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🔞High | Harry Lewis
CWs: Drugs (smoking weed), High sex , outdoor sex, dry humping, desperate sorta sex, clitoral stimulation Summary: Lazy Summer night with your best friend spent smoking 🌿 on top of his ford mondeo, leading to acting on those desperate sexual inhibitions, even if that means fucking on the car roof in the middle of assfuck nowhere Wordcount: 1.8k
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You were in the middle of nowhere, some random turn in point just off of the country roads nobody ventured over at this time of night. You looked up to the sky from atop the rover roof your back lay flat against, observing the stars which shone brightly in the cloudless, inky sky - reflected in Harry's eyes as he took a drag of the blunt the two of you had been sharing in the moonlight.
"Harry?" It felt as though you weren't even saying his name as your hand tugged at the hem of his shirt. The paper passed from his hand to yours before you brought it back up to your lips, breathing in and taking it back before letting a cloud pass, shading the clear night sky only momentarily before the stars reappeared once more. "Maybe we should get back into the car."
"Why?" Harry asked lazily, his hand brushed yours away from his shirt, instead slotting his fingers between yours whilst his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.
"I was thinking," You started. "You know how we get sunburn? What if we can get moonburn."
Harry didn't reply for a moment.
"That is a great fuckin' point."
He took the blunt back, slowly taking his drag and puffing it back before rolling over- causing you to let out a huff from the pressure as his body landed on top of yours, his chest flush with yours.
"The fuck are you doing, I can feel the car wobbling Harry- you better not tip this thing over-"
"I'm tryna protect you," He groaned from above you. "From the moonburn- I'm covering you, see, so you don't get burned."
"Wow, cheers," You laughed slowly at his gesture even if it did crush you lungs. Luckily, Harry was courteous enough to roll back over and let you sit up and lean back onto your arm, inhaling the sweet night air - free from pollution of other people. Pulling the paper from your lips you held it out to Harry, looking back and catching a glimpse into those pleasant blue eyes as you asked "You wanna hit?"
Harry shook his head, though there was a playful grin on his lips as he did. "I want you to give it to me yourself."
Your lips curled into a grin as you knew exactly what he meant. You shuffled over the cold metal roof to get closer to him. Harry uncrossed his legs, giving you his lap to crawl onto, straddling his hips as you placed one hand on his shoulder for stability, the other holding the blunt between your lips as you inhaled the smoke before cupping Harry's jaw in your hand. Your fingers curved over his cheek, finding the hollows where his gums dipped and pressing down lightly to indicate for him to open his mouth. Harry's lips parted as your fingers dragged his jaw down, nails digging into his lower jaw to keep his mouth open as you leaned forwards, almost pressing your lips to his as you blew the smoke into his mouth, passing the second hand weed into his system as he took it all back, his eyes closing instinctively with yours as he took in your sweet scent, intoxicated with that and the smoke that clouded his mind.
His lips closed around your before you could pull back, the soft flesh caressing your own and finding a lazy pace to work at, the almost sweet aftertaste of weed lingering across one another's lips which moved wetly together. Harry's hand came to the side of your face, cupping your cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear whilst you could feel his eyelashes softly brushing against your cheek.
Harry's teeth came down on your lip, the soft pressure enough to make you open your mouth, Harry's tongue exploiting the movement as he made the kiss even sloppier, the taste of weed evident on his tongue and making you chase him once he pulled back slightly, your eyes opening to see a smirk across his lips.
His hand trailed up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake as the cold night air lingered after his touch, his fingers toying with the buttons before slipping the denim down, exposing your legs and lower half, now only covered by thin panties.
A laboured breath fell from your lips as Harry's index and middle fingers curled around the waistband of the panties, yourself shuffling to help him pull the material down before you felt his cold fingertips press delicately against your clit.
The gentle shock of the action was pleasant, and made you elicit a breathy moan, your hips bucking momentarily as all your nerves were ignited simultaneously. His finger slowly circled the spot, making your legs weak, and you bit down onto your lip with a heavy breath, not wanting to break the quiet ambience of the country night.
"You can be as loud as you want, baby," Harry's voice was delicate and coaxing almost, and you let go of you lip between your teeth, the next groan coming unfiltered as Harry was less soft- increasing the pressure and making your head spin almost.
You began subconsciously rocking your hips against Harry's touch, and as soon as you realised you had been doing it, Harry's fingers pulled away. Turning around disappointedly to see why Harry had stopped, you heard the clinking of metal as Harry tugged his buckle, sliding his belt off and undoing his zipper.
It was dark, but you could still make out Harry's cock in the darkness- how it looked so tempting as the boxers came down- his length bobbing back up and hitting his stomach, the influence of the weed clearly getting him even more horny. And you couldn't say that the weed didn't have a similar influence on you, as you felt your core heating up- almost aching from how you felt upon seeing Harry's length, just needing him to thrust on in and fuck you already.
You pushed Harry down by the chest so that his back was flat against the car roof, and he let out a huff upon the impact, wiggling uncomfortably at the coolness of the metal against his skin. He didn't move though, as you placed either hand to his chest, crawling over his legs and finding a comfortable position whereby you could feel his cock beneath you, flush against your core and head nudging your clit. A groan fell from your lips and you couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of his cock, simply grinding down onto his length and letting the friction between his cock and your clit provide you pleasure- almost desperately grinding against his cock, releasing all your inhibitions with the freedom provided by the blunt and adrenaline of doing it on top of your car on an open road.
His length caught against your opening and the tip sunk between your soaked folds so deliciously you wouldn't help but sink yourself down onto his cock, arching your back as you lowered yourself until he was fully inside of you, bottomed out so that your skin was flush with his own burning hot skin.
Harry pulled his hand up to your face, stroking your cheek as you felt the blunt scratching your skin, the paper held between his fingers as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind you ear, his thumb finding your lips and slipping between to rest upon your tongue, letting you suck his digit before leaning off it with a pop and allowing Harry to delicately place the joint between your lips and take a drag, slotting the paper back between Harry's fingers and blowing the smoke back out before letting out a giggle and leaning back down to reattach your lips with Harry's and share a passionate, sloppy kiss.
Only was the kissing interrupted when Harry moaned heavily into the kiss upon feeling your hips begin grinding back and forth, his cock tracing your insides and moving minimally and yet providing so much pleasure you couldn't help but chase it, putting pressure onto your knees and using them to raise your body from his cock and start riding him.
Your bounces were wanton and ravenous, each one emitting a low sort of squelch; the combination of your slick against Harry's cock making near-pornographic sounds. And Harry's groans were a symphony, the way they were so husky and only turned you on further, a certain horny beauty within the load moans that fell desperately from your lips with each thrust, so sexily sinful against the otherwise silent wilderness around you.
Harry's brain felt as though it were heading dangerously into overdrive, the way it was so clouded was almost worrying- all the stimulation of your velvet walls pressing tight around his cock had his whole body sweltering, the cold metal against his back the only vice that kept him somewhat cool. And the sight of your tits, jiggling in high circles with each eager thrust of his cock into your pussy, had him bucking his hips and trying to hit your g-spot just to see you moan and see those tits shake with each thrust- your nipples hardened against the cold nights air and drawing him to place a heavy hand against one- his fingers kneading and caressing your doughy skin whilst his thumb sensually pressed and flicked your nipple.
You knew he was getting close; his hips bucking almost uncontrollable with each of your bounces, kissing your cervix with each thrust and making your legs shake, the feeling of his hand reaching across your leg to grip your thigh- his nails sinking into your peachy flesh and leaving little crescent nail-marks clouding your mind and pushing you closer and closer to your climax.
"H-Harry," You groaned.
"Oh I'm so close baby, don't you worry-" He cut you off with an animalistic groan, both his hands attaching at your hips and controlling you- using you at his own pace as your legs were so close to giving out, thrusting you up and down on his cock as though you were a cocksleeve for his pleasure only.
"Fuck, HaArry..." The crack within your voice was so raw and broken, Harry was pushed just over the edge as you were- the feeling of his cock painting white stripes within your uterus as you climaxed yourself, sending stars within your eyes and euphoria coursing through your body, making your head spin and thighs clench and shake.
You couldn't even support your body weight, your arms giving out and causing your body to collapse atop Harry's- your sweaty body meeting his own which was covered in a thin sheen, the combination of the weed heating his body, cold night air, and hot and passionate sex causing the two of you to feel hot-and-cold everywhere, and yet still have it in yourselves to cuddle naked on the roof of the car, giggling under the influence of the weed and savouring this time together that you still had whilst you were young.
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summary: harry's been a bit sick of you hopping on tiktok trends, but this one leaves him a little more than baffled.
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hiii i know you havent posted in a while but if you are still taking requests would you do blurb or smau of harry and reader buying a new house maybe in guernsey or london and its just cute domestic vibes ? love your work :)
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home | harry lewis
summary: y/n and harry move in to their forever home
word count: 1.8k
warnings: mostly just a cutesy/fluff blurb but references to sex at the end
The day had finally come for Y/N and Harry. The day they were about to move into their new house. Sure, they had shared a quaint but homely London flat for the past five years, but now they were onto bigger things. Their first proper forever home.
To say Harry was bricking it was an understatement. Of course, the pair had done their fair share of moving around, life tucked away in cardboard boxes, but this was the real deal—probably the last time they’d ever have to do this, and God, there was so much to do, and Harry felt completely hopeless. He’d spent the last half an hour trying to get the garage door to open, slapping the remote aimlessly with his hand to try and get it to work, and pulling his hair in defeat when it didn’t. It turns out he had been using the wrong remote the whole time, and instead of opening the garage door, he had been toying about with your house's light system, the lights inside the house flickering on and off as he sighed in frustration outside unknowingly. He was stressed, and Y/N was inside, thinking they had faulty electrics.. It was a great start.
Another five minutes passed, and Harry had given up, deciding his car looked much better parked on the driveway anyway, and took it upon himself to unload some more boxes from the boot of his car. He walked up to the house, rummaging in his pockets for the house keys, cursing under his breath when he saw sight of that stupid remote that had caused him torture for the last few minutes—he'd have chucked it in the bin at this rate, but knew Y/N would give him a telling-off for being so silly. Shoving the key in the door, he opened the blue door that had drawn the pair in the first time they came to view the house—his favourite colour being blue and Y/N loving the pop of colour it gave—a warm welcome to future guests that the two would definitely have. He placed the two boxes he had managed to carry from the car and kicked off his Air Forces, abiding by Y/N’s ‘No Shoes’ rule that she had gone on and on about, not wanting to dirty the brand new floors.
He could hear the faint sound of some pop song he didn’t know the name of as he made his way down the hallway, a fresh smell of paint wafting into his nose. He leaned on the doorframe, not before tapping his finger to check if the paint had dried and luckily it had as he couldn’t think of anything worse than getting paint all over his new hoodie. He could see the woman he loved trailing around the kitchen, cupboards open, and boxes all over the marble kitchen counter. She had a determined look on her face as she placed different glassware and plates into cupboards—shiny new ones but also some that Harry had recognised from their old flat. She couldn’t see him as he watched her intently, struggling to lift a heavy box that was filled to the brim with more kitchenware. He knew he’d ought to help her because she was struggling, but the sight was something to enjoy, and a smug look was present on his face as he watched his love scuffle around the kitchen in her pink crocs and his old jumper that was a few sizes too big for her.
‘’You need a hand, lovely?’’ he teased as she whipped her head around at the sound of his voice, plates nearly falling out of her hands.
‘’Fucking hell, Harry’’ She gasped, steadying the plates in her hands, leaving them down on the counter as she looked properly at him. He had a cheeky grin on his face that made her want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. ‘’Don’t sneak up on me like that.’’
‘’I would have warned you, but I can’t bloody hear myself think over this shite music.’’ he laughed as he made his way over to the counter and pressed the volume down on the speaker that was bellowing endless pop tunes.
‘’Don’t hate on Sabrina Carpenter; she’s an icon.’’
‘’I haven’t a clue who that is.’’ Harry narrowed his eyes at her as she made her way towards him, wrapping her hands around his waist.
Looking up at him, Y/N laughed, ‘’Course you don’t, you old man.’’ With a kiss to his lips, she smiled, and she took her arms from his waist, wanting to get a better look at him. ‘’How was your day?’’
‘’Was alright.’’ Harry sighed, ‘’Saw the lads for a bit and picked up the last of the boxes from storage, but that’s all. How was yours?’’
‘’OK. Better now you’re home.’’ she smiled.
The word home almost made Harry’s heart explode out of his chest. It just sounded so good and so right. This place was home, especially with the two here together.
‘’Think there’s a problem with the electrics though; the lights kept flickering earlier. I hope this place isn’t haunted - they never advertised that.’’ She laughed.
''Oh, for fuck sakes.’’ Harry cursed, pulling her hand so that her body was nearer to him and away from the counter. ‘’Well, at least I’m here now to protect you from anything scary.’’
Y/N snorted, ‘’Some job you’d do at protecting me—you're scared of everything, silly.’’
''Oh, shut up and gimme me a kiss.’’ he said before separating the space between them once again.
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A couple of hours had passed, and Y/N and Harry had managed to unpack all the boxes from the kitchen, living room, and bedroom, leaving all the others piled up in a spare room, ready for them to tackle the following day. To say they were exhausted would have been an understatement.
‘’I’m here all day tomorrow.’’ Harry hummed, ‘’What’s the unpacking plan?’’
‘’Hmm, I’m thinking we start with the spare rooms.’’ Y/N yawned, her body relaxing into Harry’s body as the pair lay on the sofa, his hands delicately playing with her hair. ‘’Then maybe we could do your filming room; you’ll need that soon enough, won’t you?’’
‘’What about your office?’’ Harry asked, knowing Y/N loved her little office she had in their old flat. The two loved one another’s company, don’t get them wrong, but sometimes it was nice that they had their own separate little rooms where they could get on with whatever they needed to that day with no distractions—Harry mostly shouting at his computer filming a More Sidemen video and Y/N working on her fashion blog, headphones on so she didn’t hear her lover screaming every ten minutes.
‘’That can wait. You need your room done more than me; you have all that filming to do.’’ She poked at his side.
‘’You’re an angel, d’you know that, ’’ Harry smiled. ‘’We’ll try to do both.’’
Y/N hummed into him, knowing that they probably would only end up doing one room before Harry ended up getting distracted while he unpacked, finding some random useless item he had kept from 2014. ‘’We’ll try.’’
‘’You feeling tired?’’ Harry asked as he kept playing with her hair. She always got tired whenever he did it, usually lulling to sleep half the time, but Harry didn’t mind; he enjoyed watching her pretty eyes flutter to sleep, knowing she felt safe in his embrace.
‘’Not really.’’ She lied. ‘’Why, what are you thinking?’’
Pulling his hand from her head, she looked up at him dreamily, and it was like she could see the thoughts spinning around his head as he watched her intently.
‘’Just thinking we haven’t christened the house yet is all.’’ He smiled, a smirk toying at the corners of his mouth.
‘’Christened the house?’’ Y/N laughed, moving to prop herself up to get a better look at her smirking boyfriend.
‘’Yeah, you know, like they do in the movies.’’
‘’What sort of movies have you been watching?’’ Y/N snorted.
''Oh, shut up, don’t you start,’’ Harry tutted playfully, ‘’Y’know what I mean.’’
‘’Go on then; tell me more.’’ Y/N teased.
Harry laughed. So she wanted to indulge him. Thought she was tired? Bullshit.
‘’Just feel like we’ve got a lot of rooms to christen, big house and all,’’ He pressed a kiss on her cheek. ‘’I’m thinking we start upstairs and work our way around the house.’’
‘’All in one night? You’ll be knackered.’’ She teased again.
‘’We’ve got forever, lovely, not just the night,’’ Harry smiled. ''Plus, I think you’ll be the knackered one once I’ve had my way with you.’’ Pressing another kiss on her other cheek.
‘’Is that so?’’ Y/N’s voice spoke. Yeah, she wasn’t tired anymore at all.
‘’Yes, doll,’’ Harry grinned, ‘’Don’t pretend you don’t know it.’’
‘’Hmm,’’ she sighed before getting up from the sofa, untangling herself from his grasp and the mounds of blankets that surrounded them. ‘’Race you upstairs then.’’ She said this before legging it out the living room door. She could hear Harry groan from the sofa as she waited momentarily outside the doorway, not wanting to run too far ahead of him.
He doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, chucking the blankets and his phone to the side as he raced out the door to see her not that far ahead of him, nearing the staircase.
‘’Thought you were faster than that, lovely.’’ He laughed as he chased after her, hands flying out in front of him to try and take hold of her hand but failing as she was always just a few inches ahead of him.
‘’Come on, slow coach.’’ She echoed from the top of the stairs, and he could see that his hoodie that she’d been wearing for the past few hours had been discarded over the bannister. What a menace, he thought.
With her just out of sight, he took heavy steps up the stairs before pausing at the top, letting out a sigh of happiness. His favourite girl in the world, running around their house as she shouted for him from their bedroom—he could so get used to this, he knew that for sure.
Their home together, forever.
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for the best part two | harry lewis
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It’s for the best.
And maybe it was, as Y/N stepped out into the cool evening air, her heart feeling heavy from the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled longing. She couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in her chest—a stark contrast to the usual warmth of Harry’s apartment that she was leaving behind. It now felt cold, just like the look he gave her as he spoke the words she’d wished he never said—it’s for the best.
With every step away from Harry’s building, Y/N felt like she was taking a step further away from something that she couldn’t quite grasp. The connection never fully materialised. And maybe he was right; maybe it was for the best, but that didn’t make her feel any less stupid. The moments of intimacy they shared now felt like distant memories, replaced by the echoes of their silent exchange. They reverberated in her mind, the thoughts of what could have been and what should have been. She felt silly that she had ever mentioned anything. If she had kept quiet and not let her thoughts lead her astray, she’d still be tangled up in his bed, whispering sweet nothings, and her heart would not hurt as much as it did right now.
She knew she’d made a mistake. She knew it three months ago when he was asleep in her room, the sound of his hushed snoring keeping her awake as she looked down at him with his arms wrapped around her. If it had been anyone else keeping her up with their laboured breathing, she’d have told them to be quiet, but it was him, and the sound lulled her to sleep every night. It was something she’d grown used to, something she liked hearing, knowing he was only inches away from her and holding onto her like he never wanted to leave. She felt wanted, and she loved it. She loved it, and she knew it was wrong to love it, and now the thought of never hearing it again, well, it felt like a stab in the heart.
Lost in her thoughts, she found herself wandering aimlessly through the dark streets, the tears on her cheeks glistening in the glow of the streetlights. If anyone had walked past and taken a look at the girl, they would have thought she was crazy. A blubbering mess. And she felt like one too, as she quickened her pace in hopes of rushing home. She needed a release—a cathartic release from the ache in her heart—to go home and scream into her pillow. She wanted to forget everything that had been said in the last hour. To go back to before, when it was casual and she was happy. But she couldn’t because there was no casualty before, and maybe she was never really happy.
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Five days had passed since Y/N had left Harry’s flat, and she had spent those five days in the isolation of her own home, not wanting to leave her, ignoring all the texts she got from the girls. She’d even called in sick to work and Cal and Chip knew something was up, she’d never miss a Fellas shoot. Maybe to some, it might have been a bit of a dramatic reaction, but in truth, Y/N felt like her heart had just been ripped out, chewed up, and spat out. She was allowed to be as dramatic as possible.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt this much, either. After all, it wasn’t a real relationship; they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend; there was no label. It was just a fleeting connection built on half-truths and borrowed moments of intimacy. But Y/N was ensnared; in the tangled web of emotions they’d spun around each other, she felt her heart tethered to Harry’s in ways she couldn’t explain. If only Harry had felt the same.
The girls had had enough. They were worried about Y/N as she kept herself cooped away in the quiet solitude of her bedroom. They knew she was staring blankly at the screen of her phone, watching all their texts pop up, and more than likely reading through the remnants of her text conversations with Harry. They needed to intervene.
Y/N’s friends, Sabina, Fatih, and Laura, knew all too well the pain she was going through. They saw it first hand over the past few months. While they loved Harry to bits—him being a friend of their boyfriends and a friend to them too—they also loved Y/N, and after seeing her wrapped up in this messy debacle, they knew that she was hurting. With bags full of cheap wine, picky bits of food, and their hearts full of determination, they arrived at Y/N’s doorstep one sunny afternoon. They hadn’t bothered texting her before to let her know they were coming, knowing she’d probably make some silly excuse and manage to worm her way out of their plan.
"Alright, ladies," Sabina declared, setting down her bag of groceries. "Operation Cheer Y/N Up is in full swing."
With a chorus of nods, they exchanged smiles before knocking on the door.
Y/N answered, her eyes weary, but a glimmer of surprise danced across her face at the sight of her friends assembled on her doorstep. God, she was in for a long night.
"Babe!’’ Faith said, offering her a warm hug. "We come bearing gifts."
Y/N's lips curled into a faint smile as she ushered the girls inside. They made their way to the living room, where blankets were strewn across the couch from where Y/N had set up camp the past few days, indulging in terrible rom-coms.
They wasted no time in bustling into the kitchen, grabbing four wine glasses and a few plates from her cupboards. Popping open the cheap rose and setting up the snacks, Y/N felt a semblance of normalcy returning. It was nice to see the girls, a reminder that she wasn’t completely alone in this. She had dreaded the thought that she’d have to completely avoid everyone and that they’d all take Harry’s side, but she knew that would have been ridiculous. They were her friends too, and in reality, there were no sides to be taken; it was just between her and him. The group had warned them it was bound to end badly.
‘’How are you coping?’’ Laura asked, balancing her glass of pink fizz on her leg as she sat cross-legged opposite Y/N.
Y/N let out a sigh. ‘’Truthfully, a lot worse than I thought I’d be. I mean, I know it was nothing serious but-’’
‘’Shut-up.’’ Faith swatted the girl next to her. ‘’It was serious. It’s been what? Six months? That’s basically a relationship.’’
‘’I agree. I moved in with Chip at the four-month mark. Half a year and I’d be thinking I’m getting married and having kids with the boy!’’ Sabina laughed.
‘’No, I know, but we never started off dating. It was casual from the get-go, and I foolishly caught feelings. I can’t blame him for not feeling the same.’’ Y/N sighed, resting her head on her hand in defeat.
‘’Y/N, there’s nothing silly about catching feelings. You spent half a year with him. It was bound to happen.’’ Laura spoke.
‘’Literally! There’s no way he could've thought the way he was around you was casual.’’
‘’What do you mean?’’ Y/N said with furrowed brows. She’d hoped there were another two bottles of wine in their bags because she felt like she needed them.
‘’Babe, he was all over you any chance he got. Always talking about you. Ethan told me he was like a broken record on Sidemen shoots, always mentioning you. There’s no way it was casual for him.’’ Faith reassured.
''Well, he pretty much kicked me out; he didn’t even want to have a conversation about it.’’ Y/N spoke, feeling the tears itching at her eyes, but she held them together, not wanting to break down in front of the girls, even if they were her best friends. ‘’Said it was for the best.’’
‘’I can’t believe that!’’
‘’Doesn’t even sound like Harry. I bet he just said it in the heat of the moment but probably regrets it.’’
‘’Have you heard from him since?’’
‘’No, nothing.’’ Y/N paused. ‘’I’m not surprised though; it seemed like he was over it all anyways.’’
The girls sat in silence for a moment as they watched their friend, shoulders heavy with the weight of sorrow she was feeling, and all enveloped her in a massive hug.
‘’This calls for a night out!’’ Faith beckoned from the hug.
‘’I can’t. I don’t want to bump into him yet.’’ Y/N sighed. She didn’t know how she’d react if she saw him. She’d probably want to run out of the bar and back to the only place she’d found comfort in for the past few days—her bed.
‘’Nope, I’m not hearing it.’’ Sabina laughed. ‘’He doesn’t own the place. So what if we bump into him? We need to cheer you up, and 2 for 1 cocktails sound like a good start to me.’’
''Oh, I don’t know-’’
‘’Right, Friday at 7? Let’s meet at the pub.’’
There was no way the girls were going to let her say no. A pub night it was.
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Harry felt like shit. Complete and utter shit.
For the past five days, his mind had been a tempest of conflicting emotions and he felt completely weighed down by the burden of guilt. He didn’t even know where it all had gone so wrong. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment but he knew it was all his fault. The image of Y/N’s eyes brimming with tears as she left his bedroom was enough to engulf him in a sea of remorse and he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Unlike Y/N he hadn’t kept himself hushed away in the four walls of his bedroom. Oh no, that was the last place he wanted to be. He hated being in that room. Every trace of her was still visible and it made him feel sick. The smell of her vanilla perfume still on his pillows, her favourite bra in his chest of drawers and the array of jewellery she had left on his bedside table when she rushed off. She was everywhere and it made him feel like shit.
Instead Harry took every opportunity he could to get out of his flat. Whether it was hours at the gym, drowning his sorrows in the pub or even offering to fill in for Tobi on a Side Plus shoot, he did everything possible to not be home. The boys knew something was up, he’d never offer to do an extra shoot, usually loving his time off. And at the pub too when he returned to his old ways after a few pints and started getting rowdy and mean with them, they knew something was off. They didn’t pry though. They had heard the whispers from their girlfriends that something had gone down between him and Y/N and then knew that more than likely it was his fault.
He’d never felt like this before either. The feeling in his chest was so alien to him. Even when he had broken up with his ex of two years, the pain in his heart was never this bad. And he had no idea why.
He missed her, that's the one thing he did know. He missed her laugh like you’d miss a ray of sunlight on a rainy day. He missed her laughter that danced like a melody through the air. He missed her smile that was so bright it could light up any room. The way she’d sing off key in his shower. Or the way she’d turn up after work with food in hand and a bottle of the red wine he loved. He’d even slept on the side of the bed that she’d preferred, it smelled just like her and he missed it. Course, he missed the sex too but that wasn’t just it, he actually craved her as a person. He could have gone out on a night out and pulled any girl he wanted but the thought made him feel sick. He just missed her so much but he just didn’t know why.
Checking his phone, he saw a text that Chip had sent into the groupchat. Chip : ‘Anyone wanna go pub on friday? 8pm?’
Anywhere was better than home, Harry knew that. So pub on Friday, it was.
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Friday had come around way too quickly for Y/N. She felt herself facing a dilemma - she had promised the girls she would join them at the pub, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that coiled like a serpent in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t think of anything worse than necking a few pints and forcing conversation. And she couldn’t budge the idea that Harry might be there, out of her mind. She didn’t know what she’d do if she came face to face with him. She felt sick at the thought.
With a resigned sigh, she dragged herself away from the comfort of her cosy flat and stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection with a mixture of resignation and reluctance. The girls insisted the whole night that a night out at the pub would be just what she needed to lift her spirits, to chase away the shadows that lingered in the corners of her mind. And usually she’d be all for it. She loved a night out as much as the next person but it almost felt too soon. She wasn’t sure if she was ready and deep down she knew he’d be there.
As she brushed her hair and applied a coat of ruby red lipstick, she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. She had especially caked on the concealer in attempts to hide the dark eye bags that had appeared over the last few days. Her outfit was simple, sporting some black flare jeans and a little baby tee, nothing special but she felt comfortable.
It didn’t take her too long to get to the pub. Just a quick 10 minute walk from her flat and she’d landed outside ‘The Old Queen’s Head’ a local favourite for the group. Sabina and Laura were outside chatting to the security guard and she felt instant relief that she didn’t have to walk in on her own. With a few hugs and kisses on the cheek later, the girls stepped in and went to the bar.
Y/N felt thankful that when she went in all she could see was a few groups of people she didn't recognise and some old men sat at the bar - he wasn’t there. She had never felt such relief. A few 2 for 1 cocktails later and she found herself relaxing. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe the last few days in isolation were a bit extreme. It was good to be back with the girls, chatting about future plans and fond memories. It was nice.
An hour had passed and Y/N felt slightly buzzed but relaxed. That was until she looked across the table and saw the two girls opposite with wide eyes as they looked towards the door.
‘’For fuck sakes, I told Josh to not bring him.’’ Sabina sighed.
‘’Don’t turn around, Y/N.’’ Laura spoke, squeezing Y/N’s hand.
In any other situation that statement would have been vague and Y/N would have had no clue who was behind her but curiosity went a miss, she knew exactly who it was. Of course, he was here. Why wouldn’t he be? He was always at this pub with the group on a Friday - as if this week would have been any different.
She didn’t dare turn around, feeling frozen on the wooden pub stool. She could hear the chorus of ‘hello’s’ from the boys and she felt sick. Giving a quick smile and a mumbled ‘hi’ back to them, she felt like she was about to faint. With a dizzy mind and sweaty palms, she lifted herself up from her seat, muttering that she needed some air and headed outside with her eyes down, avoiding Harry’s piercing eyes that were focused on her.
She’d never felt more thankful for the crisp London chill in the air that hit her as she opened the door to leave the pub. The cold sent shivers down her spine and knocked her back to reality. She knew she probably looked like a fool, immediately fleeing the scene as soon as he arrived but she didn’t care. It felt like the walls of the pub were closing in on her and she needed to escape - she knew the girls would understand.
Propped up against the brick wall, she let out a breath and closed her eyes. Her mind felt like it was moving at a hundred miles per hour, thoughts racing around in her head. How was she supposed to get over this when she could barely be in the same room as him without her heart shattering into millions of pieces.
She felt defeated and she just wanted to go home and cry. In her own little world, she let her thoughts run wild before she heard a raspy cough next to her, interrupting her inner monologue. She opened her eyes to see who it was but in heart she knew it was him before she could even lay her eyes on him.
‘’Are you alright?’’ Harry spoke softly, running his hands through his hair as he propped himself against the wall next to her.
She wanted to scream. They hadn’t seen each other in days, the last memory of him being him kicking her out and the first thing he said was ‘Are you alright?’. It was laughable.
‘’Am I alright?’’ Y/N laughed, ‘’Oh, I’m fantastic.’’
Harry so badly wanted to roll his eyes but stopped himself, not wanting to fuel an argument between them.
‘’I’m sorry.’’ he paused, ‘’I didn’t realise you were going to be here.’’
‘’Me either.’’ She sighed, finding it hard to even look at him, knowing one look into his eyes would send her haywire. ‘’I wouldn’t of come if I’d have known.’’
‘’Y/N, I just want to apologise. I- I shouldn’t have told you to leave that night. I just didn’t know what to say.’’
‘’You don’t need to apologise. I can’t blame you for not feeling the same.
‘’It’s not that I-’’ he stopped himself, ‘’Look, do you think we can talk about this properly? Somewhere more quiet?’’
She looked up at him properly for the first time. He looked worse than she thought would and she’d be lying if it didn’t make her smile. His eyes were darkened with bags, the t-shirt he was wearing looked like it could use an iron and his hair was messy and unkempt.
‘’Is that your attempt to ruse me back to your apartment? I’m not sleeping with you, Harry.’’
‘’For fuck sake, no.’’ God, he wanted to roll his eyes even more now. ‘’I just want to talk, please, Y/N.’’
‘’Fine.’’ she sighed in defeat. ‘’Just to talk.’’
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The walk back to Harry’s was quiet. The pair walked side by side in a silence that was unsurprisingly uncomfortable and they couldn’t help but try and ignore the awkward tension hanging between them.
The street lights cast long shadows on the pavement as they walked next to each other, the sound of their footsteps and cars passing by being the only thing echoing softly in the air. They both stole glances of one another, Y/N noting the way his jaw was clenched slightly and Harry noticing her shaking hands, a sign of the unease that the pair mirrored from one another.
It felt weird to think that not so long ago the two could barely savour a moment of silence in each other's company, always making each other laugh or telling some bizarre story that the other listened to intently. The silence was deafening and they both felt awful.
The walk to Harry’s was a familiar route for Y/N and her heart ached as she walked past the places they used to love going. They passed the park where they had their first picnic, the bench where they shared their deepest secrets, and the bar that they shared their first kiss in. Each sight stirred emotions Y/N had hoped she’d be able to bury, adding weight to the silence that hung heavily between them as they knowingly passed their favourite spots.
They reached the front door of Harry’s flat and all Y/N could think about was turning around and running as far away as possible. But before she could muster the courage to speak and say ‘this is a bad idea,’Harry broke the silence.
‘’Please just come up for a while,’’ Harry sighed knowing that she was regretting coming here with him, he could see it written all over her face. ‘’Just hear me out.’’
Sighing in vanquish, she watched him unlock the door and followed him up the stairs.
His flat looked the same as it did when she rushed out the door last week only this time she could see it clearly, no tears fogging up her vision. It was messier though, piles of plates and cups filling the sink, a few boxes scattered around and the bin overflowing with rubbish.
She mirrored him as he took a seat on the sofa and she purposely sat as far away from him as possible. She could feel herself on the edge of the sofa and if she had tried to move any further away she more than likely would’ve landed on the floor.
"Y/N, I... I just wanted to say..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked up, meeting his gaze, searching for the words he couldn't seem to find.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion.
Y/N felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she nodded, the weight of his second apology of the night lifting a burden she hadn't realised she'd been carrying.
"I’ve told you, you don’t need to feel sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the city outside the window.
‘’No, I do.’’ Harry said, barely meeting her eyes as he played with his hands. ‘’I didn’t mean to tell you to leave, I just didn’t know what to say.’’
‘’And you know what to say now?’’
‘’No- I- ,fuck. It just shocked me, that's all. I’ve never been good with confrontation, even now it makes me feel nervous.’’ he paused, ‘’I never wanted to upset you, I just couldn’t put my feelings into words.’’
‘’Your feelings?’’
‘’Yes. I haven’t been able to sleep since that night. I regret everything I said.’’
‘’But you were right? It is for the best if you don’t feel the same way, Harry.’’ Y/N sighed. ‘’There’s no sugar coating it. You can’t regret what you said if that's how you feel.’’
‘’But it’s not,’’ He wanted nothing more than to reach over and hold her hand, ‘’I can’t sleep because you’re not next to me and it makes me feel strange.’’
‘’You miss the sex? Is that what you’re trying to say?’’ Y/N could barely choke a laugh.
‘’No, obviously not.’’ Y/N narrowed her eyes at his statement. ‘’Not that I don’t miss that- of course I do. I miss that loads-’’
‘’Harry.’’ she cut him off.
‘’Sorry. What I’m trying to say is I miss you. I miss you so much, Y/N. It’s been a week and I can’t think about anything other than you and I don’t know what that means. I’m so confused.’’
Y/N watched him as he blabbered on. If he felt confused then imagine how confused she felt. After a week of thinking he wanted nothing more to do with and now she was hit in the face with his confessions that he missed her. She was baffled.
‘’I’m confused too, Harry. I don't know what you’re trying to say.’’
‘’I’m saying I miss you and the way I’m feeling is something I’ve never felt before. I need you, Y/N.’’ he whispered, barely believing that he was able to get the words out, ‘’I need you so much.’’
Y/N could have died on the spot. Her head was spinning and she knew it was from his confession and not the cheap pornstar martini’s she’d consumed a few hours ago.
‘’I’ve always needed you, Harry.’’ she spoke softly at the boy who was sitting a foot away from her with his head in his hands.
He smiled up at her, removing his hands from his crown.
‘’Will you stay with me tonight?’’ Harry asked gently, ‘’I won’t be able to sleep.’’
‘’OK, I’ll stay.’’
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a/n: going to do another part because i live for this angsty y/n and harry duo. hope you all enjoyed this & thank u for all the love xxx
for the best | harry lewis
summary: in which y/n and harry are in a 'casual' relationship
word count : 2.2k
a/n: this is inspired by the song 'the giver' by sarah kinsley so give it a listen!! hope u enjoy lovelies. super angsty eeeek and i have barely proof read it as i wrote it quite rushed after listening to the song so hope it's ok lol
warnings: angst(no happy ending) , references to sex, alcohol
requests: open <333
rest of my work : masterlist
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In the heart of the bustling city of London, amidst the chatter of late-night pub soirees and neon-lit streets, two individuals found each other in the most unexpected of ways. Y/N and Harry were acquaintances at most, their paths crossing occasionally at a mutual friend’s gathering or crowded house parties. Y/N, being a close friend of Chip and Cal’s, working occasionally behind the scenes with them on their podcast, and Harry, a friend of the fellas, who danced around in friendship circles and was known by nearly everyone - the two were bound to meet at some point.
There was no denying that the pair shared a mutual attraction for one another. It was a chemistry so undeniable from the moment they met—they were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. And their encounters began innocently enough: casual flirtations and stolen glances exchanged at dimly lit bars and late-night gatherings—there was nothing more to it. Plus, Y/N had heard all the stories about him from their friends. That he’d just gotten out of a two-year relationship and was currently partaking in some debauched lifestyle, and she’d listen in on whispers about it too, that he was 'so good in bed’ but ‘not looking for anything serious’. She wasn’t completely sure if it was something she’d want to get involved in but she enjoyed the playfulness of their flirting nonetheless.
And Y/N was the same. Well, not in the sense that she was going out every night to try and 'score’ herself a good time with someone she’d wake up next to and not remember the name of, but in the sense that she just ended a lengthy relationship and was looking for something new. She knew the feeling of being lonely all too well, and she saw that in Harry. Beyond the way he capered around the bars and made the group laugh, she knew he was just lonely. While she knew deep down that in her heart she was a bit of a romantic and never used to just casually sleeping around, maybe something ‘not so serious’ with someone who was ‘good in bed’ would be something fun to try, something good for her. She was only young after all, and thought it would be a good break from her usual monogamy that she’d had going on for the past, however many years. So she let herself relax and dropped her guard down, allowing his flirtatious advances to be something more. And from there on their initial encounters began.
On one fateful evening, as the city hummed with the promise of excitement, Harry and Y/N found themselves alone as their friends danced and those that were in couples kissed the night away. The space between them crackled with anticipation, and they exchanged their usual playful banter over their glasses, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of jazz music that neither of them had heard before. Both of them knew what was on the other’s mind. With an interaction so heated with desire, burning like a wildfire out of control, and far too many shots of Sambuca mixed with obscene amounts of Long Island Iced Tea, it was bound to happen. It was the first night they ever dared share anything more than words, and as Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to Y/N, they both knew that that one kiss had ignited a spark between them. Finally, it set a flickering flame between them, their hearts ablaze with longing and passion. And without a word or nod to their friends, they had abandoned their drinks and made their way back to Harry’s flat, bodies drawn together like magnets, like crazed teenagers who had just had their first kiss and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
That very night, they shared a night of ecstasy, a whirlwind of tangled limbs, and whispered confessions. Revelling in one another’s touch, they explored every inch of skin with a hunger that bordered on desperation. It was raw and intense, a collision of bodies and souls that left them both breathless and yearning for more.
And as dawn broke and the harsh light of morning filtered through the curtains, Harry and Y/N found themselves tangled in a web of confusion and uncertainty. They were just two strangers, bound together by lust and desire, with no expectations or promises between them.
That’s how it all started.
And, Y/N never did mean for it to be anything more than just two people trying to fill the void of a lonely night. But as the night turned to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months, the tryst between them continued, and they met whenever the urge struck. It was usually a text here or there from Harry asking if he could cover over after a night out, to which Y/N would weigh options out in her head but inevitably always reply with a ‘Yes,’. It was a nice arrangement of freedom between them, and the thrill of forbidden passion drove them to new heights.
Their friends were no strangers to what was going on between the pair. Uneasy glances were shared by the group as Harry and Y/N started leaving nights out early together, friends asking them, ‘Is this what you really want to be doing?’ or ‘You know these sorts of things never end well, right?’ but the pair didn’t care; it was their normal now.
It was different for them. They weren’t like their friends who were settling down and moving into houses with their significant others, some even having babies or getting engaged. They were lonely and just wanted to fill a void for a while—at least till the loneliness went away, they hoped. It was just how their nights went now; this was their routine, their shared intimacy—it was good for the pair.
But Y/N knew nothing good ever lasts.
She had started to realise that maybe she wasn’t as good as Harry was at the whole casual idea of fun. While it was good for a while, the constant comments from friends about ‘This isn’t going to end well’ and ‘You’re so much better than this, Y/N’ caught up. The once-anxious looks turned to disapproving ones, and Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had started to form in her like a dark cloud over London in mid-February. She knew all too well that this was no longer a casual idea of fun.
There was nothing casual about their stolen kisses and his fingers playing with her hair. There was nothing casual about their whispered pillow talks about their lifelong dreams and childhood stories. There was nothing casual about his lips pecking her forehead and his hands holding her face like she was the world. And there was nothing casual about the pit in her stomach that she’d feel when she saw him chatting up a girl in a bar—a girl that couldn’t have looked more different to her.
She realized it wasn’t right that she knew all his deepest, darkest secrets and that he knew hers. That she knew what foods upset his stomach or the way his nose crinkled when he felt nervous. The way he’d tap her thigh two times when they were out with friends to let her know that he wasn’t enjoying himself and wanted to leave. The way he held her as she lay on his lap and cried, his hands soothing her gently, There was nothing casual about it.
Y/N knew she had entered into their arrangement with the understanding that it was nothing more than a casual fling between ‘friends"—a temporary escape from the monotony of everyday life. But as she spent more and more time with Harry, she could see that she was getting more attached to and invested in their relationship than she had ever intended. And she wondered if it was the same for him—if the once lonely void in his heart felt filled by her presence.
So one night, as they lay naked, tangled together in Harry’s bed, her head pressed on his chest and his hands messing around with her hair, Y/N found herself unable to hold back her emotions of uncertainty any longer. ‘’Harry,’’ she whispers, her voice quiet and shaky with inconstancy. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’
‘’What is it, Y/N?’’ his hand now moving to trace circles on her skin.
‘’What is this?’’
‘’What do you mean?’’ he replies, sitting up slowly in the bed as Y/N’s head falls from his chest, and she’s forced to prop herself up so she’s now facing him.
Pulling the covers around her, Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever felt more vulnerable in her life. With his wide blue eyes staring at her, his flushed face, and his chest bare, she lets out a breath she didn’t even realise she was holding.
‘’This,’’ she points her finger between the pair, ‘’between us.’’
Harry looks up, his eyes widened by his confusion. "Surely you know by now that we’ve said it thousands of times. It’s casual sex, Y/N,’’ he says with an awkward laugh. A laugh that sends the coldest shiver down Y/N’s spine.
‘’But is it casual anymore?’’ It feels like the temperature has dropped in the room by 10 degrees, and Y/N wishes there was more than a linen sheet covering her. ‘’It’s been six months, Harry.’’
‘’Yes, six months of casual sex,’’ he sighs. ‘’I thought we agreed on this.’’
‘’I know we did, but how is this casual anymore?’’ she pauses. ‘’What’s casual about us spending more days of the week together than apart? Or showing up to meet our friends while holding each other’s hands? The fact that we’ve spent half a year on this? Or the fact that I feel like I know every single thing about you?’’
‘’Y/N, I-’’
‘’No, Harry. There’s nothing casual about this, and you know it.’’
‘’No, I don’t know that, Y/N,’’ he fires back, ‘’we had an agreement,’’
‘’Well, the agreement has gone out the window, Harry.’’
‘’That’s not my fault.’’
‘’I’m not saying it’s your fault,’’ frustration growing as she combs her hands through her hair. ‘’I’m just saying this isn’t the same as when we first started this.’’
He lets out a long exhale, “I feel like you’re making this bigger than it actually is.’’, now shifting himself to the edge of the bed, almost as if he’s trying to get as far away from her as possible. To hide from her sudden confrontation.
‘’Well, I feel like you have no clue how I feel,’’ she exhales. ‘’Have you not heard what our friends think about this whole thing?’’
‘’When have we ever cared what our mates think?’’ he groans, standing up from the bed to pick up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that they had discarded on the floor no so long ago.
And in that moment, it felt like between them stood an invisible wall. An intangible barrier crackling with tension. Each glance exchanged across the divide carried the weight of unspoken words, a silent plea from Y/N for understanding that was only left unanswered by Harry. Despite their proximity, it was clear the pair remained worlds apart, separated by the impenetrable fortress of their own insecurities and fears. And as Harry stood and Y/N remained on the bed in defeat, the tension hung heavy, bouncing off the four walls that formed Harry’s bedroom.
Y/N couldn’t even muster a reply, feeling too tired to even argue. She wasn’t going to get anywhere. He was set in stone by the fact that what the pair shared over the course of a half-year was nothing more than casual. And maybe it was all Y/N’s fault that she had started to feel like there was something more than what he said there was, but she knew deep down it couldn’t have been all her fault. She knew it was him, too. With his whispered sentiments, caring touches, and shared moments and kisses in places only a lover should dare to kiss, she knew it was him too.
Harry realises she’s got nothing more to say as he looks down at her, sitting bare in his bed, her eyes wide and pleading.
Clearing his throat, he knows he’ll regret it in the morning but continues, ‘’Y/N, I think it’s best if you leave.’’
And Y/N feels like her heart falls from out of her chest. She’d not anticipated him asking her to leave. She hadn’t even anticipated the fact that he would be so adamant in the fact that there was nothing more than sex between the pair; she was unprepared and left defeated.
They share no words as Y/N scampers to find her abandoned clothing, and Harry stands awkwardly by the corner of the bed, turning around while she dresses, despite having seen it all before a hundred times.
And with one parting look, Y/N reaches his door, giving him one last glance with parted lips. She’s desperate to say something, but no words come out. If her lips could open, she’d scream and tell him what she really wants to say, but they don't.
‘’It’s for the best.’’ he whispers, as she’s half way out the door, and as she goes to leave his apartment, she barely notices the tears that fill up her eyes and fall gently down her face.
And in that moment, she knew that Harry was nothing more than a lonely boy, his heart still empty and her presence wasted on him. The sound of his blinking eyes, his soothing hands, his beating heart, and the way he moved were all just a waste of time.
It’s for the best.
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a/n: super angsty harry & y/n piece for you all!!! hope u all enjoy. might do a part 2 cos i'm a sucker for a happy ending so let me know if thats something you'd be interested in. thanks for reading & i really appreciate all the likes and reblogs xxx
i would love if you wrote a lil sum ab reader doing random couple trends on tiktok w bogg!!! luv ur writing always x
10/10, harry lewis.
summary: you try to do the 'rating my boyfriend throughout the day' trend with harry.
warnings: allusions to smut
notes: i love this trend but it makes me feel so single so i hate it.
you started off by recording you and harry when you two had just woken up, he was in the middle of one of his morning rants about the sizes of donuts and why they had to be agreeable to the price when you noticed the position you were in.
ANYWHERE, ANYTIME | h. lewis
summary: some of your most memorable times with harry. [7k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: smut warning. lazily edited. I’M SO NERVOUS OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M POSTING THISSSSSS I DONT WANNAAAA 😆 NO COMMENT, GONE INTO HIDING 🏃🏽♀️ kidding, let me know what you thought ❤️🔥 longly anticipated so enjoy my babies, don’t forget to reblog. <333
“NO, IT’S A REAL THING THAT HAPPENS, I ASSURE YOU.”
“Oh . . ‘I assure you.’”
“No! No! No! Not like that, not like—”
FAMILY CHRISTMAS | h. lewis
summary: christmas with the bogs. [8.5k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: this was slightly rushed as I wanted to get it out on christmas day but i hope you enjoy nontheless! 😩 i tried to squeeze in so many things and make as adorable as could be and i know i’ve probs forgot something, but here you go anyway! 😚 merry christmas lovelies 🎄❤️ thank you for all the love and support this year, can’t wait to write more in 2024 xxx don’t forget to reblog for meee <333
CHRISTMAS WAS ALWAYS AN EXCITING TIME OF YEAR. It’s enjoyable no matter what age you are, even when you stop believing and lose that little magic touch, it’s still a treat giving to those you love and spending time with the ones who mean the most. It was always a magical time of year.
But having kids — having kids changed everything. It meant getting that Christmas magic back.
LABOUR | h. lewis
summary: you give birth to your babies. [8k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: woooo!! bb bogs have finally made their debut!! can you guess their names? 😝 i might change them, but for now take a guess! absolutely adored writing this, i hope you can all see my vizion! let me know if you enjoyed! 😌🫶🏼 baby bogs are released, ready for more fic planning! 🤪 but also taking a breather from posting - i want to build up my drafts again! 😌 don’t forget to reblog! <333
“HARRY, GET ANOTHER SONG ON, I need to feel like I'm at a rave.”
slowburn blurb
something sweet hung softly in the air as he opened his eyes, the scent of her clinging to both his skin, and the covers that felt light against his body. sleep had made a home in his mind overnight and was slowly clearing as the timid sunlight slipped into the room. it wasn’t often he woke up before alarms, on his own accord, but the way her skin felt against his was too precious to miss.
it was humble, her arm simply draped across his chest under the cotton sheets. there was no intention behind it, no drive or motive. a subconscious reach for a warmth that only his yearning skin had been able to provide. scared to move, in case her conscious swam it’s way back to the forefront of her slumber, he laid there. content. next to her, for the first time in this way.
time felt as though it had halted. as though someone way up above had felt the surge of pure joy that swelled around his heart when he felt her gentle touch. as though they handed him all the time in the world to spend with her, just for this moment.
he was content, as well, with just this. after years of pining, of his heart leaping out of his chest to be with hers, of every lyric of every song belonging to her, every horizon falling inferior to the sight of her. hell, if this passing moment of loving contact was his life supply, he could die tomorrow with a smile on his face.
and maybe, just maybe, she would swim back to his reality. opening her eyes gently in the morning light, feeling his warmth in the palm of her hand, and just maybe she wouldn’t mind it. maybe, she would draw soft nothings on his skin. maybe she would move closer...
but for now, he relished in the minuscule dose of touch she fed him. he wasn’t sure how a simple hand brushing his skin had such a sweet chokehold on him, but god, was he happy it did. laying here, in her heat, in her bed, he was more content then he’d ever been.
he was sure of it. sure that if her holding him now made his heart swell this much, that he would follow her to the ends of the earth one day, just to feel her touch.
Can we have some sexy time with gray that stars out rough but ends up soft and cute🥺
I’m gonna make it a continuation of this concept bc low key it’s one of my faves and yk.. why not.
Also I was gonna try to finish this on my laptop so I could put the keep reading break so I don’t clog ppls dashes but tumblr never fucking works on there and I couldn’t do it :/ sorry
A/N: hi hello just finished writing this and it turned out to be garbage but I wanted to post something for the ppl asking. If you are one of those ppl I’m sorry for this haha truly it was just the best I could do for now.
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For the first half of the ride home, Grayson’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. You can feel the tension still brewing in him in the way his calloused fingers grip the soft, bare skin; in the heavy sighs he releases every few minutes and the sudden revs of the engine as he speeds down the highway.
His lingering frustrations at the situation that happened in the mall make you smile softly, and you interlace your fingers with the ones stroking your thigh. Eyes big and sympathetic, you bring the back of his hand to your lips. “Baby, relax,” your murmur against his skin quietly. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
Grayson shakes his head and glances at you as he pulls your joined hands into his lap. “I fuckin hate guys like that. Can’t believe he put his hands on you.”
“He touched you?” Ethan piped up from the backseat, voice incredulous. “Oh, fuck that. If that has been K...”
The short remainder of the car ride was filled with the twins loud, enthusiastic rants about douchebag chauvinistic men who have no respect for women. It warms your heart, makes your chest fill with pride at the thought of how good your man really is. You squeeze his hand and stroke his arm gently, dragging your nails up and down the veins popping out from the stress and anger he’s both somehow releasing, but also still carrying.
The three of you make it home, and Ethan is immediately hopping out of the car with his shopping bags, eager to see his girlfriend and show her what he had bought her while she had been out with friends. Grayson’s jaw is clenched as the two of you follow his brother inside, and you make your way immediately to his room; you think you know exactly what he needs to get rid of that last bit of well-intended machismo energy he’s got in him.
Sure enough, Grayson shuts the door behind him with a little more force than he really intended, tosses all the shopping bags he had carried in for you to the ground, and wraps those strong arms around your waist in all of two seconds of the door being locked. You giggle and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands gently to bring your lips together.
He walks the two of you to his bed and lays you down as gently as he can while you’re still clinging to him, mouths never separating as he captures your lips over and over again in hot, relentless kisses. When your back hits the mattress, you moan softly and hitch your leg higher up his side, his hand sliding to your ass and grabbing a handful of it through your shorts.
“I need you,” he says gruffly between kisses, panting heavily. He squeezes your cheek again, and uses his grip to haul your hips closer to his while simultaneously lowering some of his weight onto you. You can feel the hard ridge of him against your center, and it makes you gasp. “Can I, please?”
“Yeah, baby,” you agree easily, almost as desperate for Grayson now as he is for you. He’s sexy and kind and good and you love him, and you imagine the scenario of some girl running her hands on those thick arms you love so much, or the swell of his abs over his shirt, and you realize the healthy possessiveness very much runs both ways. Your blood runs hot, and you slip your hands under his shirt to feel the rippling planes of his back. “Want you so bad.”
He growls, deep and primal, and you bite your lip as he sits up and whips his shirt over his head by the collar. It gets tossed blindly to the corner of his room, and you’re instantly reaching out to run your hands over all those muscles covered by soft, tan skin.
Grayson sighs and lets you indulge for a few moments, his lips quirking up at the corners for a quick second and ruining that sexy scowl as he watches you admire him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. His big, warm hands cup your hips, and he shuffles down some as he slides your oversized shirt up so your stomach becomes exposed for him — supple skin that’s just begging to be kissed.
So he does. His lips are soft and a little wet from the kisses you had shared just a minute ago, but they’re hot and insistent as he makes his way up your torso. Goosebumps flare in their wake, and you shudder beneath his smirk. Grayson pushes your shirt up further, just beneath your bra now, fingers shifting grips from the dips of your waist to the ridges of your rib cage now.
You don’t need words to know what he wants, so you lift your arms overhead the second he bunches the shirt up past your tits. His tongue drags over your sternum once it’s thrown across the room, then he’s swiping it over the buds of your nipples peaking through the sheer mesh of your bra.
Your back arches up into him with a gasp, fingers delving into his thick hair as he grunts and tugs the cups of your bra aside to free your tits for him. Your nipples tighten even more, damp from his tongue and now completely exposed to the cool air of his room — not to mention, the way he’s looking at you right now has every nerve ending in your body excited.
His pretty hazel irises, usually so soft and comforting, are consumed now by the dark of his pupils, despite the warm sunlight shining through the window. Those smoldering eyes stay locked on yours as he ducks his head to suck your left nipple into his hot, wet mouth, his hand kneading your other breast roughly.
“Love your tits,” he huffs against you after a minute of making you writhe beneath him. His tongue trails to the center of your chest, and he nuzzles your cleavage, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. His stubble scratches against the plush, delicate flesh there, but it’s a mere second before he’s switching breasts to give each the opposite treatment.
You lose his eyes when he shuts them to really absorbe the touch and taste of you, but you don’t mind when he smells so good and feels so familiar and uses those lips and tongue and fingers so fucking good. You whimper and clutch him even closer to you than he already is, perfectly content to have him suck at your tits for as long as he pleases. The feel of him big and heavy and warm on top of you is as relaxing as it is arousing, being so consumed by the sensations of him up top while his erection fits snugly against your pussy.
“Grayson,” you whisper desperately. He looks up at you, and you’re taken by the softness behind the desire in his gaze. He follows the tug on his hair you give to drag him up for a kiss, and you both sigh happily into one another’s mouths when they reconnect. It goes without saying that you could kiss this man forever.
You tighten your legs around his waist and and urge him to rock his hips into yours. Grayson obliges readily, a quiet grunt escaping his lips as he starts grinding into you. His hand returns to your ass, holding you against him for the perfect leverage while he sucks on your tongue and tries to find the right angle to put just the right pressure on your clit.
It’s like any moment of softness and slowness gives him time to remember what got the two of you here this afternoon in the first place, and the ravenous energy from before picks right back up. You’re definitely not complaining by the ebb and flow of everything; it only heightens your own desperation for him, to know he cares so much and wants you to the point of making you cum just from some heavy dry humping.
As if he can read your mind (or maybe you his), Grayson pulls away from the kiss and drags his free hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist, and punches your nipple on his way to grip your cheeks gently but firmly in those strong, calloused fingers. He makes sure you’re looking him dead in the eye again when he tells you in a deep, rumbly voice, “Wanna make you cum in these fucking shorts. Can you cum for me, baby?”
You nod as best you can in his grasp, shifting your head enough to slip his pointer finger into your mouth. You watch him watch you suck it, his hips pressing harder into yours as the pleasure and overall arousal turns up for both of you. His cheeks are flushed and his chain dangles between you, glinting in the sun and reflecting bright spots on the tan skin of his pecs.
A moan escapes you, vibrating around his finger before you add the middle one for a few moments, too. You let him push them down your tongue until the tips touch the back of your throat, and you pull them out with a slight gag and a seductive smile.
“Make me cum,” you murmur hotly, guiding his hand between your bodies and slipping it past your waistband — leaving the shorts with that little logo on the leg on, just as he requested. “I’m so close already, Gray. Please.”
Grayson moans himself and shifts his weight so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you with a hand planted next to your pillow. He touches your pussy for the first time this whole afternoon just as you arch your back to reach beneath you and unhook your bra.
You fling the useless garment across the room and grab immediately onto his forearm by your head, the other clutching the sheets in attempts to ground yourself from the sudden surge in pleasure emanating from your clit. Grayson circles it a couple of times before sliding one, then two, fingers to the hilt.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he groans. You can only nod and moan, then cry out his name when he curls his fingers just right and finds your spot, like he knew right where to look and wanted to waste no time getting to it. He latches onto your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point while he builds that wave inside you. His fingers don’t pump in and out, but stay hooked on that spot that’s making you moan and whine, using his wrist to vary the pressure on it until you’re absolutely losing it, exploding on his hand with broken whimpers of his name.
You’re still high in the sky when he sucks his fingers in his mouth with an appreciative moan and tugs off your shorts finally, then his own, before crawling back on top of you. Naked together and still riding the lingering aftermath of that orgasm, you hum contentedly and accept the hot, desperate kiss he pulls you into.
“Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you,” he mumbles against your lips, already reaching between you to rub the tip of his dick up and down your soaking wet folds. Even though you’re still sensitive and satisfied, almost nothing can bring you back to a stare of pure arousal like when he teases your hole like that — so close but not enough. It awakens this primal, incessant feeling of absolutely needing to be filled up, and you can’t wait anymore.
You thread your fingers through the back of his hair and arch your hips to encourage him to slip inside, which he finally does with a guttural groan.
“Fuckin give it to me, Gray,” you say once he has a steady rhythm built up. It’s not enough for either of you today, though, and you both know it. You need closer, hotter, harder, more.
Grayson looks wild, his hair sticking up in all directions from your wandering hands, eyes dark but bright, a thin sheen of sweat illuminating ever ridge and valley of muscles on his torso. He doesn’t give you much more time to look, however, as he hooks your knees over his elbows and leans down over your body.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he tucks his face against your own as he starts pounding, his balls slapping against you ass with every hard thrust. The angle is catching you just right and the sharp, pleasurable pain of his teeth sinking into your collarbone only brings everything to a new level. His quiet but audible grunts and moans float right to your ear, the best sounds in the world as he delivers exactly what you asked for.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into the sinews of his back. Grayson keeps driving into you with renewed purpose, absolutely set on getting you there again with nothing more than his cock.
“Yes, baby, please,” he begs, groaning loudly when he feels you start to clamp down on him. “That’s it... all over my dick... pussy feels so goddamn good.”
You should be sleepy and beyond satisfied at this point, but his heated words make you want to absolutely ravage him. With that, there’s the glow only a couple of amazing orgasms from the man you love can make you feel that fills your chest. So when you’re able to voluntarily move your limbs again, you push back on his chest so he has to stop sucking sweet little kisses into the collumn of your neck. He looks at you a little confused, but you just smile gently and keep putting pressure against him until he ends up on his back.
You settle between his tattooed legs and admire the way his dick lies flat against that solid tummy of his, glistening with your juices. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you take him in your hand to guide his throbbing length between your kiss-swollen lips.
You suck your cum off his skin, humming in satisfaction while you watch him lay back with one hand behind his head and the other petting your hair gently.
“Love your dick,” you say before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth. “Only want yours, baby. Just made me cum so hard...” you trail off with a wanton moan, then get to work sucking him off for real. His eyes fall shut and his fingers work deeper into the loose strands of your hair for a firmer grip. You roll his balls in your palm, pulling out all the tricks you know he loves to get him there as well as he did for you. “Mine.”
He guides you deeper with the hand on your head, never pushing more than he know you’re willing to take; he loves the tangible feeling of that sweet mouth sucking him off, taking him as far down your throat as you can. You make it sloppy for him, letting all the drool and saliva coat his shaft until it’s dripping down his balls. You lift off him with a gasp and massage the slick into his skin before ducking down and sucking them one at a time into your mouth for a tongue bath while you jerk his dick off above you.
You can hear the hitch in his breath, see the short heaves of his chest when you follow the pressure he pulls on your hair in silent request to get you to suck him again. All signs point to him being about to bust, but you want more than his cum in your mouth.
You hurry to mount him, smiling when you catch his look of surprise. He moans as you sink down on him, and you pick up his hands to interlace your fingers for intimacy and leverage.
“Cum inside me,” you tell him, bouncing on him so your tits jiggle for him.
Grayson watches as long as he can, holding out until his eyes roll back and his fingers dig into the backs of your hands as he fills you up with deep, drawn-out moans. You grin in satisfaction, happily obliging him when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down so your chests are flush together.
You hum as he comes down and pepper kisses across his jaw, his nose, his closed eyes. Any bit of that handsome face you love so much that you can reach with your lips gets a sweet peck. Grayson sighs and lets you keep going until he’s gripping your hips and lifting you off his softening cock.
“Sorry if I got too caveman,” he mumbles tiredly after a few moments. “I just love you.”
You shake your head and bury your grin into his neck. “No need to apologize. Actually, I can’t wait to go back to that store with you. I still want those leggings.”
“Fuck off.”
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