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[hazza13]

Are you okay?

I am getting better. I’m so sorry for going completely inactive. I’ve had a really hard couple months that resulted in losing two of my loved ones. Still don’t have the words or am ready to talk about it.

I would love to get back into writing and do plan on working on a few ideas. I’m very much open to suggestions too- I could use a bit of guidance.

Thank you for checking on me Love <3

-J

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Admiration

I had an idea and it spiraled! It was meant to be a blurb but it turned into a one shot, and it's smutty <3 I know I've been light on that lately but more is coming.

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warnings- oral (f receiving), squirting, soft Dom!Harry, slightly feral Harry tbh, kinda filthy

Y/N and her newly established boyfriend had yet to be properly intimate. 

Harry was a gentleman on all counts. He paid for their outings without question, he walked her to her door every single time, held every door open- car and building alike. The man knew the sidewalk rule and abided by it every time, he had his impeccable manners while talking to her, pulled out her chair when they went out to eat, he didn’t call her after midnight, and most of all- he hadn’t pushed for anything sexual.

The extent of it had been kisses that got heated enough for her to be pressed against the passenger door of his car before he’d apologized, fixing her lipstick with his thumb and told her with a slight blush on his cheeks that he’d ’gotten carried away’ and apologized for not controlling himself, but he was very enamored with her. Even if it left her with damp panties and a second heartbeat between her legs, the tenderness in which he treated her had been the stand out of it all.

It was the exact opposite of every man she had ever been with. There had been no hint of even daring to suggest a hook up, or bypass the dates to get to the ‘fun stuff.’ Granted, she had asked him what his intentions were when he’d asked her out originally and he’d seemingly honestly told her that he wanted a real relationship and connection- but Y/N had been a bit cynical. 

So many times she had gone out with a man who said they were looking for something real but they’d attempt to speedrun the first date to get her alone, or see her a few times, fuck around and then suddenly ‘not feel the spark’ before moving on to another woman to do the exact same thing. Take, take, take without receiving. Literally, in some senses, considering an alarming amount of men didn’t know where the clitoris was located.

The dating scene had been fatigued for her for a long time, and despite the hopes she’d had for Harry, she hadn’t allowed herself to hope. That itself had been hard when it felt like her personal dream man had been laid out in front of her, with pretty seafoam green eyes and dimples she wanted to indulge in poking, so she had told herself that no matter how much she liked him, she would try to hold herself back. 

Funny, that was. It hadn’t been that long into dating when she had realized how incredible he was. How intelligent and kind he was, how he had most of the qualities she’d put down in her journals at 3 am when she needed to dream a little bit. Harry was what she wanted, and allowing herself to want it openly had been hard- but she’d been met with a warm reception. 

Being a very successful man in business with multiple companies and hats he had to wear, Harry could be seen as a bit stiff, but she’d been able to see past that because he was letting her. She’d seen him laugh and dance a little bit to music he showed her, and just because he was wearing a suit a lot of the time didn’t mean he was what she’d probably have shamefully assumed of a man like him at first glance. Harry wanted to be good, he wanted to give her what she wanted, and for once in her life, she had let go a little bit and let him. 

God, she wanted to fuck him. He hadn’t budged on that, and she hadn’t pushed too hard, but thankfully she hadn’t been made to wait an excessive amount of time. 

It had been 7 official dates, 3 coffee dates on their lunch at work and 2 times meeting for drinks until he’d asked her to be official. The meticulously prepared candlelit dinner at his place was where he’d gotten her favorite meal prepared, gotten her favorite eclairs from the bakery down the road, and had curated a playlist of artists she’d mentioned liking before he’d asked her on his couch if he would be able to have the ‘honor of being hers’ and vice versa. 

It had been the easiest yes of her life, considering the man had put in more effort than she had thought possible. For once in her life she had felt cherished and looked after. He’d sent her money for her nails earlier in the day as well; which she had never asked for but he had said was ‘a man should look after a woman he cares about, even if they are more than capable of taking care of them selves’, and she had decided in the seat while getting her feet scrubbed and the cucumber lotion slathered onto her that she would stop at nothing to lock this man down. 

Turned out he was one step ahead. He’d always been one step ahead. And it also turned out she had misjudged him, even if only just. 

He had a lot of charisma that was disguised as something else; a big energy that had let her think that he had to be good in bed. That feeling had only been slightly challenged with how quickly he had calmed things down when she had wanted more a few times. In short- she had assumed that maybe the energy he put off was a facade and perhaps his one flaw would be he wouldn’t be very adventurous in the bedroom. Maybe a missionary with the lights off type of guy which, hey! It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She could fix that. 

Harry was a teachable man, considering how brilliant he was. He hadn’t been suggestive and she had sat back and had the self conversation about being willing to show him what she liked, to give him a crash course in dirty talk and how to fuck her how she liked because with everything else he had, sex was something she knew could be adjusted. 

It was very, very clear, feeling his large hands on him and her bare tits exposed to the cool air of his bedroom that she had been sorely mistaken. Nipples swollen and sensitive from the way he’d sucked and let his teeth graze them, dress tossed to the side leaving her splayed out naked on his bed, he’d been unable to keep his hands off of her after she asked him if they could ‘do more’ now that they were an official item.

 He’d taken the challenge very literally. 

  “Look at that little clit.” He murmured, brushing his thumb over the swollen nerve. Sitting on his knees between her spread, wet thighs, he looked more comfortable than she would be with hardwood digging into her knees, but it was most likely because of the distraction in front of him. “Poor thing. All sorts of worked up, aren’t you?”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, nodding her head as she bit back a moan. The smallest touches were setting her off. Harry had turned her body into a live wire. With him circling over her clit and the hot wash of his breath as he spread her cunt open for him to see, it was becoming difficult to breathe. Life, and Harry apparently, had come at her fast. So fast that her head was spinning, showing her just how dirty the proper man could really be.

“Yeah, I bet you are. I’ve been thinking about this for a long, long time. Did Y’know that?” Eyes looked up at her, dark and hungry as she shook her head in response. Words escaped her, but she managed to get out a strangled “N-No…” as he hummed under his breath. 

That was in fact, news to her.

“I have been. Since the first night we’ve met. I tried very hard t’be good. To not think about you in such a filthy way, but it was difficult. Talked to you for a bit… admitted how absolutely incredible you are… how beautiful… and I knew you had to have the prettiest little pussy. I was wrong, though.” He turned his head just a bit to kiss her sensitive and slightly sticky inner thigh, letting out a chuckle when she jumped just a tad. “It’s even prettier. Most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen.” 

It was unnerving to feel his gaze on her, to know he was well and truly up close and personal with perhaps the most vulnerable part of her, but she could see the admiration and hunger in his eyes. She couldn’t even pretend not to see it as he let his slippery thumb glide up to her mound of soft flesh above her cunt and back down to her entrance, spreading the slick around. 

“Can’t believe how wet you’ve gotten for me. I won’t lie to you, my sweet girl… I’ve been dying for this to be mine.” His voice rumbled against her thigh as he laid a line of kisses, wet and slow up the sensitive skin. She’d have burn from his mustache on her thighs, surely, but Y/N didn’t care. It felt so good, her poor clit was throbbing underneath the passes of the pad of his thumb, and she wanted more. 

“Please…” She croaked, lifting her hips. It felt hard to think, let alone speak, but he seemed to like that. Revel in the effect he had on her. “Please, Harry.”

“Please? Please what, sweetheart?” He murmured, pulling back from his kisses to spread her thighs open with his forearms. “What do you want me to do to my pussy, hm?” 

Y/N bit her lip to bite back the scream, because what the fuck? How did he do that? How did he command her body so fucking easily that she could feel the trickle of arousal drip down her ass from the soft rasp of his voice and the intensity of how he spoke. Soft spoken, but meaning every syllable he let pass his lips. 

His pussy. That was something he’d obviously been dying to say- but she hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted him to own it. 

“Because, sweet, precious girl…” He sighed, spreading the lips open as he got a good look at her. “I’m not sure m’quite done admiring my pussy yet. So I think you can sit there and be the cute little thing you always are for me while I get better acquainted with her, and then I’ll give you what you want.” 

It was hard not to let her hips jerk up as he tapped his fingertip over her clit, letting another breath wash over her as the heat of it made her stomach tingle. He was staring, admiring, analyzing her like she was art at a museum and that had never been anything close to what she experienced- so who was she to tell him no.

“Yeah I can… I can sit. I can wait.” Her throat felt thick as she spoke but she managed more than two words, and that was a feat in itself.

The smile on his lips was her even bigger reward. 

“Thatta girl.” He praised, leaning up a bit to kiss her lower tummy- very close to where she wanted him to be. “I’ll always treat you well. Make it worth your while for letting me see what you’re letting me own, hm? Suck that pretty clit and make you stain the sheets… give you anything you want. Just need to stare a bit longer before I get her all puffy and wet… ruin her a little bit.” 

She was already ruined, but she had vastly underestimated the way it would feel to have a man she desired so intensely to coo and stare at her body like it was his favorite thing. 

Honestly, she had no idea how long it had been of his sweet and filthy words. His knees had to be numb as he dragged her to the edge of the bed, chuckling at her squeal of surprise as he pulled back for a moment to run his hand down her body. From her collarbone all the way to her cunt, cupping it in his large palm as she let out a strangled moan. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Seeing you spread open for me… You have no idea what that does to me, little treasure.” Clicking his tongue, he momentarily removed his hands to roll up the sleeves of his button up. 

The always impeccably pressed and starched button ups, rolling the sleeves up his forearms as he began to look undone himself. The hair he gelled back tousled from her hands, a curl draped over his forehead and the 5 o’clock shadow was getting darker from when she’d first arrived. It was a brand new side to him. 

“I’ve tried very hard to behave, Y/N. I’m a gentleman, and I will treat you as such… but something has clued me into the fact that it may not be what you want in this scenario, hm?” He shifted on his knees and she could hear the metallic clinking of his belt, but it was hidden from view. “I have to admit to you that I’ve never felt such unadulterated hunger in my life as I have with you. I don’t feel passion to this level. But you’ve brought something out of me, and I have to tell you that I’m becoming obsessed with you.” Lifting her leg, he planted a wet kiss to her calf. “With your voice.” A kiss to her knee. “With how you look at me, your intelligence…” he rounded up her thigh. “And now, this body.”

He audibly groaned as he spread her lips open with his fingers again, pursing his lips- and surprising the hell out of her- spitting on her clit. His eyes didn’t stray as she gasped, watching it slide down her pussy before he rubbed it into her already soaked skin. “So let me show you just how crazy you’ve made me. How obsessed I am with you. And most of all… how grateful I am that you’re letting me own you.”

Harry did more than that. 

With his mouth on her, Y/N felt like she was floating. Again and again, he made her cum. Like a man starved, he’d barely pulled away from her pussy- save for letting his tongue run over her other hole which had her shuddering from the touch she wasn’t used to- and she had to wonder if he’d ever be able to be pulled away.

“You have no idea…” The usually well put together man whined against her pussy, trying to get her to cum a fourth time. It almost hurt, tingly and sharp, but she loved the pain as he sucked over her clit and sloppily spit back down over it. Webs of her arousal and his saliva stuck to his chin as he worked his fingers inside of her, the other hand keeping her down by pressing over her stomach. “No fucking idea what trouble you’ve just started.” 

Y/N only hoped she could get more of it. 

“It feels…” Y/N was finding it hard to breathe for an entirely different reason now. “God, it hurts but it feels so good. You’re r-ruining me. Like you said… oh, fuck.” Her hips tipped up as he curled his fingers, a deep chuckle vibrating against her clit. The sounds were pure filth. The squelch of his fingers fucking her deep and practiced, his mouth sucking on her cunt, his groans and her weak whimpers and whines as she tried to keep her head on straight bounced off his maroon walls. “H-Harry I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum a-again and… fuck, I’m gonna make a mess.”

She’d only been able to do it twice before, and she’d done it herself. Truthfully, the reason she didn’t go for it more often was because of the mess squirting made- but that didn’t deter the older man.

If anything, it spurred him on further. 

“Make a mess then, treasure.” He panted, nosing at her clit. “Make a mess all over my hand and my face. I don’t give a fuck about the sheets.” One of the first true curses she’d heard from him had her clenching around him, but more than that was seeing him so undone. Wrecked by her alone, his new fascination with her pussy. “You’re going to give it t’me now. Alright?” His hand on her stomach came down to smack at her clit, the light, sharp sting making a gasp rip from her throat. 

Fuck, that was good.

“You’re almost there. I can feel it. M’not stopping. Give it to me, Y/N. Let me see what my pretty pussy can do. Want the mess, want you to soak me. Be good for me, give it.” He was commanding it, keeping the pace just as he had it as his mouth went back to her clit. 

Her body liked to obey. 

With a scream that startled herself, she slapped her hand over her mouth as she came. Squirting on his fingers, she felt him moan against her pussy as he pulled his mouth off her clit and rubbed it frantically instead with his hand. “Give it t’me, give it baby- yes, yes, thatta-fuckin’-girl…. That’s what I want, give me what I want, let me give it to you- Fuck.” He snarled, tongue lapping over his fingers to taste her. 

Writhing on the bed, she let out a little sob as she fell back flat on the bed instead of sitting on her elbows, body jerking as little bursts of her squirted over his fingers and surely soaked his hand. Never had she heard him so unhinged as he lapped her up, thanking her in between and telling her she was a good girl, that she was perfect as his fingers slowed until they stilled inside of her, kisses pressed to her thighs and belly as she got over sensitive. 

It felt a bit fuzzy as she whined at the emptiness, a brief recalling of him saying to sit still before he was back, stroking sweaty hair out of her face and a warm washcloth gently cleaning between her thighs.

“There you are.” He murmured, voice warm and smile soft as he swiped his finger over her cheeks. “M’sorry baby. Got overwhelmed, hm? No more tears.”

Y/N hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. It just felt so good, she felt so safe, and she’d drifted away. Coming back to his smiling face felt very good, especially with his tender touch. “Hi.” She peeped, reaching up for him. There was no fight from him to come down, balancing on his one hand as he gave her the kiss she wanted. 

“Hello, beautiful girl.” He murmured with an amused smile. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Mm… ‘Kay. For how long?” She asked without meaning to, but his answer was what she wanted to hear regardless.

“As long as you let me. I take care of what’s mine.”

[hazza13]

Boundaries & Desires Pt. 2

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She was almost sheepish saying it out loud- unsure if it was an actual turn on like her books describes it to be. "I tried 't get off wit' a dildo once 'n it didn't fit," Y/n confesses. She could both see and hear Harry's suppressed gasp. "Libbie told me 't try it after a drink or two- something 'bout how it'll help loosen up the muscles 'n me mind. But I'll still remember it" She explains- such a casual shrug and tone despite the conversation they were having.

"I'm g'na cum"

"Right now!" Her exclamation was really meant to be a question.

"Maybe" He mindlessly admits.

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Harry's learning about boundaries

Part 1

(31K+ words)

Authors Note: VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! 18+ Readers only!! There is smut in this!! I will be posting a part 3 to this because I reached the posting limit so it does cut off in a odd part, I tried to make it all seamless but please note that there's a part 3! The next part is going to be pure smut, so if that's not something you enjoy, please do not read the next part! Otherwise, please enjoy! Would love to hear what everyone thinks <3!!

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It was pure bliss.

She hated comparing the feelings swimming through her to those same feelings when she's reading, but it was so hard not too. She never experienced a real relationship and well, the relationships she's read about is the only 'experience' that seem even the slightest bit comparable to the sensations vibrating through her. The butterflies charged at her tummy in hoards and her senses felt fuzzy all the time. It felt like she couldn't think straight, even doing something simple- like walking- felt impossible. Almost like she was learning how to function with all her senses again for the first time.

The worst part was how conscious she was about everything.

About how close he was. Or when his hands engulfed hers. Even the murmurs that erupted the second he'd kissed her goodbye before leaving with Oliver to their lecture. It was like everything he did to her, amplified her desire, which leaked into her senses constantly. Y/n felt like she was invariably on fire.

Sure the glares Bianca and Angela threw at her helped extinguish that burning sensation a bit- but the bruised and irate scowl Trent would shoot her way stoked the fire to life once more. Y/n is actually surprised Trent remembers their interaction at the party weeks ago. She was sure he'd forget that part of the night from how intoxicated he was.

"So things are going well?" Libbie smirks, a cherry lollipop held between her manicured fingers. "Crazy 't think that he can make you starry in the eyes. I thought only fictional men and smut could do that" The taunts throughout the weeks had been adding up on top of each other.

A bit of her loathed how painfully obvious the effect Harry had on her was.

Y/n shook her head, the familiar blush crawling up her neck. "Harry pretty much checks both of those boxes" She grumbles. But Y/n couldn't help to admire it all the same.

Libbie's brows raised as she immediately took the candy from her lips. "I thought you were g'an wait 't have sex?" She tilts her head. "Or did you just tell me that so I could bud out? 'Cos if so, that's fucked. I tell 'ya everything" A pout took over her red stained lips.

Another snort left her nose. "I was referencing Harry being a walking wet dream, Libs" Her blush only intensified. She's beyond grateful that she opted for a lighter sweater today. She had been suffering in her thicker sweaters that would trap her in her own sweltering scarlet. "I am waiting...don't worry. 'M not telling you 't bud out. If I were, I would tell you to bud out"

That seemed to pacify the blonde- who instead stuck her lolli back in her mouth. Till she tilted her head and took it out with a pop! "Why is that? I mean, surely you can just feel the sexual tension oozing off the both of 'ya!" She emphasized.

Y/n wasn't trying to keep secrets from Libbie. She had wanted to talk to someone about it- to get their opinion- but then that's when relationships get muddy. Too many people offering their opinion when they should really fuck off. She trusts Libbie and knew she wouldn't overstep, but it wasn't fair to have that conversation with her before Harry.

"'M on my period," She blurted. "Probably my sexual frustration 'ya feeling. Can't get me rocks off so 'm just suffering over here" Which wasn't a complete lie. No, she wouldn't tell a complete lie.

Her smirk was taunting that oozed to her tongue. "Period sex is a thing, try it out and tell me how it is" She remarks.

Y/n scrunched her nose with a pout. "Not 't kink shame, but that sounds like a mess. I would rather suffer" She spits as they began walking toward the library pods.

"You'll get aroused reading about someone riding a gun or whatnot but draw the line at period sex?"

"Exactly"

"Glad 't know you've got boundaries"

-

Harry could tell he wasn't really paying attention.

And by really paying attention, he means obviously ignoring him. He hadn't given him an ounce of attention the second Harry moved his school pack off the stool he'd been saving for the lad. Oliver's fingers hovered, typed feverishly, and went back to hovering as the electronic device soaked up all of the attention it could get.

It had been like this for the first forty minutes of class. Harry had attempted to get a ration of Oli's regard the whole forty minutes, but ultimately gave up and just started spitting out anything that came to mind. "Yeah, so then rumor has it- he fucked a jar of peanut butter instead" Harry had rambled, eyes glancing at his best friend frowning at his screen. "Didn't even have the decency to deny it either! Said something 'bout how it was a homemade pocket-pussy"

Oliver's lips twisted in disgust. His hand dropped his phone on the desk while he finally gave Harry his full attention. "What're you on about Styles? Who fucked a jar of peanut butter?" He questions.

Harry rolls his eyes, giggling at his friend's disheveled expression. "Oh, so glad y'er finally paying attention to me!" He mocks, a playfully smile on his wetted lips. "We both know I require all attention, especially if I saved you a seat for class because you were late wooing Holly" The playfully tint leaked into his tone.

Although Harry was sure it would get a rise out of Oliver, it wasn't the rise he was expecting. "We both know y'er as shy as a bug Harry" Oliver poked, a soft smile being wiped away instantly. Instead, it was traded for Oli's lips being pinched with the clench of his jawline. "I wasn't wooing anyone...Holly's pissed at me. Think we're g'na call it quits" He grumbled.

"What? Why?"

Oliver held onto his breath before slowly letting it go. "Bianca told her 'bout Y/n-" It wasn't meant to be a jab at Harry, but Harry felt the piercing sensation in his chest. "Guess Bee made it sound like Y/n stole you from her and that you humiliated her...I don't know all the details, but Holly made it clear she would choose Bianca over me" Oliver shook his head, eyes displaying just how far away he was in his thoughts.

Harry kisses his teeth- completely forgetting about the assignment in front of him. "T-That's not what happened at all-" He's quick to protest. "-Bianca asked why I would ask for her number...and I told her the truth. Y/n couldn't have taken me from Bianca...especially since I was never hers to begin with" The words were falling from his mouth. Harry planned on telling Oliver everything that happened, but he never asked and things seemed good between him and Holly. So there was no real reason to bring it up. "She's still upset about the whole thing?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "I guess so. I think there's all sorts of things Holly's upset about too" He confesses, rolling his eyes.

"Like what?"

Another sigh escaped Oli's lips . "Well for starters, she's upset that I made you tag along to the party in the first place" Apparently it sounded as ridiculous as Harry thought it was- Oliver scoffs a little chuckle.

"I was going to the party regardless- for Y/n" Harry reasons.

"But I made you tag along for Bianca. Didn't give you much of a choice because I needed a way with Holly...and she connected the dots" He reveals with a limp shrug.

Harry's face pinches. "She's can't blame you for wanting a chance" Harry demanded, his eyebrows drawing closer together. "What does it matter that things didn't play out with Bianca 'n I?" His tone shifted from curious to disgust.

A short and dry laugh escaped Oliver's mouth. "It matters a lot I guess. Holly said something about how she would be choosing my side over her best friend's side. I don't know, there seems to be a lot of sides and pinning sides against sides. Don't think I can do or say anything that will change her mind and I'm not fond of all the shite they're saying about Y/n...she's a good lass"

"What're they saying?"

Harry was suppose to make it sound less threatening, but it fell out that way. Heat immediately licked his skin and his palms grew clammy the second his brain repeated the question back to himself.

"They're just being nasty-" Oliver shook his head. "-They keep accusing Y/n of being an attention seeker. That the whole act of bringing books to a party and reading them was all attention seeking behavior. Acting daft on purpose for all eyes to be on her, especially when she changes the act to be a knight fo' someone else...I don't know they just go on and on about the stupidest shite- I stopped listening"

If Harry's ears could let out steam, they would. He despised that people were saying this about Y/n. About his Y/n- who would protect anyone and everyone, who would literally jump in front of a bullet or train if it meant keeping them safe, Bianca and Holly included. Everything they mocked wasn't an act. It was just Y/n in her truest form.

And that ticked Harry off even more.

Before Harry could utter even a fraction of his thoughts, Oliver sighed heavily. "Seems like they wanted me to choose sides, but regardless of that- doesn't seem like Holly and I are going to bend at each other's wants"

That had been the last of the conversation. Both lads were reeling in their thoughts- both consumed with the situation- while mindlessly filling out the assignment. Harry felt like shit for messing up Oli's plans, especially when he knew how much he'd like Holly. Harry should've gotten his shit together a lot sooner. He never should've waited to ask Y/n, how in the bleeding fuck does he put up boundaries. He never should've trusted that Bianca would've gotten over the whole situation in a matter of time. And he should've thought about this affecting Oliver and Holly- specially when he remembers Holly's disgusted look at him when he reappeared with Y/n then left with her that one night.

"I-I don't know what's g'na happen between Holly 'n I-" Oliver announced, putting his pencil down. "-I'm hoping that some time just needs to go by so the wounds start healing. But just don't say anything yeah? I'll figure it out" The request was soft and hesitant.

Harry nodded slowly- though he really didn't want to. It seemed like letting this fester only made it worse. He wanted to suggest grabbing coffee with everyone to explain the situation, but the last time he suggested that Bianca had dragged him to an off-campus coffee house and got the idea that Harry was trying to woo her.

Against his better judgement, Harry nodded.

"Yeah, 'course"

-

It was silent for the most part of studying.

Then Niall and Rhett showed up with mischievous grins and something up their sleeve. They came around like they knew Libbie and Y/n were itching to get a break from studying. The pair would stop mid-sentence, put their pencil down, and sit back in their chair. Either of them would have the look on their face. A look that begged one another to stop the torture and say something that would give them an excuse to do anything else but study.

Which was very dangerous because their yearning had been answered.

"Funny seeing you guys here" Rhett hummed knowingly as he took the seat beside Libbie. "Niall and I were just trying to get some studying done" He lied, pulling out a book.

His book was upside down and he made no move to fix this. Instead, he pulled back the cover and flipped to a random page. "I text you saying we would be here," She murmurs, picking up her pen. "And you guys never study, 's why you failed organic chem" Libbie muttered. "I mean remember that synthesis of aspirin lab th-"

Rhett kisses his teeth. "I actually studied for o-chem! 'N you know that!" He pouts, eyes squeezed shut at the recollection of the lab. "Was just dog-shit at it. Not everyone can wear a cropped shirt 'n bat their eyelashes at the professor to round their grade up like some people"

"I've never done that you prick!"

"I've done it before" Niall confesses much to Libbie's surprise. "It worked...think it was just 'cos the Professor found it hilarious. He even took a picture"

"'Ye still owe me a new shirt by the way" Y/n gripes.

"Anyways," Rhett shook his head. "Ni 'n I were thinking of grabbing some dinner befo' hitting the town Friday night! My lady wants 't meet everyone. Figured it would be a good time" He beams.

The offer lingers in the air as Libbie and Y/n stare at one another. Both trying to figure out what the other is thinking- some conversation happening without actually saying a word. They hadn't mentioned any plans since they found one another and a group outing sounded nice. It'd been some time since their last one- back when Y/n was shattered to pieces over Harry.

Niall looked at Libbie and then at Y/n- his bushy eyebrows were pinched. "Oi, what's wit' this silent conversation happening?" He realizes, sitting further back into his chair. "If 'ye worried about Harry, I already asked him 't be me date. 'N he agreed"

Y/n rolls her eyes, Niall had taken the greatest pleasure in throwing around taunts when it came to their relationship. "Where are 'ya thinking of having dinner?" She ignored Niall completely, causing him to gasp and pout in his seat.

'One point for me' She thought, a smile twitching on the corners of her lips.

"Dunno" Rhett shrugs.

Libbie huffs. "Typical, always waiting fo' us 't make the plans" She accuses, grabbing her pen as if she was going back to studying. "Let's meet at Y/n's! 3 sharp" Libbie decides.

"3! Y'er joking, that's too early 't have dinner" Rhett heaves.

"By the time Niall- actually- shows up, it'll be dinner time"

-

The scorching heat was back.

Times a thousand.

"Harry," Her pleaded gasp was hushed with another kiss. Plushy lips begging for her attention and his thigh prying hers open- just trying to get closer to her, the consequences be damned. "Harry!" She had filed her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

She gave a firm tug, pushing her forehead to his, and smiling at the redden pout on his lips. "When I asked 'ya 't come 't the library with me, it was to actually check out a book. Not get handsy in the paleontology section" She giggles, kissing his nose, before rubbing a soothing thumb over his cheek. "What's gotten into 'ya? Been grasping at me like 'm g'na disappear at midnight- not that I mind- but do I not give 'ya enough attention?" Her thumb outline the red splotch growing over his cheek.

A sheepish grin formed on his bitten red lips. "S-Sorry, just couldn't wait. Been itching 't have 'ya 't me-self" He confesses, his cheek growing warmer under her palms.

Little moments like this always reminded her of the Harry that stumbled to her at the tree. How dangerously shy he is but never backing down to confess the things on his mind. Not when it might hurt his own feelings, but sparing the feelings of others from being hurt.

Y/n tilts her head and eyebrows drew closer together. "You've had me to yourself for weeks now. Surprised you haven't gotten tired of me yet," She points with searching eyes. "Really, what's this 'bout?"

"N-Nothing, just couldn't wait" He tries again.

But she wasn't buying his excuse. Not when Harry was her favorite book to read. And surely not when he was attached to her like a puppy in heat. "Sure doesn't feel like nothing," She raised her thigh- brushing the meat of her leg into the bulge that had been poking her. Harry chokes on his breath, hands squeezing her hips as if that would show him mercy. "'Ye can talk 't me...if y'er not ready, then that's okay. But don't torture yourself" Her voice was comforting and hugged Harry's insecurities.

Defeatedly, he slouches against her torso. She's sure it was a sight to see- her back pressed into the fossilized books with a very needy Harry wrapped around her like a vice. Not to mention Harry straddling her thigh.

Y/n actually wished she could capture this moment forever, but her phone was in her back pocket that was holding them against the shelves.

A warm and large breath escapes his nose, ridding all the way down her chest, even warming up her skin despite the shirt's barrier. "I-I will, just not here...and you can't laugh at me" He whines, shaking his face into her neck.

She could feel his eyelashes tickling her skin- goosebumps raised in their wake. "Promise not 't laugh...we'll grab that book I need 'n head home. Whenever y'er ready" She hums, smoothing his hair she'd grasped as if she was trying to rid the evidence of her hands being there.

They spent a few more minutes like this- Harry taking a few deep breathes and almost purring against her chest. "Okay, let's go" Harry eventually decides.

Beside one another, Y/n took him to the front desk where a line was waiting. "Thought 'ye would've beat me here" Niall had waved them over to wait with him. "Surprised you didn't, 'cos 'ya class is just down the road from here"

"I was looking fo' a book," Her right thumb had pointed in the directed they came from as the slightest fib escaped her lips with ease. As the line began moving, Niall shrugged at her explanation when Y/n turned to Harry. "Forgot 't tell 'ya. Rhett's missus wants 't meet everyone. We're going 't dinner and grabbing a drink afterwards tomorrow" She invites.

"I already told 'ya, Harry's me date," Niall interjects before Harry can respond.

Y/n looks at Harry and could instantly see a panic in his eyes. Those emerald gems had frantically flicked from Y/n to Niall- hardening at the lad's profile. The shy lad that was burrowed into her chest had disappeared- a bit of her insides warmed knowing that it was a privilege seeing that Harry. "Thought 'ye were pulling me leg- Harry! 'Ye really said yes!" She was teasing, but still a bit surprised that Niall was being serious.

Harry gasped. "I didn't know it was a date! Niall just asked to grab a bite 't eat! He left out the part where everyone was joining 'n Rhett's girl wanting 't meet us!" The disapproving glare shot at Niall had him up in a heap of chuckles. Chuckles that had his shoulders bouncing, stomach clenching, and eyes squinted.

A few shh's echoed around him, but he didn't give a rat's ass.

"'Ye didn't ask," He then turns to Y/n. "''N he even said he would sit next 't me"

One point for Niall, the bastard!

-

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?"

That wasn't how he planned to have this conversation. He'd rehearsed his lines for weeks now, but the conversation with Oliver had him going batty. He's still kicking himself for promising Oliver to not say anything. He wanted to talk to Y/n about it- ask if she's heard these horrible whispers- and maybe that's why she was rejecting his advances.

But Harry's heart had been racing for weeks now. He felt like a little kid for being so scared to ask or bring up the conversation in general. Almost like it was taboo for him to want to have sex with Y/n. At first, he'd just ignored the topic at all costs.

Which wasn't terribly hard since their relationship didn't revolve around sex.

It didn't!

It just got harder to ignore when things started to provoke him a bit. Because they sure did over time.

They started reading and then watching the telly together. Both of which led to Harry having to will-away the ache in his pants. The whole situation- whether it was reading or watching the telly- had him feeling like he was some horny, angsty teen again. Especially when Y/n did things unknowingly to rile him up.

Like when they read together. He'd noticed it the first time it happened. The way she would grip the book, clench her thighs, and blush a bright fuchsia. Her voice would drop as she read the smut out loud. Harry thought it would be the descriptive sex scenes that would make him fidgety- hearing her speak out loud all the filthy things he desired to do to her- but that hadn't been the reality of the situation.

Instead, it was Y/n.

It was when she would bite her lip- trying to contain her excitement and giddiness- while she repeated the words on the page. Begs or demands from the characters, falling off of her lips, and filthy words echoing in his head as if it wasn't scripted. He wasn't perverted in the slightest. Reading as a whole had started to make him so much more imaginative. And he was fascinated with her reading- even outside of the smutty parts.

But Y/n was like his wet dream come to life.

Not that it bettered the situation.

Or made him feel less perverted...

Kissing her and having her in his lap only added fuel to his fire. She was just so bloody soft. She always smelled so fucking good. And her little gasps or pleasurable hums further his high. That's all before she started rocking her hips against his. He was completely at her mercy.

Harry wanted so much, she was his burning desire. But he could feel her putting distance between their little moments.

Before he thought nothing of it. Maybe he was moving too fast for her liking. Or maybe she wasn't wanting to rush into something. Perhaps even her period arrived and she just wanted to be coddled. He'd wait and give her space.

He still will.

It's just insecurities started to blossom in his chest the more she would reject his advances. Had he been reading their predicament wrong? Did he smell bad? Did Y/n think that he was just after her for sex? And now that Harry knew about the shite Holly and Bianca were saying- did Y/n hear their nasty comments? Was that why she didn't want anything more than a few heated makeouts?

Why was it so hard to ask her these questions?

Why did he promise Oliver to keep quiet about the situation?

All he knew was that his heart was seconds away from exploding and he was sweating underneath his t-shirt. "Why don't you want to have sex with me?" And it was too late. The question had already been asked. It was in front of both of them. And he was beating himself up for it.

"What?"

"I-I meant to ask that differently" He admits. "I-I've just been thinking a lot, 'n I feel like I might be making you uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that 'ye don't wanna do anything with me. 'N if t-that's the case, I'll stop whatever it is 'm doing! I-I don't mean 't make 'ya uncomfortable! 'S just I-I really want 'ya 'n I can get ahead of myself-"

Harry was cut off. He was stopped in the middle of his rambling with her lips and hands on his cheeks. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice her close the gab between them.

And now she had all his undivided attention.

"Thank you"

Y/n giggled then kisses him again before pulling away. "You don't make me uncomfortable Harry, 'm the most comfortable around you" She swears, eyes the size of saucers. "The feeling is mutual so don't worry yourself that it's not" She whispers.

That alleviated a lot of the weight that had been over his heart for some time now. It would've alleviated more had that damn promise not been there. "So why...what's going on?" He stumbled over his words.

Y/n sighs, she felt like she was on fire.

She had been having wet dream after wet dream about the definition of a wet dream she had as a boyfriend. They were in the honeymoon period but even then, she's never had this type of relationship before. Sure, she craved intimacy and everything about a relationship, but it was just never her time.

And now that it was, she didn't want to push anything.

It was such a fine line.

Y/n just wanted to make sure that both of them would be able to say something if the need arises. She wanted to hear Harry in multiple ways. She didn't want to dictate certain aspects, but she's never been in this type of predicament. So for the first time, it felt like even the books she's read hadn't given her any type of guide to aid her.

"Y/n?" The call of her name shook her from her far away thoughts. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" His soft doe eyes made her tummy tighten harder than it had been.

Siting on his lap and noticing how red she'd made his lips didn't help the coil in her tummy. "What? No-no just...just started thinking" She shook her head.

The look he'd given her said everything. Harry didn't believe her. "Do you want to have sex?"

"What?" She jumped as if she'd been shocked. All of Harry's questions had the same reaction from her. And well, if she was being honest then she kinda was shocked. Expect it was an electric current of pure want and desire that twisted painfully.

How did they so quickly change positions? Or was Harry better at masking his nervousness than she was since it was clear he'd had experience before? Why was she so confident reading smut and explaining sex positions from the book to Harry, but she was so fucking shy to voice her own wants? Fuck, why couldn't she be fed a script so she could explore all the correct things?

Harry's smirk lined his lips- as if he'd heard her thoughts- before kissing her nose and soothing his large hands over her thighs. "You get spacey when we snog...believe it or not Darling, this isn't the first time you've 'started thinking' in the midst of ravishing each other" He teases.

Now she was lit up for a whole other reason.

"M sorry," She whines. Immediately throwing herself in his chest and letting her blush be felt by smooshing her cheeks to his neck. No wonder Harry had a habit of doing this to her, it felt bloody fantastic. "Sorry, just gets hard 't think 'n then I start thinking anyways. Bit fucked in me head" Y/n grumbles, lips brushing against his skin.

Harry instead offered reassuring pats at her bum and little rubs from her bum to her lower back. "Mhmm," He hums as he listens. "'S okay Love, 'm flattered I make 'ya spacey in the eyes 'n whatnot-" Harry truly was. It instantly extinguished the selfish insecurities plaguing his mind. Sure, he was still curious about why they hadn't advanced to anything past a few heated makeouts. But feeling and seeing her melt into him made Harry feel like it wasn't because she didn't like him. Her reassurance also aided that. "-Makes me feel like I can compete wit' 'em filthy books you get 'ya rocks off too" Harry smiles as triumphantly as he felt.

Although he'd gleamed with his playful statement, Y/n crunches her nose before biting playfully at the junction of his neck and shoulders. A surprised squawk made Harry tighten his arms around her while pushing her away. "Oi! 'Ye little gremlin! That hurt!" He pouts.

"Me filthy little books would've liked it" She gripes. "In fact, Zade Meadows would've demanded I bite him harder till my teeth marks were permanently on his skin" Y/n swears, moving till she sees him.

"Is he the one that puts the knife in the mattress and told her 't ride it?"

Y/n nearly choked on her spit. "Who the fuck told you 'bout that?"

"What? Didn't think I'd find out 'bout 'ya dirty little secrets?" He sticks his nose up dramatically. "I've got me ways"

Y/n giggles, "M sure 'ya do....just be careful. 'Ye might find something 'ya don't want 't find. No shame in my game"

Harry scoffs out of his nose. "Y'er amazing...a gremlin but 'n amazing one at that" He says it like a vow. "What do 'ya keep thinking 'bout?" He suddenly asks.

His hands went back into that soothing motion, almost like he knew this would draw out the truth from her. The fact that he asked would make her admit it, but the rubs made it easier. At least she thinks as she could just imagine herself needing into his chest. "Same thing as you probably," Y/n murmurs- Harry wasn't the only one with insecurities. "I-I don't wanna push you into something. 'M afraid I can be a bit demanding or whatnot. So, I-I pull back when I feel like I am" She shrugs.

"What do 'ya mean?" He questions.

With a heavy sigh- realizing that she was gonna have to be more specific- she shrugs again. "I don't want 't pressure 'ya into something 'ya not ready fo'," She clarifies. Her fingers picked at the edge of her sleeve with shy eyes. Harry's heart soared, what a sight to see. "Haven't had an actual relationship before 'n I don't wanna dictate one either. It's why I get spacey 'n start thinking too much when you get that hot little mouth on me" She playfully swiped at his bottom lip.

Which brought two realizations to Harry. Both of which hit him like a truck- he had to put a lot of effort into not letting these realization contort his face.

Bloody hell, this woman was magnificent.

2. Harry needed to get a fucking grip.

This whole time he was thinking that he smelled bad or was making her uncomfortable. Instead, he once again should've been working on his damn boundaries. Y/n had every right to not want to get in bed with him! Hell, he's glad she didn't! He never would've learned if she did. Which once again, shows how amazing her boundaries really are. Harry had never been so envious before. Not the bad kind, he was still very much fascinated with her, he just felt silly.

Harry should've had at least an idea this was holding her back. His sleuthing- if you could call it that- had proven that Y/n has a taste for men who took control. Not the obsessive and controlling type- to a degree, her books spoke volumes at times- but hell someone who at least had boundaries. In hindsight, Harry should've taken note of this after the first book they read together. The blueprint was already laid out for him, he was just too wrapped up in his insecurities to realize.

"Wait," Another thought popped up at his revelation. "You haven't had an actual relationship...what does that mean?" He didn't want to out right say it. Just because she hasn't had a real relationship doesn't mean Y/n hasn't done anything.

But Harry didn't know what the correct way to word these things were.

Which caused her to giggle again. "Yes, 'm a virgin"

"Oh!"

"Now why have 'ya gone 'n said it like that!" She jests.

"H-How're you a...what do 'ya mean?" He was flabbergasted to say the least. Again, he needed a fucking grip. On something, anything!

"I mean, I've never had sex. 'Ya know, like I haven't lost my-"

"No- I know what that means!" Harry rolls his eyes playfully. His chest bubbled with a giggle- the nervousness he was once feeling, completely fading. "I'm just shocked that y'er-"

"You and me both" She pipes.

"Oh bloody hell, this isn't going how I thought it was g'na go" Harry sighs, hiding underneath his hands for a moment and taking a few deep breathes.

Y/n giggles, hands soothing the length of his forearms before grasping his wrists. "Hey, 'm just teasing...helps me feel less embarassed admitting that out loud," She reveals with a limp shrug. "Not everyone gets suggestive glances at closets or asked to go fo' a walk in the woods"

Harry rolled his eyes, a smile etched on his lips. "Would've asked 'ya 't have a walk in the woods wit' me the first night I met you, if you'd let me have another drink" It was his turn to throw a taunt.

"Oh so it's my fault!" She laughs.

"Yes, you nag"

Y/n threw her head back, a fit of giggles erupted in her system. "Alright then, I'll leave 'ya wit' Trent next time. See if I answer 'ya next drunken call" She jabs playfully.

Just as quickly as Harry was about to have a mental breakdown, he's laughing with Y/n, nerves completely wiped away, and feeling absolutely silly for letting his nerves get the best of him.

-

"I've finally honored 'ye fuckers wit' my presence"

That should've been clue one. Y/n should have taken note, wore a different shirt, and mentally prepared for the long night that was-surely- ahead of them. But she didn't. And she was paying for her choices now.

It was hard trying to ignore the way the tag rubbed against her skin- it was hard enough that she'd been fidgeting since she tugged it on. Normally she would've thrown it off, but Harry had walked into the room with a wide smile. "I love that color on you," His voice was deep and planted a seed in her lower tummy. The seed started to sprout when he wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin on her shoulder. "You look beautiful. Just wanna keep 'ya 't myself. Don't want 'em leachers looking at you" Harry began kissing the length of her neck.

She doesn't know how her knees kept her upright. Especially when they buckled at the feather like kisses. "You've been rather soft wit' me...this wouldn't happen 't be because 'ye found out I was a virgin?" Y/n tilted her head but reveling in the attention.

Harry shook his head. "Not in the slightest," He lied. At least Y/n thinks he did. "Just like this color on 'ye...'n hoping I can convince 'ye 't stay in wit' me" He teases.

"Oi, 'm already a hermit. Can't bail on the only friends that I have" It was her turn to shake her head. "Sides, it's for Rhett. He seemed really excited fo' us 't meet this girl. Now budge up, got 't finish befo' Niall's ready before me"

It had happened once, and Niall's never let it go.

So it was no shocker when everyone had met at Y/n's flat. Everyone but Niall, who was always 'fashionably late'. "If I didn't know he'd get batshit drunk, I would say let's leave without him" Libbie kisses her lips. "'N he would moan and groan 'bout it all night. Would've ruined the night if it met getting back at us" She continued.

Rhett's missus- Lacey- had been a good sport. She laughed at everyone's digs at Niall and assured that Niall being late was okay. Which resulted in everyone advising her not to tell Niall that, because she would eventually pay for a comment like that. Like when Libbie had done the same thing, only to regret ever saying anything when they were late to dinner on waves- a boat ride dinner that she'd planned for her birthday. Or like when Rhett didn't push Niall to get ready faster and he was late to a basketball game he had court side tickets too.

Y/n was just lucky she never left the house.

"We might just have 't tell him 't meet us there," Rhett shakes his head. Otherwise, he'd looked completely relaxed on Y/n's couch. Bourbon sitting on the top cushion sniffing his hairspray and purring in his ear. "'M starving and Y/n's got dick all fo' food here!" He whines.

A bubbling insult was just seconds away from spilling out of her mouth. Her lips were parted, but rather than letting Rhett have it, she stopped and snapped her head to Harry. "Oi, 't be fair lad, 'ye didn't say we'd be having hors d'oeuvres here! We were just suppose 't meet here 'n leave" Harry had scoffed playfully, a toothy smile showing his dimples.

Libbie giggles- completely unfazed by Harry's comment. "Leave it 't Horan 't always change the plans...all because he needs his face steamed 'n eye masks befo' going out" She pestered.

"'Ye think those actually work?" Rhett mused out loud, eyes spacey looking off to the side. "The lad goes out for a pint or two a lot and will sometimes not get a blink of sleep...but I don't think I've ever actually seen him wit' bags under his eyes" He tilted his head in thought.

Almost mimicking Rhett, everyone stops. Nothing is said for a second and it felt like everyone held their breath for someone to prove Rhett wrong.

"I've finally honored 'ye fuckers wit' my presence" The man himself had appeared, not a hair out of place, and as if he didn't have everyone waiting an extra forty-five minutes for solely him.

Before Niall could even sit down, everyone jumped from their seat and began gathering their items. "The Princess is finally here, let's go before my stomach eats itself" Rhett grumbles, helping Lacey put her jacket back on.

"I've got 't wee-"

"Hold it!" Y/n, Rhett, and Libbie demanded.

"Whose ordering the-"

"Y'er carriage is already outside, let's go 'ye royal pain in the ass"

Niall was quickly walking after everyone, a bit pouted as nobody had even said they liked his outfit. And confused why he was royal all of a sudden. Hopefully the royalty take would continue throughout the night so they would feel inclined to buy him a drink. Niall always enjoyed them doting over him.

That was all just starting the night.

Dinner had run smoothly- besides Niall's little tantrum at Harry sitting beside Y/n. They had gone back and forth for a bit and once their drinks were placed on the table and food orders were taken, Y/n was about at her wits end. Niall had grumbled about sitting next to Libbie instead of Harry- just to get under her skin. Which he was accomplishing very well. (It normally wouldn't have. Instead, she would've paid no mind to Niall and had just chatted with Libbie, but that damn tag was making her skin hot with annoyance. Niall was just icing on the cake)

"Lad, you got 't sit next 't me on the drive here," Harry laughs, placing his cocktail back on the table after a sip. "Gotta sit wit' my missus now, especially since 'ye don't let me eat off 'ya plate" He poked.

Harry had made the table erupt with laughter and stories about everyone's run-ins with Niall and food. From Rhett and Niall not talking to one another because Rhett ate Niall's last mozzarella stick to Harry telling the story about Niall taking his credit card and spending over a 100 pounds on food. All the stories had everyone giggling and inclined to add onto one another's, but Y/n hadn't let out a peep.

Instead, she had to fight her gaze from being solely on Harry. The lad who always had some type of physical touch on her. Whether it was a hand on her thigh, his leg next to hers, or even slipping his arm around her waist- trying to get her closer to him. His touch captivated every breath she exercised, claiming all as his and his only. Harry's possessiveness brought on heat. Heat that she's never felt before.

And she's read all the smut in the world.

So why hadn't any of those scenes or chapters accurately described the primal need wreaking havoc on her insides? How could they not? Y/n's read books with the characters fucking in a booth at a club! She's read about characters having at it in the bathroom of a restaurant! Hell, she's even indulged in a few chapters where activities take place under the dinner table!

Why didn't this constant touch or their closeness make her squirm underneath the attention both her friends and Harry gave her? Why...why was it so hard to disregard everything swimming around in her lower tummy when Harry was loving on her? And why wasn't she stressing out about not being able to tell Harry to bugger off?

"Darling," The word danced over the edge of her ear and she could feel everything. Including the now rough fabric brushing against her perked nipples, which sprung under Harry's voice and voice alone. "Am I doing too much? Y'er spacey again 'n we're not even snogging" Bleeding fuck, this man was trying to set her ablaze in front of everyone just for the fun of it.

"No" This was a complete and utter lie. Not a single ounce of truth in this two letter word. "No, I-I was just thinking 'bout this tag. 'S being a nuisance 'n whatnot" She spit out the first thing that came to mind. Well second think that came to mind because she could feel the razor sharp edge dragging against her skin under her shirt while Harry's thumb drew pretty little designs on her thigh.

It seemed like Harry could read her thoughts as he gave her thigh a delicious squeeze. From his thumb to his pinkie, she felt every little grove his fingertips held- almost like he was trying to cast his print upon her skin through her trousers. "Where's the tag Darling? I'll get it for 'ya" He pats at the fingerprints he left before they disappeared.

Y/n thought- for a split second- to brush off his offer. Especially when he took his hand away, which she hadn't realized provided her a lot of warmth in the rather chilly restaurant. But she didn't, not when the slight shift brought the edge of the tag to once again brush against her torso. It was like nails on a chalkboard and she had enough.

Twisting to the side, she flipped the inside of her shirt, outwards and presented the pesky tag to Harry. Goosebumps from the exposed skin and Harry's hands trying to tug forcefully at the tag exploded. The chill rode every centimeter of skin while all she could do was watch Harry focus on the piece of paper that wasn't going easily.

At the back of her mind, she hated his attention on the tag. She wanted that bit lip, bunched eyebrow, and stern gaze set on her. Not some silly little tag.

"The fuck 's going on wit' 'ya?" Niall questioned, watching Harry try another angle on the tag.

Could he try another angle with her?...

Leave it to Niall to rile her up further, but for a completely different reason. "Got a pesky tag 'n Harry's trying 't get it off. Making me batty" Y/n grumbles, more fever traveling from her neck and the tips of her ears. She could hear the ragging blood rush to the surface layer.

Libbie's mouth drops open as if she remembered something. "Lemme check me bag, should have some nippers or somewhat" She offers, hands going to the back of her chair to search through her many different pockets.

Before Libbie could find anything to cut the tag, Harry reaches over, his neck stretching over Y/n's torso. His front teeth at the edge of the tag as it allowed him to rip it off the shirt completely.

When Y/n was about to guide Harry away- the fervor of the situation was suffocating her and she had already drank all of her water. Harry had gave a fleeting kiss to the general area that was being terrorized by the tag and displayed the tag in triumph. "No need, I got it" He smiled.

Although dinner went on without a missed beat, Y/n took deep breath after deep breath. Trying so desperately to ignore the ruined fabric of her underwear and the clear shift in Harry's demeanor. Like when he took the liberty of ordering her another drink before their food arrived. Or when he grabbed her plate, examined the food, only to hand it back to the waitress with a soft smile. "'Excuse me...this was suppose to be made without tomatoes. Sorry 'm just a real stickler for 'em rotten tomatoes" He beams so easily.

"Not a problem, let me fix that fo' you" She blushes, taking the plate from him.

Y/n looked at him a bit dumbfounded. "I would've still eaten it wit' 'em tomatoes, just would've picked 'em out" She swears.

Harry shook his head in response. "'Ye asked for them 't be removed," Was the only explanation he gave before he pushed his plate in front of her. "Here 'ya are, eat some of mine while we wait fo' the plate 't come back" Again there wasn't any room to argue.

Instead, Harry handed her a fork and knife and urged Y/n to eat. Y/n had spared a glance to the few eyes lingering on them. Libbie and Lacey both looked at the couple fondly, almost like they were seconds away from cooing with delight. Niall didn't bother looking up from his plate as Rhett glanced at Lacey like she hung the stars for him.

By the time dinner was finished, Y/n excused herself to the loo before they headed downtown for the night.

She wasn't surprised to see her flushed expression staring back at her in the mirror. Her cheeks were a blushing red, the tips of her ears were vibrating from the blood's frenzy, and well her lips had become swollen from her teeth picking at them. Y/n hadn't felt this wrapped up in her head since the whole misunderstanding with Harry and Bianca.

The common denominator was clear; Harry.

"You okay?" Libbie and Lacey had walked in.

Her teeth instinctively rubbed against her bottom lip as she nods. "Yeah 'm fine" She cleared her throat. "Harry just has me in a tizzy is all" Y/n scoffed at herself. Why would she admit that out loud? In front of Libbie was fine, but she had just met Lacey.

As if Lacey could hear her line of thought, she smiles softly. "You lot go good together. Don't know how Bianca could complain 'bout 'ye controlling Harry when that's clearly not the case" She reassures.

Bianca- this girl was becoming an absolute thorn in her side. Why couldn't she bugger off!

"Bianca said that?" Libbie raised her eyebrow.

Lacey nodded, shifting under her weight as she clearly felt the tone change in Libbie. "Oh, I don't mean 't start anything," She began backpedaling. "I didn't really pay any mind to Bianca and Trent"

Y/n smiles, "Don't worry 'bout it" It was her chance to reassure Lacey. "It's just some bruised feelings with the both of 'em. I don't give a rats ass, but apparently they do"

"What did they say?" Libbie questioned as Y/n washed her hands and began applying some lip gloss.

"Just complained that Y/n was controlling Harry," She admits, her shoulders limply shrugging at her confession. "Something 'bout her making him leave parties 'n whatnot. 'T be honest, just sounded like they were upset they didn't get their way. Spoiled little prats they sounded like"

Y/n and Libbie snort, giving Lacey a victory smile before a little more taunts were exchanged about the situation. "One thing you'll find is Y/n is the life of the party. Maybe that little party animal will make an appearance t'night" Libbie grins after a layer of lipstick.

"I don't think so" She scrunches her nose.

"Aww c'mon! We got our lads here 't look out fo' us" Libbie whines.

Before Y/n could rebuttal, Lacey looks between the two with nervous eyes. "I-I think we should!" She blurts out. "Ermm, not sure if Rhett has said anything, but I-I've never had like girlfriends 'n whatnot. 'N you lot are a real hoot! S-So we should take advantage!" Lacey spits, eyes wide as hopeful glances were spared to Libbie and Y/n.

And well the last thing she wanted to do was prove Bianca and Trent's point about being controlling. Not to mention, Libbie was right. The lads were there- if anything were to happen, they could take care of them. Plus, Rhett would be kicking his feet with glee if he saw Lacey having a hoot with everyone. How was she going to say no when all this was piling against her. She would have to take one for the team, swallow her anxiety and frustrations about going out for the night.

Maybe it was her chance to finally get back at all those times Niall and Rhett dragged her out to parties, whined about not having enough food to sedate their drunken hunger, and pissing on her bath rug....

Well she wouldn't piss on anyone's bath rug.

Not unless she was drinking tequila.

"Aish," She sighs. "Alreet then, guess it's a hoot you'll have. C'mon" Y/n agrees, causing the two girls to squeal in excitement.

When the girls rejoined that lads, the energy was anew and Lacey and Libbie's grins displayed the transformation. Even the hint of one on Y/n's lips had Harry looking at her like she was his Mona Lisa. It was no secret- nor were they trying to pass it as one- that the girls were brewing something for the night.

Rhett stood to his towering height, Lacey's jacket presented to her. As she turns- slipping her arms into the sleeves- he muses the both of them. "A good wee 'ye had? What's with the giddiness?" He teases.

Y/n wasn't oblivious to the gaze Rhett gave Lacey. It oozed warmth, admiration, and love even from across the table. "Oh it's nothing" Lacey shook her head, shyness washing over her like a shower.

Despite the shyness, Lacey was met with a skeptical glance. "Y'er sure?" Rhett tilts his head, a never-leaving-smile at the corner of his lips.

Y/n cleared her throat softly, feeling a new intensity swimming underneath her skin. "Lacey's being modest. She somehow got me to agree to have a shot at the next bar!" Y/n pipes with a little shake of her head.

Niall, Rhett, Harry, and Lacey both looked at one another in shock. "How in the bleeding fuck did 'ya do that Babe!" Rhett gasps. Not before he quickly whipped his analytical gaze to Y/n. "Oi, how did 'ye let her do that! I've been wit' 'ya fo' years now, 'n you've never just agreed 't take a shot wit' me! She's around 'ya fo' a few minutes 'n she's already got 'ya drinking wit' her" He argues.

"She caught me at a moment of weakness I guess" Y/n brushes it off. "Let's go befo' I change my mind" She couldn't help but threaten.

"'Ye heard the hermit! Let's fucking go" Libbie pushes.

Libbie not only led them out of the restaurant, but down the streets and a couple blocks over to the downtown nightlife that was just waking up. Many different couples, friend groups, and businesses were filling the sidewalks. Luckily, it was still early enough where lines weren't forming outside of the bars, but there were healthy amounts of people within them.

Everyone had left it to Niall and Libbie to choose where to start first. Rhett and Lacey were in their own little world, walking hand-in-hand behind the leaders. Much like the couple, Y/n and Harry walked behind them when Harry tugged Y/n closer to his side with a smile. "So Lacey just convinced 'ya eh?" Harry spoke as close to her ear as he could.

The little bugger was catching on. After all, he had been on the other side- in Lacey's position-so it was easier to spot Y/n's patterns. "More or less," She admits, her hand going underneath his arm to grab his bicep. She would bite into them if he'd let her. "Agreed 'cos she said she didn't have a lot of girlfriends...think that's why Rhett wanted us 't meet her so bad," Y/n whispered, feeling Harry trying to tug her closer with her hand being squeezed between his bicep and torso. "And apparently there's a rumor"

"Oh?" Harry hums. "What rumor?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"Not sure if 'ye can call it a rumor 't be fair" She admits. "Apparently Bianca and Trent have been complaining- saying I'm controlling and have been forcing 'ya 't leave parties 'n whatnot. What a right prude I've been! Don't know how 'ye can even enjoy dating a controlling bastard like me!" Y/n mocks.

Harry didn't like that.

A monstrous nasty feeling stabbed him in the stomach while its teeth chewed over Harry's heart. All his organs had seized in function while the little devious feeling plagued him like the deadliest and most feared illness history has ever seen. He could feel the pinched expression in his t-zone.

Enough was enough.

"Oh" He nearly growled.

Y/n had felt the rearrangement in Harry's demeanor. She's noticed it since last night. "So, tomatoes in my food just convinced 'ya huh?" She ponders out loud, one eyebrow lifting in curiosity.

"Convinced me?" Harry immediately snapped out of his brooding. "What'd 'ya mean? I've always liked tomatoes. Peas are me favorite, but I've never had a problem wit' vegetables"

A giggle erupted from her chest as they stood, waiting for their turn to cross the street. "Y'er the only person I know, who has over four cans of sweet peas in their cupboard," Y/n pointed with a little smile. "But 'm not talking 'bout 'ye liking tomatoes. 'M talking 'bout how 'ye went from stumbling over 'ya words when declining a chance for a pleading mouth to get a'hold of 'ya prick- to telling the waitress 't remake my food, all because I asked fo' no tomatoes" She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Harry knew she would notice. She always did. It felt like she noticed the slightest drop in temperature without even going outside. "They're just tomatoes" He murmurs.

"Are they?" She pushed playfully.

"No" He admits.

Despite the conversation, Y/n and Harry couldn't help but giggle. It was a nice break and gave Harry a second to breathe. "If y'er not ready 't have this conversation, that's okay. We can pick it up later. But if you do, I'm willing to listen" Y/n offers.

And there it was again.

That faster patter against his ribcage, the swelling of his heart, and the floating, weight-less rush she always gave him. Harry was convinced she was nothing short of a drug. A highly addictive, higher than life, drug that hooked him the second he stumbled upon her and their tree.

"Never let me get away wit' anything," Harry nips jokingly. "Think y'er just rubbing off on me a lot more than 'ya think-" He'd turned to seize her attention. Almost like he was searching for another hit of her high. Oh how he wanted her, her high, her everything. Nothing short of anything and everything. "Think 's time I embrace my boundaries, the same way you've embrace y'er desires" His emerald eyes dropped to her lips as if the word desire reminded him of his own. Like the fire had been lit without a match needed.

Y/n's never been a fan of P.D.A. But she's never given less of a fuck than in that moment.

They smeared their lips together as if they were in the privacy of her home. The shyness she expected to creep in didn't have any room to do so, not when they were so desperately close to one another. Not when the boundaries she once had were thrown away and the desires he instilled in them roared to life.

What a funny thing they both were.

How beautifully they worked in tandem together.

"Let's go love birds!" Libbie's voice sounded far away.

With a wet gasp, Y/n and Harry pulled away from one another. Neither of them could tell if it was a burning blush or a fiery embarrassment of nearly snogging in public that etched into their cheeks. Both of them were a bit breathless, smiling like total loons to one another before Harry took her hand and placed it on his bicep once more.

"Seems like I still have one pleading little mouth after me" Harry cheekily grins.

Y/n flushed, squeezing his bicep as if that would grant her some type of relief. "G'na have a lot more than a mouth after 'ya when I get a few drinks in me system" She grumbles, enjoying the night air whipping against her heated skin.

"Oooo promise?"

"Careful what you wish fo'-" She mischievously grins. "Never seen me with a drink or two...think I embraced my desires sober? G'na have another thing coming 't 'ya curly"

A pink, sizzling color bloomed as he blew out a deep breath. It was a new color she'd seen on him- one that looked so gorgeous, it almost wasn't fair. "Lord have Mercy on Me," He pleaded, voice vibrating from his chest. "Have fun t'night Darling, I've got 'ya. Want 'ya to give Lacey the hoot 'ye both deserve" Harry genuinely beams.

That was surely more attainable than normal. Y/n felt like she could use a drink to help uncoil the knots in her tummy. Especially as it only tighten tenfold at Harry's pat on her bum.

-

Y/n was right.

The warning was exactly what she made it sound like. A clear, bright red, flashing warning that Harry didn't pay any mind too. He couldn't, it was borderline impossible. Sure, he'd brushed it off and did that of his own free will.

That had been in the beginning.

At the start, when Y/n only had two cocktails in her system and a full warm meal. In the beginning where her head was sharp and clear, without any alcohol muddled thoughts or actions. The same old Y/n he'd been privy to since the start of their relationship- platonic and romantic.

But now, he was privy to a new Y/n.

A Y/n who downed shooters like a pro, had everyone giggling till their tummies hurt, and even convincing others to buy drinks for the whole party. A Y/n who was such a delight to be around, but that was such a bloody tease- it was driving Harry batty.

It felt like an honor and blessing to see her in this state. Especially when it was such a rarity.

"I told 'ya," Rhett had mused, plopping on the stool beside Harry. Another water handed in his direction as they both just watched with wide smiles at the lasses spinning Niall around like they owed the non-existent dance floor. "Y/n does not drink, but when she does, it's a fucking blast" He laughs.

Which was a complete understatement.

"Should've never doubted 'ya" Harry taunts. He watched as Lacey and Y/n yelled the lyrics of a song to one another- eyes both spacey with the widest grins on their faces. Despite the alcohol swirling in Y/n's system, she made it her mission to include the girl. Almost like they were attached at the hip- even going so far to explain what the conversation was about if she was having trouble following. "Lacey seems like she's having a good time. Seems like she's fitting right in wit' everyone" He turned to Rhett.

It was no secret how nervous the lad was about his girlfriend getting along with everyone. As the night went on, his nerves eased, and seemed to completely disappear as they entered the bar and grill.

"Yeah...suppose I have Y/n 't thank fo' that," He laughs, shaking his head. "The girl makes it her life mission to make sure she feels included. Should've never doubted her" Rhett mimics.

Harry supposed it would've been obvious to Rhett that Y/n did this for Lacey and in a sense for him. "No...no you definitely shouldn't have" Harry grins.

The two of them sat there for a second. Just watching and saving their table. It was almost like his stare drew her in. Harry wasn't making it a secret that he'd been watching her- not when his cheeks were burning from his toothy smile. Y/n could feel his lingering eyes the second she'd walked away with Libbie, Lacey, and Niall.

By now the song was ending, their drinks were gone, and a moment to breathe was needed. Harry stood, offering his stool for Y/n, who gladly accepted. "Here Darling, have a sip-" He handed over his water, kissing her temple while holding guard at her back. With her lips at the mouth of the water bottle, Harry dipped till his own were at the pulse point of her neck. "Need'a another drink? Hmm? Tell me what 'ya need" He encouraged.

Of course he knew what he was doing.

She wasn't the only one who knew how to be a tease. Harry could feel her pulse hardest on his lips, he could feel her spine stiffen at his suggestive tone, and he could only imagine how her thighs pressed together.

In a wet gasp- one that travel straight to his cock- she pulled the bottle away from her lips and turned to him. Her free hand grabbed his bicep and squeezed. "Are 'ya trynna get me drunk?" She implored.

"Noooo, 'course not," He carried out the syllable. "'M trynna be useful 't you...want 'ya 't use me" Harry's innuendo made her buzz more than the alcohol did.

And the arrogant bastard thrived in her buzz.

Her arrogant bastard.

Y/n gulped the water, her throat feeling awfully dry all of a sudden. At least that was dry. "Can you be useful in a number of ways?" She coaxed.

Before he was given a second to prove just how useful he can be, Rhett and Niall completely bursted their bubble. "Oi, getting my lady and this wanker a refill. 'Ye coming? Want another drink Babes?" Rhett asked the two as Niall was already wandering toward the bar.

"Yes please" Y/n smiles as if she weren't asking Harry something filthy.

As Rhett was leading the way toward the bar, Harry's right hand took hold of her chin and positioned her till he had direct access to her lips. Smearing them together for as long as possible, he disconnects with a sinful smile. "Anything fo' you Petal" He swears before trailing Rhett.

Harry hadn't known what came over him. He didn't know what Y/n awakened inside of him- or if he was riding her high- but he felt like he was buzzed, despite not having a sip of alcohol since dinner.

"Fucking whipped the lot of 'ya" Niall had pipped over Harry's inner thoughts. "'Em girls have 'ya by the bullocks. Wrapped 'round their pretty little fingers! It'd be cute 't see if I had a missus for me-self. Instead 'ya making me sick" He jests as they wait for a bartenders attention.

Rhett and Harry chuckle at Niall's drunken grumble. "Nothings stopping 'ya from getting one here- even if it's just fo' a night" Rhett badgers. "'N 'ye weren't complaining when the lot of 'ya were dancing!"

Niall chuckles, his shoulder bouncing with his humor. "Was hoping the sway of me hips would draw in a lucky lady, but didn't have a lot of luck" He threw his head back.

"You would try a mating dance Horan" Rhett blows with a loud laugh.

In the midst of their laughter, a bartender came over and took their orders. Rhett had shouted their drinks before he was off behind the bar gathering everything. Little shoves from almost every direction made it a bit harder to breathe, especially when the music seemed loudest from the nearest corner. He knew Y/n would hate it over here, everything she disliked about a party was here. The crowd, conversations being yelled at one another, and the volume of the speakers. Harry couldn't blame her- not when he felt a slight throb at his temples while he tried to make out what Rhett and Niall were talking about.

"E'cuse me" A firm tap was on Harry's shoulder blade while the voice barely carried over the music.

Without a glance toward the tap, Harry went ahead and moved over. Trying his best to position himself so others behind him could get to the bar to place their own orders. At least they had a some manners- enough to say excuse me rather than just pushing him out of the way.

A laugh rings behind him before a hand is tugging his elbow. "No, I don't need to place an order," The voice giggles. She pulled till Harry faced her. Her chin was pointed up at him, she only reached Harry's chest, making it seem like she was smaller than she actually was. "Was saying excuse me so I could talk 't you" A warm smile told him.

"O-Oh okay- wait...what? Umm why?" Harry's dumbfounded expression was written all over his face.

But that didn't discourage the girl. Instead, the blonde with pearls around her throat and whitened smile giggles again. "Cause I thought y'er handsome...'m Daisy, maybe 'ye can buy me a drink 'n we can chat over there. 'S a bit loud" She offered, her hand traveling till she took Y/n's place on his bicep.

Harry doesn't know if it was his face or the situation that made the bloke beside him start howling in laughter. He doesn't know how long he stayed with this Daisy-girl's hand on his bicep just staring at her. All he knew was, he was not even the slightest bit interested. In fact, her touch made his once perking up cock completely flaccid.

"N-No thank you"

Daisy's eyes lit up- dipping down till they met his lips- while she squeezed his bicep. Why her hand was still on his arm- Harry had no clue. "Then let me buy you a drink" She offers, eyes unapologetically staring at Harry's lips.

"No thank you- I'm watching my girl t'night"

The blonde scoffed, keeping her hand a bit firmly on Harry's elbow. "Your tosser of a girlfriend needs a babysitter?" The question rung in his ears. "-Not all girls are like that 'ya know?" Her tone was as suggestive as her view on Harry's lips and fingers pressed into his arm.

Why was everyone calling his girl a bloody prude? Or insulting his girl in general?

Clearing his throat, Harry brushed her hands away from any part of his skin. Making a mental note to replace the traces of Daisy's touch with Y/n and hopeful more than just replacing them. "She's not a tosser! And 'm in more need of a babysitter than she is. She'a amazing, like she's got this real knack for telling people no while making 'em laugh in the same sentence. She's real patient too! Guess that's how she puts up wit' me sometimes- especially when 'm the one drunk" Words were fumbling out his mouth like a waterfall and his palms were slick with sweat. "She's aces at a lot, don't know how she puts up with me at all. Especially when she reads about the brooding type 'n all 'em books...'ye don't look like the reading type"

Harry had never spoken to anyone like this. And it didn't take a lot for his stomach to kinda drop at the tone he'd taken with her- even if Daisy had bothered him.

Daisy's face only pinched further- pure confusion laced across all her small features. "Yeah, cause 'm not" She confirms.

"That's a right shame," Harry confesses with a limp shrug. He'd twisted till Rhett's gleeful grin caught his attention.

By the way Rhett's eyes looked past him, he guessed that Daisy finally walked away. "Need'a work on 'ya face Harry," He chuckles, eyes now meeting Harry's. "You looked absolutely appalled that she came up 't 'ya. Like she came up 't 'ya and spit in 'ya face. Probably shattered the poor girls confidence" He laughs.

Well that wasn't the goal. He did say no, but she was a persistent little thing. The bit where it might've came across as Harry calling her unintelligent- that was solely his fault.

"Oh, I'll be sure 't work on it" He mutters- though he's fairly certain that he would forget about it in the morning. "Should've tried 't pass her off 't Niall" Harry shrugs as if that was a consolation prize.

The bartender had present the four drinks along with a tablet. Rhett smacked Harry's hand and slapped the side of his card on the reader. "Lemme get this round. The lot of 'em did me a favor" He pipes.

"Did I ever mention y'er my favorite" Niall smiles, grabbing his beer with a grin displaying his success.

"Remember that at the end of the night when I drag 'ye ass outta here. C'mon 'ye drunken leprechaun" Rhett shook his head before they gather the girl's drinks and walked back to their missus.

Their missus -who're hunched over in laughter, tears nearly falling from their eyes, and trying their best to gasp for air breath. Nobody but them knew what the hell they were laughing at. They didn't need to know. Instead, they just watched as they laughed longer with amused grins.

Harry presented her drink as he resumed his place behind her back. His right hand rubbing up her spine as she settled down and leaned back into his touch. Despite not finding anything particularly funny, the corner of his lips couldn't help but lift regardless. A soft thrum in his heart echoed throughout his system till his hand reached the curve from her hip to her bra strap.

It was back.

That light headed, fuzzy feeling that was stronger than the alcohol she'd been sipping. Y/n felt as if he was casting a spell on her, especially the more she wanted his hands on her. These filthy thoughts hummed in her brain as it got harder and harder to focus on anything but him.

"Oi, you c'mere" Libbie had demanded at Niall- who'd followed her in the direction to the bar.

Without missing a beat, Y/n twisted till the points of Harry's hips are pressed on the inside of her thighs. "What's y'er angle curly?" She tilts her head- mindlessly noting how much she missed seeing his beautiful gems and dashing dimples.

Harry's eyebrows crinkle but a smile betrays that curious dip. "Angle wit' what Darling?" He mused. Her eyes were glossed over with alcohol but her mind was working in wonders. If Harry hadn't seen nor handed Y/n every drink, he would've guessed she had a lot less than she actually did.

"Wit' me-" She licks her lips, her thighs pushing into the points of his hips. "-why're you being so lovey towards me hmm? Said it wasn't cos 'ye found out 'm a virgin. Is it because of 'em bastards talking? Or are 'ya looking fo' a blowie?" She questions with analytical eyes.

Immediately, a snort is scoffed through his nose just has he squeezes her hips. The tips of his fingers pushing into the soft covered skin- bits of him wishes his mark would be there permanently. "No Darling, not looking fo' anything," The tip of his right thumb directed the point of her chin upwards. Y/n's throat being stretched till their noses brush against one another. Despite the gentle hold, he could feel the wild patter of her pulse. "You've just got me wrapped 'round 'ye pretty little fingers. Can't keep me hands 't myself. Can't believe 'ye expect me too...especially wit' this greedy little pout 'n imploring eyes" He rasped thickly.

Y/n wanted to get the fuck out of there.

She wanted to take him by his tiny little wrist and pull him till she could ravish him in privacy. Because despite the lack of experience with sex, she was a possessive lover. Much too jealous to let anyone else see the beauty Harry surely was when he came. Surely, this had to be the possessive-obsessive love Killian Carson had for his Little Rabbit- it's the only way Y/n could make even the slightest bit sense of all these rampant feelings.

A deep, sinful chuckle ghosts the shell of her ear. Harry's lips were centimeters from the flesh. "What're you thinking 'bout Darling?" He begged in such a pretty voice- it was almost morally reprehensible.

The alcohol directed her but she refused to let it take Harry's hand off of her jawline. Her own fingers reached the strands at the nape of his neck and she drew him in closer. The length of his back acting as the only source of privacy in a very rowdy bar.

"'M thinking 'bout this slutty little waist thrusting into me Harry," She professed- not even recognizing the sultry tone she took. No amount of alcohol in the world could make her miss the carnal moan that Harry grunted. It was almost a growl. "Don't have 't be the only one wrapped 'round something Harry...can't believe 'ye expected me too ask fo' it...especially wit' y'er hands enticing me 'n sexual innuendos. Almost like 'ye know my mind can create the most descriptive daydreams of any implication"

Harry was both amused and so fucking desperate.

How was this little minx riling him up with words? How was his cock twitching along with the pulse of her heart as if she'd been touching him for hours? Was Y/n's ability drawn from the many books or was this solely her own void?

And why the fuck was Libbie and Niall coming back with a tray of little plastic cups of pink liquid?

"Oh Darling," His grip mindlessly tightened- but nothing to hurt her. No, nothing to even cause an indent in her skin. "Could cum on the spot just from 'ye talking 't me" He shamelessly groans.

Y/n loved, loved, loved this.

Till she caught the sight of Libbie and Niall's evil grins and purchase across a tray.

No. No, she hated this torture.

What was the easiest excuse for them to leave this bar? Would their friends notice they just left to tear off one another's clothes? Would Rhett be upset that Y/n and Harry wanted to call it a night? He would understand. Had he too, there were nights Y/n stayed out in the cold by herself just for Rhett and Niall alike to run off wit' a lass. So everyone would understand.

Right?

"Here we are!" Libbie smiles, the gold tinsel glistening under the lights in tandem with her gold dangly earrings. "Shooters fo' everyone! Bartender said they were called pink starbursts or somewhat! Didn't even charge me!" She cheers.

Everyone- including Rhett and Harry- had a plastic cup, half full with a softy baby pink. Harry could smell watermelon from the cup, seemingly like there wasn't any alcohol mixed in. But he's learned his lessons many times before. Just because it doesn't smell or taste like alcohol, doesn't mean there's no alcohol. Which makes it much more dangerous.

"Quick someone make a toast!" Lacey bounces with excitement.

"Here's 't love, here's 't honor, if 'ye can't cum-"

"No!"

Three of the six were cackling like little hyenas, meanwhile the other three were staring in disbelief. "'Ye know what, gimme that back" Libbie playfully reached for Rhett's cup. "Sick bastard, keep it in 'ya pants for a bit longer yeah? The nights still young!"

Oh no.

As if they could telepathically talk to one another, Harry looked at Y/n as she looked at him.

"C'mon, let's just stick to a simple cheers," Lacey gripes, lifting her cup in the air. "Cheers!" She directed.

Harry hated to admit, but the quick drink had actually done him both a favor and disservice. He felt a bit looser- not so tight and tensed as the night continued and new bars were explored. It was nice to be just a lad with his missus, surrounded with friends, and conversations that normally wouldn't take place without the assistance of alcohol.

But Harry's never claimed to be good at drinking. And although he wasn't swimming in the alcohol like pervious times, he could feel the warmth the alcohol provided and the bit of liquid courage that comes with it. Thus, the disservice came when it was impossible to will away the tent in his trousers.

And it seemed like Y/n just knew the struggle he was under. Especially when she'd finished yet another drink, pulled Harry toward the make-shift dance floor, and softly rocked her bum against him. It wasn't anything aggressive or insanely provocative, but it was enough for Harry to swallow down his whimpers.

Instead, Harry just suffered but enjoyed the night the best he could.

-

There was a mute throb underneath her eyes the next morning.

Her limbs felt restricted from soreness and unfeasibly heavy. All thoughts were still swimming around while her tongue was just a dry muscle in her mouth. Y/n so desperately needed a reset day.She had no idea how the hell Niall and Rhett did this on an almost weekly basis.

"Good morning," The deep and raspy voice startled her and awoken her in an unimaginable way. "How's 'ya head feeling? Legs hurt?" Harry questioned, clearing his throat but it still sat octaves lower than it normally did.

Wait, what?

Why would her legs hurt?

"What the fuck happened?" She mused, her eyes the only thing able to move as she tried to regain all function in her body.

Harry chuckles- and she immediately thinks of something sinful. "Gave Lacey 'n Libbie one hell of a hoot last night," He teases. Like he understood Y/n didn't want to move in the slightest, Harry twists till his large hand is pushing away the tangled hair at her neck and grabbing her thigh. In the midst of tugging her limb over his hip, she hisses at the slight ache that vibrated through her. "'M Sorry Love, do they still hurt?" He asks with a level of concern she'd never heard before.

Y/n's mind blanked. Still? She hadn't gotten blackout drunk, how could she not remember what -exactly- had made her hiss out in pain in the beginning. "What?" She repeated.

With a little tug, Harry situated her thigh so that the point of his hips weren't digging into the same spot that felt like a bruise was blossoming under. "Did 'ya drink that much 'ya don't remember?" He giggles, fingertips brushing ever so slightly on the surface of her thigh.

"I didn't think so, I mean I remember leaving the bars last night, vaguely remember a blonde going home wit' Niall, 'n Libbie doing her famous Irish goodbye," Y/n cleared her throat. She sounded like a smoker. "What am I forgetting? W-We umm did something?" She hinted.

"No Darling we didn't have sex," Harry smiles boyishly at her. "Tested me all night 'n got that hot little mouth on me on the ride over. But didn't want 'ya 't forget 'ya first time cos you were drunk" He hums softly, his thumb rubbing her flushed cheeks.

Y/n doesn't know if she's upset or appreciative of Harry's decision. And she assumed that's displayed on her face.

"What's this pout for?"

She shrugs, brushing her hands in his hair. It was almost unfair just how fluffy they still were and how they remain untangled in beautiful chestnut curls. "I really wanted too, curious about how it'll feel, 'n I trust you...but I understand why we didn't," She murmurs. Despite how shy she felt about this conversation, her eyes remained on Harry's- almost like she was searching for him to protest. "I dunno...probably best I do it wit' some kind of alcohol in me system though" Y/n shrugged once more.

Immediately, there's a knot in-between Harry's brows. "What? Why? 'Ye don't wanna remember y'er first time?" He almost pouts saying that out loud.

"That's not what I mean," She reassures. "I do wanna remember my first time- well unless I cum too quickly or something embarrassing, then I don't wanna remember any of it"

Harry's soft scoff exits his nose and warms her skin. "Dunno, might give me ego a good rub if 'm able 't make 'ya cum quickly" He taunts, fingers never ceasing their caress.

"Even more so not wanting 't remember it, don't need 'ya head getting any bigger" She teases without missing a beat.

"Heyyyy" He whines. "Then what's the reason 't have alcohol in 'ya system?" The question was so fragile, she felt ridiculous for the actual answer.

She was almost sheepish saying it out loud- unsure if it was an actual turn on like her books describes it to be. "I tried 't get off wit' a dildo once 'n it didn't fit," Y/n confesses. She could both see and hear Harry's suppressed gasp. "Libbie told me 't try it after a drink or two- something 'bout how it'll help loosen up the muscles 'n me mind. But I'll still remember it" She explains- such a casual shrug and tone despite the conversation they were having.

"I'm g'na cum"

"Right now!" Her exclamation was really meant to be a question.

"Maybe" He mindlessly admits. "W-Wait, why did you try wit' a dildo? 'N not like wit' 'ya fingers or somewhat?" The dent between his eyebrows never left. Instead, it was almost like it became deeper and deeper etched into the skin.

Y/n shrugs. "Had read a smutty scene 'n my fingers were tired" She shamelessly reveals.

"You're fucking amazing" The compliment flew off his lips in a vow. Harry inched closer, the point of his hips digging into that sore pressure point once more, and it seemed like that only excited her body again. "No longer need 'em fingers, can use me 't get off...any time 'ya need" He declares.

That riled her up to no end.

She could feel her nipples perk up and tingles zap through her lower belly. Y/n would have to test out that little oath of his. It would be nice for someone else to bring her over the edge. Even a part of her was curious what it was like to have someone else edge her, tease her, and be responsible for her orgasm.

Their lips were attached very briefly before her thoughts betrayed her once again. "Wait," She muttered. "If we didn't have sex, then why are my legs so bloody sore?" She questions, the etch between her brows mimicking Harry's.

Harry giggles. "I carried 'ya from the car 't 'ya room...had fallen asleep after a bit of a steamy snog in the back of the car- think the driver was trying not 't look but couldn't help himself. A few cars had honked at him" He recalls with a little exhaled laugh. "Suppose we did give him a bit of a show, but 'ye had grumbled something 'bout me squeezing 'ya legs too hard"

Y/n faintly remembers handing Harry her keys and then throwing her bra at him when he'd tossed her a shirt from her dresser. She was so sleepy, it felt like it was all a dream. "Did 'ya see my tits?" She lifted her eyebrow- wondering if the squawk was her dreamy state or Harry's reaction to her throwing off her shirt.

Which immediately caused him to clear his throat. "Y-Yeah I did. I didn't know you had taken off 'ya shirt let alone 'ya bra" He explains shyly.

"Were they nice?"

"Very"

-

Lacey had been the newest addition to the group.

She had joined them for their weekly study dates in the library pods, coffee runs, and even brought her own little twist on the routine that had-unknowingly- been established. Like when she'd brought little snacks for everyone to munch on while studying. Or convinced the girls to try a new coffee at the campus coffee bar. Even sharing her own interests that immediately caught everyone's attention. Like some magician she'd been a big fan of since her childhood- her and Libbie squeal in amazement every time they watch a new trick he's done. Niall had even gasped and gapped when he watched a couple videos himself. Lacey had mixed well with everyone- almost like she brought everyone in a balance. It wasn't just Y/n wanting to stay in or Niall wanting to hit up a pub.

And it was clear that Rhett was smitten for this. Wrapped around her pretty little fingers he was.

"Oi, where's our little Lacey at?" Libbie smiled as everyone was settling into the pod.

Rhett's cheeks flushed before a proud smile beamed over his lips. "She'll be here soon, had 't talk 't a professor before heading this way," He continued with a smile. "You lot enjoy her being 'round? Like actually? Not just doing it fo' my sake?" Rhett glanced between Libbie and Y/n.

This tickled the girls- it'd been awhile since Rhett showed this much effort and feelings toward a lass. The last time, she'd gone and fucked another dude, even gloated about it to her friends. It bruised the lad and he decided it was best to take a break from dating for a while. So it was amazing to see him dipping his toe back in the waters.

Y/n pushed her foot at his shin. "When have 'ye ever known of Libbie 'n I hanging 'round people we don't actually enjoy," She reassures through a light hearted tease. "She's great Rhett, compliments 'ye well. Don't sweat it Babe"

"Yeah, sweet as pie that one! I don't know who else can keep up wit' a drunk Y/n better than her!" Libbie giggles.

A boyish smile- one he tried to hide but failed- shines on his lips. "Okay...okay good," He nods happily. "'M g'na run 'n grab a coffee, be back in a tick"

Both girls sat there- a bit in silence- looking over their own agendas. Y/n was growing a bit overwhelmed with how demanding classes were starting to amp up. Typically she was aces at not spreading herself too thin- always having enough time to study or turn in assignments in advance. But that changed when her relationship with Harry became official. Not because of his doing, certainly not. It was because any time alone they had- whether this was under their tree at a party or in a bookstore- all she wanted to do was connect with him.

Sometimes she didn't need to be in a deep snog with Harry to get stuck up in her thoughts. Instead, the bugger plagued them without being in the same room as her. And Harry had the audacity to say he was wrapped around her little fingers- as if she wasn't wrapped around his the same way.

Libbie capped her pen and stared at Y/n till she returned the gaze. She stared. And stared some more. A lot more till Libbie cleared her throat with a strong hum. "Can I help you?" Y/n raised a brow, but continued writing down next week's hectic plans.

"Yes," She announced- very matter of factly. "I've been waiting for you 't break the news to me for days now and you haven't" She stated with an even tone.

Y/n returned her gaze then. "News?" She repeated. "Did Rhett tell 'ya? I told that little prat not 't say anything! Aish, he's g'na hear an earful when he comes back" Y/n grumbles, a sour frown over her lips.

Libbie was between gutted and shocked. "How in the bleeding fuck can 'ya tell Rhett befo' me! That's like committing treason! No! That's like betrayal 'n treason!" The blonde shook her head and threw her pen down in a dramatic huff.

"Cos it was suppose 't be a surprise"

"That's the worst surprise ever!" Libbie fought back.

Surely, they weren't talking about the same thing. If so, that stung more than Y/n would admit. "Wait, what do you think I told Rhett?" Y/n was beyond confused.

"That 'ye 'n Harry finally fucked!" She heaved.

"Definitely lost in translation," Y/n laughs to herself. "We're not on the same page Libs. Especially since that hasn't happened yet"

Surprisingly, this made the blonde pout even further. "How! The lad was rubbing against 'ya like a puppy in heat! 'N you gave him fuck me eyes! How did he not take the chance!" It amused Y/n more and more when her friend always found out that Y/n had yet to be deflowered. Sometimes Libbie cared about it more than Y/n did. But this time, Y/n could definitely understand her frustrations.

Hell, she was still feeling the same frustration as if Harry's hands were on her this second.

"'Cos I was drunk...'n he's an absolute gentlemen," She laughs. "Makes me wanna shag him more, but it wasn't our time yet" Y/n shrugs.

Libbie scoffed, still in disbelief that after all of Saturday night- all the touching, kisses, and desperation, it hadn't changed a thing. Well besides Harry getting an eye full of her tits. (Which- in hindsight- Y/n was thankful for since that seemed to draw out something from him. He'd been more attentive to them; and she couldn't ever express her gratitude for that)

Before Libbie could continue her huffing and puffing, she stops and tilts her head. "What did you think Rhett told me?" She explored almost like she was experiencing whiplash in real time.

"That I had gotten tickets 't see that magician in the next village over...so hopefully 'ye 'n Lacey are free this weekend"

"Shut the fuck up" Libbie gasps.

"Still wanna talk about my virginity?"

"Not in the slightest"

So they hadn't. They prattled on and on about their weekend adventure into the next village over. Libbie was shocked she was able to even grab tickets- they had sold out by the time she'd gotten into the sale window. Y/n admitted that she'd skipped her lecture and had been log into three different devices- all with different emails- to better her chances.

Who knew a magician would've have the demand like he was a real movie star or the biggest band on the planet! ;)

By the time Libbie had booked their stay at a local hotel, Lacey had joined with a wide smile and red bitten nose. "Just the lovely ladies I wanted 't see!" She cheers, sitting herself in the seat Rhett had taken perviously. "Are you guys busy Sunday?" She questions, almost bouncing in her seat.

"We'll all be busy Sunday!" Libbie pipes.

Lacey's eyebrows scrunched, immediately looking to Y/n to help her connect the missing pieces. "If y'er busy or already have plans, don't feel obligated 't change 'em- but I got us all ticket's 't see that magician 'ye like so much" Y/n giggles, being met with a similar- if not bigger- reaction.

Her mouth was wide open as she looked like a fish out of water. "What! Are you serious? How the actual fuck did 'ya get tickets!" Lacey was beyond flabbergasted. Her wild eyes looked between the two ladies- almost like Libbie's equally as excited reaction was validation. "Y'er serious-" The question immediately made Y/n nod before turning her phone screen to display the three tickets. Lacey raced to Y/n side of the table, throwing her arms around her neck in a tightening hug. "Oh my- y'er serious! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I could fucking kiss you, Y/n!"

"Oi! That's my girlfriend!"

"Harry!- Please don't stop on our account, continue as if we weren't here"

"Those are our girlfriends 'ya wank"

"Then it doesn't count as cheating!' Niall exclaims.

In the mist of daggers being thrown at the lad, Harry slips between Lacey and Y/n- placing a to-go cup in front of her- and grabs at her waist. A protective squeeze turned into a possessive re-angling of Y/n's attention to him and only him. And an actual re-angling, as in Harry took it upon himself to turn Y/n's office chair to his chest and nuzzle himself between her thighs.

Y/n could feel a sinful hunger course through her- wishing and willing to plead Harry to remind her of the soreness in her thighs.

Luckily Lacey was a good sport about it and couldn't read Y/n's mind. Instead, she giggles and rejoins Rhett's side. "You can have her now Styles...just know it's my bed she'll be in this weekend" She winks.

"Am I invited?"

"For fucks sake Niall, go somewhere else" Rhett growls.

Despite the sour mood etched into Harry and Rhett's foreheads, it didn't stop them from joining the table. It did make them keep a possessive hand on the lasses thighs though.

But of course, Harry had to take it a step further. His hand was over the expansion of Y/n's thigh- fingertips squeezing the muscle, overwhelming her with a ticklish and tempting feeling. However, he needed more. Harry was desperate for more, like the weight of Y/n's body against his, her warmth and smell encompassing him whole, and taking up Harry's whole lap.

Goodness, he needed it.

Unfortunately, he settled with her legs thrown in his lap. His itching hands able to rub up and down the length of them.

"You told 'em?" Rhett smiles in Y/n direction- his hold on Lacey looking a bit similar just far less possessive.

Y/n nodded as she took in the never fading grin on Libbie and Lacey's faces. "Yeah, Libs 'n I just finished booking the hotel. We'll be outta here Friday after lectures" She explains.

Harry's hand squeezed harder at her leg. "Where're 'ya going?" He pouts, ignoring the other eyes surrounding them.

Before Y/n utters even a breath, Libbie and Lacey gushed in excitement over the weekend plans. It made Lacey's earlier comment about Y/n make sense- which only deepened Harry's pout- while he just watched them squeal, even Rhett was happily listening to them prattle on and on about the event.

"Well next weekend- the lot of 'ya are booked!" Lacey grins. "'M hosting everyone! Will have drinks 'n food galore! I even found a recipe 't make those cherry limeade drinks we were talking 'bout!" She points the last bit toward Y/n and Libbie.

More was being said, but Harry's ears stopped functioning. The lad's fingers went from squeezing to rubbing the seams of Y/n's trousers. Despite his attempts, the fabric wasn't nearly as grounding as he needed it to be. Harry guesses Y/n isn't the only one who gets lost in their thoughts. He tried to stop the spiral before it started, it just wasn't working.

Laughter had bubbled from Y/n chest- still not piercing through Harry's deafness- before she smiled at Lacey. "Sounds like a lot of fun...it'll be nice 't be a guest fo' once! Since nobody likes 't invite me over" She taunts, quick glances at Rhett, Niall, and Libbie.

A pink color floated over the apple of Lacey's cheeks. "Oi! The lot of 'ya are terrible hosts if 'ya can't invite the life of the party!" She scolds.

Which only set the three into a tizzy.

"The hermit doesn't like leaving her bloody house!" Libbie had gasped over Niall.

"Have 't barge my way into her own house!" Niall pouts.

Even Rhett had muttered something about Y/n not being the life of the party on a daily basis. Everything they had started to spew out landed on another pair of deaf ear as Y/n reached into her book bag. "Any-who! 'M off 't the library, gotta return this before Ms. Clark hunts me down...C'mon Harry" Y/n had taken her legs off his lap and began walking toward the library.

Finally, she had his attention.

When they had entered the library, Y/n was quick to throw the book in a return pile. Before she had the chance to turn to Harry, he already had her by the hand. Softly pulling at her to the familiar paleontology section. And she didn't bother to fight his tugs or try to redirect them.

"What's wr-"

Y/n couldn't finish her thought, not when there were two familiar figures pressing into each other on the book shelf in front of them. Harry cleared his throat as her startled squeal echos over their wet lip lock. "Harry!" Angela gasps, softly pushing Trent away from her. "What're you doing here?" She inhales sharply.

"Looking fo' a book," He grumbles an octave lower. "Piss off the both of 'ya" He demanded.

Although Angela would've had no problem following his command, Trent couldn't help the smug smirk spreading evilly on his face. "Trynna crack 'ya prude of a girlfriend, Styles? Don't know if fucking a virgin behind a bookshelf would be as romantic as you believe, but please be my guest" He sneers, his eyes glancing over to Y/n.

Oh the fucker was still seething about that?

"Listen here 'ya twat-"

"Say that again Trent, I dare you" Harry had growled as he took a threatening step closer to Trent. "Oh don't have the balls 't say anything anymore-" He mocked wickedly. "Now piss off...'m not g'na say it again" His voice was venomous while his eyes pinned Trent still.

Everything had equally shut her up and made her thighs squeeze together.

'What in the bleeding fuck had gotten into Harry?' She thought before shamelessly admitting to herself that it was very arousing hearing the commands fall from his lips.

What the bleeding fuck was wrong with her?

If it weren't for Angela pulling at Trent's arm, they might still be facing one another off. Luckily for Trent, Angela was a bit more sensible than she led on. "And Trent?" Harry called, looking over his shoulder before they both left the section. "Say something 'bout Y/n again, 'n you'll fucking regret it" He rumbles.

Angela took the silence as an answer and continued pulling Trent away from Harry.

As they stood in the isle alone, Harry turned his undivided attention to Y/n. Who was staring owlishly at him- like he'd shown her the magic and creatures that litter her books. Like he'd become one of those badass mafia members she'd read about. Or like he'd taken note of a character in a dark romance they had just started reading a few nights ago.

"That was very Legacy of Gods, of you" Y/n stated with raised eyebrows.

Harry didn't offer her a response. Rather than speaking a single word, he shrugs with a dark pink color on his cheeks and stuffed himself in her chest. His button nose tucked into the junction where her neck and collarbones meet, eyes shut in a moment of bliss, and his lengthy body encompassing her whole.

Whiplash.

Whip. Lash.

Whip-fucking-lash

This man cuddled into her chest- like he didn't just growl at that twat- was giving her the best case of whiplash. It wasn't just a black and white case either. It was all colors in the universe. The bite in his tone was something she's never heard on him before, but the lad who' is stuffed in her chest was Harry.

Her Harry.

"Button," Her voice softly croaked after she gave him a few more moments to collect himself. Or maybe it was really a moment for her. "Need'a see those gems, Button" She whispered, rubbing the full length of his back.

Reluctantly, Harry peeked out from his hiding spot. Y/n couldn't help herself. She place both of her palms on the warmth of his cheeks and just smiled at him.

"Y'er really hot when you curse" It flew out of her mouth without a second thought. And she'd revel in the new heat in his cheeks. "If I weren't a prude virgin, I would let 'ya fuck me against the bookshelf. Honestly, still not opposed to the idea" All these thoughts and words were just falling out of her mouth.

Harry's eyes dropped to her lips like he was debating on if he could convince her to let him. But something else was eating him alive. "Y'er not a prude or controlling or anything those twats wanna call you" He spit harshly, his chest tightening painfully.

Y/n's eyebrows immediately crunch, but she welcomed the tightening squeeze of Harry's hands. It grounded her, like he knew she wanted anything to remind her that this was really happening. "Harry? Where's this coming from?" She asks barely above a whisper.

The corner of his jawline popped and she could notice his eyes flick off to the side. Not far enough where it makes it obvious he's not looking at her. No, it was much more calculated than that. It was like Harry wanted her to believe he was looking directly at her, but instead he was looking around her.

A tense silence stilled them for a bit till Harry let go of a long breath. "Just been thinking 'bout how 'ye said you didn't wanna push us into having sex, because you think y'er pushy," He confessed. It was clear as day just how lost in thought he was. And Y/n wanted to drink up every single thought he had. "Then when 'ya told me 'bout those prats calling you controlling because I wanted 't leave wit' you instead of being at a party or whatnot. 'N then everyone grumbling 'bout 'ye being a virgin! It's fucking ridiculous!"

"Who else knows 'm a virgin?" She mumbles mindlessly.

"Y/n" Harry's voice was begging her. "'S not 'bout you being a virgin! 'S 'bout me not having a backbone 't stand up fo' you! I'm the prude! I'm the passive bastard! I don't blame you fo' not wanting 't get into bed wit' me! Hell, I wouldn't even kiss-"

Whatever else he had to say, Y/n wasn't hearing any of it. No, not a single thing. And she certainly wasn't going to let him continue beating himself up in front of her.

So she shut him up the only way that she knows how.

By slamming her lips against his and grasping onto him for dear life. By letting her tongue sooth over his bottom lip- before convincing him to open up those pretty, puffy lips. By taking a note out of his book and slipping their legs till she's straddling his thigh and squeezing her core against the firm muscle. If this was a romp in the library, she would grind herself against his thigh.

But it wasn't, perhaps a different time.

Y/n captured his lips one more time after giving him a second to collect a breath. The last kiss ended with her front teeth nibbling into his bottom lip before she broke to see his wetted pout.

A fucking wet dream this man was.

"Y'er none of those things Harry," She swears, unbothered to clear her throat. "Sure, it would've stung a little had you not stuck up fo' me right then wit' Trent, but you did. And you did fucking amazing" She praised, pushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Her praise and kiss only got a deeper pout from Harry. So, she peppered at the skin she could reach in soft, feather-like kisses. Ending with one long kiss to his soft lips.

When they parted a bit, a soft smile- only Harry can pull out of her- spread on her lips. "You're selling yourself way too short Harry. Y'er learning how 't work that 'nonexistent backbone'-" She put in air-quotes. "-nothing wrong wit' learning 'ya boundaries, everyone has to learn somewhere. I was shite at putting them up myself...as fo' not getting 'ya in me bed, well I would shag 'ya right here if I could. But there's nothing wrong with waiting. I mean fuck, I've waited all these years. What's a little bit longer?" She smiles softly, thumbs soothing the expansion of his reddening cheeks.

"I-I just feel silly fo' not sticking up fo' 'ya sooner" Harry whispers like it was a secret.

A wider smile and seed of warmth- innocent warmth- spread in her tummy. "Nothing 't worry 'ya pretty little head 'bout my Love," The nickname fell off her lips effortlessly. "'M sure you'll have many more opportunities 't redeem yourself since you leave a long list of broken hearts" Y/n teases, rubbing their noses together.

Harry giggled. And not a pouty or half-hearted giggle. She could feel the tummy-felt-giggle against her own torso. "Would you have told me if 'ye were upset that I didn't stand up fo' you?" He questioned.

"Have you known me 't bite my tongue?" She retorted playfully. Harry shook his head, a few hairs falling onto his forehead. "Thank you for telling me what was eating at you Button...'n for the record, I most definitely want 'ya in me sheets. 'Ya just a proper bastard" She taunts.

Y/n was awarded another giggle. One that warmed her skin and further bloomed the heat in her tummy. "I'll make it worth the wait," He swore, lips getting closer to her ear. "I'll have 'ya cumming from my fingers 'n mouth before I even get 'ya on my cock" Harry vowed, kissing the shell of her ear.

Fuck.

The whiplash was back and it had a friend.

"I'll hold 'ya to it Harry" She seductively noted, pulling at his hair. Thankfully earning a grunt in response.

"Too bad 'ya leaving me this weekend...could've introduced 'ya 't me fingers and mouth," He offered, tightening that electric coil in her lower belly. "Could've spent the whole weekend tasting you, I would've done anything 't make up being a passive bastard before. Could've been chewing over 'ya pretty little tits in between making you cum on my mouth...but y'er leaving me 't see some magician"

Oh the twit was teasing her!

Point for Harry.

Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted to give her ticket to Niall. But Lacey and Libbie were excited for a girls trip. And Y/n has a hunch he understood that much.

Still didn't stop her from rolling her hips against his thigh. "Maybe I would've let you ride my thigh, looks like y'er gagging fo' me thigh" He purrs, pushing his leg up further.

An electric shock traveled from her clit to that coil in her tummy. Y/n was on her toes from the shift, making it harder to roll her hips. Again, she had a feeling that's what Harry wanted.

"No more dark romance books fo' you" Y/n grumbled irate. She's thankful she'd opted for jean trousers today, anything else and she's sure she would've soaked through onto Harry's jean clad thigh. But she wouldn't have minded him walking around with a wet patch on his thigh.

Noted for next time.

Harry's lips demanded her attention. Giving her a nip for paying attention to something else that wasn't him. At least he thought. "Oh Darling- this isn't from a little book. It's just my un-sedated appetite 't feel how wet 'ya get fo' me. Little witch you are, haven't wanted anything but you since I walked into y'er little oasis" He testified.

She could fucking cum- no stimulation needed. And she'd blame it all on being a virgin. Whether that was true or not, it made her feel better for being so touch deprived.

"I'm still going on this trip" She sputtered, literally nothing else coming to mind.

Which just made Harry laugh. Even in his kisses traveling up her neck to her lips, he giggled and savored each kiss. "Y'er fucking amazing, Darling," He hums. "Just know when you get back, y'er mine"

"Will you help me pack and unpack?" She questions.

"Yes"

"Good, 'm dick all at packing," She sighs in relief. "Maybe 'ye can continue 't convince me 't stay, but till then, tell me who else knows 'm a blood virgin!"

-

Y/n should've known Harry wouldn't be all too helpful helping her pack. That was very clear the moment she'd opened the door for him. Despite his cheery hello and Bourbon seeking the upmost pets he could possibly get, Harry had her lips any and every chance he could get them.

Whether this meant turning her around and pushing her against the washer as she did a load of laundry. Or it was after snooping through the few folded items she had stuffed in a duffle bag. Apparently, Y/n had a few undergarments that caught Harry's attention, his eyes imploring what she would look like in them.

"T'is isn't fo' Lacey is it?" Y/n's baby-pink lace bra was dangling from his fingers while a pout took his bottom lip. "If it is, I think I should at least see 'ya in it first!" Harry grumbles.

Y/n gave him a pointed look but the corner of her lips were turned upward. "It's not for Lacey. It's for Libbie. The matching knickers are fo' Lacey" She jabs, sifting through another load of laundry.

It had been awhile since she did more than a few items she needed.

"Oi, what's fo' me then?" Harry mopes. "Can't leave me out 't dry Babe" He continued to tease.

At least Y/n believed he was teasing. She couldn't be too sure after the little episode in the library. "You'll find out once 'ye actually help me pack!" Y/n threw a balled up shirt at him. "C'mere 'n sort through that half. Anything that looks good for the weekend, 'ye can put in between us" She directed.

Harry sat on the other side of the bed, lifting each item with examining eyes, before he began folding it. After a few items, Y/n noticed he hadn't put anything between them. Perhaps she had shit taste in clothes- at least that's what she thought before Harry folded up a perfect shirt to grab dinner in and continued to put it in the other pile.

Oblivious to her mental note, Harry continued as if she wasn't paying attention. When his pile of clothes sat folded, he finally met her gaze. "Don't have anything 't wear...looks like 'ye have 't stay this weekend" He smiles brightly.

"I don't know why I even asked fo' 'ya help" She giggled, picking up a few of her own piles and began putting them away.

"Heyyyy," His nose scrunched. "'M just teasin' 'ya....I actually helped, look-" Harry then grabbed a handful of shirts, presenting them to her, before pointing at each one. "-This wit' y'er favorite jeans, then this one if 'ya wanna be comfy but cute, this can be the outfit 'ya wear 't the event, 'n then this if the lot of 'ya go out or somewhat" He described.

In the midst of explaining the outfits, Y/n walked over and stood beside him. A cheek eating grin spread over her face. "Thank you Button," She pushed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Looks like 'm all packed" Y/n announced, stuffing her duffle bag of the folded clothes and trousers to go with the shirts.

Despite their teasing, they cuddled on the couch. Harry explaining that Niall was dragging Rhett and himself out while the ladies were out of town. An episode of Kitchen Nightmares echoed in the background- neither of them paying any mind to it- as they talked about their weekend. "Guess you 'n Rhett took my spot of being dragged into town" She smiles, laying on Harry chest as his back mushed into the couch cushions.

Harry's hands were petting at her hair and back when a soft grin pulled at his lips. "You sure 'ye can't take him wit' you guys?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "He can be 'ya driver or whatnot, just don't leave him unsupervised wit' Rhett 'n I"

Giggling, Y/n shook her head as her chin rested on the back of her hand that was against Harry's sternum. "You really want Niall wit' us? After he encouraged Lacey 't kiss me 'n whatnot?" Y/n was learning fairly quickly that Harry had a bit of a jealous streak in him.

And she absolutely loved it.

The lad under her looks off to the side. His features screamed indecisiveness the more his brows pulled together. "No-" He fusses. "Think it should be against the rules fo' you 't leave wit' out me...especially at Niall 'n Rhett's mercy. That's so cruel" Harry winces, hands squeezing before going back to their soothing motions.

"What rules?"

Harry kisses his teeth. "Our rules, 'ya know the boundaries of our relationship or whatever 'ye liked 't call it!" He gripes in the performance of his life.

Y/n laughed hard, nearly bouncing on his torso at his little act. "That's the quickest road 't divorce Harry" She nudges.

"Since when were we married!"

"Oh so you don't wanna marry me?"

His mouth opens but closes when another thought seemed to cross his mind. "There's no winning answer 't that question Bug," He reveals with analytical eyes. "If I get 'ya a ring befo' tomorrow, does that mean you won't leave me wit' Niall?"

She laughed hardest at this. "No!" Y/n sequels. "Think of it as a break! Like 'm a parent and need 't leave the kiddos for a quick getaway. I'll be back befo' you know it. 'N then we can continue reading our book" She promises, fingers brushing the falling curls off of his forehead.

"Am I y'er husband or y'er kid?" Harry gasps.

"There's no winning answer 't that Bug" Y/n mimicked his accent before snickering.

In an offended gasp, Harry didn't think twice as he swatted at her bum. Regardless of her giggles- clearly pleased with herself- Harry felt her thighs clench and her fists grabbing his shirt. "Ya know what, fine! Go on y'er trip! Guess I'll just be here, waiting fo' 'ya, like a nagging housewife" He gripes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n was in a heap of giggles. It made it harder for her to push herself upward, legs straddling Harry's hips, as he laid under in a pout. "Just make sure dinners ready when I come back" She poked.

Harry's mouth dropped and that made her throw her head back as a loud cackle escaped. And Harry watched- in his own amusement and admiration- watched her giggle till she was holding her tummy. Y/n was so carefree and receptive to his attention- it drove him mad and determined to continue at the same time. Again, it was that high she always provided. And laying under her was him taking hit after hit.

"Oi, why're you looking at me like that?" Her blood colored the skin of her cheeks. She suddenly felt shy- bum resting above his crotch and hands grabbing onto his t-shirt- all while under his appreciative gaze.

Both of his hands reached out till his palms were flushed with her hips. His left hand traveled to her lower back- providing a bit of pressure till their chest to chest. "Just thinking 'bout what 'm g'na make fo' dinner when 'ya get back," He taunts, rubbing their noses together. "Jokes aside, have fun 'n be safe yeah?"

The words were hot on her lips. His squeezing, her proximity, and their intense stare made them mad. Y/n doesn't know if it was her that leans in first or if it was Harry. Or quite possibly just the gravity of desire that tugged them together at once. Like two magnets colliding as their lips weaved together.

His right hand clasped over her hip for a long pause- like he was trying to ground himself into believing this was really happening. While his left hand cradled her neck, she felt the burning trail his right hand was creating on the journey to grasp her bum. It was rougher than she'd anticipated but she loved it all the same. Regardless of the gasp that flew from her lips.

Y/n's hands gathered more of Harry's t-shirt till the end of it was raveled in her palms and his scorching hot skin was against her's.

In a wet gasp, Y/n broke the wet lip lock and stared at Harry. "W-What? Did I go too far?" Harry questioned, tone dripping in concern.

"When was the last time you came?"

The question was in front of the both of them. Y/n's eyes looking a bit determined while Harry's was confused and a bit bashful. "What?" He shook his head.

"When was the last time you had sex? Or like touched y'er self?" She asked again.

Heat still colored Harry's cheeks despite her wondering about the answer. "I-I don't know...umm haven't had sex since before I found 'ya at the party, why?" He crunched his brows.

"But you've touched y'er self since then right?"

Bloody hell these questions were eating him alive. Harry didn't know he could flush this much at questions and not because of the pretty little lass grinding against his clothed cock.

Harry cleared his throat. "Umm not really, I mean like I had too after we went out that one weekend," He stutters, confused if that's what she wanted to hear or if maybe he should've kept that to himself. "A handy isn't really fun when you've got someone else in mind...it's a bit lonely 'n I'd rather wait fo' you" He shrugs shyly.

Y/n shook her head. "I wanna suck on you" She admitted, lifting to her straddling position once more.

This girl was driving him mad; in a good way and bad way. Obviously it was good when they had little moments like this. But he felt like a bloody teenager with how fast he's sure to bust in his pants. "Just because 'm hard doesn't mean you have too. I can will it away- just gets harder to when I've got 'ya rubbing me through me trousers"

Truth be told, that wasn't why Y/n wanted too. Y/n wanted to please him even before last week happened. She just didn't want to be pushy. "I've been wanting to for a while actually...just didn't wanna push you into it. 'N well this was what I was hinting at earlier if you helped me pack" She shrugs.

"Oh"

"Why do you always say it like that?" She groans.

Harry giggles. "Give me a break Darling! 'M trying not 't bust in my pants!" He pests.

"No, want you 't cum in my mouth"

"Fuck that's not helping, Y/n" It was a bit strained as he said it. Y/n couldn't tell if that was because of her lewd statement or maybe her hips shifting over his cock.

"Have I ever told 'ya-" She cleared her throat a bit. "Y'er fucking hot when you swear" Her lips pressed into the bobbling skin at his throat.

If her lips weren't attached to the skin, then she would've missed the little whimper vibrating underneath. "M-Maybe once or twice" Harry sighs. "D-Don't feel forced 't do this because I was whining yesterday or t'day. Was just teasing 'ya. Really, do want 'ya 't go 'n have fun" He spits in a cluster of swallows and gripping for mercy.

Y/n hummed as her lips let go of a patch of skin she'd captured at his collarbones. Not sucking hard enough to leave a mark- though she really wanted too. "I don't feel forced or obligated in any way Harry," She promises, lifting to look at his emerald gems. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she caught his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. "I'm doing this because I want you 't teach me how 't suck y'er cock. I wanna learn how to please you better than anyone else can"

"Fuck me" Harry pleaded, eyes shutting for a blissful second. "You sure?" This was the last opportunity she would get- especially if Harry was suppose to direct her. It was the last opportunity before he started throwing directions.

"Yes, now teach me"

"Bossy one," Harry smiles. "C'mere Darling, whenever y'er ready, put those pretty red lips on my neck 'n at y'er pace go down...want you to leave me some pretty little marks so I can look at 'em and touch 'em while y'er gone"

As directed, Y/n reattached their lips. Harry took every single kiss she offered to him before she eventually started to kiss at his jawline. Like she'd done before, her lips wrapped around a patch of skin- Harry stretching his head backward to give her more room to do as she pleased.

Under her lashes, she could see a bit of stubble growing at Harry's jawline. Mindlessly did she wonder how they would scratch at her soft inner thighs if he were to return the favor one day. She sucked harder on the skin at the thought and sight of Harry's sharp jawline.

Luckily her efforts rewarded her with a strained groan. The same groan only intensified when she sucked on the corner of his jawline just below his ear. Two pretty red marks were there, but this wasn't enough for Harry.

And Y/n wasn't done in the slightest.

Her lips wanted to color the swallows on his collarbones, the swell of his pecks, and the v-line that directed her further down. Her right hand swiped at the red mark she'd just left on his left peck- pressing into it a bit- while also petting at his nipple.

"Oh my fuck" Harry puffed like he was trying desperately to suppress that one specific groan. "Looks like 'm learning wit' you" He chuckles for it to be cut off in a moan. An actual moan that made his abdomen clench.

"What d'ya mean?" She tilted her head.

"Had no idea you touching my nipples would've felt that good, nobody has touched them before, I guess"

"What a shame," Y/n softly mocks, kissing at the perky skin. "They missed a heavenly sight, look fucked thoroughly 'n I haven't even got 'ya in my mouth" She smiles in victory.

Harry chuckles again as she lowers closer to his pant button. "Y'er mouth might not been on my cock yet-" The way he spoke was edging her own arousal. "-But those perfect tits keeping rubbing against my crotch" He sighs softly.

"Not opposed to fucking 'em one day are you?" Y/n asked genuinely. "Read it in a book once 'n I liked the thought of you cumming on them" She admits with her fingers undoing the button and zipper of his trousers.

"Darling-" That one word was choked out despite his teeth clenching a bit harder. "I'll cum on whatever you want me too, it'll even be in my pants if you keep saying things like that"

Y/n felt like all she was doing was giggling, but she couldn't help herself. It felt bloody terrific knowing that she was giving Harry a challenge. It was better than him immediately going soft at the sound of her voice or something. "Okay, okay 'm sorry," She blushes. "C-Can I take off 'ya pants now?" Her eyes were wide with wonder.

Harry stood corrected.

He didn't need her to say vulgar stuff to fill his pants with cum. No, her wide and eager eyes edged him even further to creaming his underwear. "Yes Petal, go ahead 'n take 'em off fo' me" He directed.

If his voice got even huskier when Y/n got her mouth on him- he wouldn't be the only one cumming. At least at that point her mouth would've already been on him and he didn't cum with no stimulation like she would've.

With her fingers dipping into the waist band of his trousers, Harry aided her by lifting his hips effortlessly. It was a bit cumbersome taking off his pants, but she was rewarded with Harry's large sigh of relief and wet patch on his grey boxers. She hadn't realized her movements till her fingers were already tracing over the length of his cock. When she'd reached the wet patch, Y/n experimented by spreading her fingertips over the head.

Almost like she was tracing the outline and detail's of Harry's tip through the boxers. The wetness made her fingers sticky but glide that much easier. So much easier that the tip slid between her middle and ring finger- both fingers squeezed the head till more pre-cum pooled.

The hiss like groan Harry expressed made her hand retract and her eyes grow in worry. "T-That was a good noise...a bloody good noise I promise," Harry bites out, eyes finding hers while his heart screamed and softened. He chest lifted and fell a few times when his hand found the one resting on his tiger tattoo. "Whenever you're ready...can take it out. Experiment a bit- but be careful wit' your teeth" He coached with a delicate voice.

Y/n repeated his word to herself a few times over before her curiosity directed her free hand to his boxers. Her heart was beating wildly and ferociously, she wondered if Harry could feel it even in her fingertips. Like before, Harry lifted his hips the more she tugged his boxers off. As Harry's cook was given the freedom, Y/n jumped a bit as it sprung upward, hits his lower tummy, and rested on the junction of his left thigh.

And Harry was fucking huge.

"Do you want 't stop?" Harry questions, noting how wide her eyes were. His tummy twisted, perhaps she was having second thoughts? Or maybe he was intimidating her.

"No!" She squeaks. Her cheeks flushed their bright color and her palms are immediately clammy. "That was aggressive sorry...just wanna taste 'ya 'n choke on 'ya" Y/n had tilted her head as all these omissions fell from her lips.

That once shyness she always carried around was gone for the moment. Her brain has never felt so at ease and completely quiet. Not even reading her books or revisiting the books closest to her heart had quieted her mind this much. The once loud with anxieties and stresses domain was silent- the only thing echoing was Harry's encouragement.

"Then have a taste Darling," He begged, clearing his throat for half a second. "Can get y'er hand wet however you please...it'll help make the movements easier. Uh-Can I...Can I put my hand in her hair?"

"Yes please"

Y/n didn't know that his large palm at the back of her neck- where her hairline started- would be equally as grounding as it was exciting. "Think you'll be able to feel the tip of your cock at the back of my throat wit' y'er hand?" The question hadn't even finished formulating in her mind before it was between them.

"I-I dunno Petal...why?"

"Read it in a book"

"Of course 'ye did" He blew out. "Can't do this- hold on c'mere" Harry sighed stressfully, not giving Y/n another second to protest before he rearranged their position.

Rather than lying on his back with her between his legs- one flopped over the edge of the couch- Harry had sat up. His back now flushed against the back cushion. His knees pointed in opposite directions as Y/n took the space between them. Somehow, his hand hadn't let go of her neck and his cock laid- neglected- still in the junction of his hip and thigh.

"Does this position feel better?" She tilted her head, her cheek lying against the smooth and hot expansion of his thigh.

Harry nodded, his torso and throat speckled in love bites. "Y-Yes, hoping I won't bust so fast in this position" He laughed.

Without another word, Y/n reached till her palm was flushed with the shaft. The undeniable heat on his skin made her ring and pinkie finger flex in a little squeeze over Harry's prick. Her left hand that Harry hadn't let go mimicked the squeeze while his eyes didn't flicker away from hers.

Y/n didn't have any expectations- but it didn't stop her from staring amazed at the feeling of him in her hand. Harry was hard beyond belief, but still had a softness about him. Not that Y/n was an expert on pricks, but she didn't know how a prick could be so unbelievably hard but the ruddy tip still be soft. And when Harry's cock had lifted effortlessly and slapped against his lower abdomen. Y/n was astonished with the weight of his cock. It was heavy. nothing she could've imagined.

Harry's low rumble brought her attention to his smile. The tip of his cock and the plush of his lips nearly the same color- Y/n wonders if that's because of his teeth terrorizing the skin of his lips. "Is it a good enough cock fo' you Darling?" His voice dropped even lower.

"Yes" She answered truthfully.

A bright smile beamed at her. "G'na have 't spend a day or two stretching you so I'll fit...but 'm sure you'll be able 't handle it. Won't you Darling?"

"Yes"

Y/n was a broken record. She didn't care what Harry had to do, she would let him do anything if it met he'd be able to fit in her. Whether that was her mouth or her cunt.

"'M g'na suck you now" She announced, finally noticing that she was a breath away from the tip.

"Whenever y'er ready Petal"

With her hand still resting at the base of the shaft, Y/n's warm breath swarmed the tip before her wet muscle flicked across. A salty and heady taste made her tastebuds tingle when a second later her tongue was swiping in need of more.

Harry's breath was equally as caught-as it was choking his throat-as his mouth hung open staring at the beauty between his thighs. The display of her greedily lapping at the head while her little hand surrounded the base of his cock was nothing he's seen before. It was almost like Harry couldn't recognize his Darling Y/n. Not when she was inching his cock deeper and deeper in her mouth.

She hadn't processed that she'd suckled her way down till about half way. But she was reminded once the tip of his prick met the resistance at the curve of her throat. Having the spongy tip press a few times at her throat made an unexpected and throaty moan vibrate onto his shaft.

Luckily, Y/n wasn't the only one moaning. Harry's own weren't that far behind as he relished in not only her mouth but the reverberations of her pleasurable whines. "Oh my fuck!" His gasp was wrecked out of his throat- the pretty love bites bobbing with his challenges. "T-Twist y'er hand i-in cadence with y'er- oh! Oh fuck!"

Harry didn't have a chance to finish his directions. Instead, Y/n was eagerly stuffing Harry's cock in her mouth. However, she had an idea where his instructions were going- so she allowed her hand to rub whatever couldn't fit in her mouth.

Her lips could only keep so much of her saliva from falling to the rest of Harry's length. Whatever her lips couldn't hold, her hand smeared along the rest of the length. And like Harry had suggested earlier, it made the gliding movement smoother- without any hesitation or resistance other than her gag reflex.

The repeated call of her name echoed over the wetted sound of her rapacious mouth. Both grew in frequency but only one grew in volume. In a strained and choked volume, Y/n would've been worried he was faking it if not for the twitching his cock was exercising. "C-Can you swipe- a-at the tip. Please, please" Harry's voice was the most desperate thing she's ever heard.

And she's had to hear herself touch herself for years now. Never having a responsive body responsible for her pleasure. It coiled a lot of desperation in her system at times.

So she wasn't one to withhold such pleasure from someone; especially Harry. Her tongue caressed the thick vein underneath his shaft while making her journey to the tip. Her hand continued its rhythm for the newly exposed length as her lips sucked on the head as best as she could.

"I-I'm g'na cum...don't have to-" Harry hands began pulling at the length of her hair- urging her off if she didn't want a mouth full of cum. But she didn't work this hard not to get that exact outcome. "I-It's g'na be a lot!" He warned one final time.

Y/n hummed affirmatively on his tip, quickly swiping her tongue on the head, and then pressing the tip to her throat one last time for her own selfish reasons.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! I-I'm cumming" He repeated, hand laying heavier at the back of her head, holding her still against his cock. As his abs flexed, Y/n's eyes darted upward to find Harry's looking at her.

And the coil finally snapped as he began filling her mouth with cum.

A loud groan rung from his bitten red lips. With the mouthful Y/n had, her vision grew a bit blurry. But she could still make out the relaxed expression along Harry's features. His open mouth, his eyes struggling not to dip closed in pleasure, and the rosiness coloring up his chest to his face. It was a heavenly sight despite the sinful explanation that brought on this reward.

Once Harry had emptied in Y/n's mouth, she swallowed with pride, and gave praising pets of her tongue. Both cleaning and tasting the last bits of Harry before popping off for a breath she sucked in greedily.

Blinking away the blurriness, Y/n could see the sweat that built up on Harry's upper lip and hairline. Even the hand he was holding was a bit clammy, but her discovery didn't make her pull away. No, she felt proud- almost painfully so- that she was the direct cause of this. Of a spent out Harry, who was smiling at her like she was a gift from God.

And under his appreciative and admiring gaze, reality came flooding back. Her heart's racing pattern shoved in those loud anxieties and stresses, her mind began to function on its own, and finally insecurities whispered in the back of her head.

She hated how easily they came. Almost came more easily than she would had the role been reversed- virgin or not. "How was that?" She cleared her throat, determined not the let these voices win.

Harry's tired gazed drifted close for a second before a boyish grin spread over his face. "Amazing, fucking amazing-" His voice harshly spoke. "-Didn't need any coaching from me Darling. I would've filled that filthy mouth the second it got on me if I didn't have such a big ego"

Y/n smiles at this, shaking her head. "Y'er very good at talking 'ya know? Should have you read out loud to me" She admits once that telling vibration traveled through her clenching core. "Now c'mon...gotta figure out what 't eat fo-"

She had began standing but Harry was quick in grabbing her hip and wrist. Being bottomless didn't stop him as he once again manipulated their positions. He hovered over her- emerald eyes frantically searching her own gems. "I'm not a selfish lover Darling" It was both an admission and warning. "If it's dinner y'er really worried 'bout, I'll fill that tummy once more before I stuff you full of my fingers- but if it's not, then let me get my own taste of dinner"

How the fuck was she meant to respond to that? Especially when every skin cell lit up with fire and her cunt yearned for anything he was willing to give her.

"Y-You don't have too-" She wanted to rephrase her sentence the second it came out in a little whimper. "Nobodies ever touched me, nobody but me so- errmmm...if you don't like it, just say so. But don't be a dick 'bout it, can't promise I won't cry if y'er not nice about it"

Y/n wanted Harry to slam his lips against her. She wanted him to pay her the same mercy she pays him when he's rambling. Just wanted to stop hearing the tone of her voice and everything the awful pleading had to say. Fuck, she wanted to drink away how her voice was relayed back to her in a mocking way.

Like night and day, that husky carnal hunger subsided for a moment. Instead, now Harry just wanted to coo and hold his girl the closest he could get her. "I want too Darling, fuck me- I want to more than anything. I promise, 'm g'na love it more than you'll ever comprehend-" Both the hunger and care voiced their thoughts. "-Won't hurt y'er feelings Petal. 'S the last thing I wanna do...instead 'm g'na make 'ye cry out for my cock...g'na make y'er pretty little cunt greedy for it" It was a vow more than a promise.

"I think it already is"

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Because I've soaked through my panties the second I saw y'er cock"

A delicious chuckle shakes through his chest, the same chest that is covering the whole expansion of her tummy. "Wait till you feel my cock," He testifies. "Till then, lemme show you my fingers and tongue"

Oh fuck, he was going to both destroy her and have her die from the fire coursing through her.

"Are you sure?" The question flew off her lips.

"Yes, but if you want to stop then all you have to say is stop. And I will, no questions asked and my feelings won't get hurt" There he was. There was the Harry Y/n always knew. "I will only ask if you are okay. You won't need to explain anything to me" He promises.

Y/n nodded, looking at him with the widest eyes she's ever worn. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage, if she laid still for a moment, she's sure both her and Harry would be able to see her left breast bouncing from her heartbeat.

"Okay" She finally voiced, allowing her hands to grasp Harry soft curls.

A charming and soft smile spread over Harry's lips. He lowered himself closer to her lips before smearing them together. Y/n hadn't meant to let out a little squeal when he'd brushed his tongue against hers, especially with that much enthusiasm. "What is it Darling?" He questions, his lips searching for the spot where her pulse was strongest at.

Before she could say anything, a sigh of pure relief escaped her and her hands relaxed a bit in Harry's hair. "I-I didn't expect you t-to kiss me after I just had your cock in my mouth" She admitted honestly. "I've heard friends say their boyfriends wouldn't kiss them after a blowie...especially if they swallowed"

Harry scoffed at this, teeth biting softly against the skin that covered her throat. "Nonsense, really. Don't give a bleeding fuck if I was just stuffed in y'er mouth-" Harry shakes his head, lips still pecking along her neck. "'M g'na kiss, lick, touch, and taste every part I want too. Even if I've just cummed on it" His own chest rubs against her pleading nipples, making her whine crawl out of her mouth.

"Yeah?" It was mainly a filler word. One her mouth offered to try and ignore the fact that she was borderline moaning at Harry's mouth ravishing her neck and tits rubbing against his chest.

She supposes that was equivalent to her tits rubbing against his bulge earlier.

"Of course Darling" He swears just beside her ear. "One day 'm even g'na eat y'er pretty little cunt when its stuffed full of my cum...fuck can you imagine how delicious you'd taste with my cum stuffed inside of you" His own eyes shut in pure bliss. Harry could feel himself thickening up at the thought of shooting his load in her, her pretty pink pussy stained white with his cum.

Fuck, it was as if Y/n wasn't just sucking on him. He was so desperately hard for another release.

"Will you leave me love bites too?" She gasped, feeling the teasing suckle on her skin.

"Love bites?" Harry asked, smiling in disbelief.

"Umm like hickeys...I call 'em love bites. Think it's a much prettier word than hickey" She explains, blinking slowly at the lad who reappeared from her throat. "I want you to give me some...please"

"How can I say no when you've got such a pretty voice and perfect tits to chew on huh?" Harry hands had grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged. It wasn't as swift as the movies portray it, especially when she nearly had to do a sit-up to help Harry remove it.

Y/n back on the couch with a little huff, her spine collecting a bit of moisture from holding herself away from the cushion. Harry didn't mind the uncalculated movement.

No, instead it looked as if he loved them.

But the way his lips captured, released, and recaptured her skin pushed her more. Harry had left her looking like a used chew-toy. Her throat supported pretty purple-reddish marks while he continued his travels toward the cups of her bra.

His large hand- that she had a fleeting thought of what it would look like wrapped around her tits and throat- rubbed her swollen breasts over the cups. Harry's thumb swiped back and forth- teasingly- where her perky nipples begged for his attention. Every few swipes, he would pull down the cup, allow his thumb to circle the circumference of her nipple, before ultimately letting the fabric recover the skin.

By the fifth time he did this, Y/n huffed a harsh breath. "Harry, do something before I have 't do something myself" She gripes, hands itching not to pull frustratedly on his hair. The poor curls didn't deserve such a harsh punishment because Harry was fucking with her. "At this rate, 'm g'na die a virgin before 'ye do anything" She pouts.

Harry giggles, sucking one last love bite over her heart. "Patience Darling, my mouth will be on y'er pussy soon enough" He gave one fleeting kiss to the newly formed love bite. "Who knows, 'ye might just be pushing my mouth away when I finally make you cum" He threatened.

Y/n was one millisecond from throwing her smart remark when Harry stood on his knee. His shirt was disheveled, much like his hair, but his cock stood proudly with the same reddening and leaking tip. Her hands were already itching to stroke his shaft- she was almost tempted to say to hell with her orgasm. Instead, she wanted Harry to try fucking her mouth, to remember the weight of him on her tongue.

"Looking rather hypnotized there Petal," The smirk was laced in his tone as he watched her stroke his cock with her eyes. "If I was one of those brutish bastards, I would tear off 'ye trousers and split 'ya in half wit' my cock....but 'm not Darling. No, 'm very much far from 'em. Instead, I want 't be a proper romantic. I want your first time- our first time- to be special" He professed.

Whether it was his intention or not, Y/n gave him the biggest smile she's ever given anyone. Her hands reached his jawline, urging him closer, till their lips reconnect. "I know Harry...don't want you like 'em brutes anyways. Love how y'er a sucker for romance, how y'er not a cheap fuck, and how you won't romp in the closet with just anyone" Y/n teases, smiling against his lips.

Harry's heart soared higher than his pervious orgasm. As his heart rode the high, it felt like tons had evaporated from his shoulders. "Yeah?" It was shaky, the word both displayed and took away all insecurities. "'N I love how y'er a smut connoisseur, how you speak y'er mind, and how y'er the first 't stand up fo' someone" The words landed on her lips.

Each word tasted like strawberries, making her go higher and higher. She'd never been paid such a compliment before nor had she ever been this needy. Not when her fingers grew tired from working herself to a climax or the countless nights she spent doing things she had no desire to do.

Their lips weaved like they hadn't been able to kiss for years. Like their lips would never be able to meet again. All while Harry's hand reached for the waist band of her trousers, tugging eagerly for them to come undone. "Lifts y'er hips for me Darling- need 't taste you now" Harry groans desperately.

Without a second thought to what underwear she'd ruined, Harry left her chest. Both of his palms were at her hips- aiding for a second- till she raised her bottom half the best she could. A little groan echoed out of Harry's chest from the little brush of her crotch to his exposed cock.

Y/n smiled, cheeks stinging with delight. A delight that throbbed with a needing ache as Harry kissed his way down till her shaved mound was on display. For a moment, her breath was stuck in her throat, as she watched Harry. Taking in his heaving chest, blushed face, and ravishing emerald eyes. His hands tugged till both her pants and underwear were thrown to the floor and her thighs spread- the cold air attacking her scorching heat.

"Harry" His name was a plead. "Don't just stare..." She begged.

"How can I not Petal?" He groaned, eyes failing to examine anywhere else. The heat intensified in her ears instantly. "Y'er absolutely soaked, but so fucking gorgeous" He urged, voice struggling to carry his words. So effortlessly, Harry lowered himself. His chest was flushed with the cushion and his hands directed her thighs over his shoulders with such ease.

It was clear this wasn't his first time.

Y/n didn't like the realization, but for more selfish and jealous reasons.

His hands twisted till they were resting on the tops of her thighs- soothing thumbs rubbing side to side. The same lips that were bitten red and just attached to hers, puckered and blew a steady stream of cool air against her slit. Her thighs immediately tighten around his head- wishing to close shut at the ticklish feeling.

Another deep chuckle made Harry's ticklish actions stop. Thankfully, Y/n wasn't use to the feeling of the air and the pressure between her thighs. "Sorry Petal...fuck just wanna see and hear all the things you react too" He confesses, soft apologetic kisses smeared in her inner thighs. "But you did so good for me, did an amazing job taking care of me. I won't torture you" Harry promises.

The praise sent electric currents straight to her clit. She had an idea that it would. It always did- whether it was reading or hearing any type of praise- it always had her thighs unsteady. And it seemed like Harry understood this.

"Lemme-" He moved till his hand reached the back of her bra. In a swift pinch, his fingers had released her tits from their trap and she wasn't a second late in taking it off. "Oh, and you even waited for me to take it off. Fuck Petal, made just for me huh? So obedient fo' me"

There was no denying it.

She would do anything and everything under the sun to please him. Again, just something that was wired into her.

Before she could gravel over the discovery- or confirmation rather- Harry surprised her with his tongue licking against her slit. The whole flat surface of his tongue tasted till the tip of his muscle touched that bundle of nerves and began designing circles around her.

Her hips were quick in tugging away and ultimately relaxing against the intrusion. An alleviated moan echoed in her apartment- one hand in the bed of curls hiding between her legs while the other gripped for dear life on the couch. Harry's own hands pried her thighs open, his right hand even reached till his fingers pushed her mound upwards, exposing her clit to his lips.

The once cold air that attacked the normally hidden button was washed away by the warmth of Harry's lips. A deep, guttural, groan shakes in Harry's chest till its vibrating across Y/n's clit. "Oh fuck Harry" She pleaded, eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched.

Everything was soaked- her juices and his spit- sliding down toward her bum- she couldn't even guess as to what the couch may end up like. Her thighs had accepted their fate, and had even welcomed it once the delicious waves lured her to the edge. Harry's right hand joined him between her legs, the tip of his index and middle slowly massaging their way into her folds.

It was unfamiliar to say the least, but fuck if she wasn't basking in this foreign pleasure. The coil of neediness wasn't something new- she had been bringing herself this coil for years now- it was relinquishing control to Harry, trusting him to bits and pieces to snap this coil for her.

And he was doing a bloody amazing job. She doesn't remember ever approaching her high this fast.

Harry might actually convince her to stay home for the weekend if it means staying in this position more often than not.

"H-Harry" Y/n's gasp had broken his name. And she swears if he wasn't face first in her cunt, she would've heard an actual growl in response. "Fuck! Y'er fingers are big" She grits, feeling herself stretch over the two digits.

"You're so fucking tight" Harry spits against her clit. "But y'er needy fo' me fingers...you can hear how y'er gagging fo' it Darling. Love hearing how wet you are" He comments lowly, emphasizing the wet gushes echoing just above his voice.

Y/n's face runs red and her vision grows spotty. From pure carnal lust hearing the wetness pooling at her bum and light headed knowing that Harry is practically examining her arousal and slurping it up greedily- both she guess, both are the reasons for her feverish skin and rolling eyes.

How could something so fucking lewd arouse and embarrass her?

"Oh fuck Darling, fuck!" He moans, fingers tightening- unknowingly- against her mound as the other set of digits sink deeper into her weeping hole. "Bleeding hell- take my fingers Petal. Doing such a good fucking job. Can take my cock in no time. Swallowing my fingers so good"

There was a sense of fullness in Y/n's core. Nothing to cause pain or discomfort, but it felt like her insides were filled to the brim already. When it was paired with Harry's filthy praise, she doesn't know how she still hasn't came on his face.

"P-Please keep going-" She sputters, gulping for a deep breath but being smothered with her reckless moans. "Fuck Harry...g'na make me cum. Don't s-stop please" Y/n begged.

Harry doubled his efforts. His fingers curled upward, brushing the highest wall he could reach, and licking relentlessly against her puffy clit. He switched from lulling it beneath his tongue or suckling it into his mouth. All of which awarded him with Y/n rocking her hips deeper into his mouth and hand shamelessly brushing into his hair. He hoped her traces would be all over him, not just the love bites.

"Cum for me" Harry demanded, voice gruff and lips smushed to her lips. It would've been a crime had he taken them away from her- surely she would've cried actual tears. "Cum for Y/n, please. Please cum on my mouth like a good girl"

A wild moan bubbles from the center of her chest. Her toes and fingers curled despite the growing static in her limbs and brain. It felt like her head was floating on air, unsure of when the last good, deep breath she indulge in was. Electricity powered her closer and closer, desire building in her core, and even feeling her soaking hole clench harder around Harry's long digits.

She wasn't the only one on the edge. Harry could feel his own juices leaking from his feverish tip, smearing against his tummy, getting trapped in the groomed pubic hair, and sliding down the length of his shaft. His own tummy clenched with vigor, needing to have her cum, desperate for her to cum.

"H-Harry! Harry, don't stop" Y/n doesn't remember the command falling from her lips. She's not entirely sure they weren't shouted in her head, but she can't search for an answer when Harry's talking against her weeping center.

"Good girl Y/n, fuck, fuck, fuck please cum for me" It was muttered hotly against her sacred skin, like Harry was trying to keep it a secret from her.

One more suck, one more curl of his fingers, and more twirling of her clit finally pushed her over the edge. "I-I'm cumming!" She repeated- at least she thinks she does- till nothing but white covers her vision and her muscles seize for a few blissful seconds.

Nothing stopped except for her lungs. Harry's fingers, tongue, and slurping continued even after her limbs slouched against the cushions. Her thighs twitched to life and another raspy moan escapes her bitten lips. "Harryyy, 'm s-senseitive" She whines- voice so harsh it made her skin pop with goosebumps.

Slowly, Harry took out his fingers- shiny from her- but still licked like he knew there would be a soft ache. "C-Can I-I ummm-" He coughs, once again rising to his knees and displaying his neglected cock.

"H-How-Y'er harder than before" Y/n gasps, hand tiredly reaching out. Her orgasm depleted her energy, but that didn't make her stop from trying to grasp onto adrenaline.

Harry bucks his hips into her touch, shamelessly whining for more. "Can I cum on y'er pussy? Please Darling?" He begs, wrapping his soaked fingers around his shaft.

Y/n was mesmerized.

His cock was smeared with their cum, making the sounds louder, and it was the first time she's ever seen anyone pleasuring themselves in front of her. Basically on top of her.

"Yes, please cum on me" She doesn't know where the answer came from. Bits of her wants to blame it on the orgasm still coursing through her, but she's never been against saying no than in that moment.

Harry's grunts, groans, moans, and clenches his teeth. His arms bulged at his motion- his tip knocking into her mound and spreading pre-cum against the smooth skin. "Fuck, fuck" Harry repeats till he smashes his lips against Y/n's.

The sudden movement caused her teeth to nip at his bottom lip- seemingly causing another loud moan and Harry to shoot his load along her slit. A long, shaky exhale coats her lips as they both break to watch the last bits of Harry release cover her mound and even bits of her lower tummy.

Both of them heave each other's harsh exhales, Harry leaning his forehead against Y/n's as they closed their eyes. He started peppering kisses over her damp hairline, working his way to her lips, and giving soft ones to the red marks coating her body.

"There's my sweet Harold," She giggles, brushing a few damp locks from his forehead. "We look like each other's chew toys" Y/n shakes her head, feeling tiredness wash over her.

Harry grins, kissing the darkest spot over her heart tenderly. "We were in a way-" He admits. "Let's run a bath for the both of us...I'll order us some dinner so we won't have to worry about making anything" He offers, a wide but tired smile on his bright red lips.

"Oooo let's get some pizza fro-"

Before she could finish her suggestion, Y/n jumps from the most dramatic meow being preached from her coffee table not even a foot away from them.

The large orange and white cat's mouth was open wide as its high pitched and groggy meow continues for nearly a minute.

"Oh my- my cat just watched us devour one another" Her face was hot and her hands were covering her face.

Harry giggles. "Sorry Bourbon, but you can't be the only pussy I pay attention too"

"Harry!"

-

Road trips had always been her favorite.

Especially as she got older, not being shoved to the back with all the luggage. The older she'd gotten the closer she'd got to the passenger seat till road trips like these happened. Ones were endless chatter and banter filled the car ride, Libbie driving with a heavy foot but eyes like a nascar driver, Lacey poking and prodding at anything that spiked her interest, and Y/n in charge of the music.

When conversation fell flat, it was instead taken over with lyrics being shouted. Whether that was Lacey holding her water bottle up to Y/n's lips as a microphone or being stuck in traffic with Libbie and Lacey singing to other cars beside them.

The start of the trip was promising, but not as promising as the show had been. Although they weren't front row- instead they were a few tables away from the stage- both Lacey and Libbie had such an alluring element to them. So much so, they had been picked to help assist in the magic show.

Lacey looked like a kid watching Santa's Christmas magic happen in front of her and Libbie thrived under the spotlight that made her new copper tinsel shine. Y/n sat in the crowd, videoing the whole thing, like a proud Mum watching her children at the school's talent show.

Since Lacey and Libbie had done such an amazing job on stage, they were allowed to keep his deck of cards and handkerchief- both of which had his business card with his personal number written on the back that magically appeared when they returned to their seats.

"Oh the bastard is bloody confident!" Libbie laughs. "We should give this to Niall! See if he'll get his socks wooed off of him wit' a couple magic tricks" She teases, stuffing the card into her back pocket.

Y/n snorts, dropping her cocktail before she choked on her sip. "Careful, he can probably hear you-" She pokes. "Who knows, maybe he can make other things magically appear- like a million bucks or something"

The flood gates had been opened- throwing jab after jab about the magician. Lacey suggesting they sign up his number for a dating website, Libbie offering to sell his number for profit, and Y/n saying to prank call the number after another drink.

When their cocktails were finished, the show slowly began to close out, and they were left with the rest of the night to do whatever they pleased. "Let's check out the pubs," Lacey threw out, walking with her arm linked to Y/n and Libbie's. "Looked up some good ones on the way here. I think we would like one called The Drunken Duck!"

"Do they have ducks there?" Libbie teases.

"We're g'na be the ducks Lib!" Lacey cheers.

"I think 'm more of a swan than a duck"

"Because y'er elegantly aggressive?" Libbie gripes with a proud smile.

"Awww you think 'm elegant" Y/n blushes.

Despite their banter, Lacey had pulled them along. Just a few blocks over a sign with a wooden yellow rubber duck painted on it displayed The Drunken Duck. It seemed like a younger crowd had taken over- a few older gents at the bar- but for the most part the tables were filled with younger groups. Lacey had hopped her way to the bar while Libbie and Y/n went to nab a table in the other parlor.

*Harry: Heyyyy, why didn't I get a picture of 'ya outfit???

*Harry: Rhett's missus sent him one. I want one

*Harry: Not of Lacey! Of you!

*Harry: Not because I think y'er wearing anything inappropriate or whatnot! I wanna see you!

Y/n giggled- rolling her eyes sheepishly- as her fingers formulated a response. She could already picture Harry's pinched face as he whined, the soft pink that flooded his cheeks at his rambling, and the desire in her to just push her lips against his rambling.

"I hate 't break it to you-" Libbie had leaned closer to Y/n with a mischievous smile. "-but the concealer on y'er neck is rubbing off and that pretty little hickey is showing through" She dropped her voice suggestively with her smirk.

Y/n jumped, nearly dropping her phone, as her hand slapped over the left side of her neck. "Shut up" She panics.

"The worst part is, I wasn't talking about that one-" Libbie giggles. "I'm talking about this one" She pressed into the bruise that was under Y/n's ear, over her pulse point. "I take it Harry sent you off with a proper goodbye?"

A cold shiver rode every vertebrae in Y/n's spine. She could feel a damp bead of sweat collect at the nape of her neck and her heart had sunk significantly lower than normal. "Umm y-yeah" Y/n exhales.

"About time" Libbie nudges encouragingly. "Figured it wouldn't be too long- especially with how clingy he's been. Don't think I've ever seen Harry...elegantly aggressive like you. But in a different way" She shrugs, eyes easily noting how on edge Y/n was.

Perhaps Libbie had caught Y/n at a weak moment. Or maybe it was the cocktail from the show. Whatever it was, Y/n felt her resolve slowly disintegrate.

"Ugh, 'm g'na need more than one drink" Y/n sighs, slowly dropping her hand and rubbing at the seams on her shirt. "Dunno...he's changed, but in a good way! L-Like there's limits fo' everyone now, everyone but me? I know that doesn't make sense, but I feel like if I think 'bout it all at once then 'm g'na go mad" She grabbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes for a second. "Oi! 'N why didn't 'ye tell me that getting head feels blooding terrific!"

Libbie's eyebrows shoot up and her smile is touching her eyes. "Was that y'er first time a bloke offered 't eat 'ya out?" Lacey bluntly questions, placing pints down on the table for everyone. "If so, those brutish bastards are ridiculous. Hate how selfish they can all be" She kisses her teeth, taking the seat beside Libbie.

"Yeah I suppose," Y/n shrugs. "Don't ever have any offers...'m a virgin" She admits, sipping at the edge of the glass.

"Oh!"

"If someone says 'oh!' again I swear to-"

"It wasn't a bad oh!" Lacey giggles. "I meant, I'm surprised! Not in a bad way! In a way that you hold yourself in a light that makes it seem like you know what you want and when you want it. In an experienced way" She explains, giggling at Y/n's deeper pout.

"In like a bossy way?" She inquiries.

"No"

"Is this 'bout all those rumors going 'round?" Libbie tilts her head.

"No"

Again, it was too fast of an answer. And it became clear on Libbie and Lacey's faces that they got the confirmation they needed. Which made Y/n purse her lips tighter together. Maybe it was finally time to confess everything that had been hanging heavily in the back of her mind.

Libbie must've seen the mental battle lurking in her thoughts as she kisses her teeth. "Rhett was right, we always gotta fight the truth outta 'ya!" She playfully notes. "Remember last time- when you talked about it- it made you feel better. And that conversation remained in the pod- this one will remain in the pub" She assured with a soothing voice.

Y/n pouted, stealing another sip from her glass before she defeatedly shrugs. "I still hate 'ya fo' last time-" Y/n playfully clarified. "-Fo' the record, I don't give a bloody fuck what 'em fuckers are going 'round saying. I know it's all bruised egos wit' 'em, but dunno...guess some of the things they've said has stung a little" She shrugs dumbfounded with redirecting eyes.

Her fingers brushed the building condensation on the glass while Libbie smiles. "Like I've said before, nothing wrong with admitting that," She grins, the advice from last time echoing in her head. "What stings 'bout what they say?"

Y/n rubbed her lips together- suddenly not having the courage to say anything, but so desperately wanting to so she could hopefully get over this. "I-I...ugh why is this so hard to explain" She kisses her teeth.

"Don't worry about trying to explain it right-" Lacey supports with gentle eyes. "-We will ask what we don't understand. And if it's opening up that's making you nervous, just remember y'er talking to a girl who's never had girlfriends. Look at me now, on a trip with said girlfriends"

"Hate how you two are working against me sometimes" Y/n playfully jabs. "I-I'm afraid that I might actually be bossy or a prude or whatever the fuck they're saying-" She pauses with a limp shrug. "Like what if I actually boss Harry around 'n he can't actually talk to me or whatever. I don't wanna dictate him, let alone our relationship"

If her friends could coo at her without making her pout or nip at them, they would. "It's nice seeing you can actually feel emotions" Libbie teases, setting her glass down with a bit of foam on her lip. "What makes you feel like y'er dictating the relationship? Those pretty little bruises sure tell a different story" Her finger hovered over the same hickey as last time.

Y/n tauntingly slapped her hand away, grumbling under he breath before rearranging her hair once more. "I always have to pry at Harry to talk to me," She reasons. "Like I get some...topics might be a little more challenging for him to speak freely 'bout, but I don't wanna boss him into telling me" Y/n confesses, her shoulders growing less tense but her spine still a bit stiff.

Libbie's smirk said it all. "Oh, I get what you mean. That reminds me of this one lass 'm bezzies with! We always gotta pry and prod our way into her thoughts because she likes to tell half truths" She tilted her head teasingly with a bit of pinched eyes.

"Who?" Lacey tilts her head with bunched brows.

"Very funny," Y/n grumbled- sipping a mouthful of her pint- before she shrugs again. "I've tried to let him come to me for things, but now he thinks he needs to be someone else he's not" She reveals, eyes ashamed to even look anywhere else but the table.

Both girls looked at each other- obliviously more confused than the other. "What do you mean? Harry seems like he always does when he's around you" Libbie consoles with a soft smile.

"Yeah! I just met you guys and it's oblivious how much he cares for you" Lacey adds.

The contrast between what they were telling her and what she thought were making her temples throb. How was it not oblivious to them? Surely, they didn't think Harry sending back the wrong order or standing up to Niall was Harry's normal? Well...how could they not, they didn't know Harry in her eyes. "I guess this is all just coming from the fact he nearly barked at Trent in the library a few days ago" She finally fusses.

"What happened in the library?"

Y/n retold the incident, from Trent being a nob-head, Harry actually cursing him out, and even threw in how borderline stunned she was at dinner last weekend. Reiterating everything but giving her anecdote on everything had the girls looking widely at her. Both slowly sipping but immediately putting their pints down- as if them taking a sip in the middle of the story would mean they missed a key piece of evidence. Libbie growled at Trent's nasty comments, Lacey rolled her eyes at the mention of Bianca, and Y/n was feeling better being able to say all of this.

Even if it's because of the alcohol boost in her system.

"How do they know you've never had sex?" Lacey queries as Y/n cleansed her platte with another sip.

"That's what I kept asking!" She gasps, slipping a bit of the drink on her hand. "I dunno, maybe they're just assuming. Every time I ask Harry, he never answers" It was explained with a little pout- both at her now sticky hand and lack of an answer.

Libbie snorts, shaking her head so her tinsel flickered. "It just sounds like Harry has a soft side only y'er privy too," She affirms with a genuine grin. "And maybe I'm projecting, but he's picking up after you"

"I know I curse like a sailor at times, but surely that's not why he does it"

"No!" She laughs, shaking her head again. "I'm not talking about Harry cursing. I'm talking 'bout how you've got the same two sides- one side you've got only we're privy too-" She gestures to herself and Lacey. "-And the other side all the other pricks are privy too. That grumpy exterior that has everyone running in the opposite direction" She clarifies.

Y/n felt stumped again. Was it really that simple? Had she been overthinking the situation? That never use to happen, but she never had a lot of situations too overthink. Harry was just a common element in everything at the moment.

Perhaps that was her in his life too.

"Well now I feel stupid" Y/n groans, hiding behind her non-sticky hand.

"Why! There's no reason for you to feel stupid" Lacey giggles, peeling Y/n's hand off of her eyes.

"'Cos here I am trying not to boss him 'round and letting those stupid remarks get to me-" She spits irate. "-overthinking about everything that's happening, when it's just 'cos he's got something of an altar-ego"

"You've never had a relationship babe! You can't beat yourself over new territory" Libbie coos.

Which only made her pout more.

"We're exploring new territory!" Lacey peeps excitedly. "Y/n with her relationship, me with having friends, and...we're g'na find new territory for Libbie tonight!" She vows, lifting her glass, encouraging them to clink them together.

"How about my new territory is living vicariously through Y/n as she tells us 'bout those hickeys and just how bloody terrific getting head was" Libbie beams mischievously.

And it was too late, Y/n had already cheers to it. Not to mention, something had been at the back of her mind sine Harry had teased her about her baby-pink bra.

"I-I kinda wanna send him pictures t'night"

-

Despite complaining and whining about being left alone with Rhett and Niall for the weekend, Harry was actually enjoying himself.

Would be enjoying his time more if Y/n was there- in their weeping willow oasis?

Fuck yes.

But Niall and Rhett would have to suffice for the time being.

Rhett held out another canned drink for Harry after rejoining. Harry slipped his phone back in his pocket, accepting the drink, while Niall prattled on about golf. A mistake Harry had made by asking him what he did earlier today. He was answered with how Niall spent all morning at the golf course and went into his swings- which he'd stopped paying attention too.

When Rhett and Harry had caught sight of Oliver, they looked at one another and smiled. "Oli!" Harry cheers, waving him over to join. "What're you doing here lad?" He smiles.

Oliver blushes, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he was here himself. "I invited Holly 't come with me...she invited Bianca and now 'm third wheeling the both of them" He confesses, eyes frantically looking away from Harry.

"Ouch" Rhett hissed.

Harry wanted to bring it up. A bit of his chest tightened at the mention of Bianca and Holly, but he was more so peeved that he'd kept this stupid promise when Oliver was still trying to woo Holly.

But that wasn't priority at the moment.

No instead, Holly and Bianca walking over to them was. And Harry's never wanted Y/n with him more than that moment right there. Which was silly, he needed to prove to himself he doesn't need to hide behind his girlfriend. He could do this- if he played nice, he was sure they would play nice as well.

"Oh hello Fellas!" Holly cheered, her hand wrapped around her own drink while Bianca's was interlocked with her free arm. "Was just wondering when the life of the party was going to show up! Looks like my prayers have been answered wit' the lot of 'ya"

Surely, she was talking about Rhett and Niall. Especially when she didn't even offer Harry a glance.

Rhett smiled friendly. "Hear that Ni! We're the life of the party" He teases. "Niall was actually just telling us that if he was athletic, he'd take up golf, but here we are" The taunt was fighting words.

"Oi! You fucking wank!" Niall kisses his teeth.

"Ah, that was for telling Lacey 't kiss Y/n" He counters with a sly grin.

Holly and Bianca snicker at this, but Harry's chest stills. Bianca whispers something against Holly's ear before making a narrowed glare toward Harry. A glare he'd met with wide owlish eyes, wondering and daring her to make a move.

"Where are the lovely ladies of the evening?" Holly questions. She finally acknowledged Harry- like she was trying to pin the question on him for an answer.

"Off under a tree and reading?" Bianca hummed.

Harry giggles at this. "No, was just telling Rhett how I wanna go be a woodland nymph! The ones Y/n reads 'bout 'n whatnot" He jabs before pressing his smile to his drink. "Our missus are on a girls trip, went to go see some magician, even got called 't help assist him on stage" Harry shares with a proud smile.

"Missus? Just Lacey and Y/n?" Oliver asks.

"And Libbie"

"Ahhh okay," Oliver nods. He stuffed his hand in his front pocket with a shy smile. "What did they do on stage?" He asks the bunch.

"Not sure, Lacey had said he'd given them a keepsake-" Rhett fished out his phone, tapping till a picture showed up on the screen. "-And the magician's business card with his personal phone number magically appeared in the keepsakes" He laughed, displaying a picture of a deck of cards and handkerchief with a folded business card.

"What! Lemme see!" Niall gasps, grabbing the lad's phone with wide eyes.

As Niall examined the picture with envious eyes, Holly poked Biancas side. "Maybe he can make things disappear too" She taunts, loud enough that Harry heard it.

"Lacey's showed me the magician-" Niall began before Harry could utter a word. "-He doesn't do disappearing acts, but that'd be mighty cool! Imagine being able 't disappear in a blink of an eye!" He gapped, still zooming in and trying to make out the business card's content.

"I'd make my phone disappear from y'er hands and reappears in mine" Rhett mutters. "Oh look! I just did!" He mocks after swiping the phone from Niall's fingers.

As everyone giggles, Harry reached for his phone. Seeing a few messages from his missus on his screen- messages he couldn't help smiling at and beginning to type out his response.

*Y/n: At a pub called The Drunken Duck

*Y/n: Unfortunately there are no ducks- Libs and I just found out

*Y/n: Apparently we're g'na be the drunken ducks...but Libs said I'm a swan instead of a duck. So I don't think I can be a drunk duck t'night

A mouth-splitting grin pulls at Harry's lips. He agreed with Libbie, Y/n wasn't a duck. A swan was more fitting, but he was a bit sad. He wanted his drunken swan with him.

"Oi what's got 'ya giddy Styles?" Oliver chuckles, turning as Rhett made idly chatter with Bianca and Niall. "Did some magician make something appear on y'er phone?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Harry shook his head- trying to hide his smile but failing- as he sent his response. "Might have a drunk swan appear on my phone later t'night" He confesses.

"Drunk swan?" He repeated confused. "Is that a nickname fo' Y/n? What made you land on that?" Oliver chuckles.

"I didn't know the prude even drank" Holly chimed in. "Surprised, I thought her favorite pass time was playing fairies or whatever" She scoffs.

"No that's my favorite pass time," Harry corrects, a sickly-sweet- smile on his lips. "Oliver here is the one that got me into it! Didn't 'ya Oli" He pats the lad on his arm, earning a little howled chuckle.

"Course! We know these here woods like the back of our hands!" He boosted. "Believe it or not, I use to be Harry's original drunk swan" He winks.

Oliver joined Harry in tilting their heads back while giggling. For a split second, Harry forgets the spiked anger in his blood, the edge Holly and Bianca brought with them, and the hint of irateness toward Oliver for still trying to woo Holly. For a second, he was just a lad mocking his bezzie- who hadn't been around as of late.

Harry missed it.

And he didn't realize how much he missed it till that moment. "You busy Thursday?" Oliver questioned, taking the mouth of his beer away rom his lips. Harry shook his head. "Let's grab a bite 't eat then" And maybe Oliver missed hanging out as much as Harry.

"Can you get me another drink?" Holly asks, turning till her shoulder is pressed into Oliver's. "Please?" She smiles- probably noticing Oliver's rebuttal.

"Sure, need'a another H?"

"No, not finished yet" Harry answers, presenting his still full drink.

When Oliver twisted to the large cooler- leaving Holly and Harry alone for a second- Harry was just about to join Rhett and Niall's conversation when Holly clears her throat. Her arms were crossed, face pinched in what looked to be disgust, and her weight shifted to her other foot. All signs of that sickly sweet smile was gone. Instead it was replaced with a scowl as she spared Harry a slow and analytical glance.

If you could call it that.

Harry pressed his lips together, trying his best to display a content smile. This was awkward. Why didn't the other lads see that Harry was having a stare down with Holly. The thought prompted Harry to glance to his side.

And there was the answer- they were bickering about who was more athletic. Bianca dictating what classifies as athletic and keeping score between the two. So, it was clear neither of them were going to interject.

"You got some nerve Styles" Holly hissed, her nose turned upward as she belittled him with a single glance.

Harry's eyebrows skyrocketed. "Me? Fo' what!" He hissed right back. "You've actually got some nerve!" He mocked. "Making all these little side comments 'bout my girl! Being a right prude all because I've got a girlfriend? All because you don't approve of who 'm dating? And then trying to turn around 't lecture me!" Harry scoffed- although he did try to keep a lighthearted tone about it.

It was hard considering all the condescending shite he's been hearing about his Y/n.

"I don't give a bloody fuck who you date" Holly bit back. "But don't go 'bout like you didn't humiliate Bee! It's right fucked that 'ye led her on when all she did was have her heart on her sleeve" She sneered with narrowed eyes.

He was at a loss of words. "When did I humiliate her!" He questions. "I already explained to her- I asked fo' her number and 't go out 't coffee so I could tell her- in person- I didn't wanna woo her! 'M sorry if she got the wrong idea, but I was clear. And it's right fucked that 'ye spreading all these nasty rumors about Y/n. When all she did was catch my eye 'n heart"

"Oh so y'er g'na tell me that you didn't have Angela sit in the other booth so she could listen and tell Trent- who told the whole football team by the way" Holly seethes, voice growing a bit louder.

This was all wayyyy too secondary school- why in the bleeding fuck would Harry try and pull a stupid stunt like this?

"What're you on about Holly?" Harry genuinely asks. "What did Trent tell everyone?"

Holly kisses her teeth- her arms growing tighter around her torso. Like she was trying to refrain from slapping Harry across the face. Which urged him to take a slow step backwards.

"Oi, what's going on here?" Oliver rejoined with Holly's drink. Although she made no movement to grab the drink.

"Just admit it Harry!" She demands. "You were caught, Bianca and I know that you had Angela sit in the other booth so she could eavesdrop. And then she told Trent that you'd rejected Bianca, and Trent had such a good laugh- he went a told everyone else" She accused with a spiteful tone.

"What?" Both Oliver and Harry asked.

"Why would Harry do that?" Oliver followed up.

"I wouldn't- 'cos despite y'er view of me, I tried to do right by Bianca" Harry confesses. "She suggested that coffee shop, so I agreed. She picked out the booth we sat in. She even picked out the drinks and pastries- I just paid for 'em! She went on about uni, her studies, her pilates class, 'n the unbelievable vet bill she got because her dog ate a pair of her socks. I listened the whole time till I could finally tell her that I was smitten with Y/n, but enjoyed her as a friend. And friend only"

Holly closed her mouth- eyes going past Harry- to look at Bianca. She was still talking to Rhett and Niall, smiling and giggling like her best friend wasn't fighting her battle.

"Then why would Angela go and tell Trent?" Holly pointed.

Oliver huffed, scratching the back of his neck. "You know their fuck buddies right?" He reveals shyly. "Trent's always saying that Angela's pillow talk irks the fuck outta him"

Holly's crossed arms slowly fell to her sides. "No I didn't know that" She admits. "I thought Angela liked you both" She motioned to Oliver and Harry.

"Ehh" They both shrug.

"Look, we can write this all off as a misunderstanding-" Harry offered. "-But 'ye gotta cut this shite out. No more insulting Y/n, no more rumors 'bout how she's a virgin, prude, or whatnot you've been spreading, and no more pinning Oliver in the middle of this-especially when he genuinely likes you"

Oliver stared intently at Holly, but her eyes were focused on Bianca. Whether she was trying to evade the situation or admission Harry let out, Harry nodded his head goodbye before he went to that familiar weeping willow.

His heart stung a little bit.

He didn't want to hurt Holly's feelings or start something between her and Oliver. But he'd kept his promise to Oliver- up until tonight. All at the expense of Y/n.

The realization stung more than the idea of hurting Holly's feelings.

Harry could've done this long ago, but he promised Oliver he wouldn't. All these spiteful rumors swirling around could've been avoided earlier, if he hadn't agreed to stay quiet, and he'd just went up to Holly and Bianca in the first place. He should've, Y/n would've in a heartbeat.

The thought of her seemed to have summoned her on his phone.

*Y/n: Are you alone?

Harry's brows crunched before he replied with a yes, why?

Y/n's three little dots bounced for what seemed like forever. Harry watched as they taunted him, his bum sitting on the ground, back at the trunk, and drink in his other hand.

When Harry is sure she's not going to respond- the dots had disappeared for a few minutes- he tilts his head back for a swing when his phone lights up with her response.

Oh fuck!

He'd choked on his drink- eyes immediately watering- as he spites out the mouthful he had. A bit of it dribbled out of his mouth, some droplets even on the screen as Harry stares shamelessly at the picture now across his whole screen.

Her pink lips were wetted and pulled back in a shy-girlish smile. Her neck was free of makeup- his love bites highlighted against her flawless skin. The swell of her tits were pushed-up by the soft baby-pink bra he remembers seeing in her duffle bag. The lace of it made her look even more delicate and soft, Harry yearned to touch her. He wanted to press all the purple and red marks and litter her with more.

Fuck, Harry wanted her.

*Y/n: Wonder what it would look like covered in white? ;))

Harry was about to color his briefs white.

Especially when another photo popped up with its own little caption.

This time, her soft bum was decorated in matching baby-pink lace. Harry had never been so determined to make a road trip than in that moment.

*Y/n: Not opposed to leaving a few handprints here next time are 'ya?

Harry would sign his soul to her if she just asked. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg of what he'd do if she just asked. And he explained that much in his reply.

*Harry: Fuck, whatever you want Darling. 'M always at y'er mercy

He could already picture her bashful smile paired with a reddening pink to the swells of her cheeks. Running a shy hand over her smile as if she wanted to keep her excitement a secret.

*Y/n: Even now?

*Harry: Especially now.

*Harry: Lacey and Libbie didn't see these did they?

*Y/n: Hehe...about that

*Harry: Heyyyy, I thought these for me!

*Y/n: They helped me with the pose! I've never done this before!

*Y/n: They said my love bites look pretty :))

Harry grins at this.

Of course they look pretty!

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Y/n is Harry's Boundaries & Harry is Y/n's Desires Part 2

(Fic Challenge; jarofstyles)

"I'm tired" His voice was muffled as he buried his face in her throat. Body wrapped around her like a vine, she was overheating in more ways than one but she couldn't tell him to move. She wanted him close enough that she could continue to feel his heartbeat. Arms that strong should feel suffocating with how he wound them around her body and kept her to his chest, but she would happily drown in him if it meant keeping him right in this place.

He was just better at speaking those desires out loud.

"I just want you to be with me all the time. As much as I love coming home to you...I don't want to have to keep leaving you behind. Is that too clingy of me to say?"

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Yn is Harry's Boundaries and Harry is Y/n's Desires

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Harry is the Grim Reaper and everyone stays away, but Y/n

A raven follows him around. His intimidation, his job, and his raven all enhance the rumors, the whispers, and the loneliness.

He was Death after all.

Nobody wanted to be around him.

Nobody but her

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Boundaries & Desires Pt. 2

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She was almost sheepish saying it out loud- unsure if it was an actual turn on like her books describes it to be. "I tried 't get off wit' a dildo once 'n it didn't fit," Y/n confesses. She could both see and hear Harry's suppressed gasp. "Libbie told me 't try it after a drink or two- something 'bout how it'll help loosen up the muscles 'n me mind. But I'll still remember it" She explains- such a casual shrug and tone despite the conversation they were having.

"I'm g'na cum"

"Right now!" Her exclamation was really meant to be a question.

"Maybe" He mindlessly admits.

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Harry's learning about boundaries

Part 1

(31K+ words)

Authors Note: VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! 18+ Readers only!! There is smut in this!! I will be posting a part 3 to this because I reached the posting limit so it does cut off in a odd part, I tried to make it all seamless but please note that there's a part 3! The next part is going to be pure smut, so if that's not something you enjoy, please do not read the next part! Otherwise, please enjoy! Would love to hear what everyone thinks <3!!

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It was pure bliss.

She hated comparing the feelings swimming through her to those same feelings when she's reading, but it was so hard not too. She never experienced a real relationship and well, the relationships she's read about is the only 'experience' that seem even the slightest bit comparable to the sensations vibrating through her. The butterflies charged at her tummy in hoards and her senses felt fuzzy all the time. It felt like she couldn't think straight, even doing something simple- like walking- felt impossible. Almost like she was learning how to function with all her senses again for the first time.

The worst part was how conscious she was about everything.

About how close he was. Or when his hands engulfed hers. Even the murmurs that erupted the second he'd kissed her goodbye before leaving with Oliver to their lecture. It was like everything he did to her, amplified her desire, which leaked into her senses constantly. Y/n felt like she was invariably on fire.

Sure the glares Bianca and Angela threw at her helped extinguish that burning sensation a bit- but the bruised and irate scowl Trent would shoot her way stoked the fire to life once more. Y/n is actually surprised Trent remembers their interaction at the party weeks ago. She was sure he'd forget that part of the night from how intoxicated he was.

"So things are going well?" Libbie smirks, a cherry lollipop held between her manicured fingers. "Crazy 't think that he can make you starry in the eyes. I thought only fictional men and smut could do that" The taunts throughout the weeks had been adding up on top of each other.

A bit of her loathed how painfully obvious the effect Harry had on her was.

Y/n shook her head, the familiar blush crawling up her neck. "Harry pretty much checks both of those boxes" She grumbles. But Y/n couldn't help to admire it all the same.

Libbie's brows raised as she immediately took the candy from her lips. "I thought you were g'an wait 't have sex?" She tilts her head. "Or did you just tell me that so I could bud out? 'Cos if so, that's fucked. I tell 'ya everything" A pout took over her red stained lips.

Another snort left her nose. "I was referencing Harry being a walking wet dream, Libs" Her blush only intensified. She's beyond grateful that she opted for a lighter sweater today. She had been suffering in her thicker sweaters that would trap her in her own sweltering scarlet. "I am waiting...don't worry. 'M not telling you 't bud out. If I were, I would tell you to bud out"

That seemed to pacify the blonde- who instead stuck her lolli back in her mouth. Till she tilted her head and took it out with a pop! "Why is that? I mean, surely you can just feel the sexual tension oozing off the both of 'ya!" She emphasized.

Y/n wasn't trying to keep secrets from Libbie. She had wanted to talk to someone about it- to get their opinion- but then that's when relationships get muddy. Too many people offering their opinion when they should really fuck off. She trusts Libbie and knew she wouldn't overstep, but it wasn't fair to have that conversation with her before Harry.

"'M on my period," She blurted. "Probably my sexual frustration 'ya feeling. Can't get me rocks off so 'm just suffering over here" Which wasn't a complete lie. No, she wouldn't tell a complete lie.

Her smirk was taunting that oozed to her tongue. "Period sex is a thing, try it out and tell me how it is" She remarks.

Y/n scrunched her nose with a pout. "Not 't kink shame, but that sounds like a mess. I would rather suffer" She spits as they began walking toward the library pods.

"You'll get aroused reading about someone riding a gun or whatnot but draw the line at period sex?"

"Exactly"

"Glad 't know you've got boundaries"

-

Harry could tell he wasn't really paying attention.

And by really paying attention, he means obviously ignoring him. He hadn't given him an ounce of attention the second Harry moved his school pack off the stool he'd been saving for the lad. Oliver's fingers hovered, typed feverishly, and went back to hovering as the electronic device soaked up all of the attention it could get.

It had been like this for the first forty minutes of class. Harry had attempted to get a ration of Oli's regard the whole forty minutes, but ultimately gave up and just started spitting out anything that came to mind. "Yeah, so then rumor has it- he fucked a jar of peanut butter instead" Harry had rambled, eyes glancing at his best friend frowning at his screen. "Didn't even have the decency to deny it either! Said something 'bout how it was a homemade pocket-pussy"

Oliver's lips twisted in disgust. His hand dropped his phone on the desk while he finally gave Harry his full attention. "What're you on about Styles? Who fucked a jar of peanut butter?" He questions.

Harry rolls his eyes, giggling at his friend's disheveled expression. "Oh, so glad y'er finally paying attention to me!" He mocks, a playfully smile on his wetted lips. "We both know I require all attention, especially if I saved you a seat for class because you were late wooing Holly" The playfully tint leaked into his tone.

Although Harry was sure it would get a rise out of Oliver, it wasn't the rise he was expecting. "We both know y'er as shy as a bug Harry" Oliver poked, a soft smile being wiped away instantly. Instead, it was traded for Oli's lips being pinched with the clench of his jawline. "I wasn't wooing anyone...Holly's pissed at me. Think we're g'na call it quits" He grumbled.

"What? Why?"

Oliver held onto his breath before slowly letting it go. "Bianca told her 'bout Y/n-" It wasn't meant to be a jab at Harry, but Harry felt the piercing sensation in his chest. "Guess Bee made it sound like Y/n stole you from her and that you humiliated her...I don't know all the details, but Holly made it clear she would choose Bianca over me" Oliver shook his head, eyes displaying just how far away he was in his thoughts.

Harry kisses his teeth- completely forgetting about the assignment in front of him. "T-That's not what happened at all-" He's quick to protest. "-Bianca asked why I would ask for her number...and I told her the truth. Y/n couldn't have taken me from Bianca...especially since I was never hers to begin with" The words were falling from his mouth. Harry planned on telling Oliver everything that happened, but he never asked and things seemed good between him and Holly. So there was no real reason to bring it up. "She's still upset about the whole thing?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "I guess so. I think there's all sorts of things Holly's upset about too" He confesses, rolling his eyes.

"Like what?"

Another sigh escaped Oli's lips . "Well for starters, she's upset that I made you tag along to the party in the first place" Apparently it sounded as ridiculous as Harry thought it was- Oliver scoffs a little chuckle.

"I was going to the party regardless- for Y/n" Harry reasons.

"But I made you tag along for Bianca. Didn't give you much of a choice because I needed a way with Holly...and she connected the dots" He reveals with a limp shrug.

Harry's face pinches. "She's can't blame you for wanting a chance" Harry demanded, his eyebrows drawing closer together. "What does it matter that things didn't play out with Bianca 'n I?" His tone shifted from curious to disgust.

A short and dry laugh escaped Oliver's mouth. "It matters a lot I guess. Holly said something about how she would be choosing my side over her best friend's side. I don't know, there seems to be a lot of sides and pinning sides against sides. Don't think I can do or say anything that will change her mind and I'm not fond of all the shite they're saying about Y/n...she's a good lass"

"What're they saying?"

Harry was suppose to make it sound less threatening, but it fell out that way. Heat immediately licked his skin and his palms grew clammy the second his brain repeated the question back to himself.

"They're just being nasty-" Oliver shook his head. "-They keep accusing Y/n of being an attention seeker. That the whole act of bringing books to a party and reading them was all attention seeking behavior. Acting daft on purpose for all eyes to be on her, especially when she changes the act to be a knight fo' someone else...I don't know they just go on and on about the stupidest shite- I stopped listening"

If Harry's ears could let out steam, they would. He despised that people were saying this about Y/n. About his Y/n- who would protect anyone and everyone, who would literally jump in front of a bullet or train if it meant keeping them safe, Bianca and Holly included. Everything they mocked wasn't an act. It was just Y/n in her truest form.

And that ticked Harry off even more.

Before Harry could utter even a fraction of his thoughts, Oliver sighed heavily. "Seems like they wanted me to choose sides, but regardless of that- doesn't seem like Holly and I are going to bend at each other's wants"

That had been the last of the conversation. Both lads were reeling in their thoughts- both consumed with the situation- while mindlessly filling out the assignment. Harry felt like shit for messing up Oli's plans, especially when he knew how much he'd like Holly. Harry should've gotten his shit together a lot sooner. He never should've waited to ask Y/n, how in the bleeding fuck does he put up boundaries. He never should've trusted that Bianca would've gotten over the whole situation in a matter of time. And he should've thought about this affecting Oliver and Holly- specially when he remembers Holly's disgusted look at him when he reappeared with Y/n then left with her that one night.

"I-I don't know what's g'na happen between Holly 'n I-" Oliver announced, putting his pencil down. "-I'm hoping that some time just needs to go by so the wounds start healing. But just don't say anything yeah? I'll figure it out" The request was soft and hesitant.

Harry nodded slowly- though he really didn't want to. It seemed like letting this fester only made it worse. He wanted to suggest grabbing coffee with everyone to explain the situation, but the last time he suggested that Bianca had dragged him to an off-campus coffee house and got the idea that Harry was trying to woo her.

Against his better judgement, Harry nodded.

"Yeah, 'course"

-

It was silent for the most part of studying.

Then Niall and Rhett showed up with mischievous grins and something up their sleeve. They came around like they knew Libbie and Y/n were itching to get a break from studying. The pair would stop mid-sentence, put their pencil down, and sit back in their chair. Either of them would have the look on their face. A look that begged one another to stop the torture and say something that would give them an excuse to do anything else but study.

Which was very dangerous because their yearning had been answered.

"Funny seeing you guys here" Rhett hummed knowingly as he took the seat beside Libbie. "Niall and I were just trying to get some studying done" He lied, pulling out a book.

His book was upside down and he made no move to fix this. Instead, he pulled back the cover and flipped to a random page. "I text you saying we would be here," She murmurs, picking up her pen. "And you guys never study, 's why you failed organic chem" Libbie muttered. "I mean remember that synthesis of aspirin lab th-"

Rhett kisses his teeth. "I actually studied for o-chem! 'N you know that!" He pouts, eyes squeezed shut at the recollection of the lab. "Was just dog-shit at it. Not everyone can wear a cropped shirt 'n bat their eyelashes at the professor to round their grade up like some people"

"I've never done that you prick!"

"I've done it before" Niall confesses much to Libbie's surprise. "It worked...think it was just 'cos the Professor found it hilarious. He even took a picture"

"'Ye still owe me a new shirt by the way" Y/n gripes.

"Anyways," Rhett shook his head. "Ni 'n I were thinking of grabbing some dinner befo' hitting the town Friday night! My lady wants 't meet everyone. Figured it would be a good time" He beams.

The offer lingers in the air as Libbie and Y/n stare at one another. Both trying to figure out what the other is thinking- some conversation happening without actually saying a word. They hadn't mentioned any plans since they found one another and a group outing sounded nice. It'd been some time since their last one- back when Y/n was shattered to pieces over Harry.

Niall looked at Libbie and then at Y/n- his bushy eyebrows were pinched. "Oi, what's wit' this silent conversation happening?" He realizes, sitting further back into his chair. "If 'ye worried about Harry, I already asked him 't be me date. 'N he agreed"

Y/n rolls her eyes, Niall had taken the greatest pleasure in throwing around taunts when it came to their relationship. "Where are 'ya thinking of having dinner?" She ignored Niall completely, causing him to gasp and pout in his seat.

'One point for me' She thought, a smile twitching on the corners of her lips.

"Dunno" Rhett shrugs.

Libbie huffs. "Typical, always waiting fo' us 't make the plans" She accuses, grabbing her pen as if she was going back to studying. "Let's meet at Y/n's! 3 sharp" Libbie decides.

"3! Y'er joking, that's too early 't have dinner" Rhett heaves.

"By the time Niall- actually- shows up, it'll be dinner time"

-

The scorching heat was back.

Times a thousand.

"Harry," Her pleaded gasp was hushed with another kiss. Plushy lips begging for her attention and his thigh prying hers open- just trying to get closer to her, the consequences be damned. "Harry!" She had filed her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

She gave a firm tug, pushing her forehead to his, and smiling at the redden pout on his lips. "When I asked 'ya 't come 't the library with me, it was to actually check out a book. Not get handsy in the paleontology section" She giggles, kissing his nose, before rubbing a soothing thumb over his cheek. "What's gotten into 'ya? Been grasping at me like 'm g'na disappear at midnight- not that I mind- but do I not give 'ya enough attention?" Her thumb outline the red splotch growing over his cheek.

A sheepish grin formed on his bitten red lips. "S-Sorry, just couldn't wait. Been itching 't have 'ya 't me-self" He confesses, his cheek growing warmer under her palms.

Little moments like this always reminded her of the Harry that stumbled to her at the tree. How dangerously shy he is but never backing down to confess the things on his mind. Not when it might hurt his own feelings, but sparing the feelings of others from being hurt.

Y/n tilts her head and eyebrows drew closer together. "You've had me to yourself for weeks now. Surprised you haven't gotten tired of me yet," She points with searching eyes. "Really, what's this 'bout?"

"N-Nothing, just couldn't wait" He tries again.

But she wasn't buying his excuse. Not when Harry was her favorite book to read. And surely not when he was attached to her like a puppy in heat. "Sure doesn't feel like nothing," She raised her thigh- brushing the meat of her leg into the bulge that had been poking her. Harry chokes on his breath, hands squeezing her hips as if that would show him mercy. "'Ye can talk 't me...if y'er not ready, then that's okay. But don't torture yourself" Her voice was comforting and hugged Harry's insecurities.

Defeatedly, he slouches against her torso. She's sure it was a sight to see- her back pressed into the fossilized books with a very needy Harry wrapped around her like a vice. Not to mention Harry straddling her thigh.

Y/n actually wished she could capture this moment forever, but her phone was in her back pocket that was holding them against the shelves.

A warm and large breath escapes his nose, ridding all the way down her chest, even warming up her skin despite the shirt's barrier. "I-I will, just not here...and you can't laugh at me" He whines, shaking his face into her neck.

She could feel his eyelashes tickling her skin- goosebumps raised in their wake. "Promise not 't laugh...we'll grab that book I need 'n head home. Whenever y'er ready" She hums, smoothing his hair she'd grasped as if she was trying to rid the evidence of her hands being there.

They spent a few more minutes like this- Harry taking a few deep breathes and almost purring against her chest. "Okay, let's go" Harry eventually decides.

Beside one another, Y/n took him to the front desk where a line was waiting. "Thought 'ye would've beat me here" Niall had waved them over to wait with him. "Surprised you didn't, 'cos 'ya class is just down the road from here"

"I was looking fo' a book," Her right thumb had pointed in the directed they came from as the slightest fib escaped her lips with ease. As the line began moving, Niall shrugged at her explanation when Y/n turned to Harry. "Forgot 't tell 'ya. Rhett's missus wants 't meet everyone. We're going 't dinner and grabbing a drink afterwards tomorrow" She invites.

"I already told 'ya, Harry's me date," Niall interjects before Harry can respond.

Y/n looks at Harry and could instantly see a panic in his eyes. Those emerald gems had frantically flicked from Y/n to Niall- hardening at the lad's profile. The shy lad that was burrowed into her chest had disappeared- a bit of her insides warmed knowing that it was a privilege seeing that Harry. "Thought 'ye were pulling me leg- Harry! 'Ye really said yes!" She was teasing, but still a bit surprised that Niall was being serious.

Harry gasped. "I didn't know it was a date! Niall just asked to grab a bite 't eat! He left out the part where everyone was joining 'n Rhett's girl wanting 't meet us!" The disapproving glare shot at Niall had him up in a heap of chuckles. Chuckles that had his shoulders bouncing, stomach clenching, and eyes squinted.

A few shh's echoed around him, but he didn't give a rat's ass.

"'Ye didn't ask," He then turns to Y/n. "''N he even said he would sit next 't me"

One point for Niall, the bastard!

-

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?"

That wasn't how he planned to have this conversation. He'd rehearsed his lines for weeks now, but the conversation with Oliver had him going batty. He's still kicking himself for promising Oliver to not say anything. He wanted to talk to Y/n about it- ask if she's heard these horrible whispers- and maybe that's why she was rejecting his advances.

But Harry's heart had been racing for weeks now. He felt like a little kid for being so scared to ask or bring up the conversation in general. Almost like it was taboo for him to want to have sex with Y/n. At first, he'd just ignored the topic at all costs.

Which wasn't terribly hard since their relationship didn't revolve around sex.

It didn't!

It just got harder to ignore when things started to provoke him a bit. Because they sure did over time.

They started reading and then watching the telly together. Both of which led to Harry having to will-away the ache in his pants. The whole situation- whether it was reading or watching the telly- had him feeling like he was some horny, angsty teen again. Especially when Y/n did things unknowingly to rile him up.

Like when they read together. He'd noticed it the first time it happened. The way she would grip the book, clench her thighs, and blush a bright fuchsia. Her voice would drop as she read the smut out loud. Harry thought it would be the descriptive sex scenes that would make him fidgety- hearing her speak out loud all the filthy things he desired to do to her- but that hadn't been the reality of the situation.

Instead, it was Y/n.

It was when she would bite her lip- trying to contain her excitement and giddiness- while she repeated the words on the page. Begs or demands from the characters, falling off of her lips, and filthy words echoing in his head as if it wasn't scripted. He wasn't perverted in the slightest. Reading as a whole had started to make him so much more imaginative. And he was fascinated with her reading- even outside of the smutty parts.

But Y/n was like his wet dream come to life.

Not that it bettered the situation.

Or made him feel less perverted...

Kissing her and having her in his lap only added fuel to his fire. She was just so bloody soft. She always smelled so fucking good. And her little gasps or pleasurable hums further his high. That's all before she started rocking her hips against his. He was completely at her mercy.

Harry wanted so much, she was his burning desire. But he could feel her putting distance between their little moments.

Before he thought nothing of it. Maybe he was moving too fast for her liking. Or maybe she wasn't wanting to rush into something. Perhaps even her period arrived and she just wanted to be coddled. He'd wait and give her space.

He still will.

It's just insecurities started to blossom in his chest the more she would reject his advances. Had he been reading their predicament wrong? Did he smell bad? Did Y/n think that he was just after her for sex? And now that Harry knew about the shite Holly and Bianca were saying- did Y/n hear their nasty comments? Was that why she didn't want anything more than a few heated makeouts?

Why was it so hard to ask her these questions?

Why did he promise Oliver to keep quiet about the situation?

All he knew was that his heart was seconds away from exploding and he was sweating underneath his t-shirt. "Why don't you want to have sex with me?" And it was too late. The question had already been asked. It was in front of both of them. And he was beating himself up for it.

"What?"

"I-I meant to ask that differently" He admits. "I-I've just been thinking a lot, 'n I feel like I might be making you uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that 'ye don't wanna do anything with me. 'N if t-that's the case, I'll stop whatever it is 'm doing! I-I don't mean 't make 'ya uncomfortable! 'S just I-I really want 'ya 'n I can get ahead of myself-"

Harry was cut off. He was stopped in the middle of his rambling with her lips and hands on his cheeks. He'd been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice her close the gab between them.

And now she had all his undivided attention.

"Thank you"

Y/n giggled then kisses him again before pulling away. "You don't make me uncomfortable Harry, 'm the most comfortable around you" She swears, eyes the size of saucers. "The feeling is mutual so don't worry yourself that it's not" She whispers.

That alleviated a lot of the weight that had been over his heart for some time now. It would've alleviated more had that damn promise not been there. "So why...what's going on?" He stumbled over his words.

Y/n sighs, she felt like she was on fire.

She had been having wet dream after wet dream about the definition of a wet dream she had as a boyfriend. They were in the honeymoon period but even then, she's never had this type of relationship before. Sure, she craved intimacy and everything about a relationship, but it was just never her time.

And now that it was, she didn't want to push anything.

It was such a fine line.

Y/n just wanted to make sure that both of them would be able to say something if the need arises. She wanted to hear Harry in multiple ways. She didn't want to dictate certain aspects, but she's never been in this type of predicament. So for the first time, it felt like even the books she's read hadn't given her any type of guide to aid her.

"Y/n?" The call of her name shook her from her far away thoughts. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" His soft doe eyes made her tummy tighten harder than it had been.

Siting on his lap and noticing how red she'd made his lips didn't help the coil in her tummy. "What? No-no just...just started thinking" She shook her head.

The look he'd given her said everything. Harry didn't believe her. "Do you want to have sex?"

"What?" She jumped as if she'd been shocked. All of Harry's questions had the same reaction from her. And well, if she was being honest then she kinda was shocked. Expect it was an electric current of pure want and desire that twisted painfully.

How did they so quickly change positions? Or was Harry better at masking his nervousness than she was since it was clear he'd had experience before? Why was she so confident reading smut and explaining sex positions from the book to Harry, but she was so fucking shy to voice her own wants? Fuck, why couldn't she be fed a script so she could explore all the correct things?

Harry's smirk lined his lips- as if he'd heard her thoughts- before kissing her nose and soothing his large hands over her thighs. "You get spacey when we snog...believe it or not Darling, this isn't the first time you've 'started thinking' in the midst of ravishing each other" He teases.

Now she was lit up for a whole other reason.

"M sorry," She whines. Immediately throwing herself in his chest and letting her blush be felt by smooshing her cheeks to his neck. No wonder Harry had a habit of doing this to her, it felt bloody fantastic. "Sorry, just gets hard 't think 'n then I start thinking anyways. Bit fucked in me head" Y/n grumbles, lips brushing against his skin.

Harry instead offered reassuring pats at her bum and little rubs from her bum to her lower back. "Mhmm," He hums as he listens. "'S okay Love, 'm flattered I make 'ya spacey in the eyes 'n whatnot-" Harry truly was. It instantly extinguished the selfish insecurities plaguing his mind. Sure, he was still curious about why they hadn't advanced to anything past a few heated makeouts. But feeling and seeing her melt into him made Harry feel like it wasn't because she didn't like him. Her reassurance also aided that. "-Makes me feel like I can compete wit' 'em filthy books you get 'ya rocks off too" Harry smiles as triumphantly as he felt.

Although he'd gleamed with his playful statement, Y/n crunches her nose before biting playfully at the junction of his neck and shoulders. A surprised squawk made Harry tighten his arms around her while pushing her away. "Oi! 'Ye little gremlin! That hurt!" He pouts.

"Me filthy little books would've liked it" She gripes. "In fact, Zade Meadows would've demanded I bite him harder till my teeth marks were permanently on his skin" Y/n swears, moving till she sees him.

"Is he the one that puts the knife in the mattress and told her 't ride it?"

Y/n nearly choked on her spit. "Who the fuck told you 'bout that?"

"What? Didn't think I'd find out 'bout 'ya dirty little secrets?" He sticks his nose up dramatically. "I've got me ways"

Y/n giggles, "M sure 'ya do....just be careful. 'Ye might find something 'ya don't want 't find. No shame in my game"

Harry scoffs out of his nose. "Y'er amazing...a gremlin but 'n amazing one at that" He says it like a vow. "What do 'ya keep thinking 'bout?" He suddenly asks.

His hands went back into that soothing motion, almost like he knew this would draw out the truth from her. The fact that he asked would make her admit it, but the rubs made it easier. At least she thinks as she could just imagine herself needing into his chest. "Same thing as you probably," Y/n murmurs- Harry wasn't the only one with insecurities. "I-I don't wanna push you into something. 'M afraid I can be a bit demanding or whatnot. So, I-I pull back when I feel like I am" She shrugs.

"What do 'ya mean?" He questions.

With a heavy sigh- realizing that she was gonna have to be more specific- she shrugs again. "I don't want 't pressure 'ya into something 'ya not ready fo'," She clarifies. Her fingers picked at the edge of her sleeve with shy eyes. Harry's heart soared, what a sight to see. "Haven't had an actual relationship before 'n I don't wanna dictate one either. It's why I get spacey 'n start thinking too much when you get that hot little mouth on me" She playfully swiped at his bottom lip.

Which brought two realizations to Harry. Both of which hit him like a truck- he had to put a lot of effort into not letting these realization contort his face.

Bloody hell, this woman was magnificent.

2. Harry needed to get a fucking grip.

This whole time he was thinking that he smelled bad or was making her uncomfortable. Instead, he once again should've been working on his damn boundaries. Y/n had every right to not want to get in bed with him! Hell, he's glad she didn't! He never would've learned if she did. Which once again, shows how amazing her boundaries really are. Harry had never been so envious before. Not the bad kind, he was still very much fascinated with her, he just felt silly.

Harry should've had at least an idea this was holding her back. His sleuthing- if you could call it that- had proven that Y/n has a taste for men who took control. Not the obsessive and controlling type- to a degree, her books spoke volumes at times- but hell someone who at least had boundaries. In hindsight, Harry should've taken note of this after the first book they read together. The blueprint was already laid out for him, he was just too wrapped up in his insecurities to realize.

"Wait," Another thought popped up at his revelation. "You haven't had an actual relationship...what does that mean?" He didn't want to out right say it. Just because she hasn't had a real relationship doesn't mean Y/n hasn't done anything.

But Harry didn't know what the correct way to word these things were.

Which caused her to giggle again. "Yes, 'm a virgin"

"Oh!"

"Now why have 'ya gone 'n said it like that!" She jests.

"H-How're you a...what do 'ya mean?" He was flabbergasted to say the least. Again, he needed a fucking grip. On something, anything!

"I mean, I've never had sex. 'Ya know, like I haven't lost my-"

"No- I know what that means!" Harry rolls his eyes playfully. His chest bubbled with a giggle- the nervousness he was once feeling, completely fading. "I'm just shocked that y'er-"

"You and me both" She pipes.

"Oh bloody hell, this isn't going how I thought it was g'na go" Harry sighs, hiding underneath his hands for a moment and taking a few deep breathes.

Y/n giggles, hands soothing the length of his forearms before grasping his wrists. "Hey, 'm just teasing...helps me feel less embarassed admitting that out loud," She reveals with a limp shrug. "Not everyone gets suggestive glances at closets or asked to go fo' a walk in the woods"

Harry rolled his eyes, a smile etched on his lips. "Would've asked 'ya 't have a walk in the woods wit' me the first night I met you, if you'd let me have another drink" It was his turn to throw a taunt.

"Oh so it's my fault!" She laughs.

"Yes, you nag"

Y/n threw her head back, a fit of giggles erupted in her system. "Alright then, I'll leave 'ya wit' Trent next time. See if I answer 'ya next drunken call" She jabs playfully.

Just as quickly as Harry was about to have a mental breakdown, he's laughing with Y/n, nerves completely wiped away, and feeling absolutely silly for letting his nerves get the best of him.

-

"I've finally honored 'ye fuckers wit' my presence"

That should've been clue one. Y/n should have taken note, wore a different shirt, and mentally prepared for the long night that was-surely- ahead of them. But she didn't. And she was paying for her choices now.

It was hard trying to ignore the way the tag rubbed against her skin- it was hard enough that she'd been fidgeting since she tugged it on. Normally she would've thrown it off, but Harry had walked into the room with a wide smile. "I love that color on you," His voice was deep and planted a seed in her lower tummy. The seed started to sprout when he wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin on her shoulder. "You look beautiful. Just wanna keep 'ya 't myself. Don't want 'em leachers looking at you" Harry began kissing the length of her neck.

She doesn't know how her knees kept her upright. Especially when they buckled at the feather like kisses. "You've been rather soft wit' me...this wouldn't happen 't be because 'ye found out I was a virgin?" Y/n tilted her head but reveling in the attention.

Harry shook his head. "Not in the slightest," He lied. At least Y/n thinks he did. "Just like this color on 'ye...'n hoping I can convince 'ye 't stay in wit' me" He teases.

"Oi, 'm already a hermit. Can't bail on the only friends that I have" It was her turn to shake her head. "Sides, it's for Rhett. He seemed really excited fo' us 't meet this girl. Now budge up, got 't finish befo' Niall's ready before me"

It had happened once, and Niall's never let it go.

So it was no shocker when everyone had met at Y/n's flat. Everyone but Niall, who was always 'fashionably late'. "If I didn't know he'd get batshit drunk, I would say let's leave without him" Libbie kisses her lips. "'N he would moan and groan 'bout it all night. Would've ruined the night if it met getting back at us" She continued.

Rhett's missus- Lacey- had been a good sport. She laughed at everyone's digs at Niall and assured that Niall being late was okay. Which resulted in everyone advising her not to tell Niall that, because she would eventually pay for a comment like that. Like when Libbie had done the same thing, only to regret ever saying anything when they were late to dinner on waves- a boat ride dinner that she'd planned for her birthday. Or like when Rhett didn't push Niall to get ready faster and he was late to a basketball game he had court side tickets too.

Y/n was just lucky she never left the house.

"We might just have 't tell him 't meet us there," Rhett shakes his head. Otherwise, he'd looked completely relaxed on Y/n's couch. Bourbon sitting on the top cushion sniffing his hairspray and purring in his ear. "'M starving and Y/n's got dick all fo' food here!" He whines.

A bubbling insult was just seconds away from spilling out of her mouth. Her lips were parted, but rather than letting Rhett have it, she stopped and snapped her head to Harry. "Oi, 't be fair lad, 'ye didn't say we'd be having hors d'oeuvres here! We were just suppose 't meet here 'n leave" Harry had scoffed playfully, a toothy smile showing his dimples.

Libbie giggles- completely unfazed by Harry's comment. "Leave it 't Horan 't always change the plans...all because he needs his face steamed 'n eye masks befo' going out" She pestered.

"'Ye think those actually work?" Rhett mused out loud, eyes spacey looking off to the side. "The lad goes out for a pint or two a lot and will sometimes not get a blink of sleep...but I don't think I've ever actually seen him wit' bags under his eyes" He tilted his head in thought.

Almost mimicking Rhett, everyone stops. Nothing is said for a second and it felt like everyone held their breath for someone to prove Rhett wrong.

"I've finally honored 'ye fuckers wit' my presence" The man himself had appeared, not a hair out of place, and as if he didn't have everyone waiting an extra forty-five minutes for solely him.

Before Niall could even sit down, everyone jumped from their seat and began gathering their items. "The Princess is finally here, let's go before my stomach eats itself" Rhett grumbles, helping Lacey put her jacket back on.

"I've got 't wee-"

"Hold it!" Y/n, Rhett, and Libbie demanded.

"Whose ordering the-"

"Y'er carriage is already outside, let's go 'ye royal pain in the ass"

Niall was quickly walking after everyone, a bit pouted as nobody had even said they liked his outfit. And confused why he was royal all of a sudden. Hopefully the royalty take would continue throughout the night so they would feel inclined to buy him a drink. Niall always enjoyed them doting over him.

That was all just starting the night.

Dinner had run smoothly- besides Niall's little tantrum at Harry sitting beside Y/n. They had gone back and forth for a bit and once their drinks were placed on the table and food orders were taken, Y/n was about at her wits end. Niall had grumbled about sitting next to Libbie instead of Harry- just to get under her skin. Which he was accomplishing very well. (It normally wouldn't have. Instead, she would've paid no mind to Niall and had just chatted with Libbie, but that damn tag was making her skin hot with annoyance. Niall was just icing on the cake)

"Lad, you got 't sit next 't me on the drive here," Harry laughs, placing his cocktail back on the table after a sip. "Gotta sit wit' my missus now, especially since 'ye don't let me eat off 'ya plate" He poked.

Harry had made the table erupt with laughter and stories about everyone's run-ins with Niall and food. From Rhett and Niall not talking to one another because Rhett ate Niall's last mozzarella stick to Harry telling the story about Niall taking his credit card and spending over a 100 pounds on food. All the stories had everyone giggling and inclined to add onto one another's, but Y/n hadn't let out a peep.

Instead, she had to fight her gaze from being solely on Harry. The lad who always had some type of physical touch on her. Whether it was a hand on her thigh, his leg next to hers, or even slipping his arm around her waist- trying to get her closer to him. His touch captivated every breath she exercised, claiming all as his and his only. Harry's possessiveness brought on heat. Heat that she's never felt before.

And she's read all the smut in the world.

So why hadn't any of those scenes or chapters accurately described the primal need wreaking havoc on her insides? How could they not? Y/n's read books with the characters fucking in a booth at a club! She's read about characters having at it in the bathroom of a restaurant! Hell, she's even indulged in a few chapters where activities take place under the dinner table!

Why didn't this constant touch or their closeness make her squirm underneath the attention both her friends and Harry gave her? Why...why was it so hard to disregard everything swimming around in her lower tummy when Harry was loving on her? And why wasn't she stressing out about not being able to tell Harry to bugger off?

"Darling," The word danced over the edge of her ear and she could feel everything. Including the now rough fabric brushing against her perked nipples, which sprung under Harry's voice and voice alone. "Am I doing too much? Y'er spacey again 'n we're not even snogging" Bleeding fuck, this man was trying to set her ablaze in front of everyone just for the fun of it.

"No" This was a complete and utter lie. Not a single ounce of truth in this two letter word. "No, I-I was just thinking 'bout this tag. 'S being a nuisance 'n whatnot" She spit out the first thing that came to mind. Well second think that came to mind because she could feel the razor sharp edge dragging against her skin under her shirt while Harry's thumb drew pretty little designs on her thigh.

It seemed like Harry could read her thoughts as he gave her thigh a delicious squeeze. From his thumb to his pinkie, she felt every little grove his fingertips held- almost like he was trying to cast his print upon her skin through her trousers. "Where's the tag Darling? I'll get it for 'ya" He pats at the fingerprints he left before they disappeared.

Y/n thought- for a split second- to brush off his offer. Especially when he took his hand away, which she hadn't realized provided her a lot of warmth in the rather chilly restaurant. But she didn't, not when the slight shift brought the edge of the tag to once again brush against her torso. It was like nails on a chalkboard and she had enough.

Twisting to the side, she flipped the inside of her shirt, outwards and presented the pesky tag to Harry. Goosebumps from the exposed skin and Harry's hands trying to tug forcefully at the tag exploded. The chill rode every centimeter of skin while all she could do was watch Harry focus on the piece of paper that wasn't going easily.

At the back of her mind, she hated his attention on the tag. She wanted that bit lip, bunched eyebrow, and stern gaze set on her. Not some silly little tag.

"The fuck 's going on wit' 'ya?" Niall questioned, watching Harry try another angle on the tag.

Could he try another angle with her?...

Leave it to Niall to rile her up further, but for a completely different reason. "Got a pesky tag 'n Harry's trying 't get it off. Making me batty" Y/n grumbles, more fever traveling from her neck and the tips of her ears. She could hear the ragging blood rush to the surface layer.

Libbie's mouth drops open as if she remembered something. "Lemme check me bag, should have some nippers or somewhat" She offers, hands going to the back of her chair to search through her many different pockets.

Before Libbie could find anything to cut the tag, Harry reaches over, his neck stretching over Y/n's torso. His front teeth at the edge of the tag as it allowed him to rip it off the shirt completely.

When Y/n was about to guide Harry away- the fervor of the situation was suffocating her and she had already drank all of her water. Harry had gave a fleeting kiss to the general area that was being terrorized by the tag and displayed the tag in triumph. "No need, I got it" He smiled.

Although dinner went on without a missed beat, Y/n took deep breath after deep breath. Trying so desperately to ignore the ruined fabric of her underwear and the clear shift in Harry's demeanor. Like when he took the liberty of ordering her another drink before their food arrived. Or when he grabbed her plate, examined the food, only to hand it back to the waitress with a soft smile. "'Excuse me...this was suppose to be made without tomatoes. Sorry 'm just a real stickler for 'em rotten tomatoes" He beams so easily.

"Not a problem, let me fix that fo' you" She blushes, taking the plate from him.

Y/n looked at him a bit dumbfounded. "I would've still eaten it wit' 'em tomatoes, just would've picked 'em out" She swears.

Harry shook his head in response. "'Ye asked for them 't be removed," Was the only explanation he gave before he pushed his plate in front of her. "Here 'ya are, eat some of mine while we wait fo' the plate 't come back" Again there wasn't any room to argue.

Instead, Harry handed her a fork and knife and urged Y/n to eat. Y/n had spared a glance to the few eyes lingering on them. Libbie and Lacey both looked at the couple fondly, almost like they were seconds away from cooing with delight. Niall didn't bother looking up from his plate as Rhett glanced at Lacey like she hung the stars for him.

By the time dinner was finished, Y/n excused herself to the loo before they headed downtown for the night.

She wasn't surprised to see her flushed expression staring back at her in the mirror. Her cheeks were a blushing red, the tips of her ears were vibrating from the blood's frenzy, and well her lips had become swollen from her teeth picking at them. Y/n hadn't felt this wrapped up in her head since the whole misunderstanding with Harry and Bianca.

The common denominator was clear; Harry.

"You okay?" Libbie and Lacey had walked in.

Her teeth instinctively rubbed against her bottom lip as she nods. "Yeah 'm fine" She cleared her throat. "Harry just has me in a tizzy is all" Y/n scoffed at herself. Why would she admit that out loud? In front of Libbie was fine, but she had just met Lacey.

As if Lacey could hear her line of thought, she smiles softly. "You lot go good together. Don't know how Bianca could complain 'bout 'ye controlling Harry when that's clearly not the case" She reassures.

Bianca- this girl was becoming an absolute thorn in her side. Why couldn't she bugger off!

"Bianca said that?" Libbie raised her eyebrow.

Lacey nodded, shifting under her weight as she clearly felt the tone change in Libbie. "Oh, I don't mean 't start anything," She began backpedaling. "I didn't really pay any mind to Bianca and Trent"

Y/n smiles, "Don't worry 'bout it" It was her chance to reassure Lacey. "It's just some bruised feelings with the both of 'em. I don't give a rats ass, but apparently they do"

"What did they say?" Libbie questioned as Y/n washed her hands and began applying some lip gloss.

"Just complained that Y/n was controlling Harry," She admits, her shoulders limply shrugging at her confession. "Something 'bout her making him leave parties 'n whatnot. 'T be honest, just sounded like they were upset they didn't get their way. Spoiled little prats they sounded like"

Y/n and Libbie snort, giving Lacey a victory smile before a little more taunts were exchanged about the situation. "One thing you'll find is Y/n is the life of the party. Maybe that little party animal will make an appearance t'night" Libbie grins after a layer of lipstick.

"I don't think so" She scrunches her nose.

"Aww c'mon! We got our lads here 't look out fo' us" Libbie whines.

Before Y/n could rebuttal, Lacey looks between the two with nervous eyes. "I-I think we should!" She blurts out. "Ermm, not sure if Rhett has said anything, but I-I've never had like girlfriends 'n whatnot. 'N you lot are a real hoot! S-So we should take advantage!" Lacey spits, eyes wide as hopeful glances were spared to Libbie and Y/n.

And well the last thing she wanted to do was prove Bianca and Trent's point about being controlling. Not to mention, Libbie was right. The lads were there- if anything were to happen, they could take care of them. Plus, Rhett would be kicking his feet with glee if he saw Lacey having a hoot with everyone. How was she going to say no when all this was piling against her. She would have to take one for the team, swallow her anxiety and frustrations about going out for the night.

Maybe it was her chance to finally get back at all those times Niall and Rhett dragged her out to parties, whined about not having enough food to sedate their drunken hunger, and pissing on her bath rug....

Well she wouldn't piss on anyone's bath rug.

Not unless she was drinking tequila.

"Aish," She sighs. "Alreet then, guess it's a hoot you'll have. C'mon" Y/n agrees, causing the two girls to squeal in excitement.

When the girls rejoined that lads, the energy was anew and Lacey and Libbie's grins displayed the transformation. Even the hint of one on Y/n's lips had Harry looking at her like she was his Mona Lisa. It was no secret- nor were they trying to pass it as one- that the girls were brewing something for the night.

Rhett stood to his towering height, Lacey's jacket presented to her. As she turns- slipping her arms into the sleeves- he muses the both of them. "A good wee 'ye had? What's with the giddiness?" He teases.

Y/n wasn't oblivious to the gaze Rhett gave Lacey. It oozed warmth, admiration, and love even from across the table. "Oh it's nothing" Lacey shook her head, shyness washing over her like a shower.

Despite the shyness, Lacey was met with a skeptical glance. "Y'er sure?" Rhett tilts his head, a never-leaving-smile at the corner of his lips.

Y/n cleared her throat softly, feeling a new intensity swimming underneath her skin. "Lacey's being modest. She somehow got me to agree to have a shot at the next bar!" Y/n pipes with a little shake of her head.

Niall, Rhett, Harry, and Lacey both looked at one another in shock. "How in the bleeding fuck did 'ya do that Babe!" Rhett gasps. Not before he quickly whipped his analytical gaze to Y/n. "Oi, how did 'ye let her do that! I've been wit' 'ya fo' years now, 'n you've never just agreed 't take a shot wit' me! She's around 'ya fo' a few minutes 'n she's already got 'ya drinking wit' her" He argues.

"She caught me at a moment of weakness I guess" Y/n brushes it off. "Let's go befo' I change my mind" She couldn't help but threaten.

"'Ye heard the hermit! Let's fucking go" Libbie pushes.

Libbie not only led them out of the restaurant, but down the streets and a couple blocks over to the downtown nightlife that was just waking up. Many different couples, friend groups, and businesses were filling the sidewalks. Luckily, it was still early enough where lines weren't forming outside of the bars, but there were healthy amounts of people within them.

Everyone had left it to Niall and Libbie to choose where to start first. Rhett and Lacey were in their own little world, walking hand-in-hand behind the leaders. Much like the couple, Y/n and Harry walked behind them when Harry tugged Y/n closer to his side with a smile. "So Lacey just convinced 'ya eh?" Harry spoke as close to her ear as he could.

The little bugger was catching on. After all, he had been on the other side- in Lacey's position-so it was easier to spot Y/n's patterns. "More or less," She admits, her hand going underneath his arm to grab his bicep. She would bite into them if he'd let her. "Agreed 'cos she said she didn't have a lot of girlfriends...think that's why Rhett wanted us 't meet her so bad," Y/n whispered, feeling Harry trying to tug her closer with her hand being squeezed between his bicep and torso. "And apparently there's a rumor"

"Oh?" Harry hums. "What rumor?" He asks, eyebrows raised.

"Not sure if 'ye can call it a rumor 't be fair" She admits. "Apparently Bianca and Trent have been complaining- saying I'm controlling and have been forcing 'ya 't leave parties 'n whatnot. What a right prude I've been! Don't know how 'ye can even enjoy dating a controlling bastard like me!" Y/n mocks.

Harry didn't like that.

A monstrous nasty feeling stabbed him in the stomach while its teeth chewed over Harry's heart. All his organs had seized in function while the little devious feeling plagued him like the deadliest and most feared illness history has ever seen. He could feel the pinched expression in his t-zone.

Enough was enough.

"Oh" He nearly growled.

Y/n had felt the rearrangement in Harry's demeanor. She's noticed it since last night. "So, tomatoes in my food just convinced 'ya huh?" She ponders out loud, one eyebrow lifting in curiosity.

"Convinced me?" Harry immediately snapped out of his brooding. "What'd 'ya mean? I've always liked tomatoes. Peas are me favorite, but I've never had a problem wit' vegetables"

A giggle erupted from her chest as they stood, waiting for their turn to cross the street. "Y'er the only person I know, who has over four cans of sweet peas in their cupboard," Y/n pointed with a little smile. "But 'm not talking 'bout 'ye liking tomatoes. 'M talking 'bout how 'ye went from stumbling over 'ya words when declining a chance for a pleading mouth to get a'hold of 'ya prick- to telling the waitress 't remake my food, all because I asked fo' no tomatoes" She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Harry knew she would notice. She always did. It felt like she noticed the slightest drop in temperature without even going outside. "They're just tomatoes" He murmurs.

"Are they?" She pushed playfully.

"No" He admits.

Despite the conversation, Y/n and Harry couldn't help but giggle. It was a nice break and gave Harry a second to breathe. "If y'er not ready 't have this conversation, that's okay. We can pick it up later. But if you do, I'm willing to listen" Y/n offers.

And there it was again.

That faster patter against his ribcage, the swelling of his heart, and the floating, weight-less rush she always gave him. Harry was convinced she was nothing short of a drug. A highly addictive, higher than life, drug that hooked him the second he stumbled upon her and their tree.

"Never let me get away wit' anything," Harry nips jokingly. "Think y'er just rubbing off on me a lot more than 'ya think-" He'd turned to seize her attention. Almost like he was searching for another hit of her high. Oh how he wanted her, her high, her everything. Nothing short of anything and everything. "Think 's time I embrace my boundaries, the same way you've embrace y'er desires" His emerald eyes dropped to her lips as if the word desire reminded him of his own. Like the fire had been lit without a match needed.

Y/n's never been a fan of P.D.A. But she's never given less of a fuck than in that moment.

They smeared their lips together as if they were in the privacy of her home. The shyness she expected to creep in didn't have any room to do so, not when they were so desperately close to one another. Not when the boundaries she once had were thrown away and the desires he instilled in them roared to life.

What a funny thing they both were.

How beautifully they worked in tandem together.

"Let's go love birds!" Libbie's voice sounded far away.

With a wet gasp, Y/n and Harry pulled away from one another. Neither of them could tell if it was a burning blush or a fiery embarrassment of nearly snogging in public that etched into their cheeks. Both of them were a bit breathless, smiling like total loons to one another before Harry took her hand and placed it on his bicep once more.

"Seems like I still have one pleading little mouth after me" Harry cheekily grins.

Y/n flushed, squeezing his bicep as if that would grant her some type of relief. "G'na have a lot more than a mouth after 'ya when I get a few drinks in me system" She grumbles, enjoying the night air whipping against her heated skin.

"Oooo promise?"

"Careful what you wish fo'-" She mischievously grins. "Never seen me with a drink or two...think I embraced my desires sober? G'na have another thing coming 't 'ya curly"

A pink, sizzling color bloomed as he blew out a deep breath. It was a new color she'd seen on him- one that looked so gorgeous, it almost wasn't fair. "Lord have Mercy on Me," He pleaded, voice vibrating from his chest. "Have fun t'night Darling, I've got 'ya. Want 'ya to give Lacey the hoot 'ye both deserve" Harry genuinely beams.

That was surely more attainable than normal. Y/n felt like she could use a drink to help uncoil the knots in her tummy. Especially as it only tighten tenfold at Harry's pat on her bum.

-

Y/n was right.

The warning was exactly what she made it sound like. A clear, bright red, flashing warning that Harry didn't pay any mind too. He couldn't, it was borderline impossible. Sure, he'd brushed it off and did that of his own free will.

That had been in the beginning.

At the start, when Y/n only had two cocktails in her system and a full warm meal. In the beginning where her head was sharp and clear, without any alcohol muddled thoughts or actions. The same old Y/n he'd been privy to since the start of their relationship- platonic and romantic.

But now, he was privy to a new Y/n.

A Y/n who downed shooters like a pro, had everyone giggling till their tummies hurt, and even convincing others to buy drinks for the whole party. A Y/n who was such a delight to be around, but that was such a bloody tease- it was driving Harry batty.

It felt like an honor and blessing to see her in this state. Especially when it was such a rarity.

"I told 'ya," Rhett had mused, plopping on the stool beside Harry. Another water handed in his direction as they both just watched with wide smiles at the lasses spinning Niall around like they owed the non-existent dance floor. "Y/n does not drink, but when she does, it's a fucking blast" He laughs.

Which was a complete understatement.

"Should've never doubted 'ya" Harry taunts. He watched as Lacey and Y/n yelled the lyrics of a song to one another- eyes both spacey with the widest grins on their faces. Despite the alcohol swirling in Y/n's system, she made it her mission to include the girl. Almost like they were attached at the hip- even going so far to explain what the conversation was about if she was having trouble following. "Lacey seems like she's having a good time. Seems like she's fitting right in wit' everyone" He turned to Rhett.

It was no secret how nervous the lad was about his girlfriend getting along with everyone. As the night went on, his nerves eased, and seemed to completely disappear as they entered the bar and grill.

"Yeah...suppose I have Y/n 't thank fo' that," He laughs, shaking his head. "The girl makes it her life mission to make sure she feels included. Should've never doubted her" Rhett mimics.

Harry supposed it would've been obvious to Rhett that Y/n did this for Lacey and in a sense for him. "No...no you definitely shouldn't have" Harry grins.

The two of them sat there for a second. Just watching and saving their table. It was almost like his stare drew her in. Harry wasn't making it a secret that he'd been watching her- not when his cheeks were burning from his toothy smile. Y/n could feel his lingering eyes the second she'd walked away with Libbie, Lacey, and Niall.

By now the song was ending, their drinks were gone, and a moment to breathe was needed. Harry stood, offering his stool for Y/n, who gladly accepted. "Here Darling, have a sip-" He handed over his water, kissing her temple while holding guard at her back. With her lips at the mouth of the water bottle, Harry dipped till his own were at the pulse point of her neck. "Need'a another drink? Hmm? Tell me what 'ya need" He encouraged.

Of course he knew what he was doing.

She wasn't the only one who knew how to be a tease. Harry could feel her pulse hardest on his lips, he could feel her spine stiffen at his suggestive tone, and he could only imagine how her thighs pressed together.

In a wet gasp- one that travel straight to his cock- she pulled the bottle away from her lips and turned to him. Her free hand grabbed his bicep and squeezed. "Are 'ya trynna get me drunk?" She implored.

"Noooo, 'course not," He carried out the syllable. "'M trynna be useful 't you...want 'ya 't use me" Harry's innuendo made her buzz more than the alcohol did.

And the arrogant bastard thrived in her buzz.

Her arrogant bastard.

Y/n gulped the water, her throat feeling awfully dry all of a sudden. At least that was dry. "Can you be useful in a number of ways?" She coaxed.

Before he was given a second to prove just how useful he can be, Rhett and Niall completely bursted their bubble. "Oi, getting my lady and this wanker a refill. 'Ye coming? Want another drink Babes?" Rhett asked the two as Niall was already wandering toward the bar.

"Yes please" Y/n smiles as if she weren't asking Harry something filthy.

As Rhett was leading the way toward the bar, Harry's right hand took hold of her chin and positioned her till he had direct access to her lips. Smearing them together for as long as possible, he disconnects with a sinful smile. "Anything fo' you Petal" He swears before trailing Rhett.

Harry hadn't known what came over him. He didn't know what Y/n awakened inside of him- or if he was riding her high- but he felt like he was buzzed, despite not having a sip of alcohol since dinner.

"Fucking whipped the lot of 'ya" Niall had pipped over Harry's inner thoughts. "'Em girls have 'ya by the bullocks. Wrapped 'round their pretty little fingers! It'd be cute 't see if I had a missus for me-self. Instead 'ya making me sick" He jests as they wait for a bartenders attention.

Rhett and Harry chuckle at Niall's drunken grumble. "Nothings stopping 'ya from getting one here- even if it's just fo' a night" Rhett badgers. "'N 'ye weren't complaining when the lot of 'ya were dancing!"

Niall chuckles, his shoulder bouncing with his humor. "Was hoping the sway of me hips would draw in a lucky lady, but didn't have a lot of luck" He threw his head back.

"You would try a mating dance Horan" Rhett blows with a loud laugh.

In the midst of their laughter, a bartender came over and took their orders. Rhett had shouted their drinks before he was off behind the bar gathering everything. Little shoves from almost every direction made it a bit harder to breathe, especially when the music seemed loudest from the nearest corner. He knew Y/n would hate it over here, everything she disliked about a party was here. The crowd, conversations being yelled at one another, and the volume of the speakers. Harry couldn't blame her- not when he felt a slight throb at his temples while he tried to make out what Rhett and Niall were talking about.

"E'cuse me" A firm tap was on Harry's shoulder blade while the voice barely carried over the music.

Without a glance toward the tap, Harry went ahead and moved over. Trying his best to position himself so others behind him could get to the bar to place their own orders. At least they had a some manners- enough to say excuse me rather than just pushing him out of the way.

A laugh rings behind him before a hand is tugging his elbow. "No, I don't need to place an order," The voice giggles. She pulled till Harry faced her. Her chin was pointed up at him, she only reached Harry's chest, making it seem like she was smaller than she actually was. "Was saying excuse me so I could talk 't you" A warm smile told him.

"O-Oh okay- wait...what? Umm why?" Harry's dumbfounded expression was written all over his face.

But that didn't discourage the girl. Instead, the blonde with pearls around her throat and whitened smile giggles again. "Cause I thought y'er handsome...'m Daisy, maybe 'ye can buy me a drink 'n we can chat over there. 'S a bit loud" She offered, her hand traveling till she took Y/n's place on his bicep.

Harry doesn't know if it was his face or the situation that made the bloke beside him start howling in laughter. He doesn't know how long he stayed with this Daisy-girl's hand on his bicep just staring at her. All he knew was, he was not even the slightest bit interested. In fact, her touch made his once perking up cock completely flaccid.

"N-No thank you"

Daisy's eyes lit up- dipping down till they met his lips- while she squeezed his bicep. Why her hand was still on his arm- Harry had no clue. "Then let me buy you a drink" She offers, eyes unapologetically staring at Harry's lips.

"No thank you- I'm watching my girl t'night"

The blonde scoffed, keeping her hand a bit firmly on Harry's elbow. "Your tosser of a girlfriend needs a babysitter?" The question rung in his ears. "-Not all girls are like that 'ya know?" Her tone was as suggestive as her view on Harry's lips and fingers pressed into his arm.

Why was everyone calling his girl a bloody prude? Or insulting his girl in general?

Clearing his throat, Harry brushed her hands away from any part of his skin. Making a mental note to replace the traces of Daisy's touch with Y/n and hopeful more than just replacing them. "She's not a tosser! And 'm in more need of a babysitter than she is. She'a amazing, like she's got this real knack for telling people no while making 'em laugh in the same sentence. She's real patient too! Guess that's how she puts up wit' me sometimes- especially when 'm the one drunk" Words were fumbling out his mouth like a waterfall and his palms were slick with sweat. "She's aces at a lot, don't know how she puts up with me at all. Especially when she reads about the brooding type 'n all 'em books...'ye don't look like the reading type"

Harry had never spoken to anyone like this. And it didn't take a lot for his stomach to kinda drop at the tone he'd taken with her- even if Daisy had bothered him.

Daisy's face only pinched further- pure confusion laced across all her small features. "Yeah, cause 'm not" She confirms.

"That's a right shame," Harry confesses with a limp shrug. He'd twisted till Rhett's gleeful grin caught his attention.

By the way Rhett's eyes looked past him, he guessed that Daisy finally walked away. "Need'a work on 'ya face Harry," He chuckles, eyes now meeting Harry's. "You looked absolutely appalled that she came up 't 'ya. Like she came up 't 'ya and spit in 'ya face. Probably shattered the poor girls confidence" He laughs.

Well that wasn't the goal. He did say no, but she was a persistent little thing. The bit where it might've came across as Harry calling her unintelligent- that was solely his fault.

"Oh, I'll be sure 't work on it" He mutters- though he's fairly certain that he would forget about it in the morning. "Should've tried 't pass her off 't Niall" Harry shrugs as if that was a consolation prize.

The bartender had present the four drinks along with a tablet. Rhett smacked Harry's hand and slapped the side of his card on the reader. "Lemme get this round. The lot of 'em did me a favor" He pipes.

"Did I ever mention y'er my favorite" Niall smiles, grabbing his beer with a grin displaying his success.

"Remember that at the end of the night when I drag 'ye ass outta here. C'mon 'ye drunken leprechaun" Rhett shook his head before they gather the girl's drinks and walked back to their missus.

Their missus -who're hunched over in laughter, tears nearly falling from their eyes, and trying their best to gasp for air breath. Nobody but them knew what the hell they were laughing at. They didn't need to know. Instead, they just watched as they laughed longer with amused grins.

Harry presented her drink as he resumed his place behind her back. His right hand rubbing up her spine as she settled down and leaned back into his touch. Despite not finding anything particularly funny, the corner of his lips couldn't help but lift regardless. A soft thrum in his heart echoed throughout his system till his hand reached the curve from her hip to her bra strap.

It was back.

That light headed, fuzzy feeling that was stronger than the alcohol she'd been sipping. Y/n felt as if he was casting a spell on her, especially the more she wanted his hands on her. These filthy thoughts hummed in her brain as it got harder and harder to focus on anything but him.

"Oi, you c'mere" Libbie had demanded at Niall- who'd followed her in the direction to the bar.

Without missing a beat, Y/n twisted till the points of Harry's hips are pressed on the inside of her thighs. "What's y'er angle curly?" She tilts her head- mindlessly noting how much she missed seeing his beautiful gems and dashing dimples.

Harry's eyebrows crinkle but a smile betrays that curious dip. "Angle wit' what Darling?" He mused. Her eyes were glossed over with alcohol but her mind was working in wonders. If Harry hadn't seen nor handed Y/n every drink, he would've guessed she had a lot less than she actually did.

"Wit' me-" She licks her lips, her thighs pushing into the points of his hips. "-why're you being so lovey towards me hmm? Said it wasn't cos 'ye found out 'm a virgin. Is it because of 'em bastards talking? Or are 'ya looking fo' a blowie?" She questions with analytical eyes.

Immediately, a snort is scoffed through his nose just has he squeezes her hips. The tips of his fingers pushing into the soft covered skin- bits of him wishes his mark would be there permanently. "No Darling, not looking fo' anything," The tip of his right thumb directed the point of her chin upwards. Y/n's throat being stretched till their noses brush against one another. Despite the gentle hold, he could feel the wild patter of her pulse. "You've just got me wrapped 'round 'ye pretty little fingers. Can't keep me hands 't myself. Can't believe 'ye expect me too...especially wit' this greedy little pout 'n imploring eyes" He rasped thickly.

Y/n wanted to get the fuck out of there.

She wanted to take him by his tiny little wrist and pull him till she could ravish him in privacy. Because despite the lack of experience with sex, she was a possessive lover. Much too jealous to let anyone else see the beauty Harry surely was when he came. Surely, this had to be the possessive-obsessive love Killian Carson had for his Little Rabbit- it's the only way Y/n could make even the slightest bit sense of all these rampant feelings.

A deep, sinful chuckle ghosts the shell of her ear. Harry's lips were centimeters from the flesh. "What're you thinking 'bout Darling?" He begged in such a pretty voice- it was almost morally reprehensible.

The alcohol directed her but she refused to let it take Harry's hand off of her jawline. Her own fingers reached the strands at the nape of his neck and she drew him in closer. The length of his back acting as the only source of privacy in a very rowdy bar.

"'M thinking 'bout this slutty little waist thrusting into me Harry," She professed- not even recognizing the sultry tone she took. No amount of alcohol in the world could make her miss the carnal moan that Harry grunted. It was almost a growl. "Don't have 't be the only one wrapped 'round something Harry...can't believe 'ye expected me too ask fo' it...especially wit' y'er hands enticing me 'n sexual innuendos. Almost like 'ye know my mind can create the most descriptive daydreams of any implication"

Harry was both amused and so fucking desperate.

How was this little minx riling him up with words? How was his cock twitching along with the pulse of her heart as if she'd been touching him for hours? Was Y/n's ability drawn from the many books or was this solely her own void?

And why the fuck was Libbie and Niall coming back with a tray of little plastic cups of pink liquid?

"Oh Darling," His grip mindlessly tightened- but nothing to hurt her. No, nothing to even cause an indent in her skin. "Could cum on the spot just from 'ye talking 't me" He shamelessly groans.

Y/n loved, loved, loved this.

Till she caught the sight of Libbie and Niall's evil grins and purchase across a tray.

No. No, she hated this torture.

What was the easiest excuse for them to leave this bar? Would their friends notice they just left to tear off one another's clothes? Would Rhett be upset that Y/n and Harry wanted to call it a night? He would understand. Had he too, there were nights Y/n stayed out in the cold by herself just for Rhett and Niall alike to run off wit' a lass. So everyone would understand.

Right?

"Here we are!" Libbie smiles, the gold tinsel glistening under the lights in tandem with her gold dangly earrings. "Shooters fo' everyone! Bartender said they were called pink starbursts or somewhat! Didn't even charge me!" She cheers.

Everyone- including Rhett and Harry- had a plastic cup, half full with a softy baby pink. Harry could smell watermelon from the cup, seemingly like there wasn't any alcohol mixed in. But he's learned his lessons many times before. Just because it doesn't smell or taste like alcohol, doesn't mean there's no alcohol. Which makes it much more dangerous.

"Quick someone make a toast!" Lacey bounces with excitement.

"Here's 't love, here's 't honor, if 'ye can't cum-"

"No!"

Three of the six were cackling like little hyenas, meanwhile the other three were staring in disbelief. "'Ye know what, gimme that back" Libbie playfully reached for Rhett's cup. "Sick bastard, keep it in 'ya pants for a bit longer yeah? The nights still young!"

Oh no.

As if they could telepathically talk to one another, Harry looked at Y/n as she looked at him.

"C'mon, let's just stick to a simple cheers," Lacey gripes, lifting her cup in the air. "Cheers!" She directed.

Harry hated to admit, but the quick drink had actually done him both a favor and disservice. He felt a bit looser- not so tight and tensed as the night continued and new bars were explored. It was nice to be just a lad with his missus, surrounded with friends, and conversations that normally wouldn't take place without the assistance of alcohol.

But Harry's never claimed to be good at drinking. And although he wasn't swimming in the alcohol like pervious times, he could feel the warmth the alcohol provided and the bit of liquid courage that comes with it. Thus, the disservice came when it was impossible to will away the tent in his trousers.

And it seemed like Y/n just knew the struggle he was under. Especially when she'd finished yet another drink, pulled Harry toward the make-shift dance floor, and softly rocked her bum against him. It wasn't anything aggressive or insanely provocative, but it was enough for Harry to swallow down his whimpers.

Instead, Harry just suffered but enjoyed the night the best he could.

-

There was a mute throb underneath her eyes the next morning.

Her limbs felt restricted from soreness and unfeasibly heavy. All thoughts were still swimming around while her tongue was just a dry muscle in her mouth. Y/n so desperately needed a reset day.She had no idea how the hell Niall and Rhett did this on an almost weekly basis.

"Good morning," The deep and raspy voice startled her and awoken her in an unimaginable way. "How's 'ya head feeling? Legs hurt?" Harry questioned, clearing his throat but it still sat octaves lower than it normally did.

Wait, what?

Why would her legs hurt?

"What the fuck happened?" She mused, her eyes the only thing able to move as she tried to regain all function in her body.

Harry chuckles- and she immediately thinks of something sinful. "Gave Lacey 'n Libbie one hell of a hoot last night," He teases. Like he understood Y/n didn't want to move in the slightest, Harry twists till his large hand is pushing away the tangled hair at her neck and grabbing her thigh. In the midst of tugging her limb over his hip, she hisses at the slight ache that vibrated through her. "'M Sorry Love, do they still hurt?" He asks with a level of concern she'd never heard before.

Y/n's mind blanked. Still? She hadn't gotten blackout drunk, how could she not remember what -exactly- had made her hiss out in pain in the beginning. "What?" She repeated.

With a little tug, Harry situated her thigh so that the point of his hips weren't digging into the same spot that felt like a bruise was blossoming under. "Did 'ya drink that much 'ya don't remember?" He giggles, fingertips brushing ever so slightly on the surface of her thigh.

"I didn't think so, I mean I remember leaving the bars last night, vaguely remember a blonde going home wit' Niall, 'n Libbie doing her famous Irish goodbye," Y/n cleared her throat. She sounded like a smoker. "What am I forgetting? W-We umm did something?" She hinted.

"No Darling we didn't have sex," Harry smiles boyishly at her. "Tested me all night 'n got that hot little mouth on me on the ride over. But didn't want 'ya 't forget 'ya first time cos you were drunk" He hums softly, his thumb rubbing her flushed cheeks.

Y/n doesn't know if she's upset or appreciative of Harry's decision. And she assumed that's displayed on her face.

"What's this pout for?"

She shrugs, brushing her hands in his hair. It was almost unfair just how fluffy they still were and how they remain untangled in beautiful chestnut curls. "I really wanted too, curious about how it'll feel, 'n I trust you...but I understand why we didn't," She murmurs. Despite how shy she felt about this conversation, her eyes remained on Harry's- almost like she was searching for him to protest. "I dunno...probably best I do it wit' some kind of alcohol in me system though" Y/n shrugged once more.

Immediately, there's a knot in-between Harry's brows. "What? Why? 'Ye don't wanna remember y'er first time?" He almost pouts saying that out loud.

"That's not what I mean," She reassures. "I do wanna remember my first time- well unless I cum too quickly or something embarrassing, then I don't wanna remember any of it"

Harry's soft scoff exits his nose and warms her skin. "Dunno, might give me ego a good rub if 'm able 't make 'ya cum quickly" He taunts, fingers never ceasing their caress.

"Even more so not wanting 't remember it, don't need 'ya head getting any bigger" She teases without missing a beat.

"Heyyyy" He whines. "Then what's the reason 't have alcohol in 'ya system?" The question was so fragile, she felt ridiculous for the actual answer.

She was almost sheepish saying it out loud- unsure if it was an actual turn on like her books describes it to be. "I tried 't get off wit' a dildo once 'n it didn't fit," Y/n confesses. She could both see and hear Harry's suppressed gasp. "Libbie told me 't try it after a drink or two- something 'bout how it'll help loosen up the muscles 'n me mind. But I'll still remember it" She explains- such a casual shrug and tone despite the conversation they were having.

"I'm g'na cum"

"Right now!" Her exclamation was really meant to be a question.

"Maybe" He mindlessly admits. "W-Wait, why did you try wit' a dildo? 'N not like wit' 'ya fingers or somewhat?" The dent between his eyebrows never left. Instead, it was almost like it became deeper and deeper etched into the skin.

Y/n shrugs. "Had read a smutty scene 'n my fingers were tired" She shamelessly reveals.

"You're fucking amazing" The compliment flew off his lips in a vow. Harry inched closer, the point of his hips digging into that sore pressure point once more, and it seemed like that only excited her body again. "No longer need 'em fingers, can use me 't get off...any time 'ya need" He declares.

That riled her up to no end.

She could feel her nipples perk up and tingles zap through her lower belly. Y/n would have to test out that little oath of his. It would be nice for someone else to bring her over the edge. Even a part of her was curious what it was like to have someone else edge her, tease her, and be responsible for her orgasm.

Their lips were attached very briefly before her thoughts betrayed her once again. "Wait," She muttered. "If we didn't have sex, then why are my legs so bloody sore?" She questions, the etch between her brows mimicking Harry's.

Harry giggles. "I carried 'ya from the car 't 'ya room...had fallen asleep after a bit of a steamy snog in the back of the car- think the driver was trying not 't look but couldn't help himself. A few cars had honked at him" He recalls with a little exhaled laugh. "Suppose we did give him a bit of a show, but 'ye had grumbled something 'bout me squeezing 'ya legs too hard"

Y/n faintly remembers handing Harry her keys and then throwing her bra at him when he'd tossed her a shirt from her dresser. She was so sleepy, it felt like it was all a dream. "Did 'ya see my tits?" She lifted her eyebrow- wondering if the squawk was her dreamy state or Harry's reaction to her throwing off her shirt.

Which immediately caused him to clear his throat. "Y-Yeah I did. I didn't know you had taken off 'ya shirt let alone 'ya bra" He explains shyly.

"Were they nice?"

"Very"

-

Lacey had been the newest addition to the group.

She had joined them for their weekly study dates in the library pods, coffee runs, and even brought her own little twist on the routine that had-unknowingly- been established. Like when she'd brought little snacks for everyone to munch on while studying. Or convinced the girls to try a new coffee at the campus coffee bar. Even sharing her own interests that immediately caught everyone's attention. Like some magician she'd been a big fan of since her childhood- her and Libbie squeal in amazement every time they watch a new trick he's done. Niall had even gasped and gapped when he watched a couple videos himself. Lacey had mixed well with everyone- almost like she brought everyone in a balance. It wasn't just Y/n wanting to stay in or Niall wanting to hit up a pub.

And it was clear that Rhett was smitten for this. Wrapped around her pretty little fingers he was.

"Oi, where's our little Lacey at?" Libbie smiled as everyone was settling into the pod.

Rhett's cheeks flushed before a proud smile beamed over his lips. "She'll be here soon, had 't talk 't a professor before heading this way," He continued with a smile. "You lot enjoy her being 'round? Like actually? Not just doing it fo' my sake?" Rhett glanced between Libbie and Y/n.

This tickled the girls- it'd been awhile since Rhett showed this much effort and feelings toward a lass. The last time, she'd gone and fucked another dude, even gloated about it to her friends. It bruised the lad and he decided it was best to take a break from dating for a while. So it was amazing to see him dipping his toe back in the waters.

Y/n pushed her foot at his shin. "When have 'ye ever known of Libbie 'n I hanging 'round people we don't actually enjoy," She reassures through a light hearted tease. "She's great Rhett, compliments 'ye well. Don't sweat it Babe"

"Yeah, sweet as pie that one! I don't know who else can keep up wit' a drunk Y/n better than her!" Libbie giggles.

A boyish smile- one he tried to hide but failed- shines on his lips. "Okay...okay good," He nods happily. "'M g'na run 'n grab a coffee, be back in a tick"

Both girls sat there- a bit in silence- looking over their own agendas. Y/n was growing a bit overwhelmed with how demanding classes were starting to amp up. Typically she was aces at not spreading herself too thin- always having enough time to study or turn in assignments in advance. But that changed when her relationship with Harry became official. Not because of his doing, certainly not. It was because any time alone they had- whether this was under their tree at a party or in a bookstore- all she wanted to do was connect with him.

Sometimes she didn't need to be in a deep snog with Harry to get stuck up in her thoughts. Instead, the bugger plagued them without being in the same room as her. And Harry had the audacity to say he was wrapped around her little fingers- as if she wasn't wrapped around his the same way.

Libbie capped her pen and stared at Y/n till she returned the gaze. She stared. And stared some more. A lot more till Libbie cleared her throat with a strong hum. "Can I help you?" Y/n raised a brow, but continued writing down next week's hectic plans.

"Yes," She announced- very matter of factly. "I've been waiting for you 't break the news to me for days now and you haven't" She stated with an even tone.

Y/n returned her gaze then. "News?" She repeated. "Did Rhett tell 'ya? I told that little prat not 't say anything! Aish, he's g'na hear an earful when he comes back" Y/n grumbles, a sour frown over her lips.

Libbie was between gutted and shocked. "How in the bleeding fuck can 'ya tell Rhett befo' me! That's like committing treason! No! That's like betrayal 'n treason!" The blonde shook her head and threw her pen down in a dramatic huff.

"Cos it was suppose 't be a surprise"

"That's the worst surprise ever!" Libbie fought back.

Surely, they weren't talking about the same thing. If so, that stung more than Y/n would admit. "Wait, what do you think I told Rhett?" Y/n was beyond confused.

"That 'ye 'n Harry finally fucked!" She heaved.

"Definitely lost in translation," Y/n laughs to herself. "We're not on the same page Libs. Especially since that hasn't happened yet"

Surprisingly, this made the blonde pout even further. "How! The lad was rubbing against 'ya like a puppy in heat! 'N you gave him fuck me eyes! How did he not take the chance!" It amused Y/n more and more when her friend always found out that Y/n had yet to be deflowered. Sometimes Libbie cared about it more than Y/n did. But this time, Y/n could definitely understand her frustrations.

Hell, she was still feeling the same frustration as if Harry's hands were on her this second.

"'Cos I was drunk...'n he's an absolute gentlemen," She laughs. "Makes me wanna shag him more, but it wasn't our time yet" Y/n shrugs.

Libbie scoffed, still in disbelief that after all of Saturday night- all the touching, kisses, and desperation, it hadn't changed a thing. Well besides Harry getting an eye full of her tits. (Which- in hindsight- Y/n was thankful for since that seemed to draw out something from him. He'd been more attentive to them; and she couldn't ever express her gratitude for that)

Before Libbie could continue her huffing and puffing, she stops and tilts her head. "What did you think Rhett told me?" She explored almost like she was experiencing whiplash in real time.

"That I had gotten tickets 't see that magician in the next village over...so hopefully 'ye 'n Lacey are free this weekend"

"Shut the fuck up" Libbie gasps.

"Still wanna talk about my virginity?"

"Not in the slightest"

So they hadn't. They prattled on and on about their weekend adventure into the next village over. Libbie was shocked she was able to even grab tickets- they had sold out by the time she'd gotten into the sale window. Y/n admitted that she'd skipped her lecture and had been log into three different devices- all with different emails- to better her chances.

Who knew a magician would've have the demand like he was a real movie star or the biggest band on the planet! ;)

By the time Libbie had booked their stay at a local hotel, Lacey had joined with a wide smile and red bitten nose. "Just the lovely ladies I wanted 't see!" She cheers, sitting herself in the seat Rhett had taken perviously. "Are you guys busy Sunday?" She questions, almost bouncing in her seat.

"We'll all be busy Sunday!" Libbie pipes.

Lacey's eyebrows scrunched, immediately looking to Y/n to help her connect the missing pieces. "If y'er busy or already have plans, don't feel obligated 't change 'em- but I got us all ticket's 't see that magician 'ye like so much" Y/n giggles, being met with a similar- if not bigger- reaction.

Her mouth was wide open as she looked like a fish out of water. "What! Are you serious? How the actual fuck did 'ya get tickets!" Lacey was beyond flabbergasted. Her wild eyes looked between the two ladies- almost like Libbie's equally as excited reaction was validation. "Y'er serious-" The question immediately made Y/n nod before turning her phone screen to display the three tickets. Lacey raced to Y/n side of the table, throwing her arms around her neck in a tightening hug. "Oh my- y'er serious! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I could fucking kiss you, Y/n!"

"Oi! That's my girlfriend!"

"Harry!- Please don't stop on our account, continue as if we weren't here"

"Those are our girlfriends 'ya wank"

"Then it doesn't count as cheating!' Niall exclaims.

In the mist of daggers being thrown at the lad, Harry slips between Lacey and Y/n- placing a to-go cup in front of her- and grabs at her waist. A protective squeeze turned into a possessive re-angling of Y/n's attention to him and only him. And an actual re-angling, as in Harry took it upon himself to turn Y/n's office chair to his chest and nuzzle himself between her thighs.

Y/n could feel a sinful hunger course through her- wishing and willing to plead Harry to remind her of the soreness in her thighs.

Luckily Lacey was a good sport about it and couldn't read Y/n's mind. Instead, she giggles and rejoins Rhett's side. "You can have her now Styles...just know it's my bed she'll be in this weekend" She winks.

"Am I invited?"

"For fucks sake Niall, go somewhere else" Rhett growls.

Despite the sour mood etched into Harry and Rhett's foreheads, it didn't stop them from joining the table. It did make them keep a possessive hand on the lasses thighs though.

But of course, Harry had to take it a step further. His hand was over the expansion of Y/n's thigh- fingertips squeezing the muscle, overwhelming her with a ticklish and tempting feeling. However, he needed more. Harry was desperate for more, like the weight of Y/n's body against his, her warmth and smell encompassing him whole, and taking up Harry's whole lap.

Goodness, he needed it.

Unfortunately, he settled with her legs thrown in his lap. His itching hands able to rub up and down the length of them.

"You told 'em?" Rhett smiles in Y/n direction- his hold on Lacey looking a bit similar just far less possessive.

Y/n nodded as she took in the never fading grin on Libbie and Lacey's faces. "Yeah, Libs 'n I just finished booking the hotel. We'll be outta here Friday after lectures" She explains.

Harry's hand squeezed harder at her leg. "Where're 'ya going?" He pouts, ignoring the other eyes surrounding them.

Before Y/n utters even a breath, Libbie and Lacey gushed in excitement over the weekend plans. It made Lacey's earlier comment about Y/n make sense- which only deepened Harry's pout- while he just watched them squeal, even Rhett was happily listening to them prattle on and on about the event.

"Well next weekend- the lot of 'ya are booked!" Lacey grins. "'M hosting everyone! Will have drinks 'n food galore! I even found a recipe 't make those cherry limeade drinks we were talking 'bout!" She points the last bit toward Y/n and Libbie.

More was being said, but Harry's ears stopped functioning. The lad's fingers went from squeezing to rubbing the seams of Y/n's trousers. Despite his attempts, the fabric wasn't nearly as grounding as he needed it to be. Harry guesses Y/n isn't the only one who gets lost in their thoughts. He tried to stop the spiral before it started, it just wasn't working.

Laughter had bubbled from Y/n chest- still not piercing through Harry's deafness- before she smiled at Lacey. "Sounds like a lot of fun...it'll be nice 't be a guest fo' once! Since nobody likes 't invite me over" She taunts, quick glances at Rhett, Niall, and Libbie.

A pink color floated over the apple of Lacey's cheeks. "Oi! The lot of 'ya are terrible hosts if 'ya can't invite the life of the party!" She scolds.

Which only set the three into a tizzy.

"The hermit doesn't like leaving her bloody house!" Libbie had gasped over Niall.

"Have 't barge my way into her own house!" Niall pouts.

Even Rhett had muttered something about Y/n not being the life of the party on a daily basis. Everything they had started to spew out landed on another pair of deaf ear as Y/n reached into her book bag. "Any-who! 'M off 't the library, gotta return this before Ms. Clark hunts me down...C'mon Harry" Y/n had taken her legs off his lap and began walking toward the library.

Finally, she had his attention.

When they had entered the library, Y/n was quick to throw the book in a return pile. Before she had the chance to turn to Harry, he already had her by the hand. Softly pulling at her to the familiar paleontology section. And she didn't bother to fight his tugs or try to redirect them.

"What's wr-"

Y/n couldn't finish her thought, not when there were two familiar figures pressing into each other on the book shelf in front of them. Harry cleared his throat as her startled squeal echos over their wet lip lock. "Harry!" Angela gasps, softly pushing Trent away from her. "What're you doing here?" She inhales sharply.

"Looking fo' a book," He grumbles an octave lower. "Piss off the both of 'ya" He demanded.

Although Angela would've had no problem following his command, Trent couldn't help the smug smirk spreading evilly on his face. "Trynna crack 'ya prude of a girlfriend, Styles? Don't know if fucking a virgin behind a bookshelf would be as romantic as you believe, but please be my guest" He sneers, his eyes glancing over to Y/n.

Oh the fucker was still seething about that?

"Listen here 'ya twat-"

"Say that again Trent, I dare you" Harry had growled as he took a threatening step closer to Trent. "Oh don't have the balls 't say anything anymore-" He mocked wickedly. "Now piss off...'m not g'na say it again" His voice was venomous while his eyes pinned Trent still.

Everything had equally shut her up and made her thighs squeeze together.

'What in the bleeding fuck had gotten into Harry?' She thought before shamelessly admitting to herself that it was very arousing hearing the commands fall from his lips.

What the bleeding fuck was wrong with her?

If it weren't for Angela pulling at Trent's arm, they might still be facing one another off. Luckily for Trent, Angela was a bit more sensible than she led on. "And Trent?" Harry called, looking over his shoulder before they both left the section. "Say something 'bout Y/n again, 'n you'll fucking regret it" He rumbles.

Angela took the silence as an answer and continued pulling Trent away from Harry.

As they stood in the isle alone, Harry turned his undivided attention to Y/n. Who was staring owlishly at him- like he'd shown her the magic and creatures that litter her books. Like he'd become one of those badass mafia members she'd read about. Or like he'd taken note of a character in a dark romance they had just started reading a few nights ago.

"That was very Legacy of Gods, of you" Y/n stated with raised eyebrows.

Harry didn't offer her a response. Rather than speaking a single word, he shrugs with a dark pink color on his cheeks and stuffed himself in her chest. His button nose tucked into the junction where her neck and collarbones meet, eyes shut in a moment of bliss, and his lengthy body encompassing her whole.

Whiplash.

Whip. Lash.

Whip-fucking-lash

This man cuddled into her chest- like he didn't just growl at that twat- was giving her the best case of whiplash. It wasn't just a black and white case either. It was all colors in the universe. The bite in his tone was something she's never heard on him before, but the lad who' is stuffed in her chest was Harry.

Her Harry.

"Button," Her voice softly croaked after she gave him a few more moments to collect himself. Or maybe it was really a moment for her. "Need'a see those gems, Button" She whispered, rubbing the full length of his back.

Reluctantly, Harry peeked out from his hiding spot. Y/n couldn't help herself. She place both of her palms on the warmth of his cheeks and just smiled at him.

"Y'er really hot when you curse" It flew out of her mouth without a second thought. And she'd revel in the new heat in his cheeks. "If I weren't a prude virgin, I would let 'ya fuck me against the bookshelf. Honestly, still not opposed to the idea" All these thoughts and words were just falling out of her mouth.

Harry's eyes dropped to her lips like he was debating on if he could convince her to let him. But something else was eating him alive. "Y'er not a prude or controlling or anything those twats wanna call you" He spit harshly, his chest tightening painfully.

Y/n's eyebrows immediately crunch, but she welcomed the tightening squeeze of Harry's hands. It grounded her, like he knew she wanted anything to remind her that this was really happening. "Harry? Where's this coming from?" She asks barely above a whisper.

The corner of his jawline popped and she could notice his eyes flick off to the side. Not far enough where it makes it obvious he's not looking at her. No, it was much more calculated than that. It was like Harry wanted her to believe he was looking directly at her, but instead he was looking around her.

A tense silence stilled them for a bit till Harry let go of a long breath. "Just been thinking 'bout how 'ye said you didn't wanna push us into having sex, because you think y'er pushy," He confessed. It was clear as day just how lost in thought he was. And Y/n wanted to drink up every single thought he had. "Then when 'ya told me 'bout those prats calling you controlling because I wanted 't leave wit' you instead of being at a party or whatnot. 'N then everyone grumbling 'bout 'ye being a virgin! It's fucking ridiculous!"

"Who else knows 'm a virgin?" She mumbles mindlessly.

"Y/n" Harry's voice was begging her. "'S not 'bout you being a virgin! 'S 'bout me not having a backbone 't stand up fo' you! I'm the prude! I'm the passive bastard! I don't blame you fo' not wanting 't get into bed wit' me! Hell, I wouldn't even kiss-"

Whatever else he had to say, Y/n wasn't hearing any of it. No, not a single thing. And she certainly wasn't going to let him continue beating himself up in front of her.

So she shut him up the only way that she knows how.

By slamming her lips against his and grasping onto him for dear life. By letting her tongue sooth over his bottom lip- before convincing him to open up those pretty, puffy lips. By taking a note out of his book and slipping their legs till she's straddling his thigh and squeezing her core against the firm muscle. If this was a romp in the library, she would grind herself against his thigh.

But it wasn't, perhaps a different time.

Y/n captured his lips one more time after giving him a second to collect a breath. The last kiss ended with her front teeth nibbling into his bottom lip before she broke to see his wetted pout.

A fucking wet dream this man was.

"Y'er none of those things Harry," She swears, unbothered to clear her throat. "Sure, it would've stung a little had you not stuck up fo' me right then wit' Trent, but you did. And you did fucking amazing" She praised, pushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Her praise and kiss only got a deeper pout from Harry. So, she peppered at the skin she could reach in soft, feather-like kisses. Ending with one long kiss to his soft lips.

When they parted a bit, a soft smile- only Harry can pull out of her- spread on her lips. "You're selling yourself way too short Harry. Y'er learning how 't work that 'nonexistent backbone'-" She put in air-quotes. "-nothing wrong wit' learning 'ya boundaries, everyone has to learn somewhere. I was shite at putting them up myself...as fo' not getting 'ya in me bed, well I would shag 'ya right here if I could. But there's nothing wrong with waiting. I mean fuck, I've waited all these years. What's a little bit longer?" She smiles softly, thumbs soothing the expansion of his reddening cheeks.

"I-I just feel silly fo' not sticking up fo' 'ya sooner" Harry whispers like it was a secret.

A wider smile and seed of warmth- innocent warmth- spread in her tummy. "Nothing 't worry 'ya pretty little head 'bout my Love," The nickname fell off her lips effortlessly. "'M sure you'll have many more opportunities 't redeem yourself since you leave a long list of broken hearts" Y/n teases, rubbing their noses together.

Harry giggled. And not a pouty or half-hearted giggle. She could feel the tummy-felt-giggle against her own torso. "Would you have told me if 'ye were upset that I didn't stand up fo' you?" He questioned.

"Have you known me 't bite my tongue?" She retorted playfully. Harry shook his head, a few hairs falling onto his forehead. "Thank you for telling me what was eating at you Button...'n for the record, I most definitely want 'ya in me sheets. 'Ya just a proper bastard" She taunts.

Y/n was awarded another giggle. One that warmed her skin and further bloomed the heat in her tummy. "I'll make it worth the wait," He swore, lips getting closer to her ear. "I'll have 'ya cumming from my fingers 'n mouth before I even get 'ya on my cock" Harry vowed, kissing the shell of her ear.

Fuck.

The whiplash was back and it had a friend.

"I'll hold 'ya to it Harry" She seductively noted, pulling at his hair. Thankfully earning a grunt in response.

"Too bad 'ya leaving me this weekend...could've introduced 'ya 't me fingers and mouth," He offered, tightening that electric coil in her lower belly. "Could've spent the whole weekend tasting you, I would've done anything 't make up being a passive bastard before. Could've been chewing over 'ya pretty little tits in between making you cum on my mouth...but y'er leaving me 't see some magician"

Oh the twit was teasing her!

Point for Harry.

Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted to give her ticket to Niall. But Lacey and Libbie were excited for a girls trip. And Y/n has a hunch he understood that much.

Still didn't stop her from rolling her hips against his thigh. "Maybe I would've let you ride my thigh, looks like y'er gagging fo' me thigh" He purrs, pushing his leg up further.

An electric shock traveled from her clit to that coil in her tummy. Y/n was on her toes from the shift, making it harder to roll her hips. Again, she had a feeling that's what Harry wanted.

"No more dark romance books fo' you" Y/n grumbled irate. She's thankful she'd opted for jean trousers today, anything else and she's sure she would've soaked through onto Harry's jean clad thigh. But she wouldn't have minded him walking around with a wet patch on his thigh.

Noted for next time.

Harry's lips demanded her attention. Giving her a nip for paying attention to something else that wasn't him. At least he thought. "Oh Darling- this isn't from a little book. It's just my un-sedated appetite 't feel how wet 'ya get fo' me. Little witch you are, haven't wanted anything but you since I walked into y'er little oasis" He testified.

She could fucking cum- no stimulation needed. And she'd blame it all on being a virgin. Whether that was true or not, it made her feel better for being so touch deprived.

"I'm still going on this trip" She sputtered, literally nothing else coming to mind.

Which just made Harry laugh. Even in his kisses traveling up her neck to her lips, he giggled and savored each kiss. "Y'er fucking amazing, Darling," He hums. "Just know when you get back, y'er mine"

"Will you help me pack and unpack?" She questions.

"Yes"

"Good, 'm dick all at packing," She sighs in relief. "Maybe 'ye can continue 't convince me 't stay, but till then, tell me who else knows 'm a blood virgin!"

-

Y/n should've known Harry wouldn't be all too helpful helping her pack. That was very clear the moment she'd opened the door for him. Despite his cheery hello and Bourbon seeking the upmost pets he could possibly get, Harry had her lips any and every chance he could get them.

Whether this meant turning her around and pushing her against the washer as she did a load of laundry. Or it was after snooping through the few folded items she had stuffed in a duffle bag. Apparently, Y/n had a few undergarments that caught Harry's attention, his eyes imploring what she would look like in them.

"T'is isn't fo' Lacey is it?" Y/n's baby-pink lace bra was dangling from his fingers while a pout took his bottom lip. "If it is, I think I should at least see 'ya in it first!" Harry grumbles.

Y/n gave him a pointed look but the corner of her lips were turned upward. "It's not for Lacey. It's for Libbie. The matching knickers are fo' Lacey" She jabs, sifting through another load of laundry.

It had been awhile since she did more than a few items she needed.

"Oi, what's fo' me then?" Harry mopes. "Can't leave me out 't dry Babe" He continued to tease.

At least Y/n believed he was teasing. She couldn't be too sure after the little episode in the library. "You'll find out once 'ye actually help me pack!" Y/n threw a balled up shirt at him. "C'mere 'n sort through that half. Anything that looks good for the weekend, 'ye can put in between us" She directed.

Harry sat on the other side of the bed, lifting each item with examining eyes, before he began folding it. After a few items, Y/n noticed he hadn't put anything between them. Perhaps she had shit taste in clothes- at least that's what she thought before Harry folded up a perfect shirt to grab dinner in and continued to put it in the other pile.

Oblivious to her mental note, Harry continued as if she wasn't paying attention. When his pile of clothes sat folded, he finally met her gaze. "Don't have anything 't wear...looks like 'ye have 't stay this weekend" He smiles brightly.

"I don't know why I even asked fo' 'ya help" She giggled, picking up a few of her own piles and began putting them away.

"Heyyyy," His nose scrunched. "'M just teasin' 'ya....I actually helped, look-" Harry then grabbed a handful of shirts, presenting them to her, before pointing at each one. "-This wit' y'er favorite jeans, then this one if 'ya wanna be comfy but cute, this can be the outfit 'ya wear 't the event, 'n then this if the lot of 'ya go out or somewhat" He described.

In the midst of explaining the outfits, Y/n walked over and stood beside him. A cheek eating grin spread over her face. "Thank you Button," She pushed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Looks like 'm all packed" Y/n announced, stuffing her duffle bag of the folded clothes and trousers to go with the shirts.

Despite their teasing, they cuddled on the couch. Harry explaining that Niall was dragging Rhett and himself out while the ladies were out of town. An episode of Kitchen Nightmares echoed in the background- neither of them paying any mind to it- as they talked about their weekend. "Guess you 'n Rhett took my spot of being dragged into town" She smiles, laying on Harry chest as his back mushed into the couch cushions.

Harry's hands were petting at her hair and back when a soft grin pulled at his lips. "You sure 'ye can't take him wit' you guys?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "He can be 'ya driver or whatnot, just don't leave him unsupervised wit' Rhett 'n I"

Giggling, Y/n shook her head as her chin rested on the back of her hand that was against Harry's sternum. "You really want Niall wit' us? After he encouraged Lacey 't kiss me 'n whatnot?" Y/n was learning fairly quickly that Harry had a bit of a jealous streak in him.

And she absolutely loved it.

The lad under her looks off to the side. His features screamed indecisiveness the more his brows pulled together. "No-" He fusses. "Think it should be against the rules fo' you 't leave wit' out me...especially at Niall 'n Rhett's mercy. That's so cruel" Harry winces, hands squeezing before going back to their soothing motions.

"What rules?"

Harry kisses his teeth. "Our rules, 'ya know the boundaries of our relationship or whatever 'ye liked 't call it!" He gripes in the performance of his life.

Y/n laughed hard, nearly bouncing on his torso at his little act. "That's the quickest road 't divorce Harry" She nudges.

"Since when were we married!"

"Oh so you don't wanna marry me?"

His mouth opens but closes when another thought seemed to cross his mind. "There's no winning answer 't that question Bug," He reveals with analytical eyes. "If I get 'ya a ring befo' tomorrow, does that mean you won't leave me wit' Niall?"

She laughed hardest at this. "No!" Y/n sequels. "Think of it as a break! Like 'm a parent and need 't leave the kiddos for a quick getaway. I'll be back befo' you know it. 'N then we can continue reading our book" She promises, fingers brushing the falling curls off of his forehead.

"Am I y'er husband or y'er kid?" Harry gasps.

"There's no winning answer 't that Bug" Y/n mimicked his accent before snickering.

In an offended gasp, Harry didn't think twice as he swatted at her bum. Regardless of her giggles- clearly pleased with herself- Harry felt her thighs clench and her fists grabbing his shirt. "Ya know what, fine! Go on y'er trip! Guess I'll just be here, waiting fo' 'ya, like a nagging housewife" He gripes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n was in a heap of giggles. It made it harder for her to push herself upward, legs straddling Harry's hips, as he laid under in a pout. "Just make sure dinners ready when I come back" She poked.

Harry's mouth dropped and that made her throw her head back as a loud cackle escaped. And Harry watched- in his own amusement and admiration- watched her giggle till she was holding her tummy. Y/n was so carefree and receptive to his attention- it drove him mad and determined to continue at the same time. Again, it was that high she always provided. And laying under her was him taking hit after hit.

"Oi, why're you looking at me like that?" Her blood colored the skin of her cheeks. She suddenly felt shy- bum resting above his crotch and hands grabbing onto his t-shirt- all while under his appreciative gaze.

Both of his hands reached out till his palms were flushed with her hips. His left hand traveled to her lower back- providing a bit of pressure till their chest to chest. "Just thinking 'bout what 'm g'na make fo' dinner when 'ya get back," He taunts, rubbing their noses together. "Jokes aside, have fun 'n be safe yeah?"

The words were hot on her lips. His squeezing, her proximity, and their intense stare made them mad. Y/n doesn't know if it was her that leans in first or if it was Harry. Or quite possibly just the gravity of desire that tugged them together at once. Like two magnets colliding as their lips weaved together.

His right hand clasped over her hip for a long pause- like he was trying to ground himself into believing this was really happening. While his left hand cradled her neck, she felt the burning trail his right hand was creating on the journey to grasp her bum. It was rougher than she'd anticipated but she loved it all the same. Regardless of the gasp that flew from her lips.

Y/n's hands gathered more of Harry's t-shirt till the end of it was raveled in her palms and his scorching hot skin was against her's.

In a wet gasp, Y/n broke the wet lip lock and stared at Harry. "W-What? Did I go too far?" Harry questioned, tone dripping in concern.

"When was the last time you came?"

The question was in front of the both of them. Y/n's eyes looking a bit determined while Harry's was confused and a bit bashful. "What?" He shook his head.

"When was the last time you had sex? Or like touched y'er self?" She asked again.

Heat still colored Harry's cheeks despite her wondering about the answer. "I-I don't know...umm haven't had sex since before I found 'ya at the party, why?" He crunched his brows.

"But you've touched y'er self since then right?"

Bloody hell these questions were eating him alive. Harry didn't know he could flush this much at questions and not because of the pretty little lass grinding against his clothed cock.

Harry cleared his throat. "Umm not really, I mean like I had too after we went out that one weekend," He stutters, confused if that's what she wanted to hear or if maybe he should've kept that to himself. "A handy isn't really fun when you've got someone else in mind...it's a bit lonely 'n I'd rather wait fo' you" He shrugs shyly.

Y/n shook her head. "I wanna suck on you" She admitted, lifting to her straddling position once more.

This girl was driving him mad; in a good way and bad way. Obviously it was good when they had little moments like this. But he felt like a bloody teenager with how fast he's sure to bust in his pants. "Just because 'm hard doesn't mean you have too. I can will it away- just gets harder to when I've got 'ya rubbing me through me trousers"

Truth be told, that wasn't why Y/n wanted too. Y/n wanted to please him even before last week happened. She just didn't want to be pushy. "I've been wanting to for a while actually...just didn't wanna push you into it. 'N well this was what I was hinting at earlier if you helped me pack" She shrugs.

"Oh"

"Why do you always say it like that?" She groans.

Harry giggles. "Give me a break Darling! 'M trying not 't bust in my pants!" He pests.

"No, want you 't cum in my mouth"

"Fuck that's not helping, Y/n" It was a bit strained as he said it. Y/n couldn't tell if that was because of her lewd statement or maybe her hips shifting over his cock.

"Have I ever told 'ya-" She cleared her throat a bit. "Y'er fucking hot when you swear" Her lips pressed into the bobbling skin at his throat.

If her lips weren't attached to the skin, then she would've missed the little whimper vibrating underneath. "M-Maybe once or twice" Harry sighs. "D-Don't feel forced 't do this because I was whining yesterday or t'day. Was just teasing 'ya. Really, do want 'ya 't go 'n have fun" He spits in a cluster of swallows and gripping for mercy.

Y/n hummed as her lips let go of a patch of skin she'd captured at his collarbones. Not sucking hard enough to leave a mark- though she really wanted too. "I don't feel forced or obligated in any way Harry," She promises, lifting to look at his emerald gems. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she caught his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. "I'm doing this because I want you 't teach me how 't suck y'er cock. I wanna learn how to please you better than anyone else can"

"Fuck me" Harry pleaded, eyes shutting for a blissful second. "You sure?" This was the last opportunity she would get- especially if Harry was suppose to direct her. It was the last opportunity before he started throwing directions.

"Yes, now teach me"

"Bossy one," Harry smiles. "C'mere Darling, whenever y'er ready, put those pretty red lips on my neck 'n at y'er pace go down...want you to leave me some pretty little marks so I can look at 'em and touch 'em while y'er gone"

As directed, Y/n reattached their lips. Harry took every single kiss she offered to him before she eventually started to kiss at his jawline. Like she'd done before, her lips wrapped around a patch of skin- Harry stretching his head backward to give her more room to do as she pleased.

Under her lashes, she could see a bit of stubble growing at Harry's jawline. Mindlessly did she wonder how they would scratch at her soft inner thighs if he were to return the favor one day. She sucked harder on the skin at the thought and sight of Harry's sharp jawline.

Luckily her efforts rewarded her with a strained groan. The same groan only intensified when she sucked on the corner of his jawline just below his ear. Two pretty red marks were there, but this wasn't enough for Harry.

And Y/n wasn't done in the slightest.

Her lips wanted to color the swallows on his collarbones, the swell of his pecks, and the v-line that directed her further down. Her right hand swiped at the red mark she'd just left on his left peck- pressing into it a bit- while also petting at his nipple.

"Oh my fuck" Harry puffed like he was trying desperately to suppress that one specific groan. "Looks like 'm learning wit' you" He chuckles for it to be cut off in a moan. An actual moan that made his abdomen clench.

"What d'ya mean?" She tilted her head.

"Had no idea you touching my nipples would've felt that good, nobody has touched them before, I guess"

"What a shame," Y/n softly mocks, kissing at the perky skin. "They missed a heavenly sight, look fucked thoroughly 'n I haven't even got 'ya in my mouth" She smiles in victory.

Harry chuckles again as she lowers closer to his pant button. "Y'er mouth might not been on my cock yet-" The way he spoke was edging her own arousal. "-But those perfect tits keeping rubbing against my crotch" He sighs softly.

"Not opposed to fucking 'em one day are you?" Y/n asked genuinely. "Read it in a book once 'n I liked the thought of you cumming on them" She admits with her fingers undoing the button and zipper of his trousers.

"Darling-" That one word was choked out despite his teeth clenching a bit harder. "I'll cum on whatever you want me too, it'll even be in my pants if you keep saying things like that"

Y/n felt like all she was doing was giggling, but she couldn't help herself. It felt bloody terrific knowing that she was giving Harry a challenge. It was better than him immediately going soft at the sound of her voice or something. "Okay, okay 'm sorry," She blushes. "C-Can I take off 'ya pants now?" Her eyes were wide with wonder.

Harry stood corrected.

He didn't need her to say vulgar stuff to fill his pants with cum. No, her wide and eager eyes edged him even further to creaming his underwear. "Yes Petal, go ahead 'n take 'em off fo' me" He directed.

If his voice got even huskier when Y/n got her mouth on him- he wouldn't be the only one cumming. At least at that point her mouth would've already been on him and he didn't cum with no stimulation like she would've.

With her fingers dipping into the waist band of his trousers, Harry aided her by lifting his hips effortlessly. It was a bit cumbersome taking off his pants, but she was rewarded with Harry's large sigh of relief and wet patch on his grey boxers. She hadn't realized her movements till her fingers were already tracing over the length of his cock. When she'd reached the wet patch, Y/n experimented by spreading her fingertips over the head.

Almost like she was tracing the outline and detail's of Harry's tip through the boxers. The wetness made her fingers sticky but glide that much easier. So much easier that the tip slid between her middle and ring finger- both fingers squeezed the head till more pre-cum pooled.

The hiss like groan Harry expressed made her hand retract and her eyes grow in worry. "T-That was a good noise...a bloody good noise I promise," Harry bites out, eyes finding hers while his heart screamed and softened. He chest lifted and fell a few times when his hand found the one resting on his tiger tattoo. "Whenever you're ready...can take it out. Experiment a bit- but be careful wit' your teeth" He coached with a delicate voice.

Y/n repeated his word to herself a few times over before her curiosity directed her free hand to his boxers. Her heart was beating wildly and ferociously, she wondered if Harry could feel it even in her fingertips. Like before, Harry lifted his hips the more she tugged his boxers off. As Harry's cook was given the freedom, Y/n jumped a bit as it sprung upward, hits his lower tummy, and rested on the junction of his left thigh.

And Harry was fucking huge.

"Do you want 't stop?" Harry questions, noting how wide her eyes were. His tummy twisted, perhaps she was having second thoughts? Or maybe he was intimidating her.

"No!" She squeaks. Her cheeks flushed their bright color and her palms are immediately clammy. "That was aggressive sorry...just wanna taste 'ya 'n choke on 'ya" Y/n had tilted her head as all these omissions fell from her lips.

That once shyness she always carried around was gone for the moment. Her brain has never felt so at ease and completely quiet. Not even reading her books or revisiting the books closest to her heart had quieted her mind this much. The once loud with anxieties and stresses domain was silent- the only thing echoing was Harry's encouragement.

"Then have a taste Darling," He begged, clearing his throat for half a second. "Can get y'er hand wet however you please...it'll help make the movements easier. Uh-Can I...Can I put my hand in her hair?"

"Yes please"

Y/n didn't know that his large palm at the back of her neck- where her hairline started- would be equally as grounding as it was exciting. "Think you'll be able to feel the tip of your cock at the back of my throat wit' y'er hand?" The question hadn't even finished formulating in her mind before it was between them.

"I-I dunno Petal...why?"

"Read it in a book"

"Of course 'ye did" He blew out. "Can't do this- hold on c'mere" Harry sighed stressfully, not giving Y/n another second to protest before he rearranged their position.

Rather than lying on his back with her between his legs- one flopped over the edge of the couch- Harry had sat up. His back now flushed against the back cushion. His knees pointed in opposite directions as Y/n took the space between them. Somehow, his hand hadn't let go of her neck and his cock laid- neglected- still in the junction of his hip and thigh.

"Does this position feel better?" She tilted her head, her cheek lying against the smooth and hot expansion of his thigh.

Harry nodded, his torso and throat speckled in love bites. "Y-Yes, hoping I won't bust so fast in this position" He laughed.

Without another word, Y/n reached till her palm was flushed with the shaft. The undeniable heat on his skin made her ring and pinkie finger flex in a little squeeze over Harry's prick. Her left hand that Harry hadn't let go mimicked the squeeze while his eyes didn't flicker away from hers.

Y/n didn't have any expectations- but it didn't stop her from staring amazed at the feeling of him in her hand. Harry was hard beyond belief, but still had a softness about him. Not that Y/n was an expert on pricks, but she didn't know how a prick could be so unbelievably hard but the ruddy tip still be soft. And when Harry's cock had lifted effortlessly and slapped against his lower abdomen. Y/n was astonished with the weight of his cock. It was heavy. nothing she could've imagined.

Harry's low rumble brought her attention to his smile. The tip of his cock and the plush of his lips nearly the same color- Y/n wonders if that's because of his teeth terrorizing the skin of his lips. "Is it a good enough cock fo' you Darling?" His voice dropped even lower.

"Yes" She answered truthfully.

A bright smile beamed at her. "G'na have 't spend a day or two stretching you so I'll fit...but 'm sure you'll be able 't handle it. Won't you Darling?"

"Yes"

Y/n was a broken record. She didn't care what Harry had to do, she would let him do anything if it met he'd be able to fit in her. Whether that was her mouth or her cunt.

"'M g'na suck you now" She announced, finally noticing that she was a breath away from the tip.

"Whenever y'er ready Petal"

With her hand still resting at the base of the shaft, Y/n's warm breath swarmed the tip before her wet muscle flicked across. A salty and heady taste made her tastebuds tingle when a second later her tongue was swiping in need of more.

Harry's breath was equally as caught-as it was choking his throat-as his mouth hung open staring at the beauty between his thighs. The display of her greedily lapping at the head while her little hand surrounded the base of his cock was nothing he's seen before. It was almost like Harry couldn't recognize his Darling Y/n. Not when she was inching his cock deeper and deeper in her mouth.

She hadn't processed that she'd suckled her way down till about half way. But she was reminded once the tip of his prick met the resistance at the curve of her throat. Having the spongy tip press a few times at her throat made an unexpected and throaty moan vibrate onto his shaft.

Luckily, Y/n wasn't the only one moaning. Harry's own weren't that far behind as he relished in not only her mouth but the reverberations of her pleasurable whines. "Oh my fuck!" His gasp was wrecked out of his throat- the pretty love bites bobbing with his challenges. "T-Twist y'er hand i-in cadence with y'er- oh! Oh fuck!"

Harry didn't have a chance to finish his directions. Instead, Y/n was eagerly stuffing Harry's cock in her mouth. However, she had an idea where his instructions were going- so she allowed her hand to rub whatever couldn't fit in her mouth.

Her lips could only keep so much of her saliva from falling to the rest of Harry's length. Whatever her lips couldn't hold, her hand smeared along the rest of the length. And like Harry had suggested earlier, it made the gliding movement smoother- without any hesitation or resistance other than her gag reflex.

The repeated call of her name echoed over the wetted sound of her rapacious mouth. Both grew in frequency but only one grew in volume. In a strained and choked volume, Y/n would've been worried he was faking it if not for the twitching his cock was exercising. "C-Can you swipe- a-at the tip. Please, please" Harry's voice was the most desperate thing she's ever heard.

And she's had to hear herself touch herself for years now. Never having a responsive body responsible for her pleasure. It coiled a lot of desperation in her system at times.

So she wasn't one to withhold such pleasure from someone; especially Harry. Her tongue caressed the thick vein underneath his shaft while making her journey to the tip. Her hand continued its rhythm for the newly exposed length as her lips sucked on the head as best as she could.

"I-I'm g'na cum...don't have to-" Harry hands began pulling at the length of her hair- urging her off if she didn't want a mouth full of cum. But she didn't work this hard not to get that exact outcome. "I-It's g'na be a lot!" He warned one final time.

Y/n hummed affirmatively on his tip, quickly swiping her tongue on the head, and then pressing the tip to her throat one last time for her own selfish reasons.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! I-I'm cumming" He repeated, hand laying heavier at the back of her head, holding her still against his cock. As his abs flexed, Y/n's eyes darted upward to find Harry's looking at her.

And the coil finally snapped as he began filling her mouth with cum.

A loud groan rung from his bitten red lips. With the mouthful Y/n had, her vision grew a bit blurry. But she could still make out the relaxed expression along Harry's features. His open mouth, his eyes struggling not to dip closed in pleasure, and the rosiness coloring up his chest to his face. It was a heavenly sight despite the sinful explanation that brought on this reward.

Once Harry had emptied in Y/n's mouth, she swallowed with pride, and gave praising pets of her tongue. Both cleaning and tasting the last bits of Harry before popping off for a breath she sucked in greedily.

Blinking away the blurriness, Y/n could see the sweat that built up on Harry's upper lip and hairline. Even the hand he was holding was a bit clammy, but her discovery didn't make her pull away. No, she felt proud- almost painfully so- that she was the direct cause of this. Of a spent out Harry, who was smiling at her like she was a gift from God.

And under his appreciative and admiring gaze, reality came flooding back. Her heart's racing pattern shoved in those loud anxieties and stresses, her mind began to function on its own, and finally insecurities whispered in the back of her head.

She hated how easily they came. Almost came more easily than she would had the role been reversed- virgin or not. "How was that?" She cleared her throat, determined not the let these voices win.

Harry's tired gazed drifted close for a second before a boyish grin spread over his face. "Amazing, fucking amazing-" His voice harshly spoke. "-Didn't need any coaching from me Darling. I would've filled that filthy mouth the second it got on me if I didn't have such a big ego"

Y/n smiles at this, shaking her head. "Y'er very good at talking 'ya know? Should have you read out loud to me" She admits once that telling vibration traveled through her clenching core. "Now c'mon...gotta figure out what 't eat fo-"

She had began standing but Harry was quick in grabbing her hip and wrist. Being bottomless didn't stop him as he once again manipulated their positions. He hovered over her- emerald eyes frantically searching her own gems. "I'm not a selfish lover Darling" It was both an admission and warning. "If it's dinner y'er really worried 'bout, I'll fill that tummy once more before I stuff you full of my fingers- but if it's not, then let me get my own taste of dinner"

How the fuck was she meant to respond to that? Especially when every skin cell lit up with fire and her cunt yearned for anything he was willing to give her.

"Y-You don't have too-" She wanted to rephrase her sentence the second it came out in a little whimper. "Nobodies ever touched me, nobody but me so- errmmm...if you don't like it, just say so. But don't be a dick 'bout it, can't promise I won't cry if y'er not nice about it"

Y/n wanted Harry to slam his lips against her. She wanted him to pay her the same mercy she pays him when he's rambling. Just wanted to stop hearing the tone of her voice and everything the awful pleading had to say. Fuck, she wanted to drink away how her voice was relayed back to her in a mocking way.

Like night and day, that husky carnal hunger subsided for a moment. Instead, now Harry just wanted to coo and hold his girl the closest he could get her. "I want too Darling, fuck me- I want to more than anything. I promise, 'm g'na love it more than you'll ever comprehend-" Both the hunger and care voiced their thoughts. "-Won't hurt y'er feelings Petal. 'S the last thing I wanna do...instead 'm g'na make 'ye cry out for my cock...g'na make y'er pretty little cunt greedy for it" It was a vow more than a promise.

"I think it already is"

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Because I've soaked through my panties the second I saw y'er cock"

A delicious chuckle shakes through his chest, the same chest that is covering the whole expansion of her tummy. "Wait till you feel my cock," He testifies. "Till then, lemme show you my fingers and tongue"

Oh fuck, he was going to both destroy her and have her die from the fire coursing through her.

"Are you sure?" The question flew off her lips.

"Yes, but if you want to stop then all you have to say is stop. And I will, no questions asked and my feelings won't get hurt" There he was. There was the Harry Y/n always knew. "I will only ask if you are okay. You won't need to explain anything to me" He promises.

Y/n nodded, looking at him with the widest eyes she's ever worn. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage, if she laid still for a moment, she's sure both her and Harry would be able to see her left breast bouncing from her heartbeat.

"Okay" She finally voiced, allowing her hands to grasp Harry soft curls.

A charming and soft smile spread over Harry's lips. He lowered himself closer to her lips before smearing them together. Y/n hadn't meant to let out a little squeal when he'd brushed his tongue against hers, especially with that much enthusiasm. "What is it Darling?" He questions, his lips searching for the spot where her pulse was strongest at.

Before she could say anything, a sigh of pure relief escaped her and her hands relaxed a bit in Harry's hair. "I-I didn't expect you t-to kiss me after I just had your cock in my mouth" She admitted honestly. "I've heard friends say their boyfriends wouldn't kiss them after a blowie...especially if they swallowed"

Harry scoffed at this, teeth biting softly against the skin that covered her throat. "Nonsense, really. Don't give a bleeding fuck if I was just stuffed in y'er mouth-" Harry shakes his head, lips still pecking along her neck. "'M g'na kiss, lick, touch, and taste every part I want too. Even if I've just cummed on it" His own chest rubs against her pleading nipples, making her whine crawl out of her mouth.

"Yeah?" It was mainly a filler word. One her mouth offered to try and ignore the fact that she was borderline moaning at Harry's mouth ravishing her neck and tits rubbing against his chest.

She supposes that was equivalent to her tits rubbing against his bulge earlier.

"Of course Darling" He swears just beside her ear. "One day 'm even g'na eat y'er pretty little cunt when its stuffed full of my cum...fuck can you imagine how delicious you'd taste with my cum stuffed inside of you" His own eyes shut in pure bliss. Harry could feel himself thickening up at the thought of shooting his load in her, her pretty pink pussy stained white with his cum.

Fuck, it was as if Y/n wasn't just sucking on him. He was so desperately hard for another release.

"Will you leave me love bites too?" She gasped, feeling the teasing suckle on her skin.

"Love bites?" Harry asked, smiling in disbelief.

"Umm like hickeys...I call 'em love bites. Think it's a much prettier word than hickey" She explains, blinking slowly at the lad who reappeared from her throat. "I want you to give me some...please"

"How can I say no when you've got such a pretty voice and perfect tits to chew on huh?" Harry hands had grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged. It wasn't as swift as the movies portray it, especially when she nearly had to do a sit-up to help Harry remove it.

Y/n back on the couch with a little huff, her spine collecting a bit of moisture from holding herself away from the cushion. Harry didn't mind the uncalculated movement.

No, instead it looked as if he loved them.

But the way his lips captured, released, and recaptured her skin pushed her more. Harry had left her looking like a used chew-toy. Her throat supported pretty purple-reddish marks while he continued his travels toward the cups of her bra.

His large hand- that she had a fleeting thought of what it would look like wrapped around her tits and throat- rubbed her swollen breasts over the cups. Harry's thumb swiped back and forth- teasingly- where her perky nipples begged for his attention. Every few swipes, he would pull down the cup, allow his thumb to circle the circumference of her nipple, before ultimately letting the fabric recover the skin.

By the fifth time he did this, Y/n huffed a harsh breath. "Harry, do something before I have 't do something myself" She gripes, hands itching not to pull frustratedly on his hair. The poor curls didn't deserve such a harsh punishment because Harry was fucking with her. "At this rate, 'm g'na die a virgin before 'ye do anything" She pouts.

Harry giggles, sucking one last love bite over her heart. "Patience Darling, my mouth will be on y'er pussy soon enough" He gave one fleeting kiss to the newly formed love bite. "Who knows, 'ye might just be pushing my mouth away when I finally make you cum" He threatened.

Y/n was one millisecond from throwing her smart remark when Harry stood on his knee. His shirt was disheveled, much like his hair, but his cock stood proudly with the same reddening and leaking tip. Her hands were already itching to stroke his shaft- she was almost tempted to say to hell with her orgasm. Instead, she wanted Harry to try fucking her mouth, to remember the weight of him on her tongue.

"Looking rather hypnotized there Petal," The smirk was laced in his tone as he watched her stroke his cock with her eyes. "If I was one of those brutish bastards, I would tear off 'ye trousers and split 'ya in half wit' my cock....but 'm not Darling. No, 'm very much far from 'em. Instead, I want 't be a proper romantic. I want your first time- our first time- to be special" He professed.

Whether it was his intention or not, Y/n gave him the biggest smile she's ever given anyone. Her hands reached his jawline, urging him closer, till their lips reconnect. "I know Harry...don't want you like 'em brutes anyways. Love how y'er a sucker for romance, how y'er not a cheap fuck, and how you won't romp in the closet with just anyone" Y/n teases, smiling against his lips.

Harry's heart soared higher than his pervious orgasm. As his heart rode the high, it felt like tons had evaporated from his shoulders. "Yeah?" It was shaky, the word both displayed and took away all insecurities. "'N I love how y'er a smut connoisseur, how you speak y'er mind, and how y'er the first 't stand up fo' someone" The words landed on her lips.

Each word tasted like strawberries, making her go higher and higher. She'd never been paid such a compliment before nor had she ever been this needy. Not when her fingers grew tired from working herself to a climax or the countless nights she spent doing things she had no desire to do.

Their lips weaved like they hadn't been able to kiss for years. Like their lips would never be able to meet again. All while Harry's hand reached for the waist band of her trousers, tugging eagerly for them to come undone. "Lifts y'er hips for me Darling- need 't taste you now" Harry groans desperately.

Without a second thought to what underwear she'd ruined, Harry left her chest. Both of his palms were at her hips- aiding for a second- till she raised her bottom half the best she could. A little groan echoed out of Harry's chest from the little brush of her crotch to his exposed cock.

Y/n smiled, cheeks stinging with delight. A delight that throbbed with a needing ache as Harry kissed his way down till her shaved mound was on display. For a moment, her breath was stuck in her throat, as she watched Harry. Taking in his heaving chest, blushed face, and ravishing emerald eyes. His hands tugged till both her pants and underwear were thrown to the floor and her thighs spread- the cold air attacking her scorching heat.

"Harry" His name was a plead. "Don't just stare..." She begged.

"How can I not Petal?" He groaned, eyes failing to examine anywhere else. The heat intensified in her ears instantly. "Y'er absolutely soaked, but so fucking gorgeous" He urged, voice struggling to carry his words. So effortlessly, Harry lowered himself. His chest was flushed with the cushion and his hands directed her thighs over his shoulders with such ease.

It was clear this wasn't his first time.

Y/n didn't like the realization, but for more selfish and jealous reasons.

His hands twisted till they were resting on the tops of her thighs- soothing thumbs rubbing side to side. The same lips that were bitten red and just attached to hers, puckered and blew a steady stream of cool air against her slit. Her thighs immediately tighten around his head- wishing to close shut at the ticklish feeling.

Another deep chuckle made Harry's ticklish actions stop. Thankfully, Y/n wasn't use to the feeling of the air and the pressure between her thighs. "Sorry Petal...fuck just wanna see and hear all the things you react too" He confesses, soft apologetic kisses smeared in her inner thighs. "But you did so good for me, did an amazing job taking care of me. I won't torture you" Harry promises.

The praise sent electric currents straight to her clit. She had an idea that it would. It always did- whether it was reading or hearing any type of praise- it always had her thighs unsteady. And it seemed like Harry understood this.

"Lemme-" He moved till his hand reached the back of her bra. In a swift pinch, his fingers had released her tits from their trap and she wasn't a second late in taking it off. "Oh, and you even waited for me to take it off. Fuck Petal, made just for me huh? So obedient fo' me"

There was no denying it.

She would do anything and everything under the sun to please him. Again, just something that was wired into her.

Before she could gravel over the discovery- or confirmation rather- Harry surprised her with his tongue licking against her slit. The whole flat surface of his tongue tasted till the tip of his muscle touched that bundle of nerves and began designing circles around her.

Her hips were quick in tugging away and ultimately relaxing against the intrusion. An alleviated moan echoed in her apartment- one hand in the bed of curls hiding between her legs while the other gripped for dear life on the couch. Harry's own hands pried her thighs open, his right hand even reached till his fingers pushed her mound upwards, exposing her clit to his lips.

The once cold air that attacked the normally hidden button was washed away by the warmth of Harry's lips. A deep, guttural, groan shakes in Harry's chest till its vibrating across Y/n's clit. "Oh fuck Harry" She pleaded, eyes screwed shut and teeth clenched.

Everything was soaked- her juices and his spit- sliding down toward her bum- she couldn't even guess as to what the couch may end up like. Her thighs had accepted their fate, and had even welcomed it once the delicious waves lured her to the edge. Harry's right hand joined him between her legs, the tip of his index and middle slowly massaging their way into her folds.

It was unfamiliar to say the least, but fuck if she wasn't basking in this foreign pleasure. The coil of neediness wasn't something new- she had been bringing herself this coil for years now- it was relinquishing control to Harry, trusting him to bits and pieces to snap this coil for her.

And he was doing a bloody amazing job. She doesn't remember ever approaching her high this fast.

Harry might actually convince her to stay home for the weekend if it means staying in this position more often than not.

"H-Harry" Y/n's gasp had broken his name. And she swears if he wasn't face first in her cunt, she would've heard an actual growl in response. "Fuck! Y'er fingers are big" She grits, feeling herself stretch over the two digits.

"You're so fucking tight" Harry spits against her clit. "But y'er needy fo' me fingers...you can hear how y'er gagging fo' it Darling. Love hearing how wet you are" He comments lowly, emphasizing the wet gushes echoing just above his voice.

Y/n's face runs red and her vision grows spotty. From pure carnal lust hearing the wetness pooling at her bum and light headed knowing that Harry is practically examining her arousal and slurping it up greedily- both she guess, both are the reasons for her feverish skin and rolling eyes.

How could something so fucking lewd arouse and embarrass her?

"Oh fuck Darling, fuck!" He moans, fingers tightening- unknowingly- against her mound as the other set of digits sink deeper into her weeping hole. "Bleeding hell- take my fingers Petal. Doing such a good fucking job. Can take my cock in no time. Swallowing my fingers so good"

There was a sense of fullness in Y/n's core. Nothing to cause pain or discomfort, but it felt like her insides were filled to the brim already. When it was paired with Harry's filthy praise, she doesn't know how she still hasn't came on his face.

"P-Please keep going-" She sputters, gulping for a deep breath but being smothered with her reckless moans. "Fuck Harry...g'na make me cum. Don't s-stop please" Y/n begged.

Harry doubled his efforts. His fingers curled upward, brushing the highest wall he could reach, and licking relentlessly against her puffy clit. He switched from lulling it beneath his tongue or suckling it into his mouth. All of which awarded him with Y/n rocking her hips deeper into his mouth and hand shamelessly brushing into his hair. He hoped her traces would be all over him, not just the love bites.

"Cum for me" Harry demanded, voice gruff and lips smushed to her lips. It would've been a crime had he taken them away from her- surely she would've cried actual tears. "Cum for Y/n, please. Please cum on my mouth like a good girl"

A wild moan bubbles from the center of her chest. Her toes and fingers curled despite the growing static in her limbs and brain. It felt like her head was floating on air, unsure of when the last good, deep breath she indulge in was. Electricity powered her closer and closer, desire building in her core, and even feeling her soaking hole clench harder around Harry's long digits.

She wasn't the only one on the edge. Harry could feel his own juices leaking from his feverish tip, smearing against his tummy, getting trapped in the groomed pubic hair, and sliding down the length of his shaft. His own tummy clenched with vigor, needing to have her cum, desperate for her to cum.

"H-Harry! Harry, don't stop" Y/n doesn't remember the command falling from her lips. She's not entirely sure they weren't shouted in her head, but she can't search for an answer when Harry's talking against her weeping center.

"Good girl Y/n, fuck, fuck, fuck please cum for me" It was muttered hotly against her sacred skin, like Harry was trying to keep it a secret from her.

One more suck, one more curl of his fingers, and more twirling of her clit finally pushed her over the edge. "I-I'm cumming!" She repeated- at least she thinks she does- till nothing but white covers her vision and her muscles seize for a few blissful seconds.

Nothing stopped except for her lungs. Harry's fingers, tongue, and slurping continued even after her limbs slouched against the cushions. Her thighs twitched to life and another raspy moan escapes her bitten lips. "Harryyy, 'm s-senseitive" She whines- voice so harsh it made her skin pop with goosebumps.

Slowly, Harry took out his fingers- shiny from her- but still licked like he knew there would be a soft ache. "C-Can I-I ummm-" He coughs, once again rising to his knees and displaying his neglected cock.

"H-How-Y'er harder than before" Y/n gasps, hand tiredly reaching out. Her orgasm depleted her energy, but that didn't make her stop from trying to grasp onto adrenaline.

Harry bucks his hips into her touch, shamelessly whining for more. "Can I cum on y'er pussy? Please Darling?" He begs, wrapping his soaked fingers around his shaft.

Y/n was mesmerized.

His cock was smeared with their cum, making the sounds louder, and it was the first time she's ever seen anyone pleasuring themselves in front of her. Basically on top of her.

"Yes, please cum on me" She doesn't know where the answer came from. Bits of her wants to blame it on the orgasm still coursing through her, but she's never been against saying no than in that moment.

Harry's grunts, groans, moans, and clenches his teeth. His arms bulged at his motion- his tip knocking into her mound and spreading pre-cum against the smooth skin. "Fuck, fuck" Harry repeats till he smashes his lips against Y/n's.

The sudden movement caused her teeth to nip at his bottom lip- seemingly causing another loud moan and Harry to shoot his load along her slit. A long, shaky exhale coats her lips as they both break to watch the last bits of Harry release cover her mound and even bits of her lower tummy.

Both of them heave each other's harsh exhales, Harry leaning his forehead against Y/n's as they closed their eyes. He started peppering kisses over her damp hairline, working his way to her lips, and giving soft ones to the red marks coating her body.

"There's my sweet Harold," She giggles, brushing a few damp locks from his forehead. "We look like each other's chew toys" Y/n shakes her head, feeling tiredness wash over her.

Harry grins, kissing the darkest spot over her heart tenderly. "We were in a way-" He admits. "Let's run a bath for the both of us...I'll order us some dinner so we won't have to worry about making anything" He offers, a wide but tired smile on his bright red lips.

"Oooo let's get some pizza fro-"

Before she could finish her suggestion, Y/n jumps from the most dramatic meow being preached from her coffee table not even a foot away from them.

The large orange and white cat's mouth was open wide as its high pitched and groggy meow continues for nearly a minute.

"Oh my- my cat just watched us devour one another" Her face was hot and her hands were covering her face.

Harry giggles. "Sorry Bourbon, but you can't be the only pussy I pay attention too"

"Harry!"

-

Road trips had always been her favorite.

Especially as she got older, not being shoved to the back with all the luggage. The older she'd gotten the closer she'd got to the passenger seat till road trips like these happened. Ones were endless chatter and banter filled the car ride, Libbie driving with a heavy foot but eyes like a nascar driver, Lacey poking and prodding at anything that spiked her interest, and Y/n in charge of the music.

When conversation fell flat, it was instead taken over with lyrics being shouted. Whether that was Lacey holding her water bottle up to Y/n's lips as a microphone or being stuck in traffic with Libbie and Lacey singing to other cars beside them.

The start of the trip was promising, but not as promising as the show had been. Although they weren't front row- instead they were a few tables away from the stage- both Lacey and Libbie had such an alluring element to them. So much so, they had been picked to help assist in the magic show.

Lacey looked like a kid watching Santa's Christmas magic happen in front of her and Libbie thrived under the spotlight that made her new copper tinsel shine. Y/n sat in the crowd, videoing the whole thing, like a proud Mum watching her children at the school's talent show.

Since Lacey and Libbie had done such an amazing job on stage, they were allowed to keep his deck of cards and handkerchief- both of which had his business card with his personal number written on the back that magically appeared when they returned to their seats.

"Oh the bastard is bloody confident!" Libbie laughs. "We should give this to Niall! See if he'll get his socks wooed off of him wit' a couple magic tricks" She teases, stuffing the card into her back pocket.

Y/n snorts, dropping her cocktail before she choked on her sip. "Careful, he can probably hear you-" She pokes. "Who knows, maybe he can make other things magically appear- like a million bucks or something"

The flood gates had been opened- throwing jab after jab about the magician. Lacey suggesting they sign up his number for a dating website, Libbie offering to sell his number for profit, and Y/n saying to prank call the number after another drink.

When their cocktails were finished, the show slowly began to close out, and they were left with the rest of the night to do whatever they pleased. "Let's check out the pubs," Lacey threw out, walking with her arm linked to Y/n and Libbie's. "Looked up some good ones on the way here. I think we would like one called The Drunken Duck!"

"Do they have ducks there?" Libbie teases.

"We're g'na be the ducks Lib!" Lacey cheers.

"I think 'm more of a swan than a duck"

"Because y'er elegantly aggressive?" Libbie gripes with a proud smile.

"Awww you think 'm elegant" Y/n blushes.

Despite their banter, Lacey had pulled them along. Just a few blocks over a sign with a wooden yellow rubber duck painted on it displayed The Drunken Duck. It seemed like a younger crowd had taken over- a few older gents at the bar- but for the most part the tables were filled with younger groups. Lacey had hopped her way to the bar while Libbie and Y/n went to nab a table in the other parlor.

*Harry: Heyyyy, why didn't I get a picture of 'ya outfit???

*Harry: Rhett's missus sent him one. I want one

*Harry: Not of Lacey! Of you!

*Harry: Not because I think y'er wearing anything inappropriate or whatnot! I wanna see you!

Y/n giggled- rolling her eyes sheepishly- as her fingers formulated a response. She could already picture Harry's pinched face as he whined, the soft pink that flooded his cheeks at his rambling, and the desire in her to just push her lips against his rambling.

"I hate 't break it to you-" Libbie had leaned closer to Y/n with a mischievous smile. "-but the concealer on y'er neck is rubbing off and that pretty little hickey is showing through" She dropped her voice suggestively with her smirk.

Y/n jumped, nearly dropping her phone, as her hand slapped over the left side of her neck. "Shut up" She panics.

"The worst part is, I wasn't talking about that one-" Libbie giggles. "I'm talking about this one" She pressed into the bruise that was under Y/n's ear, over her pulse point. "I take it Harry sent you off with a proper goodbye?"

A cold shiver rode every vertebrae in Y/n's spine. She could feel a damp bead of sweat collect at the nape of her neck and her heart had sunk significantly lower than normal. "Umm y-yeah" Y/n exhales.

"About time" Libbie nudges encouragingly. "Figured it wouldn't be too long- especially with how clingy he's been. Don't think I've ever seen Harry...elegantly aggressive like you. But in a different way" She shrugs, eyes easily noting how on edge Y/n was.

Perhaps Libbie had caught Y/n at a weak moment. Or maybe it was the cocktail from the show. Whatever it was, Y/n felt her resolve slowly disintegrate.

"Ugh, 'm g'na need more than one drink" Y/n sighs, slowly dropping her hand and rubbing at the seams on her shirt. "Dunno...he's changed, but in a good way! L-Like there's limits fo' everyone now, everyone but me? I know that doesn't make sense, but I feel like if I think 'bout it all at once then 'm g'na go mad" She grabbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes for a second. "Oi! 'N why didn't 'ye tell me that getting head feels blooding terrific!"

Libbie's eyebrows shoot up and her smile is touching her eyes. "Was that y'er first time a bloke offered 't eat 'ya out?" Lacey bluntly questions, placing pints down on the table for everyone. "If so, those brutish bastards are ridiculous. Hate how selfish they can all be" She kisses her teeth, taking the seat beside Libbie.

"Yeah I suppose," Y/n shrugs. "Don't ever have any offers...'m a virgin" She admits, sipping at the edge of the glass.

"Oh!"

"If someone says 'oh!' again I swear to-"

"It wasn't a bad oh!" Lacey giggles. "I meant, I'm surprised! Not in a bad way! In a way that you hold yourself in a light that makes it seem like you know what you want and when you want it. In an experienced way" She explains, giggling at Y/n's deeper pout.

"In like a bossy way?" She inquiries.

"No"

"Is this 'bout all those rumors going 'round?" Libbie tilts her head.

"No"

Again, it was too fast of an answer. And it became clear on Libbie and Lacey's faces that they got the confirmation they needed. Which made Y/n purse her lips tighter together. Maybe it was finally time to confess everything that had been hanging heavily in the back of her mind.

Libbie must've seen the mental battle lurking in her thoughts as she kisses her teeth. "Rhett was right, we always gotta fight the truth outta 'ya!" She playfully notes. "Remember last time- when you talked about it- it made you feel better. And that conversation remained in the pod- this one will remain in the pub" She assured with a soothing voice.

Y/n pouted, stealing another sip from her glass before she defeatedly shrugs. "I still hate 'ya fo' last time-" Y/n playfully clarified. "-Fo' the record, I don't give a bloody fuck what 'em fuckers are going 'round saying. I know it's all bruised egos wit' 'em, but dunno...guess some of the things they've said has stung a little" She shrugs dumbfounded with redirecting eyes.

Her fingers brushed the building condensation on the glass while Libbie smiles. "Like I've said before, nothing wrong with admitting that," She grins, the advice from last time echoing in her head. "What stings 'bout what they say?"

Y/n rubbed her lips together- suddenly not having the courage to say anything, but so desperately wanting to so she could hopefully get over this. "I-I...ugh why is this so hard to explain" She kisses her teeth.

"Don't worry about trying to explain it right-" Lacey supports with gentle eyes. "-We will ask what we don't understand. And if it's opening up that's making you nervous, just remember y'er talking to a girl who's never had girlfriends. Look at me now, on a trip with said girlfriends"

"Hate how you two are working against me sometimes" Y/n playfully jabs. "I-I'm afraid that I might actually be bossy or a prude or whatever the fuck they're saying-" She pauses with a limp shrug. "Like what if I actually boss Harry around 'n he can't actually talk to me or whatever. I don't wanna dictate him, let alone our relationship"

If her friends could coo at her without making her pout or nip at them, they would. "It's nice seeing you can actually feel emotions" Libbie teases, setting her glass down with a bit of foam on her lip. "What makes you feel like y'er dictating the relationship? Those pretty little bruises sure tell a different story" Her finger hovered over the same hickey as last time.

Y/n tauntingly slapped her hand away, grumbling under he breath before rearranging her hair once more. "I always have to pry at Harry to talk to me," She reasons. "Like I get some...topics might be a little more challenging for him to speak freely 'bout, but I don't wanna boss him into telling me" Y/n confesses, her shoulders growing less tense but her spine still a bit stiff.

Libbie's smirk said it all. "Oh, I get what you mean. That reminds me of this one lass 'm bezzies with! We always gotta pry and prod our way into her thoughts because she likes to tell half truths" She tilted her head teasingly with a bit of pinched eyes.

"Who?" Lacey tilts her head with bunched brows.

"Very funny," Y/n grumbled- sipping a mouthful of her pint- before she shrugs again. "I've tried to let him come to me for things, but now he thinks he needs to be someone else he's not" She reveals, eyes ashamed to even look anywhere else but the table.

Both girls looked at each other- obliviously more confused than the other. "What do you mean? Harry seems like he always does when he's around you" Libbie consoles with a soft smile.

"Yeah! I just met you guys and it's oblivious how much he cares for you" Lacey adds.

The contrast between what they were telling her and what she thought were making her temples throb. How was it not oblivious to them? Surely, they didn't think Harry sending back the wrong order or standing up to Niall was Harry's normal? Well...how could they not, they didn't know Harry in her eyes. "I guess this is all just coming from the fact he nearly barked at Trent in the library a few days ago" She finally fusses.

"What happened in the library?"

Y/n retold the incident, from Trent being a nob-head, Harry actually cursing him out, and even threw in how borderline stunned she was at dinner last weekend. Reiterating everything but giving her anecdote on everything had the girls looking widely at her. Both slowly sipping but immediately putting their pints down- as if them taking a sip in the middle of the story would mean they missed a key piece of evidence. Libbie growled at Trent's nasty comments, Lacey rolled her eyes at the mention of Bianca, and Y/n was feeling better being able to say all of this.

Even if it's because of the alcohol boost in her system.

"How do they know you've never had sex?" Lacey queries as Y/n cleansed her platte with another sip.

"That's what I kept asking!" She gasps, slipping a bit of the drink on her hand. "I dunno, maybe they're just assuming. Every time I ask Harry, he never answers" It was explained with a little pout- both at her now sticky hand and lack of an answer.

Libbie snorts, shaking her head so her tinsel flickered. "It just sounds like Harry has a soft side only y'er privy too," She affirms with a genuine grin. "And maybe I'm projecting, but he's picking up after you"

"I know I curse like a sailor at times, but surely that's not why he does it"

"No!" She laughs, shaking her head again. "I'm not talking about Harry cursing. I'm talking 'bout how you've got the same two sides- one side you've got only we're privy too-" She gestures to herself and Lacey. "-And the other side all the other pricks are privy too. That grumpy exterior that has everyone running in the opposite direction" She clarifies.

Y/n felt stumped again. Was it really that simple? Had she been overthinking the situation? That never use to happen, but she never had a lot of situations too overthink. Harry was just a common element in everything at the moment.

Perhaps that was her in his life too.

"Well now I feel stupid" Y/n groans, hiding behind her non-sticky hand.

"Why! There's no reason for you to feel stupid" Lacey giggles, peeling Y/n's hand off of her eyes.

"'Cos here I am trying not to boss him 'round and letting those stupid remarks get to me-" She spits irate. "-overthinking about everything that's happening, when it's just 'cos he's got something of an altar-ego"

"You've never had a relationship babe! You can't beat yourself over new territory" Libbie coos.

Which only made her pout more.

"We're exploring new territory!" Lacey peeps excitedly. "Y/n with her relationship, me with having friends, and...we're g'na find new territory for Libbie tonight!" She vows, lifting her glass, encouraging them to clink them together.

"How about my new territory is living vicariously through Y/n as she tells us 'bout those hickeys and just how bloody terrific getting head was" Libbie beams mischievously.

And it was too late, Y/n had already cheers to it. Not to mention, something had been at the back of her mind sine Harry had teased her about her baby-pink bra.

"I-I kinda wanna send him pictures t'night"

-

Despite complaining and whining about being left alone with Rhett and Niall for the weekend, Harry was actually enjoying himself.

Would be enjoying his time more if Y/n was there- in their weeping willow oasis?

Fuck yes.

But Niall and Rhett would have to suffice for the time being.

Rhett held out another canned drink for Harry after rejoining. Harry slipped his phone back in his pocket, accepting the drink, while Niall prattled on about golf. A mistake Harry had made by asking him what he did earlier today. He was answered with how Niall spent all morning at the golf course and went into his swings- which he'd stopped paying attention too.

When Rhett and Harry had caught sight of Oliver, they looked at one another and smiled. "Oli!" Harry cheers, waving him over to join. "What're you doing here lad?" He smiles.

Oliver blushes, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he was here himself. "I invited Holly 't come with me...she invited Bianca and now 'm third wheeling the both of them" He confesses, eyes frantically looking away from Harry.

"Ouch" Rhett hissed.

Harry wanted to bring it up. A bit of his chest tightened at the mention of Bianca and Holly, but he was more so peeved that he'd kept this stupid promise when Oliver was still trying to woo Holly.

But that wasn't priority at the moment.

No instead, Holly and Bianca walking over to them was. And Harry's never wanted Y/n with him more than that moment right there. Which was silly, he needed to prove to himself he doesn't need to hide behind his girlfriend. He could do this- if he played nice, he was sure they would play nice as well.

"Oh hello Fellas!" Holly cheered, her hand wrapped around her own drink while Bianca's was interlocked with her free arm. "Was just wondering when the life of the party was going to show up! Looks like my prayers have been answered wit' the lot of 'ya"

Surely, she was talking about Rhett and Niall. Especially when she didn't even offer Harry a glance.

Rhett smiled friendly. "Hear that Ni! We're the life of the party" He teases. "Niall was actually just telling us that if he was athletic, he'd take up golf, but here we are" The taunt was fighting words.

"Oi! You fucking wank!" Niall kisses his teeth.

"Ah, that was for telling Lacey 't kiss Y/n" He counters with a sly grin.

Holly and Bianca snicker at this, but Harry's chest stills. Bianca whispers something against Holly's ear before making a narrowed glare toward Harry. A glare he'd met with wide owlish eyes, wondering and daring her to make a move.

"Where are the lovely ladies of the evening?" Holly questions. She finally acknowledged Harry- like she was trying to pin the question on him for an answer.

"Off under a tree and reading?" Bianca hummed.

Harry giggles at this. "No, was just telling Rhett how I wanna go be a woodland nymph! The ones Y/n reads 'bout 'n whatnot" He jabs before pressing his smile to his drink. "Our missus are on a girls trip, went to go see some magician, even got called 't help assist him on stage" Harry shares with a proud smile.

"Missus? Just Lacey and Y/n?" Oliver asks.

"And Libbie"

"Ahhh okay," Oliver nods. He stuffed his hand in his front pocket with a shy smile. "What did they do on stage?" He asks the bunch.

"Not sure, Lacey had said he'd given them a keepsake-" Rhett fished out his phone, tapping till a picture showed up on the screen. "-And the magician's business card with his personal phone number magically appeared in the keepsakes" He laughed, displaying a picture of a deck of cards and handkerchief with a folded business card.

"What! Lemme see!" Niall gasps, grabbing the lad's phone with wide eyes.

As Niall examined the picture with envious eyes, Holly poked Biancas side. "Maybe he can make things disappear too" She taunts, loud enough that Harry heard it.

"Lacey's showed me the magician-" Niall began before Harry could utter a word. "-He doesn't do disappearing acts, but that'd be mighty cool! Imagine being able 't disappear in a blink of an eye!" He gapped, still zooming in and trying to make out the business card's content.

"I'd make my phone disappear from y'er hands and reappears in mine" Rhett mutters. "Oh look! I just did!" He mocks after swiping the phone from Niall's fingers.

As everyone giggles, Harry reached for his phone. Seeing a few messages from his missus on his screen- messages he couldn't help smiling at and beginning to type out his response.

*Y/n: At a pub called The Drunken Duck

*Y/n: Unfortunately there are no ducks- Libs and I just found out

*Y/n: Apparently we're g'na be the drunken ducks...but Libs said I'm a swan instead of a duck. So I don't think I can be a drunk duck t'night

A mouth-splitting grin pulls at Harry's lips. He agreed with Libbie, Y/n wasn't a duck. A swan was more fitting, but he was a bit sad. He wanted his drunken swan with him.

"Oi what's got 'ya giddy Styles?" Oliver chuckles, turning as Rhett made idly chatter with Bianca and Niall. "Did some magician make something appear on y'er phone?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Harry shook his head- trying to hide his smile but failing- as he sent his response. "Might have a drunk swan appear on my phone later t'night" He confesses.

"Drunk swan?" He repeated confused. "Is that a nickname fo' Y/n? What made you land on that?" Oliver chuckles.

"I didn't know the prude even drank" Holly chimed in. "Surprised, I thought her favorite pass time was playing fairies or whatever" She scoffs.

"No that's my favorite pass time," Harry corrects, a sickly-sweet- smile on his lips. "Oliver here is the one that got me into it! Didn't 'ya Oli" He pats the lad on his arm, earning a little howled chuckle.

"Course! We know these here woods like the back of our hands!" He boosted. "Believe it or not, I use to be Harry's original drunk swan" He winks.

Oliver joined Harry in tilting their heads back while giggling. For a split second, Harry forgets the spiked anger in his blood, the edge Holly and Bianca brought with them, and the hint of irateness toward Oliver for still trying to woo Holly. For a second, he was just a lad mocking his bezzie- who hadn't been around as of late.

Harry missed it.

And he didn't realize how much he missed it till that moment. "You busy Thursday?" Oliver questioned, taking the mouth of his beer away rom his lips. Harry shook his head. "Let's grab a bite 't eat then" And maybe Oliver missed hanging out as much as Harry.

"Can you get me another drink?" Holly asks, turning till her shoulder is pressed into Oliver's. "Please?" She smiles- probably noticing Oliver's rebuttal.

"Sure, need'a another H?"

"No, not finished yet" Harry answers, presenting his still full drink.

When Oliver twisted to the large cooler- leaving Holly and Harry alone for a second- Harry was just about to join Rhett and Niall's conversation when Holly clears her throat. Her arms were crossed, face pinched in what looked to be disgust, and her weight shifted to her other foot. All signs of that sickly sweet smile was gone. Instead it was replaced with a scowl as she spared Harry a slow and analytical glance.

If you could call it that.

Harry pressed his lips together, trying his best to display a content smile. This was awkward. Why didn't the other lads see that Harry was having a stare down with Holly. The thought prompted Harry to glance to his side.

And there was the answer- they were bickering about who was more athletic. Bianca dictating what classifies as athletic and keeping score between the two. So, it was clear neither of them were going to interject.

"You got some nerve Styles" Holly hissed, her nose turned upward as she belittled him with a single glance.

Harry's eyebrows skyrocketed. "Me? Fo' what!" He hissed right back. "You've actually got some nerve!" He mocked. "Making all these little side comments 'bout my girl! Being a right prude all because I've got a girlfriend? All because you don't approve of who 'm dating? And then trying to turn around 't lecture me!" Harry scoffed- although he did try to keep a lighthearted tone about it.

It was hard considering all the condescending shite he's been hearing about his Y/n.

"I don't give a bloody fuck who you date" Holly bit back. "But don't go 'bout like you didn't humiliate Bee! It's right fucked that 'ye led her on when all she did was have her heart on her sleeve" She sneered with narrowed eyes.

He was at a loss of words. "When did I humiliate her!" He questions. "I already explained to her- I asked fo' her number and 't go out 't coffee so I could tell her- in person- I didn't wanna woo her! 'M sorry if she got the wrong idea, but I was clear. And it's right fucked that 'ye spreading all these nasty rumors about Y/n. When all she did was catch my eye 'n heart"

"Oh so y'er g'na tell me that you didn't have Angela sit in the other booth so she could listen and tell Trent- who told the whole football team by the way" Holly seethes, voice growing a bit louder.

This was all wayyyy too secondary school- why in the bleeding fuck would Harry try and pull a stupid stunt like this?

"What're you on about Holly?" Harry genuinely asks. "What did Trent tell everyone?"

Holly kisses her teeth- her arms growing tighter around her torso. Like she was trying to refrain from slapping Harry across the face. Which urged him to take a slow step backwards.

"Oi, what's going on here?" Oliver rejoined with Holly's drink. Although she made no movement to grab the drink.

"Just admit it Harry!" She demands. "You were caught, Bianca and I know that you had Angela sit in the other booth so she could eavesdrop. And then she told Trent that you'd rejected Bianca, and Trent had such a good laugh- he went a told everyone else" She accused with a spiteful tone.

"What?" Both Oliver and Harry asked.

"Why would Harry do that?" Oliver followed up.

"I wouldn't- 'cos despite y'er view of me, I tried to do right by Bianca" Harry confesses. "She suggested that coffee shop, so I agreed. She picked out the booth we sat in. She even picked out the drinks and pastries- I just paid for 'em! She went on about uni, her studies, her pilates class, 'n the unbelievable vet bill she got because her dog ate a pair of her socks. I listened the whole time till I could finally tell her that I was smitten with Y/n, but enjoyed her as a friend. And friend only"

Holly closed her mouth- eyes going past Harry- to look at Bianca. She was still talking to Rhett and Niall, smiling and giggling like her best friend wasn't fighting her battle.

"Then why would Angela go and tell Trent?" Holly pointed.

Oliver huffed, scratching the back of his neck. "You know their fuck buddies right?" He reveals shyly. "Trent's always saying that Angela's pillow talk irks the fuck outta him"

Holly's crossed arms slowly fell to her sides. "No I didn't know that" She admits. "I thought Angela liked you both" She motioned to Oliver and Harry.

"Ehh" They both shrug.

"Look, we can write this all off as a misunderstanding-" Harry offered. "-But 'ye gotta cut this shite out. No more insulting Y/n, no more rumors 'bout how she's a virgin, prude, or whatnot you've been spreading, and no more pinning Oliver in the middle of this-especially when he genuinely likes you"

Oliver stared intently at Holly, but her eyes were focused on Bianca. Whether she was trying to evade the situation or admission Harry let out, Harry nodded his head goodbye before he went to that familiar weeping willow.

His heart stung a little bit.

He didn't want to hurt Holly's feelings or start something between her and Oliver. But he'd kept his promise to Oliver- up until tonight. All at the expense of Y/n.

The realization stung more than the idea of hurting Holly's feelings.

Harry could've done this long ago, but he promised Oliver he wouldn't. All these spiteful rumors swirling around could've been avoided earlier, if he hadn't agreed to stay quiet, and he'd just went up to Holly and Bianca in the first place. He should've, Y/n would've in a heartbeat.

The thought of her seemed to have summoned her on his phone.

*Y/n: Are you alone?

Harry's brows crunched before he replied with a yes, why?

Y/n's three little dots bounced for what seemed like forever. Harry watched as they taunted him, his bum sitting on the ground, back at the trunk, and drink in his other hand.

When Harry is sure she's not going to respond- the dots had disappeared for a few minutes- he tilts his head back for a swing when his phone lights up with her response.

Oh fuck!

He'd choked on his drink- eyes immediately watering- as he spites out the mouthful he had. A bit of it dribbled out of his mouth, some droplets even on the screen as Harry stares shamelessly at the picture now across his whole screen.

Her pink lips were wetted and pulled back in a shy-girlish smile. Her neck was free of makeup- his love bites highlighted against her flawless skin. The swell of her tits were pushed-up by the soft baby-pink bra he remembers seeing in her duffle bag. The lace of it made her look even more delicate and soft, Harry yearned to touch her. He wanted to press all the purple and red marks and litter her with more.

Fuck, Harry wanted her.

*Y/n: Wonder what it would look like covered in white? ;))

Harry was about to color his briefs white.

Especially when another photo popped up with its own little caption.

This time, her soft bum was decorated in matching baby-pink lace. Harry had never been so determined to make a road trip than in that moment.

*Y/n: Not opposed to leaving a few handprints here next time are 'ya?

Harry would sign his soul to her if she just asked. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg of what he'd do if she just asked. And he explained that much in his reply.

*Harry: Fuck, whatever you want Darling. 'M always at y'er mercy

He could already picture her bashful smile paired with a reddening pink to the swells of her cheeks. Running a shy hand over her smile as if she wanted to keep her excitement a secret.

*Y/n: Even now?

*Harry: Especially now.

*Harry: Lacey and Libbie didn't see these did they?

*Y/n: Hehe...about that

*Harry: Heyyyy, I thought these for me!

*Y/n: They helped me with the pose! I've never done this before!

*Y/n: They said my love bites look pretty :))

Harry grins at this.

Of course they look pretty!

[hazza13]

SNEAK PEEK!!!! (BOUNDARIES & DESIRES)

I AM ALMOST FINISHED!!!

I PROMISE IT WILL BE UPLOADED- MONDAY NIGHT AT THE VERY LATEST BUT I AM HOPING FOR SUNDAY EVENING!!!!

[hazza13]

Hello Luvs!!

I am so sorry that I haven’t uploaded a SINGLE post in nearly three weeks now? I had the flu and now I’m currently fighting strep and my period. AKA fighting for my life. I have written pt. 2 for boundaries and desires AND Grim Reaper-rry so I’m slowly but surely editing those- whenever my medicine works.

Thank you for being so patience with me. I promise once my immune system kicks into gear, I will have those uploaded ASAP!!

I would be glad to upload teasers for both stories if that’s something anyone would be interested in!

Stay healthy and safe out there 🫶🏼

-J

[hazza13]

Hi I really loved your grim reaper story, would you be open to doing another part??!

Hi!!! Thank you for reading!! Yes, absolutely, 100% will be doing another part to grim reaper-rry!! I got the flu this past week and haven’t been able to write, but another part will be uploaded ASAP 🫶🏼

[hazza13]

Just wanna say a MASSIVE Thank you- from the bottom of my heart- for all the love, support, and excitement over Boundaries & Desires! Currently writing Pt. 2, cannot wait to share! Stay Safe Babes! ❤️

[hazza13]

I am sat and ready for part 2.

Ahhh!! I love to hear it Babes! 🥹 Pt. 2 to boundaries & desires AND Pt. 2 to Grim Reaper-rry will be out next week ❤️

[mr-styles]

applemusic 📸 @harrystyles’ newest single, “Aperture,” is now available on Apple Music. Pre-add Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally. today.

[hazza13]

hey you'll get more notes if you add a keep reading sign on your story because that is easier to reblog! ❤️

Hello Luv!! Thank you for the tip, I added it to boundaries & desires now!! (Not me thinking it was automatically added to a lengthy post 😭) appreciate you & the heads up 🫶🏼

[hazza13]

Hi!! I really really loved your piece for the jarofstyles challenge. I was so in it I didn’t hear my partner snoring until I was finished lol. I would’ve loved for Harry to be assertive with that frat bro at the end. Wish he’d drawn the boundary with him rather than the reader. Especially since he did it decently with Bianca. Would have felt like he’d earned that ending a bit more. But really good!! I hope you write more things, you’re very talented. 💜

Hi Luv!! I am so beyond thrilled to hear you enjoyed it- thank you so much! And yes, yes, yes, I did think about putting Harry to the test with Trent! However, I was thinking about doing a part 2! Focusing more on Harry establishing boundaries- since Y/n got to explore her desires in part 1! Part 2 would be a bit smutty as they read their book together, just was unsure how everyone would feel about part 1! But truly. truly, TRULY thank you for the kind words!! It means the world and more, reading your feedback! More stories are on the way!

xoxo. <3!!

[hazza13]

boundaries and desires story was really good!! need to read more of your writing!

Hi Luv! Thank you so much!! I've been writing for a little over 10 years, so trust me, there is plenty locked in the vault! Hearing all this positive feedback is amazing and truly appreciated <3!!

[jarofstyles]

i just wanna personally thank u for holding us down through harry's hiatus with these fics 😭🙌🏼

Thank you for noticing and you are very welcome 🫡 happy to be of service

[alrighttherescarhead]

Harry coming up with the album name:

[rozyholly]

The evolution of Harry’s album covers.