Blurb in which Harry makes one of his incredibly suggestive jokes at a party and Y/N takes matters into her own hands
“Don’t ignore me.” He nuzzles his nose into her temple and whispers, “Please, I’ll be a good boy.”
She loves how desperate he sounds. He’s voice is deep yet so whiny. He knows what’s coming but he still begs for attention. “You know; you say that but you haven’t said sorry. Go to the car, tell him to take you home and wait for me.”
Harrys fingers dance along the waistline of her dress, “When will you be home?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be able to stay away for too long.” She winks and kisses him sweetly.
Harry is frigidity the whole ride home. He’s anxious and becoming hard at the thought of what she’s going to do. Even when he arrives to the house he can’t contain himself. He can’t sit still, moving from chair to chair, pacing down the hall. He almost trips over his own feet when he hears the door open and close.
He walks towards her as he wraps the collar around his neck, he has a lot of nerve smirking as he does so. “Hi.”
“Knees.” She grabs the collar and attaches a leash, “Follow me.” He crawls on his hands and knees behind her, gladly taking in the view. Once they reach the bedroom she lets go of the leash but he doesn’t move from his position in the doorway. “Undress me.”
Harry delicately unzips her dress but his hands roam a bit too far for her liking. She swats his hand and walks away from him due to his eager hands cupping her ass, “Thought you were gonna be a good boy?”
He gets on his knees again and strips himself of his shirt. “I will. I will, I’m sorry.” He watches her slip out of her dress and his lips part. She’s wearing one of his favorite sets. “I’ll be a good boy.”
“You were very naughty tonight, Harry. I think you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” He holds his wrists out and she pats him on the head. She takes out the designated scarf and begins to bind his hands. “Ok, over the desk.”
“But -” He goes from hazy eyed to adorably confused in such a short amount of time.
Y/N, however, tries to fight a smile. She manages to keep a stern look and grabs the leather leash once again, “Excuse me?”
She tugs on the leash to get the proper response out of him, “I’m sorry.”
“Good.” He bends over the desk and shivers when his pants drop to his ankles. Her hand caresses his skin and he groans for more of her touch. She spanks him. She spanks him two more times and he becomes painfully hard. “How many more do you think? Say, ‘I’m a good boy’ when you get your spankings. Convince me.”
She sways at him and he yells out, “I’m a good boy!” He shouts it three more times as she reddens his behind. That sting gets more and more powerful with each slap and he swears he’s on the verge of coming.
He’s confused when she halts her hand and crawls atop the desk. He’s even more confused when her panties are thrown somewhere across the room. “You know, you seemed to be enjoying that punishment a little too much.” Her legs widen in front of his face and he has to close his eyes for a moment. She’s so wet and he knows how good she tastes. His head involuntarily leans forward but she jerks hard on the leash. “Ah ah. You’re still being punished.” Her fingers then slide down, spreading herself and showing off her wetness to him. “Maybe I should tell everyone what a little bitch you can be, hmm? Tell them all about your little spankings and how you’re whining because your cocks do hard and you can’t do anything about it.” He watches her rub circles around her clit and he wants to bend down to suck it as hard as he can. “Or maybe I can tell them how good you are at eating pussy? Tell them how good my harry is at cleaning me up after he gives me a good fuck?”
Harry groans and stands up straight, ridding his hands of the scarf with his teeth. He jerks her body off of the desk and pushed her on the bed. “Couldn’t play anymore. So fuckin sexy when you talk like that, I couldn’t take it.”
She gives him a pout, “You could’ve made a much tamer jo-ahh fuck.” Harry’s dick enters her abruptly but pleasurably. He hits that spot on the first try but doesn’t begin to push just yet.
“But how would you have punished me? The second you pulled out that little piece of paper from the jar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up the act.” He kisses her neck and begins to move his hips. “Did you like trading it? Did you like making me feel like that?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is gets smaller and smaller as it turns into moans and whimpers. He smiles against her throat and begins to nip at the skin.
She’s sure her neck and collar bones are covered with his marks but she doesn’t care. "You looked so fuckin pretty tonight, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to play at all. And this thing, you know what I like, don’t you, sweetheart?“ She’ll never understand how he can sound like that. That his voice somehow changes yet sounds exactly the same.
Her legs wrap around him and her hands grab the pillow above her head, “Mmm.”
“Next time, I want you to wear nothing,” Harry pulls off the collar and dangles it in front of her face before throwing it in a nearby chair, “but this.” He watches her face and kisses the crease between her eyebrows. “Get on top.”
She puts on a pout and locks her legs, “No.”
“No, eh?” His hand runs up and down her thigh, trying to resist the urge to squeeze and slap as hard as he can.
Y/N puts on her best innocent face and bites her lip, “The paper said I get to put you on a leash. That leash didn’t stay on very long.”
“Oh, well, in that case.” He lowers his mouth back down to her ear, “If you can get that collar back on me then you can do whatever your cute little heart desires.” Y/N tries to move but he keeps a steady rhythm, making her quickly give in. “Pitiful.” He grabs her hips and flips her into their new position. He grabs her hands and places them on his throat, “Now, use your hands.”
Harry has been moping around his apartment for days. He can’t figure out what he’s feeling. Ever since he got drunk and blurted out his true feelings for Y/N, his best friend, she hasn’t been herself. He’s been holding on to this tiny sliver of hope that she’ll somehow feel the same, but he knows that’s wrong. He knows that he shouldn’t hold it against her, so he doesn’t; not for very long anyway. Harry decides to let it go, to try to convince her he was a little too drunk to know what he was talking about. Holding his phone in his hand, he hovers his thumb over her name for a few seconds before pressing the screen.
“Hello?” Her voice is soft and nervous, and he knows it’s because of him.
“Hi. It’s –um, it’s me.” Harry walks back and forth in his kitchen, wondering why he thought this was a good idea.
“I know it’s you, H.” There’s a small moment of silence before he speaks again. He didn’t exactly think this through, did he? He suddenly feels warm and a little sweaty.
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“I just wanted to…I wanted to see how you were. S’been a couple days.” This had been the first time they’ve spoken since he confessed his drunk love to her. He can barely remember it but knows Y/N put him to bed and left the apartment.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Do you need anything? You ok?” Her tone still sounds off, but she could never not wonder about him, about his well-being.
“No, no. I’m ok. I just wanted to like, talk. We never go days without talking.” He wants to tell her that he misses her. He wants her to come over and watch movies; he wants her to make them hot chocolate; he wants her to fall asleep on his shoulder. Harry wants Y/N.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just been kind of busy. Do you, uh…” She hesitates like she might regret her offer but continues, “You wanna do something?” Harry would shovel poop at cattle ranch all day if it meant he could see her.
“Oh, sure. What did you have in mind?” His heart skips a beat and he holds his breath.
“Gerald’s is having a two for deal. Get a sammy, get the other free.” Okay, dinner. Harry can do dinner.
“Ok. Do you want to meet or do you want me to come get you?” He’s not sure why he asked, Gerald’s is barely two blocks from her house.
“No, I’ll meet you. Could use the walk, I like it how it feels outside right now.” Y/N always enjoyed the cool weather. One of her favorite things was being able to wear jackets and hoodies, being snuggled up like a cute little bunny, which was one of Harry’s favorite thing.
“Well, I’ll see you shortly then.” Harry rushes to his bathroom, to make sure he has no food in his teeth and does the ever so attractive pit stiff test. He wears the shirt she likes, the one with the little dots on it. It’s old and worn, ‘so soft and perfect for hugs’, as she says.
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Harry arrives and searches for Y/N. She’s sat in a little corner booth and as he heads towards her he notices two empty glasses and a basket of paper that once held some fries. “Hey,” she looks up at him and smiles, shooting out of the booth and into his arms. “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you so much.”
Harry is a bit confused. No way would two glasses of beer make her like this. “You like this over two drinks? Didn’t even leave me any fries.”
“Oh no, these were my chasers. Had four shots.” Y/N giggles and Harry lets out a sigh. No wonder she’s sloshed. “You look sexy, H. Like when you hair gets in your face. And you’re wearing my favorite shirt.” She hiccups and smiles.
Harry has gone red and isn’t sure what to say, he thought she wanted to talk. Not get shit faced. “Why’d you get drunk if you knew I was coming to see you?”
“I was [hiccup] nervous. I thought you were mad at me for leaving the other night.” Harry can’t imagine why she should be the nervous one.
“I’m not mad, love. Thought you were mad at me.” He has to admit he’s relieved that she isn’t upset with him, or angry at least.
“You’re too perfect to be mad…” she makes a face like she was set on fire and runs to the bathroom. With barely making it, Y/N loses her fries. As she leaves the ladies room she sees Harry waiting on her and leans into him, begging him to take her home. When they arrive at hers, she sighs in annoyance. “No, I wanna go home with you.”
“You live closer, you’ll feel better here.” He helps her to the door and on to the couch. “You don’t like to get this drunk, you’re going to be livid in the morning.”
“I feel fine. ’m horny and want onion rings.” She’s lazily sitting on the couch with her arms outreached to Harry. “Come here, come sit.”
When Harry obliges, he faces her ready to ask if she needs anything but another question is comes out, “Why’d you have to drink tonight?”
Y/N snaps back with, “Why did you have to tell me that you loved me?” There’s an awkward silence before she begins another drunken statement, “Wanna know why I left the night you told me you [hiccup] loved me? I wanted to tell you I loved you too. I, um, I, help me get my shoe off, I can’t get it off.” Harry bends down, unzipping the little boot. His hands are shaking and he wants her to mean it, he wants this to be real and not something she regrets. “You looked so good and your hair was soft. I wanted to touch it,” she reaches out and runs her hand through his hair, “oh, it’s still soft.“ Harry involuntarily leans his head into her hand and gazes at her but goes back to taking off her too-complicated-even-for-a-sober-person boots. Y/N lowers her voice like she’s trying to whisper, “You kn[hiccup]ow, I think about pulling it when I think about you doing down on me.” Harry’s eyes snap to hers and his mouth hangs open.
“What? Jesus, Y/N, shh. I need to help you get into bed.” He tries to get the image out of his head, but he can’t. The image of being between her sweet thighs stays with him.
“No. Don’t shh me. I love you and I want to fuck you. That’s um, that’s like making love, yeah? We love. Let’s do it. Come here. Come fuck me.” She grabs his face and Harry is completely overwhelmed, and wonders if he said anything like this when he was drunk.
“No, baby. Not like this.” He removes her hands from his face and holds them softly. “You’re gonna hate yourself tomorrow and hate me more.”
“Never hated you. I’ll never hate you. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I want to show you, let me show you.” She still manages to look so cute to him, with her smudged makeup and whiny voice.
“Y/N, please. We can talk about this later, ok? I promise we’ll talk about it.” Her pout deepens and she gets up, throwing her sweater over her head and somewhere around her sitting room.
“I’m goin’ upstairs. I’m gonna be naked and all…all fuckable [hiccup].” Harry follows her upstairs to make sure she doesn’t fall or hurt herself or something clumsy. He finds her on her bed pants half way off and crying.
“Y/N, what? Why are you crying?” He suddenly becomes very worried and is about to get her a trash can because she’s surely due to vomit again crying like that.
“I can’t get my jeans off!” She’s full on sobbing over denim and Harry can’t help but laugh. “It’s, it’s not fun-ny. I’m trapped.” Her legs wiggle and she falls back on her bed, continuing to wiggle them in the air.
“Y/N, stop kicking. Calm down, I’ll get them off. Hold on.” Harry gently grabs her legs, peeling off the tight material. “There, you’re free.” She sits up in her bed and slowly covers herself with her blanket. “What? Suddenly so shy?”
“H, you saw my undies.” Her face is suddenly a lot more tired looking rather than drunk.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, love.” She pulls her duvet closer and closer and Harry sits down on the bed. “You want me to leave? I can come back in the morning to check on you.” Y/N slightly shakes her head and sinks into her bed.
“Will you stay, lay here with me?” His heart turns into a bunch of little bubbles as he examines the look on her face. She’s sad. He knows it. She’ll remember this tomorrow and not know what to make of it. He scoots his way to the head of the bed and throws his shoes off the side. “Hold me, please. Just til I fall asleep.” She was always a needy drunk, but this was different. Y/N needed Harry there to reassure her that he was okay, that he himself wasn’t angry or embarrassed by the situation. He gets close to her, swinging his arm around.
“I’m gonna be right here.” Harry stays the whole night, rubbing her arm every time she stirs. He isn’t sure when he falls asleep but when he wakes it feels as if it’s only been a few minutes. Y/N is still sleeping beside him, all cuddled up in her blankets. She was always one of those people who could drink her weight and be fine the next day, something Harry envied, but he slowly leaves the bed with an idea and tugs on his boots. He tips toes around her bedroom making sure not to wake her, carefully down the stairs and out the door. There was a nice coffee shop close by as well as pharmacy, he’ll pick her up some coffee and Advil; maybe even some flowers.
When Harry reaches the coffee shop, flowers in hand, the tiny woman behind the counter shakes her head and laughs, “I remember when my husband used to go out and buy me fresh bagels when I got a bit too wild the night before. Your girl is right lucky, she gets the flowers and the bagels.”
This makes his heart swell and his lips twitch into a smile. “No, ma'am. I’m just lucky enough I have her to give flowers to.” As he leaves the shop, Harry feels reborn. He feels more in love than he ever has and can’t wait to get back to her, to take care of her. It doesn’t matter that to him that they both found out in drunken ways, well he does wish that they both went about it differently but, Harry is in love and so is Y/N.
He returns to her home quietly, making sure that the door doesn’t slam and his feet don’t boom up the steps. Her door is slightly ajar, letting him know that she’s woken up and probably gone to the bathroom or kitchen; he hopes to god she didn’t make coffee or tea. When he opens her door he finds her propped up on pillows and tightly wrapped in a quilt with only her arm poking out so she can control the TV remote. She catches him out of the corner of her eye, jumping slightly, and belts out, “Don’t sneak up on me! I thought you left, why- um, why’d you come back?”
Harry walks to her, flowers first. Her tired eyes widen in surprise and soften when she notices the coffee. “I thought I could make your morning a little easier. They didn’t have lilies, only yellow roses, but I did get you Advil and bagels if you need to eat although you seem fine…” If she doesn’t speak soon he’s sure to talk forever.
“H, I’m ok. I don’t feel sick or anything and thank you.” She unwraps the quilt from her upper body and takes a coffee from him,”Mmm, this smells so good. What’d you get?” Y/N was always a food or drink stealer, she had to take a sip or bite of whatever he had.
“I got the same cause I knew you’d wanna sip at mine.” Her brows knit together, but she’s silent because she knows it’s true. “I see you’re feeling…better?” Y/N clears her throat and nods her head as she turns his attention to the TV. “Don’t pretend what you said didn’t happen. You ignoring it, you hate this show.” He takes her coffee from her hand and sits it on her night table, “You love me, yes or no?” Her eyes fall to her hands as she mumbles her little answer.
“Yes. I love you.” Harry moves beside her, covering them in her fluffy blankets as he cuddles her.
“Good. I love you, too.” She’s slightly taken aback by his cool demeanor as if nothing had changed as if it wasn’t new that they loved each other in that way. But another part of her was just as accepting. Why should it be awkward?
“I love this shirt.” Y/N places her hand on his chest, feeling the cross underneath the fabric. “It’s always so soft. I bet it’s nice to sleep in, you sleep in it last night?” Harry grabs her hand, leaving it on his chest.
“Yeah but I mean, I think that was the first time I slept in all my clothes in forever.” Y/N mind quickly turns to the image of harry sleeping naked beside her. She’s seen him naked before, but not naked-naked, not intimate naked. Her hand absentmindedly travels down to his torso and feels his muscles.
“Love, if you’re gonna tickle me I must warn you; I am much stronger and much more awake at the moment than you are.” Her hand keep rubbing his belly and then bravely goes under it. His skin is warm and smooth with soft hair just under her fingertips.
“I won’t tickle. I’m just feeling you. I can do that now, right?” Harry looks at her and his mouth actually starts to water. Her beautiful doe eyes and pouty lips could sway him into doing anything she wanted.
“You can do whatever you want.” Her hand lifts his shirt higher and higher and Harry’s heart begins to pound. He becomes quite nervous and she’s sure to notice.
“Whatever I want?” Y/N lowers her head to his belly and gives him a few small kisses right in between his laurel tattoo before blowing a loud raspberry.
“Jesus Christ! Why!” Her wild laughter causes harry join in, holding her tighter so she can’t wiggle away from him. “If it’s going to be like then prepare for the worst, most hated, stubble chin!” His chin goes straight for her neck and Y/N squeals.
“Harry! No! I won’t do it anymore!” He lets up and his face is now close to hers, just inches away from one another.
“I forgot to tell you good morning.” He kisses her cheek and repeats, “Good morning, my love.” He kisses her forehead, “Good morning, sweetheart.” And finally, his lips land on hers. He kisses her softly but passionately before letting go, “Good morning, baby.” Y/N’s hands wrap around Harry’s neck to pull him closer.
“Good morning, H.” The pair shares another kiss, this one being heavier and harder. This is a new feeling but somehow the best feeling. Both Harry and Y/N have one thing on their mind and it definitely doesn’t involve getting out of bed.
Harry starts by kissing her neck softly, then nibbling her ear. “You know, this can one or two ways baby.” Y/n lets out a little moan before giving him a response.
“What do you mean?” She’s beginning to breathe heavily and his little kisses are giving her goosebumps.
“I could kiss you like this all day,” he pauses to look her in the eyes, “or I could make you come so hard you won’t be able to think.” Y/n opens her mouth, but no words come out. Her thighs involuntarily press together, which Harry catches out of the corner of his eye. “I think I have my answer,” He asks her to take her top off with a very polite, please. He brushes her hair off of her shoulders and caresses her cheek. “Thank you. Now, can you take these off for me?” He tugs at her underwear with one finger and watches her wiggle herself out of them. Y/n is now completely naked for him, waiting for his next move. Her head is resting on his arm and his stomach is pressed flush against her side.
His fingers ghost over her skin from the base of her throat to the bottom of her navel, making the tiny hairs rise. He finally presses a finger to her skin and she quivers, “Oh.”
“Like my hands?” She nods. He drags that finger down until he feels how wet she is, stopping to tease her. “I love your pussy. You know that? Been thinking about it for months, having dreams about how you’ll feel on my face,” he then starts to play with her clit and brings his mouth to her neck, “wet and so sensitive. I’ve been thinking about how good you must taste. A sweet little thing like you, y/n. Bet it’s just like sugar, yeah?” With that, Harry brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean. “Even better than that, baby.”
He knows how to tease and y/n never knew he was so capable. She knew he was good with girls, but she assumed it was his charm. He has a way with his words and his fingers, she can’t comprehend what other parts of him can do. Harry’s only been teasing her and she’s already a moaning mess for him, moving her hips and wiggling in his arm. She needs more from him and she’s going to take it. She places her hand on his, pushing it down so his fingers sink into her. “No more teasing.” Her voice cracks and Harry smirks.
“I could make it so much worse, y/n. I could make you beg for me,” he curves his fingers just right so that she gasps and yelps for him, “make you do that over and over again and not let you come.” He’s so smug. “But I won’t, not today.”
Y/n’s eyes begin to water due to his hand movements. His fingers bend back and forth at a fast rate causing her to moan. “Oh my god. Yeah, right there. Right there.” Harry’s nose is now pressed to her cheek, eyes traveling down to his hand every once in a while.
“Oh? Right here?” He adds a little more pressure and she whimpers. “What if I were to make it even better? Would you like that? Hmm?” He doesn’t even wait for her response before falling down her body. His mouth is on her in seconds, licking and sucking like he’s trying to get high off of her.
Y/n hands are grabbing the pillow behind her and she’s crying his name, “Harry. Harry. Harry. Oh, fuck.” She won’t be able to last long if he keeps this up. She can already feel that tightness, but she wants to fuck him. She wants to show Harry how she feels right now and how badly she’s wanted to please him. “Fuck me.”
Harry stops and looks up at her, “What?” He knew that things were going to get heated, certainly, but he wasn’t expecting to go that far or her wanting to.
“You heard me, H. Fuck me. Fuck me like you love me.” Y/n bites her lip and Harry flies to her face, kissing her softly.
“I do love you.” He begins to undress, probably breaking a record for getting naked so fast.
“Good.” She pulls him down and guides him on his back, sliding herself down on him. She wasted no time in riding him. Harry’s hand squeezes her ass and the other goes to her mouth. She sucks his thumb so eagerly that it makes a ‘pop’ every time it leaves her lips. “You feel so good.” He grins proudly and squeezes a cheek even tighter making y/n sigh from that tight burn.
“Oh, you do like my hands.” She concentrates on her movements, but they come to a halt when Harry’s hand slaps her ass.
“Fuck!” Y/n’s fingernails dig into the little birds on his skin and she bucks forward, clenching his dick inside her.
“I knew you were fuckin’ naughty. I knew it, baby.” He spanks her once more just to feel her nails dig into his chest again. She inhales sharply, slowly building back up to her pace. “Oh, that’s it. Just like that.” Harry’s head falls back to the pillow and this time, he’s the one moan for her. His deep, throaty groans only make her want to go faster and harder for him. Her hands roam his upper body until her two small hands gently glide up his throat causing him to shake and moan. Y/n smiles, as it seems that maybe Harry is not as dominating as she thought.
She leans her body forward, still grinding into him with a hand resting on his throat. “I think maybe,” she squeezes her hand and he bites his lip, “maybe that you’re the one who likes to get a little naughty.” Harry doesn’t speak just yet, he only smiles and spanks her the harder than before. Y/n’s eyes snap closed and her mouth is left to gape open.
“I don’t think so, love.” He pushes her chest to his face, sucking hard on her nipple. He thrusts upwards as fast as he can while holding her in place with one arm around her back. He spanks her three more times, soothing it by rubbing his palm across her cheek each time. “Mmm, I love you like this. I love you.”
It’s difficult for Y/n to speak with all of the moans stuck in her throat. Her fingers run through Harry’s hair and when he hits that spot inside her, she tugs at it. He doesn’t mind, he actually loves it. Each time she pulls it sends a hot tingle straight to his dick. “You’re gonna make me come, H.” He lets out one of his dorky chuckles and flips her on her back.
“That’s the idea.” He hikes up her leg and gives her all he has. She lets out a string of ‘fucks’ and ‘oh my gods’ and he knows that she’s coming. He can feel it. “You’re there, don’t hold back. Move your hips, I know you want to. Do what you want, come on my dick. Come for me.” She then lifts her hips and grinds herself on him so that she’s as close as she can get. Y/n lets out a cry and what sounds something like an ‘Ugh’. She comes hard and wild, just like he had hoped. She brings both of her legs up and hold on to his waist. Even though she looks relaxed, she still feels that pulsing sensation. “You need me to stop?” Harry is close, but he doesn’t want to overstay his…welcome so to speak.
“No, I want to make you feel good. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” For some reason, her statement gives him a chill, little tiny bumps rise all over his body and he pumps into her eagerly. He’s thrilled by the fact that she wants to be the one who makes him feel this way. Her eyes close and he’s not sure but he think she has a small smile on her face. He feels nothing but the purest form of pleasure and love right now and he can barely handle it. Y/n feels his dick twitch inside her and Harry grits his teeth. He dramatically drops on top of her, pretending to be dead and leaving Y/n to giggle.
“Oh my love, you’ve died. What will I tell the police?” She runs her fingers through his hair then pokes at his back.
“Death by pussy, I presume?” He still lies on top of her, with his chin resting on her chest. When she just looks at him he starts to giggle, making her smile.
“Harry get off of me, you geek.” He pretends to be hurt, but his still smiling so she pokes his dimple. He leans his head into her finger then pretends to bite it. “See, total geek.”
He gives her his best pouty expression, “But you love this geek?”
“Yes, I love this geek.” Harry scoots up to her lips and kisses her, telling her that he loves her for what seems like the millionth time.
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Harry watched Y/N water the flowers on their balcony. The fabric of her dress is thin but flowy, allowing him to see the curves of her body as she moves. There was something about dresses like this that just kind of…got him going. The color was also very desirable to him, a dark blue that looked black in certain light.
When the plants are watered she leans against the railing to feel a soft breeze. The loose hairs dance around her face and she moans, making Harry almost jump out of his seat. His body presses against hers from behind. His hands sliding from her waist down her thighs to collect the material, bunching it up in his hands and pulling upwards. With his mouth pressed to her ear, he states, “I love this dress.”
His hands continue pulling the gathered fabric up her thigh until she places a hand on one of his fists, “If you like so much then why are you trying to take it off of me.”
She can feel him smirk on her ear and the front of the dress drops only to have to back aggressively pushed up to her hips. His fingers toy with the hem of her underwear and he pulls them down her thighs, “Your dress wasn’t what I was trying to take off, love.” Her hands grip the railing as he dips his middle finger into her. He chuckles, “See that couple down there eating dinner. What if they saw us? What if they knew that I’m playing with your pussy.”
Her eyes find the couple. They sip on their drinks and talk over their food. Y/N leans forward, allowing him greater access. The threat of being seen and the sensation of his fingers moving back and forth between her pussy and clit make her feel like she could float away. Her heart skips a beat when she hears the click of his belt. “Oh, my god.” Her voice is low but she becomes muffled by Harrys fingers sliding into her mouth. She feels him enter her and her legs spread wider, letting him move deeper.
“How do you taste?” He smiles widely knowing that she can’t answer. He looks up to move his hair out of his face but is greeted with an unexpected audience, a young woman across the way is watching them and Harry leans back down, directing Y/N’s jaw toward her. “Look at her, who do you think she wants to be right now? Me or you?” The woman looks completely horrified and closes her curtains. “Aw, such a shame. She could’ve seen you come for me, missing quite the show.”
She watched him almost every night and would tell herself she wouldn’t look again but here she is, studying every inch of him that she can. His stomach muscles tense and relax and his hand is in the mystery girl’s hair.
His fingertips are probably pushing down at the back of her head because he wants more. Her hands are on his thighs and she can see that they’re digging into his skin. She wonders if he has her gagging on him, how wet her mouth is on him. She’s seen him, she knows that’s a lot to handle. His hand pulls her head from his lap and he smiles down at her before pushing her head back down. He leans his head back and catches Y/N looking.
She freezes and he smirks at her. He always wondered about the girl across the street. She touched herself just about every other night, it was like a ritual. He was fascinated by it, enthralled by it. She started out standing then would make her way to her chair or bed. He thought she might be into edging with the way she stopped and started. Now, he might think he serves her as inspiration on those nights. How often does she watch him? Y/N bites her lip and Harry brings his hands to his chest, pretending to unbutton a shirt. She plays along and strips for him. She teases her nipples and sucks on her fingers. Both of Harry’s hands grip the back of the girl’s head and this time Y/N smirks.
She sits in that chair and spreads her legs, one hand toying with her folds and the other tugging on her nipple. She spreads herself open and rubs her clit. She wonders how his hands feels or god, what does his mouth feel like. The two watch other get off and when Y/N is wiggling her hips and he can see her mouth hanging open, he feels that hot sensation building up. “Gonna come.” The girl sucking his cock only grunts and continues. Harry thinks about how this girl next doors pussy must feel. He wants to be closer, he wants to see how wet it is, how swollen she is. With a groan, he comes into the girl’s mouth and pretends it’s Y/N’s pussy.
He pretends that his dick is surrounded by hot tight walls that are squeezing him for everything he’s got. Y/N gets up, smiles and disappears, leaving Harry’s mind to wonder. Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door and to her surprise, a very out of breath man is standing right in front of her. He swallows and sighs, “I’m Harry.”
“I’m Y/N”. Her voice is quiet and shy as if she didn’t just come for him, where anyone could see her. They stay there in the doorway for a moment. It’s clear they’re both nervous and that this is completely insane to do but something tells her to step aside and let him in. He stands there, awkwardly and jingling the keys in his pocket. “What- uh, what do you want?”
He clears his throat and walks up to her, “I think I want you.” His brows furrow and he avoids her gaze but continues, “Can I stay?” She nods and places her hand on his chest. She can feel his necklaces underneath his shirt and she gets goosebumps thinking about the tattoos under it as well. “Please say something. I wanna hear you talk.” He wants to hear more of that sweet voice. He always wondered what she sounded and it’s delicate just like the way she touches herself.
“What do you want me to say?” It comes out rough at first but his smile eases her into comfort. He unties her robe and slowly eases his arms around her waist.
“Whatever comes to mind.” Her hands rest on his shoulders and she wants so desperately to rip this shirt from his body.
She chuckles and pulls him closer, “Your voice isn’t what I thought it would be.”
“You’re as magnificent as I thought you’d be.” His nose bumps her forehead, “I feel like I’m in the presence of a princess or something.” Y/N laughs and he kisses the bridge of her nose, “No, no. You’re beautiful. You’re sexy.” He hovers his mouth at hers and squeezes her ass. “Show me what I’m missing. I know you have it. Please, Love, show me.” Her hands tangle in his hair and they finally kiss. It sends a shock wave down to her underwear. She can feel her skin pebble and he lowers slightly, hands sliding down her thighs and lifting her up. He has a perfect view of her breasts like this, he even has the wonderful opportunity of sucking her nipples as he carries her down the hall. “This is one of the things I think about. Sucking and nibbling, fuck.” He smiles and his lips pop from her nipple.
“Can’t wait to do it to your little cunt.” He reaches her bedroom and puts her on the bed. He nibbles at her neck and ear. He’s leaving marks but she doesn’t care. “Do you think about that? Do you think about me licking and nipping at your clit? I fuckin’ do. You spread yourself open and I think, look at that pretty pussy. What I wouldn’t give to suck it,” he kisses her jaw and moves back to her ear, “touch it and fuck it raw.” Her hips involuntarily rise up into his and he hums in pleasure. He looks down and taps at the side of her undies, “do you want me to or do you want to?”
She responds with a simple, “You.” His fingers shimmy down her legs and he kisses his way back up, stopping at her inner thigh. Harry becomes much slows there. He takes his time getting his mouth to where they both want it. “Want it so bad it hurts.” She meant it, she felt herself ache and throb for him. He looks up at her but her head is thrown back and her hands are gripping the sheet in anticipation. He can’t imagine how much better it’ll be once he actually touches her. “You don’t tease them like this.” He smiles and kisses right on top of her clit.
“They’re not worth it, Sweetheart.” He gives her a hard broad lick and she lets out a shaky breath. “Somethin’ about you.” He spreads her open, looking at how wet she is before licking again. He taunts her with his lips. He hovers them over her folds, barely licking as he speaks, “You ever tasted yourself?” She shakes her head ‘no’ and he smiles again. He inserts two fingers without warning and grows the hardest he’s ever been at the sound of her gasping. He pulls his fingers from her and holds them in front of her face, closing his eyes as she holds his wrist to suck them clean. While she licks his fingers he goes back to eating her out. He concentrates on licking around her clit, just barely touching it. He wants to make it last.
His fingers fall free from her mouth but she holds on to his arm. She pulls at it and digs her nails into it, “Harry…”. His head pops up and he lets out a whimper. The thought of her saying his name and what it would sound like floated around his mind for so long that when he actually heard it, he thought he was dreaming.
“Yes, baby?” He rests his head on the shoulder of the arm she’s holding, looking up at her with raised eyebrows.
“Come up here with me.” Her voice sounds tired and sweet, and like it was just meant for his ears. He crawls up her body, smiling at her when he reaches her face. “You have a great smile.“
He kisses her nose, "Thank you.” They start off with a slow kiss, just soft pecks and teasing tongues. Y/N deepens it, making it hungry and passionate. It becomes needy for both of them. They whine and tear at whatever clothes they have on. “On sec.” Harry climbs off of her, reaching on the floor to pull out the condom from his jeans. Y/N pokes her toe at his backside and he returns, rubbing the skin, “You’re playful.”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I can be.” She watches him roll the condom on and give himself a few strokes.
“How do you want it?” He bites his lip as she spreads her legs. She touches herself and puts on a fake thinking face. His strokes end up matching her own and he thinks his mouth actually waters, “Playful and cruel.”
She giggles, yet again sending pings all over his body. “I want you to do it how you imagined it.”
Without hesitation, Harry blurts out, “Ride me.” He lays on his back, head on her pillows and desperately waits for her to get on top of him. She swings her leg over and takes a deep breath. She knows it’ll stretch her and she’ll have to go down slowly. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, “Nothing.” He notices her hands adding pressure to his chest and the concentration on her face. There’s something.
He places his hands on her hips to rub them in encouragement. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” She has him in her comfortably and wiggles a bit. “I like how you can be so cute while being so filthy.” She smiles and begins to find a good rhythm. “I bet you’re the sweetest girl there is.” Her palm meets with his butterfly to steady herself. She likes it, she likes to be talked to. “I bet everyone thinks you’re innocent, I bet you’re quiet.” She bites her lip and he squeezes her ass then slaps it, making her cry out in pleasure. “Am I the only one who knows how naughty you are? Is that somethin’ just for me?” She moans out a yes and he spanks her again. “Those boys you bring home don’t give you what they want, do they?” He pulls her down by the back of her neck when she doesn’t respond, “Do they?”
She whimpers, “No.” He flips her on her back and thrusts into her. Her legs widen and he grabs her by the hips. Harry spits into his hand and rubs her clit for a few moments before speeding up his movements.
Her fingers pull and twist her nipples and Harry’s grip on her tightens. “They don’t take the time to please you. They fuck you and leave. I’m gonna give you watch you want.” He does. He hits that’s spot almost every time, he feels himself twitch each time she contracts around him.
“I’m gonna come.” Her head falls back and her hands squeeze his wrists. “Gonna come.” He makes sure to get as close as he can to her clit, each little brush give her so much more. “Harder.” He obliges and pounds into her until those moans begin one loud, “Ohhhhh, fuck!” He moves, bringing himself down so his body is parallel to hers.
His dick continues to move in and out of her pussy as she comes down from her orgasm but at a much slower pace. A pace that makes it hard for him not to come right this second. “You want me to stop?”
She shakes her head and nibbles at his ear. “Come in me, Harry. Let me feel your cock come into my pussy.” His eyes close and he can’t bring himself to speak. It’s just her voice and the pleasure she gives him. “I know you’re there. I can feel you twitch in me. Think about how good a warm, wet, tight pussy feels, think about how good it feels to fill one up.” Her teeth dig into his earlobe and he wishes he could feel her bare. “Come on, baby. You said I was a princess, remember? Gimme what I want.”
He’s there and he wants to hear her say it. He needs to hear it. “What'dya want, Princess?”
She bites his lobe and pulls his hair, “Your come.” That was it. He grunts and shuts his eyes tight as he lets go.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His head rests on her chest and she plays with his hair. “I don’t think my limbs work.”
She kisses the top of his head and smiles, “Well, you’re gonna have to figure something out cause your giant head is crushing me.” He rolls off of her but rolls back to his side to face her. “What?”
“I don’t have a big head.” She leans over to kiss him and gets out of her bed, walking towards her bathroom.
She grabs a T-shirt and leans in the doorway, “Are you gonna be here when I get out?”
Harry sits up, smiles and ruffles his hair, “Can I stay?” Y/N nods. She smiles just a bright as he does.
The bathroom mirror shows wild hair and marks all over. Her mascara is smudged and her lips are red from kissing. She taps her fingers at the edge of the sink and sighs with a grin, “Harry.”
He can hear her shower squeak but it doesn’t break his thought of how insanely good all of this feels. He just slept with a complete stranger but it didn’t feel like it. He knew her body because she showed him. That alone made him hard again. She showed him the right way to please her. Harry rolls on his stomach and stretches. His body is spread out and completely naked. Her sheets are soft and the pillows are perfect. He’s about to doze off when he hears the water stop. His heart jumps and for some reason, his dick too. He sits up, resting his back against the headboard and a duvet draped over his lap.
Y/N makes her way back to bed and she’s shy again. Looking away from him and seeming self-conscious of her bare legs. “You stayed?”
He gives her a confused look, “Di-did you want me to go?” His heart sinks.
She shakes her head and pulls at the bottom of the shirt, “No. I just didn’t really know if you’d actually stay.”
His heart raises and he wipes his lip with his thumb. He shouldn’t look this good. “Well, I don’t think we’re done here.” He puts on one of those smiles and pulls back the covers for her. “Come to bed.” She snuggles in and he connects his stomach with her back. The covers are pulled over them and he moves her hair gently to nuzzle his face into her neck. “Do you mind a cuddle?”
Her hand rests on his arm that has enclosed her waist, “No. This is nice.”
“You’ve given me a nice evening.” He hums and rubs her sides, “Night with a princess.” She can feel him smile against her neck and she giggles. The sounds makes him feel warm. It makes him happy.
“You’re kind of silly aren’t you?”
“I’m silly? You know I watch you do more than be naughty?” He whispers the world as if it were a secret. “You dance around a lot and you throw your hands all over the place when you talk. I bet you sing real loud and talk to your cat in a funny voice.” He kisses her ear and moves back to his previous position. “Where’s your cat anyway?”
Y/N turns over to be face to face with him. His eyes are tired but he somehow always has a faint smile on his face. “You see me dance?”
Harry laughs at her complete disregard for the cat and kisses her hand before placing it on his chest. “You’re a funny girl. You can open yourself up to me in such a bad way but you don’t want me to see you dance. I love to watch you dance. You spin around and jump, make cute faces. I love to see your hips move.”
She looks away from him again, biting her lip. He grabs her chin and forces her to look at him, “What?”
“Why do you do that?” His glides his thumb across her lips as he moves his face closer to hers, “Are you embarrassed?” She shrugs. “Please don’t be.” He kisses her nose. “I’m sure you’ve seen me do some weird things.”
“You don’t wear a shirt under your sweater. That’s weird.” He scrunches up his face and guffaws.
He playfully rolls his eyes, “That is not weird.” She readjusts her head on the pillow and sighs, letting harry know she’s getting tired. He can feel her breathing slow and he watches her eyelids flutter. She seemed so simple from far away. It could be that he’s just had an incredible night or that he’s exhausted, but he feels all…anxious. She’s making him nervous but he likes it.
Harry eventually dozes off and sleeps hard, like he could’ve slept through an earthquake. The only thing to wake him up is a sudden overwhelming feeling of heat. His eyes fight to stay open but he finds Y/N on top of him. Her head is in the crook of his neck and her arms are wrapped around his head. He wraps his arms around her waist and attempts to move her but her thighs lock onto him and she groans, “Noooo.”
“You’re gonna make me sweat through the sheets, sweetheart.” Her nose pokes at his cheek and she groans again. “I know you’ve got coffee. Let me make you coffee.” He can feel her smile against his skin, making him smile with her. “Ah, the little monkey needs coffee.” She wiggles off of him and snuggles her face into the pillow. Harry pulls his boxer up his legs and shuffles toward the hall, but he jogs back to the bed and kisses the back of Y/N’s head, “Good morning.”
While in the kitchen, Harry discovers that while he does know Y/N is drinking coffee constantly he has no idea where she keeps the coffee. He tries not to bang around the kitchen too much. He opens almost every cupboard before finding it. He leans against the counter with his arms crossed, letting his mind drift as the coffee maker drips. He knows if he thinks about how wet she got he’ll get harder than his usual morning wood. He doesn’t want to bring her coffee with a side of hard dick, that makes him look greedy.
Harry tries to concentrate on making her cup and tries even harder to think about something else as he walks down the hall, hard as a rock. His cheeks tinge pink as he enters the room. She’s got her back against the headboard and he can see her nipples through her top. He’s so visibly hard that he apologizes and Y/N smiles as she takes her cup. “Thought I was supposed to be the shy one?”
She watches him shift and he sighs, clearly frustrated. “Do you, um, mind if I shower? I think I just need a bit more than coffee to wake up.” She tells him where the extra towels are and he hurries to the bathroom to take one of the coldest showers of his life. Which was all for not naught.
He walks in on Y/N, shirt thrown to the floor and panties god knows where else. Her hand is in between her legs and she’s looking him dead in the eye. He grabs himself through the towel and sit in her chair, that chair. “Morning.”
He unfolds the towel from his lower half and smirks as she widens her knees to give him a better view. He grabs hold of himself and begins to stroke, “Mmmph. That’s my girl.” He gets to see her work up close and personal now. He gets to watch from the foot of her bed and hear her. “Such a good girl givin’ me a surprise like that. You know Daddy likes to watch.” Her legs shake at the words and Harry takes notice. “Oh, you like that?” He gets up, stroking as he walks over to the bed, “Baby, that’s a whole new game.”
Y/n has never been a fan of bars but she’s quite a fan of cranberry vodkas. She’s been forced out of her apartment by her friend, Mel, who is already drunk and dancing with someone. Mel claims that y/n needs (deserves) a night away from her overbearing boyfriend, John. She couldn’t deny that John was a bit too much for her or she was a bit too much for him rather. It was the usual story where you meet a cute guy who treats you like the sun shines out of your ass then after a few years you both become trapped in a tomb together. The downright truth is that they fell out of love and they’re too used to each other to let go. John is set in his ways and well, a little boring. Y/n is shy but outgoing, she could have a good time playing chess or dancing on a table, you never know with her. “Would you be a dear and get us some refills?” Mel and Mr. Right Now can’t keep their hands off one another and for some reason can’t be bothered to get their own beverages.
“Can I have another one of these and two gins, please?” The bartender gives her a nod and walks to the other end of the bar. A few minutes go by and still, no drinks. She finds the bartender pouring shot after shot for a group of what looks like college girls in tight shirts. “Seriously? Hey, I’m taking my money back from the tip jar if you’re not gonna give me my drinks pal!” A pair of eyes dart towards Y/n but they don’t belong to the bartender, they belong to Harry Styles. Yeah, like that one. She doesn’t seem to notice him amongst the slew of girls. He makes his way through the tiny crowd, to where she’s slumped against the bar.
“I take it the gin isn’t for you?” Her eyes widen and she’s a little stunned. She tries her hardest to play to cool but she knows she probably looks foolish. He just kind of smiles at her and she might as well face plant the floor.
“What- What does that mean?” She straightens herself up and hopes to God that there’s nothing weird on her face. Harry moves a little closer to her, waving the bartender over.
“She wants a cranberry vodka and two gins,” He doesn’t even break eye contact with y/n while demanding this guy to make her drinks, “Girls who threaten bartenders while looking as good as you don’t drink gin.” Her drinks arrive, he grabs the glasses and pays the tab all before she even has a chance to think about it. “Where’re the rest of these drinks going?”
“We’re over here and you didn’t have to do that.” Harry follows her back to their booth where she’s greeted by Mel snatching the drink from Harry, not even saying thank you or noticing who he is.
“Wanted to. You should never pass up the opportunity to buy a beautiful girl a drink, especially if she’s so damn determined to steal her money back.” She can’t help but blush. She can’t remember the last time John told her she was beautiful.
“Well, thank you. You don’t have to stay here, you can go back to your, um, party.” His brows knit together and he leans in to her. Her heart begins to speed up and she begins to play with the silly little straw in her drink.
“Not exactly my kind of party, Love.” Something about his response makes her a bit sad, like he didn’t want to be here in the first place. His smile only appears again when she speaks.
“How come you’re not having your kind of party?” Y/n is now interested in a way she shouldn’t be, not with a boyfriend at home. She shouldn’t wish that he could scoot even closer or whisper his answers in her ear.
“What’s your name? I didn’t get a chance to ask, you were quite short with me.” His smirk makes her wish she was drinking straight moonshine.
“I was not!” She’s flushed and his smile has turned into a giggle. She sits back into the booth, sipping on her drink. He makes a note of how cute she is right now.
“Oh, easy now.” Harry starts laughing and it’s more intoxicating that her drink. “So, what’s your name?” Harry leans back to her, his arms brushing against hers.
“Y/n. I’m y/n.” Just as Harry is about to pull another line, Mel appears with a phone on her hand and she doesn’t look pleased at all. Mr. Right now his hot on her heels and hand his arms around her in seconds.
While slurring her words a bit Mel hands Y/n her phone and says, “It’s your boyfriend. Tell him you’re busy and come dance with me!” She takes the phone from her and prepares herself for an earful from John.
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“Y/n, it’s almost 1:30 in the morning. You know I hate it when you’re out late with Mel, you always end up babysitting. Help her and whatever guys she’s with get a cab and come home.” Y/n sighs and responds with an ‘okay’ before hanging up.
“Didn’t mean to try and chat you up when you’ve got someone waiting up on ya.” He’s still smiling which makes her feel warm, makes her feel happy he’s not an asshole like any other guy would be. “It was wonderful meeting you, y/n.” Harry kisses her on her cheek and slides out of the booth, winking at her before leaving.
“Oh my fucking God, were you talking to Harry Steeles, I mean Styles?” Mel can’t even get names right and Y/n thinks maybe it was a good idea John called. She calls a cab and tries to get her drunk friend in order. She loves Mel, but she can full such a handful at times. As the pair prepare to leave the bar, Mr. Right Now nowhere in sight, someone stops Y/n and gives her a slip of paper.
Let me know when you’re ready for
another cranberry vodka
xxx xxx xxxx
- H
She looked at the small paper over and over again on the ride home, hoping Mel was drunk enough not to remember and tell John at a later time. “H…” She says to herself, if only one small letter turned her on, what would spending an entire night in his presence do to her? She licks her lips at the thought. It was a little bit hard to believe that in only half an hour, she was hit on by a gorgeous, talented man and given his number. I did make her feel special, even if he did do this all the time.
Harry really did want her, he would’ve never been so persistent on a girl who had a boyfriend but there was something else, something different about y/n. He liked how her name sounded, he like how she looked. Her sassy nature and beautiful features were sure to stick with him. He left the bar shorty after she did. He was used to girls, even guys throwing themselves at him. He had the pick of the litter but he didn’t want them, he wanted y/n. Harry even argued with himself once he got home that it was probably the fact that he wanted what he couldn’t have or that maybe, he was genuinely interested in this beautiful girl.
When Y/n arrives home she notices that john is sitting in the living room wearing what he wore to work that morning and a bag at his feet. “John? Are you that mad at me? I didn’t mean to make you that angry, I mean, you didn’t sound angry. It’s just a night out with Mel.” John stands up and looks ragged, like he hasn’t slept in days.
“No. No, No, I’m not angry at you at all. I just, I just don’t think that I can stay here knowing what we both know.” Y/n tilts her head and a tear falls from her face.
“What do we know, John?” He might have been crying as well, she didn’t really want to look at him. She knew what was coming.
“We love each other but, this is just, not what it used to be. I’m not what I used to be. We want different things. You know it, Y/n. You know that it wasn’t gonna last much longer.” John has picked up his bag and hugs her. “I’m gonna go stay at James’ place. Um, call me if you need me.” At this point, Y/n is not sad, she’s not angry. She’s alone.
THREE WEEKS LATER
“Ya know that John was gonna turn you into a total bore!” Mel says, sipping on her coffee.
“Don’t talk down to him, aright? There was a reason it lasted as long as it did, our love just turned into something else.” You try to keep it short and not think about it. Yeah, John was a little plain but he was her best friend. She’s going to miss him no matter how it ended. Y/n is about to tell Mel that she no longer wanted to talk about it when she grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing at all, other than Harry fucking Styles is in here.” She could slap Mel, just slap her right across the face. “I’m gonna go…look at the shoes.”
“No! Wait, ugh.” Before she knows it, Mel is gone. She pretends to admire a neatly folded sweater in hope that he doesn’t notice her. She carefully makes her way around the shop until she doesn’t see him anymore. Relief and disappointment washes over her at the same time. It would’ve been nice to hear that voice. His voice was the center of her thoughts even though John had just left. It was smooth but raspy and you had no idea it was so deep. As always, Mel appears with a dress in her hands.
“Go try this on. It would look so good on you, you could wear it anywhere. You could wear it for brunch or bowling, Oh! You could even wear it while shark hunting!” You could never deny that goofiness that she brought, that’s why you two got on so well. She could always make you laugh in any situation.
“Because I’m an avid shark hunter? You’re so weird Mel. ” You say as you make your way to the fitting rooms. The attendant smiles at you and tells you number six is free. “Four, Five, ok, six, oh my god.”
“Well, hello to you too, Love.” Harry is sat upon the small stool that is in room six. Y/n’s mind is running 1,000 miles per hour. She’s not even sure if this moment is really happening.
“What ae you doing! How did you know I was gonna be in this room?” Harry smiles wide and her stomach flips. His dimples are so deep and his eyes are so green she thinks she may have ran out of air. He walks over and shuts the door, motioning her to sit on the stool.
“Paid that lady at the front and to my surprise I ran into your friend, who was very eager to tell me that you are sadly without a mate.” He smile has become a smirk and she can feel it in her bones that he has some sort of devilish plan up his sleeve.
“Yes, that’s true. Now, can you wait or something? Mel wants me to try this on.” Harry starts to laugh, which confirms to her that this is a game for him.
“Why are you laughing?” Y/n is amused but also a little annoyed. If she were being technical, she was annoyed with herself, not Harry. She felt like a fool trying not to stare at him.
“You’re trying it on for me, Babe.” His looks could be deadly. She lets out a huff and he smirks again. She can’t wrap her head around the situation.
“What?” He’s come closer to her, inches from her face.
“I picked that out for you, d’you like it?” Harry’s voice is just above a whisper, his eyes burning into hers. If she wanted to, she knows that she could kiss him but she doesn’t. Instead she pushes the dress into his arms.
“I don’t like satin, Babe.” Harry is taken aback but follows her out of the fitting area. He gives the dress to the attendant and catches up with Y/n.
“You’re not getting rid of me,” Y/n didn’t want to get rid of him, she wanted him around. “We might as well go out to dinner.” She wishes she had that confidence he did.
“You don’t give up, do you Harry?” That was the first time she said his name and he found it a proper delight. The sound of his name rolling off of her tongue made him think about what he could do to her to make her yell it out for him.
“Not when I feel like something is right.” Y/n smiles and steps closer to him.
“Fine. I’ll go to dinner with you but nothin’ fancy. That’s like third or fourth date stuff.” She can’t believe she just agreed to go on a date. She didn’t picture dating anytime soon and now she’s agreed to go on a date with Harry.
“Oh, so I’m already booked in for a fourth date before my first. I must be better than I thought.” Harry winks at her and she rolls her eyes. She’s never been this comfortable with a guy, she’s usually shy before she lets it all out.
“Don’t get too cocky now. Wouldn’t want to jinx yourself, would you?” His stare becomes intense and she can feel it, “Now, what?” She really can’t figure him out.
He comes close to her ear and whispers, “I really wish you liked satin, Baby.” Y/n is very familiar with the feeling between her legs and blushes. “I already got your address from Mel, I’ll be there around 7:30.” Harry kisses her cheek and winks, just like that night at the bar.
PART TWO
Y/n can’t decide if she’s pissed off at Mel or if she wants to buy her flowers and send her on vacation. She can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if she didn’t bring a friend with her. She finds her sitting on the bench outside with a smug look in her face. “So, you goin’ out tonight, yeah?”
Y/n’s is rolling her eyes and has a stance that looks as if she’s ready to kill. “I can’t believe you. You little sneak, what the hell happened? What did he say?” Mel hooks her arm with hers and takes her for a stroll down the shops.
“Well, when I was at the shoes he spotted me and asked me if I remembered that night at the bar. I told him that I remembered the two of you getting cozy in the booth. Did you notice how great his smile is? Smelled nice, too. Anyway, he was like ‘I have an idea, but you’ve gotta help me’. He handed me this dress, which was fucking beautiful, you idiot, and here we are.” Y/n’s mind is on fire, she has so many questions, but no one could answer then but Harry. Why is he so persistent when he could have any girl? What was so special about her? She’s just Y/n.
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“He didn’t really tell me anything, he just said that YOU gave him my address and that he’s picking me up. What am I supposed to wear? What are we even doing?” Mel is more than happy to rush them home and help her find something to wear. On the train, they discuss what could be happening tonight. Y/n tries to pry information out of Mel, but she swears up and down that she has no idea. What does he have planned and why would he want to buy her a dress?
“You should keep your hair how it is, that’s how he’s seen it the times he’s saw you. He clearly likes the natural you, we’re just gonna jazz you up a smidge.” Y/n thinks she’s rolled her eyes about fifty times today, but she wishes it was over with. Her nerves are on high and her stomach hurts a little bit, she hadn’t been on a date in three years and now she’s going out with a famous musician.
“How jazzed up am I supposed to get? I told him that I wasn’t going if it was a fancy place.” She flops herself on her bed and sighs, Mel following her actions so that they’re side by side.
“Well it’s not super fancy but I mean you want to look nice.” Y/n shoots up and pinched her. “Ow! What the fuck?”
“You told me you didn’t know anything! If you don’t know then how do you know it’s not really fancy?” Y/n’s has a smile on her face even though she’s frustrated.
“Ok so I may or may not know what he has planned but I will not tell you because you deserve a good night! Just go and don’t worry about it, please. You’ve been moping around for three weeks and somehow don’t care that johns gone out when people.” It was true, she just wanted to see john happy and he wanted the same. He would always ask how she was. “Go out with Harry. It’s 6 o’clock, go get ready.”
In a slight panic, y/n rushes into her bathroom and trips, surely bruising her knee. She hears Mel laughing in her bedroom and suggests that she may want to consider jeans. After brushing her teeth, she stares into her closet which might as well be empty. She’s convinced that she has nothing to wear until Mel pulls out a plain black T-shirt dress. “Is this too plain?” Mel is now the one to roll her eyes.
“Y/n this is so flattering on you and you wear all black 99% of the time anyway. You always look great.” Y/n gives herself a once-over in the mirror before turning back to her friend. “See, beautiful.” Y/n smiles at her just when there’s a knock on the door.
“No, it can’t be him it’s only 7!” Y/n tells Mel to be quiet and rushes to the door. “Ok, you got this.” She swings open the door and his greeted by Harry. He looks so good that Y/n would always feel underdressed compared to him. “Hi, you’re a bit early.”
“I got a little eager. You look lovely.” Harry up and downs her and she’s not the least bit offended. He grabs her hand and pulls her a bit closer, not so close that he’s in her face but close enough to whisper. “Are you ready?” You nod your head and he ushers you to his car. The car ride starts off silent and she feels a little awkward. “You just gonna sit there and look cute or are you gonna talk to me?”
“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I just…” She becomes twisted in her own words and becomes embarrassed. She hasn’t had to do this in a long time, she’s excited and can feel it all over. Harry just smiles at her and turns the music off.
“You don’t have to be sorry, don’t need to be. It’s the first date, If it goes horribly wrong, I promise you don’t have to see me ever again.” Y/n giggles and has to cover her mouth. “What, What are you giggling about?”
“Well, Harry. It’s actually quite hard to get away from someone when their face is on every magazine.” She looks at him and wonders how she’s so suddenly comfortable.
“I guess you can always find me if you miss me, huh?” Oh, he can be so smug. Y/n looks down in her lap and keeps laughing.
“I guess you’re right.” The car ride is surprisingly shorter than she thought. They’ve arrived at what she assumes is his place. She starts to panic because what if he didn’t want to date her? He just wanted a fuck with a girl who turned him down. Harry comes around to open her door and escort her into the building. “So, is… is this where you live?”
“Yes, but our date is on the roof, not in my flat.” The roof? Y/n is a confused by him and wonders if it’s hard for everyone to read him. He holds her hand in the elevator and when the doors open, y/n gasps in awe. The view is spectacular, but the roof is beautiful itself. There are lights strung above them and a small table with two chairs. As she moves closer to the table, she notices the food is waiting for them and flowers in the center. A fresh vase of tulips. She turns around to him, smiling widely.
“This is amazing, Harry. Tulips are my favorite, especially purple.” She gently touches them and Harry sits with her, examining how the color of her eyes seems brighter when she smiles. “Did Mel tell you?”
“No. I picked the prettiest flowers they had. Prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.” She blushes and pokes his arm.
“You don’t need to pull any more lines. I’m already on the date.” He pretends to be offended and puts his hand to his chest.
“M’not pulling lines.” They both laugh and y/n throws her napkin on her plate.
“Harry, you’re pulling lines! Just talk to me. How was your day? What’d you do?” Harry leans back in his seat and takes a drink.
“Well, I tried to buy a girl a dress and it didn’t exactly go well but she did agree to go out with me,” He looks her dead in the eyes, “then I thought about kissing her but I was too scared to ask her.”
Y/n’s heart races and she doesn’t really know what to say, it’s silent for a few moments before she looks at him and speaks. “Why are you scared to ask her?” She clears her throat a bit and looks back down at her hands.
“Because I’m scared I won’t be able to stop if she lets me.” His eyes are fierce and she knows if she looks back into them she may not be going home tonight.
“What if she didn’t want you to stop?” She can hear him move in his seat and Harry puts his elbows on the table and bites lip. He looks at how her nose has a cute little scoop to it.
“I would tell her that she can kiss me anytime she wants.” y/n finally looks at him, but a loud boom takes her attention to the sky. “So much for being romantic I guess,” he hurries her out of her seat to the covering at the door, “I’m sorry. I should’ve checked the weather.” The pair is wedge together under the small dry place.
“It’s ok. The view is still nice.” She can feel his breath against the side of her face and smell his cologne. Harry apologizes a few more time before leading her back to the elevator.
“I have more flowers at the apartment. I was going to send them to you tomorrow but your’s kind of, um, drowned up there.” The doors ding and slowly open. To y/n’s surprise, his home is completely ordinary if you don’t count the artwork on the wall, which she’s sure could pay off any kind of debt she has and then some. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
Y/n sits on an absurdly comfortable couch and is more than tempted to kick her feet up. She’s facing the balcony, watching the rain come down when Harry arrives. He has two glasses in his hand, one being her favorite drink and the other, his. “So, what’s your drink?”
“Rum and coke.” He sits and smiles at her body language. How she gets comfortable then tenses up. “You know, we don’t have to stay here. There’s plenty to do.” She rests her head on the back of the couch, fiddling with the rim on her glass.
“No, I like it. I like how the rain looks from here.” She really does like it despite how nervous she is. Harry grabs her drink and sits it on the table. Y/n give him a look and smacks her lips. “We’ll that wasn’t very nice.”
“I want you to look at me, y/n. I want you to know that I want to spend time with you, not just for the night. I saw you at the bar and it was like you were the only person there, you were to me anyway. There’s something about you, whatever it is, I want it and that guy is an idiot for letting it go.” Harry was reading her mind and she was speechless. “I’m going to kiss you now. Please don’t stop me.”
Y/n has no hesitation when his lips touch hers. She allows him to fall into her and move her closer. His kisses are hungry and she has a tight trip on his shirt. His arm wraps around her back and pulls her down so that he’s hovering over her. Her legs move to his sides and her hand to his hair. Harry grunts as his hand glides up her thigh. “Your skin’s soft, lips too.” Y/n smiles into the kiss, forgetting his compliment as soon as his tongue hits hers again. The fly of his jeans is rubbing against her crotch and she squeezes her thighs around him and a moan escapes. Harry stops kissing her and grabs her thigh tighter, jutting his hips into her. Y/n’s eyes close and she lets out a small gasp. “Come to my room with me.”
In a matter of seconds, y/n is being lead to his bedroom. There are so many thoughts running through her mind but when Harry picks her up and begins kissing her again, there’s nothing to think about. She was never going to let passion go to waste again. Harry wants her and she wants him if tonight is the only night they have together, so be it.
PART THREE
In a matter of seconds, y/n is being lead to his bedroom. There are so many thoughts running through her mind but when Harry picks her up and begins kissing her again, there’s nothing to think about. She was never going to let passion go to waste again. Harry wants her and she wants him if tonight is the only night they have together, so be it.
With Harry’s arm holding her up and a hand frantically switching the lightswitch up and down, he huffs, “Gonna lay you down on the bed. Lights burned out.” She was expecting to be plopped down, but he was so gentle. He laid her down like she was made of glass, kissing her softly before unwrapping his arms from her.
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“We don’t need lights.” She watched Harry make his way to each side of the bed, turning on lamps.
He makes his way back to her, standing so that she’s eye level with the tiny sliver of skin showing between his jeans and shirt. “Oh, but I haven’t been thinking about you nonstop for weeks to play with you in the dark.” He brings his hand up to her face and grazes his thumb over her lip, “Unless, that’s something you want. You wanna play a game with me?” She kisses his thumb before nodding.
“I’m gonna turn these lights off, close the curtains and you’re gonna take your clothes off for me, ok? Is that ok, baby?”
Y/n becomes covered in goosebumps and almost stands up too fast. She watches him close the curtains and turn off the lamps, his eyes staying with hers until the room is pitch black. She starts to speak but her voice trembles, she’s not sure what to do or say. “Harry,” her small voice is barely a whisper. She knows he’s there but where is he? It feels like an eternity before his mouth collides with hers. Her arms fall around his neck, but he moves them so they’re pointing up to the ceiling.
“M'gonna take your dress off.” His hands fall down to her sides, pulling the dress up from the bottom. She can feel how close he is to her and the brush of his fingers feels so much…more. “It’s killing me not to know what color your bra and panties are.” Harry’s little laugh eases her, making her laugh as well.
“Well, you might be pleased to know that I’m not wearing a bra,” she steps closer to him letting her hard nipples brush against his shirt, “and my panties are purple.”
Harry swallows and licks his lips, thinking how he missed that when he took her dress off.
“Very naughty, y/n. And purple just like your flowers,” he puts an arm around her and pulls her flush against him so that he’s near her ear, “my little tulip, yeah?”
The thought of Harry calling her ‘My’ anything sends her nerves in a high. Her hands rest of his chest and his on her lower back. She makes a squeak of agreement and Harry back away from her. She can hear his feet shuffle but cannot place where he is in the room. “Where are you?” She can hear his goofy laugh, giving her the exact location. She keeps walking until she bumps into his legs, which are now bare. “Found you.”
“You did. Would you like to find me again or receive your award?” Y/n actually stops to think, an award? What could that be? If she finds him again, will he be naked?
“What did I win?” He searches for her arm, finds it and pulls her down on his lap. He’s sitting in the big chair by the door, as she walked in earlier she noticed it was leather and how refreshing the cold material must feel when it’s hot.
Harry holds y/n’s hips as he gently moves against her, nothing to really get her off, but something to surely get her worked up. “You won a ticket.” He can feel her breathing pick up again and he smirks to himself.
“Oh, a tic-ticket?” Her hands are now on the back of the chair and her chest is very close to Harry’s face. Each time his hips move her slightly upward, she can feel hot air tease her nipple.
It takes Harry all the he has not to shove her chest in his face and assault her pretty little nipples, which he knows are nice and pebbled for him. “Mhmm, a ticket that lets you ride whatever part of my body you wish.” Y/n’s thighs grip his, her nails dig into the chair, her whole body tenses. “You like that don’t you, tulip? You like riding, grinding these sexy hips into someone?” Y/n moans and whimpers. Harry knew that she’d be this way, physically responsive and why he can’t feel it, dripping wet. His hands move to the swell of her ass, caressing gently before moving her panties to the side. “When was the last time someone had the pleasure of burying their face into your pussy or you made his jeans wet when you rutted yourself against his thigh? Hmm? Tell me.” Two skillful fingers rub her from behind, making her chest fly forward. While she and John did rub up against each other like mad in the beginning, he never pleasures her orally and she had only given him head once.
“A - Oh - I’ve never, a long time.” Harry’s mouth finally encloses a nipple giving y/n an extreme dose of pleasure.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. Baby, did he ever get you this wet? Did he ever show you what your body could do?” The truth is no, y/n hasn’t even slept with Harry yet and this is the best she’s ever felt. She can’t think of a time where she was spoken to or praised like this.
“No. Never.” Harry barely brushes against her clit and she yelps. She can feel him hum against her and moves them to the bed in a rush. Lying on her back and kissing down her body, she can’t help but reach for him. “Give me your hands.” He obliges and laces them together while he kisses.
“If you were mine, I would worship you every night. I would, hold on,” Harry takes her panties off before intertwining their fingers again and making y/n’s heart drop, “I would keep you happy in so many ways.” She has no words other than his name and now that Harry is kissing just above her pussy, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to even think.
“Harry, I don’t, um, I’ve never…” He stops kissing and flies back up to her face.
“Are you telling me that no one has ever done this for you?” Even though it’s very dark, she thinks she can see his shocked face.
“We just never had time for…that. It’s not a big deal I just don’t know what to expect.” He kisses her lips once more before returning downward.
“I’m turning on the lights.” Before y/n can ask him why, she’s greeted by Harry who is only left in his boxers. The light makes her squint and when her eyes adjust she sits up a bit, analyzing his tattoos. “What? Am I showing? I didn’t think these were the ones with the broken button.” Y/n laughs and shakes her head no. She can’t help but smile at him. He can be so sexy but such a dork. “Oh, so you were admirin’ me, huh? Well, let me tell you, it’s taking every ounce of me not to plow into you right now.”
Her eyes go wide and she giggles yet again. “Oh, really now? That why you turned on the lights? To plow me in proper lighting?” Harry comes to the bed and lays beside her, hand traveling down so that he can tease her with his fingers.
“No, it’s so I can see how you look when I eat your pussy for the first time.” She blinks a few times, not knowing what to say. “You want me to?” He nibbles on her ear a little, “I can make you feel so good. Don’t hold back, it’s taking all you have not to moan right now isn’t it? My finger playing with your clit has got your legs shaking but why you all shy now? Hmm, tulip? You were being such a good girl for me in that chair. You took your award so nicely. Imagine what my mouth would do,” she can no longer hold in her cries. They start off slow and become stronger as he continues to speak. “Imagine what Daddy’s mouth can do to your good little pussy.”
“Harry,” he bites her ear and slaps her clit.
“It’s a new game now. Call me Daddy.” Y/n doesn’t know how she’s even able to comprehend her words. She’s so turned on that she aches, she has an actual burn for him.
“Daddy, show me.” Harry is exuding confidence, but he’s never had the balls to be this way. He’s never had the confidence to have a girl call him Daddy. It was his go to for porn when he was away. In his mind, he was Daddy who worshiped his girls’ body. He would please her and tease her until she cried out for him. If his little girl was bad for him, he would spank her and pull her hair so she could choke on his dick. The last three weeks, y/n has been on his mind. That cranberry vodka kiss wrapped around his cock. His new title goes straight to his cock and he’s harder than before. He kisses down to her hip bone and sucks until she wiggles and fights laughter.
“Smile for me. Smile for Daddy.” But her smile quickly falls when his lips kiss her gently. Her brows pull together and he darts his tongue in.
“Oooh.” Y/n can’t believe that she’s gone so long without this. Harry’s wet tongue exploring her and kissing her. He brings a hand a hand up to spread her open before really getting into it. He gives her small flicks against her little mound of nerves, then long broad ones. Y/n grabs his hair and moans loudly. Harry has wrapped his lips around her clit and begins to suck. "Oh fuck! Yeah. Yeah. Right there.“
“Right there, baby?” Harry sucks again,“ you like that?” He looks up to her and finds that her mouth is open and gasping every few seconds. She’s close.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy.” Harry’s eyes roll back into his head, he didn’t even have to tell her. She called him Daddy and he was gonna make her feel good but first, he was going to let her calm down so he could fuck her properly. “Wha- no, don’t stop. Please.” Y/n needs to feel him, anywhere. She needs his contact.
“Just a moment. You’ve been so good, you wanna do something for me?” She shakes her head so fast that it may fall off. “You wanna suck my cock? Daddy’s been thinking about that beautiful mouth wrapped around him for weeks, you know that?” Y/n is speechless once again, but oh so willing. “Get on your knees for me, ok? Yes, good girl.” Harry puts a small pillow on her knees as she kneels.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Y/n winks at him, causing his left dimple to pop.
“Mmm, you’re so cute.” He meant it. Even with such a dirty scene below him, she was so adorable that it was sexy.
“I’m not good at this…” Her eyes fall a bit and he cups her chin.
“I wouldn’t have you do this if you didn’t want to, you know? You don’t have to, you give me pleasure by just being here tonight. We can stop whenever you want.” Y/n is captivating by how he has the power to make her do anything he wanted but he would never take advantage.
“Tell me how, I want to.” She grasps him in her hand and bites her lip.
“Just do what you know, baby.” He moves her hair out of her face and she begins to lick him. First, all the way up then swirling around. Harry is just about to tell her to do a little more when she puts as much of him as she can in her mouth. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” She looks up at him with a mouth full of dick, making him groan. “I don’t need to tell you how, you’re so good, baby, you’re so so good.”
Y/n is proud of herself. The sounds of Harry’s approval coming in grunts gets her wetter. She tried to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until she gets that satisfactory gag.
“Easy, we have all night, love.” Even though Harry was extremely turned on by her gagging on him, he wanted the night to be about her and what she wanted to do. It becomes even harder for him to stand still when her hands come to his thighs and he accidentally pulls her hair a little.
“Mmph!” A little cry comes from her mouth and he immediately feels terrible and falls to his knees to rub her head.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I got carried away I guess.” She smiles and kisses him.
“If that’s you getting carried away on a first date, I can’t wait to see what happens next time.” With that, she stands up and lies down on the bed. “Come on, Daddy. Reward me.” Y/n was not about to let Harry’s persona fade away. She’s never had this with anyone and she was enjoying it. He stands in front on her, tugging slowly on himself and enjoying his view. “Is this my-” she’s cut off by Harry spitting into his own hand and continuing his tugging.
“Touch yourself.” Y/n is frozen and staring at his dick. She heard his request but cannot pry her eyes ways. He smacks her thigh and says, “I. Said. Touch. Your. Self.” Her hand flies to her pussy and she looks him in the eyes. “Don’t you dare ask me how. I can see it in your eyes, you know how. You know how you like it. I bet you play with yourself all the time, I bet that little pussy has been starved for attention.” All of this while watching Harry jerk himself off is setting her on fire. She’s rubbing her clit in small circles and when Harry catches the reflection of wetness on her fingers he stops, looking at her hungrily.
“What’s wrong?” She stops as well and sits up. Harry reaches for a condom in his night table and puts it on.
“Open your legs. Wider.” Y/n is already clenching when Harry hovers over her, making him gasp when he enters her. He’s bigger and fills her in a way that makes her dizzy. His pumps are so slow but well-articulated, causing y/n to let her head fall back and moan for him.
“Give me more. Harder.” Harry flips her on her belly and spanks her before he has her pulled up so his arm is around her waist and his face next to hers. He sinks back in causing her to whimper.
“You didn’t ask. How do good girls ask?” Y/n gasps and falls forward when he removes his arm from her. “Hmm? [spank] How do good little girls with naughty pussies ask?” She clenches around his cock and moans
“Please, daddy? Fuck me harder.” He rubs her ass to soothe her slap and grabs her hips. He pounds into her with full force and she yells for him, making him smirk. She wants Harry to please her and punish her. She wants to make him come. She just wants him sounding like an animal. “Tulip likes Daddy’s fat cock.” She heard him groan behind her. Wiggling back into him she says, “I want Daddy to know that he’s the only ones who’s ever pleased her like this.” He cursed under his breath and tries to keep his thrusts steady. “Did Daddy know that I thought about how good his cock would feel when we first met?” Harry spanks her and flips her on her back, still fucking her just as hard.
“That was very naughty,” Harry slaps her clit and she cries out his name. “You want Daddy or you want Harry? Because let me tell you something, only Daddy can fuck you this good.” He still can’t believe what she’s brought out in him. He begins to rub her clit until she’s grabbing the bed sheets. Harry is smiling to himself, he’s the only one to get her off like this and he wants to keep it that way. The thought makes his cock twitch and he needs her to come first, he was to see her in completely and utter pleasure.
“Oh god. Yeah, just like that. Like that, oh my god!” Harry can feel her come, pulsing around him and her legs tightening. “Come on, Daddy. Come for me.” He’s so close and he wishes he could fill up her sweet little pussy with come. ‘Another time’ he thinks to himself.
“Come here, baby. Ride me. Make me come.” Y/n sit on him and bounces as fast as she can. Her legs burn and her hip is starting to cramp, but she wants to be good for Harry. She sits flush against him and rocks back and forth when his hands move to her hips, “Fuck. That’s a good girl.” She begins to smile and so does Harry. “You happy? You happy riding Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes. I want you to come. I know you’re close,” she leans down to his ear and continues her movements, “You like getting fucked by girls like me, huh? You like when they call you Daddy? I can feel it. You’re so close. Come in me. Come in my pussy with your yummy, thick, cock.” Harry can’t handle to dirty words coming from her and comes hard. He holds her tight and lets out a deep grunt that she can feel as well. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Y/n, such a good girl.” She cuddles beside him and lets him catch his breathe.
“I mean it, thank you, not just for that but for the whole night.” Harry thinks she’s the most beautiful she’s ever been. She’s genuine, in any moment he knows that she’s one of those people who means what she says.
“I wanted to give you a real date. I wanted you to know that,” he pauses for a moment to turn to her,“ I want you to know that I didn’t just want this, I wanted a date and I want another one.”
“You have three remember? You’re already penciled in.” Harry flashes back to the clothing store and smiles.
“Well, while I get cleaned up, I fully expect you to be ready for the cuddle portion of our date. The balcony is exceptionally cozy when it rains.” Harry disappears into his bathroom and Y/n collects her underwear. She throws Harry shirt over her and grabs a blanket from the leather chair before heading down the hall. Once she finds the bar she makes them their drinks and pads to the balcony. He was right, the sound of the rain is very cozy. “Afraid ya ran out on me.” Harry sits beside you and recovers you both with the blanket.
“Not gonna run out. Why’d you say that?” She rests her head on him and he puts his arm around her.
“I’ve never done that before. That whole daddy thing, I wanted to but never had enough courage to do it. I thought that you might of like, thought about it after it happened and went home.” He puts his drink on the table and props his feet up.
“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to. It’s weird you know? Not what we did but how this is our first date. I feel completely comfortable right now. I feel myself.” Harry smiles and kisses the top of her head.
“Imagine how comfortable you’re gonna feel on those three dates you promised me.” She knows that he’s smirking, but they both feel it. Neither of them believes in fairy tales, but they know that this is going to last a long time.
Harry is new in town but Y/N has lived here her whole life and wouldn’t change a thing, well, maybe some things.
Y/N is sitting down on the outside patio of her favorite cafe. She’s writing in her notebook, just as she always is. She never writes about anything in particular or something that will ‘wow’ anyone. Her notebook contains all of these scribbles and feelings that someone would be so lucky to decipher. Just after the waiter comes to bring her what is probably her seventh cup of tea today, she notices one very tiny plop of water land on the page. Rain. “Can you put the tea on my tab, Jerry? I think I’m gonna get rained out.” She looks up to see that the sky is now a lovely gray. Y/N is rather fond of rain. She loves the way people run around frantically the second they see a dark cloud, but what she loves most is seeing the ones who don’t mind getting caught in a downpour at all. Those are her kind of people.
As she waves Jerry goodbye she notices a guy unlocking his bike from a pole. She studies his movements but completely unaware of doing so. His eyes. His eyes are on her now and she’s turned completely around, blushing. Y/N has seen him a few times before and, god, he’s so handsome. She can’t get him off her mind. He catches her staring and her body is flooded with embarrassment. She has no choice but to walk off and pretend it didn’t happen. For a moment, she forgets that it’s raining or where it is that she is going, she walks about a foot ahead of her door and has to backtrack.
Y/N’s apartment is very small but almost free. Her sister owns the flower shop underneath and cut her a pretty sweet deal, help keep up with orders and you gotta place to stay. The view from the balcony makes up for the cramped space. She’s covered it with plants and fairy lights, it’s cozy and no one can bother her up here. Expect for those thoughts about that green eyes bike boy.
Harry is shelving the new books in a stuffy bookstore. The owner is a nice old man who brings his dog to the store and honestly, that dog was the only reason he got the job. See, Harry is new in town and that little dog took a liking to him while Mr. Thomas was walking him. “You need a job, boy?” He did, he was quite desperate. Harry’s quiet but not shy, he likes to listen, observe. The old man liked that about him. He could tell he was a nice kid so he gave him a chance. “You about done with them fiction books?” Breaking him from his trance, he looks at Mr. Thomas.
“I have about half a box left then I’m all done,” he said with a smile. Little does his employer know, he’s been taking his sweet time to study the beautiful girl just a few yards away. She’s had so many cups of coffee or tea, he’s wondering how she’s not bouncing around in her seat. He can tell that she’s been writing something, which he immediately found interesting. Maybe she’s a writer or an artist. He realizes that love at first sight is completely ridiculous but he thinks he’s in love with the way her hand moves her hair out of her face or how she holds her pen. He shakes off his thoughts and continues putting the books away but his eyes glance at her every so often. He wasn’t sure why he was so intrigued. When Harry is done with all his work, he helps lock up and heads towards his bike.
It’s starting to rain but he doesn’t mind. His old red bike will do fine for the journey. Once his bike is unlocked, he turns and notices someone standing across the street. Her eyes. He’s looking at her eyes and can’t help but smile. She’s beautiful. The cafe girl turns her back on him for only a second before scampering off. He watches her walk away and wonders if he’ll see her tomorrow. He kind of hopes so, she was so pretty.
His bike ride home isn’t difficult until he reaches the dirt road that leads to the cabins. The road in which was practically dust earlier is quickly becoming a mud trap. He groans tiredly and picks up his bike, making the dreaded walk home. His house is located on the eastern side of town that it’s much quieter and secluded. It’s a change of pace from London, he didn’t even want to think about it. Sometimes it gets so quiet at night that he has to turn the radio on to fall asleep.
Harry tries to keep himself busy on the days that he doesn’t work. He’s only been here for three weeks and he’s acquired a very mundane routine for the off days. Read, take a walk, go to the market, make dinner, rub one out, shower, and convince himself that he’s interested in whatever book Mr. Thomas let him take home. Today is a bit different; he’s decided to spruce up the yard. He looks around his little lot and realizes he actually lives in a pit. The grass is patchy and the bushes are dead, the only positive points are the two trees that are perfect for a hammock. Harry always wanted a hammock.
Harry and Y/N have been flirting every time they run into each other at the farmers market. She’s the girl who delivers the flowers and he’s the one who enjoys fresh produce. It isn’t until she gets stuck in the mud during a delivery that they finally tell each other how they feel.
Y/N walks into the flower shop with an irritable mood due to tossing and turning all night, thinking about that stupid Styles. Not to mention those flower pots she broke. She has no time to adjust. Her sister is looking at her with a disgusting sweet look and it tips her off, “What? What do you want me to do?”
“I need you to deliver these little bushes and stuff to the east end after you drop these off at Tilly’s. Someone ordered them but doesn’t have a car.”
Y/N groans and looks at the clock, “But I don’t have a car, I have a bike with a cart.”
“Well, then you better get a move on.” She rolls her eyes at her sister and snatches the address card from her hands. Where is this place anyway? Barton Cabins? Great, she’ll never get the cart through there. It would be her luck that it would start pouring the rain as soon as she arrives at Tilly’s. It just had to be an outside market, it just had to. Y/N rushes under the little shelters, trying to protect the little tiny buds from drowning.
“Looks like you got here just in time!” Tilly laughs and pulls her under one of the awnings. “Want some coffee? It’s fresh.”
“I would but I have a delivery. They paid extra for same day and Vivi will kill me if she has to refund them.”
Tilly fiddles through a box and hands her a raincoat, “Don’t argue with me, Sugar. Here’s a thermos of coffee, too. When you deliver this person’s stuff, throw it in there face for making you go out in this.” Y/N can’t help but laugh at her, she’s such a lively old woman.
“Thank you. I’ll see you Wednesday, ok?” Tilly nods and waves then goes back into the little hut. She pulls the hood of her coat over her head and heads to the other side of town.
Harry is also on his way back, well, he’s on his way home. The chain on his bike broke, leaving him to walk into town and get one. The rain becomes so heavy that he can’t see very far ahead. He sees someone. It’s her, Y/N. Her voice is always so sweet. It’s heavenly, even with those words flying out of her mouth. He watches her struggle just a bit more before walking over to her. “You need some help?”
She looks up at him and he thinks he’s just died. He knows he’s smiling and god, he feels like a creep now. After what he thinks is about fifty years, she responds. “Oh, that’s very sweet of you and yes, please. I’m going to the forth cabin.”
“I think you’re bringing me my bushes…” he says while running a hand through his hair. Wow, his eyes are much greener than she remembered. Not coffee will be thrown in his face. He lifts the back of the cart while she pushes forward, both fighting the mud. They get the front tires out but have to focus on the back, which look doomed. “I’m sorry I’ve got you out in this, I just figured you would have a car.”
“It’s ok. If you ever go to the docks, the hills over there are actually worse. I can handle it.” Harry’s arm is touching hers as he pushes the cart and heart flutters. “So, why are you out in this rain?” She asks. Something about her is refreshing and cute. And still beautiful.
“Oh…um, my bike chain broke and I got caught in a downpour on my way back from the shops. Why are you out here?” He scolds himself, you know that, idiot. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I’m not the best conversationalist.”
She begins to speak again, slightly laughing. “That’s a shame when you got a voice like that,” he notices that she looks down at her feet when she speaks. He wants to know if she’s nervous, if in fact she does look at the ground when she’s nervous or if she’s just trying to be more careful where she steps. Harry smiles at her compliment and doesn’t even try to hide it. “I think we have it! Come on!” They both push and both of them lose their grip and the cart springs forward, making Harry tumble over top of Y/N and covering them both in mud.
“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He pulls her up and looks at her mud-covered knees and hands. The ends of her hair are muddy and there’s a bit of hair stuck to her cheek. He brings his hand to her cheek and wipes the skin, not even caring if it came off too forward. She only moves her head up and down, a little too enamored by how great he looks covered in mud. “Come on then, I’ll fix you some tea and call a car, yeah?”
He’s so nice and look how pink his lips are, oh my gosh and the mermaid on his arm, and wait, “What’s your name? I mean, you introduce yourself as Styles but that can’t be a first name.”
Harry takes over her cart, directing the handle bars down the messy road. “M’Harry. Harry Styles.” He smiles and he has perfect teeth and dimples. Did she dream him up? “And what’s your last name, love? You introduce yourself as Y/N.” What a smirk.
Love. That’s getting put down in her journal. “It’s L/N.” She steps on a rock and falls down, again. “Ow!”
He comes to her aid and quickly spots her bloody leg. “You, Miss L/N, are just as delicate as the flowers you deliver. Can you walk?” She nods and he holds out his hands for her. He pulls her up and she leans into him due to the pain in her shin. “Take that as a no. Sit on the bike with me, I’ll pedal.” She scoffs and is about to opposed when he stops her, “It’s fine. We’re on gravel now and the rains not letting up. Come on.”
She climbs on the bike seat and sighs, “This is so embarrassing.”
“I ripped my pants yesterday at the post office. Now, that’s embarrassing.” He swings his leg over and begins to pedal.
Y/N giggles, “Did you really?”
“Yeah. I dropped a letter and when I bent down they ripped right down me ass.” Y/N slapped his shoulder and laughs.
She even lets out a little snort, “Ok, that’s way more embarrassing.” The rest of the bike ride is silent and if it was awkward, she didn’t notice. She was too busy looking at the muscles in his back, how to moved and twisted while he turned.
The bike stops and she blinks the water droplets out of her lashes. “You need help getting off?”
“What?” Get your mind out of the gutter, Y/N.
“Can you get off the bike?” He holds out his hand again and she gladly takes it. She steps on the porch and lets out a sigh of relief that she’s out of the rain. She removes the jacket to reveal a powder blue dress. The thin fabric clings to her body and shows off every curve. Harry watches her lean against the pillar to look at her leg, which is a huge mess. “Let’s get you cleaned up? I feel terrible that I made you come out here, I don’t wanna be the reason that you get an infected leg. You can clean up.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.” They both leave their muddy shoes outside and Y/N Immediately gets the shivers. “Hey, do you have a phone? I should call my sister.”
He notices her shivering and he doesn’t know what to do to help her. He just feels guilty. “Of course.” He leads her to the phone and listens to her explain the horrific situation to her sister, who probably thinks he’s out to get Y/N or something. He leaves her to finish her call and heads to the kitchen to make some tea. He hears her feet shuffle into the kitchen and when he sees just how horrible she looks his heart breaks. She’s still cute as a button, but she’s miserable. “Come sit down. Let me see your leg.” He doesn’t give her time to lift it herself, he gently examines it and eases it down again. He goes to the sink and comes back with a warm rag to clean her up. “I’m so sorry.” He dabs at the tiny cuts and is tempted to kiss her skin every time she winces, but he can’t do that. That’s crazy. That’s weird.
“I’m just really clumsy. It’s not your fault.” She tries to control the chatter of her teeth but she just can’t, she’s freezing. “Ow!”
“I’m sorry. Sorry.” He winces along with her and they both jump when the kettle whistles. “Um, what tea do you like? I’ve got earl gray, lemon, peppermint,” He opens up another drawer and pulls a box out, “Oh, and another lemon.”
“I’ll take peppermint, thank you.”
“I don’t have any sugar left but I’m sure it’ll help warm you up.” He gives her a sad smile and repeatedly folds a napkin.
“Can I use your bathroom? I’m sure I look absolutely horrible.”
“But you couldn’t.” Her cheeks turn pink under the dirt and he clears his throat. “It’s um, It’s right beside the bed.” She smiles at him and sluggishly makes her way to the bathroom. When she looks in the mirror she wants to cry, and she does cry. She sits on the edge of the tub and has a pity party. “Y/N?” Damn it, she didn’t close the door. “Does your leg hurt? Do you want some aspirin?”
She continues to cry and blubber. “Today is so horrible. I’m just, I’m just,” she hiccups and he still finds her so cute, “I dropped two flower pots today and got stuck in this rain. I ruined one of my favorite dresses and I’m all bloody and I’m in a cute man’s bathroom and I look like a caveman.” She sobs and he understands why she’d be overwhelmed, tough day.
He crouches down in front of her, grabs a towel and wipes her face. “If it helps, I feel like a complete shit head. And you still look beautiful covered in dirt.”
She looks at him with tears in her eyes and sniffles, “I don’t feel beautiful, I feel gross and my hair is crunchy.”
Harry chews on his bottom lip, not sure what he can do for her. “I’ll be back in a sec.” He makes his way back to the kitchen to check on her tea. He adds a bit of honey and stirs it in on his way to the bathroom. He finds Y/N looking down at legs, all covered in splotches and dirt. “Tea’s ready. Found some honey for you, a little sweetness can help with a sour evening.” A smile appears on her face but she still doesn’t look up. “You want me to call a car, love?”
She nods her head and takes a deep breath, “Yeah. Viv told me it was getting’ bad out.” Harry brushes his thumb against the side her her knee and stands to leave the room again. The simple touch gave her goosebumps and she brushes it off by taking a sip of tea. She sets the cup down on the edge of the sink and stands, trying to smooth out the muddied dress. She gives herself another look in the mirror, frowning and huffing while she picks a leaf out of her hair.
A few moments later Harry reappears and leans against the door frame. His hands are fiddling with his shirt and he clears his throat, “So, um, the, uh, the cab can’t come out. The creek went over the bridge and, yeah.”
Y/N exhales, “I’m sorry I got you wrapped up in this. I’m quite dramatic.”
Harry comes closer to her and furrows his brows. “Oh, No. This is my fault. If I hadn’t made you come out here you’d be at home, all cozy and well, clean.” She looks so tired and he wants to make her feel better. “I don’t mean to be, like, forward but you can clean up here. I can give you some clothes and I have stew, got a good recipe. Just like me Mum’s.” He grins at the last few words and it makes her feel welcome. She likes that a simple meal can make him nostalgic. “At least let me give you a comb for your hair, you haven’t stopped messing with it since we got here.”
She picks at the clumped together strands of hair and tries to think of a reason to object but can’t. She would love a shower and stew, oh god yes. “I think I’d like to. For the cuts and stuff, you know?”
“Yes, of course.” He smiles brightly at her, knowing she’d used up all the hot water if she could. “The towels are in this closet and I’ll bring you something to put on. You like flannels or linen?”
He watches her remove her necklace and place it on the little shelf above the sink. “Oh, um, whichever. I-I’m not in the position to be picky.”
“I promise you’re not imposing. The hot water is a bit tricky, let it run for around 25 seconds before you add cold; otherwise, it tends to stay cold.” He lets outs a cute giggle, one that actually makes her stomach flip, “Got lots to fix around here.” Harry disappears and quickly reappears with folded clothes. “Just washed them s’morning.”
Y/N grabs the soft fabric and briefly touches his hand in passing, “Thank you for this. As soon as the bridge is clear, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“It’s no problem. I’ll go warm us up some of that stew. ‘Member what I said about the hot water, 25 seconds.” He taps the door and shuts it for her, leaving her alone to wash up. She peels off the dress, unknowingly letting a few dried clumps of mud fall to the floor. She hangs the dress and her bra on the back of the door. She tries to be discreet by stuff her underwear into one of the dress pockets.
Once in the shower, she feels like a new person. She feels lighter and refreshed. The shampoo and the soap, it smells like concentrated Harry and she loves it. She can’t pin point what the scent is but it’s just delicious. Just as she steps out of the tub, the lights begin to flicker. “Well, great.” Y/N envelopes herself in the soft shirt, which is a lot larger than she thought. Upon exiting the bathroom, she stumbles on the long legs of the pajamas and her head snaps to radio static. Harry is by the stove, filling a bowl with something that smells amazing.
“Said that it’s gonna be rainin’ all night. Come sit. I found some bigger bandages, it’ll cover that big one a lot better.” The lights flicker again and Harry sighs deeply. “Is it like, common for the electricity to go out around here?” She thinks he must not care for storms. His posture has straightened and he keeps looking out the windows when the rain pelts at them.
Y/N reapplies her band aids and continues to watch him. “Scared of the dark or something?”
His turns to walk towards the table and sets the bowls down. “I’m not scared of the dark. It gets cold at night and I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t know if I have enough wood for the fireplace.”
“Oh.” Her hands fiddle with the spoon beside the bowl and he joins her at the table. “I’ll be fine. The shower helped, thank you.”
Harry looks up from his bowl, chin resting on his hand and smiles sweetly at her. His smile falls as the lights flicker again. “I’m gonna go look for some candles and stuff. Why don’t you go sit in the living room, eh? There’s a blanket on the couch and I’ll start you a fire when I gather everything up.”
He pats her shoulder as he leaves the kitchen once again. He always has such a gentle touch and wow, nice hands. Y/N heads to the couch, bowl and all. She pulls the blanket over her legs and begins to eat the stew. The warmth of the broth lifts her spirits. She continues to eat even as she hears Harry reappear. “Harry, this is fantastic. Did you make this?”
“Yeah, the man I work for has a wife that’s always giving me recipe cards.” Her eyes lift from the bowl to respond but the sight before her leaves her speechless. Harrys arms are full of wood and there’s a lantern hanging from his forearm. His hair is wet and his shirt is clinging to him yet again. She can see that he has another tattoo on his chest but can’t make it out through his shirt. “You ok?”
Her cheeks turn pink and she looks to his face, “Yes. Just, um, a little tired maybe.” She just can’t keep her eyes off of him. He bends down to sort the pile of wood by the fireplace. His back is to her, giving her a full view of his back. His hands stack the logs strategically and he then throws a match into them.
“It should get goin’ soon. Bloody freezin’ out there.” Harry rubs his hands together and pokes at the fire. She feels the overwhelming urge to comfort him, make him feel warm. Within seconds she’s up off the couch and crouching down next to him. “What’s the matter?”
He looks so worried and he tries to study her face but he jumps a bit when her hand touches his cheek. “I could see you shaking from over there, stop trying to fight it.” He puts down the poker and leans his head into her hand. “It’s your turn to get some of that stew. I’ll be right back.” Harry is left wanting more of her touch when she scampers off. Her hand was so warm and soft.
A shiver knocks him out of his daze and he pulls the wet shirt from his body only to have it drop right back to his skin. “Runnin’ out of clothes.” He peels the shirt from himself, unknowingly revealing himself to Y/N. She stays in her place at the door way, perfectly mystified and concerned by the tiny round scars on his shoulders and chest. His skin looks soft but she knows it’s cold to the touch due to the rain. As Harry turns around with a shirt from the hamper he sees Y/N in the doorway. “Oh, I didn’t know you were back.” He walks up to her, not a care that he’s shirtless, and gladly takes the bowl from her hands. “Thank you. Now, go get back under the blanket, sweetheart.”
He winks at her, which clearly stops her heart as well as her legs. “Why don’t you dry off and we’ll eat together?”
“Alright.” He smiles before ducking into the bathroom. Y/N settles back to the couch, this time with an extra blanket to wrap around the both of them. While changing, the lights flicker heavily. “Shit.”
When he returns to find her laying on the couch, cocooned in a quilt. “Please, get under the blanket with me. It’s cold and I can’t feel anything from the fire yet.” Her plea is adorable; she looks like a lost kitten.
He cuddles in with her, rubbing her arms and accidently touching her nose with his, “I feel like there’re flowers all around when you’re with me.”
“Flowers?”
“Yeah, my own garden walking around with me at the market.” To his surprise, she kisses him. Her lips are soft and he suddenly feels self-conscious about his chapped ones. “I hear that’s a good way to keep warm.” She kisses him again and when he grabs her chest she moans. Just seconds after he puts his hand under her shirt the lights go out, and they stay out. “Lights went out.”
“I don’t care.” Their kisses become much more heated in the dark, more passionate and aggressive. Harry’s hand dances down from her chest to the drawstring of the pants. He begins to untie them and she begins to stutter, “Um, I’m a, I don’t…” He gives her a confused look but begins to understand what she means.
He prays that he hasn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “Do you mean, like, nothing at all?”
“Well, no. I mean, um, I’ve only been with one other person and he stopped before anything really happened.”
“I’ll have to make up for lost time then.” He rests his hand on her, feeling the short hair the heat coming off of her. “I don’t have to use just my hands; I can use my mouth.”
“Your mouth?” Her voice becomes higher and a tad squeaky from the anticipation.
His hand exits her pants and he generously licks one finger, “It’ll feel good. I promise.”
“But what do you mean?” Do people really do that? Don’t people just use their hands?
Harrys hand slowly slides back in her pajama bottoms and inhales sharply when he presses down into her folds, “I’ll kiss you right here,” He lightly grazes her clit and her thighs snap closed around his hand, “I know you’re nervous but you don’t need to be. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He rubs his finger is a tiny circle and her head falls back. “I would do this but with my tongue.” He removed his hand again, smiling as she whines. “Do you want that?” He kisses her neck and decides to mess with her just a bit more, “I bet you’ve got the sweetest little pussy. Just thinking about how good you must taste has me s’hard already. All the boys in town and ya picked me, s’honered.” Y/N bites her bottom lip and her legs involuntarily widen. The movement lets him know she needs some sort of relief. “What do you want me to do?”
She swallows and groans when he nibbles on her skin. “Do it.”
He knows what she means but he wants her to say it, “What?”
“The mouth thing. Do it. Please, just do it.” He gladly moves down her body.
Harry assists her in taking off the pants, lightly gasping at the fact that she isn’t wearing any underwear. He kisses her injured knee then gives her thighs special attention. “So soft.” He teases her by switching off between each thigh. After five grueling minutes, he kisses just above her slit. He kisses lower, landing on top of her clit and he moves her legs over his shoulders. He’s only planting gentle kisses on her but she’s already moaning. The butterflies in her belly turn into a pulsing in her pussy and she needs more. How has she gone this long without feeling this?
She can’t help the movement of her hips. The grinding into his face causes her to whimper and Harry to groan. “Feels so good. Oh my god.”
“I can make it better.” Before she can question it, he spreads her open with one hand and begins to lick and suck on her with no mercy. Y/N cries and moans for him not to stop and he couldn’t if he tried. She tastes just as good as he thought and she sounds so fucking good. He wants to feel how tight she is but he doesn’t want to hurt her. “Do you think a finger would be ok?” He keeps his thumb on her clit to replace his mouth, “If it hurts, I’ll stop. I just wanna make you feel good. You sound so fuckin’ good when I touch you.” She waits a moment before nodding her head. Y/N widens her legs even more and tries to focus on the sensation of his thumb.
He licks his finger and drags it down her folds before slowly entering it into her heat. The warmth that engulfs his finger is unlike to anything he’s ever felt before. He imagines how good it would feel on his dick and he groans loudly. “Oh…” She sounds surprised, pleasantly surprised.
“Is it good?” He then continues to the soft kisses on her center in place of his thumb. The vibrations of his voice against her just adds to the overwhelming feeling of it all. He very softly moves his finger inside her until he hears that long drawn out moan. He couldn’t explain to her how proud he is that he’s the first one to find that spot for her. He feels her squeeze around him and he’s so hard that it’s beginning to hurt. “Tell me how it feels.”
She tries to catch her breath but can’t bring herself to move her head to look at him. “It feels different but I like it. I like it.” He sucks on her clit just once and pumps his finger twice. “Oh god.”
“Tell me more, please.” He wants to hear her shaky voice; he wants to see if he can taunt her.
“I, uh, I feel just so fuckin’ good.” Her hand grips at the cushion below her and she finally looks down to see him do his magnificent work. “I feel dirty but I love it.” He then smiles against her but doesn’t are stop. “It feels soft but hard and everything feels wet. I can feel the tip of your nose and the stu-stubble on your chin.” She gulps and it feels so good that her eyes start watering. “I can feel your ring and I can’t stop thinking about licking it clean when you’re done.”
Harry stops his movements and looks at her, thinking she’s done something wrong she begins to panic. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re gonna kill me.” He kisses her once more, then her stomach before settling between her legs. “Put your hand in my hair and kiss me.” She doesn’t hesitate and begins to kiss him. His arm slips under her back and he moves his hips against her. The friction immediately gives her what she needs and she feels an unfamiliar tingle. The grip on his hair tightens and her leg swings around his back. He wedges his middle finger between them and fucks her with it while he moves his hips, “I wanna feel it. I wanna feel you come for me, Y/N.” He feels her pulse and he watches her struggle with what she should do. “Relax and let it happen. It’ll feel so good, I promise. I’ve got ya.” Her face buries into his neck and he feels the start of her orgasm. “That’s my girl.” She moans his name and moan louder when he thrusts his fingers upwards. Her thighs tighten then loosen around his waist. “Feel good?”
She only nods her head in agreeance. He removes his finger and she quickly grabs his wrist, directing the finger into her own mouth. Harry is speechless. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck, don’t be sorry. You suckin’ on my fingers like that makes me want to explode.” Y/N smiles and bites the tip of his finger before bringing it into her mouth again. He smiles at her, “Cheeky.”
They share another deep kiss but both jump at the sound of a loud clap of thunder. “I forgot about the storm.” Harry grazes her thigh and notices that the fire is dying down.
“Me too.” He kisses her nose and gets up, adjusting himself. “The fires dying a bit. How about I get it goin’ again and we get in bed?” He realizes his words are suggestive but he just wants to hold her. “I mean go to bed, like sleep.”
“I know what you meant, Harry.” She pops up off the couch and shimmies into the soft linen pajama pants. “Can I have a match for the lantern?” He hands her the tiny box and grabs her wrist before she can turn away. He pulls her to him and kisses her cheek. “I’ll sleep on the couch if you want.”
“No, you have to keep me warm.” She seems so innocent until she pecks his lips and heads to the bed in the corner. “I like this cabin.” Y/N lights the lantern then turns down the blankets and fluffs the pillows. She turns back to Harry, who is now walking toward her, unbuttoning his shirt.
“It’s quite small, but I like it too.” He hangs the shirt on a hook and runs a hand through his hair as he reaches for her, making them both tumble to the bed. She likes that he can be playful.
“Where’d you get these?” Harry rests his cheek on the top of her head and sighs heavily, glad that he has her to hold on to.
“Had a brother who went in with me but I was the only one who got out. They went right through me but I hit the ground so hard that he thought that was it for me. He was running over to me but didn’t make it.” She silent for a moment until she realizes what he’s talking about. Harry was a soldier.
Y/N kisses the scars on his chest and he kisses her forehead. “Is that why you came here?”
He holds her a little tighter and sighs, “Whenever I’d go down to the shops or see the guys, everyone would just look at me like I was a ghost like I wasn’t supposed to be the one who came home. He had a wife and a son, I don’t think she’s looked at me since it was over.”
“I’m sorry, Harry. For just everything.”
“It’s not your fault. You made getting covered in mud good again.” He sees a tiny smile creep over her face and he lifts her chin, “You know if you’re still feelin’ apologetic you could make it up to me with a kiss.”
“Oh can I, now?”
She kisses just under his ear and gives a tiny lick, “Mhmm.”
She kicks off her pajamas pants and goes back to kissing his neck, “What’re you doin?” She doesn’t answer, she just leaves sweet nibbles on his collar bones. “You don’t have to do that; I was just kiddin’.”
“I want more of you.” Her lips barely touch his neck and her hand is resting above the band of his underwear. He can see the blanket covering them move up and down slightly as he grows for her. She moves her hand to tug at his hip, signaling him to roll on top of her. She can feel him through his pants and she lifts the shirt over her head. Harry looks down at her chest, wide eyed and heart pounding. “You’re gonna have to keep me extra warm now.”
Harry watches the goosebumps rise on her skin as well as her nipples harden. “You’re naked.”
Y/N giggles, “Yes, I am.” Her eyes float down to where he’s hard and back up to his eyes.
“What’d ya want?” He kisses the corner of her mouth, up her cheek, then stops at her ear, “What’d you want me to do?”
“Take your shorts off.” Her thumbs are already connected in the hem of them, ready to pull them down herself.
“Are you sure?” He feels her fingers wiggle and his heart beats even faster. She nods and opens her legs, allowing him to get even closer. He removes his underwear and lowers himself back between her legs. He rests himself between her slit and her hands grasp his neck. Harry licks his hand then gives himself a quick stroke before place himself back to her. “I’m not gonna go in yet, ok?”
“Ok.” He slides himself up and down, both gasping when the head of his dick hits her clit.
He grabs hold of himself and positions so that the head his at her entrance. He strokes himself but never moves forward, instead, he returns to his previous position. The new wetness allows him to glide smoothly and firmly. He takes note of the look on her face, a look of nervousness and pleasure. “All you have to do is tell me to stop, I’ll stop, love.”
“I just, is it gonna hurt? The girls told me it would hurt.”
“I wish I could tell you. We don’t have to do it. I’ll use my mouth again.” His smirk is undeniably gorgeous; she bets that he was popular with all the girls back home.
“As fantastic as that was, I want to do this.” She pulls him closer and he kisses her softly. “Just be slow.”
Harry takes a deep breath and pushes himself forward, making sure to only go in what seems like a centimeter at a time. His forearms rest beside her shoulders and hands cradle the very top of her head. “Ya okay so far?”
She’s in no pain but it feels…stretched, foreign. “Yes, keep going.” He precedes until he’s fully in her, stopping due to her frozen expression. She suddenly feels sore and much fuller than before, but it’s good. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is hanging open.
“I’m gonna move again.” She stays silent but that first thrust releases a cry from her throat. “Do I need to stop? I’m sorry.”
They can’t stop now. She feels like just needs it. “No, no.”
Harry grunts, “I wish I could tell you how good this feels.”
“Try.” She could listen to him for hours.
“Warm and wet. Feels kind of, tight around me and,” Her hips meet his and he’s taken aback. It felt so damn good and she didn’t even realize what she did. She whimpers and he lowers his head to the front of her throat. “and so fuckin’ good.” He plants kisses on her throat and stills his hips, hoping that she’ll raise her hips again.
She whines and does just what he wanted, “Please don’t stop.” He doesn’t move and she wiggles her hips again. “Harry.”
“Yes, Sweetheart?” Her hand runs through his hair and he continues to kiss her neck.
He can feel her become impatient but he’s decided that loves the sound of her begging. “Move a little bit, please? Just a little bit.”
“Your turn to tell me how you feel.”
It’s hard to think up the words with him kissing on her neck like that, “More tingly than before. It burns but it feels so good.”
He has her widen her legs and he brings a hand down to hold her hip as he thrusts. “Gonna go faster and I’m not gonna stop, ok? Not until you tell me to.” She grabs his forearm and braces herself. His hips move at a steady rhythm and while her brows are pulled together, she keeps moaning out his name. “Doin’ so good for me. Fuck.” He gets a bit ahead of himself and begins to come undone. “I have to stop, I have to.” He pulls himself out, coming into his own hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
He feels embarrassed and kind of an ass, “Because you didn’t- Can you hand me that towel? Thank you. You didn’t come.”
“I did once today.” He can’t help but match her silly grin.
“Let me use my mouth again. It’ll be better than the first time.” How could it get better? He begins to lower his head down onto her and the feeling of his mouth takes her back to how good she felt on the couch. “Don’t hold back. When you feel it, let it go.” He spreads her open and this time, adds two fingers. “This good?”
“Oh fuck.” He smiles as he lowers is mouth to her clit. He moves his fingers and licks hard. She’s sore and tender but it still feels unlike anything else. “Do that thing you did before.”
He curves his fingers upward and she smiles at the sensation. He sucks on her and listens to her noises carefully. She starts off breathing deeply, then tiny groans and then moans for him not to stop. He couldn’t stop if he tried. Y/N puts her hand on the back of his neck and pushes down. His fingers and mouth speed up and he looks up at her when her thighs start to shake. He then feels it, that tightening around his fingers. He removes his mouth and watches her face as she comes. She says his name repeatedly and he kisses her thigh, “Such a pretty thing.”
She shivers and Harry pulls up the blanket with his body. “Do you do that to other girls?”
His brows furrow and his hand rests on her belly, “I’ve only had eyes for one girl since I got here. Funny story actually, the first time I saw her it was just starting to rain. When I got the chance to kiss her, the lights when out. And when I made her come for me, thunder shook the house. I’m beginning to think she’s some sort of goddess, Mother Nature maybe.”
She smiles to herself, “Mother Nature?”
“A goddess.” He kisses the side of Y/N’s head and begins to whisper, “Yeah. You see, she grows beautiful flowers and all sorts of plants. She always smells like honey. She’s sweet and tastes like it, too. Her kisses are magic; they can heal all kinds of things.”
She turns her body to him so that they’re face to face, “Magic, hmm?” His arm moves around her waist, pulling her closer allowing her head to rest on his bicep.
“Come to think of it, maybe she’s a witch. She could’ve cast a spell on me to make me fall in love with her.”
“What?” Y/N gasps, but keeps a smile on her face.
His eyes almost double in size, “What?”
Still smiling, she tries to look at his face. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” She pinches his back and he jumps. “Hey!”
“Harry Styles, you tell me what you said!” He looks at her with a pout and his eyes are sad. “Say it again.”
“Fallin’ for you.” He talks quietly, like a scared little boy or one who was just scolded for sneaking cookies before dinner. “Wasn’t sure before but I am now.”
He looks down and picks at the sheet between then but she lifts his head back up to kiss him, “Don’t have to be scared of me.” Her leg swing over his hip and nuzzles at his cheek. “Hold on to me.” He scoots her closer and smiles as her arm tucks under his, rubbing his back slightly. “I want you to fall asleep knowing I feel the same way and I want you to wake up knowing that I’m fully without a doubt in love with you.”
Harry goes to sleep thinking about flowers and Y/N. He drifts off feeling safe for the first time in a long time.
Harry and Y/N really know how to join the mile high club, don’t they?
You would think having a private plane wouldn’t be so boring, but with Harry falling asleep only 45 minutes into the 5-hour flight things aren’t exactly wild. Y/N has spent the last two hours attempting to read, play candy crush, and even watch a movie but her eyes keep going back to Harry. His shirt is undone all the way down with the exception of two meaningless buttons, his hair is wild from the beanie he was wearing earlier, and finally, his tight jeans that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Y/N bites her lip as she stares at him. The way his head is resting against the back of the chair makes her mind travel to the time she caught him touching himself. Her eyes zero in on his crotch and she remembers how hard and desperate he was. His ring clad fingers tugging at his dick, those candy pink lips gasping and moaning her name. She presses her thighs together and sighs. “Got somethin’ on your mind, sweetheart?” Her head snaps towards his and her mouth falls open. She didn’t realize that he had woken up and quite obviously didn’t notice that he caught her staring right at his dick.
She clears her throat and shifts in her seat. She can feel his eyes on her but she knows he’s the one with something on his mind and she’s not sure if she’ll be able to resist it. “I was just zoning out. You know my mind gets all scattered and, uh, stuff sometimes.”
He smirks at Y/N and unbuttons the rest of his shirt before palming himself through his jeans, “Oh, yeah? Mind if I zone out on you for a second?”
“Harry!” He laughs at her shocked expression and continues rubbing. “What if someone comes in the cabin?”
She can’t help but flicker her eyes between him and his hand and he laughs once more, “They won’t come in here. Especially when they hear anything…suspicious.” She only manages to blink at him and lick her lips. Harry grows harder as he looks at her and his smile falters, “Come here.” He stays seated but puts his arms in the air. She attempts to sit in his lap but he stops her, “No, no. Strip for me.”
Y/n hopes to god theirs no turbulence or this could be so unsexy so quickly. She stands between his widened leg and doesn’t a cute little turn for him. “Where should I start?” He looks up at her as he pops the button of his jeans and puts one finger in her pocket, tugging at her jeans. She turns her back to him, giving him a good view of her ass. They laugh together as she struggles out of her pants but when her underwear comes into view, Harry just sighs.
She’s bent over and he’s so tempted to tell her to stay there so he can fuck her into the next time zone. “You wore the ones with the little lacy front. M’favorites.” She faces him to show that he was correct. She glances down and sees that his hand has completely disappeared inside his boxers, squeezing and tugging in the small space that the painted on denim allows. Her hand slides into the front of her panties and he shakes his head, “Uh uh. Take the shirt off, leave the knickers.”
Y/N removes her hand from the sheer fabric and removes the t-shirt as she does a silly little dance while doing so. Once she pulls it over her head and shakes her hair out she throws the discarded fabric in his face, snorting when Harry catches it in his mouth and wiggles his eyebrows. “Good catch.”
He slips his finger into her panties to pull her forward while he pulls himself out of his jeans. “Get on your knees.” She lowers herself and looks him in the eye as she kisses the tip of his dick. Her hands glide up his thighs and move up his stomach as her mouth goes deeper. He feels himself hit the back of her throat and his hips rise slightly, “Shit, Y/N.” He watches her head bob up and down and listens to her labored breathing. He didn’t think he’d get this overwhelmed so fast. His hand rests on her cheek and he chokes out his words, “You’re getting me too worked up, baby. S’long flight. Fuck, it’s a long flight.”
He gently pulls her away and wipes her mouth with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” He can’t believe how cute she looks after doing something so dirty.
“Not a thing. Just your turn s’all.” He nods in the direction of the small table and takes off his shirt completely. “Lay down on this.” Y/N’s back rests against the cold surface and supports her heels on the edge of the table. This time, Harry gets on his knees and pulls her hips toward his face; allowing her thighs to rest on his shoulders. He plants small kisses on the warm skin and nibbles just to hear her hiss, he sucks to hear her moan. “Even your little moans are cute, y’know that?” He breathes over her underwear, “Did I tell ya these were my favorites?” He begins to kiss the fabric, dragging his lips up and down; side to side. He licks through the fabric a few times before pulling it away with his teeth and letting it snap back. “Lift up.” She obliges and her skin erupts with goosebumps as he removes her underwear and returns her thighs to their previous position.
Y/N’s breathing is already erratic and he hasn’t even begun. She knows what he can do with that mouth. Her fingers grip the sides of the table to prepare for what’s coming and, “Oh, fuck.” He doesn’t give her all he has, like he said, it’s a long flight. He makes a point to lick everywhere but her clit and he’s enjoying how frustrated she’s getting.
“Harry! Just fucking do it!” She removes a hand from the table and places it at the back of his head, pushing his face into her. He shakes his head away from her and wipes his mouth. She wines and bites her lip while he quickly inserting two fingers in her.
The other hand grabs the back of her neck, bringing their foreheads together, “That is not how we play this game. I decide.” Harry doesn’t stop his fingers or loosen the grip on her neck, “You don’t listen to me then you won’t get fucked this entire trip.” Her brows furrow as if to question him and he pulls his fingers out to slap her clit hard. “You think I don’t mean it?” He slaps her again and smiles when her eyes close, “Huh?”
Her head lulls back with his hand still behind her head and she grins, “Nope.”
“Is that right?” She turns her head to the side to catch his thumb. She pulls it into her mouth and bites. “You think that’s-“ He’s cut off with a slap to the face and he groans so deeply Y/N swears she can feel it vibrate in his fingers.
She kisses his cheek and then his lips, “Don’t fuck with me, H.”
“Fine then. I won’t.” His fingers pull from her and he returns to his seat, stroking himself. “I’ll fuck myself.” He thumbs at his tip and makes direct eye contact with her. He massages his balls and exhales deeply. “Touch yourself.” Her eyes narrow and he bites his lip. He knows that she wants him, she wants him to touch her. “Touch your fuckin’ pussy.” He watches her hand reach down and rub herself. It’s not long before she’s fighting to keep her eyes on him. “Look at me, look at what you make me do.” Her eyes shift to his hands. His grip is tighter and he’s much harder. Y/N rubs faster and her head falls back with the thought of Harry touching himself to her. “Stop.” She doesn’t listen to him and continues to move her hand in a steady circle. “I said stop!”
He’s on his feet in a flash and slaps her hand away, “But I was close.”
“I know.” Harry drops his jeans to his ankles and enters her slowly, “How’s that feel?”
“Can you- here, sit down, this hurts my back.” She pushes him into a seat and sinks down onto him. “Oooh, my god.”
Harry kisses her neck, “There we go, baby.” She anchors her hands on the table behind her and keeps up with her bouncing movement. He places both of his hands on her hips and brings his mouth around her nipple. He can feel her thighs tighten and her pussy clench. “Mmm, a little closer than we thought, eh?” He wraps his arms around her and tells her to go faster and he notices how bad she’s trying to keep all her whimpers silent. “I’m not gonna stop you this time, come for me.” He’ll never get over that face she makes; eyes shut tight and mouth parted with her head falling.
He lets her ride her orgasm out and soothingly rubs her back as she giggles, “The belt is digging into my knee.” Harry taps her side and asks her to bend over the table. Her legs are sore but she gladly repositions herself.
He grabs her hips and wastes no time with pounding into her. She shrieks and curses at him, asking for it harder. He spanks her and she moans loudly. “Just like me, always liked it when it stings, hmm?”
He slaps the skin again, leaving a mark on her that visibly shows his rings. “Fuck, Harry!”
They hear a soft knock on the door and their hearts drop but Harry doesn’t dare stop thrusting, “Um, Mr. Styles is everything alright?”
Y/N can’t stop her moaning and Harry has to cover her mouth, “Yes. Yes, everything’s fine!” He brings his attention back to her and thrusts even harder. “Shhh. Be a good girl. Be quiet.” He can feel her teeth dig into his palm and it spurs him on. He replaces his hand with his forearm and presses it to her face, “Bite me.” He knows she’s worn out and probably sore, but he needs it, “Come on, Love. Gimme mine.” Her teeth sink into the tattooed skin and he has to stifle a loud groan himself. He’s only got a few more pumps left in him so he makes them count, he goes the hardest, the deepest and the roughest he can. He can hear and even feel her muffled cries. “That was so fuckin good. So so good.” He moves her hair kiss and delicately kisses her neck. “What’d you say we do this on the way home?”
She scoffs but laughs, turning her head to give him more access, “It’s a date.”
The coldness of the sheet only reminds Harry that he’s by himself. So he lies there, thinking about how good it would feel just to have someone there. He just needs a cuddle. Oh, Y/N is always up for a cuddle, she happens to be his favorite kind of cuddle. If anyone would be there for him, it’s her. The two shared an undeniable connection, a bond that was probably weird to others. They were fully aware of their flirtatious actions and physical attraction to one another. They both craved any kind of attention from each other. He would run to hers if she needed a simple hug. He sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes before he dials her number. He feels guilty when he noticed the grogginess of her ‘Hello’.
“I’m sorry that I’m calling. It’s late but, um, yeah.” His voice has a slight hint of desperation and the raspy tone makes her head go all fuzzy.
“You ok? Not drunk are you?” Y/N giggles to herself, her tiredness settling into a slight delirium.
He’s always found her croaky voice so cute. “Yeah. I’m mean no, I’m not drunk. Will you come over here?”” He returns her giggle and hums into the phone.
“Well, right now? It’s half past 2.” Harry is silent for a few seconds, trying to picture her in her bed. He wonders if she’s snuggled into all of her warm blankets.
“I’ll send a car.” She becomes worried that he’s actually hurting or upset. Why is he being so persistent, and what is with that tone?
She sighs into the phone, thinking the situation is worse than it is, “Harry, are you ok?” He returns her sigh in a mocking tone. He was the only person she let tease her like that, she only let him mess around.
“Will you just come here?” She loudly gasps as she can’t get any word in with him and Harry silently laughs.
“…Yes, but-“ He cuts her off and raises his voice just a bit so she certainly couldn’t talk over him.
“Ok. I’ll see you soon.” Harry smiles to himself, knowing that she would cuss him out to herself for hanging up on her. He sits there for about 40 minutes, doing absolutely nothing but waiting for her. When the doorbell rings, he jumps out of the bed like his ass was on fire. He basically sprints to the door and argues with the lock to get her inside. She looks a bit sleepy and very cold. “Why are you wearing shorts?! Fuzzy ugly uggs can only keep you so warm.” Y/N pushes beside him as she gives him a scowl.
“I didn’t exactly have time to get all dolled up for you. My apologies, Mr. Styles.” Her body plops onto the nearest chair and she throws her jacket across the arm. “So, what’s the matter?”
Harry notices that she has a tiny cut on her knee and fights a smile. He knows it’s from shaving, she always nicks her knees. “I just wanted you to come over. We’re both cold and stuff. Just come cuddle,” he puts on a goofy face and wiggles his fingers to get her to grab his hand, “You always say I’m the warmest. Come on, you don’t even have to spoon me this time.”
“You’re such a baby, H.” She lets him lead her back to bed and snorts as he practically dives into the sheets. The loss of her warm boots makes her body a little colder and the rush of cold air makes her skin pebble. He whistles as she takes off her shorts, “Can you not? You know I won’t be able to sleep in shorts.” She has to admit; Harry in bed is a treat for the eyes. She doesn’t know how she’s kept her hands to herself for all these years. Not that there haven’t been a few kisses that have gotten carried away due to certain beverages, but it’s usually innocent fun. Tiny pecks and bear hugs. Y/N snuggles into the bed and buries into Harry’s chest. He could win awards for this. He was all around the best cuddler, his delicious scent was a plus, too.
He wiggles his chest into hers and rests his head atop of hers, “You know, I can 100% feel your nipples through this shirt. They’re poking at me. How are you still that cold?”
She wants to give him an angry look but she’s starting to get cozy and wouldn’t dare move just yet. “Harry, God, don’t talk about my nipples. You only have a quilt, you’re the one who suggested cuddling for warmth.” His arms wrap tighter around her and he rubs one of her arms in an attempt to warm her up. The pair wiggles their toes together, without even realizing it. “I can’t help that I’m still cold. You’re nipples are literally always out, they’re like desensitized. I believe my cold, covered boobies will be fine. Now, stop thinking about my nipples and sleep.”
“Can I touch your tits?” Y/N rolls her eyes in annoyance. He asks her this at least once a week, ‘Can I motorboat you?’ or ‘What’d ya say to me giving those a squeeze?’ He was relentless just like a teenager.
“I’ve let you do that once before and you then wanted to see them. Not my fault you were too drunk to remember.” Harry pulls away from her a little bit and puts his finger under her chin to get a better look at her face.
“What? I saw them? And that was like a year ago. Did I really get to see them?” She snuggles her face back into the crook on his neck. He tries to be sneaky and snake up her stomach to reach her breasts.
“Yes, you saw them and gave me a thumbs up like an idiot.” Y/N turns her back to him and snuggles the blanket up to her chin.
“Well, now you’re in perfect tit holding position. You made it worse.” He giggles a bit then scoots closer to spoon her. “Can I?”
“Ugh, fine.” He begins to slip his hand under her shirt she tenses at his cold fingertips, “I thought you meant like over my top. Hands are cold.”
“If I’m finally gonna get a go of your tits, I’m gonna feel bare boob.” He eases is hand over her and gently kneads her flesh.
“This is why my friends give me shit about you.” Harry groans and stops his motions as he rests his chin at her shoulder.
“We’re just comfortable. I love you and you love me, s’no secret. You wiggle your butt into me when we dance and watch movies and stuff. You also have excellent boobs. Your skin is always soft and I’ve figured out that you like to have your nipples played with It’s not like we’re rabbits going at it. We’ve never had sex.” This position has become so normal that Y/n doesn’t mind or even care about the hard lump poking at her behind.
Her body unknowingly shifts into his hand, letting him get a little bit more of her to hold onto, “What? How could you even know that? Gosh.”
Harry gives her shoulder a peck and returns his chin before responding, “Because every time it gets between my fingers when I give you a little squeeze, like that, you breathe deeper. Plus, that Josh guy you dated for a bit told me. They all have something to say.”
“Well, what the hell did they say?” Y/N tries to brace herself for any further embarrassment but knows deep down it’s probably gonna hit her like a train.
Harry lets out a bit of laughter and rests his forehead on her shoulder. “They become chatterboxes after like three beers. They’ve told me a lot of things. But probably the thing that makes me think is that one of them said that you get a wax because you like how soft your skin feels when you touch yourself,” Y/N’s face turns bright red and she thanks god that her back is to him, “which is funny because you shave your legs and cut up your knees. Why not wax them?”
“I, um, I don’t really know. Did they say anything else that will make me burst into flames?” Her cheeks tone down to a tinge of pink and she bites her lip.
“Oh yeah, love. I know everything about you, you know? I know all your dirty little sex secrets.” Oh no. All of them?
“Do you want me to go home? How the fuck do you think you know this stuff?” Her tone isn’t angry, she’s genuinely curious. What exactly does Harry know?
He gives her another peck and fights more laughs, “I’m your best friend and you go out with douchebags who talk about you.” Y/N goes into a slight panic but is careful not to let it show. She simply brushes off the comment.
“Well, I have no dirty little sex secrets.” She keeps up her confidence act. She wouldn’t dare let him know he’s making her nervous, and maybe a little excited.
“I beg to differ, Nurse Y/N.” She gasps and turns to him.
“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, kicking a foot a little bit in defeat.
“I know that you own a sexy nurse costume and had corny nurse sex. I know that you have handcuffs and sex dice. And a little birdy told me that you like your ass ate.”
“No!” She buries her face into her hands and groans but Y/N then realized that she too has some sexy little details on Harry. “Well, Harry. Do you wanna know something?” She turns back to look at his face, noticing how good his hair looks when it falls in front of his eyes a little.
His eyes are still bright with laughter and his arms rest on his knees. “Always. But I’m sure I already know it.”
“Oh, you do know it. But I think you’re forgetting that the girls you’ve been with also talk. And they all say the same thing: you’ve been a very bad boy. Have you been naughty, H?” His body goes rigid and his eyes go wide. They had all said that Harry was into being a bit submissive, that he got off on little punishments.
“Wh-What?” Y/N comes closer in attempts to make him a little uncomfortable and puts on her sexiest voice as she leans on all fours.
“I know what bad boys like you do in bed. I know that you’re quite generous with your mouth. I know you like that pretty hair pulled. I know that you like to tug one out while you listen to music. But no one told me that, I’ve walked in on you a few times. Nice dick, by the way. I wonder why none of them mentioned you had a big dick.” Y/N bursts into a fit of giggles and lies back down. “I’m better at this game than you are.” Harry’s eyes narrow at her, he’s been underestimated and just so happens he’s excellent at her number one weakness; Dirty talk.
He slides down the bed, swings his arm around her to pull her close. He props his head up so that it’s resting on his elbow, letting him have access to her ear. Leaning down, he begins to whisper, “If you had paid attention to any of those girls you’d know that it was me persuading them into thinking that they had control. No one has control over me, baby. Not even you, and you’re supposed to know everything about me. I do like having my hair pulled, I like having it pulled the most when I’m eating pussy. Did you know that? Did you know that’s my favorite thing to do to a girl? It’s pleasurable to give pleasure. There’s nothing like it, the way it feels on my tongue.” He moves his mouth so his lips are ghosting over her ear, “Having a girl open herself up like that, just for you. Mmm, nothing can compare to a sweet little clit between your lips, it’s addicting. Don’t get me started on what you girls do when I suck on your clits. Go fucking wild for me.” Harry can’t help himself, he runs a finger across her nipple and traces it down her side. He releases her and falls to his back. “Two can play that game, and I’m always the winner.”
Y/N lays there silently, not knowing what to do or say. Her skin feels like it’s burning and she’s pooling between her legs. She tries to speak but only a little noise escapes. She lets out a huff and she feels Harry roll back to her. “Got you all bothered, hmm?” She shakes her head no and licks her lips. “Liar. I bet you’re wet.”
“Harry!” Y/N swats his arm and pulls her sheet further up her body, pretending she’s trying to get comfortable so she can fall asleep.
“What? I’m hard. I’m not afraid to say it. You’d be an idiot to say that we don’t find each other hot. You’re in my bed, in a shirt that happens to be mine, while in pretty blue panties. Stop being shy. We’ve had talks like this before.”
“Yeah but it wasn’t, like the other times it wasn’t you who, um…, you’ve never…” She fumbles over her words and squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.
“Not only did I make you extremely wet, but I’ve got you speechless. A night of firsts.” He puts his arms behind his head while he smirks. “Ol’ H can always get ‘em.”
Y/N snorts and leans up to face him, “Ok, first of all, don’t call yourself ‘Ol H’. Ya, damn grandpa. And secondly, what makes you think you got me extremely wet? There’s like levels.” He shows off a little smile and raises an eyebrow at her.
“Oh I know the levels, I am the master of all the levels. Especially yours.” Harry gives her a cheeky wink and tries to hold back yet another smile. Nerd.
“Alright. Ok. You wanna know how wet I am? Fine.” Harry’s eyebrows knit together and his lips pout as Y/N takes off her panties. He watches them fly across the room.
“What the fuck are you on about?” He eyes her up and down, letting his mouth hang open with pure confusion.
“Sit up.” Harry doesn’t move so she pokes him in his chest. “Sit up, Ol’ H.” This time, Harry obliges, eyes widening at the sight of her leg swinging over his thigh. She balances herself on his leg by placing her hands on his shoulder and the back on his head, lightly pulling at his hair. “Is this what those other girls do?” His eyes close and he groans at all the new sensations. Her warm, wet pussy on his leg and her fingers in his hair.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. Jesus Christ.” Her hips rock ever so slightly and her finger drags down his chest.
“It’s a night of firsts, remember?” He brings his hands to her hips and watches her slide back and forth on his leg, he can’t help but think that tiger tattoo is getting quite the mouthful. “Am I as wet as you thought, H?”
“Well, you certainly didn’t disappoint.” Harry his clutching the sheet in his hand and has a pretty bad ache pulsing through his cock.
“Good.” With that she swings her leg back over and hops off the bed, searching for her underwear. “You see where they went?”
“You fuckin tease. I think my dick is going to fall off. None of them ever said you were a tease.” She winks at him as she tugs her panties back on.
“Maybe none of them were worth teasing. And as you said, two can play that game and I think I won that round.” Harry doesn’t say anything, just frowns at her. “Alrighty, you grump. I’m gonna go make some tea, I’ll make you toast.” She heads to the kitchen, minding the cat weaving in and out of her legs. She grabs two mugs and shoves some bread in the toaster. She’s too busy filling the kettle to hear Harry behind her. He watches her, examines her behind and the curves of her legs. He wants to kiss them and bite them. Y/N turns around and jumps when she sees him. “Shit! Why are you just standing there?”
Harry makes a B-line for Y/N and grabs her hips. He lifts her so she’s sitting on the counter and he’s settled between her legs. “We’re supposed to do this. I’m not talking about fucking around, I’m talking about being together. We’re supposed to be together aren’t we? You’re meant to make me tea and toast when I can’t sleep, tease me when I want it bad.”
“I’m pretty sure of it.” Harry reaches over to take the kettle off, not breaking eye contact at all.
He gets his face even closer, giving her a ghostly touch of his mouth on her cheek. “Can we give it a go? You being mine, like being my girl? ”
Y/N runs her hand through his hair and holds his hand with the other, “Always been your girl, one way or another.”
Harry kisses her deeply, a completely passionate (technically first) kiss, “Fuck the toast, come back to bed and finish what we started.”
He then takes her hand from his hand then pulls her from the counter, leading her back to his room. He walks backwards making sure to keep his eyes on her and smirking as they down her body. Y/N watches his features change with the shadows that cast each time he passes a lamp or window. He’s chiseled but soft, she can’t wait to kiss all over him. Once they reach the doorway, Harry stops and pulls their chests together, “Always liked you in blue, Love.” He tugs slightly at her underwear. Harry meant it. She always looked so great in blue, so tempting. Keeping his finger in the band of her undies, he leads her back to the cozy bed.
A tiny gasp from Y/N’s lips leaves him aching again. In an instant, they’re kissing. And not like before, no this is what you would describe as hot or hungry. “Sit down.” Harry moves swiftly and allows her to straddle him. His hands roam the length of her back before landing on those cute blue panties. He puts the slightest amount of pressure as to signal her to move against him. Being insanely turn on, Y/N obliges.
Her eager hips grind against the hardness of Harry’s cock and he moans into her neck, “Fuck, I bet you know how to ride a dick.” Y/N lets out a light giggle but bites her lip as he begins to suck on her collar bones. “You can ride any part of me.” She continues into him harder and grips his neck while he speaks, “You want to don’t you? Bet you could make me come so fast.”
She leans all the way forward, pushing his back on the bed. “I want to hear what you want. I want you to tell me,” a small pause to take her top off makes Harrys eyes go wide, “I want you to do all the things you’ve thought about doing to me.” God, her tits looked amazing. He knows her nipples would fit perfectly in his mouth. “Come on, H. Tell me what you want.” Her hips move on him, “Be a good boy for me.”
Harry quickly pulls her down to his face and keeps a firm grasp on the back of her neck. The term ‘Good Boy’ set him off. He’s on his highest level and he can’t take any more waiting. “I wanna make you come for me. I wanna be good. I wanna be so good for you, Y/N.” She always wondered what he would sound like in a situation like this. She found herself thinking about it a lot actually. And it’s so much better than she imagined. As if Harry’s voice wasn’t enticing enough, his desperate noises reel her in further. There’s absolutely nowhere else she’d rather be. With his hand still holding her face in place, he darts out his tongue out to lick her bottom lip, “It’s after 5. We’ve only got three more hours until I call and cancel everything I was supposed to do.” Y/N grins and wiggles herself on top of him.
“Hmm, what to do first?” Harry flips her on her back, almost losing himself in her goofy giggle due to his accidental tickling of her sides.
He kisses down her body while keeping his hands on her tummy, “We could always run to yours and get that little nurse get up.”
“God, shut up.” Y/n rolls her eyes but keeps a smile.
His kisses become sloppy and spongey, “What? You don’t wanna heal me, baby?”
A finger moves her panties to the side, quieting Y/N down to a whisper. “You’re the worst.”
Harry’s mouth douses her clit with slow, torturous kisses. What a fucking sight above him, “Mhmm. Fucking terrible, aren’t I?” He keeps his eyes on her chest and mouth as he speeds up his pace. Her thighs widen and his heart races. Is Y/N a screamer? Or will she whimper and gasp for him? It’s killing him. He decides that it ultimately doesn’t matter because he’ll make her come so hard either way.
He spreads her with his fingers and sucks on her clit hard. “Oh! Oh, my fucking god!” To Harrys delight, she grabs the back of his head and presses down. Her pleasure is cut short, though. In only seconds, he has her on her belly.
He kindly places a pillow under her and sweetly kisses her bottom, “Ass up,” He smirks at how fast she moves, “Thank you, baby.” He keeps kissing but doesn’t give her what she wants. He enjoys these whines and cute wiggles into his face. “You know, they never told me you liked to have your ass ate.” Y/N’s eyes snap open and stops her wiggling. “Imagine how pleased I was when you let it slip that you did.” He gives her a gentle slap, “I’ve been good, don’t stop moving your hips. Use me, I know you want to, fuck my face. Please.”
“Jesus.” Her hips begin to move up and down, widening her legs as she feels his tongue on her hole. Her body reacts just how he wanted. Relaxing and tensing while he teases her. Harry sneakily slips a finger into her pussy and roughly licks in between her bum. “God, why are you like this?” He smiles against her but continues working his fingers.
“Oh? Whatever do you mean?” He knew he could be a tease, he actually loved it. It was one of his ways of hoping for a little punishment. He didn’t care about that tonight. He wanted to please her. He dreamed of this sometimes, having to tug one out to the thought of her pulling his hair or her yelling out his name. He removes his mouth and kisses up her spine to meet the top of her ear, “I could eat your tight ass all day, love, but I think I deserve a little somethin’. Don’t you?”
Y/N can only get out half the syllables of her words as Harry nibbles her ear and fingers her, “I- shit.” He removes his fingers only to tease her with his dick. He’s so hard that even the slightest brush of her wetness sends a chill down his spine. “Trade me places.”
As much as he wanted to take her from behind, he has to admit; this view is incredible. “You thought about fuckin’ me? You ever touch your pretty cunt while thinkin’ about me?”
She gasps, “Mhmm, yeah.”
“Yeah? Am I livin’ up to it, sweetheart?” How can he have such a sweet smile while doing something so dirty?
Those stupid dimples of his make her grin, too. “Yes.”
“You really do have great tits.” Harry gently pushes on her back so she lowers her chest to his face. “Let me suck ‘em.” He aggressively takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks.
Y/N giggles, “Ah, oh my god. Stop!” She tries to move away but he keeps her close.
“No, shut up and fuck me.” She pulls away, his mouth making a faint popping noise as his mouth reluctantly releases her nipple.
Her hand goes to his throat and squeezes, “That wasn’t very polite.” She could’ve sworn she saw his eyes roll back into his head. How empowering. She felt tingly all over.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Harry bites his lip and y/n feels his cock twitch inside her.
“Mmm, good.” She grabs his hand and directs his thumb to her clit, “Now make me come. I’m, ugh, I’m close.” She bounces hard on him and keeps her hand on his neck, not squeezing but resting with light pressure. His thumb moves just how she needs it and she’s clenching around him at almost every second.
“Move your hand or I’m gonna come.” She only smiles and playfully slaps his cheek before adding another hand to his throat, “Fuck.” Never in his life has he ever felt so good. And Y/N would say the same.
No one has ever made her feel like this. With a few more passes across her clit, she comes. She comes so hard that her legs squeeze his thighs and her eyes shut tight. Her hands fly from his throat to the skin of his chest, nail digging. “Oh my fuckin God, Harry.”
And there it was, the praise he needed to let his orgasm break loose. His brows furrow, mouth hangs open and shoulders tensing. “Ooh, shit.” Y/N slides off of him to lay next to him and he rubs her stomach. It takes him a moment to catch his breath but once he can speak he turns his head to her, laughing. “We just had sex, mate.”
Y/N rolling her eyes and trying to suppress yet another smile, “You’re the fuckin’ worst.”
Y/N takes out her extremely hot container of noodles out of the microwave and hurries over to the break room table. Her body collides with another and the cup of noodles goes flying, landing on Marcus’ feet. “Nice one, Harry. Could you watch where you’re going and not bump into people for once?” Y/N rolls her eyes at him and brings her attention to Harry, who unfortunately has a stray noodle dangling from his glasses.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright? Like did I burn you?” He shakes his head and sheepishly grins. “You sure you’re alright?” She stands and reaches for some paper towels.
He brushes off the noodles and he even laughs at the one hanging from the frames of his glasses. “Yeah, I keep spare shirts in my car. When you’re clumsy like me, you have to be prepared.” He helps her clean up the mess and even offers to get her more noodles. He was sweet.
She always found Harry cute, she never understood why the other women in the office or labs didn’t think so. He was so smart and witty. He even knew how to laugh at himself. He had big dimples and nice hands and, “Harry, do you have a tattoo?” She has no idea why she never noticed before. He had this habit of spinning his mug around while he read, she had watched him so many times and never noticed.
He looks down at his hand and unbuttons the wrist of his sleeve, rolling it upwards. “I have a lot actually. The hand one is a bit hard to hide.” He looks back at Y/N and sees that she’s either confused or maybe even intrigued. “Not a lot of people know that I have them, work attire and all that keeps them covered.”
She blinks and looks back at his face, still not understanding the things the woman in the place say about him. “I would’ve never have guessed.”
He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Guessed I had tattoos?” She nods and he smirks at her, “I bet a lot of people here wouldn’t either.” She stares at him for a few moments and he clicks his tongue, “Well, I’m gonna go get that shirt. Um, I’m sorry about your noodles.”
As Harry leaves, Lilly walks in and takes a glance and his wet shirt. “What happened? Did Harry spill his food again.”
Y/N rolls her eyes for the second time, “No, I accidentally ran into him with my lunch.” She opens a yogurt and sits at the table with Lilly. She doesn’t know why but the thought of Harry covered in tattoos makes her smile.
“Do you have the hots for Harry?” She refuses to answer and Lilly laughs, “Oh my god, do you?” Y/N just looks at her and eats her yogurt. “Y/N, he’s not exactly dating material.”
She snorts and gives her a glare, “Why not? Why do people think he’s like this, this weirdo?”
Her gossip loving coworker scoots her chair closer and begins to whisper. “Do you not know about his little run in with Maya?” She shakes her head ‘no’ and Lilly continues, “Well, she knew Harry in college and said that his sister would always bring him to parties. You know, to like, get him to go out and stuff. She saw him at a party one night and one thing leads to another and they ended up in one of the rooms.” Y/N suddenly is no longer interested in the story but there’s no stopping Lilly when she gets started, “She said that Harry had no idea what he was doing so she grabbed his hand and put it down her pants. He apparently didn’t have a clue what was what and she ended up leaving him in the room all hard and stuff.” Lilly takes a sip of her coffee as if the story was the usual business conversation.
Y/N licks the spoon and furrows her brows, “So, the people in this office are forming their opinion because of a party hook up gone bad?” Lilly shrugs and adds more sugar to her drink.
“I guess but I mean, his clumsiness and constant talk about chemical evaporation don’t help.” She leaves Y/N alone at the table and waves a quick bye so she can hurry back to her files, or talk someone else’s ear off.
For the rest of the work day, she can’t stop herself from thinking about Harry and his tattoos. Does he have more? Does he still not know what’s what down there? Who cares? She can teach him, she could show him so many – “Hey, Y/N.” She jumps from her thoughts and almost knocks her cup of pencils over, “Oh, sorry.” Harry’s face is his classic look of guilt and it makes her sad. He’s always so nice and no one ever really talks to him.
“Um, it’s fine. Is- is there something you need?” He leans against the door frame and flips through a notebook and lands on his desired page.
“I was told that you could help me look up these files. They don’t authorize us to access to the journals anymore.” She knows if he did, he would stay up all night, reading and soaking up all the knowledge he could.
She smiles and holds her hand out for the notebook, “Do you need them right away or do you want me to give them to you at other time? It could take a bit depending when they’re from.”
He straightens his posture and fiddles with his watch, “I don’t want to make you rush. I just need them by Next Wednesday.”
“I’ll have them on Monday.” They both smile and He thanks her awkwardly lingering before he leaves.
Later that evening Y/N joins a few friends for a much needed night out. Her hair is down and her legs are bare. She feels good and you know what, she’s lookin’ pretty good too. “You know that the bartender hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since we got here?”
She looks at her friend, Niall, and back at the bar, trying to spot him. “Well, I can’t see him. Maybe he’s looking at you and thought the tip you left him was you bein’ a flirt.” Niall rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his beer.
“If I was into guys, I don’t think he’d be my type. I’m not a fan of tattoos, you know?” Y/N’s almost chokes on her drink and Niall laughs at her, “Too much at once, love?”
She takes another look at the bar but can only see the top of the bartender’s head, “Does the bartender have glasses?” He shakes his head as he eyes a girl who walks by. He turns back to Y/N and she waves him off, “Go ahead you animal.” She plays with her straw and keeps her eye on the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. There’s no way it could be Harry, why on earth would it be? Millions of people have tattoos and Harry, in a place like this? No way. She takes another sip of her drink but is greeted by that annoying slurping sound.
For some reason, she argues with herself to walk over to the bar. ‘This is so silly’, she thinks to herself. She moves through the crowd and finds herself and empty stool. She messes around her clutch for cash and gets ready to order another drink. The elusive bartender’s back is turned to her but she can see a few tattoos on the back of his arm, a skull, two hands shaking and some words but she can’t make out what they say.
She looks back over to the tables and tries to see if she can spot Niall, she’s sure he’s off at that girl’s apartment by now. When she turns back, she sees that the bartender is walking towards her but his head is down, fiddling with a hand towel. When he looks up, her heart flutters and she’s certain she might as well have been drooling. “Hi.” It really was Harry but he just doesn’t look like harry. He’s not wearing glasses, he’s not wearing a button up, his hair isn’t even fixed like it usually is. He’s wearing a white T-shirt, thin enough to see that he really is covered in tattoos and these tight as hell black jeans. When she doesn’t respond he coughs and asks, “Do you want another?”
Her cheeks flush and she looks back to his face. “Um, yeah. The same, please.” He grabs a new glass and eyes the crowd.
“Just the one drink, then?” Y/N tilts her head, confused as to why she needs a third drink when she hasn’t even finished making her second. “For the guy you’re with.”
“Oh, no. He’s just one of my friends I came out with tonight.” Harry tries to suppress a smile as he mixes her drink. “So, I have to ask. Why is Harry Styles, the cute clumsy chemist, working at a bar?”
Her question takes him by surprise, he’s not often complimented. He hands her the fruity drink and leans forward on the bar, looking all over her face but her eyes. “My sister and her husband own it and the tips don’t hurt.” She notices that he seems nervous and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s blushing.
“Harry, do you ever ask out the people you see here?” He shakes his head no and begins to pick at the thread of the towel and she tries her hardest to make him more comfortable. “Can I ask you a question? You can say no, I won’t be offended but, um, do you wanna come home with me?”
His eyes finally find hers and he almost drops the towel. He looks down the bar and sees that the others have the rest of the customers handled. “I-I’m off at midnight.”
She smiles and is a lot more excited than she meant to be, “Is that a yes?” Harry nods and smiles at her. That smile is enough to kill her.
Once Harry is free, he calls them a cab and argues with Y/N that he’s paying for it. When they arrive at her house, he rubs his eyes and sniffles, “You have so many flowers.” She pulls out her key and also a handkerchief. She hands him the embroidered cloth and smiles. “You’re the only woman under 60 I’ve ever seen with a hanky.”
“I’m just always prepared. Pippy get down!” Y/N pats a little fluffy dogs head and Harry immediately picks her up, letting her lick his face.
“So, your names Pippy, eh? You’re cute and tiny. Like a little walking pillow, yes.” Y/N laughs at him and he’s brought back to reality. “Oh, sorry. I can’t have pets at my apartment.” He lets Pippy scamper off and stands awkwardly by the front door.
“Um, let’s just sit. There’s good stuff on HBO this month if you wanna watch something.” Harry follows her to the couch and she kicks off her shoes, making herself more comfortable. She smiles at him and scoots closer, grabbing his arm and resting a hand on it. “I didn’t know you had this many tattoos.”
He grins and shows his dimples, “I like people not knowing something about me.”
Y/N whispers to herself, “You’re so cute.”
“What?” He touches the bridge of his nose, undoubtedly a habit he has from wearing his glasses.
Crap. “Oh, I said you were cute but I didn’t mean for you to hear it.”
“I think you’re cute but I want you to hear it.”
Y/N sighs and nods her head, “Alright.” She swings her leg over his lap and puts her hands on his shoulders. “I have to kiss you or you might say something great and I’ll die or something.”
He doesn’t hesitate to respond, “Okay.” He surprises her with a very passionate kiss. His tongue slips between her lips and her body almost goes limp. His lips are so soft and she can taste a hint of alcohol. She has no idea how long they were kissing but she can feel him harden under her, which turns her on even more. Her hand grips the front of his shirt, pulling the neck down some and reveals a bird.
“Can I take off your shirt?” He whispers a yes and raises his arms. When the shirt is removed she’s welcomed with a butterfly just as beautiful as he is. Her fingers trace the wings and she kisses each one of the birds on his collar bones. “When did you get them done?”
“I started getting them right at 18. The birds were some of the firsts. This is the newest one,” He points to his right forearm and she examines it like a piece of art. “You like them?” He makes his first bold move and plays with the hem of her dress that’s bunched on over her thighs. He knows that if he were to bring a hand around her back, that her bottom would be fully exposed.
She smiles and cutely lifts his left arm, looking at the ones hidden under his bicep, she giggles when she notices more on his rib cage, running her finger along those as well. He shifts a little and bites his lip, “How on earth did you get these if you’re ticklish?”
His hands rests around her hips now, so comfortable in their conversation that neither of them even notice at first, “I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling, it hurts but kind of feels good.” She didn’t expect that kind of answer but is definitely pleased with it. “Do you want any?”
Y/N laughs and pokes at his dimple, “I already have one.”
“Oh, you do? Where?” He suddenly moves her arms up, and almost pulls her dress up out of excitement but he stops himself. He doesn’t want her to think he’s just interested in seeing her body.
“Just do whatever you feel like, ok?” Harry swallows and nods. His heart begins to beat fast and he slowly pulls the dress over her head. The way her hair falls back and the softness of her skin is almost enough for him to burst out of his shorts. Her bra is gray and her underwear is a pale pink. His hands gently graze her hips, then her waist. “Move your left hand up about two inches.” He obliges and looks at her when she says nothing else. “Congratulations, young man! Move your hand to find your prize!” He wishes that everyone was a little bit like her. She’s sweet and goofy, and certainly doesn’t judge people by what others say. Harry moves his hand and cranes his neck to see her tattoo.
He brushes his thumb on her inked skin, “A light bulb?” His touch gives her visible goosebumps and he hopes taking the dress off didn’t make her cold, he hopes that it’s all him. “Can I know why?”
She moves further up his lap and rests her hand on the back of his neck, making his cheek involuntarily lean against her arm. “When I was a little girl, my dad bought me one of those kits where you could turn on a light bulb with a potato. Seeing that light go off, made the little light in my head go off, I guess.” Harry watches her face and just like that he feels something bubble up inside him. “After that, I couldn’t stop taking things about and my parents go so mad at me. On my 15th birthday, they let me build my own computer. And that’s that, really, a little light bulb made me obsessed with computers.”
He polity waits until she’s finished to kiss her arm, “Please, kiss me.” Y/N grasps the sides of his face and she kisses him softly. His hands roam her back and linger over the fabric of her bra. He wasn’t exactly experienced but he knows that there’s supposed to be a clasp there.
Her hands get lost in hair while she moves away from his mouth and leaves kisses on his neck. He can’t seem to open his eyes and becomes painfully aware of how hard he is. “The clasp is in the front.”
Harry brings his hands to her front, grazing her breasts along the way to the clasp, He feels the warm skin spring free against his hands and everything becomes fuzzy. Harry has this beautiful girl on top of him and she wants him just as much as he wants her. She then sits up straight, giving him a full view of her topless self. She grabs his hands and places them where his eyes are glued. The moment he feels her hard nipples on his palms, his dick jumps underneath her. “M’sorry.” Her hands make a squeezing motion atop of his, letting him know that he’s free to explore.
“You don’t have to be sorry for how your body responds.” Her hands slide down to his wrists, his arms, then fall to his stomach to give her leverage to rock her hips. He lets out a small moan and she does it again. “The point of it all is to make each other feel good, don’t hold back.”
Harrys hand fall and come around her backside, pulling her harder against him and allowing her chest to fall in front of his face. He kisses her nipple and before sucking it into his mouth, he whispers, “I won’t.” His sucking is gentle but wet. The tight grip he has he her ass makes both of them wish they were naked. He’s never been so forward but her body, and just everything about her as more intriguing than anyone else’s. He wanted to please her, he wanted her to feel so good and he wasn’t nervous if he wasn’t very good. She would show him; she would show him how she wanted it. His mouth leaves her chest but her hands never leave his hair, “Where’s your room?” If it were possible, her heart would beat even faster. His arms hook her thighs and he gets up from the couch, carrying her down a hall. “Which is it?”
She answers him through kisses, “The last one on the right.” He arrives in her bedroom, smiling as he lays her on the bed. He settles on her side and his finger runs up and down between her breasts. “I have two questions.” His palm rests flat against her tummy, waiting for her question. “One, how come you don’t wear your glasses at the bar?”
Harry shrugs and taps his fingers against her skin, “it’s easier to make the drink when you don’t have glasses to clean. What’s the other?”
Y/N leans up on her elbows, looking much more serious than before, “Is that thing about Maya true?” She feels like an ass for asking the question but is taken by surprise when his body moves on top of hers.
“In a sense.” He moves a stray hair away from her eyes and kisses her cheek, “That night was the first time I ever drank, and the first time a girl ever gave me attention other than helping her study. I was buzzed and what Maya left out about the story was that she had gotten her period and I didn’t know what to say to her. So she left me there and told everyone I didn’t know what I was doing.” His hand travels down her belly and into her underwear to dip a finger into her wet folds. “Let’s find out if I do,” he nuzzles her ear and groans, “Please, how do you like it?”
Her mouth is suddenly very dry and she feels like she’s floating. Not once has a man asked her that and she’s not sure if she knows how to answer it. “Just move slowly. I like it up and down.” He watches her as his middle finger rubs her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed, her skin is flushed as well.
“Y/N, I think you’re beautiful.” His sweet whisper is just as good as the workings of his finger. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful creations that I’ve ever had the pleasure of studying.” Something about that makes her body tingle.
“God, Harry. I have a-another question.” He only nods and she takes a moment to continue. “How far have you gotten with a girl?” His kisses halt but his finger continues.
“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking.” She wouldn’t believe him if he said he was.
Now it’s her turn to avoid eye contact, “Then how longs it been?”
“More than I care to say.”
“Was it the one time?” He fails to answer and she turns her head to meet his, “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you. I just, I like you and I’m curious. Why isn’t happening to you all the time? You’re so smart. You’re sweet and so gorgeous that I could just fucking explode right now. I don’t understand how people don’t want to get in your bed every night.”
“I don’t mind it. It got me a close to you. It let me know you more, let me see that you’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He shows off his dimples again.
“Jesus Christ, people are idiots.” He removes his hand from her underwear and kisses her, very passionately at that. He ends up between her legs and enjoys the feeling of her thighs against his waist. The slightest bit of pressure on his cock causes him to wince and Y/N takes notice. “Do you need to take your pants off? I mean, they’re insanely tight, you can’t be comfortable.” He takes a deep breath and stands, wiggling out of his jeans. When he climbs back on the bed, he springs free and she literally throbs. “Are you for real?”
Harry looks around the room and back to her, “What?”
She whispers like she shouldn’t even say it out loud, “You have a big dick.”
He whispers back, “Thanks. I was born with it.” She narrows her eyes at him and he smiles at her. “Why are we whispering?” She only shrugs. He continues his whispering tone and moves close to her, “I want to touch you again.” His fingertips rest at the top of her underwear and he can see her skin pebble, “I want to see what you taste like.”
Y/N lets out something close to a whimper and sighs, “Oh my god.”
“Is that a ‘yes’ oh my god or a ‘no thanks’ oh my god?” his fingers still linger above the hem of the thin fabric and it’s enough to make her scream.
She exhales and can’t help but feel a bit faint, “Its oh my god, yes.” She can’t get it through her mind that Harry was this, this polite brilliant man who is somehow not good with ladies, but he is good with ladies because he’s making her feel like she’s all he wanted and he opened her up on Christmas morning. It doesn’t make sense.
Harry clears his throat and slides down to her stomach, pausing just below her belly button. He positions himself between her legs and stops once again, “Should I, uh, take these off or just move them to the side?”
“Whatever you want.” He hooks his fingers into the band and tugs them off. He finally gets a full few of her. She’s wet and he can tell that she’s swollen. He’s only attempted to do this one other time but it didn’t work out. She got cold feet cause her roommate would be home soon and ‘I don’t want you to know we do things.’ He figures that Y/N has had someone do this for her, why wouldn’t they, look at her.
He bumps his nose against her clit by accident but he doesn’t apologize because the way she just gripped the blanket lets him know it was good. He’s too nervous to use his actual tongue at first, so he begins kissing her. He places small kisses onto her slit, feeling the wetness underneath his lips. He ends up getting her so worked up with kisses alone that her hips rise a bit. “Can you put this leg on my shoulder? I can… Get to you more, I think.” Her thigh rests on his shoulder and his hand caresses it while he continues. He keeps kissing her but his time, he kisses her like they kissed on the couch. His tongue starts off soft and feels the little nub. His lips open wider and those gentle pecks become more aggressive, assertive.
He flattens his tongue on her clit and makes a movement that she can’t describe, “Fuck, do that again.” He does and wants to smile at her reaction. He then licks deeper and much harder than previously. She catches his head moving and sees his wet tongue working magic on her. She moans and even says his name. “Harry, Harry are you sure you’re not lying about being good with girls because Jesus fucking Christ if they knew you could do this.”
He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to see her face, he wants to feel how fast her heart is beating. He drags himself up to her face and kisses her before she can even say anything. He wonders if she likes the way she tastes in the same way he does but can’t be bothered to ask. “I don’t care if they know. I’m with you right now.” Y/N smiles and kisses him.
“I wanna do something for you.” He makes a ‘Hmmph’ sound while he kisses her more. “Do you want me to touch you?” He halts his mouth and actually looks into her eyes. “I could touch you, I could use my mouth, we could, we could have sex.” How does Harry make her this way and no one else? They’re blind.
He inhales and bites his lip. How do you answer a question like that? He looks at her with these big green sad eyes and closes them. “What if I- what if you don’t get to finish?”
Her hand soothes Harry’s doubt with a hand in his hair, “If it helps, you already got me close with your mouth, it won’t take much for me to come.” She kisses his forehead and continues, “I just want to make you feel good, Harry.” She tells him to reach over to her nightstand and get a condom.
He takes off his shorts and rolls it on himself. He lingers between her legs for a moment but feels comforted once again by her delicate hands in his hair. He slowly enters her and his mouth falls open. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and she loses her breath. “Are you alright, love?”
If her lower half wasn’t so overwhelmed at the moment she would’ve swooned at the sweet nickname. She nods and feels him go deeper. She’s already pulsing from the excitement and she groans loudly with her head back. “Get on your back, I wanna make you come.” With Harry on his back, she places his hands on her hips and her nails dig into his chest. She begins to rock on top of him, feeling him hit every spot. “You feel so good.” Y/N seems to be talking to herself rather than to him. She moves faster and he begins to pant beneath her.
He moans and pulls her chest flush against him, matching her thrusts. He’s taken her by delightful surprise and she feels her orgasm almost instantly. “Put your hands in my hair again.” Her hands fly to his wild hair and her breasts give him the perfect opportunity to suck on them.
He bites into her skin and it makes her squeeze around him, “I’m gonna come.” He flips her on her back and gives it all he has. With a hand on the headboard and the older on her hip, he goes as deep and hard as he can. He watches her unravel under him. “Harry.” Her voice is shaky and quiet but it’s music to his ears.
“Just give me a little more. God, please.” Her legs wrap around his waist and a little ‘uh’ escapes her mouth each time he brings his hips into her. She’s completely wrapped around him and he doesn’t think anything has ever felt so good. “Do that thing.” She squeaks to question him and he kisses her forehead, “Squeeze around me.” She clenches and his head falls to her neck. She can feel him pulse inside her and his hand is so tight on her hip that it’s sure to be red after. Harry makes a grunting sound and a part of him doesn’t want to move. “That’s surely to kill me next time.” He hears her giggle and faces her, “What?”
“You wanna have a next time?” He matches her smirk and lays his head on her chest. Her fingers twirl the short hair on his head and Harry can’t stop smiling to himself.
He sweetly kisses the warm skin below her collar bones and says, “I wanna have a lot of next times with you.“
Part Two
The alarm clock goes off and Y/N nudges Harry with her foot, making him groan. “Hit snooze!” He throws the pillow over his head and pokes her back.
“I already hit snooze, we have to go to work.” He rolls over and swings his arm and leg over her. “Nooo. Don’t dead monkey me.” She hated this but loved it at the same time. He would put his dead weight on her and she would have to kiss him back to life until he made monkey sounds. “H, I mean it. We don’t have time. I’ll kiss you all you want when we get home.”
Harry removes his limbs from her and pinches her hip, “Oh, give me something to look forward to, love.” She heads to the kitchen and he walks to the shower. They’ve fallen into their own routine, her showering at night and him in the morning. Y/N puts the coffee on and puts cream cheese on a bagel for Harry.
“Y/N!” He shouts from the bathroom and she knows he’s forgotten his towel. He always gets a bad case of the (forgetful) Mondays. Sure enough, she finds Harry peeking behind the shower curtain. “I’m gonna put a post it on your forehead every morning to tell you to get a towel.”
He kisses her cheek and steps out, slipping a little but not falling. “Thanks.” They both brush their teeth at the sink and Harry gets a little too cute as she begins to put her make up on. Still towel-clad, he rests his chin on her shoulder and his arms swing around her. “I hate Mondays, means I can’t stay in bed with you all morning until Saturday.”
If she could pull off that towel and take him back to bed she would, god, she would. “Put some clothes on before I quit my job.” He whips the towel off and swats her butt with it.
The morning goes as it usually does, a kiss in the car and sneaky glances until lunch. In the breakroom, Harry can’t find his sandwich, he just has two fruit cups and one of the cookies Y/N made over the weekend. He sits down at the table and states, “I forgot my sandwich.” Lilly snorts, because to her, Harry can’t even seem to get his own lunch under control. Y/N laughs and pulls the missing lunch out of her little lunch tote, “Oh, thanks, Baby.” Lilly gasps and both of their heads snap up. Shit.
“Lilly, you cannot tell anyone! We haven’t gone to HR yet and we don’t want people here to know.” She just stares back and forth between the two until she starts talking again. “I mean it. Harry’s got a lot of projects going on don’t ruin it for him.” Harrys heart flutters that she was more concerned about him than herself.
After a long day of signing papers and awkward conversations, they make their way back to the car. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a real doozy, huh?” Y/N nods and dramatically flings her head back to the car seat.
“You owe me kisses.” He wiggles his eyebrows and adjusts his glasses. She landed one cute dork. She can tell he’s eager to get home and decides to mess with him. Her hand caresses his thigh, moving upward. “Y/N, we’re five minutes from home. I really don’t wanna die from a hand job when I’m five minutes away from bending you over the couch.” Her mouth hangs open and her hand pulls back. He was never so straight forward but she could feel herself get all flushed. She swallows hard and shuffles in her seat.
Harry pulls into the driveway and lets Y/N walk ahead of him. He’s been frustrated all day and wonders if she has been too. He wonders if she thought about his face between her legs last night and had to squeeze her thighs together. He waits for her to let Pippy in the backyard and as she walks through the kitchen he pushes her forward on the counter, lifting her skirt up as he pulls her underwear down. He wastes no time in teasing her folds, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve wanted to bend you over and feel how wet you are.” He moves her hair away from the back of her neck and gives her small pecks, “Do you want to stay here or on the couch?”
She kicks off her undies and turns to face him, “The couch.” He sits on the couch first and pulls her on top of him, helping her undress. “S’not fair. I always get naked first, take it off, Styles.”
Harry smirks at Y/N and takes his shirt off, “Can’t take my pants off, there’s a naked girl in my lap.” She swings her leg back over, biting her lip as he exposes himself. He returns to the couch and taps her leg. “M’I getting more than kisses?” In the blink of an eye she’s lowering herself onto his hips. “You think of me today? You think about fucking me while you were workin?”
Over the past few months, Harry has gotten much more comfortable with talking dirty during sex. And he was good at it. “Mhmm, yeah.” He palms the flesh of her backside and squeezes every so often. “Always make me feel so good.”
Y/N speeds up and her hands grab those stupidly attractive shoulders, “I love when you ride me, feels so good to have your pussy around me.” Her eyes close and she tries to keep her rhythm steady. “I could barely concentrate today. I kept thinking about your legs around my head and then I thought about your legs around my waist.” He wraps both arms around her and flips her on her back. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me.” He kisses her and thrusts so hard that she gasps into his mouth.
“Oh!” He moves even faster and he feels her legs shake around him. Her arms are around his neck and he sucks on her ear.
“I can feel it. I know you’re almost there.” He nibbles and she whimpers for him. “The feeling of my hair against your clit drives you wild, doesn’t it? You can get so sensitive, fuckin’ remarkable.” He returns to kiss her lips and she accidentally bites his lip.
He pulls away with his eyes closed and she can’t even tell him she’s sorry because he pounding into her. “I-shit. Harder, I’m gonna come. Please, harder.”
Harry pushes his knee into the cushion and balances himself so he has hold of her hips, “Like that?” Her hands are pulling all the cushions and she practically yelling for him. “So pretty when you scream my name, you know?” He feels that familiar squeeze that he loves but does let up his pace. “So pretty you make me wanna come.”
He falls forward and she sucks on his neck, “I wanna feel it.” This time, his hips slow but don’t stop. She couldn’t mean what he thinks she means; she had gone on the pill but He always pulled out. No, no she didn’t mean that. “Baby, come in me.” Fuck.
The thought makes his dick jump and he almost loses his words, “Are you sure? If you’re not you need to tell me like, right now.” She nods her hair and his forehead rests on hers as he releases. “Jesus. I think you broke me.”
Y/N’s tired laugh makes his body feel warm all over again. “I know how to fix you but give me like 15 minutes.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s go get cleaned up and fix me.” His dimples pop and carries her to the shower. He stops short and notices Pippy on the bed, chewing something. “Pippy that better not be my tie.” Y/N hops out of his arms and disappears into the bathroom. Harry walks over to the mischievous dog and fights with whatever she’s chewing on but ends up ripping it. He holds what was once a part of Y/N’s underwear in his hand and looks at the fluff ball, “This stays between up, Pip.”
Y/N and Harry aren’t fooling anyone when it comes to their relationship but people underestimate how good they are at keeping secrets.
An elbow jabs into Y/N’s arm, shaking her from her trance. “You know every girl in here is giving you the evil eye?”
Y/n shrugs, “It’s cause I came with Harry. You’d be surprised at how vicious some girls can be.”
Fran laughs and takes a sip of her drink, “I am not surprised. You and Harry have something, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She tries to hide her smile by grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing by waiter.
“Well, for starters the reason every girl in here is murdering you with their eyes is because Harry’s are on yours and have been since you came here. To-geth-er.”
“Frannie, you’re delusional.” Y/N takes a sip of her drink and rolls her eyes.
Her nosy friend raises her eyebrows, “Am I?”
Y/N rolls her eyes once more but smiles at her before meeting Harry at the bar. “Rumor has it that you’ve got the eyes for me.”
“Rumor? I thought it was pretty obvious.” He pops open his mouth and shows off his fangs but Y/N covers his mouth and giggles.
“Don’t do that, can you imagine what people would say?” She can feel his lips threatening to curve into a smile under her palm.
A hand swoops around her and pulls her closer to him, “You like the risk.”
“I like you,” Harry smirks and pinches her waist.
He hands her a drink and sighs, “Ya know, we’re gonna have to start telling people.”
Her eyes widen out of fear, “what?”
He smiles brightly; fanglessly, “About us, not me.”
When Harry squeezes her hip, she notices a very disgruntled looking young woman, “You’ve got so many girls willing to fall at your feet, don’t you?” Her lips brush his ear and she can hear him breathing. “So many girls that let you do whatever you want. Isn’t that right?” His mouth opens slightly but no words form. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Styles?” He nods and her hand slides down his chest briefly when pushing herself off him. She kisses his cheek before walking away, “Such a pretty boy.” Harry becomes so hard that it almost hurts against the material of his tight jeans. He watches her return to her friend, her scent still lingering in his nose. He regrets agreeing to the arrangement to leave separately. The things he’d be able to do to her on the way home run through his mind and he regretfully leaves the party to make his way to his car.
Harry removes his belt hoping it would give him some relief but he knows what he needs. A hand his already down his pants as he walks through the door. He squeezes himself all the way up the stairs and to his bedroom, he knows that she’ll be here soon but he can’t resist. Harry undresses lazily before plopping into a chair. He uses both hands to pleasure himself, to relieve the soreness “Fuck.” One hand slowly strokes while the other rubs the head at the same pace.
He imagines Y/N telling him how good it feels, how much she loves it. “You look sweet enough to eat.” He smiles, almost laughs at the irony. “Are you gonna do it?” Harry moans while his imagination runs wild. “Are you gonna bite me?”
“Ohhh.” His hips rise off the chair when he thinks about finally biting into her. The thought of her feeding him, the privilege of making that beautiful creature come. He smiles but furrows his brows due to his phone ringing. Out of breath and a bit disoriented, he answers, “H-hello?”
“You alright?” It’s Y/N, he twitches in his hand and slowly pulls upward, inhaling loudly.
He clears his throat, “Yeah. M'fine. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong. The bar said you left a scarf but didn’t know how to contact you so they gave it to me.” He’s silent, focused on her voice and his pumping hands. “Harry, what are you doing?”
Shit. “I’m- I’m not doing anything. Just watching tv, having a cuppa.”
“Having some ‘Me’ time, then?” Her tone has changed and Harry becomes paranoid. “Must’ve left you quite flustered.” How does she know? Did she know he was gonna do this? “I can hear your watch jingle. Very naughty to answer the phone when you’re playing with yourself.”
He scoffs, “M'not playing with myself!”
“Oh, no? You’re not tugging at your pathetically hard cock for me?” He doesn’t answer. “Aw, baby. You don’t wanna play? You’re no fun.”
“No, I wanna play. Wanna play.” She loves when he whines.
Y/N loves the image of Harry so needy that he has to take care of himself, “What ya thinking about?”
“You, um, I bit you.” His voice seems deeper, desperate.
"Oh.” The thought got her wet and he knew it. He could almost feel it and whimpers just thinking about it.
“Fuck, your pussy must be just like heaven.” It’s almost like he’s talking to her face to face like the phone isn’t pressed to his ear. “Bet it tastes just like a little treat. Sweet and just for me. Yeah. Yeah, pretty little pussy, pretty little clit just waiting to be sucked on, praised just like it should be.” His mouth waters and her thighs press together. He just changed the game. This was beyond teasing, it was torture. He’s left her in the backseat of his expensive car that he always has on call for her an absolute puddle and she needs to get there soon. “Say something. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to eat you. Let me do it, please.”
Her breathing has picked up and she’s pulsating at his words. “You talk like that some more and you know that I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Mmm, anything?” His raspy tone is almost too much for her to handle. He could always get her with that voice.
“Anything.” They spend minutes listening to each other breathe through the phone. They seemed intoxicated off each other, completely bewildered by arousal. “I just pulled into the driveway.” Harry bounds down the steps and waits for her to enter the foyer. He has no care that he’s already naked. He has no care that his fangs are out. He has no care that he’s about to rip that lovely dress she wore tonight right off her body.
Y/N hurries inside and spots him in all his glory. Tattoos, messy hair, pouty lips made more prominent by his sharp teeth. “You’re overdressed.” She saunters over to him, kicking off her heels and throwing her bag to the floor. She greets him with a kiss to his chest and he growls, “Do you like this dress?”
“Why?” He looks her dead in the eyes as he rips the fabric from the zipper in the back. “Oh.”
“Step out of it.” She pulls down the straps and lets the dress fall to the floor. “Come on.” Within seconds, he has her up the stairs and her back to the bed. She’ll never get used to that, that weird hyper speed vampire thing. “Lift up.” His fingers hook into her underwear and pull them downwards, almost groaning when he sees how wet she is. Harry wastes no time in licking her, kissing her, and sucking on her. Each time he goes down on Y/N it becomes more difficult to resist biting into her. Her femoral artery just pounding away right next to his ear, just taunting him. The thought of her warm blood flowing into his mouth while she comes for him causes him to grunt and push two fingers into her.
Her hand flies to his shoulder, “Oh, my god.” He sucks on her clit with no mercy and curls his long fingers. Her moans and yelps make it even harder to restrain himself but her legs widen and her hand moves to the back of his head, “You can do it.”
“What?” Harry doesn’t quite catch on at first, he continues to kiss and lick her, and grin that she’s too busy raising her hips to answer at first.
“Bite me.” His head jolts up but his fingers stay. He never expected her to blurt it out like that.
He studies Y/N’s face for any uncertainty but can’t find it, “Do you want me to?”
“Is it gonna hurt?” Harry can feel the blood rapidly course through her veins. Her heart is running away from her.
He furrows his brow kisses her thigh, “No, baby.” He can feel the blood pumping beneath her skin, warm and fast paced. He licks a long stripe upwards and curls his fingers, delighted by the throbbing around them. “I’ll take good care of you.” She nods and gasps when his teeth extend. He places his free hand on the other side of her thigh and sinks his teeth in. To her surprise, she only feels him sucking and licking.
The combination of him feeding and his fingers has her so close that she feels like she could scream. A part of her is terrified to lift her head as see him in action but a bigger part of her wants to watch. She pulls herself up to rest on her elbows and she makes the most impure sound that’s hit Harry’s ears. His eyes find hers but he doesn’t stop drinking from her. His thumb joins in pleasuring her along with his fingers. The moment his thumb encounters her clit her body flops back to the sheets, completely taken over by sensation. She begins to cry out his name and he finally removes his teeth from her flesh.
“No, no, no, Not yet. Don’t come.” He removes his hand from her and crawls up her body, “Told ya it wouldn’t hurt but I think you liked it more than I thought you would.” Her eyes are closed but she smiles and he can’t help but kiss her. “I’m sorry if I taste bad, love.” He wipes the blood from her mouth and cleans his face with the sheet. His lips touch her temple and his hand moves between them, adjusting himself so that he can slide into her.
Y/N throws her head back and lazily laughs, “You feel so good.” She’s sensitive and feels something akin to being high, “Wha-What do I taste like?”
“Baby, you taste like fire and flowers all at once.” He’ll never be able to get that taste out of his mouth, she tasted better than anything he could ever imagine. “The closer I got you to coming for me, the better you tasted.” He thrusts become harder and harder and Y/N gets louder and louder. “Fuck, you loved it, didn’t you?” He flips her on her stomach and gets his hand underneath her body. He rubs her rapidly while he pounds into her. “Hmm? You like belongin’ to me?” He can feel her clench and he licks his blood-stained lips.
Her hands grab hold of the headboard and she doesn’t know if she wants to press herself into his hand or his dick. “I’m gonna come, Harry.” He feels her body tense and grabs her hips to move even faster. His mind goes back to how good she tasted and how sweet her noises are. “Fuck.”
“Doing so well, Sweetheart.” He rubs her back as he moves into her over and over again, “Being a good girl, yeah?” He exhales as his teeth extend once more. He’s close and he wants to drag it out but his body won’t let him. He feels it bubble up and catch fire in his lower stomach. He comes with a grunt and grips her hips tightly, “If I wasn’t already dead, I think I might have died.” He bends down and kisses her shoulder, “Flip over for me, I’ll get something to clean you up.” He continues to kiss down her back and playfully nibbles her bum before sliding off the bed, causing her to jump.
Harry returns with a warm wash cloth and pokes at her back, singling her to flip. “Thank you.” He cleans her stained skin delicately and presses the smallest of kisses on her knee. “Why’d you pick my thigh?”
He rests his chin on her knee and gives her his signature smirk, “I got to see how wet you got when I bit into you.” He runs a finger up her slit and laughs when her legs quiver, “Oh, not finished tonight, are we?” She shakes her head and places his palm over her center, making his teeth make yet another appearance, “Naughty, naughty.”
thinking abt how harry had a snl set replica made from cake for the cast and crew and how he sends so many people flowers just because amd how he makes tshirts to have a running inside joke with his friends or how he has themed cupcakes made for his friends to have backstage just because he is intentional in his relationships with people and he wants them to feel loved and appreciated and seen 🥺
