck in a fog of need. “Just like that.” Y/N’s eyes fall shut, she focuses purely on the feeling of Harry on her body. His hands are smoothing up and down her sides, manhandling her skin.

“Baby loves when I bite her, yeah?” Harry bites particularly hard on Y/N’s sweet spot. Her back arches, and toes curl from the delicious sting wrapping around her neck. “Look at you, fucking dripping I bet.”

“Why don’t you check and see?” Y/N suggests in a single breath. She wants him to touch her so badly.

“You’d like that, huh? Me touching your aching pussy?” Harry teases his girl. He watches Y/N pout, and huff. She pretends to be annoyed or hate when he pulls at her heels a little, but in reality, her body shivers, and her pussy throbs when he talks to her like this. “Don’t pout.” Harry grips her jaw in one of his big, manly, strong hands. “You love it when I talk to you this way. The slut in you feeds off being berated.”

He’s right, so fucking right. She does love it, and that’s why she loves him because he knows her through and through. They were definitely made for each other. Y/N knows it’s the truth deep down in the pit of her soul. She feels the endless thread that attaches her heart to Harry’s. She knows he’s her forever, whether people like it or not.

“Touch me, please.” Y/N begs. Her cheeky red underwear which is still on is completely soaked. Harry smiles, and admires all the little nick marks decorating her neck. These marks will be gone by tomorrow, but Harry is more than satisfied with seeing them as they fuck.

“Awe.” Harry coos, blowing air into her ear. Y/N jolts in shock. Her ear tickles from the intrusion. “As you wish, my love.” Harry’s hand glides down, and grips Y/N’s underwear in his hand. He pulls the flimsy fabric down her legs, and throws them behind him, paying no mind to where they land.

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her lover's hand slides down her sticky slit, collecting a glob of her clear, stringy arousal, and circling it on the head of her clit. “H…baby.” Y/N brings one of her hands up to grip the back of Harry’s neck. Her legs already feel like jello, she quickly melting into a puddle. She subconsciously opens her legs wider, to give Harry more access to her pussy.

His fingers slip down to her entrance, and push two fingers into her. Y/N’s head is thrown back, her mouth drops open and a chorus of moans spill from her mouth.

“I don’t even need to finger you baby. If I wanted to, I could slam my cock right into you, and your pussy would stretch immediately to fit me because your pussy was made for me.” Harry curls his fingers up, hitting the squishy little pad deep inside her.

Y/N’s legs tremble, her belly starts to feel full with butterflies. She rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. His words spark all her nerve endings. She can hear how sloppy and wet her pussy is. She already knows what Harry is trying to do, she knows it all too well.

“H!” Y/N gasps, she feels her walls tightening around Harry’s fingers. Her hips are rolling involuntarily as she rides the sensation from Harry’s attack.

Harry places his thumb onto the head of her clit, and begins to circle the sensitive numb. “Look at you love, already so close.” Harry leans down to smother Y/N’s lips with his own. He pries her mouth open with his tongue, and gives her body all the attention it can possibly receive.

Fingers in her pussy, his thumb giving attention to her clit, his other hand occupies itself, twisting her nipples into hard, irritated peaks. His mouth covering hers, tongues clashing together, moans forming into one. It’s all perfect in Y/N’s eyes. She doesn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not for a second.

Y/N is caught off guard when she feels Harry’s lips leave hers, and move to her knees. He presses his puckered lips into each of her knees. “Poor, baby, your knees really are bruised.” He peppers a few more kisses on each knee. Y/N breaks out into a gentle smile in the midst of her belly coiling into a tight knot. “Look at you, so pretty for me, always.” He strokes her cheek, and uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down. “You gonna cum for me, love?”

She moans, his finger continues to hit the spongy flesh, which is swelling up inside of her throbbing pussy, ready to burst at any given moment. His fingers are aggravating it, almost egging it on to explode. “Yes!” Y/N moans in a response. Her body is gearing up, ready for the moment when her orgasm is going to tip over.

Harry adds a third finger, and speeds up his thrusts. His arm is starting to cramp, but he refuses to stop. His love is so close, he knows her body like the back of his hand from how many times they’ve fucked over the course of their relationship.

Harry is well aware that when Y/N’s pussy starts to clamp down on his fingers, trying to force them to fall out, she is close to an orgasm. He loves to make his love cum as many times as her body can take it. Usually it’s two times. Once with either his fingers, or Harry’s personal favorite is mouth, and then one from his cock.

He loves how her breathing changes as she’s approaching the end. She doesn’t moan too loud, it’s more of an organic, softer moan, and when she’s close, her moans get louder. All of her telltale signs are there. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my fingers. Your pussy is sopping wet, my fingers are sliding in you so easily, cherry.”

He watches the skater's chest shake as a response to his words. Her body is always so receptive to his touch. She’s not afraid to show it either, she loves showing Harry just how she feels. Harry adores her for that. She always pumps his ego up everytime they have sex. She’s so reactive to everything he does.

Harry brushes his own clothed cock over her leg, needing some relief. She is so beautiful, Harry could cum by looking at her.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N chants. Harry notices her back starting to arch off the bed. Her legs tense around his body. Harry knows she’s going to cum, and she does too.

Harry increases the speed of his thrust. The three fingers buried inside her pussy begin to slip out of her warm walls, from the force of her impending orgasm.

“Give it to me.” Harry growls. The arousal on his fingers, slowly trickles down his hands, leaving a mess. Harry pushes in and out a few more times, before Y/N’s moans are loud and clear. He can feel the bite of her nails that are dug into the back of his neck. “Cum on my hand, baby. Make a mess for me.”

A few more thrusts, and Harry’s fingers slip out of her pussy, and he moves them up to her clit, and vigorously runs them over the bud. He watches her pussy clench, before she spills white, creamy, cum from her pussy, along with a gush of clear liquid. His fingers were harsh and didn’t let up. More cream dribbles out of her pussy, down her ass crease. Her legs tremble and jolt, in shock of her orgasm.

Harry slows down his movements, until he comes to a complete stop. He slips his cum covered fingers into his mouth, tasting his love. “Mmmm, so sweet, like you always are.” Harry twists his body to dig into her bedside table, and grabs a condom out of a box, which he put in there for whenever he was over at her place.

Harry shoves his boxers off his legs. His cock springs free with a bounce. The head of his cock is red, and angry. He’s starving to feel her. He opens the packet, and pulls out the slippery rubber. He lines the condom up to his tip, as he’s done many times before, and rolls it down the length of his cock.

He lines his cock up with her creamy entrance, and in one fluid thrust, he fills her up completely. Y/N chokes, and starts to sputter nonsense from the unexpected intrusion. “Jesus baby, my cocks already got you this dumb, and I only just pushed inside of you.” Harry clicks his tongue, and shakes his head.

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist. Everytime they fuck it feels cosmic. Their bodies meld to each other like a perfect puzzle. They know one another like the back of their hand. Harry was right about Y/N’s pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his length. Her pussy is firm around his cock, keeping a good squeeze.

He pounds into his love at a fervor pace. His hips swivel and roll into her. Y/N looks disheveled below him. Her edges are starting to frizz slightly, and her skin is glistening. Harry's face is no doubt flushed red, and the curls hanging over his forehead are starting to stick to his skin from how sweaty he’s becoming.

“This pussy is perfect, fuck!” Harry snaps his hip forward. His body now is up right, tugging one of Y/N’s legs to drape over his shoulder, whilst her other leg hangs loosely around his waist.

“You fuck me so good.” She croaks out. Her nails are gripping her blanket under her for dear life as Harry pumps himself in and out of her. Y/N’s breath hitches as Harry changes the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills her pussy up, stretching her walls. He drives into her at a violent pace. Harry’s balls hit Y/N’s ass with each thrust, causing her boobs to jump up and down.

Harry holds Y/N’s leg tight to his body. He stares down at his love as he slips a hand down between the two of them, giving her clit attention once again. Y/N body erupts in goosebumps. Her body is feeling warm and electric.

“No shit I fuck you good.” Harry spits, speeding up his pace. “Your body can’t stop shaking, baby. I know you’re getting close again.” Harry is pushing Y/N over the edge. She feels her pussy flutter, readying up for her incoming orgasm.

Harry is circling her clit in an addictive pattern. He applies just the right amount of pressure to make her quickly near her end. “You’re going to make me cum, H.” She warns him, making sure to jut out her bottom lip.

All of Harry’s blood rushes to his cock. Her innocent delivery of her filthy words does a number on Harry and his head. Harry grabs each of Y/N’s legs at the bend of her knee. He spreads her legs apart, and holds them in place. “Taking me so well. Your pussy’s perfect.”

Y/N belly is starting to feel full, and tight. The tips of her ears feel like they are on fire. She knows she is going to cum at any moment. “H, I’m really…fucking…close.” She rasps between thrusts. She’s spilling breathy moans from her mouth as Harry pounds into her.

Harry is starting to feel his own orgasm approaching. His muscles are tightening, his balls feel heavy, and his cock is starting to spasm inside of her.

Y/N squirms from her body feeling restless. Harry watches his lover, as she shuts her eyes, and throws her head back. Her back is starting to arch, and Harry can feel her walls slowly clenching around him. “H…” She warns in a whine.

“I know baby, fuck me too, let go, love, fucking cream all over me.” Only a few more thrusts, and the two lovers are cumming together. Harry throws his head back, tilting his face up to the ceiling. Y/N’s back fully, arches off the bed. Harry spills strings of his cum into the condom, while Y/N’s pussy convulsions and contracts around, no doubt leaking more cream.

Harry slows his thrust down, helping them ride out their orgasms. Once the two of them have both fully settled, Harry pulls out of her, and removes the condom from his length. He ties it in a knot, and makes his way over to her bathroom to throw the condom away. While in the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it before heading back out.

Y/N is laying on the bed. Her legs are straight out infront of her, and her hands are resting on her belly. “Open up.” Harry taps Y/N’s thigh to get her to spread her legs apart. She complies and does as he asks.

Y/N hisses, to which Harry leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of her thigh. “I know, love.” Harry murmurs, keeping his attention focused on what is in front of him.

“Hey, Harry?” He hears the skater call for him.

“What’s up baby?” He asks, folding, and setting the washcloth to the side. He crawls back onto the bed, and lays himself next to her, with his elbow propped up, and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

Y/N scoots her body to press herself close to Harry. Harry wraps an arm around her back, and cuddles her close. “You want to take a nap and then go to the skate park after with me?”

Harry smiles, already in love with the idea. “Yeah, sounds like a plan cherry.” The two of them quickly fall asleep after, holding each other close, never intending to let go.

[boatzandhoez]

Bruised Knees

In which it’s 1994, Harry is the star quarterback, and Y/N loves to skate. Somehow, they are in love with each other despite being opposites.

warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, smut

(6.6k+ words)

Y/N is into the skate scene. She loves going to her local skate park with her board Betty, and doing tricks up and down the ramps. She loves the way the wind slaps her in the face, and how free she feels on her board. She loves the sound of the wheels rolling against concrete, and how metal rings anytime she does a trick involving a ramp of some sort.

Y/N loves wearing baggy clothes, such as oversized jeans and hoodies. She loves her scuffed up Keds, Vans, and the Walkman she carries around with her like it’s a religion.

She loves her two friends Lucy and Matt, who are actually dating. She loves her father, who is fighting prostate cancer, and kicking ass if she has a say. If she isn’t at the skate park she’s at home ready for his beck and call.

Y/N sometimes struggles with admitting she loves her older brother, but she does to an extent. She used to not be able to stand him when he was the captain of the football team in high school. He’s long since graduated and now plays for some university. Y/N doesn’t know, nor does she care to be honest, where exactly it is that he attends.

One thing Y/N loves in this world more than anything is her flower boy, her bubba, her baby cakes, her boyfriend, Harry.

The funny thing about Harry that often throws people off is that he is the complete opposite of her. Most people assumed, or thought that Y/N would end up with a fellow skater, who wore oversized clothes like her, has some tattoos, and piercings, and always wears a beanie, Hell, even Y/N thought that was the case, but one night many many months ago, Y/N bumped into Harry at a party.

She knew of him because he was the current quarterback of the football team at her school, taking her brother's place once he graduated. He’s in the same grade as her as well, so they basically grew up together, but lived two different lives, which pushed them to never really interact despite being in school together for so long. He complimented her outfit, which then she complimented his. From there they struck up a conversation, and ended up going somewhere private to talk for a solid hour before they eventually ended up hooking up.

That one time hookup turned into frequent hookups, which turned into a relationship that has stood the test of time, and all the doubt that surrounded them.

Y/N is currently laying in her room. Her father is over at his girlfriend's house for a few days to give them privacy to spend alone time with each other.

Y/N’s mother and father got a divorce when Y/N’s father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She hates her mother for leaving her father during a time of need. Her father was becoming too sick for her mother to handle, so she decided to up and leave her father. That’s one reason why Y/N struggles to love her brother. She can’t forgive her brother for taking their mothers side, and living with her. Y/N’s mother is the one person in her life she knows she’ll never have love for again.

Y/N is flipping through a magazine listening to the Beatles, which is one of Y/N’s hidden favorites. Only Harry knows her love for the old icons.

Speaking of Harry, Y/N hears a six tap pattern bang onto her window. Y/N smiles and quickly stands up, knowing for a fact that the pattern is known by one person and one person only, her lover boy.

She shuffles in her oversized jeans and tank top pairing over to her window. She opens the window, allowing her cute little bean that she calls her boyfriend into her room.

“Hi, love.” Harry flings his arms around his girl, and picks her up, spinning her around.

“Hi, baby cakes.” She gives him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry smiles so big his teeth show, which makes Y/N’s insides warm in a swarm of butterflies.

“I missed you.” Harry pouts, still holding his girl close to his body. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Y/N giggles, digging her face into his neck. She peppers a few kisses. “Baby it’s only been like three hours since we saw each other.”

“That’s far too long.” Harry replies seriously, no if ands or buts in his tone. Y/N loves how much he openly expresses how obsessed he is about her. It makes her obsession with him feel valid.

“Come lay with me, baby cakes. I want to snuggle.” Y/N requests, which Harry quickly agrees to.

Harry signals for Y/N to jump up and wrap her legs around him, which she does. He walks the two of them over to her bed, and falls back onto the mattress.

Y/N yelps, at what should be the expected action, but she can’t lie, it catches her off guard every time he does it.

Harry manages to pull her comforter from under the two of them, and tuck them under its warmth. Harry turns and drapes his legs over Y/N’s hip sighing in contemptment.

Harry basks in his lover’s presence. Harry can’t believe he found someone so perfect. He never expected her out of all people to come into his life, and stir up a storm.

Harry is the quarterback of the football team at his high school. He made varsity his freshman year, which is really hard to do, but Harry found a love for the sport at a young age, and has been playing his heart out ever since.

Harry knew who Y/N was because she was the little sister of his football captain from his freshman and sophomore year. He never paid much attention to her his first two years of high school, or at all really, but that is expected when you run in completely different crowds. Plus, Y/N’s brother never was really enthusiastic whenever he mentioned his sister, which was already a rare topic to bring up.

Harry was a bit of a playboy, getting action here and there. He hasn’t slept with a lot of girls, but he’s slept with good a few from his school which is enough to cause drama.

Y/N came out of nowhere, he saw her at a party, and for some reason that night out of all the nights his focus couldn’t leave her. His obsessive need to gaze at her turned into him getting the balls to go up to her and striking a conversation with the skater. He didn’t know what to talk about, but by a miracle they fell into conversation so easily it almost felt natural. What Harry wasn’t expecting that night was to hook up with the said girl he was talking to, but boy oh boy, did hooking up with her alter his brain chemistry in such a drastic way.

He became highly addicted to her that night, and since then his addiction hasn’t faded, in fact Harry would say it’s only grown.

“You’re so warm.” Harry slurs, smacking his lips together as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into his girlfriend's soft, plushy chest. Harry pets his hand over her hair, and notices a very different texture from the last time he touched it. He opens his eyes and stares in awe at his girl's new do. Her normal, shoulder length 4a texture black curls are now styled in box braids. The part Harry loves the most about her hairstyle is the piece of red threaded into some braids to add a pop of color. Harry’s tummy swirls at the little detail of her adding his favorite color into her hair. “Oh wow! Cherry baby, your hair looks beautiful!”

Harry is sincere with his words. He loves any time she gets a protective style. She always looks so pretty, and Harry loves the little confident boosts she gets with the change. She just glows a little extra with a fresh look, and Harry can’t help but to love it.

“You like?” Y/N runs her hands over her braids. She always loves how enthusiastic her man is whenever she changes her hair. He makes her feel pretty, which is a word she used to never really associate herself with.

“You know I do.” Harry pinches her smiling cheek, and pecs her lips. “You always look so pretty, no matter what, even when you hair is natural, and you have been too lazy to do it, so it all over the place because it’s so big and beautiful and wild, and you insistently call yourself a lion even though I think it’s ridiculous, you still look fucking pretty.”

Y/N doesn’t fight off the smile widening to a sickening width. She felt such a rush from his sweet words. He always knows exactly what to say to make her feel loved. “You’re the best, you know that?” Y/N says as she slings her body onto his more.

“I sure do, and you’re even better.” He says in a low whisper as he stretches his head forward, and kisses her jaw. “You’re all that and a bag of chip babe.”

“Don’t ride my dick too hard now baby cakes.” Y/N teases him. Harry scoffs, and looks at her almost offended. She giggles at her boyfriend’s silly face. He’s trying to look mad, but to her, he looks adorable.

“Don’t act like you don’t like when I ride your dick hard.” Harry playfully slaps Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s jaw drops, and she narrows her eyes in staring her boyfriend down, in a split second she grabs the stuffed red teddy bear Harry won her at the fair from behind her, and swings it over, hitting Harry right in the head.

Now it’s Harry who has his jaw dropped in shock. Harry lightly pushes her off of him, and quickly stands up from the bed. “You really want to go there, cherry?” Harry raises his brow in a challenging manner.

“Always.” She smirks. They both quickly arm themselves with a pillow. Their eyes are locked on each other, carefully watching the others movements, ready for the perfect time to attack.

They take slow steps in a circle. Both of them are slightly hunched over. Their senses are on high alert, both not wanting to miss a single movement or sound. Y/N’s heart is rapidly beating from anticipation, she’s awaiting whatever is to come.

Harry takes initiative, and starts to round her bed slowly. Y/N takes a step back, but lifts her pillow in position, ready at any moment to swing. Harry does the same, watching his girl for any attack she might try to make. One thing Harry loves about Y/N is how fiesty, and playful she is. She’s not afraid to get into a wrestling match with him, and go all out or to get her hands dirty, and do things that are deemed unladylike.

Harry nears her, and at the same time, the two lovers swing their pillows at each other, clashing them together. They both breakout in laughter as they hit each other with pillows repeatedly.

Y/N manages to get a hit in on the side of Harry’s head, at the same time Harry hits her in the side by her ribs. Y/N stumbles slightly at how powerful Harry’s hit was. Harry is naturally heavy handed from playing football his whole life. Even when he is trying to be gentle, there is still power behind his swings.

Y/N doesn’t mind at all, she is obsessed with how heavy handed he is. He always grabs her body so tight when they have sex, that there are sometimes indents. She loves staring at them whenever she gets the pleasure of having them littered all over her body. She loves how he takes control, basically manhandling her when they have sex.

Y/N twists her body so now the back of her legs are now facing the bed. The two of them are still attacking each other with their pillows. Another step back, and Y/N is tumbling backwards with a yelp. She shoots her hands down to catch herself. She falls with a bounce as she lets out a grunt. Harry takes the opportunity to jump on top, and straddle her waist. He is lightly hitting her with the pillow, and she is doing her best to defend herself from the hits.

They are stuck in a laughing fit, which oftentimes they find themselves in. They both know how to get the other one to laugh so effortlessly.

Harry has now stopped hitting her, and is now leaning forward to bury his head into her neck as he laughs. He gets a whiff of her familiar scent that drives him wild. Cocoa butter and vanilla has quickly become one of his favorite scents.

He’s even gone as far as to buy some candles that smell similar, which he lights in his room every night like a love sick fool.

Harry’s just properly obsessed with the skater. He loves her rich deep chocolate skin that’s always smooth, even when it’s littered in scrapes and bruises it’s still supple and soft.

He loves her caring eyes, and radiant smile that shoots volts of love up straight to his heart, making it speed up.

God, he’s in love.

“Fuck…baby cakes, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N struggles to say between her laughs. She’s trying her best to regain her composure since the laughs are now cramping up her stomach, causing a sharp pain to spread every time she giggles.

Harry rolls off of her, and plops down flat on the bed. The pair slowly calm down from their laughing fit. “Fuck, that was good.” Harry sighs out once he has fully settled.

“Sure was.” Y/N smiles, blindly reaching out to lace her fingers with her love. They both love physical touch. There is something about the heat of their skins so close together that makes them feel so full and whole. Sometimes a touch for them speaks more volume than words. It’s an unspoken action that tells them they are there for each other, no matter what.

Harry pulls the skater towards him. He grabs her chin softly, and twists her face to look at him dead in the eyes.

Harry leans forward, and teasingly brushes his lips over hers. The quick action shifts the entire aura of the room. The once playful environment is now ten degrees hotter, bubbling with lust.

Y/N chases Harry’s lips, and kisses him in a slow, heated frenzy. They moan into each other's mouths. Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and licks up the length of her tongue as their mouths connect.

Y/N’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. She lets out a strong puff of air through her nose, as she feels herself becoming worked up. “Baby.” Y/N can’t help but gasp as the back of her neck starts to feel warm. Her skin is becoming more alert and sensitive. Her hand which is still laced with his is starting to feel prickly.

Harry hums, satisfied by her gasp of pleasure. Harry loves making Y/N feel good. He loves spending his time in her room between her thighs, licking her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. Sometimes if he’s feeling especially ravenous, he’ll bring her to multiple orgasms just by his mouth.

He loves her pussy. It’s so soft and pretty. Harry never understands when his teammates talk about how pussy’s are confusing, and sometimes annoying to navigate.

Harry thinks if guys just took a few seconds to find the clit when they have sex, then he’s sure they would have less of a struggle.

Harry untangles his fingers with his girl, and grabs each side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to lift one of her legs up to straddle Harry’s lap.

As soon as her knees meet the bed, she puts all her weight on them. Instantly, Y/N breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck!” Y/N hisses in pain rolling off of Harry, back onto the side.

“What’s wrong?” Harry is quick to sit up to help assess the problem.

“My knees, I forgot I bruised them doing a trick last night at the park. Fuck, they hurt.” She explains, but ends up giggling at how silly she sounds. Harry joins in with her as well.

One guaranteed thing about Y/N is that most of the time she has bruised knees. She gets them from falling off her board. It’s not that Y/N is a bad skater and can’t stay on her board for the life of her because that is completely false. Y/N is a very daring person who loves to try out new tricks all the time. Trying out new things leads to injuries because she doesn’t know the best way to execute the trick yet.

No matter how many times Y/N falls, she gets back up and tries again until she can do it completely on her own, and have it practically mastered.

Harry adores it, and has been blessed with plenty of front row seats to Y/N in the zone, trying out a new trick, and he has seen her wipe out plenty of times. His heart sinks each time his love falls and gets hurt, but he knows she’s strong, and will be okay in the end.

“Awe, are you okay cherry baby?” Harry asks half seriously, half teasingly. He begins to crawl over her. His hands are planted on either side of his head. The cross necklace he wears on the daily dangling over her face which has her clenching her legs.

“Yes, I'm fine.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m annoyed though.” Y/N mumbles crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wanted to ride you, but my stupid fucking bruises got in the way…...again.” She pouts. Harry can’t stop the smile spreading on his face.

Y/N likes being on top sometimes. She loves bouncing on top of him as her boobs jump up and down with her movements. She loves looking down and seeing Harry’s face engrossed in her. She especially loves when Harry smacks her ass, demanding her to ride him faster. That’s fucking hot. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t happen that often because she always has some type of bruise on her knees.

“Love, just accept that you’re my pillow princess.” Harry wiggles his brows. “You know I love making you feel good too, don’t deny it.”

“I know you do.” Y/N sighs. “Don’t worry, I love it, but sometimes baby cakes, I just wanna ride you.”

“And don’t worry.” Harry leans down to kiss her forehead. “Your bruises will stop being so tender, and then you can, and I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Harry are very comfortable with each other. While talking about sex so casually might be weird for some people, it’s just how it is for the pair. They are never afraid to express their desires or simply just talk about it.

Y/N grins, and hooks her finger around her chain, and pulls him down. “Come here.” She purrs and connects their lips together.

Harry smiles into the kiss, and indulges in her plush lips. Y/N’s unoccupied hand runs down Harry’s chest, abs, stopping at the band of his sweats. Harry’s stomach twitches from her delicate touch. Harry feels his cock swelling in his boxers making him grow needy for his lover.

Harry grinds down against Y/N’s clothed pussy, and the two of them whimper at the same time. They always tend to be in sync with most things they do.

Y/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls him down to be closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to create a more heated friction between them.

Harry grunts into her mouth. He’s beginning to feel animalistic, primal, and hungry for his lover. She’s just so delectable it’s impossible to not become a mad man for her.

Harry can’t comprehend how he went so long without ever simply saying a word to her. She’s the dictionary definition of perfection, and Harry can’t help but feel smug that he got the best girl in the world to be his.

They continue to dry hump, and make out with each other. It’s always difficult for them to break away from kissing. Their lips just melt together into a perfect mix. Ruining it would just be borderline offensive.

Y/N’s hands scratch down Harry’s back, and up the sides of his torso. Her hands travel back down, and she tugs at the waistband of his pants.

“You want them off, love?” Harry mumbles against her lip. Y/N whimpers, and nods, desperate to have the constricting fabric out of the way.

Harry leans up on his hands, and works his pants down his legs. Y/N does the same with her jeans. She works the buckle of her black belt out of the loop, and undoes the buckle.

She pops the button on her pants, and hovers her body off the bed, under Harry as she kicks the fabric off of her legs. She quickly falls back down onto her bed with a squeak. Harry comes down, and latches his mouth onto her neck, and begins to nibble on her skin before sucking a red bruise on her skin.

“H, shit, you’re going to leave a mark.” Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s tattooed covered arm. She is extremely obsessed with the permanent pieces of art all over his body. He looks so hot when he fucks her brains out. She’s trying to convince him to get hand tattoos. If he got some hand tattoos, Y/N thinks she would faint from how sexy he would look.

She would want to be manhandled by him, she would want Harry to fully slut her out in the most vile ways possible. Fuck, Y/N wants that regardless, but Harry with a hand tattoo, chefs kiss in her mind.

Y/N sometimes thinks that people would be completely shocked if they knew what Y/N was like around her man. Most people see Y/N as a very dominant tomboy. Hell, some people were convinced Y/N was a lesbian, not saying she wouldn’t be opposed to eating pussy, but she loves dick, especially Harry’s.

Harry is a very dominant man, and Y/N is basically his pillow princess. At least that's what he calls her when he’s teasing her. Y/N secretly likes it because it’s true, she is his pillow princess, but she would never admit that to him.

“That’s the point.” Harry mumbles, settling his lips on a new part of her untouched neck. “Want you covered in my love bruises, don’t you want that cherry?” Fuck, the way he talks to her has her knees ready to fold at any moment.

Y/N pathetically nods her head. “Yes.” This man can make her fold at any given moment, it should be scary. Harry hums, and continues his attack on her neck. Y/N is becoming restless, she wants Harry to take her. She wants to feel the stretch of his cock pounding in and out of her as he calls her dirty names. She wants to be to feel her tits jiggle from how hard Harry will no doubt fuck her.

She wraps her legs around his waist again, and tries to pull him down. She needs some attention to her pussy now, or she’ll go crazy. “Please, H.”

Harry complies, and sinks his bulge into Y/N clothes pussy. She can feel how hard he is. She loves it. Y/N circles her hips to create a pattern of friction on her clit. “So desperate, love.” Harry tsks, as he bites down on her bottom lip, and pulls back, letting his teeth scrape along her skin.

“I want you.” She whines, her clit is starting to feel prickly from how turned on she’s becoming. Having her man so close yet so far is driving her mad. She claws for him to be closer to her. Harry smirks, latching his lips onto the underside of his girl's jaw, and giving it a soft suckle. Y/N nails dig into Harry’s arm as a chill spreads over her entire mouth and neck. Harry knows that spot is sensitive for her, and he loves feeling, seeing, and hearing her little reactions when he gives that spit attention.

“So sexy, love.” Harry purrs into her ears. He brushes her braids off her shoulder, so now they are splayed out on the bed. “Always so receptive to my touch. I’m obsessed.” Harry nips at her jaw, but never stops to suck on a patch. Y/N likes the quick little touches on her neck, over having Harry sit there a suck a hickey onto the expanse of her skin.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good hickey, but there is something about quick, sharp bites that has Y/N’s head stuck in a fog of need. “Just like that.” Y/N’s eyes fall shut, she focuses purely on the feeling of Harry on her body. His hands are smoothing up and down her sides, manhandling her skin.

“Baby loves when I bite her, yeah?” Harry bites particularly hard on Y/N’s sweet spot. Her back arches, and toes curl from the delicious sting wrapping around her neck. “Look at you, fucking dripping I bet.”

“Why don’t you check and see?” Y/N suggests in a single breath. She wants him to touch her so badly.

“You’d like that, huh? Me touching your aching pussy?” Harry teases his girl. He watches Y/N pout, and huff. She pretends to be annoyed or hate when he pulls at her heels a little, but in reality, her body shivers, and her pussy throbs when he talks to her like this. “Don’t pout.” Harry grips her jaw in one of his big, manly, strong hands. “You love it when I talk to you this way. The slut in you feeds off being berated.”

He’s right, so fucking right. She does love it, and that’s why she loves him because he knows her through and through. They were definitely made for each other. Y/N knows it’s the truth deep down in the pit of her soul. She feels the endless thread that attaches her heart to Harry’s. She knows he’s her forever, whether people like it or not.

“Touch me, please.” Y/N begs. Her cheeky red underwear which is still on is completely soaked. Harry smiles, and admires all the little nick marks decorating her neck. These marks will be gone by tomorrow, but Harry is more than satisfied with seeing them as they fuck.

“Awe.” Harry coos, blowing air into her ear. Y/N jolts in shock. Her ear tickles from the intrusion. “As you wish, my love.” Harry’s hand glides down, and grips Y/N’s underwear in his hand. He pulls the flimsy fabric down her legs, and throws them behind him, paying no mind to where they land.

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her lover's hand slides down her sticky slit, collecting a glob of her clear, stringy arousal, and circling it on the head of her clit. “H…baby.” Y/N brings one of her hands up to grip the back of Harry’s neck. Her legs already feel like jello, she quickly melting into a puddle. She subconsciously opens her legs wider, to give Harry more access to her pussy.

His fingers slip down to her entrance, and push two fingers into her. Y/N’s head is thrown back, her mouth drops open and a chorus of moans spill from her mouth.

“I don’t even need to finger you baby. If I wanted to, I could slam my cock right into you, and your pussy would stretch immediately to fit me because your pussy was made for me.” Harry curls his fingers up, hitting the squishy little pad deep inside her.

Y/N’s legs tremble, her belly starts to feel full with butterflies. She rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. His words spark all her nerve endings. She can hear how sloppy and wet her pussy is. She already knows what Harry is trying to do, she knows it all too well.

“H!” Y/N gasps, she feels her walls tightening around Harry’s fingers. Her hips are rolling involuntarily as she rides the sensation from Harry’s attack.

Harry places his thumb onto the head of her clit, and begins to circle the sensitive numb. “Look at you love, already so close.” Harry leans down to smother Y/N’s lips with his own. He pries her mouth open with his tongue, and gives her body all the attention it can possibly receive.

Fingers in her pussy, his thumb giving attention to her clit, his other hand occupies itself, twisting her nipples into hard, irritated peaks. His mouth covering hers, tongues clashing together, moans forming into one. It’s all perfect in Y/N’s eyes. She doesn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not for a second.

Y/N is caught off guard when she feels Harry’s lips leave hers, and move to her knees. He presses his puckered lips into each of her knees. “Poor, baby, your knees really are bruised.” He peppers a few more kisses on each knee. Y/N breaks out into a gentle smile in the midst of her belly coiling into a tight knot. “Look at you, so pretty for me, always.” He strokes her cheek, and uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down. “You gonna cum for me, love?”

She moans, his finger continues to hit the spongy flesh, which is swelling up inside of her throbbing pussy, ready to burst at any given moment. His fingers are aggravating it, almost egging it on to explode. “Yes!” Y/N moans in a response. Her body is gearing up, ready for the moment when her orgasm is going to tip over.

Harry adds a third finger, and speeds up his thrusts. His arm is starting to cramp, but he refuses to stop. His love is so close, he knows her body like the back of his hand from how many times they’ve fucked over the course of their relationship.

Harry is well aware that when Y/N’s pussy starts to clamp down on his fingers, trying to force them to fall out, she is close to an orgasm. He loves to make his love cum as many times as her body can take it. Usually it’s two times. Once with either his fingers, or Harry’s personal favorite is mouth, and then one from his cock.

He loves how her breathing changes as she’s approaching the end. She doesn’t moan too loud, it’s more of an organic, softer moan, and when she’s close, her moans get louder. All of her telltale signs are there. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my fingers. Your pussy is sopping wet, my fingers are sliding in you so easily, cherry.”

He watches the skater's chest shake as a response to his words. Her body is always so receptive to his touch. She’s not afraid to show it either, she loves showing Harry just how she feels. Harry adores her for that. She always pumps his ego up everytime they have sex. She’s so reactive to everything he does.

Harry brushes his own clothed cock over her leg, needing some relief. She is so beautiful, Harry could cum by looking at her.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N chants. Harry notices her back starting to arch off the bed. Her legs tense around his body. Harry knows she’s going to cum, and she does too.

Harry increases the speed of his thrust. The three fingers buried inside her pussy begin to slip out of her warm walls, from the force of her impending orgasm.

“Give it to me.” Harry growls. The arousal on his fingers, slowly trickles down his hands, leaving a mess. Harry pushes in and out a few more times, before Y/N’s moans are loud and clear. He can feel the bite of her nails that are dug into the back of his neck. “Cum on my hand, baby. Make a mess for me.”

A few more thrusts, and Harry’s fingers slip out of her pussy, and he moves them up to her clit, and vigorously runs them over the bud. He watches her pussy clench, before she spills white, creamy, cum from her pussy, along with a gush of clear liquid. His fingers were harsh and didn’t let up. More cream dribbles out of her pussy, down her ass crease. Her legs tremble and jolt, in shock of her orgasm.

Harry slows down his movements, until he comes to a complete stop. He slips his cum covered fingers into his mouth, tasting his love. “Mmmm, so sweet, like you always are.” Harry twists his body to dig into her bedside table, and grabs a condom out of a box, which he put in there for whenever he was over at her place.

Harry shoves his boxers off his legs. His cock springs free with a bounce. The head of his cock is red, and angry. He’s starving to feel her. He opens the packet, and pulls out the slippery rubber. He lines the condom up to his tip, as he’s done many times before, and rolls it down the length of his cock.

He lines his cock up with her creamy entrance, and in one fluid thrust, he fills her up completely. Y/N chokes, and starts to sputter nonsense from the unexpected intrusion. “Jesus baby, my cocks already got you this dumb, and I only just pushed inside of you.” Harry clicks his tongue, and shakes his head.

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist. Everytime they fuck it feels cosmic. Their bodies meld to each other like a perfect puzzle. They know one another like the back of their hand. Harry was right about Y/N’s pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his length. Her pussy is firm around his cock, keeping a good squeeze.

He pounds into his love at a fervor pace. His hips swivel and roll into her. Y/N looks disheveled below him. Her edges are starting to frizz slightly, and her skin is glistening. Harry's face is no doubt flushed red, and the curls hanging over his forehead are starting to stick to his skin from how sweaty he’s becoming.

“This pussy is perfect, fuck!” Harry snaps his hip forward. His body now is up right, tugging one of Y/N’s legs to drape over his shoulder, whilst her other leg hangs loosely around his waist.

“You fuck me so good.” She croaks out. Her nails are gripping her blanket under her for dear life as Harry pumps himself in and out of her. Y/N’s breath hitches as Harry changes the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills her pussy up, stretching her walls. He drives into her at a violent pace. Harry’s balls hit Y/N’s ass with each thrust, causing her boobs to jump up and down.

Harry holds Y/N’s leg tight to his body. He stares down at his love as he slips a hand down between the two of them, giving her clit attention once again. Y/N body erupts in goosebumps. Her body is feeling warm and electric.

“No shit I fuck you good.” Harry spits, speeding up his pace. “Your body can’t stop shaking, baby. I know you’re getting close again.” Harry is pushing Y/N over the edge. She feels her pussy flutter, readying up for her incoming orgasm.

Harry is circling her clit in an addictive pattern. He applies just the right amount of pressure to make her quickly near her end. “You’re going to make me cum, H.” She warns him, making sure to jut out her bottom lip.

All of Harry’s blood rushes to his cock. Her innocent delivery of her filthy words does a number on Harry and his head. Harry grabs each of Y/N’s legs at the bend of her knee. He spreads her legs apart, and holds them in place. “Taking me so well. Your pussy’s perfect.”

Y/N belly is starting to feel full, and tight. The tips of her ears feel like they are on fire. She knows she is going to cum at any moment. “H, I’m really…fucking…close.” She rasps between thrusts. She’s spilling breathy moans from her mouth as Harry pounds into her.

Harry is starting to feel his own orgasm approaching. His muscles are tightening, his balls feel heavy, and his cock is starting to spasm inside of her.

Y/N squirms from her body feeling restless. Harry watches his lover, as she shuts her eyes, and throws her head back. Her back is starting to arch, and Harry can feel her walls slowly clenching around him. “H…” She warns in a whine.

“I know baby, fuck me too, let go, love, fucking cream all over me.” Only a few more thrusts, and the two lovers are cumming together. Harry throws his head back, tilting his face up to the ceiling. Y/N’s back fully, arches off the bed. Harry spills strings of his cum into the condom, while Y/N’s pussy convulsions and contracts around, no doubt leaking more cream.

Harry slows his thrust down, helping them ride out their orgasms. Once the two of them have both fully settled, Harry pulls out of her, and removes the condom from his length. He ties it in a knot, and makes his way over to her bathroom to throw the condom away. While in the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it before heading back out.

Y/N is laying on the bed. Her legs are straight out infront of her, and her hands are resting on her belly. “Open up.” Harry taps Y/N’s thigh to get her to spread her legs apart. She complies and does as he asks.

Y/N hisses, to which Harry leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of her thigh. “I know, love.” Harry murmurs, keeping his attention focused on what is in front of him.

“Hey, Harry?” He hears the skater call for him.

“What’s up baby?” He asks, folding, and setting the washcloth to the side. He crawls back onto the bed, and lays himself next to her, with his elbow propped up, and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

Y/N scoots her body to press herself close to Harry. Harry wraps an arm around her back, and cuddles her close. “You want to take a nap and then go to the skate park after with me?”

Harry smiles, already in love with the idea. “Yeah, sounds like a plan cherry.” The two of them quickly fall asleep after, holding each other close, never intending to let go.

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Caught My Attention

In which Y/N wants Harry’s attention, but he’s too engrossed in his homework, so Y/N finds the perfect way to get him to take a break

warnings: smut

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Harry and Y/N have been going out for about a week now. They have yet to make it public at school, or told any of their friends because they want to enjoy the first part of their new found relationship together by themselves.

They don’t want any opinions, any looks, any talk. They want none of it for right now at least. If Y/N is being honest, she is more than okay going public but still keep their relationship to themselves in a sense, but she knows Harry is an adorable nervous ball, and it would have been way too soon to go public right away.

That hasn’t stopped Y/N from seeing her man every single day without fail. Y/N has invited Harry over to her house every single day after school.

Some days they spend only an hour together so their friends don’t become suspicious, and other days they spend nearly 12 hours together getting to know one another.

Y/N is obsessed with Harry. He’s not only cute, but extremely smart. Harry explained to Y/N that he has tourette’s, and that’s why he stutters so much the very first time they hung out. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t weirded out by his stutter, so he felt telling her why he has one right away was the right thing to do.

She didn’t pay much mind to his revelation. She shrugged her shoulders and went on to talk about her favorite stores to shop at.

She disregarded Harry’s words almost in a way, and that made Harry feel…happy. She’s the first person to not make a big deal, or make fun of his disorder. She treats him like he’s normal, and he loves it.

She has yet to be over at his house, but she doesn’t mind, Harry says that his house is much smaller than hers and has less privacy for them.

Y/N doesn’t mind smaller, she wished the house she lived in was smaller. It was hard for Y/N to grow up basically alone in a big house.

Y/N has an older brother who is fourteen years older than her. He moved out when he was eighteen to university, and then began his life after. He left Y/N behind. It hurts to say that she doesn’t really know her big brother all that much.

With all of that being said, Y/N is obsessed with having Harry up in her room. He look so fucking cute sitting in her plush pink bedspread. Y/N is definitely one of those light pink, baby blue, lavender, pale yellow, kinds of girls.

She would say aesthetically she lives the princess kind of life. She loves everything: skirts, flowy dresses, pleated tops, wide pants, and matching sets, Y/N loves a good matching set. Think of going to brunch dressed slightly extra. That’s Y/N.

Y/N loves how easily Harry has become a part of her routine, he’s still a shy nervous ball, but he’s definitely showing a side to him she knows nobody gets to see, and that makes her feel smug.

Harry is very open to doing things with Y/N such as painting her nails, doing face masks, letting her clean up his eyebrows to perfection, letting Y/N do a fashion show for him, watching chick flicks, especially The Notebook, letting her teach him how to do different hairstyle on her hair, and many other little thing that feel like a dream.

Y/N is equally receptive of the things Harry says or wants to do like talk about his favorite cartoons, or the tv show friends, play video games on his PS4 he brings with him to hook up to her tv, she listens to him talk about something he finds fascinating, or tell her a story from history. Y/N has learned Harry is really into History.

He’s like an archive of endless facts. Harry can give her facts from any random time in History in a fully flushed out story. Y/N can’t help but to stare up at him almost lovingly when he shares something with her.

She is crazy about him, there's no doubt in her mind about that. She can only think about him, when she’s with her friends all she wants to do is gush about the curly hair boy. When she hears Conner or anyone else run their mouths about him, she feels her fist clench, and feels a dire need to punch the living shit out of whoever was talking shit about her man.

Y/N has always been a very protective person. People can say whatever they want about her, and it won’t bother her one bit, but as soon as someone does something to hurt a person she cares about, even if it’s only a little, she’ll go ballistic, ready to destroy the suspect.

It’s been driving her mad, not being able to do anything about the relentless torture that her angel baby goes through. She knows one day she’ll pop, she knows deep down she won’t be able to hold back for long, and when that time comes, whoever is on the other side better pray for their life that they live to see another day.

Y/N and Harry are currently lounging in her room. Y/N’s back is pressed into an array of fluffy white, and blush pink pillows. She has her phone in hand, scrolling through her instagram feed. Her legs are draped over the back of Harry’s legs. Harry is laying belly down, horizontally to her. He is propped up on his elbows, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, working on the last of his homework for the week. Well, more so getting all of his Monday homework done so he doesn’t have to stress about it over the weekend.

It’s Friday, in the evening. The sun is slowly setting. Harry had arrived at her house maybe a half hour ago. They haven’t spoken much yet, Harry went straight into working on his last bit of homework.

Y/N grows bored scrolling through her phone. She huffs and sets it aside. She crosses her arms over her chest, and raises a brow up at Harry. He doesn’t see her. She pouts wanting some attention from her boyfriend.

Harry pays no mind to her sulking on the side as he is too focused on the material below him. Y/N squints her eyes, sizing him up. Usually her pouting will get her exactly what she wants with no questions asked, so how is it possible that Harry ignored…her?”

That’s one way to humble a person

Y/N realizes quickly that if she wants to have her angel baby’s attention she’s going to need to up her game. An idea pops in her head, and she knows exactly what to do.

Y/N removes her legs from on top of Harry’s, and crawls over to him. She leans down, and presses her lips to the back of his ear once she is close enough to him. Harry’s breath hitches immediately, and Y/N knew her plan was working.

“Darling.” Harry gasps, he immediately stops working on his maths and freezes from the tenderness of the queen bee’s lips. Harry still cannot wrap his head around the fact that he is dating the queen bee, and how every guy wants her, but she wants him.

Harry has never felt more special in his life. Usually he feels like the background character in every aspect of his life, but Y/N sure knows how to make him feel like a cherished star. He’s enamored by everything about her, from her silly little facts, hobbies, to serious topics.

If Harry had long hair, he’d probably twirl it thinking about her. She’s just so fascinating, and nothing like he expected. Especially the fierce side. He’s never heard someone so casually say ‘I want to beat their teeth into their skull’. She says that every time she tells him about something she heard from someone who was speaking rudely about him.

Y/N’s lips, send a zip of tingles down Harry’s spine. His mouth is bone dry, unprepared for the delicious attack. His brain scrambles from bliss. “W-w-what are y-you doing?”

“Nothing.” Y/N drags out her words as she continues to pepper kisses all over Harry’s neck and cheek. “I just want some attention from you. Pay attention to me.” She puffs out her lower lips, to hopefully break him into giving her what she wants.

“I—I.” Harry doesn’t know what to say. Usually he would be insistent on completing his homework, but right now, he is finding it difficult to deny her when she looks like a kicked puppy. “M–m—my h-homework.” Harry points down at the paper below him.

“Can’t it wait baby?” Y/N presses him on. She just wants some lovin’ even if it’s in the form of cuddling and watching a short episode of a tv show. “You need a break, baby. You’ve been at it for a while now.” She’s hoping her words will sway him into doing as she’s asked.

“I…I don’t k–know?” Harry is wary. He’s never done anything like this before. Normally, he will cram through his homework in one sitting. Sure, it strains his head a bit at times, but it’s worth it in the end when it’s all done and Harry can just breathe. “I’m almost done, just like—like t-th—thirty more minutes.”

Y/N grabs her boyfriend's face in her hands, and holds it in a tight grip, forcing him to look her dead in the eyes. “Angel, you need a break.” She watches Harry’s cheeks warm to a rosy shade of strawberry pink. She’s loved how her nickname for him makes him react. She knows he loves it, whether he does yet, or not. “It’s okay to let your brain rest for a little, and what better way than to do that with me!”

“Let m–m–me finish, and then I-–I will give y–you a–a–a–all the attention.” Harry’s nerves are spiking, not from fear of how she would react from his persistent denial, but more nervous on how each time she keep pressing on, and saying something else, he gets closer, and closer to saying fuck the homework, and put all of his attention on his girlfriend.

Y/N feels her fists starting to clench. Y/N has definitely met her match when it comes to getting what she wants, when she wants it. She’s never met anyone who would dare fight her on a request even for a second, but that’s why she just likes Harry so much. He’s not afraid no matter how fearful he may look. He’s standing up for himself, even to her, and that’s admirable, but right now it’s fucking annoying.

Now, she is thinking of a change of course. How does she get Harry to do what she wants without having to continue this back and forth game they are playing right now? Harry is staring at her, clearly waiting for her next words. She glances down at his lips, and can’t help but to ogle at how yummy they look…and that’s when her idea pops in her head.

If she wants his attention, she’s going to have to get it the hard way.

She scoots closer to him, their noses bumping into each other. Harry is thrown off, confused on what exactly she is trying to do. She leans in and presses her lips to his. Harry’s eyes widen, but he quickly reciprocates.

Harry has learned many things about the queen bee this past week. He’s learned she loves the scent of lavender over roses even though she loves the color pink. He’s learned she has a healthy addiction to sunglasses. Her collection is insane. He’s learned she likes doing self care activities almost every night. He’s learned a lot, but the one that sticks out the most, and maybe because it is secretly his favorite. Y/N loves to kiss.

Every time he comes over, they make out. If they only have an hour, they spend at least fifteen minutes sitting there loving all up on each other's lips. If they have a lot of time, like today, they will have multiple make out sessions. Harry doesn’t mind kissing her one bit, actually it’s honestly one of his favorite things to do period.

The tenderness, and care she bleeds into each kiss they’ve ever shared warms his belly up like he just drank hot soup on a chilly winter day. The kiss gives him a wave of trembles from how pleasurable it is to make out with her. He especially loves when she slips her tongue into his mouth, and rubs hers all over his sloppily, creating little strings of slobber from their clumsiness.

Harry’s eyes shut, and he becomes focused on keeping up with the queen bee’s ambush. He didn’t expect her to do this, but he should have known better. There’s nothing else he can do but immerse himself in the gratification. Her pillow soft, puffy lips, moves over Harry’s with such ease, and dominance. She places both her hands on either shoulder, and pushes Harry down flat on his back.

Harry gasps as his back suddenly meets the comforter below him. He feels the queen bee’s body shift, and straddles himself over his waist, sitting right on top of his growing bulge. The queen bee leans forwards and lays her chest flat against his, the bottom of her ass is now barely grazing the top of his hard on. Her movements make Harry whimper from how sensitive he feels.

Harry’s had sex before, it was one time when he was fifteen, away at camp, there was a girl there that he thought was pretty, and she was smart too. She noticed that Harry had a small crush on her, and decided to use that to get to know him. Harry didn’t know the girl back then at camp harbored the same crush on him. Harry really doesn’t see just how beautiful he is. There is no denying that Harry is a work of handcrafted art. Harry and the girl would sneak around per her request to kiss and feel the thrill of being horny teenagers sneaking around when they aren’t supposed to be out. One day she wanted to have sex, and Harry couldn’t find it in him to say no. They ended up doing it, and Harry quickly found out that he was very sensitive.

The girl liked sneaking around and giving him blow jobs. Her favorite thing was to force him to cum twice, just with her mouth. It was easy for Harry since he gets worked up so easily. Harry will say though he’s never been this sensitive before. One little touch from the queen bee has Harry fighting for his life to stop his legs from shaking.

They haven’t done anything more than kissing, maybe dry humping here and there, but they keep it PG-13 for the most part. The queen bee tilts her head to the side, to press her lips deeper into Harry’s. His hands flung up, and gripped her back in surprise. His neck is being stretched, as he is being dominated over with the kiss.

The queen bee slips her tongue into his mouth, and seals their lips together, taking a moment to twirl, glide, and rub her tongue all over his. She rolls her hips once it becomes more heated. She’s moaning, which has Harry bucking his hips up without even registering what he was doing.

Y/N’s eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. Feeling Harry’s hard, thick cock under her slick clothed pussy is making her feel deranged. His thrust up caused her to squeeze her legs around his hip. She didn’t expect the kiss to get heated like this, but Y/N isn’t mad at it whatsoever. Y/N tests the waters again, and rolls over his bulge. Harry whines into her mouth, and she swallows it along with all of the kisses.

Her lips are beginning to feel numb, like when you put on a plumping lip gloss, or you eat something spicy and it gets all over your lips. She’s kissing Harry so hard, she wouldn’t be surprised if she were to have purple splotches all over her lips after they are done. She feels Harry’s legs tremble under hers. She’s noticed this every time they have made out. Usually they aren’t in this very position. Normally Harry’s back is leaning against her headboard, and she is straddling his waist.

She wonders if Harry will let her do anything to him. The kiss is working her up, but not in the way where she wants to receive pleasure. No, she’s worked up in the way where she is antsy to give her angel all of the attention in the world, and show him what it's like to have passionate pleasure. Y/N plays with Harry’s tongue more. Her hips start to pick up a pattern of rolling in a fluid motion. Her speed increases quickly as her mind can’t stop thinking about doing something to Harry.

Y/N knows what she wants, she wants Harry’s cock down her throat. She wants to feel the weight of his cock on her jaw. She wants slobber to drip from her mouth. She wants tears to pour out of her eyes. She wants her mouth to feel sore, and in pain. She wants to gag, having to force her mouth open, just to be able to take him. She wants to struggle to breathe from a violent pace. Y/N wants her mouth to be completely and consensually violated by her boyfriend's cock.

Y/N pulls away from the makeout session. “Can I suck your cock.” Y/N asks, not even waiting to catch her breath. She wants it, and she wants it now, only if Harry wants to of course.

“W-w-what?” Harry’s mind feels hazy. One second they were intensely making out, and the next she’s asking a question, which Harry isn’t sure if he hallucinated her asking or not. One thing Harry will say however, is that he feels his cock becoming tighter in his pants.

“Can I suck your cock?” Y/N restates her question with a much clearer voice, oozing with confidence. Harry’s cheeks warms up from the question. He can’t believe what he's hearing, but she is his girlfriend, he just didn’t think she wanted that so early on.

“You w-w-want t–to suck my c—c–c-cock?” Harry stutters out. He’s caught so off guard that his usual minimal stuttering when he is around her is gone, and normal Harry around strangers is out right now.

Y/N nods her head. “Yeah, I want to. Do you want me to H? I would love to do it.” She wants him to say yes, but she also wants him to be one hundred and ten percent sure that he wants to be intimate with Y/N like that.

Harry runs her words through his brain a few times to make sure he really heard what she just said correctly. Once he registers that he did, the red of his cheeks explode all over his entire face. Harry’s belly feels hot and gooey like liquid fudge. Harry can’t lie and say he doesn’t want to because while he might be nervous for her to see him like this, he also wants to experience this with her. “Okay.” Harry nods his head.

A smile reaches Y/N’s face. “Okay as in yes?” She lifts a single brow up, giving him a questioning stare. He’s curious what she’s trying to do here. He thought she would understand what he meant right away, and by the look on her face he assumes she does. Harry doesn’t say anything right away, he blinks staring up at her.

It soon dawns on Harry that she is waiting for him to say something. “Okay as in yes.” He repeats her words, but saying it as a statement rather than a question. Harry might be slightly nervous, but the way his cock is solid as a rock in his pants is a clear sign that he wants it more than anything.

Y/N smirks, and slides off his waist. She pats the bed behind her, telling him to lean his back against the headboard. Harry shuffles around, and gets cozy in the vast array of pillows behind him. Y/N crawls towards Harry slowly. She’s currently wearing a tight fitting white long sleeve crop top, and a pair of baby pink biker shorts. She also has on a pair of white Nike check socks.

Y/N settles herself on her knees, and leans forward. She pops open the button of Harry’s pants, and slowly pulls the zipper down. She grips the waistband of his pants, and tugs downwards, sliding them off his legs. Harry lifts his butt to help the queen bee take his pants off.

Harry feels an instant wave of insecurity once his pants are off leaving him in just his boxers. Harry feels like his legs are too skinny, and he looks wimpy. He has no muscles really defining his body at all. He’s more skin and bone. What if Y/N finds if ugly, and regrets becoming his girlfriend.

“Harry, what's wrong?” The queen bee asks, concern written all across her face. Harry didn’t realize the queen bee had noticed that Harry was inside his head. Instead of lying, and brushing it off like usual, he decides to voice his insecurities.

“D-d-don’t y-you think I l–l–look silly?” He asks, fiddling with his thumbs, looking down at his lap as he anxiously awaits her response.

“What do you mean silly?” The queen bee’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Harry wasn’t sure what she was confused about, he thinks it’s pretty obvious what he is alluding to.

“My l-legs, th–they look s—s–silly. They’re skin-ny, p-p-pale, and w-w–we-weak.” Harry scratches at his skin to distract himself from all the anxiety he’s feeling.

Y/N doesn’t say anything. She thinks her boyfriend is absolutely crazy for saying all of that nonsense, but instead of simply telling him that she decides to do something else to kick everything up a notch.

Y/N pulls down her biker shots, and throws them on the ground. She’s left in a white thong that looks unbelievably beautiful on her. Harry is starstruck by the sight in front of him, but also caught completely off guard. “If you have to show an insecurity of, then I’ll show mine. My thighs are thick, and rub together, I have subtle hip dips, stretch marks and I’m more of a chubby body type. I couldn't wear low-rise pants if I was going to go crazy with eating because when I do, my stomach bloats a lot.” Y/N laughs as she rambles on.

A smile creeps onto Harry’s face. He feels his heart beat faster in his chest, just like every other time she’s made him feel special. She has this way of reassuring him that makes his whole world feel at ease. No one has been able to get Harry out of his head, and make him feel secure so quickly before, but Y/N so selflessly is patient to show Harry that he is an amazing person.

“You’re beautiful Y/N.” Is all Harry can muster up to say in response.

“You’re beautiful Harry.” Y/N says back leaning in, and pecking his lips. “Now that we have that out the way, can I suck your cock now?” Y/N pleads kissing the curve of his neck.

“P-please.” Harry begs in a whine. Y/N quickly pulls on Harry’s boxers, removing the last piece of fabric that is confining his cock. His long thick hard cock springs free, and stands tall against Harry’s belly. Pre cum dribbles down his red, needy length. Y/N’s jaw drops slightly at how beautiful his cock is. Y/N would have never guessed that Harry was this big. Harry is definitely the biggest she’s ever seen, and the biggest she’s about to take down her mouth.

Y/N wraps her manicured hand around his length. She applies pressure, squeezing her hand which has Harry jolting from the overwhelming sensitivity. “You’re so big.” Y/N purs, swiping her thumb over Harry bright red, irritated tip. Harry hisses, kissing his lips to his teeth. Y/N uses his pre cum to lubricate his length. Once his cock is slick, she starts to pump her hand up and down in a torturously slow pace. “How did I get so lucky?”

Harry is shocked by the queen bee’s words. She thinks she’s lucky to be with him. This makes Harry’s chest tingle, and his belly to slosh around with glee. Harry finds it funny because he thinks he’s the lucky one to be her.

Harry pinches his eyes shut and throws his head back. Harry feels a burn starting to form in his lower back. His balls are starting to feel heavy, and ache. He’s so sensitive that even at a pace that should prevent someone from cumming is doing the complete opposite. Any attention given to his cock usually sparks an incoming orgasm.

The queen bee picks up her pace. Harry loves how soft and delicate her hand feels. He loves how it’s gentle, but moving with hunger. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his whiny moans. The last and only girl he’s ever been sexual with told him that his constant moans and whining is a bit of a turn off.

“Baby, look at me.” He hears the queen bee demand in a quiet and sweet tone. Harry lifts his head back up, and opens his eyes. He’s looking at her through a cloud of water forming in his eyes. His body is starting to become hot. His neck especially feels like it’s on fire, and the heat is trickling up to his ears. “I can tell you’re holding back your moans. Let them out, I want to hear you.”

Harry’s head tilts to the side. His face contorts into pleasure, as he silently moans as the queen bee palm circles over Harry’s tip. His stomach clenches, and knots. “D-don’t you think y-you’ll be a–a–annoyed by my moans?” Harry pants out his question. Insecurity filling his body head to toe.

The queen bee shuffles closer to Harry. So close that their lips are brushing over each other. “Do you seriously believe that I would find your moans annoying?” She questions him, her voice firm, standing her ground. Harry hesitantly nods his head. The queen bee's grip on his cock tightens. “That’s the dumbest thing you have ever thought of in your life. I want to hear them, baby. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. So I’m going to go down on you, and I want your eyes on me, moaning whenever you need to, okay?”

Harry nods his head again, but the queen bee gives him a pointed look, narrowing her eyes into slits. “Y-yes, I unders-stand.” Harry corrects himself, leaving the queen bee pleased. She leans forward, and molds her lips to his. She gives him tender kisses as she strokes him up, and down, twisting her wrist, and applying pressure at the perfect time.

Her lips kiss down Harry’s cheek, nipping his jaw, and stopping to suck a little spot on his neck right under his ear. She gives him smooches down the expanse of his neck, before pulling off, and shuffling back on her knees. She lays her chest down so it’s flushed to her mattress. Her ass is arched up in the air, giving something for Harry to drool at. She tucks her hair behind her ears and hovers her lips over his sticky tip.

Y/N isn’t lying when she says she’s in awe of Harry’s cock. She truly never in her life has been graced with such a big cock. Y/N has hooked up with a good handful of people since she was sixteen. She’s eighteen now, and has never had a boyfriend because no man has ever captured her attention in the slightest past some good old fashioned sex. Y/N definitely has her skeletons in her closet with some of her hookups. The age range of men she’s let fuck her has been very diverse. She’s hasn’t fucked a crazy amount of people, but it’s more than what can fit on her two hands, only by a little.

So out of all the boys and men she’s fucked, not a single one of them were as big or as thick as Harry’s. Y/N legs instantly felt slippery. Her pussy got so wet from looking at his cock for the first time. It only got worse, once whatever insecurity Harry has about letting go and moaning freely, she became so turned on. He’s so whiny. He doesn’t grunt like a dominant wild animal, he whimpers, softly like an elegant swan you want to praise.

She can tell from being with him every day that Harry has more of a feminine energy around him. He doesn’t bleed testosterone and top dog macho energy, he bleeds willow trees blowing in the wind, a pond reflecting sunlight making it sparkle, soft grass that you want to dance bare feet on, and tiny flower petals suck in the strands of your hair. That’s Harry. He’s not afraid to let Y/N do what is seen as girly things to him. He welcomes it, and oftentimes will ask to try on her. One time Y/N wanted to practice winged eyeliner, so she asked Harry to be her canvas. After fifteen minutes of the two of them giggling as she tried new styles on him, he asked if he could do it on her. Her belly filled with butterflies at how willing he was to do things that she liked, and try for himself. No man has ever done that for her before, and that’s why Harry is her boyfriend and not anyone else.

Y/N can’t wait any longer. She collects saliva in her mouth, and spits directly onto Harry’s tip. She goes right for it, sticking her tongue out, and giving his slit a slobbery lick. Harry hisses and whimpers from her one little lick. She feels his legs tremble slightly under her. She peers up, connecting instantly with his sparkly green eyes that she dreams about in her slumber. “You’re a sensitive thing, aren’t you?”

Harry shamelessly nods, not giving a fuck if he looks desperate or not. Y/N grins, and goes back down, giving his slit another lick. She keeps her eyes connected with his as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. Her mouth is already stretched to the point she can feel the pull in her lips. She lowers her mouth, flattening her tongue along the length of his cock. She uses her hand to work the exposed part of his length.

Harry moans, as she pulls up, and goes back down. His eyes struggle to stay on the queen bee’s but looking at her makes the feeling of satisfaction stronger. His back is already burning, and he feels a clamp deep in his tummy. He’s only gotten head from one other person, but he’s confident in thinking that Y/N is the best person he’s ever gotten, and will ever get head from. He was ready to burst from the first lick. She has him enchanted completely under her spell.

Each time the queen bee pulls up, she takes more of his length into her mouth as she goes back down. He hears the queen bee moan, and the vibration sends a shock wave up Harry’s spine. His hands move on their own flying into the queen bee’s hair, and gripping the hair at her root tightly for some leverage.

“Y/N, oh my God!” Harry yelps as he feels the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. His mouth hangs open, as an airy warmth fills his stomach, and the pinch becomes tighter. The queen’s bee’s hand that was around his length is replaced by her mouth. He hears her gag as she takes his entire length into her mouth. He feels a hand squeeze his balls, causing a whimper to fall from his mouth.

The queen bee’s head bobs up and down. She swallows every time his cock hits the back of her throat. Drool coats Harry’s and the queen bee’s mouth. Gags and gurgles fill Harry’s ears. The queen bee’s eyes are flowing with tears from the constant irritation to her gag reflex. His legs are starting to become prickly. The muscles contract and lock in place getting ready for his incoming orgasm.

Y/N can feel Harry’s cock twitching in her throat. His breathing is heavier, and whimpers fall from his mouth like a broken record. She loves how hard he is gripping her hair. It makes her want to slide her thong to the side, and slip Harry’s dick right into her needy pussy.

That’s for another time

Y/N nipples rub against the fabric of her shirt. She gags from Harry’s cock which is buried deep in mouth. She stops, and sucks, running her tongue along all of his veins. Her tears drip onto Harry’s v-line. Harry’s body is shaking, his cock is twitching, and sweat is starting to bead up by his hairline. She knows good and well that her angel is going to cum soon.

“Y/N I-I’m not going to—to last!” Harry warns with a pant. His body is so hot, that his shirt is starting to stick to his back. The burn at the base of his back is spreading to his thighs, and trickling down his legs. “I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Y/N goes up and down three more times, before shoving her head all the way down, her nose digging into the trimmed hairs right above his cock.

His cock is so big and so deep in her throat that it is curved, nearly touching her esophagus to fit all the way in her mouth. She swallows, and with that Harry lets out one loud whine before ropes of warm, gooey cum shoots into her mouth and coats the wall in her throat. She moans at the feeling of his cum dripping down to her belly slowly. He doesn’t stop either, he keeps dumping his cum into her mouth. He doesn't stop panting, whining, or whimpering the whole time.

Harry is seeing stars by the time he has fully ridden out his orgasm, and is beginning to soften in her mouth. He feels the queen bee pull up and off. His mind feels shuffled and slurred. His head feels light, his brain is hazy. He feels lips press into his cheek, but Harry is so far gone from the orgasm he just experienced that he’s not sure if he imagined it, or if she’s really kissing him.

His haze is cleared when he feels her lips pressing against his, giving him gentle smooches. He feels Y/N gently tuck him back into his boxers as she continues to give him kisses even if he’s too out of his head to reciprocate them.

Y/N gives him one last sloppy kiss before pulling away, and petting her hand through his mop of curls. “Now you can get back to studying.”

[boatzandhoez]

i’m reading your story on wattpad, honestly i can’t put it down, the plot is INCREDIBLE, you are such a talented writer! 💘

Thank you it means the world <3 my book is definitely my baby I’m working on the next chapter, trying to get it out soon!!!

[boatzandhoez]

i’ve loved your nerd harry writing, have you planned on writing other parts? 💕

Yesss I definitely do, life has kinda just been hectic and finding time to write is nearly impossible with chow busy I am, but there will def be more soon hopefully!

[boatzandhoez]

you’re doing so good I love all of your writing I can’t wait for more!! :)

Stopppp this warms my heart!!! I’m working on some stuff right now, but if you want to read more of my writing I have a full length book im writing on Wattpad!

My username is boatzandhoez and the book called D A M A G E D :)

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NERD!HARRY X POPULAR!Y/N

MASTER LIST

Order: oldest to newest

Caught My Eye

In which, Y/N is the queen bee of school, and quiet, nerdy boy, Harry, happens to catch her eye.

Caught in My Trap

In which Y/N runs into the boy who has caught her eye, and she couldn’t be more excited. With a sprinkle of jealousy, and a nervous Harry.

Caught My Heart

In which Harry runs into Y/N in the most unlikely place, and feelings get revealed

Caught My Attention*

In which Y/N wants Harry’s attention, but he’s too engrossed in his homework, so Y/N finds the perfect way to get him to take a break

[boatzandhoez]

YOUNGER!HARRY X OLDER!Y/N

MASTER LIST

Order: oldest to newest

Can’t Help It*

In which Harry is a college student interning at a business investment corporation where Miss Y/L/N is his extremely attractive older boss.

[boatzandhoez]

pls make a masterlist I can't scroll far enough on mobile to read all ur stuff 😭

I got you! I’ll work on it once I’m off work :)

Update: here she is xxx

[boatzandhoez]

do you have a fic masterlist? love your writing xx

Not yet I’m going go make one soon!!! I only have four writings out rn so that’s why I haven’t felt the need to make one yet :) send me so requests and different ideas for any trope even requests for the one shots I already put out!!!

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Caught My Heart

In which Harry runs into Y/N in the most unlikely place, and feelings get revealed.

warnings: angst, fluff

Part 3 to this one shot xxx

(2.8k+ words)

Harry feels like an awful person.

No, he knows he is an awful person.

Ever since the day in the kitchen, when he was alone with the queen bee, Harry has done everything in his power to ignore her.

Harry doesn’t wave back when she waves at him, Harry turns the other way anytime it looks like she’s coming towards him, he pretends to not hear her when she tries to get his attention, and he has ignored every text she’s sent.

The reason being, he’s terrified. Why does someone so perfect and pretty want someone so…battered?

Harry has noticed as the weeks have gone by her attempts have lessened until this week where she has completely stopped trying to get his attention at all.

Harry ended up slipping into a bit of a small depression. It’s stupid to be so upset over the fact that she no longer cares about him because he was putting nothing out in return, but Harry can’t help the sting the burns in his chest nonstop.

It’s just one thing Harry can’t comprehend, can’t solve, can’t figure out. It’s driving him up the walls. Why does he intrigue the queen bee? What did Harry do?

As far as he knows, he’s not special whatsoever.

Harry’s friends have even noticed that Harry’s been feeling a little blue, but they don’t know what about, and he will never tell them.

One thing Harry can’t comprehend more than the queen bee is now he ended up at a party. He was practically dragged here by Liam, because he promised his sister he would go to the next party she went to with her.

They are pretty close even though they run in different crowds. Liam loved Josie with his heart, but Liam also couldn’t bear to go to a party alone, so he forced Niall, Zayn, Louis and Harry to go with him.

Harry was hesitant, instantly refusing to go, but Liam and the rest of the guys told him it was just one night and it’s okay to step out of his comfort zone sometimes.

One thing about Harry’s friends is they are good with their words, and after hearing some of their speeches, Harry agreed to go.

He’s wearing a Fleetwood Mac shirt, trousers and some black and white Converse. He was sitting on a couch with his arms crossed over his chest protecting himself from people falling on top of him.

Niall and Zayn are to the right of him talking up some girls. Harry is slightly scooted away, separating himself from their antics.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he stares out ahead, watching everyone have the time of their life’s while he’s stuck on a couch moping.

Harry hates parties.

That’s why he never goes to them. He finds no satisfaction in them so he doesn’t go. Plus, no one really likes him all that much so avoiding social settings with his fellow classmates is a must.

Harry is seated directly in front of the little dance floor, which is really a mosh pit of horny teenagers grinding on each other.

It grosses Harry out, but to each their own. As Harry is watching the dance floor his eyes float around, but immediately are stuck in place once he sees her.

She’s wearing a slightly flowy halter top, a mini skirt, and a pair of heeled boots. She looks amazing. What doesn’t look amazing however is the fact that her hand is clasped together with none other than Conner himself.

Harry felt his belly drop as he watched the sight in front of him. Y/N is looking at Conner with a mischievous look.

Y/N pulls him in and turns her back to his chest. That’s when the music slows into a slower more sensual beat. In that moment when the atmosphere shifted with the music, Harry’s and Y/N’s eyes connected.

Harry feels all the nerves in his body spike as her majestic stare bores into his nervous one.

She looks him up and down, and locks her stare on his. She leans back into Conner and begins to roll her hips into him.

Conner grips Y/N’s hips in his hands and meets her rolls. There’s a satisfied grin on his face that makes Harry ill.

Y/N doesn’t break eye contact with him. The back of Harry’s ears feel like they are on fire. Harry has no clue what to feel at this moment.

This is the first time since she had him alone in the kitchen that they are getting a good look at each other. Harry wants to cave into a void once again at this very moment. Her icy eyes are just so heavenly.

Harry’s fist subconsciously clenches as he continues to stare at the vomit worthy sight in front of him.

The queen bee looks like she’s in heaven being wrapped in Conner’s arms. They compliment each other incredibly too. That makes Harry nauseous, and it’s all his fault. Maybe if he didn’t ignore the queen bee she wouldn’t be in the arms of a boy who makes Harry’s life miserable.

And she knows it too. She saw first hand just a sliver of the torment Harry endured from those guys.

It’s a hard pill to swallow. Accepting the consequences of his action is hard, really fucking hard.

Harry watched as Conner's hands roamed Y/N’s body. His hands glide up her body starting from her hips. His hands push her stomach towards him so they are grinding harder on each other.

Y/N’s face lights up, and a smile stretches on her face at Conner’s actions all the while keeping her eye contact firm on Harry.

Harry wonders what it would be like to be Conner in this situation. What would it be like to have the queen bee be enchanted in a spell where she only wants him? He wonders what it would be like to know that the queen bee thinks of him before she goes to sleep at night.

He wonders, and he’ll never stop wondering because Harry fucked it up for himself, or maybe he didn’t. Maybe this is one big joke on Harry and he just can’t see it because the idea of someone wanting him in such a special way is blinding him.

The world continues on, people continue with conversations, blunts are continuing to be smoked, drinks are being drunk, but Harry is stuck in this moment. In their moment.

Harry is paralyzed watching the queen bee as she reaches behind her, and grips the back of Conner’s neck. It’s like he’s being tortured, this is his death sentence, his own personal hell.

Watching everything Harry wants be with someone else is the most heart wrenching pain to exist.

Harry doesn’t want to watch the scene in front of him anymore once he feels stupid tears well up in his eyes.

Harry’s just so tired of feeling so hopeless. He knows this time it’s his fault, but Harry can’t help the pity he feels for himself.

Maybe the reason Harry self sabotaged is because the pain is something familiar and everything about the queen bee is new, and the freaks the fuck out of Harry.

Harry finally snaps out of the trance he was put under, and shoots up from the couch.

“Are you okay mate?” He hears Niall ask him.

Harry gulps down on his dry throat, feeling the roughness of his skin. “Y-y-yeah j-just going to f-f-f-find a b-bathroom.” Harry squeaks out still staring at Y/N.

The smile that was once on her face is now turned into a pout. A look of what Harry deciphers as disappointment crosses her face.

Harry storms off heading straight for the stairs. He keeps his face locked with Y/N’s until she is out of sight.

Harry can barely breathe. He makes it to the stairs and grips the railing. He practically runs up the stairs. The second his shoe hits the top stair he stumbles over to a door and opens it.

By the miracle of God, Harry finds an empty room, he heads straight for the bed, and falls backwards on it. He starts to do a four count breathing exercise to try and calm him down some.

He closes his eyes, and focuses on the way his chest rises and falls. He tries not to think about what is happening downstairs.

Their probably looking into each others eyes all lovingly confessing their feelings for each other and living happily ever af—

“Why did you ignore me?” Harry nearly jumps ten feet in the air. He sits up so fast, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he stares at the queen bee who’s in front of him right now.

Her arms are crossed over her chest. She stares at him pointedly, which makes Harry’s skin shiver.

“I-I-I-I-I…uh.” Harry can’t get a word out. His ticks are out of control right now with how nervous he is.

“It hurts, you know? Being flat out ignored like that. If you don’t like me, I got the message loud and clear.” The queen bee shakes her head, staring down at her shoes.

Harry wants to say that he doesn’t not like her, he's just terrified of the what if. What if’s have always made Harry’s skin crawl in the most fear inducing way.

“N-n-no.” That’s all Harry could manage to tumble out of his mouth. Harry feels like he’s in a nightmare, this isn’t what he wants, he wants to make the queen bee happy not sad.

“No what, Harry?” Y/N pressed. Her foot began to tap the ground repeatedly. He can tell she’s irritated, upset, even hurt by him, but she’s the queen bee! Harry ignoring her shouldn’t even matter in her eyes. Harry should be nothing but a piece of dust on her shoulder.

The queen bee looked at him desperate for answers. Her eyes search his face, but Harry can hardly breathe right now, let alone speak.

Harry shifts his eyes down at his hands. Looking at her directly in the eyes is too much to handle at the moment.

He heard the queen bee sigh, almost annoyed but he didn't dare to look up. He’s too ashamed at the fact that he was too scared to talk to her, so instead he ignored her.

Harry feels weak and has always felt weak.

“You know Harry, I genuinely like you.” That catches Harry’s attention. He looks up at the queen bee, but her back is now to him. “There’s just something about you that drew me in. I wanted to get to know you Harry, I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you’ve made it clear to me that you don’t want me to do any of that, so I just wanted to know why? Why couldn’t you give me the decency of just telling me you aren’t interested in me in that way? I would’ve accepted it, you know? I can handle rejection.”

Her words ring over and over again in Harry’s mind. She likes him…she likes him! The queen bee likes Harry, and he fucked it all up, now she thinks he doesn’t like her.

He wants to tell her he likes her, he was just scared, but he can’t get a single word out.

Y/N stays silent, rocking on her heels. She’s giving him time to say something, anything!

He ignored all of her texts, and ran away from her any time she tried to talk to him in person, and that really fucking hurt her.

She’s never liked a guy like this to where she thinks of him day and night. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry is all she thinks about. His stupid curly hair, his stupid dimples, his stupid American girl doll teeth, and his stupid green eyes consumes her mind and drives her up the wall.

Even after he made it loud and clear he wants nothing to do with her, she still can't stop thinking of him.

She was caught off guard seeing Harry at the party tonight. Harry never goes to these things, so the fact that he was here made her heart skip a beat and sink all at the same time.

The past week she’s tried her best to forget about him. She stupidly hooked up with some random university guy on Wednesday because she was sad, still sulking about Harry, and felt lonely. The only thing she could think of was to comfort herself with another body.

It helped, but only during, not before, and certainly not after. If she’s completely honest, when the nameless dude was ramming into her in her bed, all she could think of was what if would look like, and feel like to have Harry being the one on top of her, giving her the loving she craves.

She ended up enjoying being fucked a lot better when she was thinking of the curly hair boy.

She patiently waits for him to respond. She feels vulnerable, exposed even, but why would she think Harry would suddenly confess feelings towards her when she puts on a show in front of him with Conner of all people.

Harry remains silent, and she takes the hint he isn’t going to say anything at all. She decides that instead of standing in the room looking like an idiot, she was going to leave and forget about the boy all together.

She walks towards the door, slowly hoping that Harry will say something, anything! He never does as she reaches the door. She feels tears start to pull from behind her eyes as her fingers grip the door handle.

Just as she pushes her hand down on the knob to open the door, and hand grip the back of her elbow. She is pulled backwards, and spun around.

Suddenly a pair of lips are on hers, and everything in her body melts as the most perfect pair of lips mesh with hers.

Her hands fly upwards, and knot into the back of his messy curls. Y/N smiles into the kiss. She props herself up on her toes to get a better angle.

Harry is breathing heavily, he is so nervous, but feels so content at the same time. He can’t believe he is kissing the queen bee right now!

It feels more incredible than he could have ever imagined, the kiss is everything, absolutely everything.

Harry breaks away from the kiss once he begins to lose his breath. He rests his forehead against Y/N’s and smiles.

“Whoa.” Harry breathes out, not a stutter in sight. He’s never felt more relaxed in his life before. This is a feeling Harry could easily get addicted to.

“Yeah, whoa.” The queen bee is equally just as giddy on the inside as Harry. This is everything to her, absolutely everything. This is the type of feeling she’s dreamed about since she was a kid.

This feels like the kiss of her prince charming. She’s already obsessed with him, and it was only their first kiss.

“I like you too.” Harry finally says the words that have been at the top of his tongue since her confession. “I-I’m just scared, what if…w-what if I’m too weird for you, or you get bored of me, or what if you find me ugly one day or-or—”

A pair of lips quickly cut Harry off from speaking. Y/N giggles as she pulls away, and gives him a little escimo kiss before pulling away to get a good look at his face.

Her arms are still wrapped around her boy's neck. “You caught my heart Harry, there’s no getting rid of me if that’s okay with you?”

Harry’s face lights up into the most childish light filled smile she has ever seen. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she? The way her heart pitter pattered at the grin was a strong tell sign.

“Y-yeah, that’s more than o-o-o-okay.” Harry nods his head feeling on top of the world. “Are y-you okay w-wi-with not getting rid o-o-of m-me?”

“More than okay angel baby.” She pecks his lips. “So…are you my boyfriend now?” She asks him so innocently.

Harry nearly chokes. She wants to be his girlfriend. Holy shit, what the actual fuck? Harry feels like he’s in a dream.

“Y-yeah.” Harry says shyly. “Are you my girlfriend n-n-now?”

Y/N leans in close, presses a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, I am your girlfriend.”

Harry and Y/N lock their lips together once again, and all that they both can think about is how their wish came true, Harry caught the heart of a princess, and Y/N caught the heart of a prince.

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Can’t Help It

In which Harry is a college student interning at a business investment corporation where Miss Y/L/N is his extremely attractive older boss.

warnings: age gap (8 years), smut (6k+ words)

Harry has never been more blessed in his life than he is right now. He felt like the luckiest person in the world landing this internship at a huge corporation that partners with business to help fund and support promising business ventures.

Harry isn’t interested in what the actual job is all that much, but the fact that he got an internship at all, especially at this place is impressive.

Students who attend and have attended his college always try to get an internship at this corporation, but nobody has ever been accepted to do an internship here.

Harry knew it was risky trying to land an internship at one of the biggest corporations in his town, but Harry has always been the type of guy who fully believes that life should be lived on the idea of you either go big or go home.

So one day, when Harry’s business 3203 class was told that each student must go out and find an internship for the semester for 50 percent of his final, he made up his mind that he was going to try to work at Frazier Corp.

Harry had his resume, and cover letter ready in hand as he marched into the building, asking if he could speak to someone about an internship position.

The lady at the front desk immediately shook her head no, telling him that it’s basically impossible to get one, and to just somewhere else.

The thing about Harry is he doesn’t give up. He demanded to at least be given a chance to speak to someone. Only then will he accept a denial.

By the miracle of heaven a lady had walked up to the desk.

“Is everything alright over here Mary?” The goddess of a woman asks.

Harry’s mouth instantly runs dry as he stares at the lady who is wearing a black suit with a tight black bodysuit under, stiletto pumps and her hair down in perfect place.

He blinks a few times trying to regain his composure. Harry hoans in on the conversation being had between the two women.

“Oh! Miss Y/L/N, hello I didn’t see you come in, how are you this morning.” The front desk lady, Mary is apparently her name, smiles up at the beauty.

“I’m doing fine, how are you?” Miss Y/L/N asks back out of courtesy. Harry can tell she didn’t really want to ask by the way her fingers, which are clasp together, tighten as she speaks.

“I’m doing fine this morning, thank you for asking.” Mary replies.

“Hmmm, so what is going on with this young man here? Is he bothering you?”

“Oh, um, well…he was asking about wanting to get an internship position here, but I told him that it’s best if he leaves!” Mary adds on for good measure.

The lady pivots on her toes and turns to face Harry. His breath is instantly stripped from his lungs as his eye connects with the pair that belongs to her.

She is beautiful, stunning, breathtakingly angelic. Harry is instantly in awe of her. His skin tingles like his limbs are going numb, and blood is rushing through them to revive their life.

Wow is all Harry can think as he looks at her. Miss Y/L/N is staring at him. Her sharp commanding eyes don’t move a hair from his.

She breaks the stare to turn her head over her shoulder to look at Mary. “Send him up to my office in fifteen minutes.”

With that said she walks off leaving both Harry and Mary stunned.

She interviewed him, and gave him the internship position the same day. Now, Harry comes into the building every Tuesday and Thursday to shadow an older lady named Jan.

He’s like her personal assistant, but Jan is amazing and often will show and explain things to Harry to educate him on basic workings that go on the inside.

Ever since that interview Harry hasn’t seen much of Miss Y/L/N. Harry to this day doesn’t know her first name, and he is itching to know.

Every time he sees her, she will glance at him and quickly look away. Harry has tried to say hi to her, but all of the times he has, she flat out ignored him.

Harry understands why he doesn’t see much of her because she is the head of his department. Miss Y/L/N is the daughter of

The CEO of the company, and Miss Y/L/N is the COO of the company, making her very important, and very busy.

What Harry doesn’t understand is why she is so cold to him. He can admit that she is not the warmest, most welcoming person in the world, but she certainly isn’t coldest. She greets everyone she sees, and makes sure to smile when she looks at them. People have said that it’s her goal for everyone to feel comfortable and safe with her in a position of power. She wants their trust, and has certainly earned it.

But with Harry, she was so cold.

No smiles, no greetings, and most certainly no formalities.

Harry is like a ghost to her, and he can’t lie. It stings a bit, especially since Harry thinks she is the most beautiful person on this earth.

Harry is twenty one, in his first semester of his senior year. He also knows that Miss Y/L/N is twenty nine.

He knows that he is probably too young for her to even think of ever wanting, but Harry can’t help but pine.

When he attends his hockey teams parties, he sometimes will take a girl to an empty room, and fuck them. As of lately, every girl he fucks, he can only picture Miss Y/L/N under him.

She’s fucking ruined him.

Harry is like a lost puppy desperate for her attention, but he has finally accepted after two months that he will never get it.

“Hey Harry, can you please deliver this document to Miss Y/L/N, she’s requested it.” Jan asks Harry, holding out an orange folder.

Harry feels a lump form in his throat. The thought of knocking on her office, and hand delivering a document to her is scary, Harry can’t lie. She’s just so damn intimidating.

“Y-yeah, I can do that for you.” Harry grabs the folder with shaky hands, and stands up from his little desk which is perched up next to Jan’s desk.

Harry smoothes his hands down his long sleeve button up shirt. He runs his hands through his messy mop of curls as he walks down the hall towards the big double doors leading to Miss Y/L/N’s office.

Harry takes calculated steps towards her office, and once he is in front of the door, he slowly raises his hand which is balled up in a fist and knocks on the door three times.

He nervously waits a whole five seconds before hearing a monotone ‘come in’ from the small little intercom on the side.

Harry grasps the door handle and opens the door. He only cracks it enough so that his body can fit through. He closes the door behind him and turns.

Miss Y/L/N is glued to her computer typing away, doing Lord knows what. Harry approaches her desk and clears his throat once he is standing in front of her.

Miss Y/L/N looks up from her computer. Her captive feline eyes capture him in a trance. “Mr. Styles, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Jan wanted me to deliver this to you.” Harry couldn’t help but stare at the beauty who was wearing a tight black dress, sheer black tights, and an oversized black suit jacket with black heeled boots that stopped at the top of her calves and hugged her legs tight.

“Oh…thank you.” She says so flat it was borderline rude.

Harry felt that one right in the gut. Why didn’t she like him? It was so frustrating he wanted to pull his hair out. What about him was so repulsive that she couldn’t give him the most basic form of kindness?

Harry looks down at the floor, his hand squeezing into a fist. This sucked. This sucked really fucking bad.

Harry won’t beat around the bush. He’s a people pleaser. He loves when people love him, so Miss Y/L/N being so rude to him just makes him sad.

What makes him sad the most is that he is still so infatuated with her no matter how many times she stabs him.

But something about looking at her, high in the sky, the skyline behind her making her look cinematic. He decided at that moment he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to ask why she didn’t like him.

“What did I do?” Harry finally lets out the words he’s been holding back for two months. She helped land him the internship, and now she can’t stand to look at him.

“Excuse me?” Miss Y/L/N’s brows furrow with a specific look assessing if she was being challenged.

Which she was

“What the fuck is so wrong with me that you feel the need to treat me like dog shit any time you seen me or are forced to interact with me? I just want to know what I did so I can have peace of mind! That’s all I ask.” Harry let out in one breath.

Miss Y/L/N stares at Harry, jaw dropped in complete shock. She can’t lie and say she expected this from Harry, but she didn’t.

Harry seems so non confrontational to her and it is so intriguing how he is becoming the boldest person alive questioning her of all people.

She doesn’t know what to say to him. She doesn’t know how to express her feelings.

She has been ice cold her whole life. She had a boyfriend in high school and one in college, but serious, long term relationships, where the four letter word that means ultimate commitment is involved, is something she refuses to participate in.

Yet, now she is questioning it, for a little while actually, and that scares her.

She continues to stare at him with her confident stare she has mastered and embodied. She doesn’t know what to say.

Her eyes can’t take to look into his sparkling soft green ones any longer, so she dips her eyes to his neck, that’s when she spots something that makes her blood boil.

A somewhat small purple bruise rests on the curve of his neck. Harry’s collar is slightly popped up giving Miss Y/L/N a clear view of the small hickey.

Miss Y/L/N feels her blood start to simmer as she stares at the small bruise. She wonders who the sloppy bimbo is that Harry allowed to suck on his neck.

She really shouldn’t say anything, but she doesn’t know what else to say.

“What’s on your neck?” Miss Y/L/N asks abruptly, not thinking twice about the words coming out of her mouth.

Harry blinks a few times, caught off guard by her question. “I’m sorry?”

“That little mark on your neck.” She wiggles her fingers, pointing to the bruise. “What is it?”

She knows exactly what it is, she just wants to see him squirm.

Harry feels his face heat up in embarrassment once it clicks in his brain what it is she is pointing out.

Harry remembers last night, inviting a cheerleader over to his room because he was lonely and couldn’t stop thinking of Miss Y/L/N in the suit she was wearing yesterday.

The cheerleader and him were making out, she started moving her kisses to his neck and Harry let her indulge because Harry loves getting his neck loved on.

There is only one person in particular that he desires to mark every inch of his neck to show him how much he means to her, but that will never happen, and Harry has accepted that.

Harry thought he covered the mark better, but he guesses he didn’t. “It’s a hickey.” Harry tells her truthfully, feeling no need to lie.

“Hmmm, and who gave you that hickey, Harry?” Miss Y/L/N fires back at him wanting answers.

“Some cheerleader who goes to my school. I play on the hockey team so she knows me.” Harry shrugs. He’s trying his best to act nonchalant about it as if he didn’t care, but in reality he is sweating on the inside, and shaking with nerves.

“Really?” She quips. “Did you like it? Did you like her lips on your neck?”

Harry’s mouth is bone dry at this point. Her question is throwing him off, and also turning him on at the same time.

“I…guess I did yeah.” Harry says hesitantly.

“You guess?” Miss Y/L/N almost scoffs at his statement. “What was wrong with her? Why isn’t she for sure a yes?”

Harry doesn’t know what to say. How does he respond to her question without embarrassing the absolute living fuck out of himself.

How does he tell her it wasn’t a definite yes because she wasn’t her? How, just how?

So Harry didn’t respond, he stood quiet staring at the intimidating beauty in front of him. A slow grin etched onto her face as she slowly stands up from her desk. Her manicured sleek French tip nails glided along the wood of the desk as she rounded the corner.

She approaches Harry slowly, her nails fall off the desk and hang by her side. Harry gulps feeling a little spooked by how powerful she looks right now.

Her heels click with every step she takes. It builds the ominous aura that is already surrounding the office.

Harry palms start to sweat, only a little, but still, Harry is nervous. Y/N’s nails drag up Harry's thigh, which in turn makes Harry twitch.

Miss Y/L/N can smell Harry’s fear, and she loves it, but she also doesn’t want him to be too intimidated by her.

“What's wrong Harry? Kitty kat got your tongue, hmmm?” She taunts in his ear at a low volume.

Harry doesn’t know what to say. She’s so sexy it’s insane. Harry would get on his knees for this woman if she asked him to.

“Come on Harry, confess your secrets to me.” Her cheek is touching his, he feels like that side of his face is having an allergic reaction from how many tingles he feels.

Harry throws caution to the wind, and speaks the truth. “It was not a definite yes because she wasn't you, and I wanted it to be you more than anything.”

There is a deafening silence that falls over the room. Harry feels his whole face heat up in absolute embarrassment.

Holy fuck why did he did that? Why did he just tell his boss he thinks of her sexually? He’s going to lose his internship! Harry has never felt more stupid in his life.

He wants to die, right at this very moment. His boss is totally going to fire him, all of his hockey teammates are going to laugh at him, and he’s going to fail his class.

Fuck, shit, fucking, fucker—

Harry's self deprecating thoughts are cut off when a soft, yet dominating pair of lips cover his own.

Harry is put under a spell as Miss Y/L/N moves her lips against his. Is this Harry’s climax of life? Is this the moment Harry’s been carving to have for forever?

It is

Miss Y/L/N takes a step closer, pressing their bodies into each other more. Miss Y/L/N sticks her tongue out wanting to be let into Harry’s mouth.

Harry moans as her tongue meets his. Harry’s moans trigger her own which makes the atmosphere hot and heavier.

Harry feels his confidence grow the longer they kiss because he can feel the older women grow more and more lost in the kiss.

Harry gains control of the kiss, leading the way their tongues danced on each other. Harry can feel himself growing hard against her dress.

Miss Y/L/N must feel it too because she starts to roll her hips into his bulge. Harry walks them backwards until the back of her legs hit her desk.

Miss Y/L/N sinks down, and sits on the desk tilting her head up. She is completely lost in the younger man, it’s almost unbelievable.

No other man that she has ever been with before Harry has gotten her this hot and heavy from just a kiss. She loves it, and that is exactly what she was afraid of.

Miss Y/L/N grips Harry’s collared shirt, and pulls him down towards her. Her lips pull away from his. She is panting heavily like a dog. Harry has completely stripped her breath away.

In the blink of an eye Miss Y/L/N latches her lips over Harry’s pre-existing hickey and begins to suck over the bruise.

“Fucking hell.” Harry groans, digging his nails into the desk to keep his balance steady. “You feel so fucking good, shiiiiit.”

Miss Y/L/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls his core to hers. She threads her nails into the nape of his neck for better leverage.

Harry is in the clouds right now. The way her lips are demanding, and strong as she sucks on his supple skin has him weak.

Miss Y/L/N is feeling hot and bothered. She feels so needy for him, it’s taking over her entire thought process.

She pops her lips off his neck, and looks at her masterpiece. His old hickey has been completely covered by hers, which makes her feel smug.

Harry quickly falls into her neck, which has her tilting her head to the side, allowing him more access. “No hickeys.” Miss Y/L/N tells him. It would be far too unprofessional to have the COO of the company walking around with a hickey given to her by her intern.

She rolls her hips into his bulge. Her pussy feels like it’s on fire. She can feel the small puddle of wet saturating her underwear from how turned on she is by the younger man.

“Fuck, Harry.” She breathes out, closing her eyes, further indulging in his skillful mouth. Harry’s lips trail down, and finds her sweet spot effortlessly. Miss Y/L/N lets out a moan that would normally be too loud, and would definitely have gotten them caught, but her office is sound proof.

She has a little intercom hooked up outside the room where she can talk to people to let them into her office. She is thankful at this very moment that she was adamant about installing the sound proof walls.

“Oh, God, fuck, Harry.” She whines, clawing her hands into the back of his shirt. “The—fuck, the reason I ignore you is because you’re fucking irresistible. I want you in a way a boss shouldn’t want only of their employees or interns. I tried to stay away, I tried.”

Her admission only throws Harry further into the deep end. He’s completely whipped for her, that's a fact. Hearing that she wants him too in the way he wants her is like winning the lottery, or seeing a shooting star.

“I want you so bad Harry, and that’s not…that’s not okay in a work setting, but fuck I want you.”

And she means it. Miss Y/L/N has always been attracted to Harry. Ever since she first saw him when he came into the building demanding to be interviewed for an internship.

Their company usually never lets people intern because it’s fast paced, and there is always something that needs to be done. Finding the time to train someone to show them the ropes, and also finding tasks to do that are appropriate for an intern is something nobody at the company has time for.

Yet, Miss Y/L/N didn’t hesitate giving Harry the position. She didn’t give it to him only because he was extremely handsome, which he is, but she can see how passionate Harry is about the things he wants, and that’s a quality she looks for any time she is hiring someone new. She couldn’t let Harry walk out of the building without the internship.

She couldn’t. Still she realized that she could never act on her attraction towards Harry, which was fucking impossible because one look at Harry and she was breaking out into a sweat. She avoided him the best she could, but she simply can’t help it anymore.

She needs him more than she needs air to breathe.

“I want you.” She whines into the air. Harry pulls away from her neck, and doesn’t waste another second.

He hooks his fingers around the band of her tights, and pulls them down to her knees. He bends down, and takes each boot off of her feet, and pulls her tights the rest of the way down.

Harry trails kisses starting from her ankle, up her leg. His kisses are sloppy, wet, and messy. She can feel the little dribbles of saliva he is leaving behind as the air hits them.

She shivers as Harry gets closer and closer to her pussy. She feels herself contract over nothing. He has her squirming in place desperate for his attention on her body.

“Please.” She begs, surprising herself. Miss Y/L/N isn’t a dominant person per say in bed, she likes to be controlled, but she likes her partners to work for it. She’s a brat in bed, plain and simple.

It’s shocking that Harry already has her begging to be touched, and all he’s done is take off her tights, and give her some kisses.

Harry flips a switch, he is ripping her underwear off of her body. She hears and feels the tear of the fabric which has her moaning like a slut.

Drool drips down the side of Harry’s mouth as he gets a good look at Miss Y/L/N’s bare pussy. It’s practically glowing from how wet she is, and that makes Harry feel animalistic almost.

He wants a taste

He needs a taste

“Please, let me eat you out.” Harry looks up at the older women with a puppy dog stare. She nearly melts on the table at how adorable and innocent he looks.

“God, please.” She spreads her legs wider, allowing Harry the room to shove his head between her thighs, which he does the second she opens them wide enough.

Harry licks a bold strip up her slit, collecting every drop of arousal he can. He slithers his hands up to her hips, and pulls her closer to his mouth.

Harry is fully on his knees, he can feel the ache from the hardwood floor, but the carpet underneath is adding extra protection which makes the ache bearable.

Miss Y/L/N is shaking from Harry’s skilled tongue. She’s been eaten out plenty of times before, but never has she been so lost in pleasure from someone’s mouth.

She’s only came a hand few of times from someone eating her out, but they usually have to add their hand to get her to actually cum.

Harry however, she is for certain can get her to cum just by him licking, and sucking at her clit.

“Fuck, Harry oh, mmmm.” Miss Y/L/N moans, falling off the deep end. She already can feel the recognizable buzzing of an orgasm. “Shit, you’re so fucking good.”

“You taste fucking incredible.” Harry mumbles into her pussy. The vibrations of his talking has her pinching her eyes shut in ecstasy.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum already, oh my God.” Miss Y/L/N falls back onto her elbows, her mouth hangs open as she stares at the younger man below her.

Harry must have felt her stare on him because as her orgasm grows stronger, Harry opens his own eyes and meets hers.

They get lost in one another’s eyes. They can already tell that this encounter they are having right now is far from the last.

Miss Y/L/N has never come so fast in her life, but Harry is sending her straight for her end, and she is loving every second of it.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you baby?” Harry devilishly asks as he feels her legs increasingly shake around his head.

Miss Y/L/N whimpers and nods her head. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to—”

“Cum baby, cum in my mouth.” Harry starts to suck her clit harder, with more fever.

Her belly starts to clench, the tingles rushing through her legs grow stronger. Her moans become a broken record, endless and loud.

Harry is soaking in every little shift of her body, and peeps of her voice. He’s obsessed already, that’s for sure.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna.” She is out of breath, her legs lock in place, and her whole body still. “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screams as her orgasms wash completely down her body.

Harry works his tongue faster than ever, making the effects of her orgasm last longer. Tears fall from her eyes at how intense her body is shaking. Looking into Harry’s eye only adds to the intensity of everything.

Soon enough her orgasm fully passes, and she can now feel how sensitive her clit is. She pushes Harry’s head away which was still licking at her, just more gentle than before.

“Too sensitive.” She practically whines. Her head feels so woozy from her orgasm, she’s having a hard time thinking.

Harry laughs as he wipes his mouth off. “You’re fucking delicious.” Harry states, shuffling forward, and latching his lips to hers.

Miss Y/L/N isn’t surprised how quickly the kiss heats up. While she has had her orgasm, she can still feel that Harry has very much not reached the same level of pleasure.

“Fuck me, now.” She demands against his mouth. She grabs his belt, and starts to hurriedly undo the buckle. She pops the button to his trousers, and pulls down the zipper once the belt is undone.

“Wait, fuck, I don’t have a…a condom.” Harry informs her. He is mentally beating himself up for not carrying one on him today.

“I don’t care, I’m on birth control.” She says, giving Harry another option. Of course if he isn’t comfortable with fucking her raw, she will be more than happy to get down on her knees, and suck his cock, but she really wants him to be inside of her.

“You want to take me raw?” Harry has stopped kissing her back. He backs away from her face to get a clear look at her.

“Yes, I want to. Do you want to?” She asks, biting the inside of her cheek.

“I would fucking love to, holy shit.” Harry beams. Miss Y/L/N shoves Harry boxers down, just under his ass. His hard cock springs free, her mouth starts to salivate.

His cock is huge. Miss Y/L/N has never seen such a big cock in her life. None of her other partners are nowhere near packing as much as Harry.

He’s going to ruin her, that for sure.

Harry grips the base of his cock, and slides his tip through her folds. The pair both moan at the same time. This is magnificent, perfect even.

The way their bodies react to each other is as if they are connected some way, somehow on a deeper level.

Harry positions himself right at her entrance. He slowly moves forward, and slides into her. They both scream out as their bodies connect for the first time.

Miss Y/L/N shoots forward, and digs her head into his neck. Harry continues to push in until he is fully inside of her.

Once he bottoms out, Miss Y/L/N wraps her arms around his back to bring him closer. Harry wraps his own arms around her and takes in the feel of her warm snug walls.

“Fucking hell, you feel so amazing baby.” Harry groans out. Miss Y/L/N circles her hips around his cock loving how much it is stretching her out.

It’s borderline painful, but she loves it. “Move, wreck me, fuck me, just move please.” She begs once again.

Harry pulls back until he is almost fully out of her. He snaps his hips forward, which causes Miss Y/L/N to choke.

He feels so foreign, almost like an illegal substance that she knows she shouldn’t take, but she can’t help herself because the high she feels is unmatched to any other feeling she’s ever felt.

Harry continues thrusting in and out, cursing into the air about how fucking amazing she is, and how good she feels.

Miss Y/L/N still has her head tucked in his neck. Her moans tickle his skin, but he doesn’t want her to move. The feel of her skin on his is addicting.

Miss Y/L/N is so lost in lust. Harry is hitting all the right stops. He’s hitting her so deep, every time he thrust back in, his cock hits her g-spot which is driving her insane.

She can’t believe it when she feels another orgasm start to build. She has never came from penetration alone. She almost always has to rub her clit, but with Harry’s magical dick, it’s almost unnecessary.

“I’m close, darling.” Harry pants, pulling her head out of his neck, and molding his lips with hers.

“Me too, Harry, don’t stop.” She whines. As if Harry could ever stop. He wants to be buried in her pussy all day and night. The way she is perfectly snug to him makes him think that she was made just for him.

Harry pounds into her fast, the desk starts to creek under them as he brings them closer to their ends.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” Harry’s hand wraps around her neck, and he tilts her head up to look at her.

Her soft Smokey winged liner is now all smudged. Her forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her pupils are blown out. She looks fucked, and there is no doubt in Harry’s mind that he looks the same.

He can tell Miss Y/L/N is about to cum by the way her walls are slowly tightening around his cock. Harry feels his cock twitch as his own legs start to burn with the build of his orgasm.

By some magic, Harry thrusts into her even faster. The sound of their skin slapping fills the room.

Harry can see Miss Y/L/N’s boobs jiggle up and down in her dress. Her suit jacket has slipped down her arms, and are now hanging on her elbows.

Harry could only imagine what she would look like fully naked under him, clawing at his bare back for leverage.

“Harry, please, I need to cum.” Miss Y/L/N was on edge. Her orgasm was creeping up, growing stronger by the second. She was trying her best to hold it back, but she is starting to find the task nearly impossible with the way he is pounding into her so perfectly.

Harry cock starts to twitch more. He can feel Miss Y/L/N pussy death gripping his cock. With a few more thrust, Harry’s orgasm tips over the edge.

“Cum baby! Fucking cum—shit, fuuuuuck.” Harry groans out, mouth hung open as his cock begins to twitch uncontrollably as he spurts hot sticky cum into the older woman's pussy.

“Harry!” Miss Y/L/N cries out as she cums all over Harry’s cock. A small amount of liquid gushes from her pussy, almost hitting Harry on his pants.

“Fucking shit, squirt for me baby.” Harry fucks them through both of their orgasms. Miss Y/L/N whimpers as she comes down from her high.

She feels tired, worn out to the bone.

Harry cradles her head as he pulls out. He kisses her temple to take away from the inevitable sting she is feeling right now.

Miss Y/L/N clings onto Harry, not ready to let him go yet. She’s never been so obsessed with a man the way she is with him right now.

“That was amazing.” Harry sighs, kissing the top of her head.

“It was.” Miss Y/L/N hums. She knows she has to clean herself off soon and get back to work, but she feels like she could stay like this with Harry forever.

“Alright.” Harry unwraps his arms from around her back. “You baby, must get back to work. No doubt Jan is wondering where I am. Don’t worry, I got it covered. I’m going to say you had a little impromptu meeting with me.”

Harry walks over to the private bathroom in her office, and comes out with a wet washcloth. She watches him in awe as he gets back down on his knees, and cleans her pussy for her.

He finds her tights on the floor, and slides them up her legs back over her bum. He sets her boots by her desk, knowing she still has to waddle over to the bathroom to pee.

Harry straightens himself out, pulling his boxers and slacks back up. Miss Y/L/N helps him re-loop his buckle.

They were now both decent, fully aware that their moment was over for now, but that doesn’t mean for the future.

“Was this a one time thing or do you want to do that over and over again as much as me?” Harry bluntly asks.

Miss Y/L/N slides her suit jacket back up her arms, and smoothes her hair back. “The ladder.” She says nonchalantly.

Harry can’t help but smile. He’s fucking estatic she’s on the same page as him. Harry is thanking whoever above for this miracle.

“Cool. Well, I’ll see you around baby.” Harry walks backwards, running into the door by mistake.

Miss Y/L/N laughs and shakes her head. “Bye Harry.”

“Bye.” Harry waves as he spins on his toes. “Oh, I have one question I wanted to ask before I leave.”

Miss Y/L/N crosses her right leg over her left and tilts her head. “Shoot.”

“What’s your real name…well like your first name.” Harry clarifies. “Everyone only knows you as Miss Y/L/N, and I was wondering what your first name is.”

Miss Y/L/N shakes her head. “You’re right Harry, I think I do have a lot of work to get back to. You should probably return, Jan must be worried sick. Also make sure to cover that hickey really well this time. Wouldn’t want anyone else seeing what a whore you are.” She fakes pouts.

Harry smirks, sucking on his teeth. “Fuck you.” Harry playfully puts up his middle finger as he opens the door to leave.

Just as Harry is almost fully out the door, Miss Y/L/N speaks up, which causes Harry to pause in place.

“Y/N.”

“What?” Harry whips his head back towards the office. Miss Y/L/N is now off the desk and heading towards her bathroom.

“Y/N.” She repeats again. “My name is Y/N.” With that said she walks into her bathroom and closes the door behind herself.

Harry is left in shock, she told him her name! Holy fuck! Harry was freaking out on the inside as he made his way back to his desk, and sat down with a childish grin.

“Oh my goodness, Harry I was worried sick.” Jan tuts as she stares at the lovesick boy. “Are you alright dear?”

Harry nods his head, all he can think about is Miss Y/L/N…well Y/N now, but only to Harry, no one else.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay.”

[boatzandhoez]

Can’t Help It

In which Harry is a college student interning at a business investment corporation where Miss Y/L/N is his extremely attractive older boss.

warnings: age gap (8 years), smut

(6k+ words)

Harry has never been more blessed in his life than he is right now. He felt like the luckiest person in the world landing this internship at a huge corporation that partners with business to help fund and support promising business ventures.

Harry isn’t interested in what the actual job is all that much, but the fact that he got an internship at all, especially at this place is impressive.

Students who attend and have attended his college always try to get an internship at this corporation, but nobody has ever been accepted to do an internship here.

Harry knew it was risky trying to land an internship at one of the biggest corporations in his town, but Harry has always been the type of guy who fully believes that life should be lived on the idea of you either go big or go home.

So one day, when Harry’s business 3203 class was told that each student must go out and find an internship for the semester for 50 percent of his final, he made up his mind that he was going to try to work at Frazier Corp.

Harry had his resume, and cover letter ready in hand as he marched into the building, asking if he could speak to someone about an internship position.

The lady at the front desk immediately shook her head no, telling him that it’s basically impossible to get one, and to just somewhere else.

The thing about Harry is he doesn’t give up. He demanded to at least be given a chance to speak to someone. Only then will he accept a denial.

By the miracle of heaven a lady had walked up to the desk.

“Is everything alright over here Mary?” The goddess of a woman asks.

Harry’s mouth instantly runs dry as he stares at the lady who is wearing a black suit with a tight black bodysuit under, stiletto pumps and her hair down in perfect place.

He blinks a few times trying to regain his composure. Harry hoans in on the conversation being had between the two women.

“Oh! Miss Y/L/N, hello I didn’t see you come in, how are you this morning.” The front desk lady, Mary is apparently her name, smiles up at the beauty.

“I’m doing fine, how are you?” Miss Y/L/N asks back out of courtesy. Harry can tell she didn’t really want to ask by the way her fingers, which are clasp together, tighten as she speaks.

“I’m doing fine this morning, thank you for asking.” Mary replies.

“Hmmm, so what is going on with this young man here? Is he bothering you?”

“Oh, um, well…he was asking about wanting to get an internship position here, but I told him that it’s best if he leaves!” Mary adds on for good measure.

The lady pivots on her toes and turns to face Harry. His breath is instantly stripped from his lungs as his eye connects with the pair that belongs to her.

She is beautiful, stunning, breathtakingly angelic. Harry is instantly in awe of her. His skin tingles like his limbs are going numb, and blood is rushing through them to revive their life.

Wow is all Harry can think as he looks at her. Miss Y/L/N is staring at him. Her sharp commanding eyes don’t move a hair from his.

She breaks the stare to turn her head over her shoulder to look at Mary. “Send him up to my office in fifteen minutes.”

With that said she walks off leaving both Harry and Mary stunned.

She interviewed him, and gave him the internship position the same day. Now, Harry comes into the building every Tuesday and Thursday to shadow an older lady named Jan.

He’s like her personal assistant, but Jan is amazing and often will show and explain things to Harry to educate him on basic workings that go on the inside.

Ever since that interview Harry hasn’t seen much of Miss Y/L/N. Harry to this day doesn’t know her first name, and he is itching to know.

Every time he sees her, she will glance at him and quickly look away. Harry has tried to say hi to her, but all of the times he has, she flat out ignored him.

Harry understands why he doesn’t see much of her because she is the head of his department. Miss Y/L/N is the daughter of

The CEO of the company, and Miss Y/L/N is the COO of the company, making her very important, and very busy.

What Harry doesn’t understand is why she is so cold to him. He can admit that she is not the warmest, most welcoming person in the world, but she certainly isn’t coldest. She greets everyone she sees, and makes sure to smile when she looks at them. People have said that it’s her goal for everyone to feel comfortable and safe with her in a position of power. She wants their trust, and has certainly earned it.

But with Harry, she was so cold.

No smiles, no greetings, and most certainly no formalities.

Harry is like a ghost to her, and he can’t lie. It stings a bit, especially since Harry thinks she is the most beautiful person on this earth.

Harry is twenty one, in his first semester of his senior year. He also knows that Miss Y/L/N is twenty nine.

He knows that he is probably too young for her to even think of ever wanting, but Harry can’t help but pine.

When he attends his hockey teams parties, he sometimes will take a girl to an empty room, and fuck them. As of lately, every girl he fucks, he can only picture Miss Y/L/N under him.

She’s fucking ruined him.

Harry is like a lost puppy desperate for her attention, but he has finally accepted after two months that he will never get it.

“Hey Harry, can you please deliver this document to Miss Y/L/N, she’s requested it.” Jan asks Harry, holding out an orange folder.

Harry feels a lump form in his throat. The thought of knocking on her office, and hand delivering a document to her is scary, Harry can’t lie. She’s just so damn intimidating.

“Y-yeah, I can do that for you.” Harry grabs the folder with shaky hands, and stands up from his little desk which is perched up next to Jan’s desk.

Harry smoothes his hands down his long sleeve button up shirt. He runs his hands through his messy mop of curls as he walks down the hall towards the big double doors leading to Miss Y/L/N’s office.

Harry takes calculated steps towards her office, and once he is in front of the door, he slowly raises his hand which is balled up in a fist and knocks on the door three times.

He nervously waits a whole five seconds before hearing a monotone ‘come in’ from the small little intercom on the side.

Harry grasps the door handle and opens the door. He only cracks it enough so that his body can fit through. He closes the door behind him and turns.

Miss Y/L/N is glued to her computer typing away, doing Lord knows what. Harry approaches her desk and clears his throat once he is standing in front of her.

Miss Y/L/N looks up from her computer. Her captive feline eyes capture him in a trance. “Mr. Styles, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Jan wanted me to deliver this to you.” Harry couldn’t help but stare at the beauty who was wearing a tight black dress, sheer black tights, and an oversized black suit jacket with black heeled boots that stopped at the top of her calves and hugged her legs tight.

“Oh…thank you.” She says so flat it was borderline rude.

Harry felt that one right in the gut. Why didn’t she like him? It was so frustrating he wanted to pull his hair out. What about him was so repulsive that she couldn’t give him the most basic form of kindness?

Harry looks down at the floor, his hand squeezing into a fist. This sucked. This sucked really fucking bad.

Harry won’t beat around the bush. He’s a people pleaser. He loves when people love him, so Miss Y/L/N being so rude to him just makes him sad.

What makes him sad the most is that he is still so infatuated with her no matter how many times she stabs him.

But something about looking at her, high in the sky, the skyline behind her making her look cinematic. He decided at that moment he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to ask why she didn’t like him.

“What did I do?” Harry finally lets out the words he’s been holding back for two months. She helped land him the internship, and now she can’t stand to look at him.

“Excuse me?” Miss Y/L/N’s brows furrow with a specific look assessing if she was being challenged.

Which she was

“What the fuck is so wrong with me that you feel the need to treat me like dog shit any time you seen me or are forced to interact with me? I just want to know what I did so I can have peace of mind! That’s all I ask.” Harry let out in one breath.

Miss Y/L/N stares at Harry, jaw dropped in complete shock. She can’t lie and say she expected this from Harry, but she didn’t.

Harry seems so non confrontational to her and it is so intriguing how he is becoming the boldest person alive questioning her of all people.

She doesn’t know what to say to him. She doesn’t know how to express her feelings.

She has been ice cold her whole life. She had a boyfriend in high school and one in college, but serious, long term relationships, where the four letter word that means ultimate commitment is involved, is something she refuses to participate in.

Yet, now she is questioning it, for a little while actually, and that scares her.

She continues to stare at him with her confident stare she has mastered and embodied. She doesn’t know what to say.

Her eyes can’t take to look into his sparkling soft green ones any longer, so she dips her eyes to his neck, that’s when she spots something that makes her blood boil.

A somewhat small purple bruise rests on the curve of his neck. Harry’s collar is slightly popped up giving Miss Y/L/N a clear view of the small hickey.

Miss Y/L/N feels her blood start to simmer as she stares at the small bruise. She wonders who the sloppy bimbo is that Harry allowed to suck on his neck.

She really shouldn’t say anything, but she doesn’t know what else to say.

“What’s on your neck?” Miss Y/L/N asks abruptly, not thinking twice about the words coming out of her mouth.

Harry blinks a few times, caught off guard by her question. “I’m sorry?”

“That little mark on your neck.” She wiggles her fingers, pointing to the bruise. “What is it?”

She knows exactly what it is, she just wants to see him squirm.

Harry feels his face heat up in embarrassment once it clicks in his brain what it is she is pointing out.

Harry remembers last night, inviting a cheerleader over to his room because he was lonely and couldn’t stop thinking of Miss Y/L/N in the suit she was wearing yesterday.

The cheerleader and him were making out, she started moving her kisses to his neck and Harry let her indulge because Harry loves getting his neck loved on.

There is only one person in particular that he desires to mark every inch of his neck to show him how much he means to her, but that will never happen, and Harry has accepted that.

Harry thought he covered the mark better, but he guesses he didn’t. “It’s a hickey.” Harry tells her truthfully, feeling no need to lie.

“Hmmm, and who gave you that hickey, Harry?” Miss Y/L/N fires back at him wanting answers.

“Some cheerleader who goes to my school. I play on the hockey team so she knows me.” Harry shrugs. He’s trying his best to act nonchalant about it as if he didn’t care, but in reality he is sweating on the inside, and shaking with nerves.

“Really?” She quips. “Did you like it? Did you like her lips on your neck?”

Harry’s mouth is bone dry at this point. Her question is throwing him off, and also turning him on at the same time.

“I…guess I did yeah.” Harry says hesitantly.

“You guess?” Miss Y/L/N almost scoffs at his statement. “What was wrong with her? Why isn’t she for sure a yes?”

Harry doesn’t know what to say. How does he respond to her question without embarrassing the absolute living fuck out of himself.

How does he tell her it wasn’t a definite yes because she wasn’t her? How, just how?

So Harry didn’t respond, he stood quiet staring at the intimidating beauty in front of him. A slow grin etched onto her face as she slowly stands up from her desk. Her manicured sleek French tip nails glided along the wood of the desk as she rounded the corner.

She approaches Harry slowly, her nails fall off the desk and hang by her side. Harry gulps feeling a little spooked by how powerful she looks right now.

Her heels click with every step she takes. It builds the ominous aura that is already surrounding the office.

Harry palms start to sweat, only a little, but still, Harry is nervous. Y/N’s nails drag up Harry's thigh, which in turn makes Harry twitch.

Miss Y/L/N can smell Harry’s fear, and she loves it, but she also doesn’t want him to be too intimidated by her.

“What's wrong Harry? Kitty kat got your tongue, hmmm?” She taunts in his ear at a low volume.

Harry doesn’t know what to say. She’s so sexy it’s insane. Harry would get on his knees for this woman if she asked him to.

“Come on Harry, confess your secrets to me.” Her cheek is touching his, he feels like that side of his face is having an allergic reaction from how many tingles he feels.

Harry throws caution to the wind, and speaks the truth. “It was not a definite yes because she wasn't you, and I wanted it to be you more than anything.”

There is a deafening silence that falls over the room. Harry feels his whole face heat up in absolute embarrassment.

Holy fuck why did he did that? Why did he just tell his boss he thinks of her sexually? He’s going to lose his internship! Harry has never felt more stupid in his life.

He wants to die, right at this very moment. His boss is totally going to fire him, all of his hockey teammates are going to laugh at him, and he’s going to fail his class.

Fuck, shit, fucking, fucker—

Harry's self deprecating thoughts are cut off when a soft, yet dominating pair of lips cover his own.

Harry is put under a spell as Miss Y/L/N moves her lips against his. Is this Harry’s climax of life? Is this the moment Harry’s been carving to have for forever?

It is

Miss Y/L/N takes a step closer, pressing their bodies into each other more. Miss Y/L/N sticks her tongue out wanting to be let into Harry’s mouth.

Harry moans as her tongue meets his. Harry’s moans trigger her own which makes the atmosphere hot and heavier.

Harry feels his confidence grow the longer they kiss because he can feel the older women grow more and more lost in the kiss.

Harry gains control of the kiss, leading the way their tongues danced on each other. Harry can feel himself growing hard against her dress.

Miss Y/L/N must feel it too because she starts to roll her hips into his bulge. Harry walks them backwards until the back of her legs hit her desk.

Miss Y/L/N sinks down, and sits on the desk tilting her head up. She is completely lost in the younger man, it’s almost unbelievable.

No other man that she has ever been with before Harry has gotten her this hot and heavy from just a kiss. She loves it, and that is exactly what she was afraid of.

Miss Y/L/N grips Harry’s collared shirt, and pulls him down towards her. Her lips pull away from his. She is panting heavily like a dog. Harry has completely stripped her breath away.

In the blink of an eye Miss Y/L/N latches her lips over Harry’s pre-existing hickey and begins to suck over the bruise.

“Fucking hell.” Harry groans, digging his nails into the desk to keep his balance steady. “You feel so fucking good, shiiiiit.”

Miss Y/L/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls his core to hers. She threads her nails into the nape of his neck for better leverage.

Harry is in the clouds right now. The way her lips are demanding, and strong as she sucks on his supple skin has him weak.

Miss Y/L/N is feeling hot and bothered. She feels so needy for him, it’s taking over her entire thought process.

She pops her lips off his neck, and looks at her masterpiece. His old hickey has been completely covered by hers, which makes her feel smug.

Harry quickly falls into her neck, which has her tilting her head to the side, allowing him more access. “No hickeys.” Miss Y/L/N tells him. It would be far too unprofessional to have the COO of the company walking around with a hickey given to her by her intern.

She rolls her hips into his bulge. Her pussy feels like it’s on fire. She can feel the small puddle of wet saturating her underwear from how turned on she is by the younger man.

“Fuck, Harry.” She breathes out, closing her eyes, further indulging in his skillful mouth. Harry’s lips trail down, and finds her sweet spot effortlessly. Miss Y/L/N lets out a moan that would normally be too loud, and would definitely have gotten them caught, but her office is sound proof.

She has a little intercom hooked up outside the room where she can talk to people to let them into her office. She is thankful at this very moment that she was adamant about installing the sound proof walls.

“Oh, God, fuck, Harry.” She whines, clawing her hands into the back of his shirt. “The—fuck, the reason I ignore you is because you’re fucking irresistible. I want you in a way a boss shouldn’t want only of their employees or interns. I tried to stay away, I tried.”

Her admission only throws Harry further into the deep end. He’s completely whipped for her, that's a fact. Hearing that she wants him too in the way he wants her is like winning the lottery, or seeing a shooting star.

“I want you so bad Harry, and that’s not…that’s not okay in a work setting, but fuck I want you.”

And she means it. Miss Y/L/N has always been attracted to Harry. Ever since she first saw him when he came into the building demanding to be interviewed for an internship.

Their company usually never lets people intern because it’s fast paced, and there is always something that needs to be done. Finding the time to train someone to show them the ropes, and also finding tasks to do that are appropriate for an intern is something nobody at the company has time for.

Yet, Miss Y/L/N didn’t hesitate giving Harry the position. She didn’t give it to him only because he was extremely handsome, which he is, but she can see how passionate Harry is about the things he wants, and that’s a quality she looks for any time she is hiring someone new. She couldn’t let Harry walk out of the building without the internship.

She couldn’t. Still she realized that she could never act on her attraction towards Harry, which was fucking impossible because one look at Harry and she was breaking out into a sweat. She avoided him the best she could, but she simply can’t help it anymore.

She needs him more than she needs air to breathe.

“I want you.” She whines into the air. Harry pulls away from her neck, and doesn’t waste another second.

He hooks his fingers around the band of her tights, and pulls them down to her knees. He bends down, and takes each boot off of her feet, and pulls her tights the rest of the way down.

Harry trails kisses starting from her ankle, up her leg. His kisses are sloppy, wet, and messy. She can feel the little dribbles of saliva he is leaving behind as the air hits them.

She shivers as Harry gets closer and closer to her pussy. She feels herself contract over nothing. He has her squirming in place desperate for his attention on her body.

“Please.” She begs, surprising herself. Miss Y/L/N isn’t a dominant person per say in bed, she likes to be controlled, but she likes her partners to work for it. She’s a brat in bed, plain and simple.

It’s shocking that Harry already has her begging to be touched, and all he’s done is take off her tights, and give her some kisses.

Harry flips a switch, he is ripping her underwear off of her body. She hears and feels the tear of the fabric which has her moaning like a slut.

Drool drips down the side of Harry’s mouth as he gets a good look at Miss Y/L/N’s bare pussy. It’s practically glowing from how wet she is, and that makes Harry feel animalistic almost.

He wants a taste

He needs a taste

“Please, let me eat you out.” Harry looks up at the older women with a puppy dog stare. She nearly melts on the table at how adorable and innocent he looks.

“God, please.” She spreads her legs wider, allowing Harry the room to shove his head between her thighs, which he does the second she opens them wide enough.

Harry licks a bold strip up her slit, collecting every drop of arousal he can. He slithers his hands up to her hips, and pulls her closer to his mouth.

Harry is fully on his knees, he can feel the ache from the hardwood floor, but the carpet underneath is adding extra protection which makes the ache bearable.

Miss Y/L/N is shaking from Harry’s skilled tongue. She’s been eaten out plenty of times before, but never has she been so lost in pleasure from someone’s mouth.

She’s only came a hand few of times from someone eating her out, but they usually have to add their hand to get her to actually cum.

Harry however, she is for certain can get her to cum just by him licking, and sucking at her clit.

“Fuck, Harry oh, mmmm.” Miss Y/L/N moans, falling off the deep end. She already can feel the recognizable buzzing of an orgasm. “Shit, you’re so fucking good.”

“You taste fucking incredible.” Harry mumbles into her pussy. The vibrations of his talking has her pinching her eyes shut in ecstasy.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum already, oh my God.” Miss Y/L/N falls back onto her elbows, her mouth hangs open as she stares at the younger man below her.

Harry must have felt her stare on him because as her orgasm grows stronger, Harry opens his own eyes and meets hers.

They get lost in one another’s eyes. They can already tell that this encounter they are having right now is far from the last.

Miss Y/L/N has never come so fast in her life, but Harry is sending her straight for her end, and she is loving every second of it.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you baby?” Harry devilishly asks as he feels her legs increasingly shake around his head.

Miss Y/L/N whimpers and nods her head. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to—”

“Cum baby, cum in my mouth.” Harry starts to suck her clit harder, with more fever.

Her belly starts to clench, the tingles rushing through her legs grow stronger. Her moans become a broken record, endless and loud.

Harry is soaking in every little shift of her body, and peeps of her voice. He’s obsessed already, that’s for sure.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna.” She is out of breath, her legs lock in place, and her whole body still. “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screams as her orgasms wash completely down her body.

Harry works his tongue faster than ever, making the effects of her orgasm last longer. Tears fall from her eyes at how intense her body is shaking. Looking into Harry’s eye only adds to the intensity of everything.

Soon enough her orgasm fully passes, and she can now feel how sensitive her clit is. She pushes Harry’s head away which was still licking at her, just more gentle than before.

“Too sensitive.” She practically whines. Her head feels so woozy from her orgasm, she’s having a hard time thinking.

Harry laughs as he wipes his mouth off. “You’re fucking delicious.” Harry states, shuffling forward, and latching his lips to hers.

Miss Y/L/N isn’t surprised how quickly the kiss heats up. While she has had her orgasm, she can still feel that Harry has very much not reached the same level of pleasure.

“Fuck me, now.” She demands against his mouth. She grabs his belt, and starts to hurriedly undo the buckle. She pops the button to his trousers, and pulls down the zipper once the belt is undone.

“Wait, fuck, I don’t have a…a condom.” Harry informs her. He is mentally beating himself up for not carrying one on him today.

“I don’t care, I’m on birth control.” She says, giving Harry another option. Of course if he isn’t comfortable with fucking her raw, she will be more than happy to get down on her knees, and suck his cock, but she really wants him to be inside of her.

“You want to take me raw?” Harry has stopped kissing her back. He backs away from her face to get a clear look at her.

“Yes, I want to. Do you want to?” She asks, biting the inside of her cheek.

“I would fucking love to, holy shit.” Harry beams. Miss Y/L/N shoves Harry boxers down, just under his ass. His hard cock springs free, her mouth starts to salivate.

His cock is huge. Miss Y/L/N has never seen such a big cock in her life. None of her other partners are nowhere near packing as much as Harry.

He’s going to ruin her, that for sure.

Harry grips the base of his cock, and slides his tip through her folds. The pair both moan at the same time. This is magnificent, perfect even.

The way their bodies react to each other is as if they are connected some way, somehow on a deeper level.

Harry positions himself right at her entrance. He slowly moves forward, and slides into her. They both scream out as their bodies connect for the first time.

Miss Y/L/N shoots forward, and digs her head into his neck. Harry continues to push in until he is fully inside of her.

Once he bottoms out, Miss Y/L/N wraps her arms around his back to bring him closer. Harry wraps his own arms around her and takes in the feel of her warm snug walls.

“Fucking hell, you feel so amazing baby.” Harry groans out. Miss Y/L/N circles her hips around his cock loving how much it is stretching her out.

It’s borderline painful, but she loves it. “Move, wreck me, fuck me, just move please.” She begs once again.

Harry pulls back until he is almost fully out of her. He snaps his hips forward, which causes Miss Y/L/N to choke.

He feels so foreign, almost like an illegal substance that she knows she shouldn’t take, but she can’t help herself because the high she feels is unmatched to any other feeling she’s ever felt.

Harry continues thrusting in and out, cursing into the air about how fucking amazing she is, and how good she feels.

Miss Y/L/N still has her head tucked in his neck. Her moans tickle his skin, but he doesn’t want her to move. The feel of her skin on his is addicting.

Miss Y/L/N is so lost in lust. Harry is hitting all the right stops. He’s hitting her so deep, every time he thrust back in, his cock hits her g-spot which is driving her insane.

She can’t believe it when she feels another orgasm start to build. She has never came from penetration alone. She almost always has to rub her clit, but with Harry’s magical dick, it’s almost unnecessary.

“I’m close, darling.” Harry pants, pulling her head out of his neck, and molding his lips with hers.

“Me too, Harry, don’t stop.” She whines. As if Harry could ever stop. He wants to be buried in her pussy all day and night. The way she is perfectly snug to him makes him think that she was made just for him.

Harry pounds into her fast, the desk starts to creek under them as he brings them closer to their ends.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” Harry’s hand wraps around her neck, and he tilts her head up to look at her.

Her soft Smokey winged liner is now all smudged. Her forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her pupils are blown out. She looks fucked, and there is no doubt in Harry’s mind that he looks the same.

He can tell Miss Y/L/N is about to cum by the way her walls are slowly tightening around his cock. Harry feels his cock twitch as his own legs start to burn with the build of his orgasm.

By some magic, Harry thrusts into her even faster. The sound of their skin slapping fills the room.

Harry can see Miss Y/L/N’s boobs jiggle up and down in her dress. Her suit jacket has slipped down her arms, and are now hanging on her elbows.

Harry could only imagine what she would look like fully naked under him, clawing at his bare back for leverage.

“Harry, please, I need to cum.” Miss Y/L/N was on edge. Her orgasm was creeping up, growing stronger by the second. She was trying her best to hold it back, but she is starting to find the task nearly impossible with the way he is pounding into her so perfectly.

Harry cock starts to twitch more. He can feel Miss Y/L/N pussy death gripping his cock. With a few more thrust, Harry’s orgasm tips over the edge.

“Cum baby! Fucking cum—shit, fuuuuuck.” Harry groans out, mouth hung open as his cock begins to twitch uncontrollably as he spurts hot sticky cum into the older woman's pussy.

“Harry!” Miss Y/L/N cries out as she cums all over Harry’s cock. A small amount of liquid gushes from her pussy, almost hitting Harry on his pants.

“Fucking shit, squirt for me baby.” Harry fucks them through both of their orgasms. Miss Y/L/N whimpers as she comes down from her high.

She feels tired, worn out to the bone.

Harry cradles her head as he pulls out. He kisses her temple to take away from the inevitable sting she is feeling right now.

Miss Y/L/N clings onto Harry, not ready to let him go yet. She’s never been so obsessed with a man the way she is with him right now.

“That was amazing.” Harry sighs, kissing the top of her head.

“It was.” Miss Y/L/N hums. She knows she has to clean herself off soon and get back to work, but she feels like she could stay like this with Harry forever.

“Alright.” Harry unwraps his arms from around her back. “You baby, must get back to work. No doubt Jan is wondering where I am. Don’t worry, I got it covered. I’m going to say you had a little impromptu meeting with me.”

Harry walks over to the private bathroom in her office, and comes out with a wet washcloth. She watches him in awe as he gets back down on his knees, and cleans her pussy for her.

He finds her tights on the floor, and slides them up her legs back over her bum. He sets her boots by her desk, knowing she still has to waddle over to the bathroom to pee.

Harry straightens himself out, pulling his boxers and slacks back up. Miss Y/L/N helps him re-loop his buckle.

They were now both decent, fully aware that their moment was over for now, but that doesn’t mean for the future.

“Was this a one time thing or do you want to do that over and over again as much as me?” Harry bluntly asks.

Miss Y/L/N slides her suit jacket back up her arms, and smoothes her hair back. “The ladder.” She says nonchalantly.

Harry can’t help but smile. He’s fucking estatic she’s on the same page as him. Harry is thanking whoever above for this miracle.

“Cool. Well, I’ll see you around baby.” Harry walks backwards, running into the door by mistake.

Miss Y/L/N laughs and shakes her head. “Bye Harry.”

“Bye.” Harry waves as he spins on his toes. “Oh, I have one question I wanted to ask before I leave.”

Miss Y/L/N crosses her right leg over her left and tilts her head. “Shoot.”

“What’s your real name…well like your first name.” Harry clarifies. “Everyone only knows you as Miss Y/L/N, and I was wondering what your first name is.”

Miss Y/L/N shakes her head. “You’re right Harry, I think I do have a lot of work to get back to. You should probably return, Jan must be worried sick. Also make sure to cover that hickey really well this time. Wouldn’t want anyone else seeing what a whore you are.” She fakes pouts.

Harry smirks, sucking on his teeth. “Fuck you.” Harry playfully puts up his middle finger as he opens the door to leave.

Just as Harry is almost fully out the door, Miss Y/L/N speaks up, which causes Harry to pause in place.

“Y/N.”

“What?” Harry whips his head back towards the office. Miss Y/L/N is now off the desk and heading towards her bathroom.

“Y/N.” She repeats again. “My name is Y/N.” With that said she walks into her bathroom and closes the door behind herself.

Harry is left in shock, she told him her name! Holy fuck! Harry was freaking out on the inside as he made his way back to his desk, and sat down with a childish grin.

“Oh my goodness, Harry I was worried sick.” Jan tuts as she stares at the lovesick boy. “Are you alright dear?”

Harry nods his head, all he can think about is Miss Y/L/N…well Y/N now, but only to Harry, no one else.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay.”

[boatzandhoez]

Caught My Heart

In which Harry runs into Y/N in the most unlikely place, and feelings get revealed.

warnings: angst, fluff

Part 3 to this one shot xxx

Harry feels like an awful person.

No, he knows he is an awful person.

Ever since the day in the kitchen, when he was alone with the queen bee, Harry has done everything in his power to ignore her.

Harry doesn’t wave back when she waves at him, Harry turns the other way anytime it looks like she’s coming towards him, he pretends to not hear her when she tries to get his attention, and he has ignored every text she’s sent.

The reason being, he’s terrified. Why does someone so perfect and pretty want someone so…battered?

Harry has noticed as the weeks have gone by her attempts have lessened until this week where she has completely stopped trying to get his attention at all.

Harry ended up slipping into a bit of a small depression. It’s stupid to be so upset over the fact that she no longer cares about him because he was putting nothing out in return, but Harry can’t help the sting the burns in his chest nonstop.

It’s just one thing Harry can’t comprehend, can’t solve, can’t figure out. It’s driving him up the walls. Why does he intrigue the queen bee? What did Harry do?

As far as he knows, he’s not special whatsoever.

Harry’s friends have even noticed that Harry’s been feeling a little blue, but they don’t know what about, and he will never tell them.

One thing Harry can’t comprehend more than the queen bee is now he ended up at a party. He was practically dragged here by Liam, because he promised his sister he would go to the next party she went to with her.

They are pretty close even though they run in different crowds. Liam loved Josie with his heart, but Liam also couldn’t bear to go to a party alone, so he forced Niall, Zayn, Louis and Harry to go with him.

Harry was hesitant, instantly refusing to go, but Liam and the rest of the guys told him it was just one night and it’s okay to step out of his comfort zone sometimes.

One thing about Harry’s friends is they are good with their words, and after hearing some of their speeches, Harry agreed to go.

He’s wearing a Fleetwood Mac shirt, trousers and some black and white Converse. He was sitting on a couch with his arms crossed over his chest protecting himself from people falling on top of him.

Niall and Zayn are to the right of him talking up some girls. Harry is slightly scooted away, separating himself from their antics.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he stares out ahead, watching everyone have the time of their life’s while he’s stuck on a couch moping.

Harry hates parties.

That’s why he never goes to them. He finds no satisfaction in them so he doesn’t go. Plus, no one really likes him all that much so avoiding social settings with his fellow classmates is a must.

Harry is seated directly in front of the little dance floor, which is really a mosh pit of horny teenagers grinding on each other.

It grosses Harry out, but to each their own. As Harry is watching the dance floor his eyes float around, but immediately are stuck in place once he sees her.

She’s wearing a slightly flowy halter top, a mini skirt, and a pair of heeled boots. She looks amazing. What doesn’t look amazing however is the fact that her hand is clasped together with none other than Conner himself.

Harry felt his belly drop as he watched the sight in front of him. Y/N is looking at Conner with a mischievous look.

Y/N pulls him in and turns her back to his chest. That’s when the music slows into a slower more sensual beat. In that moment when the atmosphere shifted with the music, Harry’s and Y/N’s eyes connected.

Harry feels all the nerves in his body spike as her majestic stare bores into his nervous one.

She looks him up and down, and locks her stare on his. She leans back into Conner and begins to roll her hips into him.

Conner grips Y/N’s hips in his hands and meets her rolls. There’s a satisfied grin on his face that makes Harry ill.

Y/N doesn’t break eye contact with him. The back of Harry’s ears feel like they are on fire. Harry has no clue what to feel at this moment.

This is the first time since she had him alone in the kitchen that they are getting a good look at each other. Harry wants to cave into a void once again at this very moment. Her icy eyes are just so heavenly.

Harry’s fist subconsciously clenches as he continues to stare at the vomit worthy sight in front of him.

The queen bee looks like she’s in heaven being wrapped in Conner’s arms. They compliment each other incredibly too. That makes Harry nauseous, and it’s all his fault. Maybe if he didn’t ignore the queen bee she wouldn’t be in the arms of a boy who makes Harry’s life miserable.

And she knows it too. She saw first hand just a sliver of the torment Harry endured from those guys.

It’s a hard pill to swallow. Accepting the consequences of his action is hard, really fucking hard.

Harry watched as Conner's hands roamed Y/N’s body. His hands glide up her body starting from her hips. His hands push her stomach towards him so they are grinding harder on each other.

Y/N’s face lights up, and a smile stretches on her face at Conner’s actions all the while keeping her eye contact firm on Harry.

Harry wonders what it would be like to be Conner in this situation. What would it be like to have the queen bee be enchanted in a spell where she only wants him? He wonders what it would be like to know that the queen bee thinks of him before she goes to sleep at night.

He wonders, and he’ll never stop wondering because Harry fucked it up for himself, or maybe he didn’t. Maybe this is one big joke on Harry and he just can’t see it because the idea of someone wanting him in such a special way is blinding him.

The world continues on, people continue with conversations, blunts are continuing to be smoked, drinks are being drunk, but Harry is stuck in this moment. In their moment.

Harry is paralyzed watching the queen bee as she reaches behind her, and grips the back of Conner’s neck. It’s like he’s being tortured, this is his death sentence, his own personal hell.

Watching everything Harry wants be with someone else is the most heart wrenching pain to exist.

Harry doesn’t want to watch the scene in front of him anymore once he feels stupid tears well up in his eyes.

Harry’s just so tired of feeling so hopeless. He knows this time it’s his fault, but Harry can’t help the pity he feels for himself.

Maybe the reason Harry self sabotaged is because the pain is something familiar and everything about the queen bee is new, and the freaks the fuck out of Harry.

Harry finally snaps out of the trance he was put under, and shoots up from the couch.

“Are you okay mate?” He hears Niall ask him.

Harry gulps down on his dry throat, feeling the roughness of his skin. “Y-y-yeah j-just going to f-f-f-find a b-bathroom.” Harry squeaks out still staring at Y/N.

The smile that was once on her face is now turned into a pout. A look of what Harry deciphers as disappointment crosses her face.

Harry storms off heading straight for the stairs. He keeps his face locked with Y/N’s until she is out of sight.

Harry can barely breathe. He makes it to the stairs and grips the railing. He practically runs up the stairs. The second his shoe hits the top stair he stumbles over to a door and opens it.

By the miracle of God, Harry finds an empty room, he heads straight for the bed, and falls backwards on it. He starts to do a four count breathing exercise to try and calm him down some.

He closes his eyes, and focuses on the way his chest rises and falls. He tries not to think about what is happening downstairs.

Their probably looking into each others eyes all lovingly confessing their feelings for each other and living happily ever af—

“Why did you ignore me?” Harry nearly jumps ten feet in the air. He sits up so fast, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he stares at the queen bee who’s in front of him right now.

Her arms are crossed over her chest. She stares at him pointedly, which makes Harry’s skin shiver.

“I-I-I-I-I…uh.” Harry can’t get a word out. His ticks are out of control right now with how nervous he is.

“It hurts, you know? Being flat out ignored like that. If you don’t like me, I got the message loud and clear.” The queen bee shakes her head, staring down at her shoes.

Harry wants to say that he doesn’t not like her, he's just terrified of the what if. What if’s have always made Harry’s skin crawl in the most fear inducing way.

“N-n-no.” That’s all Harry could manage to tumble out of his mouth. Harry feels like he’s in a nightmare, this isn’t what he wants, he wants to make the queen bee happy not sad.

“No what, Harry?” Y/N pressed. Her foot began to tap the ground repeatedly. He can tell she’s irritated, upset, even hurt by him, but she’s the queen bee! Harry ignoring her shouldn’t even matter in her eyes. Harry should be nothing but a piece of dust on her shoulder.

The queen bee looked at him desperate for answers. Her eyes search his face, but Harry can hardly breathe right now, let alone speak.

Harry shifts his eyes down at his hands. Looking at her directly in the eyes is too much to handle at the moment.

He heard the queen bee sigh, almost annoyed but he didn't dare to look up. He’s too ashamed at the fact that he was too scared to talk to her, so instead he ignored her.

Harry feels weak and has always felt weak.

“You know Harry, I genuinely like you.” That catches Harry’s attention. He looks up at the queen bee, but her back is now to him. “There’s just something about you that drew me in. I wanted to get to know you Harry, I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you’ve made it clear to me that you don’t want me to do any of that, so I just wanted to know why? Why couldn’t you give me the decency of just telling me you aren’t interested in me in that way? I would’ve accepted it, you know? I can handle rejection.”

Her words ring over and over again in Harry’s mind. She likes him…she likes him! The queen bee likes Harry, and he fucked it all up, now she thinks he doesn’t like her.

He wants to tell her he likes her, he was just scared, but he can’t get a single word out.

Y/N stays silent, rocking on her heels. She’s giving him time to say something, anything!

He ignored all of her texts, and ran away from her any time she tried to talk to him in person, and that really fucking hurt her.

She’s never liked a guy like this to where she thinks of him day and night. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry is all she thinks about. His stupid curly hair, his stupid dimples, his stupid American girl doll teeth, and his stupid green eyes consumes her mind and drives her up the wall.

Even after he made it loud and clear he wants nothing to do with her, she still can't stop thinking of him.

She was caught off guard seeing Harry at the party tonight. Harry never goes to these things, so the fact that he was here made her heart skip a beat and sink all at the same time.

The past week she’s tried her best to forget about him. She stupidly hooked up with some random university guy on Wednesday because she was sad, still sulking about Harry, and felt lonely. The only thing she could think of was to comfort herself with another body.

It helped, but only during, not before, and certainly not after. If she’s completely honest, when the nameless dude was ramming into her in her bed, all she could think of was what if would look like, and feel like to have Harry being the one on top of her, giving her the loving she craves.

She ended up enjoying being fucked a lot better when she was thinking of the curly hair boy.

She patiently waits for him to respond. She feels vulnerable, exposed even, but why would she think Harry would suddenly confess feelings towards her when she puts on a show in front of him with Conner of all people.

Harry remains silent, and she takes the hint he isn’t going to say anything at all. She decides that instead of standing in the room looking like an idiot, she was going to leave and forget about the boy all together.

She walks towards the door, slowly hoping that Harry will say something, anything! He never does as she reaches the door. She feels tears start to pull from behind her eyes as her fingers grip the door handle.

Just as she pushes her hand down on the knob to open the door, and hand grip the back of her elbow. She is pulled backwards, and spun around.

Suddenly a pair of lips are on hers, and everything in her body melts as the most perfect pair of lips mesh with hers.

Her hands fly upwards, and knot into the back of his messy curls. Y/N smiles into the kiss. She props herself up on her toes to get a better angle.

Harry is breathing heavily, he is so nervous, but feels so content at the same time. He can’t believe he is kissing the queen bee right now!

It feels more incredible than he could have ever imagined, the kiss is everything, absolutely everything.

Harry breaks away from the kiss once he begins to lose his breath. He rests his forehead against Y/N’s and smiles.

“Whoa.” Harry breathes out, not a stutter in sight. He’s never felt more relaxed in his life before. This is a feeling Harry could easily get addicted to.

“Yeah, whoa.” The queen bee is equally just as giddy on the inside as Harry. This is everything to her, absolutely everything. This is the type of feeling she’s dreamed about since she was a kid.

This feels like the kiss of her prince charming. She’s already obsessed with him, and it was only their first kiss.

“I like you too.” Harry finally says the words that have been at the top of his tongue since her confession. “I-I’m just scared, what if…w-what if I’m too weird for you, or you get bored of me, or what if you find me ugly one day or-or—”

A pair of lips quickly cut Harry off from speaking. Y/N giggles as she pulls away, and gives him a little escimo kiss before pulling away to get a good look at his face.

Her arms are still wrapped around her boy's neck. “You caught my heart Harry, there’s no getting rid of me if that’s okay with you?”

Harry’s face lights up into the most childish light filled smile she has ever seen. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she? The way her heart pitter pattered at the grin was a strong tell sign.

“Y-yeah, that’s more than o-o-o-okay.” Harry nods his head feeling on top of the world. “Are y-you okay w-wi-with not getting rid o-o-of m-me?”

“More than okay angel baby.” She pecks his lips. “So…are you my boyfriend now?” She asks him so innocently.

Harry nearly chokes. She wants to be his girlfriend. Holy shit, what the actual fuck? Harry feels like he’s in a dream.

“Y-yeah.” Harry says shyly. “Are you my girlfriend n-n-now?”

Y/N leans in close, presses a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, I am your girlfriend.”

Harry and Y/N lock their lips together once again, and all that they both can think about is how their wish came true, Harry caught the heart of a princess, and Y/N caught the heart of a prince.

[boatzandhoez]

im currently working on two other one shots for future au’s heheheheheh :)

[boatzandhoez]

Caught My Heart

In which Harry runs into Y/N in the most unlikely place, and feelings get revealed.

warnings: angst, fluff

Part 3 to this one shot xxx

(2.8k+ words)

Harry feels like an awful person.

No, he knows he is an awful person.

Ever since the day in the kitchen, when he was alone with the queen bee, Harry has done everything in his power to ignore her.

Harry doesn’t wave back when she waves at him, Harry turns the other way anytime it looks like she’s coming towards him, he pretends to not hear her when she tries to get his attention, and he has ignored every text she’s sent.

The reason being, he’s terrified. Why does someone so perfect and pretty want someone so…battered?

Harry has noticed as the weeks have gone by her attempts have lessened until this week where she has completely stopped trying to get his attention at all.

Harry ended up slipping into a bit of a small depression. It’s stupid to be so upset over the fact that she no longer cares about him because he was putting nothing out in return, but Harry can’t help the sting the burns in his chest nonstop.

It’s just one thing Harry can’t comprehend, can’t solve, can’t figure out. It’s driving him up the walls. Why does he intrigue the queen bee? What did Harry do?

As far as he knows, he’s not special whatsoever.

Harry’s friends have even noticed that Harry’s been feeling a little blue, but they don’t know what about, and he will never tell them.

One thing Harry can’t comprehend more than the queen bee is now he ended up at a party. He was practically dragged here by Liam, because he promised his sister he would go to the next party she went to with her.

They are pretty close even though they run in different crowds. Liam loved Josie with his heart, but Liam also couldn’t bear to go to a party alone, so he forced Niall, Zayn, Louis and Harry to go with him.

Harry was hesitant, instantly refusing to go, but Liam and the rest of the guys told him it was just one night and it’s okay to step out of his comfort zone sometimes.

One thing about Harry’s friends is they are good with their words, and after hearing some of their speeches, Harry agreed to go.

He’s wearing a Fleetwood Mac shirt, trousers and some black and white Converse. He was sitting on a couch with his arms crossed over his chest protecting himself from people falling on top of him.

Niall and Zayn are to the right of him talking up some girls. Harry is slightly scooted away, separating himself from their antics.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he stares out ahead, watching everyone have the time of their life’s while he’s stuck on a couch moping.

Harry hates parties.

That’s why he never goes to them. He finds no satisfaction in them so he doesn’t go. Plus, no one really likes him all that much so avoiding social settings with his fellow classmates is a must.

Harry is seated directly in front of the little dance floor, which is really a mosh pit of horny teenagers grinding on each other.

It grosses Harry out, but to each their own. As Harry is watching the dance floor his eyes float around, but immediately are stuck in place once he sees her.

She’s wearing a slightly flowy halter top, a mini skirt, and a pair of heeled boots. She looks amazing. What doesn’t look amazing however is the fact that her hand is clasped together with none other than Conner himself.

Harry felt his belly drop as he watched the sight in front of him. Y/N is looking at Conner with a mischievous look.

Y/N pulls him in and turns her back to his chest. That’s when the music slows into a slower more sensual beat. In that moment when the atmosphere shifted with the music, Harry’s and Y/N’s eyes connected.

Harry feels all the nerves in his body spike as her majestic stare bores into his nervous one.

She looks him up and down, and locks her stare on his. She leans back into Conner and begins to roll her hips into him.

Conner grips Y/N’s hips in his hands and meets her rolls. There’s a satisfied grin on his face that makes Harry ill.

Y/N doesn’t break eye contact with him. The back of Harry’s ears feel like they are on fire. Harry has no clue what to feel at this moment.

This is the first time since she had him alone in the kitchen that they are getting a good look at each other. Harry wants to cave into a void once again at this very moment. Her icy eyes are just so heavenly.

Harry’s fist subconsciously clenches as he continues to stare at the vomit worthy sight in front of him.

The queen bee looks like she’s in heaven being wrapped in Conner’s arms. They compliment each other incredibly too. That makes Harry nauseous, and it’s all his fault. Maybe if he didn’t ignore the queen bee she wouldn’t be in the arms of a boy who makes Harry’s life miserable.

And she knows it too. She saw first hand just a sliver of the torment Harry endured from those guys.

It’s a hard pill to swallow. Accepting the consequences of his action is hard, really fucking hard.

Harry watched as Conner's hands roamed Y/N’s body. His hands glide up her body starting from her hips. His hands push her stomach towards him so they are grinding harder on each other.

Y/N’s face lights up, and a smile stretches on her face at Conner’s actions all the while keeping her eye contact firm on Harry.

Harry wonders what it would be like to be Conner in this situation. What would it be like to have the queen bee be enchanted in a spell where she only wants him? He wonders what it would be like to know that the queen bee thinks of him before she goes to sleep at night.

He wonders, and he’ll never stop wondering because Harry fucked it up for himself, or maybe he didn’t. Maybe this is one big joke on Harry and he just can’t see it because the idea of someone wanting him in such a special way is blinding him.

The world continues on, people continue with conversations, blunts are continuing to be smoked, drinks are being drunk, but Harry is stuck in this moment. In their moment.

Harry is paralyzed watching the queen bee as she reaches behind her, and grips the back of Conner’s neck. It’s like he’s being tortured, this is his death sentence, his own personal hell.

Watching everything Harry wants be with someone else is the most heart wrenching pain to exist.

Harry doesn’t want to watch the scene in front of him anymore once he feels stupid tears well up in his eyes.

Harry’s just so tired of feeling so hopeless. He knows this time it’s his fault, but Harry can’t help the pity he feels for himself.

Maybe the reason Harry self sabotaged is because the pain is something familiar and everything about the queen bee is new, and the freaks the fuck out of Harry.

Harry finally snaps out of the trance he was put under, and shoots up from the couch.

“Are you okay mate?” He hears Niall ask him.

Harry gulps down on his dry throat, feeling the roughness of his skin. “Y-y-yeah j-just going to f-f-f-find a b-bathroom.” Harry squeaks out still staring at Y/N.

The smile that was once on her face is now turned into a pout. A look of what Harry deciphers as disappointment crosses her face.

Harry storms off heading straight for the stairs. He keeps his face locked with Y/N’s until she is out of sight.

Harry can barely breathe. He makes it to the stairs and grips the railing. He practically runs up the stairs. The second his shoe hits the top stair he stumbles over to a door and opens it.

By the miracle of God, Harry finds an empty room, he heads straight for the bed, and falls backwards on it. He starts to do a four count breathing exercise to try and calm him down some.

He closes his eyes, and focuses on the way his chest rises and falls. He tries not to think about what is happening downstairs.

Their probably looking into each others eyes all lovingly confessing their feelings for each other and living happily ever af—

“Why did you ignore me?” Harry nearly jumps ten feet in the air. He sits up so fast, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he stares at the queen bee who’s in front of him right now.

Her arms are crossed over her chest. She stares at him pointedly, which makes Harry’s skin shiver.

“I-I-I-I-I…uh.” Harry can’t get a word out. His ticks are out of control right now with how nervous he is.

“It hurts, you know? Being flat out ignored like that. If you don’t like me, I got the message loud and clear.” The queen bee shakes her head, staring down at her shoes.

Harry wants to say that he doesn’t not like her, he's just terrified of the what if. What if’s have always made Harry’s skin crawl in the most fear inducing way.

“N-n-no.” That’s all Harry could manage to tumble out of his mouth. Harry feels like he’s in a nightmare, this isn’t what he wants, he wants to make the queen bee happy not sad.

“No what, Harry?” Y/N pressed. Her foot began to tap the ground repeatedly. He can tell she’s irritated, upset, even hurt by him, but she’s the queen bee! Harry ignoring her shouldn’t even matter in her eyes. Harry should be nothing but a piece of dust on her shoulder.

The queen bee looked at him desperate for answers. Her eyes search his face, but Harry can hardly breathe right now, let alone speak.

Harry shifts his eyes down at his hands. Looking at her directly in the eyes is too much to handle at the moment.

He heard the queen bee sigh, almost annoyed but he didn't dare to look up. He’s too ashamed at the fact that he was too scared to talk to her, so instead he ignored her.

Harry feels weak and has always felt weak.

“You know Harry, I genuinely like you.” That catches Harry’s attention. He looks up at the queen bee, but her back is now to him. “There’s just something about you that drew me in. I wanted to get to know you Harry, I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you’ve made it clear to me that you don’t want me to do any of that, so I just wanted to know why? Why couldn’t you give me the decency of just telling me you aren’t interested in me in that way? I would’ve accepted it, you know? I can handle rejection.”

Her words ring over and over again in Harry’s mind. She likes him…she likes him! The queen bee likes Harry, and he fucked it all up, now she thinks he doesn’t like her.

He wants to tell her he likes her, he was just scared, but he can’t get a single word out.

Y/N stays silent, rocking on her heels. She’s giving him time to say something, anything!

He ignored all of her texts, and ran away from her any time she tried to talk to him in person, and that really fucking hurt her.

She’s never liked a guy like this to where she thinks of him day and night. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry is all she thinks about. His stupid curly hair, his stupid dimples, his stupid American girl doll teeth, and his stupid green eyes consumes her mind and drives her up the wall.

Even after he made it loud and clear he wants nothing to do with her, she still can't stop thinking of him.

She was caught off guard seeing Harry at the party tonight. Harry never goes to these things, so the fact that he was here made her heart skip a beat and sink all at the same time.

The past week she’s tried her best to forget about him. She stupidly hooked up with some random university guy on Wednesday because she was sad, still sulking about Harry, and felt lonely. The only thing she could think of was to comfort herself with another body.

It helped, but only during, not before, and certainly not after. If she’s completely honest, when the nameless dude was ramming into her in her bed, all she could think of was what if would look like, and feel like to have Harry being the one on top of her, giving her the loving she craves.

She ended up enjoying being fucked a lot better when she was thinking of the curly hair boy.

She patiently waits for him to respond. She feels vulnerable, exposed even, but why would she think Harry would suddenly confess feelings towards her when she puts on a show in front of him with Conner of all people.

Harry remains silent, and she takes the hint he isn’t going to say anything at all. She decides that instead of standing in the room looking like an idiot, she was going to leave and forget about the boy all together.

She walks towards the door, slowly hoping that Harry will say something, anything! He never does as she reaches the door. She feels tears start to pull from behind her eyes as her fingers grip the door handle.

Just as she pushes her hand down on the knob to open the door, and hand grip the back of her elbow. She is pulled backwards, and spun around.

Suddenly a pair of lips are on hers, and everything in her body melts as the most perfect pair of lips mesh with hers.

Her hands fly upwards, and knot into the back of his messy curls. Y/N smiles into the kiss. She props herself up on her toes to get a better angle.

Harry is breathing heavily, he is so nervous, but feels so content at the same time. He can’t believe he is kissing the queen bee right now!

It feels more incredible than he could have ever imagined, the kiss is everything, absolutely everything.

Harry breaks away from the kiss once he begins to lose his breath. He rests his forehead against Y/N’s and smiles.

“Whoa.” Harry breathes out, not a stutter in sight. He’s never felt more relaxed in his life before. This is a feeling Harry could easily get addicted to.

“Yeah, whoa.” The queen bee is equally just as giddy on the inside as Harry. This is everything to her, absolutely everything. This is the type of feeling she’s dreamed about since she was a kid.

This feels like the kiss of her prince charming. She’s already obsessed with him, and it was only their first kiss.

“I like you too.” Harry finally says the words that have been at the top of his tongue since her confession. “I-I’m just scared, what if…w-what if I’m too weird for you, or you get bored of me, or what if you find me ugly one day or-or—”

A pair of lips quickly cut Harry off from speaking. Y/N giggles as she pulls away, and gives him a little escimo kiss before pulling away to get a good look at his face.

Her arms are still wrapped around her boy's neck. “You caught my heart Harry, there’s no getting rid of me if that’s okay with you?”

Harry’s face lights up into the most childish light filled smile she has ever seen. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she? The way her heart pitter pattered at the grin was a strong tell sign.

“Y-yeah, that’s more than o-o-o-okay.” Harry nods his head feeling on top of the world. “Are y-you okay w-wi-with not getting rid o-o-of m-me?”

“More than okay angel baby.” She pecks his lips. “So…are you my boyfriend now?” She asks him so innocently.

Harry nearly chokes. She wants to be his girlfriend. Holy shit, what the actual fuck? Harry feels like he’s in a dream.

“Y-yeah.” Harry says shyly. “Are you my girlfriend n-n-now?”

Y/N leans in close, presses a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, I am your girlfriend.”

Harry and Y/N lock their lips together once again, and all that they both can think about is how their wish came true, Harry caught the heart of a princess, and Y/N caught the heart of a prince.