Summary: Angryginge presents an award in a category your nominated for AND you present an award in a category Aitch is nominated for (separate reaction headcanons and both are pre establish relationships)
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A/n: yes I was inspired by the brits but who can blame me, was just gonna be an aitch fic but then I saw ginge 🤭. On another note I don’t usually write rpf and I haven’t done so before on this account. It always makes me feel a bit.. I dunno weird? But I love reading them so idk but just wanted to say that because idk if this is gonna be a regular thing?
Ginge:
-You’re both getting ready in the same hotel suite and he keeps pretending he’s calm because he’s “just presenting” but he’s pacing while you’re getting your hair done.
-Every five minutes he glances over at you and goes quiet for a second because you look unreal. Does have some restraint and listens when your team tell him off for kissing your cheek
-when your team clear out and you have a few minutes alone he helps zip up your dress and goes suspiciously soft for a moment, hands lingering at your waist before he leans down and kisses your shoulder.
-Before you leave, he grabs your face gently: “No matter what happens, yeah? I’m proud of you” (He absolutely has no doubt that you’re winning though.)
-You arrive together. Cameras immediately clock that you’re matching in subtle ways.
-He acts cocky for the cameras, arm around your waist, whispering jokes in your ear to make you laugh mid photo.
-When interviewers ask about him presenting an award you’re nominated for, he grins “Listen, I’m impartial… mostly”
-Someone asks what he’ll do if you win. “I’m legally required to act surprised”
-The way he looks at you when you’re answering questions? So soft. Proud. Slightly smug. Definitely gets clipped and used to tease him
-His hand never leaves your back.
-It’s finally time for the first category you’re nominated in.
-He walks out on stage, all confidence, crowd cheering. He makes a joke about knowing “one of these nominees unfortunately”
-When he opens the envelope, he pauses for dramatic effect. His eyes flick up to where you’re sitting.
-There’s the tiniest smirk. And the award goes to…”
-He says your name. You freeze in your spot not knowing how to react
-He’s already clapping, trying to look professional but he’s grinning so hard it ruins the act. Definitely does his classic loud laugh
-As you walk up, he grabs your hand to help you up the stairs. It looks gentlemanly but it’s purely because he can’t keep his hands off you with how proud he is of you
-He whispers in your ear when he hugs you “Told you.”
-The hug lasts longer than it should. He lightly squeezes your hand before stepping aside so you can have your moment.
-You thank your team, your family and then you turn to look at him. He tries to look neutral.
-You thank him for “being my calm in the chaos” and for all his support through everything
-The camera cuts to him, he does the little nod. Jaw tight because he’s emotional.
-Twitter explodes.
-The second you’re offstage, professionalism is gone. He picks you up fully off the ground.
-“YOU DID THAT”
-Takes about 400 photos of you holding the award.
-Later in the night, you win again. And again.
-He’s in the crowd this time, standing before your name is even fully announced.
-Whistling. Clapping above his head.
-When you win your third award, he looks genuinely stunned. Maybe has red, tear rimmed eyes
-Overcome with emotion on your third award before you go to the stage you turn to him and snog him to which he immediately leans into
-He gets carried away and places his hands on your waste you have to pull yourself away and remind yourself of what your supposed to be doing
-At the afterparty, you’re holding multiple awards and he refuses to let you carry them.
-At some point he pulls you aside, quieter now. “I’m so proud of you it’s actually stupid” Soft forehead kisses all night
-Later, he absolutely posts a blurry photo of you mid laugh with the caption: “Told you, so proud”
Aitch:
-You’re in a hotel suite overlooking the city, both of your teams in and out of rooms.
-He keeps pretending he’s calm but keeps checking what you’re wearing. “You’re not outshining me, yeah?” With a massive grin on his face. Meanwhile he picked his fit based on yours.
-Would keep being scolded by your makeup team for kissing your cheek or lips and potentially ruining your look. Would not care though how’s he meant to stay away from you when you look that good
-“You look unreal”
“You’ve said that five times”
“And I’ll say it again”
-He films a little blurry mirror clip of you both and posts it with no caption except a heart. Internet LOSES it. Will obviously take hundreds more of you but keeps them for himself
-He steps out the car first shielding you from the cameras view as he helps you out the car and fixes your dress
-Automatically holds your hand
-The interviewers on the carpet obviously try to squeeze as much info out of you both. At some point you separate and are interviewed separately
“Are we confirming this then?” He stares just a little further down the carpet where you’re laughing and talking in your interview, he can’t help but light up himself “Yeah, that’s my girl”
-Social media explodes in real time.
-when you meet up again you keep fixing his collar and he keeps touching your lower back like he physically cannot not be touching you.
-When photographers shout:
“Kiss!”
He leans in and whispers something that makes you laugh instead. That photo becomes the photo.
-He’s up for several awards but you’ve been invited to announce one of the categories he’s up for this year
-You’re more nervous about the thought of him not winning than actually going up on stage to announce it
-He keeps pep talking you saying you’ll do brilliant. He takes one of your hands in his to stop you fidgeting
-when the cameras pan around the celebrity’s in the crowd he’s always oblivious, he’s too focused on you instead
-When it’s time for you to announce the award you slip away from Aitch with one last worrying look from you while he blows you a kiss
-You walk on stage in full presenter mode. You put on the act of being calm, professional and glowing. The camera cuts to him in the audience.
-He looks so proud it’s actually sickening.
-You finally say “And the award goes to…”
Pause. You open the envelope.
“Aitch”
-You couldn’t hold back your excitement a massive grin on your face
-The place erupts.
He looks genuinely shocked for half a second. Then Instead of walking normally to the stage, he runs. But not to the mic. To you.
-He lifts you off the ground and spins you in front of everyone. The audience is screaming. He whispers: “You’re my good luck charm”
-The mic only picks up your gasp of surprise
-You hand him the award while laughing because this was NOT in rehearsal.
-He does his speech, thanks his team, his family… “And obviously her. Wouldn’t be here without her, man”
-Camera cuts to you trying not to cry.
Backstage:
-He keeps the award in one hand and you in the other.
-He absolutely refuses to let go of you.
-The backstage photos are even more intimate than the carpet ones. Because he cannot keep his hands off you
-He keeps kissing your temple.
-And when your finally alone and the excitements not worn off yet he pulls you in to a very passionate and possessive kiss
Hope you enjoyed! I’ve never written for these two before so I hope they’re somewhat in character 🫶
Reader described as petite. She’s 4’11… she’s 5’2 maybe at a push 5’4 So cute, so adorable, so small, so tiny. She has to step on her tippy toes to be able to kiss her boyfriend. Oh nooo she can’t reach the top shelf, boyfriend’s clothes drown her she’s so itsy bitsy. She’s being mouthy on a night out just throw her over your shoulder, she’s so light and short you won’t even break a sweat. Lend her your hoodie when it’s cold, it’s like a dress. It just swallows her up, sweater paws it’s so cute. She can make herself so smol and sit on your lap whilst you’re streaming like it’s nothing. Car sex is never an issue, because she’s so tiny she can fit in the footwell and it’s borderline comfortable.
No major warnings language and drinking | Aitch x Fem!reader | No mention of YN
Kinda nervous posting my first Aitch fic.
This was inspired by an anon request - hope you like it!
'Friend hanging out with him n bov boys for a vid or something and he's down bad, but she thinks he's just a flirt and it's not personal til the boys put her right. Like mutual pining and flirting up a storm but both are proper in denial that they stand a chance'
Please do not copy or translate my work | divider by saradika-graphics
It was almost midnight by the time you had any time to find Aitch. The house the boys had rented out was packed with friends, family and anyone who knew them. The early Christmas gathering was in full swing.
You'd grown up with Ginge, the boys always teased you saying you'd make the perfect couple but you couldn't think of anything worse. He was basically your brother.
Ginge had been telling you for months how much Aitch fancied you, but you weren't convinced. He was just a flirty person, you always flirted back. Even Tay and Ryan had told you countless times how into you he was.
Tay had mentioned that Aitch didn't think he'd stand a chance with you, you'd scoffed because surely it was the other way round? You didn't stand a chance with him, he was way out of your league, girls falling at his feet for even just a night with him.
Fuelled by wine and some sort of vodka fuelled encouragement from Heather you were trying to find him, to ask him outright if it was true.
Right in that moment you needed to ask him, you'd probably regret it and have to make sure you were never around him again, but you carried on your mission to find him regardless.
Kacy had interrupted your mission, pulling you into the bathroom “Aitch has been talking non stop about you” Kacy giggled, you checked your reflection in the mirror trying to ignore your friend openly having a wee right next to you.
“Sure he has” you rolled your eyes, Kacy appeared by your side turning on the tap to wash her hands “he has, he's down bad for you girl” she smiled fluffing her hair in the mirror as you reapplied your lipstick.
“I can't even find him and he hasn't replied to my texts” you shrugged as Kacy opened the bathroom door. “He's in the back lounge, well he was when I last saw him” she pointed to a room at the end of the hall.
Then Kacy was gone, leaving you to pep talk yourself into continuing what you'd set out to do.
You spotted him across the room, with a slight stumble in your walk, you gently slid into the chair with him, he wrapped a strong around your shoulder “you alright, babe?” He lent into you, the smell of his cologne engulfed you, his body warm, and his touch firm.
You nodded, “just want to know if you fancy me” you giggled, the wine had gone straight to your head, he smirked “of course I do” he squeezed your shoulder.
“No” you whined, turning to face him “like really” you pouted. He watched you silently, your heart hammering because he was obviously thinking of the best way to let you down.
It wasn’t until his lips kissed underneath your jaw that you realised Aitch was in search of your lips. Your hand was quick to find the back of his head, guiding his face to yours.
His lips pressed against yours clumsily at first, his arm dropping from your shoulder to slip around your waist, his free hand moving to hook his index finger under your chin, licking into your mouth hurried and desperate.
Aitch pulled away first, a cocky smile on his face as he caught you gasping for air, lips parted and slightly red “really” he muttered thumb stroking against your cheek.
“It's hard to tell when you're always flirting” you tried to argue, Aitch shook his head “come ‘ere” he hummed, helping you onto his lap. He pretended not to notice how your skirt hitched up your thighs.
But he's not sure he can hide how it made him feel, he noticed the smirk on your face as you wriggled just enough against him, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements.
“Oh” you smiled teasingly as you felt the hard press of him against the inside of your thigh. He hadn't meant to find the friction of you against him so delicious but he was desperate for it now. “Such a tease” he whispered, his accent thick with desire.
You lean into his ear, placing a warm, slow kiss beneath it before you briefly continue your teasing. “But not just one night, I hope” you whispered, arms looped around his shoulders.
Aitch shook his head, adjusting your position on his lap “no” he replied simple and honest, You believe him straight away, a smile pulled onto your face as you nudged your nose against his “fucking finally” the voices behind you both make you pull apart.
You flick a look over your shoulder, of course Ginge is the ring leader, you flip him off with an eye roll. Aitch is laughing it off, pulling you flush against his chest once more.
Ginge makes a point to stand beside you both, “mate you hurt her and you'll have me to deal with” he warned, you give him a look thankful he's got your back, Aitch nods “no worries, man” he looks at you as he adds “wasn't planning on hurting her” you bite your lip so glad that four glasses of wine downed in quick succession gave you courage to ask him.
His hands are cupped against your bum as you're both left alone once more, “you mean it?” You asked, Aitch smiled “of course I bloody do” he confirmed, with a daring press of his hips upwards “Harrison” you sighed licking your dry lips, using his full name to get a reaction from him.
His hands slid lower from your bum, under the hem of your skirt “don't call me Harrison” he smirked, you rolled your hips down watching as his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
“Not to be forward but I have a fucking massive bed upstairs” he licked his lips, you grinned at him “well I am pretty tired” you moved to stand up, but Aitch pulled you back.
You crashed against his chest, face buried in his neck, taking the opportunity to press wet open mouthed kisses to his warm skin, teeth grazing lightly “I wasn't planning on letting you sleep, love” he rasped his face buried in your mass of curls.
You pulled back, a smile plastered on your face. Standing up holding out your hands “come on then” you laughed, he took your hand, taking the chance to pull you into him at his full height, you pressed onto your tiptoes to connect your lips “height doesn't matter when I'm on my knees” you teased.
Aitch smirked, drawing in a deep breath as he felt the effect off your words stir his cock “fuck sake” he laughed, almost dragging you up the stairs.
I wasn't too sure about making this full on smutty - so open to a part two if people would want that?!
So much smut, NSFW. Drinking. Unprotected Sex (p in v) male & female receiving oral.
Requested by @nathanyoungsupremacy
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VIP.
Aitch spots you the moment he enters the club, as he's ushered past up to the VIP area quickly. His friends all followed, shouting drink orders to each other as they made their way up the stairs.
Aitch pulls Bando back, nods in the direction of the group of girls in the booth below the stairs “Third one in, on the left” he points out. Bando laughs lightly “just your type” his best friend smirks.
“Jason, man I need you to invite that girl, the little pretty one in black and some of her friends up here” Aitch leans in close to his security guard, Jason looks over the railing to see who he’s on about.
“Can't have them all up here” he explains “No, man just that one in the middle and a few others” Aitch smiles patting him on the back “leave it with me” Jason nods.
•
You really didn't want to come out, your day at work had been exhausting. All you really wanted to do with your Friday night was order in dinner, get your sweats on and watch bad TV, but Fiona had other ideas.
The drinks were poured, music was blaring as you entered your shared flat, you’d been pulled into the hype of a night out easier than you thought.
The tap on your shoulder makes you spin round, looking up at the tall muscular man “Hi?” you ask slightly unsure “Hi, there's spaces up in VIP for you and a couple of friends” he leans close to your ear so you can hear him over the music.
You flick your eyes up to the section above, noticing the two guys looking over the railing. You back up slightly “I'm here with my friends for a night out, I'm not going to leave half of them” you explain.
The man straightens up with a nod “if it helps change your mind, it's Aitch up there”. You frown “Who?”
The man smiles, he likes your feisty attitude, as much as he was good mates with Aitch he hates picking girls out of the crowd for him.
“Aitch the rapper” he tries again, you nod “oh yeah, but the answer is still no” you give him a smile. He says goodbye, pushing back through the crowd.
“She said no, Bro” Jason laughs as he enters the closed off area, Bando laughs as Aitch shoves him.
•
“Drinks?” Aitch asks the group, standing up “I can go” one of his friends offers, Aitch shakes his head “it's alright man, I'll go” he smiles heading down the stairs to crowded club.
You're standing at the bar, struggling to get served as people push in and tower over you. Aitch watches as you stumble backwards, he reaches out a hand to steady you “I've got you” he smiles as you straighten up.
“Thanks” you smile, pulling the hem of your dress down slightly “this place is awful tonight” you sigh, “what you having? I'll grab them?” Aitch offers.
You shake your head “it's fine just let me go in front of you” you ask, “you can keep them all away”
Aitch laughs lightly “Fine, stubborn aren't you?” You give him a look “I know who you are and I'm also aware you sent a member of staff down to summon me” Aitch holds onto your shoulders as a group pushes past.
“It didn't work though, did it?” He smirks not wanting to show the fact it had embarrassed him “Sadly not, possibly when your guy told me Aitch the rapper is up there” you laugh, as you move towards the bar.
“Fuck sake” Aitch mumbles, “I would have come if it was you asking me” you confess, “if you came down and invited me up, I would have said yes”
Aitch feels the heat on his cheeks as he nods “how about if I ask you now?” He tries, you bite at your lip “I mean it's still kinda half hearted isn't it?” You're playing hard to get.
Aitch pulls you back into him as the person in front turns around with a tray of drinks, you flatten yourself against him not wanting to be covered in a cocktail of beer and god knows what else.
“How about you come up with me, bring some friends if you want and if you're having an awful time you can leave head back down here and drinks are on me for the rest of the evening” he suggests, lips close to your ear.
You shiver as his voice rolls through you “and if I'm not having an awful time?” You ask, Aitch grins “then we could take the party back to mine” he shrugs trying not to look like he's desperate for you to join him.
“Just us or everyone” You lick at your lips, Aitch smirks “it's up to you, love” he edges you towards the bar “drinks on me” he smiles as he gets served.
•
Hours later you’re having a very good time, three of your friends had headed up with you, the others declining because of boyfriends not being happy with it, which made the whole picking friends easier.
You’d lost sight of Fiona over an hour ago, Aitch's friend Bando had definitely taken a shine to her, Millie had somehow charmed Aitch's bodyguard and Louise was doing shots with another one of his friends.
The drinks had been flowing all evening, the VIP section was loud and messy, people constantly floating around. Aitch hadn't left your side, sitting on the sofa with you as you both chatted to other guests. You were currently half straddling him, lips on his, your hand cupped against his cheek as you kissed.
Aitch's hand is cupping your ass, “We could head to yours?” you hum as you pull apart. “Yeah? You'd like that?” Aitch licks at his lips.
Watching you as your hand slides down his chest, cupping at the obvious bulge in his jeans “I really would” you lean forward press your lips to his “We can go right now” he suggests, you nod, standing up so he can move.
"Jason, we're going to head out” Aitch calls across to his body guard, your friend Millie is wrapped round him “I can call the car round” Jason calls back “yeah no worries man, you stay here” he picks up his jacket “did you have a coat?” He asks, you shake your head, Aitch shrugs his back off, a heavy weight Louis Vuitton Denim jacket that he drapes over your shoulders.
He grabs your bag, “Got everything?” You open your bag checking if you have your phone “Mils, get home safe ok?” You touch her arm “I'll make sure she does” Jason smiles “tell Fiona to call me, I have no idea where she is” Millie nods “girl, go have fun and call me tomorrow yeah?”
“Cars out front, do you need me to come down?” Jason asks. Aitch shakes his head “nah you're alright man”
As you get to the entrance, he grabs your hand, he weaves through the crowd, his fingers tight through yours. Aitch unhooks your fingers when you hit the street outside, opting to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you quickly towards a car on the other side of the road.
He presses his lips to your ear, a low whisper, the heat from his breath rolls against your skin “You're fucking gorgeous”
The words help cement your decision to leave with him, low and thick right through you like he just can’t help himself from spilling the secret.
He opens the door for you, letting you slide into the leather seats first, cool against your bare skin, and you exchange a look. Knowing his gentleman act is pointless, you both know he’s going to fuck you senseless once you’re back at his.
•
Aitch opens the door to his house, straight into the open plan lounge he flicks a few switches making dim lights come on in various corners.
He presses a few buttons on a security system as you take your shoes off, you sink down a few inches, toes pushing into the plush cream carpet. Aitch smiles at you, nearly a whole foot shorter than him, you laugh nervously as he leans down to kiss you.
It suddenly feels clumsy, you smile at him as he guides you into the kitchen. “Drink?” Aitch asks “Water please” the kitchen was modern with large doors that looked out across the garden.
You lean against the kitchen side, take a few sips of water letting it take the edge off the alcohol you'd consumed.
You reach out in the small gap between you both, fingers curled against the material of his tee, pulling him towards you, Aitch watches you, his eyes never leaving yours.
He cups your cheek, as you angle your face upwards for a kiss, lips sliding together effortlessly, he licks into your mouth, hands moving down your body to cup at your bum through the material of your dress.
Your hands pushed under his tee clumsily, you ran them down his chest, you can feel the curves of his muscles, the strong flex as he deepens the kiss.
Aitch gathers the hem of your dress, hitches it up, breaking the kiss as he pulls it over your shoulders, off onto the floor. He takes a second to admire you, “Aitch” you hum, bringing him back into the room.
He effortlessly lifts you up, you yelp with a giggle as your skin makes contact with the cool marble, Aitch's lips are on your neck, making a trail down your body, his fingers unclasping your bra, letting it drop on the floor between you. He teases his lips and fingers at your nipples before he carries on his descent.
Your head is thrown back as he kisses and nips at every inch of you, only looking up when he stops “is this ok?” He asks, fingers stalling against the cotton of your underwear, you nod “more than ok”
Aitch smirks pushing you back slightly, you prop yourself on your elbows as he slowly peels your underwear down your legs, you whimper as the cool air hits your searing heat “fuck” you hiss, he runs a finger through your soaked folds.
He has you on the edge in seconds, your fingers curling around the edge of the kitchen side as you pant, pushing your hips towards his fingers, whining as they slip deeper into your pussy.
He holds his hand still, letting you rock down on his fingers at your own pace, “good girl” he hums, as you look at him, your lips parted, he notes the way your walls flutter around his fingers at his praise.
“Aitch, fuck, yes like that” you moan, his thumb making brief contact with your clit “I'm.. can I please” you ramble, he smirks pulling his fingers from you.
You try to protest but his mouth presses against your cunt, lapping at you as you spread your legs wider “Jesus Christ” you pant, nails scratching against his scalp.
Your body shakes as you cum, your orgasm crashes over you. Aitch pushes his middle finger into you, coaxing another fleeting orgasm, his name tumbling from your parted lips.
You watch him through half lidded eyes as he stands up straight, his chin glistening with your slick, he doesn't speak as he pulls you from the side, carrying you out of the kitchen.
You press a kiss to his lips as he takes the stairs “fuck me” you plead pulling back from his mouth, Aitch smirks “wasn't taking you up for a sleep over, love” he jokes.
•
You stretch out in the bed, letting out a content hum as you do “Good morning” you turn towards the voice opening your eyes.
Aitch comes back in, a towel around his waist, his skin still damp, “oh you weren't a dream” you sigh, sitting up against the headboard. Your body protests at the movement, the delicious ache running through your body.
Aitch flicks you a look over his shoulder as he checks his phone, “No, I think I'm real” he smiles as he heads over to you. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips “yeah you are” you smile.
Your fingers quickly pull at the knot in his towel, eyes lighting up as his semihard cock springs in front of your face. You curl your hand around him, watching as the first contact makes his eyes flutter closed. You slowly pump at him, bringing him to full hardness.
You run the tip against your lips, as he looks down at you, you open your mouth letting your tongue catch against the head of his cock, keeping eye contact you take him into your mouth.
“fuck” he sighs hips stuttering forward as you swallow around him, your throat contracts against his swollen head.
You bob your head, letting him hit against the back of your throat, gagging around him but you carry on regardless. Aitch's hand curls in your bed head, tugging at the strands “Christ” he huffs out, his hips pushing forward harsher than he intended.
You pull back with a gagging cough, his eyes spring open “sorry fuck” his chest heaves as he tries to get some much needed air. You shake your head “it's fine” you smile up at him, standing up you drop to your knees against the fluffy rug.
“Good fucking girl” he chuckles as you cup against his balls, you smirk at him as you dip your head to suck against them, you reach up with your free hand to pump against his cock.
Aitch is grateful for the edge of the bed helping him keep up right as your mouth works from his balls to the base of his cock, his head drops back as you take him back down your throat.
His phone ringing from the bedside table, makes him curse as you pull off him, hand still stroking against him as he grabs for his phone.
You stop your hand, looking up at him with wide eyes as he swipes to answer the call. “Alright Bando?” He asked as you shuffled to get comfortable.
You lightly stroke against his cock as he listens to his friend, his gaze locked on you as you close your mouth around his tip “fuck” he hisses
“Oi fuck off B, just because you can't get it up anymore” Aitch pushes his hips forward, your lips stretch round him. “I'll be there soon” he huffs out hanging up chucking the phone on the bed.
He reaches down to cup at your jaw as you pull off him “I guess you need to go see what he wants” you pout, Aitch runs his thumb across your bottom lip “He can wait, your cunt can't”
You hum in appreciation as you stand up, pressing your body against his, your fingers trail against his chest, he pulls you tighter against him.
You give him a sultry look as you turn round, moving to his bed. Bending over, yelping in pleasure as he lands a smack to your ass cheek.
“Spread for me darling, be a good girl yeh?” He runs the head of his cock between your slick folds, you shuffle your legs apart, opening up your cunt for him.
“Fucking soaked for me” he hums with a laugh “Need you” you whine pushing your ass back his cock sliding through your slick, “got you” he soothes, guiding his cock into you, pushing slowly as you mewl for him, he was transfixed on how your pussy spread for him, stretching around his cock.
Your fingers curl in the bed sheets as he starts at a relentless pace, hips hammering forward, your ass bounces off him as he jerks you with every thrust, pulling you back to meet him every time, filling you completely, he takes your arm pinning it behind your back as he plants his foot on the bed for a better angle.
“Aitch fuck, fuck” you're gasping for air, you can't remember the last time you'd been this turned on, you were sure you'd never been fucked this good, he had skills that were unmatched “Christ this cunt is perfect” he sighs, the tension in his balls strating to reach its peak.
“Fill me please Aitch fill me up” you plead, Aitch tusks hand making contact with your ass “naughty girl” he chuckles “want your pretty pussy filled with my cum?” He teases.
“Want to go back to your girls with me leaking out of you, eh?” He feels the flutter of your walls around him, as you let out a whine not hiding the fact his words are turning you on even more.
“Dirty girl” he hums, squeezing at the flesh of your ass “liked that thought didn't you?” He cooes, hammering into you “yes, fuck yes” you babble, seeing stars as he hits against the spot over and over.
He hammers forwards, filling you to the hilt with his cock, “such a tight pussy” his grip on your hips is deliciously painful “taking my cock so well, baby”
You squirm yourself back, ass in the air, your back arched perfectly. Aitch hums in approval, hand sliding over your soft skin following the curve. His hand gently wraps in your hair, tugging a little to get your reaction. The low moan from you spurs him on, tightening his grip and tugging harder.
“Take it all then, take what you need” he rasped, pushing his hips against you as he stalls, emptying ropes of cum into your clenching pussy, the feeling of your own orgasm leaking out of you as you cry out.
“Fucking hell, love you've drenched me” He laughs as you hide your face in the bedsheets with a mumbled response “did I?” You laugh turning over “filthier than I thought” he chuckles leaning over for the towel he's discarded earlier, swiping it between your legs, you tense slightly.
“sensitive?” He smirks before dropping the towel on the bed and crawling to lay next to you
You turn to look at him, lip pulled between your teeth taking in his side profile, as he catches his breath, you reach out to link your fingers on the bed in the space between, he squeezes against your hand.
He turns to you, “can I take you out? For dinner?” He asks, you laugh lightly “Did we do this backwards?”
“Maybe, but I don't want you to think I just want sex” he confesses. You move onto your side, arm across his stomach.
You nudge your nose against his jaw “Even if it was, I'd give it to you whenever you asked” you sighes, Aitch moves his head to press his lips against yours, he pulls back “I want to take you out” he confirms “and then we can come back and fuck”
Genuine question why is there not Aitch stuff out there? There’s a handful on Wattpad that were written in 2019/2020. But nothing here no matter how I search for it. Is there something wrong with him? Has he been cancelled and I’m too chronically offline to know?
I just want some fluffy stuff with him saying “baby, what do you want? What do you need? You can have it.”
*just tagging angry Ginge because similar audiences
Summary: Headcanons for aitch with a reader who struggles mentally. I’ve done headcanons for different struggles he could comfort you during
Requested: can you do headcanons on how aitch would treat his girl if she was struggling mentally xx
Masterlist
✰When You Distance Yourself (Ignoring texts, pulling away)
* You’ll go quiet sometimes when you get too inside your own head or when you get down. You’ll leave his messages on read, stop answering calls, convincing yourself you’re “too much”. Not being able to bring yourself to reply convincing yourself you can cope better on your own
* He never gets angry. Not once. He’s learnt that you need to be approached differently, gently
-Short, low pressure texts like “no need to reply, just thinking of you”
-Sending you random things that remind him of you: memes, songs, voice notes of him laughing
* If it goes on too long though he will just show up, he can’t leave you with your own thoughts like that for too long. No big dramatic entrance, just a quiet knock or texting “I’m outside, yeah?”
* When you open the door, he doesn’t interrogate you. He’ll just:
-pull you into a hug
-rest his chin on your head and softly, murmur into your hair “ there you are”
* He talks to you gently but not like your broken:
-“You don’t have to disappear to deal with stuff, y’know. I’m right here. I can sit in it with you”
* Even if you barely speak, he stays. Scrolls on his phone next to you, holds your hand, grounding you without any pressure.
✰When You’re Overwhelmed / In Your Head
* He can tell immediately, your eyes get distant, your replies get shorter, your body tenses.
* He lowers his voice instinctively, like the whole world needs to quiet down for you.
* He’ll gently guide you somewhere calmer:
-a quiet room
-the car with the music low
-or just tucked into his side
* His comfort is very physical but mindful of overwhelming you
-thumb tracing circles on your arm
-slow strokes through your hair
-pressing soft kisses to your forehead
* He talks you through it in his Manchester accent but softer just for you
-“Hey, hey… come back to me a sec”
-“What’s going on in that head, hm?”
-“You’re safe. Nothing’s happening right now, yeah?”
* If you can’t explain, he doesn’t push. He just grounds you:
-“Breathe with me. Slow. I’ve got you”
* He stays like that as long as it takes. Cancels plans if he has to, no hesitation for you.
✰When You Try to Hide Your Feelings
* You’ll sometimes smile it off in public, play the role, act like everything’s fine.
* He plays along in public but squeezes your hand just a little tighter, a silent “I know”
* The second you’re alone though
-“Talk to me properly” (softly, not demanding)
* If you say “I’m fine” he just gives you that look.
* Then pulls you into his lap or against his chest:
-“You don’t have to be ‘fine’ with me. Ever”
* He never rushes your vulnerability. He waits for it.
✰When You Need Reassurance
* He gives it freely, constantly, without making you feel needy.
* Random moments:
-“You know I’m mad about you, yeah?”
-“You’re stuck with me. No getting rid”
* If you spiral about being “too much”:
-he immediately shuts that down gently
-“You’re not ‘too much,’ you’re just going through it. Big difference”
* He reminds you of reality when your thoughts twist it:
-“Your brain’s chatting rubbish right now. Don’t listen to it”
✰When You’re Exhausted / Burnt Out
* very protective of your energy.
* He’ll quietly take over things:
-ordering food
-handling people
-getting you out of overwhelming situations
* Encourages rest without making it feel like weakness:
-“Come here, nap on me. Five minutes, yeah?” (it turns into an hour)
-plays with your hair absentmindedly while your resting on him
✰ Little Things He Does
* Saves voice notes of you laughing and listens to them when he misses you.
* Writes little reassuring texts before you wake up if he knows you’ve been struggling.
* Learns your triggers without you having to spell them out.
* Keeps you close in crowded places. Hand in yours, thumb rubbing comfortingly.
* Calls you pet names in a softer tone when you’re not okay.
* He doesn’t try to “fix” you. He just stays.
* He pays attention to the smallest shifts in your mood. Even when you think you’re hiding it perfectly, he notices.
Mills Notes: this is just fiction - everyone's firsts are different. I personally didn't find it a big deal - I didn't want to write a messy awkward one shot for this. So have fluffy smut instead 🤭
First
Aitch hands you the glass of wine, you're curled up on his sofa, you'd come over straight from work. After a day of back to back meetings you're exhausted.
He joins you on the sofa, pulling you closer to him. Drops a kiss to the top of your head. You feel so comfortable with him, but you can't shake the nerves settling your stomach.
You knew at some point it would come up, you've made excuses not to stay over at his house for the past two months out of the three you'd been dating.
"You're quiet" he strokes his hand across your leg.
You turn to face him, leaning to place your wine glass on the coffee table, you sigh softly "It's not a big deal, well it might be, I don't know, you might think it is" you ramble.
Aitch cups your cheek, thumb brushing lightly across your skin.
He smiles, eyes locked on you "Right, take a breath and start again" he laughs lightly.
You nod, fingers tangling with his free hand "Well fuck, this is embarrassing" you bite your lip "I'm - I'm still a virgin" you pull your gaze from his.
He doesn't take his eyes off you, his hand still tangled with yours. You force yourself to look up at him, his eyes still locked on you.
"That's not a big deal for me anyway, I'm sure it feels like it is for you" he smiles. you nod.
"I haven't ever done anything with someone else" you admit a warmth creeping over you. "If you don't want the hassle then, I can leave" you whisper.
Aitch tugs you onto his lap, arms firmly around your waist "It's not a hassle, you're not an hassle" He kisses you "I'm sure I'll be just as nervous as you" he nudges your nose with his.
"So we can? You want too?" you drape your arms over his shoulders.
"Of course I want too" he smiles pecking another kiss to your lips.
"We can take it slow, anytime you want to stop we stop"
You nod, he was so caring.
His hand curls around the back of your neck, guiding your face towards his. His lips brushing yours softly, you melt against his chest.
You lick into his mouth, letting your tongues press together.
The kiss deepens, his hand stroking down your back, rest just above the curve of your ass. You pull back for a breath, meeting his eyes with a grin. "You okay?" He asks, you nod.
Hand sliding under his top, nails drag against his skin "I'm fine"
He pulls his top off fully, discarding it on the sofa. You lean forward, lips pressing against his collarbone, kissing down his chest.
Aitch watches you, his fingers stroking against your hip "anything you don't want to do, we don't have to"
You nod, looking up at him from under your lashes "I know"
Aitch curls his fingers under the hem of your jumper, you sit back letting him pull it over your head.
Part of you is wishing you had put on a slightly sexier bra, realising you're definitely not wearing matching underwear.
Aitch's gaze is devouring you, his hands roaming every inch of skin, lips locking back on yours.
The butterflies in your stomach are wild, gone are the excited ones you always feel around him replaced with nervous ones eagerly fighting their way to the surface.
"So beautiful" He mutters lips inches from the swell of your breast, his hands resting on your waist, fingers leaving hot prints.
His compliment dulls the nerves coursing through you, "Is it okay to take this off?" he hooks his index finger under the strap of your bra, you nod slowly.
"Yea-, uh its round the back" you ramble, his hand sliding from your hip to the clasp. "I know" he smiles nudging his nose against yours.
"We can stop whenever you want" he adds. "I know" you return his smile as he pulls your bra off discarding it on the floor.
Aitch's fingers lightly brush across your breasts, teasing softly at your nipples, before he dips his head lips wrapping around the bud, his hand caressing the other.
You feel the electricity jolt through you, a small sigh slips past your lips as his mouth moves to bring your other nipple to a hard peak.
"Very sensitive" he winks satisfied with his work. You're already flushed with pleasure, you can feel the cotton of your underwear damp with arousal.
Aitch moves you to sit on the sofa, a kiss pressed to your lips, you hold him there tongues rolling together, he presses one last peck to your lips.
Before he starts a trail of kisses down your body, moving lower as he does, until he's settled between your legs on the floor.
He looks up at you, fingers pushed into the waistband of your shorts, you give him a nod. He pulls them down, carefully lifting your feet from them.
His fingers trail across the hint of skin above the waistband of your underwear, "Can we get rid of these?" he brushes his fingers over the cotton.
"Yeah" you bite at your lip nerves going wild, watching as he peels the material down your legs discarding it with everything else.
-
He starts by kissing at the soft skin of your thighs, his teeth occasionally grazing across causing goosebumps. He adds pressure with his hands to spread your legs slightly for him, his eyes flicking over the sight of your pussy, already slick for him.
You gasp as his lips press against your pussy, his tongue licking between your folds, up to your clit.
"Oh, fuck" you whine at the new sensation, his mouth making your whole body burn.
You feel him smirk against you, he pulls back briefly "Alright?" He asks, you nod "yea- good" he returns his mouth to your pussy, his finger gently nudges against your entrance, he flicks a look up at you as he slowly pushes his finger in wrapping his tongue around your clit.
You cry out, head flying up at the new sensation, you'd touched yourself before but this is so different to the way you pleasured yourself with your fingers.
"Harrison, fuck" you whimper, he's pumping a slow pace two fingers curled into your cunt, his tongue lapping and sliding through you slick.
Your hands push against his head. The feeling pulsing through you making your back arch from the sofa, whines leaving your lips as his tongue concentrates on your clot, his fingers tapping against your walls.
"Yes, please like that - fuck don't stop please" you whimper, legs spread wide opening you up for him. He switches his position, rolling your clit with his fingers, his tongue lapping around your entrance.
"baby, you taste so good" he pulls away to praise you,
Then his finger are back inside you now pounding into you, sucking at your clit, you feel your whole body tense, toes curling.
Head thrown back, hands press to the top of his head holding him against you, you cry out, his name tumbling over and over from your lips.
He works you through it, pulling fleeting aftershocks from you with his fingers, lips pressing kisses against your thighs.
Your body relaxes with a moan, chest heaving as Aitch slowly drags his finger from you, his nose nudging against your clit a sweet breathy whine leaves your mouth.
Aitch moves back onto the sofa pulling you into his side. "Feel fucking proud I got that out of you" he smirks, you shove at his chest, pulling him towards you for a kiss, the taste of you coating his lips and tongue.
-
Aitch cups your face as he kisses you, thumbs stroking over your cheeks, you were pressing yourself against him, hungry for more.
Your stroking your hands down his toned chest, shaking slightly, this is something you've never done.
You looked Aitch, as you pressed light kisses against his skin. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, fingertips nudging against the head of his cock.
You stop, completely out of your depth, embarrassed. Aitch pulls your hand out of his clothes, links your fingers "let me get out of these and then we can navigate it together?"
You nod heart hammering in your chest, how inexperienced did you look? Aitch stands up, pulling his shorts and boxers off in one.
He leans over you, dropping the faintest kiss to your lips. Your eyes fall to his cock, hard and swollen, he palmed over himself. "You sure you want to carry on?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm so bad at this" you felt the heat rising on your chest, Aitch shakes his head "it was everyone's first time once" his hand caresses your cheek
"You have nothing to be sorry for" he smiles as you nod.
He settles on the sofa, you move next to him, his legs spread out on the cushions, your eyes immediately fall back to his hard cock, already leaking and pink tipped.
Aitch takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
"Just need you to help me" you smile leaning to kiss him, your lips press hard against his.
You take a short steadying breath, moving your hand back down to his cock, fingers running over the taut skin, his cock twitches under your touch.
Aitch's hand covers yours, curling both around his throbbing cock.
"Start with gentle squeezes they feel good, especially here" he puts pressure on your hand as they make it to the middle of his cock, you nod watching as his mouth fell open.
"Fuck" he hisses, he's watching your hands wrapped around him, your lip pulled between your teeth.
"As you move down you can add more pressure and go faster, yeah like that" he rasps taking his hand away, watching as you pump at him.
Your other hand moves between his legs, cupping at his balls "You're a natural" he laughs.
You can feel your own excitement building between your legs as you watch him, his eyes locked on you, the moans leaving his mouth, the feeling of him heavy in your hand.
You're pumping at him, your wrist twisting as you squeeze at him "is this okay?" you ask, pressing your lips against his jaw.
Aitch has a sloppy satisfied smile on his face "So good, baby, you're so good" he hums, you swipe your thumb over the slit pre-cum collecting on the tip, you pull your hand away sucking your thumb into your mouth.
Humming in appreciation, Aitch's move drops open at the sight, his breathing rapid as you curl your hand back around him, moans tumbling from his lips.
His hips thrust upwards, you're pumping at him, tugging against his cock. "I'm going fuck- yes like that" he's stumbling over his words, the tightening in his balls is a sure sign you're working him towards his orgasm.
You watch in awe as he cums, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, mouth wide open as he moans in pleasure, your hand slowly pumping at him, emptying every last drop from him onto your hand, his thighs and stomach.
He eases back against the cushions, breathing heavy, eyes open watching as you lean down, flicking your tongue past your lips to lick at the cum on his stomach, you swallow it down with a content moan.
"Jesus Christ, sure you haven't done that before?" he smiles fingers brushing through your hair as you curl next to him "No, never but you looked hot" you giggle dropping a kiss to his chest.
-
You lay together on the sofa, bodies pressed together. "Thank you for not judging me" you sigh, looking up at him.
He shakes his head, fingertips running circles on your should "Why would I?"
You shrug "I'm twenty three and a virgin"
"I was a virgin until I was twenty one, it's not a big deal" he tries to reassure you. "It just feels like it, especially in a new relationship" you explain.
Aitch nods, "I know, but you trusting me with it means a lot"
You smile, pressing your lips against his chest. You had noticed how public Aitch was all jokes and bravado, but at home he was Harrison who was much softer and caring.
Your hands were rubbing across his chest, down his stomach. Tickling tracks on his thighs, he cocked his brow at you "want something?" He teases.
You nod, "Want you"
Aitch wastes no time, moving over you so you're laying back on the sofa, he positions himself between your legs. Starting to tease at your soaked pussy, you're moaning below him, hips jerking to his touch.
"Do we need something? I have condoms upstairs" his skilled fingers don't stop playing with you as he asks. "I have the implant" you sigh as he pushes his fingers into you.
"Only if you're sure, I don't mind using one" He removes his fingers, licking them clean. You shake your head "I want to feel you bare inside me, I trust you" you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Aitch nods, all of a sudden feeling nervous, the last time he had been in this situation was his first time, both him and his girlfriend at the time virgins.
You lift your head up to press your lips with his, kissing him slow, he curls his hand around his cock, sliding it between your folds, teasing you with a light tap of the head against your clit.
"I'm so nervous" he laughs, forehead pressed to yours, you peck at his lips, "Why are you nervous, you've done this before" you giggle
"I don't want to hurt you, or put you off ever doing this again" he bites at his lip, you smile up at him "Harrison, I want to do this, with you" you press your hips up against his.
He nods catching your lips with his, slowly rolling against each other "You ready?" he whispers lips barely inches from yours.
You feel the butterflies start up again "Yeah, I am"
Aitch smiles, his knees nudging your legs apart, you're still slick from his teasing, he lines himself up, pushes slowly into you, not all the way he watches your face for a reaction, you're biting down on your lip.
"Relax baby, relax" he hums, you nod taking a deep breath as he pushes forward once again. Your body relaxes slightly under him "you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, it's just a bit painful" you sigh "Do you want me to stop?" He looks worried moving his hips up to pull out of you, you clamp your legs round his waist.
"Don't you dare" you laugh. Aitch shakes his head in amusement "If you're sure" his lips brush across the warm skin of your neck.
"Really sure" you dig your nails into his shoulders as he nips at your skin, the dizzying stretch of his cock in your cunt burning with pleasure around the edges.
You lift your hips from the bed as he starts a gentle pace, slowly rocking down into you, the pain is slipping away being filled by the pleasure of him dragging against your walls, your moans getting louder with every thrust into you.
"Jesus Christ, taking my cock so well" he sighs.
"Feel so full of you" you whimper, breathy and desperate. Aitch looks down at you, a smile fixed on his face "yeah? You like it?"
You nod, lifting your leg to rest against his back "fuck yeah feels so good"
"Your pussy is perfect" he hums, pressing his finger to your lips, you suck it into your mouth, coating it with your saliva.
He pulls it out, dragging down your body to your clit, watching as your mouth drops open, the smallest whimper of his name tumbles out.
"Touch yourself like you do when you're alone" he instructs, you feel self conscious at first, but once your fingers replace his you're forgetting about your embarrassment.
Aitch props himself up with his palms flat against the sofa cushions, angling his hips so his cock effortlessly slides into you.
Filling you completely, you're sure he's nestled right against your cervix, your brow creases at the wave of discomfort.
"Shit, baby sorry, do you want me to stop" his hips stall, you shake your head.
"no, no please don't, it was just uncomfortable" you reassure him.
His eyes flick over your face looking for any hesitation, but when he's sure you're fine he falls back into the pace he had before, his lips sucking along your collarbone.
"So fucking beautiful" he sighs, the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
"Feel so good, going to make you cum baby, cum all over my cock" his forehead is pressed against yours.
You push your hand back between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.
You're both panting, the air thick with hot breath and sticky bodies, "Fuck Harrison" you whine the pleasure he's giving you almost too much to bear, you gasp as his finger takes over yours, his hips driving into you as he speeds up.
"Fuck baby, can feel you squeezing my cock" he groans,
You're writhing under him, back arched off the sofa, head thrown back, fingers digging into his biceps.
Aitch grabs your hands, pinning them above your head as he keeps up his rhythm watching you, watching you as you slowly come undone,
He can feel the heat rippling from his abdomen to his balls, his cock straining inside your tight walls.
"You look so fucking beautiful" he hums, you squeeze at his hand in response.
You jerk your hips up to meet his, the sensation of your cunt contracting around him sends him tumbling over the edge of his release.
His forehead buried in the crook of your neck, his hips rocking into you as he empties ropes of cum into your cunt with a deep groan.
You can feel the slow burn in your whole body, hes milking his cock against your walls, finger back on your clit, his teeth nip against your neck.
"Harrison, fuck, fuck" you're spiralling, walls pulling tight against his cock as your body gives into your second orgasm.
He lifts his head to watch as your eyes roll back, your mouth falls open whimpers of his name as you come back down, the tension leaves your body as your orgasm fades.
"Fuck, that was -" you laughed unable to form a sentence.
Aitch slowly pulls from you, moving to your side with a kiss to your temple.
"I hope that's a good thing" he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
"So good, we can do that again right?" You laugh turning to look at him over your shoulder.
"baby there's so much we can do" he hums, his hands resting on your stomach, you slot your fingers through his.
"Like what?" You ask, feeling him press his hips forward "would love to watch you bouncing on my cock" he hums lips close to your ear,
"Have you bent over in front of me, so I can see that perfect ass" his hand moves to squeeze at your bum.
You push your self back against him, his pushes his leg through yours holding you closer "want to get my mouth around you, have you teach me how to give you head"
You feel him tense, "fuck, I would love that" he sighs "ruin that pretty little mouth of yours"
You nod "want you to ruin all of me"
You feel him groan against the back of your head, you squeeze his hand, "you okay, Harrison?" You laugh.
"Yeah just thinking about you wrecked around my cock" he chuckles "oh so that's why i can feel you perking up"
He's buried his face in your hair "yeah, but I don't want you to get to sore"
You awkwardly move in his arms "how about a bath? And then we'll see how I feel?"
His eyes light up at the suggestion, you sit up stretching out, he wraps his arms around your waist legs either side of your thighs.
"my beautiful girl" he drops a kiss to your shoulder, lips trailing up your neck.
I loved writing this! Thinking of doing a whole pregnancy series - just short & sweet snapshots like this!
Maybe some social media posts - that type of thing.
Divider by @/thecutestgrotto
Oh Baby
You placed the fourth test on the side with the others. Washing your hands you looked at yourself in the mirror, tears filling your waterline, red blotches on your cheeks. How had you let this happen?
Aitch was due back from London, he'd told you he would bring dinner with him. At the time you were thankful he didn't want to go out, you'd been feeling off for the past few days and a night curled up with him was definitely needed.
But now, you'd wanted to go back to your flat curl under the duvet and hide. From him, from anyone.
•
Aitch immediately knew something was wrong, your hug was half hearted, your smile pulled tight and you couldn't look at him.
He put the food on the kitchen side, took your hand and pulled you over to the sofa.
You didn't say anything when he asked you what was wrong, instead you pulled the four sticks from your pocket. Holding them between you.
Aitch frowned at first, eyes glued to them the digital display 'PREGNANT +4', you watched as he took in a deep breath his hand still holding yours.
"Well Fuck" he finally spoke.
You tried to pull your hand away, he held tighter "I understand if you, if you'd rather not-"
Aitch shook his head, stopping you mid sentence "wait? What? No I want this"
In the beat of silence he panicked "you don't?"
You looked up at him, tears falling "I didn't think I did right now, but-"
"You don't want to have my baby?" He asked, he looked worried, You bit your lip "I do want that but do you want this? Right now? "
"I want it with you, and if that's right now then yeah I do"
You finally smiled, feeling the anxiety lift slightly from your shoulders "I thought you'd be angry" you confessed.
Aitch shook his head "why would I be?"
You shrugged, "because we're only twenty five, because you're so busy with work, because we didn't plan it"
He laughed, leaning to kiss you "I don't care how old we are, we're always going to have work that's life. No we didn't plan it, that was a mistake both of us made, but this" his hand stroked across your flat stomach.
"This will never be a mistake to me, you know I want kids, ok we're still young, but that's a good thing yeah? We can have loads of em'" he grinned.
You rolled your eyes "let's get this one here safely first yeah?" Aitch nodded, pulled you into him, you relaxed in his arms "so we're going to have a baby?" You giggled.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you against his chest "yeah I think we are" he laughed.
