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iâm aly, 20, and i write ukyt fics â youâll find stuff for george clarke, harry lewis, will lenney & arthur hill here đ
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hi everyone! just wanted to let you know i am still here!
i have been super busy the last week or so, and havenât had much chance to write. iâve also had almost no energy or motivation at any points i have been free, so iâm just trying to chill out for today and should be back writing soon! i have a couple of fics in the drafts that iâm eager to finish, and a few requests that i promise i will get around to!
i feel like i needed this little break because i was hating every word i was writing, i think i deleted two fics from my drafts that i want to re start, but ill be back on it tomorrow! so i promise soon we will be back to normal, i may slow down posting at some point cause ill be starting uni again soon and i donât want to burnout, but i appreciate everyone sending me lovely messages and supporting my fics always!
scratching at the bars of my cage for more of ur work tbh
iâm sorry anonđ i have genuinely been so busy the last week or so, and any point i havenât been busy iâve been too drained to write.
iâve been noting ideas in my drafts and iâve had a few requests over the last couple of days so hopefully iâll be back to frequent uploads next week! just spending a couple of days winding down before i start posting again.
i also start uni again in a few weeks so iâm gonna try bulk write some fics so i have stuff to put out as iâll have less time to write!!
okayokay i had an idea a while back about arthurâs late for the reservation lyric video - what if reader and him are dating and he chooses a random model for the music video rather than reader which ends in an argument with potential smut?
hi my love! gonna write this asap! been super busy the last few days but i have a little bit of it written already, hopefully iâll have it out over the next few days ! <3
summary: you and harry had been in each others lives forever, constantly dipping in and out of contact, but after years youâre finally in the same place at the same time.
content: mature (mdni) childhood friends to lovers, previous fwb, unprotected sex, fingering
word count: 4.6k
alys notes: i recently re watched normal people and im so obsessed with the idea of being in and out of each others lives, but always finding your way back to eachother. itâs taken me days to write this cause i think i just forgot how to write, but anyway i hope you enjoyđ«¶đ«¶
you and harry had known each other for what felt like forever. your families lived close by, their house just a few streets down from yours, and your parents were friends long before you even met. youâd grown up side by side â playing in the same parks, going to the same schools, sharing the same group of friends. you were always there for the big moments and the small ones, drifting in and out of each otherâs lives like two planets caught in the same orbit.
even when things got busy, youâd always find your way back to each other. there was an unspoken understanding between you, a comfort that felt like home. but somewhere beneath the surface, you both knew the friendship was laced with something deeper, something you hadnât quite named yet.
one night, years ago, everything changed.
it was one of those parties where the music was too loud and the drinks kept coming. you werenât even supposed to go, but somehow you ended up there, laughing harder than you had in ages, the air thick with summer heat and reckless energy. the more you drank, the more your walls came down, until you found yourself standing beside harry, close enough to feel his breath against your skin.
words became unnecessary. one look, one touch, and suddenly you were both stumbling through the door to his room. clothes fell away like the years youâd spent pretending this was just friendship. naked and tangled up in his bed, everything felt sharper, more intense, like the world had narrowed to just the two of you in that moment. the feelings youâd buried for so long suddenly spilled over, raw and undeniable.
afterwards, there was no going back to the way things were. something had shifted between you, forever. the line between friendship and something more blurred.
it kept happening any time you were drunk, those nights when your head spun a little too fast and the world felt like it was tipping over. but soon, it wasnât just the alcohol anymore. whenever loneliness crept in, quiet and heavy, it was harry you turned to. the lines blurred until the bed between you wasnât just for friendship anymore; it became a refuge, a place where silence didnât feel quite so sharp.
then harry moved to london for work, and the rhythm shifted. it wasnât just late nights or lonely weekends. now, it was whenever he came home, like clockwork. youâd get a text before he even boarded the flight, simple and quiet: âcan i see you?â and you always said yes. it felt like the only thing steady in the swirl of his busy life, a tether pulling you back to something familiar.
when covid hit and the world ground to a halt, harry moved back home for a while. suddenly, you werenât just sneaking moments here and there, he was your bubble, your constant. you lost yourself in each other, day after day. tangled limbs beneath his sheets, the easy comfort of being close. youâd eat dinner with his family, laugh with them like you belonged there. youâd lie in his bed while he filmed videos, your presence a quiet background to his work.
but then, after a while, something shifted again. it wasnât just the physical anymore. you both realised there was more to this tangled mess of feelings, that the simple act of being together carried weight you couldnât ignore. when harry went back to london, you had the talk â the one where you decided it was best to end things, to close the door on what you had before it got any more complicated.
and so that was it. the silence between you filled with everything you didnât say, and the space where he used to be still feels a little empty.
youâd seen him since, just once, in passing, maybe a year ago. you were with your boyfriend at the time, walking through guernseyâs quiet streets when you spotted him across the way. for a moment, everything froze â that familiar face, the rush of memories, and the sudden awareness of how much had changed.
you ended up having a small, awkward conversation. polite, surface-level stuff. how youâd both been, how lovely the weather was that day. nothing heavy, no lingering glances or unspoken words. just the bare minimum to acknowledge each otherâs presence without stirring up anything deeper.
it was a quiet reminder that you couldnât talk to each other anymore, not like you used to, not like before any of it had happened. the distance between you stretched wider than ever, making you realise that through it all you lost your friend.
but now? now you live in london. youâve got a new flat, a new job, and youâre single for the first time in a while. youâd been so focused on settling in â learning the commute, figuring out the best coffee near your office â that you hadnât really thought about harry in a while.
you definitely werenât expecting to see him on your first night out here. it was meant to be a small celebration, a few drinks with your new work friends to mark your first full week on the job. the kind of night where youâre still half on your best behaviour, trying to make a good impression.
you were laughing at something one of your colleagues had said as you weaved your way through the crowd toward the bar. the music was loud, the air warm with bodies pressed together, the scent of spilled gin and lime clinging to the air. you were halfway to ordering when you looked up â
â and there he was. harry. leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world, that familiar tilt to his head, eyes catching on yours like no time had passed at all.
âholy shit,â he said, stepping back slightly, like the sight of you had knocked the air from his chest.
âhi,â you said softly, almost instinctively, the word slipping out before you could think.
you stared at each other for a moment, the noise of the bar blurring into nothing. itâs not like you didnât expect to see him eventually â you lived in the same city now, after all â and maybe, in some quiet corner of your mind, youâd thought youâd reach out at some point. but you thought you had more time.
âwha⊠what are you doing here?â he asked, his voice softer than you remembered, like he was afraid speaking too loudly might break whatever strange spell hung between you.
âi got a new job here,â you said. âi live here now.â
his face shifted, shock maybe, something unreadable just beneath it, maybe even a flicker of something you werenât ready to name. you were about to say more, maybe ask him how heâd been, maybe fall back into that easy rhythm you used to have, but then your co-worker appeared, slipping a drink into your hand and tugging you back toward your group with a laugh.
you gave harry a small wave, and he returned it, though neither of you smiled. you let yourself be pulled away, glancing back once before the crowd swallowed him from view.
you didnât see him again that night.
a few weeks had passed. the chaos of moving had smoothed into a kind of quiet routine â you knew the exact moment in your commute when the train lost signal, the barista at your regular coffee shop remembered your order without asking, and your new job no longer felt like you were just visiting someone elseâs life.
but harry was still there, lodged in the back of your mind like a song you couldnât quite shake. youâd catch yourself thinking about that night at the bar, the way heâd looked at you, like he was trying to piece together who youâd become.
you almost felt guilty about not reaching out before the move. you could have sent a message, just a simple âhey, iâm moving to londonâ, maybe asked to grab a drink. but you didnât. maybe you were afraid of what it would mean, or maybe you thought it would be easier to slip quietly into your new life without stirring up the past.
and then, one evening, as you were curled up on the sofa scrolling through your phone, it buzzed.
harry
hey
you stared at your phone for a moment, your thumb hovering just above the screen. it felt heavier than it should. it was just a word, but it carried years of history, of everything unsaid. you werenât sure if you were scared of him, or of what this could reopen.
you sat there for another second, the silence in your flat stretching long and taut, before finally typing out a reply and pressing send.
you
hi
harry
it was good seeing you, iâve missed you.
you
iâve missed you too
sorry i didnât tell you i was moving here
harry
donât worry, you donât owe me anything
you smiled at that, soft and warm, the kind of smile you didnât even realise had formed until you felt it tugging at your lips. it was small, private, meant only for you and the glow of your phone screen. and then he started typing again.
harry
can i see you? like properly see you?
you
sure, when?
harry
tomorrow? i can come to yours? if thatâs okay
you stopped for a minute, almost stunned, the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. there was a flicker of fear, of seeing him again, of what it might bring up, of how easily the past could slip back into the present.
but then you shook it off, almost scolding yourself. heâs harry. your harry. the boy whoâd always been there, who knew you better than most. no matter what had happened, no matter how much had changed, a part of you still trusted that.
you
sounds perfect :)
you had a few minutes before harry was due to arrive, and those minutes felt impossibly long. you moved around your flat in small, distracted circles, straightening cushions that didnât need straightening, wiping down the already-clean counter, reapplying your lipstick only to blot it away again. anything to keep your hands busy while your mind hummed with anticipation.
when the doorbell finally rang, it was like your heart skipped a beat. you took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing your hair, telling yourself to breathe.
then you opened the door.
harry was standing there, his eyes wide like heâd been holding his breath since you last saw him. his hair was messy, a little windswept, and in his hand was a small bunch of flowers, slightly crumpled from the journey, but still beautiful.
âhey,â he said, his voice soft but sure. âthese are for you, happy housewarming⊠or flat warming,â he added with a small, awkward laugh. he smiled, that same familiar curve of his lips that made something in your chest tighten.
you took the flowers from him, bringing them to your nose, breathing in the faint, sweet scent. âthank you, theyâre gorgeous,â you said, meaning it.
âsorry theyâre a little messed, i biked here,â he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
you let out a small laugh, the sound easing some of the tension between you. âtheyâre perfect,â you said, and you meant that, too.
you stepped toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow. his footsteps trailed behind you, close but careful, like he wasnât sure how much space to take up here. you opened a cabinet, pulling out a vase, filling it with water before setting the flowers inside, watching them spread out naturally, like they belonged.
âhowâs it been? yâknow, living in london,â he asked softly, leaning against the counter like heâd been here a hundred times before.
âi get why you love it so much,â you said, glancing at him with a small smile.
âyeah, itâs pretty great,â he replied, the corners of his mouth lifting.
there was a pause then, not awkward, but the kind of silence that settles in when two people are just⊠comfortable.
âso⊠my mum told me you split up with your boyfriend,â he said, almost too casually.
you let out a small laugh. âyeah, i did.â
ââcause you were moving?â he asked.
âno, something else,â you said simply.
âoh,â he murmured, eyes flicking down for a moment.
âhow about you?â you asked. âare you seeing anyone?â
he laughed softly, shaking his head. âno.â
you hummed, the sound quiet, almost lost in the room.
âi know iâve said it already, but iâve really missed you,â he said then, his voice dipping lower, like it wasnât meant for anyone else to hear.
âharryâŠâ you began, unsure where he was going with this.
âseriously,â he continued, his gaze fixed on you. âevery time i go home i feel like iâm just⊠waiting to see you. i hate how things ended.â
âbut they didnât end badly,â you reminded him gently.
âi know,â he said quickly. âi just⊠i hate that it ended. hate that we lost touch.â
you met his eyes, something in your chest pulling tight. âi know,â you said quietly. âme too.â
he pulled you into a hug, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. his arms wrapped around you in that way only he did, secure but gentle, like he was holding something precious. you sank into it without thinking, into him, into the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something that was just⊠him. it was disarming, how quickly it felt like home.
when he pulled back slightly, his hands lingered at your sides, his eyes searching yours. there was a pause, a heartbeat where neither of you moved, and then he kissed you. soft, certain, achingly familiar.
the second your lips met, it was like your lungs remembered how to work. you breathed him in, felt the rush of relief you didnât know youâd been holding back, like something that had been missing had finally, quietly, fallen back into place.
your fingers slid into the back of his hair, gripping gently as if trying to pull him impossibly closer. his hands found your waist, warm and steady, holding you like you were the only thing that mattered.
you were pressed against your kitchen counter, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat building between you. you were completely tangled in him, every part of you reached for his touch, every breath syncing with his. the world outside faded until all that remained was the quiet rhythm of your heartbeats, and the soft press of his lips against yours.
his lips trailed down to your neck, soft and deliberate, kissing and sucking lightly. his hands stayed firm on your waist, keeping you pressed against him, grounding you in the moment.
your own hands threaded into his hair and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, leaning into every brush of his lips and every press of his body against yours. small, involuntary hums escaped your throat with each touch, each kiss along your neck and collarbone sending shivers through you. the world outside your flat didnât exist anymore; it was just him, just you, and the quiet intensity of being this close again.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft, almost hesitant.
âsorry, i⊠i didnât come here for this,â he said, voice low and unsure.
âharryâŠâ you murmured, letting the softness in his eyes reach you.
âiâll leave, if you want me to,â he added, like he was trying to give you the choice, but his hands still lingered at your waist.
without a word, you grabbed his hand, pulling him back into you. your lips met his again, urgent and familiar.
âstay,â you whispered, barely audible.
he responded immediately, kissing you again â stronger this time, deeper, as if trying to erase the weeks and months of absence in a single motion.
you let yourself be guided away from the counter, your hands in his hair, his hands at your back, moving toward the bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. the air between you was thick with longing, with everything youâd both been holding back, until nothing else existed except the pull of each other.
the bedroom door swung open, and you both tumbled backward onto the bed, the soft mattress absorbing your weight. harry hovered above you, his chest close to yours, eyes locked on yours with that same intensity that always left your breath caught.
his hands moved instinctivelyâone sliding down to rest firmly on your ass, the other gripping your waist with a mix of tenderness and urgency. you could feel the heat radiating from him, every movement deliberate, as if he didnât want to miss a single moment. your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, matching the rhythm of his touch, the world outside the bedroom fading entirely.
his hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing lightly through the thin fabric of your leggings. a shiver ran through you, and your hips arched instinctively, pressing closer, desperate to feel him more.
he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to yours, searching, asking without words. then he moved, hands sliding to your waistband, pulling your leggings and thong down with careful, deliberate motions. the air against your skin was electric, and every brush of his fingers left you wanting, every small movement building the tension between you.
he stared for a long moment, drinking you in, his gaze slow and deliberate. then, his fingers traced along your thighs, brushing lightly, teasing over where you needed him most, careful, precise, almost worshipful.
you let out a soft hum, fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him lightly down your body. he leaned in, pressing warm, lingering kisses along your thighs and hips, soft and steady, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
and then, slow and precise, he pushed two fingers inside you, carefully moving in a rhythm that sent shocks through your body. your hips moved to his touch, arching towards him. he curled them slightly, in that perfect spot he knew drove you crazy. you let out soft moans, your fingers still curled in his hair.
his lips left soft, subtle marks in your thigh, like a secret for just you and him. his mouth slowly found your clit, licking and sucking like a man starved, matching the perfect rhythm of his fingers.
every touch, every movement, felt so familiar, yet so new at the same time. he seemed at home between your thighs, like all these years apart he had just been waiting to be here again, completely wrecking you as he had done so many times before.
you could feel it, the inevitable pleasure, rising in your core. your thighs moved up, closing around his head as he dragged you closer and closer to the edge.
youâre legs were trembling, your moans louder, your breath shakier, your body edging closer and closer to release. harry could tell, he always knew, but he didnât let up, his movements became more relentless, his focus deepening, his mouth sucking harder, his fingers moving faster, his eyes looking up at yours with such innocence, but he was anything but innocent.
you finally finished, spilling out over his fingers, your body shaking, your hips bucking into his touch, your lips spilling out his name over and over. he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving a soft kiss inside your thighs before licking up every bit of you, his tongue sliding over his fingers to catch every last drop.
he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach, his hands moving to rest on your waist, drawing you closer. when his lips found yours again, it was slow and deliberate, lingering with a warmth that made your heart race. your fingers traced the line of his shoulders as you tugged at his shirt, peeling it off with ease.
the closeness between you was electric. every brush of skin, every gentle shift of weight, made your pulse quicken. you could feel the warmth of him near you, the quiet strength in his presence, and it sent shivers down your spine.
he leaned in again, lips meeting yours with a patience that left you breathless, as if the world had melted away and nothing existed except the two of you. you wrapped your arms around him, pressing closer, letting the shared warmth and tension build. every glance, every touch, spoke more than words ever could â an unspoken connection that left you dizzy with longing and the quiet joy of being fully seen.
you could feel him through his shorts, hard and heavy, twitching with every touch of his hips to yours. your fingers moved to the strings, pulling at them just enough to slip your hand inside, your fingers brushing at his cock. he hitched slightly, gasping at the contact.
âneedy?â he said, a grin forming across his face.
you nodded, your hands stroking him slowly. he pulled your hand away, pulling down his shorts and boxers, tossing them aside. his cock slapped against his stomach, already leaking. he wrapped his hand around it, stroking it once or twice before lining himself up.
your breath hitched as he pushed in, the stretch so familiar but so painful, the pressure overwhelming.
he started a pace, slow at first, like he was still drinking you in, embracing the moment youâd both become so unfamiliar with. his lips let out slow, gutteral moans with each thrust, soon increasing his pace, his hips slamming faster and harder.
your head rolled back, a loud moan escaping your lips as you adjusted to him as he filled every inch of you so perfectly. you were searching for anything to hold on to, your hands eventually settling on his shoulders, your nails scratching deep red marks in his skin, but he didnât seem to care â it only encouraged him, only pushed him further.
âiâve missed how good you feelâ he murmured, his voice low. âmissed how tight you feel around my cockâ
he was driving you insane, the feeling of his cock hitting your every nerve, the way his eyes looked at you as if you were the most perfect thing in the world, the way his hands felt on your waist â so gentle, like you were made of porcelain, but his hips spoke another story, rough and hungry.
he moved with that steady rhythm, like he had all the time in the world, each thrust careful and steady, but you were trembling beneath him, your legs shaky again, your heart racing, that feeling coiling low in your belly like you were about to explode.
you tightened around his cock, pulling him closer to you, his head buried in your neck as his teeth nipped at your skin. âdo it babyâ he said.
your eyes squeezed shut as your body arched beneath him, his name rolling off your tongue over and over as you spilled over his cock, tensing around him.
you pushed him over the edge, his thrusts becoming sloppier and less coordinated, his cock twitching inside of you. you pulled him into a deep kiss, almost encouraging him to let go.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his breath warm against your cheek, his voice low and unsteady. âyou ready, baby?â the words trembled with a mix of need and tenderness, as though he was offering you everything he had in that single question.
you nodded, your chest tightening with the weight of the moment. before he could drift any farther, you tugged him back down, your lips finding his with desperate certainty. your fingers slipped into his hair, curling tight, holding on as though letting go might make him vanish. he kissed you like he understood, like he was just as afraid of losing you, pouring all the things neither of you could quite say into every movement of his mouth against yours.
after a few more deep, trembling movements, his rhythm faltered, and he buried his face against yours. a rough sound broke from his throat, low and unrestrained, the kind of sound that carried both release and relief. his body shuddered as he clung to you, every breath heavy and uneven, as though the intensity of the moment had stolen the ground out from beneath him.
he kissed you through it, lips pressing hard against yours, desperate and unsteady, like he needed the closeness to anchor himself. the weight of him settled over you, warm and overwhelming, and in that closeness you felt not just his body but all of him â his need, his trust, his unguarded self, offered only to you.
his forehead dropped to yours, both of you sweaty and sticky and breathless. your chests rose and fell in uneven rhythm, his breath hot against your lips. you stayed like that for a moment, bodies still pressed together, skin slick where it met, his hand lingering at your waist as if reluctant to let go.
your pulse was still racing, echoing in your ears, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. only when the pounding in his chest began to slow did he shift, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your damp temple before he eased back.
he slipped out of you carefully, and you felt the loss immediately, a faint ache blooming in its place. with a quiet exhale he dropped onto the bed beside you, arm brushing yours, both of you staring up at the ceiling, wrapped in the silence that only came after being completely undone together.
you stayed silent, the only sound in the room your uneven breaths. he pulled you into his chest, warm and solid, and you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your cheek. âgod, when did you get so good at this?â you said, your voice rough with laughter.
he gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest as if youâd wounded him. âwhen was i ever not good?â he said, eyes wide in mock offense.
âyouâve always been amazing,â you admitted quickly, tracing lazy circles on his skin, âi mean, no one else has made me feel this way, but⊠you just seem to get better every time.â
his lips curved into a soft smile, the kind that made your chest ache. âand you just keep getting more perfect,â he said, pressing a slow, tender kiss to the top of your head, lingering there like he never wanted to move.
âhow long do you plan to stay in london?â he asked after a moment, his voice quieter, almost careful.
âforever i guess,â you murmured, the certainty surprising even you.
âand you donât think youâll miss home?â he said, his hand smoothing down your back absentmindedly.
âwhy would i? i was never home in guernsey unless you were there. i feel more at home with you here than i ever did there without you,â you said, and the truth of it settled heavy and warm between you.
he smiled then, a big cheesy grin that lit up his whole face. âiâve lived here for years and never once did i feel at home until now.â
you tilted your head up, meeting his eyes before leaning in to press one last deep kiss to his lips, slow and certain. âi donât ever want to miss you again,â you whispered against his mouth.
âyou wonât,â he said with a laugh, brushing his thumb across your cheek, âweâre both in the same place now, permanently. you wonât get a chance to miss me.â
you laughed with him, the sound spilling out easier than it had in months. âgood,â you said, and for the first time, it felt like the word was enough.
woke up to a little treatđ„č thank u so much my loves! hopefully got a fic out tonight, just been struggling to write recently (no motivation + i have been hating everything i write) but im hoping to get back on track asap! thank u guys so so so much, ily allđ€
do you not like ab? your post where you said you havenât warmed to him makes it sound like you donât like him, just wondering :)
i definitely donât dislike him, heâs just doesnât really interest me. i only ever watch him in other peoples content and i donât really pay much attention to him.
mmm mmm mm the reader has recently started dating Will and they go to a fancy event and she sees him wearing a suit for the first time đ«Š and Will is really smug about it over the reader getting flustered
you find him before he finds you - or at least, thatâs what you tell yourself.
youâve only seen will in suits once, maybe twice, both times from main channel videos, half-lit and purposeless but fun.
but this? this is something else entirely, and you don't know how to be normal about the sight that'd blessed your eyes. the lighting in the room is warm and low, all chandeliers, polished glass, and buckets of champagne, but heâs standing in the corner of the room like he belongs there. black suit, no tie, top two buttons undone just enough to be decent, showing off his pearl necklace.
he lifts his glass and sips on the expensive drink slowly, turning to meet your gaze.
he smirks at your staring, and you feel the weight of his look instantly - the blush you knew was adorning your cheeks, the shift in your posture, that flicker you knew all to well, of something low in your stomach. you try to play it cool, to steady your movements - but by the time he starts walking toward you, itâs too late.
heâs grinning before he even opens his mouth. âwell,â he says, voice low and casual. âi didnât quite expect to have this much of an effect tonight, you're practically gawping.â
you blink at him. âyouâre very confident, william.â
ââm dressed appropriately for a smart occasion,â he says, smirking.
you give him a once-over, slow and deliberate, because he fucking deserves to know what heâs doing to you.
âoh piss off, thatâs not appropriate - you're practically flashing everyone at the venue,â you murmur, cheeks reddening.
he chuckles - actual, smug laughter - and tips his head slightly as he steps in closer. âmmm,â he hums, unbothered. âthat flustered look on your face? very cute, and all because i'm dressed a bit fancy?â
âflustered?â you scoff, turning a little too sharply on your heel to be casual. âplease, don't flatter yourself.â
he follows, easily falling into step beside you, hand brushing the small of your back in a way thatâs far too calculated to be innocent.
your breath catches - he knows.
you narrow your eyes. âyou wore that just to show off, didnât you?â
âi wore it for the occasion,â he says. âthe top buttons, however? that was f'you.â
you glance down - and he tries to catch your eye, he knows exactly what heâs doing and you hate how well itâs working.
âi could undo a few more,â he adds, voice dropping lower, âif youâre feeling overwhelmed. distracted, possibly?â
âyouâre a dickhead.â
âyou can complain about that all you want,â he says, leaning in close, lips brushing your ear, âbut don't act like you don't want to drag me into the nearest bathroom right now.â
you finally let yourself smile - warm and helpless. âgod, youâre smug.â
you donât plan on dragging him anywhere. thatâs the part that gets you, you genuinely donât. youâre trying to be normal and like a functioning adult at a fancy event.
but then will leans in again, not even saying anything this time, and lets his fingertips just barely trail along the exposed skin at your waist where your dress dips open.
you shoot him a look and he finishes his champagne, setting the glass down neatly on a table, and offers his hand - as if he hadn't just been winding you up for the last hour.
you take it anyway. he guides you through the crowd like itâs nothing. only you know the subtle pressure of his thumb tracing lazy circles into your skin. only you can feel your pulse hammering in your chest.
the door you find is marked staff only. "not quite the bathroom like promised, but it'll do."
will glances down the hall, presses the handle, and pulls you inside with the same quiet, effortless confidence heâs worn all evening. the door clicks shut behind you.
you turn to face him to say something, but his hands are already at your waist, pulling you in.
âyou knew what you were doing,â you whisper, hands sliding up over the smooth lapels of his jacket.
he hums, pressing a slow kiss to your jaw. âso did you, darlin'.â
âdon't recall being a windup merchant the whole evening.â
âyou wore that dress,â he says, voice warm against your neck. âyou knew exactly how tonight was going to-.â
youâre not sure who leans in first - doesnât matter. youâre kissing him before the sentence finishes, one hand tangled in his mullet, the other fisting in the fabric at his chest.
âis this what you wanted?â you ask, somewhere between annoyed and breathless.
"the fuck do you mean what i wanted? you've been the one acting up all night, don't take that attitude with me, pet."
riled up and unable to back down you retort, "like i said, not my fault you're a show off, will."
will places his large hand on your shoulder, the other remaining on your waist, before promptly backing into a wall, recapturing your lips in a searing kiss as your back collides with the wall.
"i fuckin' told you to stop being all mouthy, n' look at you. can't help yourself," he murmurs, one finger under your chin forcing eye contact,"y' got such a pretty mouth, darling, why not show us instead of being chopsy eh?"
you immediately made work on undoing the flies of his black slacks, then his boxers, watching intently as his cock springs free, slapping lightly against his stomach. you don't waste another minute before swirling your tongue around his tip, then hollowing out your cheeks as he begins to fuck your throat.
he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail as a series of low groans escape his mouth when he feels the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he rolls his hips against it, begging for more stimulation.
"fuckin' hell pet, god you look good like this, 'm not sure how much longer i can last."
upon hearing will's voice, low and raspy, you sped up your movements, switching between leaving measured licks at the underside of his cock and allowing him to fuck your face, his movements becoming more sporadic as he reaches his peak, cum spilling down your throat, before pulling out of your mouth with a 'pop'.
"god, you're so fuckin' good for me, baby, only fair i return the favour," he says, pulling you up and taking your hand, you both walk over to the sofa that was in the room, before he pushes you down onto it, bunching up your dress to around your hips as he presses his thumb roughly against your clothed core.
you let out a gasp as he hooks his fingers round the material, pulling it down and immediately attacking your cunt with his tongue, relishing your moans as you run your hands through his mullet.
"you're so beautiful like this, doll, all for me, god i'm lucky."
it's almost incredible how he can say the sweetest things while he absolutely destroys you, lips enclosed around your clit, fingers pumping deftly in and out your cunt, bringing you closer to the edge as his digit hit the spot that had you seeing stars. "fuck will, i'm so close."
will then pulled his head from where he was between your legs, swirling his tongue around his fingers before he flips you over, your front pressed against the arm of the sofa, before gently trailing kisses down your back.
"shh s'alright pet, 'm sorry - i've just been thinkin' about you over the side of this fuckin' settee since i've seen it. that all good w'you darling?"
you nod in response, but will tugs at your hair, so he could look at you completely.
"can't hear you sweet thing, or are you just so fucked out already y' can't talk? earlier you couldn't stop mouthin' off, what's with the switch? d'you want to still carry on?" despite the teasing, he scanned your face for a sign of discomfort. when he didn't see any, and you confirmed with a barely coherent "do want this will please", he lined his cock up to your entrance, teasing your clit with his tip, tearing a loud moan from your throat.
will delivers a light slap to the back of your thigh, warning you about the noise, the same hand moving to around your hips as he pushes into you, hard and fast.
"fuckin' hell, y'so tight for me, feel so perfect around me baby."
you push back onto will's cock, his movements combined with yours had you making pornographic sounds as the hand round your hair moved so he could circle his thumb on your throbbing bundle of nerves. you were glad he was strong enough to hold you up, otherwise you'd be gone.
"you look so hot like this, taking me like a good girl. was all this, because i wore a suit with a couple buttons undone? i should do it more often if it gets this reaction."
your pussy fluttered around him, spurring on his impending orgasm, cheeks heating at the praise.
"'m gonna cum," you exclaimed, tits bouncing as he slammed into you brutally, helping you chase your high. you came with a series of moans that escaped, despite you biting the sofa to quiet yourself down.
you could tell will wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing sloppy as you felt hot ropes of cum shoot into your cunt, groaning as you milk him dry.
he pulls out, before lifting his boxers and trousers, getting himself decent before pulling you onto his lap carefully, redressing you as he kissed softly along your jawline.
"c'mon let's get home love, don't think the event could top this."
summary: based off this request - you and harry are expecting a baby
content: fluff, family dynamic, dad!bog
word count: 2.9k
alys notes: thank you anon for this request!! i loved writing life as we know it. sorry if theres any mistakes i rushed this all today lol
you didnât plan to get pregnant this early into yours and harryâs relationship. two years together wasnât nothing, but it still felt⊠new in some ways. and yeah, you already had a daughter â your whole world â but the topic of you and harry having children together had never been more than a fleeting thought.
he loved your little girl like she was his own, never once making her feel like she was anything less than his family. and she adored him, always reaching for his hand, always asking where he was, always lighting up when he came home. but this⊠this was different.
you canât pretend your heart didnât sink when you saw the two faint lines appear on the pregnancy test. it was like the air left the room. your hands shook, your chest tightened, and for a few seconds you just stared, willing the lines to fade, to disappear, to mean something else entirely.
because it wasnât that you didnât want another child someday â it was that someday felt far away. you werenât ready for now. not with the balance youâd just found, the rhythm the three of you had finally settled into.
you thought about how harry would react. maybe heâd be happy. maybe heâd panic. maybe heâd do both in the space of five minutes. you thought about your daughter, how sheâd take it, how her little world might feel different. you thought about yourself, your body, the long months ahead, the way your life would shift again.
you sat there in the quiet bathroom, test clutched loosely in your hand, a dozen thoughts crashing into each other at once. you could hear the faint sound of the tv from the living room, harryâs low voice as he read something aloud to her.
and for the first time in a long while, you didnât know if you were ready to open the door.
you were scared to tell him â scared of how heâd react, scared of what it might mean for the life youâd only just started building together. so you waited. you waited until ava was asleep in her bed, her favourite teddy tucked under her chin. you waited until the toys were put away, the dishes were done, the house was still. you waited until the two of you were in bed, the world outside quiet, so thereâd be nothing to distract from what you had to say.
âharry?â you said softly. you were lying on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing, his hand lazily stroking your hair. the tv played something low in the background, but neither of you were really watching it.
âyeah, love?â he murmured, voice warm, eyes still on the screen.
âi need to tell you something,â you said, the words sticking slightly in your throat.
that got his attention. his gaze flicked down to you, brows drawing together, a hint of concern in his expression. âwhatâs up?â
you didnât answer right away. instead, you shifted, sitting up against the headboard. his eyes followed you, searching your face for clues. you reached over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer with trembling fingers, and took out the small white stick youâd tucked there hours ago.
you didnât speak as you handed it to him.
he looked down at it, his eyes scanning the small window, lingering on the two faint pink lines. for a second, there was no reaction â just silence, his thumb brushing over the plastic as if to make sure it was real. then his gaze lifted back to yours, and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.
âis this⊠are youâŠ?â he asked, his voice low, his expression impossible to read.
you swallowed hard and nodded. âi know we didnât plan for this, and i know itâs so, so soon, and you donât have to say anything just yet, you can think about it for a while, butââ
he didnât let you finish. instead, he reached for you, pulling you straight into his arms, holding you tight against his chest.
âweâre having a baby?â he said, his voice almost disbelieving but warm.
âyeah,â you breathed, your face pressed into his shoulder. âweâre having a baby.â
he pulled back just enough to see your face, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he kissed youâquick, smiling kisses between each word. âthis is amazing news. i canât believe weâre actually having a baby!â his eyes were bright now, his face lit up with pure excitement.
âyouâre⊠okay with it?â you asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
âof course i am!â he said without a secondâs hesitation.
âi mean, we just⊠never really talked about it,â you said softly.
âlisten,â he said, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down your cheek. âi know avaâs dad wasnât up for it, but i am. iâm up for all of it. i want this life. with you. with her. with⊠them.â
you smiled, blinking rapidly to chase away the flood of happy tears threatening to fall. you leaned in and kissed him again, your hands fisting in the fabric of his t-shirt.
âyouâre going to be a dad,â you said, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.
he smiled, his forehead resting against yours, his hand resting on your stomach. âi already am,â he said.
and for the first time since you saw those two pink lines, the fear in your chest gave way to something bigger â something warm and steady. you werenât doing this alone. not this time.
you told ava a few weeks later, once youâd had time to settle into the idea yourself. you sat her down on the couch, harry beside you, his hand warm on your knee. she was swinging her legs, clutching her teddy, looking between you both like she knew something was up.
âweâve got some news,â you started gently, smiling at her curious little face. âyouâre going to be a big sister.â
her mouth dropped open in a perfect little âoâ before she squealed, bouncing up and down on the cushions. âreally? really really?â
âreally really,â harry confirmed, grinning as she launched herself into his lap.
âcan we have the baby now?â she asked instantly, eyes wide with genuine impatience.
you laughed, brushing a curl from her forehead. ânot just yet, sweetheart. the babyâs still growing in mummyâs tummy. itâs going to take a little while.â
she frowned for a second, clearly disappointed, but it didnât last long. within moments she was rattling off a list of names, some sweet, some completely ridiculous, and a few that were clearly inspired by her favourite tv characters.
âwhat about sparkle? or cupcake? or⊠jellybean! ooh, i know, we should name them dinosaur if itâs a boy.â
âdinosaur?â harry laughed, pretending to jot it down in the air. âiâll put that on the list.â
âno, i get to name the baby,â she said seriously, pointing at both of you like she was laying down a law. âbecause iâm the big sister and thatâs the rule.â
you exchanged an amused glance with harry, neither of you having the heart to argue.
âweâll see,â you said, smiling as she snuggled back into you, already talking about where the baby would sleep, what toys theyâd play with, and how sheâd teach them everything.
and just like that, it wasnât just your news anymoreâit was hers too.
when it came to the gender reveal, you didnât want anything extravagant or over the top â no big parties, no confetti cannons, no crowd of people. just you, harry, and ava in your living room, making the moment yours.
you had a little cardboard box set on the coffee table, sealed shut with tape, and inside was a single balloon â either pink or blue. harry had been grinning all morning, unable to hide his excitement, and ava had been bouncing around the house, desperate to know if she was getting a brother or a sister.
âgo on, baby girl,â you said, kneeling beside her as she tugged at the tape. harry crouched on her other side, his hand on her back, just as eager.
she peeled the lid open, and the second it lifted, a big, shiny blue balloon floated free, drifting up to your ceiling.
harryâs face lit up instantly â joy, surprise, pure happiness all at once. ava let out the loudest squeal, jumping in place like she could barely keep still. you just stared for a moment, your hand over your mouth, the reality sinking in.
âmummy, does that mean iâm getting a brother?â ava asked, her voice full of wonder.
âyeah, baby girl,â you said, pulling her into your arms. âyouâre getting a brother.â
harry turned to you, eyes wide, cheeks flushed with excitement. âweâre having a baby boy!â
âyeah, we are!â you laughed, unable to stop smiling.
he wrapped both arms around you and ava at once, pulling you into a tight family hug. the three of you stood there, tangled together, tears slipping down your cheeks and laughter filling the room.
âdoes this mean weâre naming the baby dinosaur?â you asked, glancing down at ava with a playful smile.
âyes, mummy!â she said without hesitation, her little arms squeezing you tighter.
and in that moment â your daughter giggling, harry kissing the side of your head, the blue balloon swaying gently against the ceiling â you couldnât imagine your life any other way.
you didnât think harry would be so excited for all the boring parts â the endless lists, the shop trips, the research that made your eyes blur. but honestly, he thrived.
picking out the perfect pram became his personal mission. he compared models like he was buying a luxury car, pushing them up and down the aisles to âtest the suspension,â checking the folding mechanisms until the store assistants were smirking.
when it came to the nursery, youâd expected him to shrug and let you decide, but instead, he was in the paint aisle holding up swatches against the light, debating the subtle difference between âcloud greyâ and âmorning mist.â heâd text you photos of tiny dungarees or knitted hats from wherever he happened to be, proudly declaring, âgot this for baby boyâ
he read reviews on nappies like they were restaurant critiques, insisting on finding the softest, most leak-proof option available. he even started a spreadsheet, because âorganisation is half the battle.â
and you couldnât help but admire him. not just for the way he threw himself into it, but for the way it was all so genuine. he wasnât just preparing for a baby â he was building a home, a life, a world that your baby would arrive into knowing he was loved in every single detail.
sometimes youâd just watch him, crouched on the floor assembling a cot with his hair falling into his face, and think, yeah⊠this is the man Iâm doing life with.
it happened in the middle of the night â quiet, still, the kind of dark where the whole world feels like itâs sleeping. harry was sleeping, breathing deeply. ava was across the hall in her little bed, probably curled up with her teddy. and you were pacing the length of your bedroom, phone in hand, timing the minutes between each tightening in your stomach.
you told yourself it could be a false alarm. no point in waking harry yet. no point in making a fuss if it was just your body playing tricks on you. but then, as you made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, it happened â sudden, certain, unmistakable. your waters broke right there on the kitchen floor.
it was real.
your hands shook as you grabbed your phone, calling your mum first. âitâs time,â you told her, trying to sound calmer than you felt. she didnât hesitate â said sheâd be there in ten minutes.
you rushed into the bedroom, flicking the light on. âharry,â you said, your voice urgent enough to pull him from sleep instantly.
he was up in seconds, no questions asked, already moving around the room, grabbing the hospital bag, throwing on clothes.
by the time your mum arrived, you were at the door, shoes half on, adrenaline pushing you forward. she hugged you both quickly, whispering a shaky âcongratulationsâ before shooing you out. âgo on, go! iâve got ava, sheâll be fine.â
harry helped you into the car, and even though you could feel his nerves radiating off him, he drove so carefully â both hands tight on the wheel, eyes flicking between the road and you, barely going over the speed limit.
when you finally got to the hospital, he was a whirlwind of movement. pacing up and down the corridor, stopping every midwife and nurse who passed with questions â how long would it be, what did you need, were you comfortable enough? he kept glancing at you like he was ready to jump in and fix anything you asked for.
you could tell he was nervous. but under it all, there was something else too â pure, steady determination. he was here. he was ready. and this time, you werenât doing it alone.
the baby came early the next morning, the first rays of daylight spilling into the room just as his tiny cry filled the air. everything after that felt like a blur â nurses moving around you, soft voices, the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat in your ears. but then they placed him in your arms, and the world seemed to go still.
he was so small, warm, and impossibly perfect. you traced the curve of his cheek with your fingertip, unable to look away. harry was right there beside you, leaning over, his eyes fixed on the tiny face nestled against your chest.
youâd seen harry in a hundred different moods â playful, serious, tired, excited â but youâd never seen this. he stared down at your baby boy like he was the most precious thing in the world, like the rest of the hospital could have vanished and he wouldnât have noticed.
when you finally passed the baby to him, his hands were careful, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid to breathe too hard in case he disturbed him. but once that little body was tucked into his arms, harryâs whole face softened.
âhi, mate,â he whispered, his thumb brushing over the babyâs tiny fist. âiâm your dad.â
his voice cracked slightly on the word dad, but he didnât seem to care. he just kept looking, memorising every feature â the dark lashes against pale skin, the way his nose wrinkled in his sleep, the steady rise and fall of his chest.
you watched them together, your heart so full it almost hurt.
harry glanced up at you, his eyes glassy but smiling. âheâs⊠heâs ours,â he said, like he still couldnât quite believe it.
âyeah,â you murmured, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks. âheâs ours.â
and in that quiet hospital room, with your son in his arms, harry looked absolutely in love â not just with the baby, but with the life the three of you had just stepped into.
when you brought him home the next day, the house felt different â warmer somehow, even though you were both running on barely any sleep. ava was waiting by the door with your mum, practically bouncing out of her skin, her little hands clasped in front of her like she might explode if she didnât see him immediately.
the moment harry stepped through the door, she was right there, peeking into the car seat with wide eyes. âheâs so small,â she whispered, almost in awe.
you settled onto the couch and gently placed her baby brother in her lap, your hands still supporting him. she cradled him like he was made of glass, pressing soft kisses onto his fuzzy head. âhi, baby,â she said in a voice so sweet it made your chest ache.
âwhatâs he called!â she asked suddenly, looking up at you both with expectant eyes.
âwell,â harry started with a little grin, âsorry to break your little heart, but heâs not called dinosaur.â
ava giggled. âgood, i donât like that name anymore,â she said matter-of-factly, brushing a fingertip across her brotherâs tiny hand.
âwell,â you said, smiling, âheâs called noah.â
avaâs whole face lit up. âi love it!â she declared, giving him another kiss.
you and harry exchanged a glance over her head, both of you smiling in that quiet, wordless way that said everything â this was your family now. all four of you.
that evening, after the visitors had gone and the house was quiet, you found yourselves all curled up together on the couch â harry with noah sleeping soundly against his chest, ava tucked into your side, her head on your shoulder.
the only light came from the lamp in the corner, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. harry reached over with his free hand, lacing his fingers through yours, and for a long time, none of you spoke. there was no need.
you glanced at ava, her eyelids drooping but her hand still resting gently on her baby brotherâs tiny foot. harry caught your gaze and smiled, a soft, tired, we did it kind of smile.
and in that moment, with both your children safe in your arms and the man you loved holding you all together, you realised this â this was it. the life you hadnât planned but somehow had always been meant for.
i have smut burnout. i have officially forgotten how to write smut. my smut writing abilities have gone. please forgive me.
jokes but i genuinely cannot finish the harry smut i have in the drafts rn because my brain just isnât working, instead you may get a pt 2 to life as we know it tonight whilst i figure out what happened to my smuttiness.
will had been in a weird mood for a few days now. not angry exactly, not snappy or rude, just⊠off. quieter than usual, a little distant. he wasnât saying anything about it, of course. every time you asked, he just shrugged and said he was fine, or made some joke to change the subject. you knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him, and this definitely was.
youâd been trying to piece it together, thinking back through the last few days, trying to figure out when the shift had happened. that morning heâd been completely normal, kissed you goodbye, made some dumb joke while he got ready, left for work like any other day. heâd filmed a video, edited for a bit, and then came home for lunch. he was fine then too. maybe a little tired, but still smiling, still himself.
but after lunch, he went to a moresidemen shoot. and when he came home that evening, something had changed. he didnât want to talk about it. just said it was fine when you asked how the shoot went, then quickly steered the conversation somewhere else. he wasnât rude, just kind of⊠avoidant. closed off. he didnât seem mad at you, but you could tell something had stuck with him.
since then, heâd been a little clingier, holding you longer than usual when you hugged, pulling you closer in bed at night, texting you more than he normally would throughout the day. little things. almost like he needed reassurance but didnât want to ask for it out loud.
you let it be for a while, figuring heâd talk when he was ready. but you couldnât help the way it tugged at your brain, the curiosity slowly building into worry. what had happened at that shoot? why was he being like this?
then the video came out.
it was a âwho knows the sidemen bestâ video. three teams of youtubers, buzzing energy, stupid challenges. will was on one of the teams, sitting between chris and theo, grinning, throwing out sarcastic jabs and laughing like nothing in the world could bother him.
at first, it was all fun. the kind of video youâd seen a hundred times before, familiar faces, harmless jokes, everyone having a good time. will seemed relaxed, smiling properly, not just that fake on-camera kind of smile. he was enjoying himself. laughing freely, answering questions, teasing the other teams. you found yourself smiling too, watching him be so unapologetically himself.
and then it happened.
one of the questions came up, the kind thatâs meant to stir the pot, get a rise out of people. âwhich of the sidemen used to fancy willâs girlfriend?â
you didnât even see who asked it. the room broke into immediate noise, laughter and shouts, reactions all over the place. but your eyes were already locked on will.
his face dropped. not fully, just a flicker, but it was enough. enough to know that it hit somewhere real. he still laughed, still played along like it was nothing, but something shifted. the sparkle in his eyes dulled a bit. the laughter got quieter. he shifted in his seat, more reserved now. you could see it â the slow pull-back. the wall going up.
his team wrote down a few names as a joke. someone on another team even said, âpretty sure most of them did at some point,â which earned more laughs. but when it came time for the reveal, all the teams had written the same name:
harry.
and suddenly the whole thing turned into a roast. everyone piling on, half-laughing, half-serious, making jokes at willâs expense. harry looked properly embarrassed, red in the face, trying to deflect, but no one let it go. will sat there, quiet now, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. he wasnât smiling anymore. not really.
and you understood instantly.
you knew about harry. knew heâd had a thing for you back in your early career, before you and will were ever a thing. it had never gone anywhere, never even got close, but yeah, heâd liked you. made it obvious. youâd known the sidemen before will, been around their circle for a while, and they were actually the ones who introduced you to him. you and will hit it off naturally, and anything about harry had been forgotten.
and now, years later, someone had dragged that memory out into the open, put it on display in front of the entire internet. turned it into a game. a joke.
and will⊠will had to sit there and smile through it. pretend it didnât bother him. pretend it wasnât eating at him that his friends had made something so personal into content.
you felt a knot tighten in your chest. it all made sense now â the quiet mood, the avoidance, the clinginess. it wasnât jealousy. it was hurt. he felt disrespected. blindsided. like some unspoken line had been crossed.
as far as you were aware, will had no idea about harry. itâs not like you had anything to hide, he had a crush on you, nothing happened, and then you met will. what pissed him off was that everyone knew â and no one had the sense to keep it private. theyâd made it into a laugh, and he was expected to be okay with that.
you paused the video.
and for the first time in days, you didnât just wonder what was wrong, you knew.
he got home late that night, just past ten, the front door creaking open quietly like he didnât want to disturb anything. you were already curled up on the sofa, lamp on low, waiting for him.
he smiled when he saw you. that familiar, soft smile that was only ever meant for you. his arms wrapped around you without hesitation, pulling you close, burying his face in your neck for a second before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
âhey, love,â he murmured. âhow was your day?â
you answered him, told him about something small and stupid that happened at work, and he listened, nodded, laughed at the right part. and for a second, you almost let it go. almost let the night go on like nothing was sitting heavy between you.
but it was there, thick in the air, pressing against your chest.
you couldnât hold it in.
âi watched the sidemen video today,â you said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
his arms went still. he didnât move for a beat, then slowly pulled back, just enough to look at you, except he didnât. his eyes shifted away, focused on something just past your shoulder. his jaw tensed slightly. you felt his grip loosen, like he was already retreating before the conversation even started.
âoh yeah?â he said, tone neutral, maybe too neutral.
you nodded. âthe one you were in.â
he scratched the back of his neck, still not looking at you. âright. that one.â
you watched him carefully. the way his body language shifted â closed off, guarded, like he was bracing for something. he didnât want to talk about it. that much was clear. but he also knew why you were bringing it up. you could see it all over him with the way his jaw clenched, the way his foot started tapping absently against the floor.
âwill,â you said gently, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. âyou know i donât care about any of that. it was years ago. before you and me.â
he nodded once, quickly. âi know.â
but his voice was tight, and his eyes still wouldnât meet yours.
âthen why wonât you talk to me about it?â you asked, softer now. âwhyâve you been acting like none of it bothered you?â
he sighed. not loud, not dramatic. just a quiet, worn-out sound, like he didnât have the energy to keep pretending.
âbecause itâs fucking embarrassing,â he muttered finally, eyes flicking up to yours for a moment before dropping again. âitâs not about harry. itâs not about you. itâs just⊠i had to sit there, blindsided while everyone laughed like it was hilarious that my girlfriend used to be someone elseâs crush and i had no idea. like i was the joke. and i couldnât say anything. couldnât react, because if i did, iâd be called sensitive or jealous or whatever.âhe shrugged, like he was trying to brush it off. âso i just sat there like an idiot. let them laugh. and now itâs on the internet forever.â
you stayed quiet, letting him speak, letting him get it out.
âi know it was years ago. i trust you. i justâŠâ he finally looked at you properly, eyes soft but tired. âi didnât like feeling like a punchline. especially not about something that actually matters to me.â
âiâm sorry i never told you,â you said softly, your thumb brushing over his hand. âitâs not fair that you found out that way. but nothing ever happened between me and him, he never said anything to me. it was just whispers from other people back then. stuff i never thought mattered.â
will was quiet for a second, just looking at you, his expression unreadable. you couldnât tell if he was hurt, or just tired of holding onto it all.
but then he nodded slowly. âyou had no reason to tell me,â he said, voice low. âi trust you if you say nothing happened. i do. it was just annoying, you know? finding out like that, on camera, in front of everyone. being laughed at over it. i felt like the last one to know something that had my name in it.â
his words werenât angry. just honest. raw. you could feel how long heâd been holding it in â the quiet sting of it.
you reached up and cupped his face gently, your fingers resting against his jaw. âyou werenât the joke, will. youâre the one i chose. the only one iâve ever really wanted. it was never harry, it was never anyone else.â
he exhaled, something in his shoulders easing at your words. then, finally, he looked at you properly, his eyes soft, tired, but clear. the kind of look he only gave you when he let his guard down.
âi know,â he whispered.
then he leaned in, pressing a slow, warm kiss to your lips, like he needed to feel it, to anchor himself to something real.
his eyes were soft now, pulling you in just a little closer. âand anyway,â you said with a sly smile, ânext time they bring it up, you can tell them youâre the one fucking meâ
willâs smirk grew darker, a spark lighting in his eyes. you stepped closer, your hand sliding up to rest lightly at the back of his neck.
âoh yeah?â he challenged, voice low and teasing.
âyeah,â you whispered, voice thick with promise, âyou can tell them all about how good i look on my knees for you.â
his grin widened, and without breaking eye contact, he pulled you even closer. the tension between you was electric, filled with quiet confidence and something thrillingly dangerous.
his grin lingered, eyes dark and gleaming as he leaned in closer, the heat between you thickening with every second. âwhat else?â he asked, voice low and teasing, like a challenge you couldnât resist.
you smiled, your breath warm as you leaned in, fingers lightly tracing the curve of his jaw before your lips brushed just behind his ear. âyou can tell them exactly how good my lips look when theyâre wrapped around your cock,â you whispered, letting the words hang heavy in the air.
his breath hitched, chest rising a little faster, and your hands slid down to the waistband of his jeans. your fingers pressed through the fabric, palming him slowly, deliberately, enough to make him shiver under your touch.
âmight have to remind me,â he murmured, voice catching with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, hunger, maybe.
your fingers worked at the button of his jeans, slow and teasing, your thumb brushing over the metal again and again before finally slipping the button free. you slid the zipper down carefully, your hand moving with purpose as you eased the jeans down just enough to expose the top of his boxers.
your other hand followed, tugging his boxers down alongside the jeans, exposing more of him inch by inch. he swallowed hard, eyes locked on yours, breath shaky but steady.
his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you down to your knees. you looked up at him, your eyes soft, full of trust. his other hand slid down to wrap around his cock, lining it up with your lips. his grip tightened slightly in your hair, guiding you as he moved forward.
you took him slowly, meeting him halfway, lips closing gently around him. he let out a quiet grunt of approval, pushing you down just enough until you took all of him.
you moved slowly, letting him set the pace as your lips closed around him with soft pressure, matching his rhythm carefully. willâs hands were steady, one resting lightly on the back of your head, guiding you with a gentle firmness that sent shivers down your spine.
his breathing grew heavier, the low grunts escaping him mixing with the quiet sound of your shared breaths. as his patience thinned, his hips began to thrust forward with more insistence, a sharp intensity that made the air between you crackle.
the sensations built quickly â a delicious mix of tension and need â and you felt the edges of tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the closeness and the rawness of of him fucking your face.
willâs voice dropped to a husky whisper, âwanna tell them how good you look when your face is covered in my cum.â
you nodded slowly, words caught in your throat, but your eyes locked with his, full of trust and a silent promise. in that space, nothing else mattered, just the two of you, tangled in something fierce and real, the world fading away beyond the door.
will thrust a few more times, slow and deliberate, before pulling out carefully, resting his cock on your upper lip. he came on your face, letting a few drops drip down your lips and chin, catching the dim light like tiny pearls.
he reached up, tilting your head gently to meet his gaze, eyes burning with a mix of adoration and hunger. âso fucking gorgeous,â he murmured, voice rough but full of something tender, âso fucking mine.â
his thumb brushed over your chin, wiping away the stray drops with slow, deliberate care. then, sliding his thumb past your lips, he let you suck on it, drawing every last drop with quiet intimacy.
he pulled you up to your feet, his hands firm but careful as he drew you into another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier, filled with a raw urgency. his fingers stayed tangled in your hair, holding you close, while his other hand pressed firmly against your waist, grounding you both in the moment.
when he finally pulled away, his eyes dark with desire, he nodded toward the couch. âbend over for me, sweetheart,â he said, voice low and commanding.
you didnât hesitate. sliding forward, you leaned over the couch, the curve of your body pressing into the soft fabric, your ass lifted just the way he liked. the air between you crackled, heavy with anticipation and trust, every second building toward what was coming next.
he came up behind you, hands gripping your hips firmly, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you let out a soft, breathy groan. willâs touch was both possessive, grounding you in the moment.
his fingers slipped under the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling them down along with your thong, exposing the smooth skin beneath. he paused, his gaze lingering as his fingertips traced light, teasing paths across your bare cunt.
a low, amused sound escaped him. âhmm, canât wait to tell them how wet you get for me,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
he stayed close behind you, fingers teasing lightly, never letting you pull away. when you tried to shift back into his touch, his grip on your waist tightened just enough to hold you steady.
âso needy,â he murmured, voice low and amused.
âwill, please,â you breathed, voice soft but desperate.
a small laugh rumbled from behind you. âdesperate, are we?â he teased. you nodded, unable to say more.
then, almost imperceptibly at first, the tip of him pressed gently against you, hard and heavy, a quiet promise of what was to come.
you stayed still, knowing that moving now would only delay what you wanted most. so you waited, every breath and heartbeat stretched tight with anticipation.
he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping your waist tightly to steady you. a sharp gasp escaped you at the familiar stretch, every time it caught you off guard, stunning in its intensity.
he stayed slow at first, moving in and out with careful precision, savoring every inch, every moment of connection between you. then, without warning, his pace quickened, thrusting harder, faster, filling the room with the sound of skin meeting skin.
your moans mingled with the rhythm, soft and breathy, the tension building with each movement until it felt like you might shatter.
the world around you blurred, leaving only the heat between you, raw and undeniable.
he leaned closer, his voice low and rough as his hips slammed against you. âgonna tell them how good you look from behind,â he said, each word punctuated by the steady rhythm of his thrusts.
you nodded, breath catching in your throat. âplease,â you whispered, desperate and eager.
âgonna tell them how good you take my cock,â he growled, and the raw heat of his words sent a shiver straight through you.
every thrust was electric, jolts of pleasure racing through your body as your breaths came faster, struggling to keep pace with the mounting intensity between you.
âwill, iâm close!â you gasped, breath catching as the rush built inside you.
âgood, baby,â he murmured, voice low and urgent. âfinish on my cock.â
he kept thrusting, steady and relentless, driving you higher until your legs trembled beneath you, heart pounding wild in your chest. waves of pleasure crashed over you, overwhelming and intense, spilling out between you both.
but he didnât stop, his own breath growing ragged as he chased his own release, pushing through the haze, lost in the fierce connection only you could share.
his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering just slightly, so subtle you barely noticed, but enough to shift the whole rhythm between you. with a few powerful thrusts, he slammed into you again, each one sending a fresh wave of heat and tension through your body.
then, slowly, he began to ease back, the pace dropping as the urgency melted into something softer, deeper. you felt him shiver inside you as he came, his grip tightening around your waist before finally stilling as he finished.
you stayed like that for a long moment, his warmth filling you completely, his breath warm against your skin. his head rested gently on your back, fingers tracing lazy circles along your waist, grounding you both in the shared aftermath.
the only sounds were the soft mingling of your breaths, heavy and uneven, the quiet thump of your hearts trying to settle after the storm. time seemed to stretch, like a fragile bubble holding just the two of you, away from the world.
and then, slowly, he pulled out, and the sudden emptiness hit you like a wave â a sharp contrast to the fullness youâd just felt.
he slid his jeans and boxers back on with practiced ease. he settled back onto the couch, pulling you down with him so you were cradled against his chest.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, grounding and warm, as if to hold you close against the shift from heat to calm. you rested your head against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath you.
for a while, you just stayed there â quiet, tangled together, wrapped in the quiet aftermath that only the two of you could share. the world outside could wait. here, in this moment, everything was exactly where it was meant to be.
âyou in a better mood now?â you asked, voice soft but teasing.
he let out a small, breathy laugh. âoh yeah, much better.â
âif i knew fucking me wouldâve cheered you up this much, i wouldâve done this days ago,â you smirked.
âwish you did,â he said, smiling down at you. âspent days pissed offâcouldâve saved a lot of energy if this happened earlier.â
you laughed softly, the tension melting between you. âiâll remember that for next time.â
he pressed a small, gentle kiss to your lips. âcâmon, letâs get you cleaned up.â
he stood, pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arms around you as he guided you toward the bathroom, the easy warmth between you settling back in like home.
