a/n: okay so i finally got around to writing a sinners fic…took me almost a year but i finally wrote it chile. also i’m ngl, whenever i see mbj, i get a lil irritated bc he’s fine asf and i know i can’t have him lmao. anyways, i had this idea during my nightly scenario before bed, hope y’all like it!! i just had to add some more loverboy!Stack into the mix! Just a fluffy little fic, before i get into the weeds of a smut piece…enjoyyyy😗🫶🏾
wc: 1.8k
There could be a lot said about Elias “Stack” Moore. He was hardheaded, a slick talker, and dangerous. Keen on having all his suits tailored to perfection, he nevver stepped out without the matching tie and pocket square, tie clip, hat—every element meticulously chosen.
Some nights you’d finish your entire night routine, nestling yourself right into the covers ready to finally get some sleep after a long day, just for your husband—who’d probably had an even longer day—to keep you up with his antics.
“How you feel about this one baby?” He asks, stepping out of your shared closet with a silky red tie in his hands.
“Looks like the ten other ties you’ve shown me, Elias,” you huff, trying to keep your smirk down, knowing that’d get him a little frustrated. He took the little details very seriously. And right on schedule, he kisses his teeth and sends a pointed glare in your direction before retreating back into the closet.
“No vision,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I should lock you and that vision of yours in the damn closet so I can get some sleep,” you grumble, just wishing he’d just get in the bed already.
“You know you can’t just lock all this pimpin’ in the closet, pretty girl,” sending a sly grin with a wink in your direction, he turns out all of the lights, finally putting his outfit planning antics to bed for the night.
Stack even made sure his brother, Smoke—who couldn’t care less about what he was wearing unless the job got done—was put together. Because in Stack’s words, “I have a reputation to uphold,” and “If you got my face you gotta look the part.” He practically considered it his “duty” to stay fly. So naturally, when you two got together, he did the same with you. Despite your countless objections, he was insistent on having some of your dresses custom made, making sure he had the best seamstress in town—who just so happened to be your mother—have a nice pocket square and tie made out of the extra fabric. In fact, Stack was your mama’s best customer—always insisting on damn near doubling whatever she asked for, which was already too low in his opinion. He was never one to turn down an opportunity to remind everyone that you were his, and most importantly, that he was all yours.
You had one more fitting for the dress Elias commissioned your mother to make over Sunday dinner a few weeks back, and he was more than willing to take you. Already heading into town to handle some business with Smoke, your husband brings you along to drop you off at your mother’s shop. But that plan was on the verge of falling apart since he practically held you hostage in the car. Trapping you with “just one more kiss baby” after every kiss. And even then, if you so much as thought about touching a door in his presence, he’d throw a fit. It wasn’t until you reminded your oh so affectionate husband that all the ladies in the shop, including your mother, along with everyone walking down the street could see you two and that his brother would come looking for him if he was late, that he stopped coming in for more kisses. And not to anyone’s surprise, only the threat of his brother got him moving right along.
You blissfully spent the next two hours in your mother’s shop. You’d gotten all the best gossip, taking a mental note of all the details and questions you’d bring back to Stack, who to his credit, always patiently listened and indulged in whatever gossip fell into your lap. You went back and forth with your mama, insisting she could bring the neckline down just a little, huffing and puffing that you were grown and married, until she begrudgingly gave in. You got to recount bits and pieces of your married bliss, the two younger girls in the room hanging onto your every word as if you were reciting the best fairytale ever written. And you even managed to successfully dodge any questions related to why you’d been married for a little over a year now with no baby Moore on the way. You’d consider the day a success.
“And I don’t know why I need a new dress. Elias said it’s for when he takes me dancin’, but we just went out last weekend,” you reason, trying to figure out what he was up to.
“You know that boy love to spoil you Y/n,” one woman pipes up, stopping her work on the garment in front of her to give you a knowing look.
“Maybe he wanna—,“ but before the young girl could even finish her starry-eyed guess the small bell above the front door rings, forcing everyone’s attention in that direction. And speaking of the devil, in walks your husband with a toothpick between his teeth and a smile brighter than all the stars combined.
“Well ain’t you just prettiest thing the Delta done ever seen,” Stack muses, pulling the toothpick from between his teeth and taking in your red clothed form. Your cheeks immediately warm up at the grandeur of his compliments. It didn’t help that you were front and center in the room, standing right on the small platform with the threefold mirror staring right back at you.
Walking further inside, he takes the structured hat off of his head and greets all the women, stopping to properly greet your mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Ain’t she so pretty,” he adds, stepping right up to your side, taking in the dress that was in his signature crimson, it hugged your body perfectly, the delicate pattern catching the light just right. The unanimous hum of approval from all the ladies only makes your cheeks hotter.
He then lifts your left hand in his and plants a delicate kiss to your jeweled ring finger as he admires you through the mirror in front of you.
“Hell, all of Mississippi ain’t got shit on you,” he breathes out, taking all of you in one more time.
“You better watch that mouth Elias,” Mrs. Bea grumbles from your right side, causing your mother to snicker behind you—already being somewhat used to his potty mouth.
“Now how you doin’ Ms. Bea,” Stack beams sweetly, peeking out from your side to flash the golds in his mouth to the older woman across from him.
“Doin’ fine. Would be better if you stopped all that cussin’,” she shoots back, causing you and everyone in the shop to erupt into laughter.
“Now I can’t make no promises ‘bout that ma’am,” Stack truthfully confesses.
“Plus ya girl right here love it when I cuss real good,” his eyes are locked squarely on yours, a sinful glint blooming behind them. By now, your husband is grinning from ear to ear, the dimple on his left cheek on full display. You were just itching to poke it if that meant he’d stop.
“Boy you better stop, you know this girl gon’ burst into flames,” your mother snickers, placing the last pin in place for alterations. Was everyone out to get you right now?!
“Alright baby, you can go take this off, should be done by the end of the week,” she adds, helping you down from the platform alongside Elias.
“Thanks mama,” you softly breathe out, the corners of your mouth curling up into a gracious smile as you squeeze her hand. She reciprocates with a soft smile and sends you off on your way to go change.
“Need some help Mrs. Moore?” He offers, his voice laced with nothing but sin and a smirk plastered across his face to match. Your head immediately whips in his direction, eyes screaming, begging for him to stop. You step in closer to him, palms planted on his chest, eyes searching his for any hint of sense.
“Can you wait outside for me, I’ll be right out. I promise,” you whisper sweetly, gripping onto his suit lapels, smoothing out the crisp edges. While you were trying to be firm, you couldn’t stop yourself from your senses being pleasantly overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne mixing with the tobacco from his cigarettes.
“Nah, I’m good right here babygirl,” Elias pokes back, enjoying the way he was making you blush.
“If you go wait in the car, I’ll be real sweet to ya when we get home,” you lean up to whisper right in his ear, softly and ever so slightly pressing your body against his, knowing his ultimate weakness was you.
“That’s all you had to say, woman,” your husband beams, lightly wrapping a hand around your forearm and planting a small kiss to your lips before stepping away from you. You send a wink his way before turning towards the changing rooms, Ms. Bea following behind you, giving Stack a pointed look—almost daring him to watch you walk away. And he still did anyway.
“And before you even ask, I already set aside some extra fabric for that tie and pocket square of yours,” your mother informs, cleaning up her workspace.
“You know you my favorite mother-in-law right?” He proudly asks, earning a couple laughs from some of the women in the room and earning an eye roll from your mother.
“Gotta be able to match my favorite lady,” he proudly states, his smile softening at the thought.
“I’m gon’ get out y’all’s way now. The missus wants me gone I suppose,” Stack continues, feigning hurt as he carefully places the hat back on his head.
“I’ll see you on Sunday,” he finishes, giving your mom one final hug and kiss to the cheek and making his way to the door, sending a small wave to the other women in the room.
“That mean I’ll see you at church too, right?” Your mom quips, already knowing the answer.
“I don’t know about all that now,” your husband laughs, shaking his head as he pushes the door open, stepping out into the hot Mississippi air.
You can hear the ladies chatting back and forth as you carefully take off the dress in progress and put your original outfit back on.
“He sure is some trouble, that Elias Moore,” one woman grumbles, eyes looking towards your mother as she gets her own alterations done.
“But ain’t he just so sweet to her?” A much younger seamstress sighs, completely entranced with yours and Elias’ love story.
“That he is,” your mom replies to them both.
“But they a perfect match, that’s for sure,” she continues, looking out of the window to see Stack leaning against the car puffing at a cigarette and a bright image of your smile whenever you’re with him etched into her mind.
And you in the dressing room, hearing all the chatter, were fighting back the widest smile—the kind that hurt a little if you smiled for too long. Because it was true—you and Elias were a perfect match.
a/n: first fic of 2026!!! yeah so I watched ‘Him' again this week, and felt *inspired*...like #needthat, real bad lol. and tyriq wasn't under my tree so I worked on a fic instead. I have some longer fic/series ideas swirling around in my head…but a one shot shall do for now. This one is just pure smut, utter filth starring loverboy cam. Hope y’all enjoyyy😗🫶🏾
wc: 2.9k
If anyone was ever looking for Cameron, there were only three places he could be. In the gym or out on the football field, constantly (and at times a bit obsessively) wanting to improve his game. In the library, because contrary to popular belief, the football team’s star athlete actually did care about keeping his grades up. Or, he was with you—more like trying to either crawl into your skin, test your patience, or pry your thighs apart. And in true Cam fashion, all three were permanently on his to-do list.
After paying almost no attention to the lecture you were both in earlier in the day, you invited him over to your apartment to hang out while you got as many assignments as possible done before the weekend. Between the home game he was playing in and the festivities following, the last thing you wanted to worry about was a psych paper due at 11:59 pm.
Before his coach could even call the end of practice, Cameron was already sprinting to the locker room. Practice ended at 8:30, and he was knocking at your door by 9. When you open the door, you’re met with the pleasant sight of your boyfriend—who despite leaning against the doorframe, still towered over you, a dopey smile stretched across his face. You two shamelessly took each other in, his eyes stopping right where his hoodie stopped at the tops of your thighs, your eyes getting stuck somewhere between his green eyes and sharp jawline.
“Got it all in, or should I spin for you?” Cam quips, his grin becoming more of a smirk.
“Now I ain’t say all that, pretty boy,” you hit back, stepping aside to let him in. Once the lock on the door clicks, Cameron sweeps you up by the waist and into his arms, a small shout slipping from your mouth at the sudden movement. Holding you tight against his solid front, the familiar mix of Cam’s cologne and body wash invades your senses as he gets a better look at you.
“You the prettiest to ever pretty, pretty girl,” your boyfriend confidently corrects. Your cheeks instantly heat up at his words, and your lips go straight to his.
“Hi,” you whisper to him, swiping your thumb underneath his lower lip to get rid of your transferred lip gloss.
“Hi, baby,” he whispers back, matching your smile and giving you another kiss, placing you back down on the floor. Cameron then kicks off his sneakers and leaves them by the door. He shrugs the bag holding any and everything school-related higher onto his shoulder and leaves the much larger practice duffel behind.
“These are for you,” your boyfriend offers, holding out a small shopping bag filled with some of your favorite study snacks.
“Thanks,” you softly smile back at him, trying your hardest to ignore the heat rushing back to your cheeks. He knew you well; a bit too well. Refusing to give him anymore of a reaction, you grab his much larger hand and pull him with you to your bedroom. And even though the journey wasn’t even 30 steps, Cam still managed to deliver a quick swat to your ass in the process. He just couldn’t help himself.
You took the bed, nestling right back into the heaping pile of pillows and throw blankets you’d left earlier, while Cam sat at the desk. And surprisingly enough, you two were able to go a whole hour before the books were abandoned. Thankfully, you were able to get some work done before he arrived.
“Have you finished the psych paper yet?” you ask, eyes still locked in on the half-written paper in front of you.
“Yeah, had to get that shit done early,” he huffs, smoothing his hand across the top of his head. He turns away from the desk to fully face you, giving up on the assignment he was working on.
“And you didn’t offer to write mine?” You gasp, feigning hurt at the revelation. Your attention is fully his now, giving your eyes a break from the words that were beginning to run together.
“Little Miss Dean’s List asking me for help?” Cam shoots back, mimicking your reaction—ironic considering he made Dean’s List right alongside you last semester.
“Don’t piss me off,” you mutter, sending a pointed look in his direction. But you couldn’t hold up the irritated facade for long. Not when you could see an almost mischievous smile spreading across your boyfriend’s face, all 32 of his teeth on display as he finds delight in your frustration.
“You know I can make it up to you, though,” he hums, that stupidly hot grin still plastered across his face.
Ignoring the fact that he was sitting in your fuzzy baby pink office chair (which he put together for you), you can’t help but stare at him, leaned back with his legs spread unnecessarily wide, bottom lip between his teeth.
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes at him before turning back to your unfinished paper on the screen.
Without saying anything further, Cameron stands up from your desk, closing the already small distance between you. Kneeling onto the bed beside you, he gently closes your laptop, sliding it onto your bedside table.
“What if I didn’t save that?” you test, making no moves to stop him.
“You always gotta have an answer for everything, don’t you?” He scoffs, shaking his head at your antics. He not so secretly liked it when you were a little bratty.
“Absolutely,” you confidently return, already knowing his next move.
“Girl, c’mere,” he chuckles, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you down from your upright position so that you’re lying flat against the bed. Cam ducks his head down and kisses you.
Instantly, you’re smiling into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him down closer. Your ears fill with the soft smacks of your kisses mixed with Cameron’s airy groans and your own content sighs. His lips dance perfectly with yours, gently taking control over the kiss as you follow his lead.
But even though you let him take control, he was still at your mercy. When your tongue slides against his, softly licking into his mouth, you feel him relax into you, his lips parting for more. Your nails softly drag through the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine and straight into his pants.
He slots one leg in between yours, nudging his knee up just enough to send a jolt through your core. Your lips are clasped around his lower one when a small whimper leaves your lips at the feeling, your hips instinctively bucking upward in search of more.
“You gon’ let me have a taste, baby?” Cam murmurs, voice low, desperate for a taste of the honey pot between your legs. You could feel one of his large calloused hands trailing up your stomach beneath your hoodie. His palm brushes over your pebbled nipples, the roughness of his skin sending shocks through your body. His hand continues upward, stopping at the column of your throat, fingers curling lightly around the area. He could feel your breath hitch, getting more riled up by the second.
“Mhm,” you whimper in response, too engulfed in the flames he’d lit inside you. Your panties were ruined by now, completely drenched in your arousal. And it was only made worse when you could feel your boyfriend’s hold on your throat tighten ever so slightly.
“Uh uh. You know you can speak up any other time. Imma need you to use your words, pretty girl,” he instructs lowly, his green eyes piercing into yours. “Now imma ask you again, am I gonna get a taste of that sweet pussy?”
“Yes! Baby, please,” you sigh, bucking your hips up against his knee for some relief. Like clockwork, his filthy mouth sent shockwaves through your body. A small smirk spreads across his lips, having heard exactly what he wanted from you.
In no time, his fingers are hooked beneath your panties and sleep shorts, tugging them down your thighs and out of sight. He effortlessly pushes you higher onto the bed, claiming his desired spot between your thighs. Before you can even think of a word, his hands are pushing your thighs up and toward your chest. And his mouth is latching right onto you.
“Wait, baby wa-,” you gasp, his tongue already giving you indescribable pleasure. You try to lightly push his head back, unable to keep your moans at bay while you try to pry him away.
“You good?” He asks, his grip on your thighs softening, a little concerned by your sudden switch-up.
“Just wanna try something,” you breathe out, pulling your plump bottom lip between your teeth at the thought.
“Where you want me, mama?” He questions, licking his lips to taste whatever was left of you on them, and his eyes glimmer with curiosity as to what you could possibly want to do.
“I need you up here,” you direct, swinging your leg over him to climb off the bed. “And you can’t keep all them clothes on in my bed,” you pointedly add, sending him into a slight frenzy as he sheds his clothes before lying where you wanted him.
You took a moment to savor the specimen that was lying in your bed, excitedly waiting for your next move. He had on nothing but a gold chain around his neck that never came off, a body that was practically carved by god himself, and a heavy dick resting on his happy trail that made your mouth water. And between your legs, you could feel your slick arousal practically dripping down your thighs. Following your own no-clothes rule, you pull Cam’s stolen hoodie off your body and drop it with the rest of the discarded clothes.
“Shit…you finer than a muhfucka,” Cameron gawks, taking in your completely bare body. The necklace he’d gifted you for your birthday was shining against your chest, right above your milky tits. They sat so full and soft, your darker pebbled nipples just begging to be in his mouth. Every curve of your perfectly soft body is on display. Your body was immediately swarmed with butterflies from his words. Even though he could get quite crude at times, Cam was never afraid to voice his attraction, love, and borderline obsession with you.
Using his muscular thighs for support, you straddle his body reverse cowgirl, spreading your thighs across his chest. As if it were instinctual, Cam delivers a heavy swat to your ass.
“Fat as hell,” he grumbles, in awe, his big hands palming at the plump flesh. “Shake it f’me,” he directs, hands sliding down your thighs to rest on your calves, eagerly anticipating the show. You don’t hesitate to give him a little something. Effortlessly making your ass sway back and forth like it was water. Cam was, without a doubt, enjoying the view. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that you caught his dick jump a bit in response. Between your ass and pussy that was spread and on full display, giving him a perfect view of how drenched you were for him—not to mention, the scent of your arousal clouded him—how could Cam not be excited?
Needing to get his fill, Cam yanks you even closer—you were practically sitting on his face—before diving right into your gooey center. His thick arms wrap around your hips to keep you from running. His tongue skillfully explores you, flattening his tongue against your clit before dragging it up your pussy, stopping halfway to dip inside and prod at your gummy entrance. The most sinful moans spill from your lips. You were so wrapped up in the way his tongue was working you over that you hadn’t even started working on him.
Your cheek rested against his chiseled V-lines with a hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft. For Cam, eating you out was a pleasurable experience in and of itself. Reciprocation was never a requirement. Despite this, though, you couldn’t shake the idea of having your mouth on him while his mouth stayed on you. The only problem was that you slightly underestimated just how good his skills were. You weren’t expecting to have to work up the strength to give him a blowjob. But eventually, you did.
You drag your tongue down his happy trail and through the trimmed hairs at his base, continuing all the way up his shaft until you reach the head, slick with precum. When you give his slit the smallest kitten licks, his arms tighten around you, and a string of deep groans vibrates through your center. Pursing your lips around the swollen head, you hollow your cheeks, and you suckle on him. Slowly, you take him into your mouth—inch by inch. Cam had a vivid image of you in his head, practically unhinging your jaw to take his dick. You had a big mouth—just not for his dick, apparently.
Warm and wet. Those were the only two words floating around in his head. Both apply to your pussy and mouth. You manage to take all of him inside, his thick head hitting the back of your throat, causing a wet gag to leave your throat. At this, Cam's fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, clawing at you right along the stretch marks across your skin.
“Fuck!” He groans into your inner thigh. You come up for air, immediately using both hands to tug at his slick shaft, squeezing around the head every time. He practically loses his mind when you spit on him. “That’s it, baby, wet that dick,” he praises, licking at your arousal-stained thigh. You soaked him so good that he could hear the wetness in your hands and could feel your spit trailing down his balls, his thighs tightening at the sensation.
Keeping your ass in one hand, Cam brings a hand down to your pussy, dragging it through your sopping folds, getting them nice and wet before plunging two into your tight entrance.
“Mmm, shit,” you sigh, feeling the stretch of his thick fingers as he pushes deeper. You liked the slight sting that came along with him being inside of you. So much so that you started pushing back against his hand while you stroked his dick with his throbbing head nestled against your tongue.
“You like when I play wit’ this pretty pussy mama?” He chuckles, letting your hips do the work. Before you could even get an answer out, Cam spits onto your buzzing clit, massaging it in with his thumb. At this, your moans get even louder—even with your mouth being full of him.
As his curved fingers ram into your spot over and over, you push his dick down your throat, gagging a little every time. You knew he liked it when you got sloppy. Together, you and Cam’s moans, along with the slick, drenched sounds of your pleasure, filled the air.
When your walls start fighting his fingers and his hips start bucking up into your throat, you both know the other is close to coming.
Keeping his fingers inside, he replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth. He sucks at the tingling bundle of nerves as he continues fucking into you. Instantly, you’re clenching even tighter around him, and your thighs are even beginning to shake. You start to suck harder around the head of his cock, hands wrapped around his shaft tightening too. Keeping your mouth wrapped around him, you unwrap your hands from around his shaft. One is planted on his thigh, and the other falls a little lower, taking his heavy and slick balls into your hands. That’s when he loses it. Cam’s hips start bucking up into your mouth, chasing a release. And you let him fuck your mouth, all while massaging his balls in the palm of your hand. Your muffled whimpers getting stronger as you, too, are so close to letting go.
His hips begin to stutter. And with one final jerk, Cam is flooding your mouth with his warm load. As he lets go, his mouth never leaves your clit. When he feels your throat contracting around him as you swallow his nut, he only sucks harder. Satisfied groans shooting right through you. Coupled with his unrelenting mouth on your clit, what sends you over the edge is when he removes a finger from your pussy, dragging it a bit higher to rub your slick into your much tighter entrance. When you feel him push the tip of his finger past your entrance, you’re gone.
Completely gushing on his mouth and fingers. Your thighs were fully quivering from the pleasure, and your moans were uncontrollable. When he feels you rest your head against his thigh, he releases your puffy clit and slowly pulls his remaining finger from your pussy. And without any hesitation, Cam sucks both into his mouth to get a taste of your release. Warm, sticky, and sweet.
The two of you lie there together, not even attempting to move out of the position you were in. After a while, Cam lightly grips your thighs, moving you over to get out from underneath you. Standing up from the bed, your boyfriend scoops you up into his arms and lays you down at the top of the bed in your cloud of pillows. He pulls the comforter over your tired body and joins you underneath, immediately cuddling into his side. Cam wraps an arm around you, holding you nice and tight against him.
Cam knew that you were going to need a little recovery nap, so to pass the time, he opened your laptop to start reading through your paper. That was the least he could do.
a/n: had to squeeze a little blurb into by insane schedule to stay somewhat consistent. i’m so over this semester tho can’t wait for break next week so i can sleep and write more!! anyways, enjoy this fluffy little piece i wrote to romanticize grad school instead of studying <3
an academic/phd!harry au
wc: 1.1k
You were grading exams for the class you were currently TA’ing for and Harry was buried in his thesis, the two of you having another long night together in the office you shared. The room was softy lit from your computer screens and the warm lamps in the room. Comfortable silence filling the air as the two of you worked into the late hours of the night, every once in a while a yawn would escape from either side of the room. It wasn’t until Harry needed a second pair of eyes on his draft.
“Hey love, could you give this section a quick read for me? If I read it one more time my heads gonna explode,” Harry softly grumbles from across the room, his need for sleep flooding his warm voice when he spoke. And because you wanted any excuse to not look at another exam, without saying a word you’re rolling away from your desk towards his. When you reach his desk, you slightly nudge his chair to make space for yourself.
As you read, Harry’s focus shifted completely away the paper. Far from it actually. His mind and eyes were completely on you. His eyes were naturally drawn to you, watching you in all your academic glory.
Ever since you two started your PhD programs two years ago, you and Harry were practically inseparable. Naturally, you two spent a lot of time together since you shared an office, but you and Harry’s working relationship evolved into an actual friendship. Yes, there was a small rivalry in the process; nothing serious though because at the end of the day, you two respected each other’s work. And quiet as its kept, neither of you could actually commit to hating each other, which led you both right into a romantic relationship.
After almost two years of spending so much time together and growing your friendship, Harry couldn’t help but fall for you. But even though he was falling, he kept those feelings to himself, valuing your professional relationship and friendship over a romantic one, even if there was a possibility of there being one. That is, until three months ago when he decided to just test the waters and ask you out on a date. And to his relief, you said yes, enthusiastically might he add. He still teases you about it from time to time.
And all of that led right to this moment, three months after asking you out, Harry was making heart eyes at you while you read his thesis.
“I think it sounds really good. All you have to do is fix some grammar and fix some sentences. When is this part due?” You didn’t get an answer. Harry was zoned out and zoned in on you. When you turned to him to figure out the silence, you caught him completely dazed in your direction. You couldn’t stop a smile from breaking past your lips at the sight. You lightly shake his chair, snapping Harry out of his rose-colored daydreams.
“I’m sorry what?” He refocuses, sitting up his chair to actually focus on your comments.
“I said that it sounds great so far, you just have some grammar and syntax issues, dramatically emphasizing your point. “I thought we said no heart eyes at work,” you tease, shaking your head at his antics.
“God forbid I stare at my genius and gorgeous girlfriend,” Harry longingly and lovingly quips back, turning your chair to face him more.
“You should make that the title of your thesis,” you shoot back, standing from your chair and dragging Harry out of his. “You wouldn’t even have to defend it,” you proudly add, pulling you both to the small loveseat in the corner of the room. You insisted on it when you two first moved into the space to make it more homey. You lightly push him down onto the cushions before climbing into his lap, finding his shoulders for balance.
“I thought we definitely ruled this one out at work,” Harry pokes, his hands naturally gravitating to your hips.
“Well technically it’s…” you begin, picking up his wrist from your body to look at his watch. “…almost 11pm, so this is definitely appropriate,” you smirk, placing his hand back where you found it.
“So hypocritical,” he murmurs, warmly watching the woman he’d been falling for everyday for the past two years.
“You love it,” whispering as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing further into him.
“You might be right, love,” Harry’s breathes, studying your face properly for the first time tonight, taking in your features in the soft light from the floor lamp in the corner. Another thing that you recommended for a homey feel. A grin spreads across his face before finally connecting his lips with yours, that grin only widening when he hears your breath hitch ever so slightly at the connection.
Your lips move effortlessly against his, bubbling passion spilling over into your kisses. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp, sending a shiver down his spine. Tracing upwards from your hips, his larger palm finds a place cupping your cheek, his fingers lightly curling around your neck to pull you deeper. Harry then wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you higher up on his lap, needing you even closer.
The only sounds floating around the room were the soft smacking of your lips colliding. Inside, though, it was anything but quiet. From the sizzling of the electricity surging through your bodies to the quick thrumming of your hearts, the noise was inescapable. But neither of you wanted to escape it.
a/n: I finally finished the smutty “part 2” of ‘The Sweetest Case’ as promised…I rlly rlly like this one, and I hope y’all do too…enjoy😗🫶🏾
a baker!Harry au
summary: after months of lingering tension and unspoken feelings, one quiet night in your apartment turns into the moment everything shifts in your relationship.
word count: 5.3k
By now, you and Harry were practically a couple. Tonight marked your fifth official date, which may not have seemed like many to some. But between morning coffees, lingering lunch breaks, and constant texts and late-night calls, the line between casual and committed had been blurred fast.
You didn’t want to come on too strong so early, but truthfully, you were all in. You were gone. So, you waited for Harry to make the next move. Just like you waited for what seemed like an eternity for that first kiss, you waited for him to ask you to be his girlfriend.
Maybe you were being dramatic (you were almost certain that you weren’t), but you just couldn’t stop the excitement of being with him from bubbling over.
And the feeling was more than mutual. Harry just didn’t want to seem like he was rushing anything. Truthfully, he was already imagining a future with you, one that involved marriage. But despite his strong feelings for you, he kept that part tucked close, choosing instead to follow your lead. And in time, that patience would prove to be the best thing either of you could’ve done.
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You and Harry were just getting in from another perfect date—dinner and a movie, your pick this time. Ever since your second date, Harry had been the one to pick you up and drop you off at your place (you’d done your due diligence, of course), and tonight was no different.
He was always the perfect gentleman, never letting you touch a door or walk to and from your apartment alone. He always escorts you down the strangely long hallway to your door, and gives you a hello or see you later kiss once you unlock your door. But tonight, it doesn’t exactly end there.
“Do you wanna come inside?” you ask softly, nervously fiddling with the zipper at the bottom of his jacket.
“I’d love to,” Harry warmly replies, a gentle smile spreading across his lips, easing any nerves you had.
You quickly open your door and step aside for Harry to follow. You drop your keys into the dish beside the door and flick on the lights, revealing your apartment. To Harry, it immediately felt like you. The same warmth you carried perfectly matched the feel of the place you called home. He follows your lead and kicks off his shoes at the front door, trailing behind you to the living area.
“Do you want some tea or coffee or something?” You offer, motioning to the couch for him to sit before turning on the soft lighting of your lamps.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having, love,” he hums contentedly. With that, you disappear into the kitchen, calling back for him to make himself comfortable.
While you’re making the house blend of tea Harry’d given you a few weeks back, Harry looks around your living room. Admiring the framed photos you’d hung, the books you’ve collected that ranged from the legal sociology to romance, and the little trinkets you’d collected during your travels.
“I haven’t read them all yet,” you muse as you return with a tray filled with all the tea essentials. “Maybe it’ll be my new year’s resolution or something,” you add with a playful smile.
You’d even pulled out your pink and gold tea set for the occasion. Everything down to the milk was in a little matching dish.
When Harry turns in the direction of your voice, he feels himself completely melt. The soft golden light washed over your skin beautifully, making his heart stutter at the sight. You stood there, proudly presenting your tea spread like it was a five-star tasting, and to him, it may as well have been.
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Your coffee table had been completely rearranged to fit with tray, giving you and Harry room to comfortably settle in on the couch. Somewhere between pouring the tea and passing the sugar, the conversation took a turn. You weren’t sure how it even came up but you found yourself admitting that while you weren’t a smoker, you’d briefly picked up the bad habit in law school. And he did not believe you. It was only until you scrolled through your camera roll and pulled up a blurry photo of yourself with a lit cigarette in hand, that he finally gave in.
“It was a stressful time,” you shrug playfully, causing him to tilt his head back from laughter at the revelation.
The laughter gave way to a comfortable quiet. The kind that only happened when everything felt good and easy. At some point, your legs found their way across his lap, and his hand was moving absentmindedly, up and down your calves through the fabric of your jeans.
And in that moment, Harry couldn’t stop himself from pulling the trigger.
“Y/n,” he whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. You lifted your head from the back of the couch, eyes finding his with a soft smile. And just like that Harry was a goner. “Y’know, I’ve really enjoyed these last few months with you. It’s truly been the best time of my life,” Harry earnestly declared, shyly pinching the hem of your jeans between his fingers as he spoke. “And I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to ask you this, but will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” Harry continues, bringing his onto yours as he finishes.
It was like your brain short-circuited, your thoughts reduced to ‘yes’ flashing in big bold letters. Without hesitation, you launched yourself into his lap, straddling him as you kissed him. And you kissed him hard. It was the kind of kiss that knocked the wind out of both of you, messy and breathless. And so long overdue.
“Is that a yes?” Harry panted, pupils blown wide, in complete awe of the woman on top of him. With your chest rising and falling and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you nodded quickly.
“I’ve been waiting for eternity for you to ask me.” You breathed, rolling your eyes playfully.
In a split second, one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into another kiss. Only this time, it was deeper, hungrier, like he was finally letting himself say all the things he’d been holding back. His other arm wrapped lightly around your waist, hand gripping your hip to anchor you in place. Any space that had ever existed between you disappeared completely.
Just like always, Harry’s touches were firm yet gentle. His kisses too. Your lips lightly smacked against his, your movements slow yet fervent. His tongue skillfully danced with yours, aching to be tangled with you in every way possible. His kisses were dizzying, turning your thoughts to mush, leaving you with only small moans and whimpers of bliss. The delicate sounds flowed through Harry like fire, only making him want you more. Your hands were wound through his soft hair, tugging gently at the roots, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp, sending a shiver down his spine. A string of low moans slipped from his throat, each one swallowed between your kisses, only making your stomach twist tighter with want.
When you finally came up for air, which isn’t that long, you quickly whisper the words against his lips, “End of the hall.” With that, you’re being lifted up with Harry, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carries you both to the bedroom.
Somehow, he manages to avoid knocking into any walls on the way to your bedroom—getting you both there in one piece despite your efforts to make him come apart. The moment he reaches the bed, he lowers you both down in one smooth motion, his mouth never once leaving yours.
His hands wander beneath your shirt, strong and sure, each touch becoming more and more electrifying. They travel up, taking the fabric of your soft t-shirt with them until he reaches the underside of your bra. The only time your lips leave his is when he pulls your shirt over your head. And even then, you’re pulling him back in before the clothing hits the floor.
Harry’s hands roam purposefully, while yours wander eagerly. He could feel your soft hands trailing from the back of his neck, down down the front of his chest to his firm abdomen. When he felt your hands creep under his shirt, hovering around his waist, it was like his skin was on fire from your touch. When he felt your nails slide down into the waistband of his boxers, Harry nearly exploded. And the crotch area of his jeans nearly ripped apart when you pull him down closer to you by his pants.
With a groan, Harry quickly grabs your hands in his and pins them above your head, swallowing the delighted hum that escapes your mouth. That only sent him further into a spiral. He knew that he needed to have you in every way possible.
Harry’s lips begin to migrate lower, taking his precious time to inch every kiss lower. A kiss to the corner of your mouth. A kiss at your jawline. Another to the sensitive spot just below your ear. A trail of kisses around your neck and down the column of your throat, his hands itching to wrap around to feel every hard swallow and shaky breath beneath his palms. Every single kiss, while firm and filled with desire, still spongy and soft. Each kiss blazing against your skin.
As he continues his calculated descent down your body, Harry leaves no area untouched. With a hand still firmly wrapped around your wrists, he uses the other explore your upper half—taking his sweet, torturous time with your confined breasts.
You watch as he mouths at the supple skin just outside the lacy edge of your bra, then gently tugs one of the padded cups aside to bring your buzzing nipple into his mouth. Your blood was already boiling, your skin sizzling from his touch. But as he moved lower you were on the verge of bursting into flames.
By the time he’s halfway down your stomach, his eyes lock in on yours, dark and intensely watching his every move. You watch as his tongue slips out, drawing a slow, hot stripe down the rest of your exposed skin, stopping just at the top of your jeans. You wanted him. Badly.
When his movements stop, you all but beg for him to keep going. Raising your hips towards him, letting out a breathy, needy “please”, desperately wanting him to never stop.
With his eyes still locked on yours, he releases your wrists (you secretly missed the feeling of his hands restraining) before shifting your body higher on the bed. You nestle your head into the soft pillows, insatiably watching as he kneels between your legs. He wastes no time undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. His fingers hook under the waistband, pulling them down, pulling in one swift motion. He lifts your legs from either side of him to slip them off completely, your clothes landing somewhere on the floor beside you.
Now, all that’s left is your baby pink lingerie set. You always had a thing for matching; pretty laces, pastel colors, delicate designs. From the way Harry’s jaw goes slack, from the way he blinks like he’s seeing a dream come to life, you know he’s already obsessed.
He has no idea what he’s in for.
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Having you sprawled out in front of him, your perfect body on display, teasing him with your more delicate parts tucked beneath a pretty lingerie set, sent tingles all across Harry’s body. The words ‘so fucking beautiful’ were on an infinite loop in his head at the sight of you. He was beyond ready to explore all of you, both inside and out.
Harry came up to capture your lips in a wet, passion-filled kiss. When his tongue licked into your mouth again, you couldn’t stop the flood of moans that poured from your throat and into his. You were on fire and needed him to feel it.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his body tight against yours, letting him feel just how badly you wanted him. The pressure of his rock hard bulge pressed between your legs, and even through his pants, you could tell he was very well endowed. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping his chest flush to yours. With every desperate breath your heaving chest dragged against his, the friction between your sensitive nipples and bra sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.
Despite your efforts to keep him pressed against you, Harry pulls away. Only to pick up exactly where he left off. He shifts himself back down between your legs, his face now level with your panties. He leaves slow, deliberate licks around the edges of your panties, whispering “Is this okay?”
Each time you give him a resounding yes, practically begging him for more.
He keeps going, lips and tongue moving along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, tracing the outline of your panties, making your stomach tighten every time.
He could smell your arousal through the thin pink fabric. He could see a darker patch formed at the center, clearly soaked with your arousal. Teasing you was now driving him insane. He then presses the tip of his tongue at your entrance, still through the damp fabric. Then he flattens his tongue and slowly drags it upward, stopping when the tip of his tongue against your hidden clit.
“Is this okay?” Harry whispers, his tongue continuing to nudge at the bundle of nerves.
“Oh my god, please, Harry!” you cry through a moan, hips lifting off the bed in pure desperation.
In the blink of an eye, your panties are torn off, with Harry’s mouth replacing them.
His mouth claims you, slow at first. Then hungry; icking, tasting, devouring every inch of your gushing center. The pleasure is white hot. His skilled tongue explores you with precision, his nose constantly nudging your clit. It was blinding. He licked through every fold, dragging his tongue anywhere he can reach.
Your hands are tangled in his hair, gripping tight as he gives you the most earthshaking pleasure you’ve ever felt.
“Oh my—Ha—“ you moan loudly, unable to form a coherent sentence, too absorbed in the bliss crashing over you. You began pushing yourself deeper into his mouth, legs wrapped around his head, heels digging into his upper back. Harry watches as you fall apart. Eyes screwed shut, mouth open, your pleasured moans spilling out. The sound of you trying to mutter his name, only to be consumed by the pleasure he gave you was like music to his ears.
One of his hands leave your trembling thighs and trails up your body, finding your breast through the lacy cup of your bra. He slips his fingers in, gripping the soft flesh, and pinches your aching nipple just as he starts suckling your clit. It was too much.
Everything hitting you at once.
“Need—inside!” you pant, one hand leaving his hair to meet the one teasing your chest. As good as his mouth feels, and as close as you are to your release, you were desperate to feel him inside the deepest part of you.
At your words, Harry licks a final, wide stripe up your center, then rises to meet you face-to-face. And when he sees your sinfully beautiful post-pleasure expression, he groans—leaning in to kiss you, tongue sweeping into yours, needing you to have a taste of the honeypot between your legs.
All you could do was whimper in response, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling your hips up to grind into his hard denim-covered bulge. As you wantonly clung to him, you were fighting to get him undressed. You managed to pull his shirt over his head, leaving his ungodly upper half on display. Your hands then fall to his belt, desperately heeding him bare right this second. However, as you began unbuckling, he stops you in your tracks.
“I don’t have one on me,” he mutters, his cheeks flushed with frustration.
“I may have snagged some the other day,” you admit, low and bashful. Untangling yourself from him, you reach over to open your nightstand drawer, feeling around before landing on the small box. You pull it out and press it against his chest. “I hope I got the right size,” you whisper, biting your lower lip at the implication.
You barely recognized the boldness in your own voice. You don’t know who this was and how harry managed to pull her out of you.
He looks down at the box and sees Large printed on the side.
“Have you been plotting on me this entire time?” he smirks, taking the box from you, fighting hard against the urge to come in his pants on the spot
The second it’s in his hand, you wrap yourself around him again and flip him onto his back, taking control.
You go for his pants, practically clawing them off his body. Only this time he was helping you along. With one tug (and push from Harry), he’s completely naked in front of you. His clothes somewhere on the floor below.
Immediately, your mouth waters at the sight. Without a second thought, you bend down to envelop on the engorged tip into your mouth, already glistening with precum. Your hand wraps around his thick shaft, your grip gentle but strong.
If he weren’t so desperate to be inside you, Harry might’ve blacked out right then and there. Not just from the feeling but the sight. Your plush lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Your warm, soft hand stroking his length. And your eyes, focused solely on him. His mouth hanging open as he watched you.
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You quickly come off of him though, only wanting to give him a little taste of what you could do. Grabbing the small square package beside you and ripping it open, you pull a condom out of the box. Tossing the box off to the side, and placing the foil package between your teeth. You then reach behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders and tossing it somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. You were now completely naked in front of Harry, and he couldn’t help but to salivate at the gorgeous sight in front of him. He was so in awe that his cock jumped at the sight. And you definitely noticed. You just couldn’t determine whether or not you wanted to blush at his earnest reaction to you or moan from how badly he wanted you.
Harry watches as you rip open the package, then slowly and intently focused with your lip between your teeth, rolling the thin condom down his sizable member. Once it’s fully on, he’s pulling you up to him in his lap.
Your hands grip his broad shoulders for support as you straddle him. He brings his mouth back to yours, bringing his hands up to engulf your bare breasts in his big hands, a moan leaving your throat at the feeling of him massaging you. You then reach down between your bodies to grip his cock, slowly lowering yourself to position him at your entrance. You then begin to slowly sink down onto him, granting him complete access to your body.
“Fuck,” you gasp into the kiss, immediately feeling just how solid he was. Once he was even slightly inside, your arms wrap around his shoulders, bracing for however much of him was left. And to help you, Harry’s hands fell from your chest to your hips, guiding you down further to take more of him inside.
“Feel so good ‘round me baby,” he groans, feeling like he was on cloud nine. Your walls were so gooey and warm and tight, he could feel it all through the latex. It was so good his mind even couldn’t handle the idea of there being no barrier between you and him. “That’s it doll,” he lowly praises, as you took the rest of him. You were now sitting flush against his lap all of him inside you, perfectly splitting your walls. You felt so full, almost too full. Once you get your bearings, completely filled to the brim with his cock, you start to move against him.
“Mhm,” you moan over and over through labored breaths, each time getting higher than before, squeezing around his length as you rock back and forth against him. As you moved, you ground your clit down against him, creating friction for the sensitive bud.
Harry watched you through hooded eyes in awe at how hot you were like this, coming undone before his very eyes. Your head tilted back in ecstasy, bare chest glistening and heaving as you took control over your pleasure. And his. His hands never leaving your hips as you move against him, listening to your soft noises.
You then begin to lift yourself up higher, creating an up and down rhythm. Your hands slide down to his abdomen for better support as you lifted your hips higher and higher, just to drop them back down. With your quickening movements, your breasts jumped with you and Harry couldn’t stop himself from taking one in his mouth, bringing a hand from your hips to toy with the other. That only spurred you further, heightening the pleasure even more. Your moans turned into higher pitched whines, completely overcome with need.
Through your needy moans and whimpers, you could hear Harry’s muffled moans against your skin, even feeling him grip you harder or twist your nipples harder when you moved a certain way. That turned you on even more, making you even wetter for him. You were practically gushing around him and every time your hips dropped back down against his, the skin between you two got even wetter, making the atmosphere even more erotic. You started to raise your hips even higher with every bounce, quickly dropping back down on his length, driving him back into the depths of your center.
“That’s it baby, wannna be deep inside you” Harry pants, now having gone back to tightly gripping your thighs, watching you in all your glory on top of him. He starts from the top and works his way down. Your beautiful face contorting in response to the immense pleasure, stunning sounds of ecstasy leaving your parted (and a little swollen) lips, your lust filled eyes meeting his and sending shockwaves through his body. Your skin glistens with a thin veil of sweat from your activities, your body hot to the touch from desire. Your supple breasts moving in harmony with your hips, mesmerizing to watch from his position beneath you. One of your hands were planted firmly on his abdomen to support your body as you rode him, the other reaching to lock with one of his on your thigh.
Your hips danced beautifully against his, circling and moving you up and down against him. And when he looked between your legs, Harry was mesmerized as your pussy gushed around him, his member appearing and disappearing inside of you. You were taking him so well, every inch, allowing him to invade your walls. He heard you whisper how it ‘burned so good’ when you first sank down onto him, your body accommodating his larger size. He also noticed your clit, pink and throbbing, begging for attention.
He felt amazing, in a complete state of euphoria at the pleasure you were giving him. The knot in his stomach getting tighter and tighter, on the verge of snapping. He reaches down between your legs and begins to circle your sticky clit with two fingers.
“Oh my—“ you whine, attempting to close your legs around him, trying to push his hand away. You felt like you were about to explode from the immense pleasure. It was so intense you stopped riding him, bucking into his hand with his cock still inside of you. He could feel your pussy squeezing him more and more, pushing him even closer to release. He was going to get you both there.
In one swift movement, Harry pulls you down against his chest, your body completely flush with his.
“How about you play with that pretty clit of yours and I do the rest, hm?” He pants against the shell of your ear, pulling your hand down to where his was, replacing his fingers with yours.
Before you could even comprehend, let alone mumble out something resembling a yes, Harry was thrusting up into you. His feet firmly planted on the bed, hands spreading your ass as he slams up into you over and over again. You couldn’t even fathom the pleasure you were receiving in this moment. He was hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over again, impaling you on his cock while you lazily toyed with your clit, too drunk on the pleasure to do more.
You could feel your orgasm barreling towards you. And so could Harry. He could feel you squeezing around him even more and moaning and whimpering right into his ear, sending him crashing into his own release. The way he kept hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside you, again and again was like pure magic. All of it coming together for a seismic release.
“Come with me baby,” he grunts, holding himself back so that he could come with you. And just like that, on command, the tightly wound coil in the pit of your stomach snapped, opening the floodgates for your release to crash right into you. He could feel your walls convulsing around him and you let out the most alluring string of moans in his ears as you came, sending him spiraling into his own release. He let out a deep guttural moan as he came, you could feel the hot ropes of his cum spilling into the condom, his hips pinned up against you so that you’d feel it all.
The two of you lay there in silence, the aftershocks of your release humming through your bodies. Slowly, your breathing evens out, your body coming down from the highest of highs. Harry’s hands gently caressed your back, at times squeezing your hip, a silent way of telling you how amazing, utterly perfect you were. Your face stays tucked into the curve of his neck, where you left soft, grateful kisses against his warm skin, your way of telling him how good he made you feel.
After a couple minutes of basking in the afterglow of your first time together, Harry goes into aftercare mode. He softly moves you beneath him, and slowly pulls out of you, making you mewl as the loss of feeling full of him, briefly wishing he could just stay inside you forever.
He then rises from the bed, leaving you in a puddle of afterglow and bliss, heading to the en suite bathroom to toss the used condom. When he returns, your glassy eyes follow him as he crosses the room in all his naked glory. He flashes a wink before pulling on his boxers, disappearing again, this time into the kitchen.
When he returns with two glasses of water in hand, your heart melts all over again. You’d only been his girlfriend for an hour and you were already in love with him. Harry helps get settled under the covers, gently sitting you up so you can take a couple of sips before sleep pulls you under. He keeps stroking your back as you fall asleep, committing to memory your peaceful, glowing face before falling asleep behind you.
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Thankfully you’d suggested to go out on a Friday night this time, because you were completely knocked out the next morning. The night before had drained you, but in the best way imaginable. Even though he could’ve used more sleep himself, Harry wakes before you, his arms securely wrapped around you from behind. At some point during the night, the two of you had shifted into a new position, your bodies never untangling from each other.
Almost instinctively, he presses two soft kisses on your shoulder blade, his fingers gently tracing over your midsection. You then stretch against him with a little puff of air leaving your lips. Unfortunately for Harry, that subtle movement only riles him up. It doesn’t help when he glances under the covers and sees your bare body pressed flush against his.
His hand slowly crept up your torso, settling over your chest. He can’t resist palming one of your breasts, embracing the warm skin. He tries to go back to sleep, but his mind is already drifting back to the night before. Images of you, your sounds, how good you felt stream into his mind, and before he realizes it, he gives you absentminded squeeze. That was enough to stir you out of your sleep.
When you finally peel your eyes open, the memories of last night come flooding back, so does the dull ache between your thighs, a souvenir, if you will, of just how good it had been. You turn around in Harry’s arms, shifting to face him properly, a sleepy smile forming at the sight of him.
“Nice seeing you here this morning,” you hum, the giddy feeling of you officially being his girlfriend rushing back over you.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be,” he grins, completely drunk on your presence, savoring this version of you. Soft, sleepy, and his.
He gently rolls on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows, to admire your features in the soft light flittering through the window. You do the same, your arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders, taking in the man who was officially all yours.
Harry leans down to kiss you, slow and warm like always, the two of you in your own universe together. You hum contentedly into the kiss, your fingers weaving into the short curls at the nape of his neck. When he pulls back from the kiss, just a little, he rests his forehead against yours with the biggest smile plastered on his face.
“Last night was…” he began dreamily, unable to adequately capture the moment with words alone.
“It was,” you nod, brushing your nose against yours. You two were already in sync, completely on the same page without needing all the extra words. “You might’ve ruined me for anyone else, honestly.” You add, a playful smirk spreading across your face because you knew that you weren’t going anywhere.
In response to your antics, Harry dips down to kiss you again, a bit deeper this time, before dragging his lips lower to pepper spongy kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You giggle at the ticklish sensation, that is until you feel him nip at a small patch of skin at the column of your throat. He used just enough pressure to pull a small gasp from you.
“Harry,” you breathe out, biting your lip as his tongue softly flicks over the spot.
“Had to make sure there would be no one else,” he grins, admiring the small bruise forming on your skin, his signature.
“I like the sound of that,” you grin, happily taking on the label of his.
“Now how about we go back to sleep and when those pretty eyes of yours pop open again i’ll make my girlfriend a proper breakfast.” He offers, completely smitten at the women he got to call his.
a/n: I lowkey missed Sunday Smut Concepts…might do another part to this one, so #33b lol, i had more ideas for this one, but it was getting a bit long for a ssc :p this one is very smutty, i had to take some breaks in between writing…enjoy😗
nsfw inspo #1 (tumblr took the one i rlly wanted to use down 😑 )
nsfw inspo #2 (twt link)
word count ~ 1.9k words
Harry is completely insatiable. And insatiable for you only. He could have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still crave more. Of course, Harry wanted all of you, but if he had to pick what he wanted the most, he’d have to choose the sweet and warm honey pot between your legs. And more specifically, he wanted to have his mouth locked against the slice of heaven perfectly placed between your delectable thighs more than anything.
Harry is, and will always be, a serial eater. Like he doesn’t even need to 69 to have your mouth on him while he’s crammed between your legs. All he needs is you stuffed in his mouth and his hand. To Harry, your body as a whole, from your head to your feet, deserved to be studied, worshipped and praised. And he took the time to do just that, spending a little extra time at the altar between your legs. And, of course, Harry also had his favorite ways of doing it.
Of course, his go-to, foolproof, always satisfying way of devouring you was with your body sprawled out on the bed in front of him. You’re completely naked, your head nestled deep into the pillows, your legs completely spread with himself being hungrily stationed between them, and your hips propped up with a pillow that would act as a serving dish to present your inviting and utterly mouthwatering main course.
While this position may have been seen as basic or boring to some, Harry thought otherwise. For starters, this position allowed you to be the most relaxed, comfortable, and pleasured as possible, which was always first and foremost to Harry. Now, it may have been a bit uncomfortable if you were lying on your home's hardwood floors after failing to reach the bedroom, but that's beside the point. In this position, Harry was able to thoroughly explore you, pushing his tongue into every one of your folds and exploring them.
Lying flat on the bed between your legs, Harry’d methodically yet eagerly lick into you. He’d repeatedly drag his tongue through your center, lapping up all your juices, every movement of his tongue being different from the last as he wanted, no needed, all of you in his mouth. With every famished flick of his tongue, Harry almost vacuum your clit into his mouth, suckling on the throbbing bundle of nerves as hard as possible. And when he finally releases the pressure of his mouth, he’d do it all over again. His once mouthwatering need turned into full-on slobbering against your cunt, rustling his head in between your legs to push his open mouth and greedy tongue further into you. Through your trembling moans and shaky cries, you could hear Harry’s labored pants through the wet sounds of his tongue gliding through your center. It was like your center was essential for him to live.
Even when you tried to shut your thighs from how intense the pleasure was or push his head away to get a break from his wild tongue, Harry wouldn’t let up. In fact, your trying to run away only made him go harder. He’d dig his fingers into your thighs, clawing them apart and making even messier, more frenzied movements against you. He’d start to slurp up all your juices, opening his mouth even more to eat more of you at once. He’d even push your legs up towards your chest, slightly pinching your pussy together for him to bury himself between. Strings of his saliva mixed with your arousal connect his mouth to your center whenever his lips leave your flooded pussy, juices dripping down from your clit to your much tighter entrance. The wet slurping sounds of Harry tonguing and eating at your sticky cunt mix with the desperate and pleasured whines leaving your lips, the erotic sounds completely filling the room.
Harry continues licking through your folds, suctioning your clit into his mouth as he feasts on you. Craving more, Harry pulls his mouth back to not just admire the sticky mess he’s made between your legs but to also make even more of a mess. He leans down and slowly spits down onto your silky entrance, pushing his tongue in right behind. At this, you really try to close your legs around his head, the sensation of the tip of his tongue thrusting in and out of your entrance overwhelming your senses. Your cries become louder from the pleasure, which only egg him on further.
And further, he goes because Harry is lapping at your second entrance not long after he’s tonguing at your entrance, gathering the juices that spilled over onto his tongue. While he went to work down there, Harry made sure to continue taking care of your pussy, bringing a hand down from its station on your flailing thighs to toy with you until he brought his mouth back. You could feel his tongue swirling around your tight entrance as his fingers pinched your swollen clit, slid between your folds, and pumped in and out of you, every once in a while curling upwards to nudge at your sweet spot, causing your hips to fly up at the sensation and a gasp to leave your mouth. Harry then brings his mouth back up to your center, licking a wide stripe up from your bottom all the way to your clit before continuing with his fervent and borderline famished mouthing at your cunt.
Now while eating your pussy was more than enough to get him riled up, the sound of your cries and moans and the feeling of you fighting his mouth really did a number on him. As he ate you, he’d picture you reacting to the pleasure. He could imagine your face and chest glistening with a light layer of sweat as your body convulsed from the pleasure it was receiving from his mouth. Tiny beads of sweat form at your hairline, some falling down the side of your face to mix with the tears of pleasure escaping your eyes despite them being screwed shut. Your mouth hung open, with the most wanton and shaky moans and cries leaving your lips that were swollen from your biting. The pleasure was so intense that your body didn’t know if it wanted a break or even more. He could imagine the coil in the pit of your stomach winding up with every lick or suck into you, becoming so tight that it was on the brink of snapping at any moment.
Harry was still happily nose-deep in your cunt when you got too tired to even fight the sensation anymore. Continuing to lick into you, He peeks up over your delicious mound to find you exactly how he’d painted you in his mind, only with the nice added touch of one of your hands gripping onto the rounded and supple flesh of your breasts. If he could have captured this scene in film, hell, if he could commission a painting of this very moment, he would. Somehow, despite the seismic release that was barreling towards him at lightning speed, the sight of you clinging to your breast for support through the intense pleasure gave him his second wind.
Or at least he thought it did. See, while the mere sight of you could have Harry making a complete mess of his pants, eating your warm cunt sent Harry into overdrive. He’d come so hard that he’d be a little dizzy afterward. After repeatedly grinding his hips down into the mattress, fucking himself against the sheets, and unintentionally edging himself, not to mention the fact that your entrance was quaking at your own impending release. Harry was a goner. Moving one hand from your thighs, Harry reaches up your body and places his larger hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand. His gentle action was like a nonverbal ‘let go,’ and that you did. You completely crumble under his touch, letting out the breathiest high-pitched string of moans as your orgasm consumes you, the shockwaves radiating through your body, your skin becoming prickly with goosebumps as the coil of red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach snapped and flooded your senses. Even though Harry consistently delivered earth-shattering orgasms to you, it was still overwhelming in that moment. Harry kept his mouth on you through your entire orgasm, not wanting a single drop of your nectar to be wasted. And as if your climax set off a chain reaction, Harry could feel his own release rushing in. So he pulls himself up from the bed and kneels between your legs, giving his neglected and throbbing member a few tugs. The head of his cock was red and shining with precum, and his thick shaft was rock hard, with the thick vein running up the underside of him bulging out against his palm with every pump of his hand.
“Where do you want it, baby? In here or in your mouth?” He rasps, placing a hand on your lower stomach, on the edge of his own release. When he feels your hand fall on top of his, Harry instantly lines himself up with your pulsating entrance before slowly pushing into you, stretching your walls to fit. His hips weren’t even pressed up against yours when he began to spill his warm seed into you, but he continued pushing further between your walls. When you feel his warmth flowing into you, a small mewl slips past your lips. Harry came hard, your cunt milking him completely dry as rope after rope of his cum painted your walls. Harry clung to your thighs as pleasured groans left his throat. You watched through heavy eyes as his head tilted back, exposing the bobbing adam’s apple against his throat. Your hand then moves from on top of his to the side of his thigh that was pressed against yours, causing a lust-filled groan to bubble up in his throat. It was the small moments of intimacy that made you both completely feral for one another.
When he’s finally done coming, Harry slowly pulls out of you, exposing his now glistening cock. He can see his milky cum rushing to your entrance, a little spilling out of you. Despite needing a break, Harry badly wanted to mouth at your now stuffed entrance. But your pleasure was more important, and right now, you were fully tapped out. So, he settled on leaving a small peck at the hypersensitive pearl peeking out from between your glistening folds, causing you to jump a little. Harry then moves up to the top of the bed to rest beside you.
“I love you, baby. You did so good.” He chuckles at your previous reaction, leaving a string of small kisses against your lips before pulling you into his strong body, pulling the covers over you both, and lovingly caressing your side to soothe you.
“I think you were trying to kill me.” You mumble as an I love you too, curling into Harry’s side and lifting your leg over his muscular thigh as he laughs at your statement. Your legs now spread to reveal your cum and arousal-soaked flower beneath the sheets.
As he drifted off into a light sleep like you’d already done, Harry wondered if you’d be interested in capturing these sinfully intoxicating, beautifully intimate moments.
a/n: hey y’all, long time no see, lol. I caught the writing bug that included follow-through with writing, editing, and posting. I just had this random idea pop into my head at 3am one night and figured I’d give it a stab. This one is so cute and will be a two-parter and potentially a mini-series. Also, the characters are down horrendous for each other. The second part is going to have my world-famous smut lol, so don’t worry lol. I’ve just been in a fluffy, very cutesy vibe for a long time, and idk if y’all were into that, given my normally smut-heavy writing. Anyway, I hope u like it…enjoy 🫶🏾😗
a baker!Harry au
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summary: an attorney’s structured life is turned upside down when a charming café owner shows her that love might just be the sweetest case she’ll ever take on.
word count ~ 6.2k words
Not even in your wildest dreams would you have thought that your late commute into the office on a random Tuesday morning would bring you and the man of your dreams together. You knew that casually stumbling across the love of your life wasn’t completely farfetched. But since it’d been confined solely to the pages of the books you’d read on the train to and from work, you were a bit weary of its potential.
But you were in for a rude awakening when you stumbled into the café a block from your office. You were already running late due to your choice of snoozing your alarm three times that morning, so you couldn’t stop at your regular coffee shop on your way to the train. However, no matter how late you were, you would never skip your morning latte. Maybe you’re a creature of habit, or perhaps you have a serious caffeine addiction; regardless, you were going to stop for your morning fix.
You’d seen the quaint shop on the corner on your walks to work, never stopping in, merely eyeing the pastries and deserts through the window as you walked by. You hated the coffee in your office, so there was no other option but to grab a coffee from the charming shop. You stepped underneath the pale green and white awning, pulling open the surprisingly heavy door with curly letters spelling out Sugar Bowl Bakery & Café. When you step inside, you’re immediately enveloped by the warm air and delicious smell of freshly baked goods circulating through the room.
Upon stepping up to the counter, you’re face to face with a pretty handsome barista in what you assumed to be the standard issue pale green apron for the shop and a name tag with Harry scrawled across it clipped to the top.
“What can I get for you this morning?” Harry rasps from behind the counter, a smile forming on his lips as you break from your thoughts at the sound of his voice.
“Oh- um…” You stammer, breaking away from your inner thoughts. “Could I get a vanilla latte, please?” You rush out, a little flustered at your noticed staring. “And a croissant, please!” You quickly add.
“Of course.” Harry chuckles softly, adding the haphazard croissant to your order. “Can I get a name for the order?” He adds, despite you being the only order at the moment.
“Y/n”
“Thanks, that’ll be $8.34.” ‘Pretty,’ Harry thinks as he replies, biting his lip to stop himself from beaming down at you. It only worsens for him as he watches you maneuver into your purse through your jacket, fishing through your things to find your wallet. At that moment, Harry’s wracking his brain to know if he’s seen anyone as beautiful and adorable as you were at this moment. And he comes up short.
“Here ya go.” You smile, handing over the $10 bill you’d pulled from your wallet. He quickly pulls your change from the register along with your receipt.
“Your order will be ready in a couple of minutes.” Harry carefully hands you the receipt and change, his fingers lightly brushing against your palm.
“Thanks.” You whisper back with a small smile, dropping the change in the tip jar and stepping away from the counter. You weren’t sure if you were just imagining things or if you felt a shock of electricity run through your hand when he touched yours. And you weren’t imagining things; Harry could feel it too, not that either of you could confirm or deny at that moment anyway. You were so caught up in the whirlwind that was Harry that you weren’t even stressed about being late for work.
After waiting a couple moments, Harry calls your name with your order in hand.
“Have a good one.” He says, his eyes locking on yours as a bright smile spreads across his lips.
“Thanks, you too.” You reply with a smile, taking the items from his hands. Again, your hands brush against him, and you feel a jolt of electricity flow through your hands. So no, you weren’t just imagining it the first time. You quickly turn and walk out of the shop, desperately trying to shake off the butterflies starting to attack your stomach.
As you walked away, Harry’s eyes never left you, following your every move until you were out of his sight. It was as if you and he were sharing one feeling. A feeling of excitement and hope to see each other again and simply be in one another’s presence. It was overwhelming but in a good way. A feeling that both of you wanted to feel again and neither of you wanted to forget.
While you walked toward your office, you finally took a sip of the hot drink in your hand. You didn’t know if you were biased towards the man making it, but this had to be the best latte you’d ever had. Either way, you were planning on becoming a regular at the establishment.
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And a regular you were. For a month or so straight, you came in every morning on your way to work, stopping in for your regular vanilla latte and croissant and your daily chats with Harry. You both secretly wished you could sit down and become properly acquainted, but the morning rush in the shop had other plans. Either way, you two appreciated the small interactions. In fact, they stayed on your minds all day long and kept you both afloat until the next morning when you got to do it all over again.
There was one morning, though, where there was absolutely no way you two could even say good morning to each other, as the place was just about packed to the brim. Even though the place was already popular, the muffins randomly went viral, and everyone flooded into the bakery to get their hands on them. In your head, you were patting yourself on the back for being ahead of the muffin curve. The shop was so packed that the only interaction you two had was a glance and smile when he turned at the sound of your voice as you placed your order. Yes, he remembered your voice. It’d be kind of hard to not remember your voice as he replayed it in his head nearly every chance he got. Not only did he remember your voice, he remembered your smile, your laugh, your presumably unorganized purse, given the way you always had to fish around for your wallet, and your bright yet soft aura that undoubtedly flooded the room and his being whenever you walked in.
Because of this incessant need for Harry to be around you, he decided to take the leap and unofficially ask you out. When your name was called to pick up your order, you grabbed the cup and bag and shuffled through the crowd and out the door. Only when you stepped onto the elevator of your office building did you see the note Harry had written on the bag. ‘Sorry, we couldn’t have our usual chat this morning. Stop by around lunchtime, I’ve heard our lunch menu is the best around. H.’ If there weren’t three other people in the elevator, you would’ve squealed from excitement. For the rest of the morning, you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at the clock, hoping it’d strike noon already so you could dash out of the office and back to the café.
When the time was finally on your side, you shot up from your desk, grabbing your jacket and purse before dashing out of the office. You stopped in the bathroom to straighten out your clothes and hair before taking the elevator down to the lobby. On your short walk to the shop, you tried your hardest to slow your breathing and heart rate, which was extremely elevated from excitement and nerves. It’s not like it was an official date. Right? Either way, your efforts were in vain because the moment you stepped into the warm establishment, your eyes met Harry’s, and your heart was ready to explode out of your chest all over again.
He’s leaning against the ledge behind the counter, waiting for your arrival. For the past 15 minutes before you came in, he kept an eye on the door, his head tilting up every time he heard the small bell on the door ring. Harry was doing his best to keep cool, trying his best to avoid thoughts of you not showing up or not being into him the way he was into you. Harry and yourself would’ve thought that at your age, you’d be calmer and less anxious about someone you were romantically interested in. But even though you could’ve kicked yourselves for being so infatuated with the other, neither of you cared to fight it much because, deep down, you both had a feeling that it’d be worth it.
“I was told that this place has an excellent lunch menu.” You hum, unwrapping your scarf that was bundled up around your neck.
“I’d have to agree with that.” He chuckles, beaming down at you from across the counter. “What can I get you, love?” He adds with a smile, making your heart flutter a bit.
“I’ll have whatever you recommend.” You reply, putting the choice for lunch in his hands.
“Alright, any allergies I should know about?” He continues.
“Nope.” You pop back, reaching into your purse for your wallet to pay. When he sees you going to pay, he quickly stops you in your tracks.
“No need, it’s on the house.” Harry quickly rushes out. He hadn’t even put the order into the system.
“You sure?” You shoot a questioning pout in his direction, weary of him picking up your tab.
“Yes. Now, how about you go and pick a seat, and I’ll bring the food to you? " he lightheartedly instructs, sending you on your way while he heads towards the kitchen in the back.
When you’re out of his sight, you drop the cash you would’ve spent in the tip jar and turn to find a seat in the tranquil café. You pick an able that’s in a corner by the window and make yourself comfortable while you wait.
In what seemed like no time at all, in the corner of your eye, you see Harry coming in your direction with a tray of food in hand.
“Alright, I picked some of my favorites off the menu.” He says, strategically placing everything down so it could fit onto the small café table before sitting in front of you.
“Everything looks amazing.”You whisper, taking in everything he’d placed before you. You were a little curious, though, as to how he could have possibly known that you were the type to have two beverages, with a cup of tea and a glass of ice water on the table for you. You were even more curious about why he hung around with you. “Why are you sitting? I’m not gonna be the one to get you in trouble with your boss, Harry.” You pointedly add.
“Love, it’s kind of hard to get in trouble with the boss when you own the place,” Harry smirks, sending a slight wink your way before making up his tea.
“You’ve been the owner this entire time?!” You whisper-shout across the table, a little shocked at the revelation.
Harry then goes on to explain that he’d opened this second location for his bakery almost two years ago, a little while before you started at your firm, and often frequented to help out a bit. He also explained how he wasn’t even supposed to be there the morning you first came in and that he was only in to help a bit since some of the staff were sick. Maybe it was meant to be, after all. Especially since you were running late for work and needed a quick coffee in the area that morning.
For the next half hour or so, you two talked and ate, discussing almost everything from your families to your jobs and hobbies. He told you about how he’d recently become an uncle (which he was beaming about from across the table) and how he’s a shop owner professionally, but his passion is baking. He developed just about every recipe for every item sold in the café. Harry also brought up how he was working on a cookbook and creating new recipes, which led him to his favorite show, ironically enough, The Great British Bakeoff. Which also explained the accent.
Conversely, you told him that you were an attorney, which he was thoroughly impressed by, but not so impressed that he asked you everything you could possibly imagine about your job, which was refreshing, believe it or not. You went on about how you related to him about being close with your mom and how you enjoyed cooking from time to time. You were also similar in the way your favorite shows matched your profession in some way, your show being tied between Suits and Law & Order.
The two of you could’ve kept talking all afternoon long had it not been time for you to return to the office.
“Thanks for lunch, Harry. I think it may just be the best lunch around.” You smile, biting the inside of your lip as you stand from the table. “And I’m serious about being a taste tester for your cookbook. I’m never going to turn down a sweet treat.” You remind him, bundling yourself up again to brave the cool air outside.
“Well, since you’re going to be my taste tester, I think that warrants getting your phone number. So that I can keep you up to date on recipe developments.” He rations, standing up from the table as well.
“Yeah, I wanna be developed on all things recipes.” You counter, fighting back the giggle that was bubbling in your throat. You pull your phone out from your jacket pocket and hand it over for him to put his number in. “The Handsome Baker? That’s what you’re going with?” You laugh, staring down at the new contact.
“Well I mean, do you disagree?” He cocks his head to the side with a wide smirk spread across his face.
“I plead the fifth.” This time, fully biting your lip to conceal your dopey smile. You quickly shrug on your coat and slide your purse onto your shoulder before stopping directly in front of Harry. “I‘ll text you later…” You softly hum up to him, lightly tapping his chest. “About the recipes.” You add with a closed smile before making your way out of the door and back to work.
His eyes follow you as you walk toward your office until you’re out of sight. As he cleans up the table, his mind is solely on you. He replays the entire conversation with you repeatedly for the rest of the day and the next morning when he sees you again. You decided to toy with him a bit and text him until the next morning, getting the sense that he was waiting for your message. You were completely correct about it because he texted you back less than 5 minutes after you’d sent the initial message.
For the next week or so, the two of you kept up the same morning coffee and light lunches routine. The conversation flowed continuously; if you two had it your way, you’d never leave your designated table in the corner by the window. Of the 6 lunches you two had, he only let you pay for two. In between, you two would be texting back and forth almost nonstop. And there was only one mention of the recipes you signed up to taste test for.
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One day, though, you were unable to make your regularly scheduled lunch “date.” Your firm had just brought on a new client, and you were tasked with writing up a legal brief. This meant you’d be glued to your desk until at least 3 p.m. and unable to take your standard hour lunch.
You: hey, i won’t be able to make it for lunch today…boss dropped a project on my desk :(
The Handsome Baker : No worries :)
Now get back to work! Don’t wanting you getting in trouble with the boss. ;)
You couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your lips before turning your phone over and getting back to work. Believe it or not, you could completely lock in and focus on your work for the next hour. That is, until your desk phone rang, breaking you out of your work-related daze.
“Hey Emma.” You greet the receptionist through the phone, cradling it between your ear and shoulder as you went back to typing on your desktop.
“Hey, Y/n. Sorry to interrupt, but security just called up saying that you had a delivery in the lobby.” The receptionist replied in her usual chipper voice.
“Thanks, I’m heading down now.” You had a history of forgetting what you ordered online but wouldn’t have anything delivered to your job. But you figured stretching your legs couldn’t hurt, so you slipped your heels back on and made your way to the elevator and down to the lobby.
When you stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner, any confusion you had completely melted away. You were greeted with a smiling Harry standing at the security desk with a brown paper bag and what you presumed to be your go-to latte order in his hands.
On the flip side, Harry could feel his entire body warm when he saw you walking in his direction. He’d seen you dressed in your usual office attire (minus the glasses), but seeing you walking towards him as Y/n, the attorney, was an entirely different sight. It was like every other noise around him faded into nothing; only your heels clicking against the ground and your cheery voice as you closed in on him met his ears.
“Thanks, Andrew.” You greet the security guard as you push past the turnstiles, standing fully before Harry. “I could get used to the personal delivery.” You smirk, trying to conceal the millions of butterflies swarming around your stomach and chest at the sweet gesture.
“Well, you have to eat, and your favorite restaurant closes at 6pm. Plus I figured you could use a caffeinated pick me up.” He slightly tilts his head to the side, giving you a little smile.
“Who sad it was my favorite?” You poke back, mirroring his head tilt.
“Judging by the way I’ve seen you every morning and afternoon for almost two months, it’s safe to say you’re a big fan.” He grins, knowing he got you there.
“I guess so. But it’s only because I’ve heard the owner is kinda cute, can bake a great pastry, and makes a mean vanilla latte.” You whisper back, fully beaming up at Harry now.
Harry’s mind scrambles at your comment, his heart threatening to explode out of his chest and onto the glimmering floor. His mind only races further when your hands brush against his to take the cup and bag from him.
“Thanks for lunch. I’ll text you later.” You reach up to leave a small peck on his cheek before returning to the elevators. As you turn the corner, you sneak a glance back in Harry’s direction to find him still standing there with his eyes solely on you. He hated to admit it, but as good it was to see you coming, it was even better to see you going.
As if you were telepathically linked, as soon as you were out of each other's sight, you both took a deep breath, your brains completely wracked from your interaction. The both of you were stunned at the gall on both of your parts in that small timeframe. For the rest of the day, it's all either of you could think about; thankfully, you were in the final stretch of your brief. Harry had brought you your favorite sandwich on the menu, a pastry he knew you loved, and a cupcake from a recipe he was testing out. You were his designated taste tester, after all. And you made sure to let him know, declaring it the best thing he's ever baked in his entire life over text.
That night, after all those unofficial lunch dates and secretly (quite obviously actually) pining for one another, especially after that afternoon, Harry finally made an official move.
The Handsome Baker: What’s your favorite dish?
You: spaghetti carbonara??
are you going to make a carbonara flavored cupcake for the cookbook??
i’ll try it but i'm not sure about that one…
The Handsome Baker: Not quite.
I thought we could make it together in the café kitchen this Friday around 8pm?
You: sounds like a date!
And just like that, you and Harry had your first official date scheduled for Friday night. Let’s just say you both were giggling and kicking your feet as you went to bed that night.
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Friday night couldn’t have come sooner; you two only had to wait two days, by the way. But to be fair, you hadn’t seen each other since Harry brought you lunch earlier in the week. The universe decided it’d be great to completely inundate you both with work the week of your first official date. Harry was busy at his other café location on the completely opposite side of town, and you were in meeting after meeting with clients and dissecting contracts page after page. But again, the only thing keeping Harry and yourself going was your date.
The day finally arrives, and a cocktail of nerves and excitement runs through your veins. While you’ve dated and done the first date thing plenty of times, you’d never had as good of a feeling about them as you did about the upcoming date with Harry. You couldn’t articulate it yet, but something was different this time.
Before you even pick out what you're wearing to work in the morning, you plan your outfit for that night. Up until now, Harry had only ever seen you in a suit or suit adjacent. You always felt confident, strong, and smart in your suits and workwear. But now you just wanted to feel soft and pretty. So, for almost an hour, you flipped through just about your entire closet, eventually settling on the perfect dress. It's not too dressy or too casual, but just right. After finally nailing down what you were going to wear, all the way through to the accessories and how you would do your hair, you finally got yourself dressed and out of the door to work.
While you were playing dress up and running late for work, Harry was flying around town picking up items for that evening. He picked up all the ingredients for dinner, stopping at three different grocery stores to get the best ingredients. He also grabbed your favorite bottle of wine, which he only knew to get since you’d sent a picture of the label a couple weeks ago after he mentioned wanting to try it. Along with the groceries and wine, Harry hauled his stand mixer and its fifty million attachments from his home kitchen to the café, stashing everything away into its proper places until he needed them later.
For the rest of the day, you two were locked into your work. You were almost certain you were typing and reading faster than normal, intent on walking out of the office at 5pm on the dot. Harry started the next day's prep work earlier than normal, making sure that he could send everyone home earlier to have the kitchen to himself. And right on schedule, you were heading home to get ready, and Harry had done the last bit of cleaning before sending his staff home early for the evening.
At that point, the countdown had begun. You were taking your precious time getting ready and refusing to account for Friday night traffic. Harry was practically in an episode of the amazing race, trying to get home to shower and change, stop by the florist before they closed to pick up a small flower arrangement, and set up the kitchen all before you arrived. While he may have appeared to be going mad and doing the absolute most, he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because similarly to how you felt, Harry had this gut feeling about you. While there was still so much more for you two to learn about each other, he thought that you already knew him so well. You two just clicked. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off, but Harry was in love. And he was ready to say it whenever you were. He was just praying you felt the same way.
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The Beautiful Attorney: i’m outside :)
As soon as he saw your message, Harry rushed up from his table in the seating area of the café to the door to let you in, on the way, drying his sweaty palms on his pants. He could see your shoes tapping on the ground outside the door window, and a smile instantly made all his nerves disappear. When the door swings open, your eyes immediately meet, and your arms pull each other into a tight and long-awaited embrace. His arms snake around your waist while yours glide around his neck. You two whisper small ‘hi’s’ into each other’s ears. Upon pulling away from the embrace, Harry closes and locks the shop door, shutting out the cold air. He then helps you out of your coat, draping it over the table he once sat at, and leads you into the kitchen.
“So this is where the magic happens.” You hum, taking in the well lit kitchen. Your heart swelled at the sight of the full bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter.
“Indeed it is…” Harry chuckles. “Now put this on,” He continues, handing you a green and white striped apron to put on. Once you slip the apron around your neck, Harry reaches around you to tightly wind the ties around your waist to tie them together in the front. “Don’t your pretty dress getting dirty,” He mutters, intently tying them into a bow. When he’s done, Harry absentmindedly cups your hips, giving them a small pat before rounding the counter.
At that moment, all you wanted him to do was pull you against his chest and give you one of the best kisses of your life. Knock the air out of your lungs and officially claim you as his. You thought good things come to those who wait as you moved next to him.
“So I figured we could make everything from scratch.” Harry grins, starting to set up the stand mixer.
“I thought so…I hope that doesn’t include the wine though. I’m not a crushing grapes with my feet kind of girl.” You joke.
“Your favorite bottle is in the fridge, " he chuckles, watching you giddily skip over to the fridge in response. And could you grab the shopping bag in there, too?” You follow his orders. You sit the heavy bag of groceries on the counter before abandoning it to focus on opening the chilled bottle. Harry watches in amusement as you concentrate on maneuvering the cork out of the bottle.
“I had a long week okay.” You justify, eventually prying the cork out.
“Why don’t you tell me about it.” He offers, placing two wine glasses in front of you to fill.
You then go on to tell him about your week, every once in a whileawhile he’ll interject to know if the person you’re talking about is the same one you mentioned in previous conversations. You were impressed at how he remembered the little things you’d mentioned previously.
For the next hour the two of you cook, laugh and dance around the kitchen. Harry shows you how to make the absolute perfect pasta from scratch, somehow managing to make you want to cook more instead of just ordering out. After dropping the flour covered pasta into the boiling water, instead of prepping for the next step, Harry grabs you by your waist and spins you around the kitchen to the beat of the music playing out of his phone.
You two wouldn't have stopped if it hadn’t been for the stupid timer. While you were mixing the eggs and cheese for the pasta sauce, Harry was telling you about a potential new recipe for his cookbook. However, all you could think about was how he still hadn’t kissed you despite there being at least two open windows this night alone. You’re only broken out of your thoughts when you see Harry turn away from the stove towards you for your thoughts. You brush off your thoughts, telling him that the recipe sounded good.
Not long after, you two finish cooking dinner. Harry let you sit at the stainless island while he plated the food before taking a seat as well. Your aprons were removed, and you two were finally digging into your creation. It had to have been the best meal you’d ever had, and you weren’t saying that just because you were hungry or because it was Harry who helped make it. You two continued chatting over dinner about your families, shows you were watching, and everything else under the sun.
“I really hope we don’t have to make dessert too. I’m in a bit of a food coma.” You huff, pushing your cleaned plate towards the middle of the island.
“Don’t worry, I already took care of that for you.” Harry chuckles, standing up from the island. He places your dishes into the sink before opening the fridge to grab a small brown box filled with your favorite sweet treat. “I know it’s your favorite.” He grins, sliding the box towards you. When you look into the box, your eyes immediately light up at what’s inside. The cupcakes Harry had you try two weeks ago were sitting in the box just for you. And you waste no time flipping the clear lid off and popping one of the cakes out. You’re so engrossed in the delicious cupcake that you don’t even notice Harry intently watching you as he leaned against the counter next to you. That is, until you set the cupcake down on the counter to take a breath and pace yourself.
“Want a bite?” You motion down to the half eaten cupcake.
“I’m good love.” Harry smiles.
“You sure, it’s a really good cupcake.” You ask again, now looking up at him.
“Positive” He snickers, noticing you had a little frosting on the tip of your nose. But before he could even swipe it away, you were already standing in front of him with the other side of the cupcake waiting for him to take a bite.
“You have to taste your work.” You insist, your smirk becoming a grin when he takes a bite. “Good, right?” You add, to which Harry nods in response.
“But you already knew that since you have frosting all over your face.” He jokes, finally wiping away the frosting from your nose with his thumb. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, from the gesture.
At that moment, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. His hand still rests against your face, shifting slightly to fully cup your cheek. Both of your hearts were racing, your stomach inundated with butterflies, and your chests rising and falling quicker than before. You shift slightly towards him, with your hands coming up to rest softly against his chest, nonverbally giving him the green light. The millionth one of you were being completely honest. However, this time, he got the memo loud and clear.
His free hand goes to your hip, gliding around to the small of your back to press you further into him. And without any further delay, Harry finally and firmly plants his lips on yours. It’s as if your entire body takes a big sigh of relief, instantly relaxing into his touch. In that moment, you two are perfectly in sync, his lips slotted with yours as he guided your movements. After a few more seconds, his lips separate from yours, allowing you both to come up for air. The both of you were panting messes, your warm breaths fanning across your faces.
“Took you long enough.” You lightly laugh as you nudge your nose against his, reaching up to wind your fingers around the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Well, allow me to make up for lost time.” Harry hums, smashing his lips back onto yours. He was now standing completely straight, holding you firmly against him. While his grip on you was firm, his hold was still gentle. Despite his fervent kisses, like your lips were the oxygen he needed to survive, his touch was delicate. His passion for you wasn’t overpowering; it was perfect. When you parted your lips, granting his tongue access to your mouth, he didn’t rush to cram it practically down your throat (like others in the past had). He took his time and was gentle. And all you could do was contently sigh against his lips from how absolutely perfect the moment was.
Eventually, you two flipped places with your back being now against the island. Only this time, you were being lifted up to sit on the cool steel counter. You slowly pull away from his lips, playfully snagging his bottom lip between your teeth a little as you pulled back.
“I wouldn’t want to defile your kitchen any further.” You whisper to Harry, your hands coming around from his neck back to their original spot on his chest. “Plus, I don’t intend on breaking any more of my dating rules with you tonight.” You assert. You weren’t a kiss on the first date, girl, let alone an entire make-out session like the one you enjoyed not even a minute ago.
“I’ll have you know that I’m a proper gentleman.” Harry pokes back proudly, moving back further to get a better look at you while planting his palms firmly onto the counter on either side of where you’re sitting.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You smirk, lightly poking a finger at his chest.
“And I intend to prove it to you.” He smiles, pecking your cheek.
“Are you asking me out on another date.” Because if he was, you were definitely saying yes.
“I’m asking you out on as many as you’ll have me.” He counters, a dopey smile falling onto his face as he took your features in. Yeah, it was official…Harry was in love.
You couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, giddy with the prospect of going on more dates with him in the future. Hopefully forever.
After begging Harry to let you help him with the dishes and him standing firmly in his answer of absolutely not, you were finally heading back home. And, of course, he called you an Uber back home and made sure you arrived home safely. For the rest of the night, while you were getting ready for bed and while Harry was closing the kitchen, there was a permanent smile etched onto your faces as you replayed the night's events over and over again. You both wanted to relive it in your heads as many times as possible until the next time when you two got to do it all over again.
You: i had a great time with you tonight. can’t wait to do it again soon. <3
And almost instantly you got a response back.
The Handsome Baker: I had a wonderful time as well.
Just got in.
Sleep well, and I can’t wait to see you again. <3
Seeing him mirror your little heart made it nearly impossible for you to go to bed, but you managed to eventually fall asleep. And you indeed slept well. The both of you did. And you were pleasantly greeted the next morning with a text from Harry.
The Handsome Baker: Good morning beautiful.
You should stop by the café so I can kiss you again, and again.
After rereading the text at least 100 times, you fall back into your plush pillows, staring up at the ceiling in pure bliss. Yeah, this was shaping up to be the sweetest case you’d ever take on.
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