NEW YEAR’S DAY
WARNING(S): mature content, sexual content, mature language, hand job (male receiving), sub!Harry, subrry, dom!reader, dom!y/n, implied subspace, very slight barely even there angst
Note: I highly recommend listening to New Years Day by Taylor Swift before reading this to get a feel for the atmosphere. Unfortunately, it is from the reputation album which means that it has yet to be re-recorded and as such, Taylor does not own it herself and would only receive a portion of the loyalties. :(
There was glitter on the floor. The candle decorating the coffee table had long since burned out. It had clearly been tipped over, the wax dripping onto the hardwood until it had cooled into little pools. Polaroids from the night before had been scattered everywhere.
Y/N had barely been able to slip out of bed, brush her teeth, and make her way down stairs for some coffee to make her head stop pounding. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear Harry’s teasing voice asking her to slow down on the drinks. She really should’ve listened to him but she was just so gosh darn excited. It was a New Years party and not just any New Years party, it was their New Years party. It was the first party that they threw as a couple and it was the first party that they hosted in the home that they had recently begun to share.
As she looked around at the mess, beer and wine bottles alike littering every room, she couldn’t really find it in herself to care. In fact, it made her feel warm and fuzzy despite the cold weather easily crept in through the tall windows that made up the majority of their walls. She would pick up bottles every New Year’s Day for as long as she lived if that meant she got to spend every midnight with Harry.
After she spent entirely too much time reminiscing on last night, she decided to take a moment to sit and enjoy the coffee that was currently keeping her usually cold fingers warm before she started cleaning up. She plopped down on the comfy couch, lost in fleeting thoughts as she watched the snow fall while sipping on her coffee.
“Hi,” Harry’s voice startled her and her hot coffee spilled over the rim of her mug and onto her soft pink pjs.
She turned to pout up at him, but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face once she saw the crooked grin on his own.
“Careful, button,” he teased before making his way over to her, “gonna ruin m’favorite pair of y’eh pjs.”
She huffed before slightly shoving him away for his comment, but eventually gave into his cuddling after he went on and on about even having brushed his teeth to be close to her since he knew morning breath gave her the ickiest feeling.
So Y/N and Harry sat the wrapped around one another, taking turns sipping coffee from the same mug. It was still early in the morning and they didn’t even have anywhere to be or anything to do all day. The silence that surrounded them was the kind that’s only comfortable when two people understand each other. Harry carefully rubbed his hands anywhere that his hands could find Y/N’s bare skin under the throw blanket they had pulled on. It was blissful.
“This is nice,” he finally spoke after what seemed like forever. He didn’t know exactly when they had shifted to lay down. Y/N’s coffee long gone as they just enjoyed being around one another. They hardly had any time to do things like this throughout the year due to their busy schedules.
“Hmm,” she hummed back, debating falling asleep in his arms for a short while again. Her eyelid felt so heavy and her blinking was getting slower and slower.
Harry watched as the love of his life rested in his arms. He loved that she felt safe enough to completely let herself fall into her sleep. It still amazes him to think that he was the one who made her feel that way. He was the one she wanted to move in with. He was the one she wanted to lay next to at night. He was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was truly something, something that left him breathless every time he remembered. The lingering thoughts of her lulled him back to sleep as well, his fingers that were tracing shapes onto her skin eventually slowing until they stopped completely. They napped the morning away together.
Harry woke up first in the afternoon. He slowly blinked away his sleepiness and looked around to get a grasp of where he was. Oh, he relaxed at the realization, he was home. He squeezed Y/N once more before slowly and cautiously moving around. He held his breath as she shuffled around hoping he hadn’t woken her up in his endeavor to start the day. His sweet girl needed to rest. She really went all out last night. Once he finally untangled himself from her, he shivered at the sudden loss of her warmth. Maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but she really did have the ability to warm him all the way down to his bones.
Seeing as he couldn’t cuddle with her all day and the cold wasn’t going away anytime soon, Harry decided to make use of their fireplace before even thinking about cleaning up the mess around him. He didn’t think twice about how the gentle glow and crackling noises might interrupt Y/N’s little nap. As he bent over to finally start picking up, Y/N’s voice had him shooting back up.
“Harry?”
He turned to see her knuckling at her eye and struggling to keep her eyes open.
“It’s alright, button. Everything alright, just go back to sleep, hmm?”
As she tried to process what he was saying, she had finally woken herself up enough to realize that he had planned to start cleaning up without her. With her eyebrows pinched in determination and her arms crossed, she huffed out a noise to emphasize her annoyance.
The noise causing him to drop the can he had just picked up. Not expecting such an agitated reaction, Harry raised his eyebrows at her.
“Got somethin’ y’eh wanna say, button?”
“You’re not supposed to start without me, she pouted up at him from her place on the couch, “you’re supposed to give me lots of cuddles and kisses until we’re both ready to start.”
She looked so cute pretending to all agitated and upset at him that Harry couldn’t help but let out a laugh or two.
“Oh, is tha’ right, button?”
His taunting only fueled her frustration.
“Yes, Harry. As a matter of fact, it is. You’re being so mean to me!”
Her words only causing more laughter to flow out of Harry’s mouth. That is until he realized that she had gone all soft and teary-eyed. His laughter immediately stopped as he pieced together that she was actually upset with him.
He quickly reached for her, but she shoved him away and continued sniffling. He was completely taken a aback. This had to be something more than just him cleaning with out her didn’t it?
“Oh, button, c’mon, wha’s wrong? Hm?”
“Y-you promised,” she whimpered out, “y’said we’d be each other’s midnight kiss for the rest of our lives and spend New Year’s Day picking up bottles together. That’s what you said!”
If he wasn’t so endeared by his little button, he’d think she was a bit insane for being worried about something as simple as this. He gently shook his head at himself when he realized that all of her crazy didn’t put him off for a second. In fact, it made him want to squeeze her in his arms and keep her there forever. He was more certain than ever in that moment that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. He knew that he had made the right choice in picking out a ring when his so called friends had told him to be careful and he just knew that despite how nervous he is, today was the right day. It was the beginning to the rest of their forever.
“C’mere, button,” he opened his arms for her which she willingly stepped into this time, “I meant what I said. I do want to be y’midnight kiss for the rest of our lives, but picking up bottles wasn’t actually a condition to that promise. I’d still want to be y’midnight kiss even if y’never helped me clean up on New Year’s Day, alright?”
She nodded into his chest, but her sniffling had yet to stop. He rubbed his palms up and down her arms hoping to sooth her further.
“My sweet button,” he paused to tilt her face up at him and give her a peck, “I’m gone f’you.”
She turned away shyly, trying to hide her face from him so she didn’t look like such a love struck fool.
“Even when I’m all snotty and start your New Years off by being all batty?”
“Even then,” he promised.
They rocked back and forth in each other’s arms until Y/N had finally accepted how much Harry loved her.
“Ready to start cleaning up now, button?”
With two sets of hands, they had finished cleaning up in no time. Together they picked up bottles, pinned the Polaroids up in the living room, and swept the glitter away. Their place looked even better than it had before the party started last night.
They made their way back upstairs. Y/N was hoping that Harry would agree to a bath with her to wash away the remaining traces of last night. Little did she know that he would say yes to just about anything she asked and little did he know that she had quietly and diligently worked on setting up a healthy snack that she knew he would enjoy on their bath tray while he cleaned up in the guest bathroom. She had really outdone herself. Harry was never reserved in showing her how much he loved her, so she wanted him to know without a doubt that her love for him had no bounds.
After getting his okay to take a bath together, they quickly undressed one another with the excitement of teenagers. Kissing one another anywhere that they could reach as they made their way to the bathroom tripping over the few pieces of clothing that had been scattered across the floor. Their eyes squeezed shut as they simply enjoyed the feeling of being in the moment. Their heavy breathing echoed through the room as Harry took a second to start the the water. Once his breath had finally caught up to him, he noticed everything Y/N had done. His favorite snack was sitting on the tray waiting for him next to some chocolate filled strawberries that he was sure she had gone back and forth about making. She had opened up the curtains to the one way window next to the tub so that the twinkly lights they had set up outside illuminated the room. She even had a bottle of his favorite champagne and two flutes set up next to a bowl of rose petals and the bath salts that he loved. She was incredible.
Before she could even figure out what was happening, he had attacked her face in kisses.
“I love you,” he spoke as if were some kind of secret before going in for a longer kiss.
She gasped when he bit at her bottom lip and then used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He teased her with gentle nudges and emphasized his movements to make sure that the sinful noises they were making were reaching her ears.
“I love you,” she mumbled back when he finally gave her the chance to come up for air.
As the water has almost filled the tub, he poured in the bath salts and rose petals while she finished pumping in the soap that they both loved.
She slipped in first for a change and gently tugged at his wrist to pull him in between her legs. Usually, she would be the one in front of him because he absolutely loved when she let him wash her hair. Today, however, she wanted to spoil him a bit and she knew how much he adored being held. That’s why he always whined up at her with exaggeratedly wide eyes when he wanted to be the little spoon.
As their aching bodies sank into the warmth of the water, Y/N began running shampoo through Harry’s curly brown locks. She massaged his head for a while as he hummed a tune she’d never heard before. Once she had washed the shampoo out and coated his hair with the leave in conditioner that he liked so much, she reached for the body wash.
Y/N asked him to lean forward and lathered soap all over his back while scratching here and there every so often. Then she moved from his shoulders down to his arms and eventually on to his chest, squeezing and kneading every place she touched. He seemed to be glowing and reveling in her gentle yet firm touches, but she wanted to give him more.
Her hand slipped lower and lower until she reached his cock. His moans and whimpers interrupting the relaxing atmosphere they had created as she slid her closed fist up and down his now hard length. His tip was dripping with arousal and he squirmed in her arms as her fingers ran over it. She used his sticky liquid to better lubricate her maneuvers.
“Uhh, button,” his head fell back on her shoulder as she squeezed with a bit more force, “please, more.”
“Yeah? Is tha’ right? Y’want more, darling?”
“Mmm,” he nodded against her neck, a few giggles leaving her mouth as his hair tickled her, “need it, please.”
“What do you need, sweet boy? Tell me what y’need.”
Her thumb rubbed over his pulsing veins and her up and down movements remained firm and steady.
“More,” he gasped out once he found the self-restraint to stop his wanton moaning, “please, faster, button. Need more, need you.”
Unable to hold back, he thrusted his hips up and pumped his cock in and out of her closed fist. His deep grunts echoed around them.
“Mm, but y’being so messy, sweetheart,” she reached for his tip again to coat her hand in his pre-cum, “look at how sticky you are.”
She pinned his hips back down with her free hand and stopped touching him long enough to spread her fingers and show him the mess he had made and he whimpered from the sight alone.
“Now does that look like the kind of mess someone would make if they wanted to cum, hmm?”
“No, no,” he wailed out, eyes squeezed closed “but please-”
Her grip on his hip tightened effectively shutting him up.
“Mm, that’s right,” her palm simply resting on his hardened cock without any sort of movement, “it’s not the type of mess a well behaved boy who wanted to cum would make. In fact, ‘s naughty, pet.”
“Button,” his labored panting turning her on more than she’d like to admit, “please, know I shouldn’t ‘ave been s’messy, but I can’t help it. Y’drive me insane.”
He finally opened his eyes and turned to face her when she still made no move to keep going.
“Please, please,” he babbled with tear-filled eyes, practically begging at this point, “need t’cum, please button, y’make me feel s’good, too good. Can’t help m’self, y’the love of my life, please.”
Apparently he had said the right thing because her wrapped her fingers around him once more and began pumping up and down his length.
Moans, grunts, and whimpers falling from his lips as his head fell back again. She pumped faster and faster and finally let his hips thrust along to the pace she had she had set.
“Uhh, uhh,” he grunted over and over unable to find any real words as his release drew nearer, “uh, mmm, ahh, uhh.”
With a few more rough tugs at his cock, Harry was moaning out her name while coming undone in her arms. His entire body fell into hers as she kept working him through his orgasm. Spurt after spurt of his cum falling into the water that surrounded them. He was completely spent.
“Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” he found the strength to nod up at her, “thank you, button.”
She kissed his temple and brushed away the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
“You’re welcome, sweet boy.”
She moved to drain the tub but wrapped her arms back around Harry when he whined at her. By the time all of the the water had slipped away, Harry seemed to have finally regained some of his senses. She stood first and then helped him up as well before starting the shower to rinse themselves off.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to nuzzle into her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, silently appreciating how clingy post-orgasm Harry is.
After she made sure that they were both squeaky clean, she dried herself off and then him. He was still moving a bit slow, so she tugged at his wrist to pull him towards their cozy bed.
Once again, his head found comfort in her breasts, but she certainly didn’t mind. He’d told her once before how much it soothed him to listen to her heart beating in her chest.
She had almost fallen into a blissful sleep for the third time that day when the sound of his voice made her eyes snap open.
“Marry me?”
There was no way she had heard him correctly and even if she had, he couldn’t have meant it. He was just sleepy and riding the high of the orgasm she had just given him. She decided to just leave it alone, he was probably almost asleep anyways and wouldn’t even remember it later, but Harry lifted his head off of her to look at her slightly widened eyes when he didn’t get a response.
Did he fuck this all up? Was it too soon? He was freaking out.
“What?” She blinked at him.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he tried to backtrack, “I know it might be too soon. I really don’t want to mess this up, just forget about it. Let’s pretend it never happened yeah?”
“Harry,” she started once she realized that he was being serious, “yes.”
“What?” It was his turn to blink up at her now.
“Yes,” she nodded, “I wanna marry you.”
“Wait, really? Fuck, fuck,” he rambled on as he dug through the drawer in his bedside table, “okay, fuck we’re getting married!”
She barely had a moment to process everything that was happening before he had slipped the ring onto her finger. He had already bought a ring for her? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from running a mile a minute. He really wanted to marry her. It wasn’t his orgasm inducers euphoria that had caused him to blurt it out. He had already bought a ring for her.
She looked into his eyes filled with disbelief and was sure hers were just the same. She decided to lean up and seal their deal with a kiss at the same time he had decided to snap a Polaroid of the moment.
This had been the best New Year’s Day she had ever had even though all that they had done was clean up, laze around in their home all day to hide away from the frigid cold, and enjoy one another’s company.
They wanted to hold on to this memory forever.
