#harry au

[corpsefcrr]

Harry Potter and the peace treat on Ao3!!!

Long hair Harry Potter in my style

[unabashegirl]

Unheard

“If you ever want to try again… I’d come back. I would. Just say the word."

Author's note: Hi loves, Writing this was a little cathartic, a little painful, and entirely honest. If you’ve ever held on to a voicemail, a memory, or a love you couldn’t quite let go of… this is for you. Thank you for supporting my stories, for letting me write soft and messy heartbreak, and for coming along every time I dive headfirst into the angst. You make this space feel like home.

I hope this one stays with you, even after the last line.

“I didn’t walk away because I stopped loving you. I walked away because I didn’t know how to hold on without hurting you.” She never listened to the voicemail. Not when it first came. Not for weeks after. But tonight, something changes. The silence has grown too loud. The memories too sharp. And his name… it still lives in her phone. One final message. Maybe it was his goodbye. Maybe it was his plea. All she knows is that her hand is moving before she can stop it— And for the first time since he left… She presses play.

💔 Full 2.6k one shot now on Patreon ✨ Angsty. Introspective. Raw. And just maybe… hopeful. 🕊️ For anyone who’s ever wondered: what if I’d listened in time?

🔗 [Patreon]

[moonchildstyles]

crescent

it's all hallow's eve and y/n shouldn't be in the woods.

wordcount: 5.1k+

tw: there is a large section describing some scary animal (wolf) stuff w descriptions of blood and the breaking of bones! everything turns out the wya it should tho don't worry!

—————

With every step, the brush under (Y/N)'s feet crackled. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her weight, the loudest noises that could be heard in the forest. The hoots of owls nearby and howls of wolves far off bounced amongst the trees. 

Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air, she readjusted her grip on her skirts as she stepped around a puddle. Every exhale came out in a cool cloud. The basket bouncing against her hip was going to leave a bruise, she was sure. 

Truly, (Y/N) was regretting taking on the responsibility of this trip. Her cousin—and her mother for sending her off, actually—owed her more than just the few loaves of bread she was running to pick up. Especially since Katrina apparently was only available tonight, and was unwilling to make the trip herself despite being in town earlier in the afternoon, anyway. That was (Y/N)'s cousin, though; eccentric and impulsive. 

Just because no one had claimed this land on the outskirts of town, and she had the kind of money to keep everyone's mouths shut if they had any opposition, didn't mean that it was the best idea. Especially so, when it meant that Katrina was tucked away in-between the trunks of trees and craggy brush.

But, (Y/N) supposed that was the price of enjoying time by herself. No husband needed when she had her peace and quiet, Katrina had said.

A chilled breeze swept across her form, goosebumps lighting over her skin, the texture hightlighted under the rays of the full moon. Yeah, (Y/N) thought as she tightened her shawl around her shoulders, there better be more than a couple of loaves of bread involved in this trip. She didn't care if Katrina enjoyed her peace and quiet, not when she was cold and missing out on the town's festivities for the night. 

All Hallow's Eve was one of (Y/N)'s favorite nights of the year. It was the one night that she enjoyed staying out under the moonlight, and actually found joy in the idea of being scared. The last place she wanted to be on a night like tonight, was trudging through the woods on her way to her cousin's home. 

This was one of (Y/N)'s least favorite routes on a regular day, even among the morning hours, let alone doing this in the evening with only the moon to keep her company. The forest around her sang, filling the silence of her trek. 

Though she would never accept the title, she knew she was a bit of a scaredy cat, as Katrina had so lovingly put it when they were children. She avoided focusing on it to keep her wits about her, but the journey was beginning to send an eerie feeling up her spine. 

With every crunching footstep, she swore there were eyes pinned to her. Every brush of her shawl over her bare skin was suddenly an insect crawling into her pores, every hair falling into her face was saliva dripping from an open maw above her head, every chirping animal was a deviant spying on her from the shadows. Shadows were elongated with the help of the moon. Naked tree branches now looked like spindly fingers reaching out to grab her and take her into the earth with them. The smallest creatures skittering over the brush were now out to snatch her away, taking her to their master where she would be nothing more than a banquet table of food. 

This was most definitely not the way she wanted to spend her All Hallow's Eve. The only fun scares were the ones in town square, where the masks of witches and ghosts were strung around, and costumes were nothing more than a dressing game from those that she knew wouldn't hurt even a fly. Not this kind of chilling fear. Not the moments she had to convince herself were only in her head. 

But, truly, (Y/N) knew they were only in her head. There wasn't any deviant in the woods around Katrina's home, let along a monster with rows of teeth or blinking eyes on the moon. It was just her and the critters that could survive the shift of seasons out here. 

She just better be getting more than a couple of loaves of bread for this. 

Tightening the knitted shawl around her body, she pushed on. Katrina's cabin couldn't be that far. 

(Y/N) all but jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud crunch. She swore the sound came from behind her instead of underneath her feet like the moments before. Her steps faltered. Everything inside her wanted to turn around, to prove that it was nothing more than an animal running passed instead of the ghoul she had conjured up. But, just as badly as she wanted to know, she wanted to run away and sprint to Katrina. 

Steeling herself, (Y/N) surged onward. It was really just an animal. She would know if someone was following her. She would have heard something before this. No one could be that quiet. 

Maybe. 

She only made it a few yards further before a rustling of dead leaves sounded. Much closer behind her than before. 

On instinct, she whipped her head over her shoulder. 

Nothing but the bony trees. Shadows pulled thin under the bright moonlight didn't allow for many hiding places. Nothing and no one was to be seen. 

Her heart hammered in her chest, climbing up to the base of her throat as she forced herself to move on. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, pasting the thin strands of hair there to her clammy skin. Katrina was going to tease her if she didn't get herself in check; she couldn't walk up having this look of fright on her face. 

With her pace quickened, (Y/N) moved on. The basket hanging from the crook of her elbow bounced against her hip with every hastened step. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her feet, the soft rush of the earth being disturbed under the heel of her boots padded each of her steps. 

She needed to go faster, she urged herself. The faster she made this trade, the faster she made it home, and the faster she was home, the sooner she could join in on the All Hallow's Eve traditions. If she was lucky, Harry Styles might still even be out with his niece and she'll finally have a chance to talk to him and let him know she exists an—

A threatening growl reverberated through the trees. 

A sharp yip fell from (Y/N)'s lips, her lungs squeezed free of air. Despite the cool air around her, she could feel her skin beginning to simmer in fear. Her heart pumped as if in her last moments. 

What was it her mother said? When confronted by an animal, was she to be the bigger, scarier entity? Or was she supposed to lie still and hope they went away? Wait, was she supposed to run and hope they didn't give chase? 

Parts of her began to grow numb, a light tingle appearing in the tips of her fingers as she dared to look at her stalker. 

(Y/N)'s list of fears was long and winding, the kind that had the top spot constantly under fire as new worries were added. In that moment, she couldn't be sure what she was most afraid of seeing when she turned around, only that the not knowing wasn't an option. 

Taking in a deep breath and holding as still as possible, she made the smallest movement to peer over her shoulder. 

Her heart caught in her throat. Though she couldn't see all of it, the beast wasn't something that could be ignored. Not with the way its paws dug deeply into the earth, it's stance spanning as wide as the width of her shoulders. The fur grew in an array of shades of grey, thick and course. In the right light, he looked like nothing more than a shadow, the illusion only broken by the reflection of his black eyes. As much as she saw the heavy breaths the beast exhaled, she could hear it just as well as he drew closer. 

A root snapped under its huge paw, like a bone crunching. The sound had her skin erupting into goosebumps, (Y/N) unable to stop herself from jumping in her spot. The basket hanging from her elbow bumped against the trunk of the tree at her side.

The wolf wasn't pleased by her sudden movement, opening its maw and breathing out a gravelly growl. Its teeth were sharp, incisors coming to a point with the express purpose of ripping and tearing meat from the bone. Saliva gleamed over the teeth, dripping onto the soil at its feet. 

It took another step closer to her. (Y/N) trapped herself with her back to the trunk of the tree. 

Rushes of blood roared through her ears. She couldn't tell if the black touching the corners of her vision were the result of a stray cloud drifting over the moon, or the fact that she could be looking death in the eye as it stalked towards her. 

All for a couple of bread loaves. From Katrina. 

At that moment, (Y/N) felt a spark sink into her stomach. It was surprisingly offensive to think that her death would come on the journey to Katrina's cabin. That was far from fair. 

In what she was sure she would later think of as a stupid move (if she made it long enough to have a later anyway), she dug the toes of her boots into the earth, waiting just long enough to feel one more beat of her heart against her ribs. Then, she took off. 

(Y/N) had to hope this was the lifetime that would allow her to possess the speed to outrun a hellish wolf. Meandering through the trunks of spindly trees, she attempted to cut him off as best as possible, even if the pounding of the beast's feet sounded heavy and close behind her.

She was going to make it, she told herself. Just keep running. Get to Katrina. Get to the edge of the woods. Scream, let anyone else know what was happening. Maybe a hunter was out here—a stupid one for being out so late, but who was she to criticize. She was going to make it, and liv—

A jutting root caught on the tip of her boot. (Y/N) swore the world moved in slow motion as she fell. 

The clouds above stopped. The moon dimmed. The leaves under her turned crystalline. 

This was it. 

Her chin hit the damp earth first, her jaw clamping shut. Her hands stung as she attempted to catch herself, sticks and rocks embedding into her skin. The basket in her arms was crushed under her weight. 

This was it. 

Hopefully, someone would deliver the bread loaves to her mother instead. Hopefully, someone would find her. 

A deafening growl sounded through the forest. Tears filled her closed eyes. 

This was it. 

Until it wasn't. 

The growl had been cut short, killed with a vibrating slam against the forest floor. The static feeling someone looming behind her vanished. Despite the lack of heavy, hot breath fanning across her back, she didn't move. She couldn't trust the sudden change in the air. Her bones stayed stiff as he continued to brace herself against the forest floor. 

Another growl rang through the forest. This one was decidedly different than what she had heard while being stalked. 

There was another beast. That much she could be sure of. 

(Y/N) couldn't decide if it was scarier to not know what was behind her, or to see exactly what the end of her life was going to look like.

When a duo of gravely barks reverberated behind her, the decision was made for her on instinct. Though her gaze was blurry thanks to the tears filling her eyes, she was able to make out the pair of wolves looming behind her. 

But neither of them were looking at her.

Roots and brush dug into her back as she rolled to her back. Neither of them appeared to notice the movement of the prey before them, supernatural eyes pinned on one another. While the initial beast's eyes were reflections of moonlight, colored a primal yellow, the newcomer had emerald crescents at its irises.

This new one was also bigger and broader. (Y/N) had thought the yellow-eyes wolf was large and scary enough, this new one was in a league of its own. She shuddered to think just how easy it would be for this one to swallow her whole. 

Despite how large the emerald-eyed creature was, it was decidedly sleeker than the other. There wasn't anything course and tufting in its brown coat. Sharpened teeth, though just as menacing, lacked the chips and discoloration the other had. It looked less... feral compared to the other; desperate for a chase. 

The emerald-eyed one stepped close to the beast, growling and baring its teeth in intimidation. The rigid posture kept its maw wide over the yellow-eyed one's head, dripping with saliva. A throat growl vibrating from its massive chest. 

(Y/N) almost cringed when she saw the stalking beast refuse to back down despite the size difference presented with the emerald-eyed competitor. She was far from being a meal worthy for death. 

Neither refused to back down, but at least they didn't spare even a single look in her direction. Now was the time to flee, get away from there and to Katrina before another nasty foe caught wind. 

She didn't think before she scrambled to her feet and ran. She had to hope that the competition presented by the two wolves would allow enough cover to get her safely away. 

Every hope of that was dashed when it only took a handful of moments before pounding footsteps sounded behind her. At least she had a head start. 

The world around her was directionless as she attempted make sense of the trees she should be much more familiar with. She just needed to get away, as far as she was concerned. If she was able to make it to Katrina, even better. 

Sweat slipped down her back, her shawl hanging from her shoulder. Branches caught on her dress. Roots attempted to trip her. The cold air didn't want to work with her lungs, every breath feeling that much more stilted. All while being pursued by animals that shouldn't exist—not like this. 

Just as she swore she saw the backside of Katrina's cottage, between large trunks and spindly branches, one of the two beasts skidded in front of her. She hadn't heard the change in direction, but there were still footsteps sounding behind her. 

(Y/N) was forced to stop, keeping herself from bashing into the chest of one of the wolves. But that kept her stationary just for the other to close in behind her. 

She wasn't sure when, but tears slipped down her cheeks. The moisture stung the cuts on the planes of her face, searingly hot against her chilled skin. 

There was no way out this time. 

Especially not when the beast in front of her, the one with glinting green eyes, started charging towards her. 

Pressing in on herself, (Y/N) fell to the floor. It was a fruitless attempt, she was sure, but she curled her arms around her head, rolling into a ball between the brush and roots. There was a chance, however small, that she may be harder to eat and swallow like this. 

At her back, the pounding paws were louder across the forest floor. It was there, just behind her. 

She wondered if she could feel each bite as her flesh was torn from her bones, or if she would die before then. 

Peeking between her curled arms, (Y/N) saw the emerald-eyed beast close in on her. His maw was open wide, a menacing growl sounding through the forest. 

Just as she expected to feel the last dredges of the cold air and every piece of her body connected to one another, the beast leapt. Right over her head. And onto the wolf at her back.

Crunches that sound did a lot like broken tree branches rang through her head. But, (Y/N) knew, she wasn't sure how, that those cracks weren't from the forest. That was the snap of bones. She was sure. 

Whimpers were now interspersed with the gravely growls, pitches and devastating. Cracks and crunches tore the rhythm apart. 

One of them was dying behind her. 

(Y/N) couldn't look. She didn't want to see what kind of carnage was taking place behind her. All she knew was that the silence that shortly followed a particularly screeching whine was the sign of an ended fight. The elimination of competition—and her only safety in the form of distraction.

Along with the blood pudding around her boots.

Her body felt faint, her head too heavy for her neck. She was out of chances. 

It was then that she hoped she actually wasn't that close to Katrina's cabin. She didn't want her cousin to wake to a sight like this. 

A humid puff of air fanned across the back of (Y/N)'s neck, moving the baby hairs pasted to the nape. A quiet whimper tore from her throat, eyes stinging with more tears. 

Take her throat first, she wanted to beg. Kill her quickly. 

Instead of the hot slice of teeth through her flesh, she felt the nudge of a wet nose against her neck. A chuff sounding. 

(Y/N) sat still. Blood began to creep up the hem of her dress, sticking to her ankles. 

Another small chuff. A whine so broken and breathy. A whoosh of air bloomed at her side. 

Forcing herself to peel her head up, she saw the brown wolf, green-eyed and sleek, laying at her side. It looked up at her with bright eyes, something knowing flashing through them. Despite its large frame and bloody maw, it looked almost pathetic with its puppy-dog eyes and crossed paws. 

The beast had saved her. Unless this was an advanced species, having adapted a wolfy version of manipulation, this beast had saved her and wanted her to... live. 

She blinked at the beat. Still with a beating heart in her chest and each of her limbs attached to her body. 

This wasn't it. The beast before her wasn't her death. 

A savior, more like it. 

The pressure in her body came to a head, her ribs seemingly collapsing as sobs wracked her body. 

(Y/N) reached towards her savior, fingers skating through its bloody fur. Warmth seeped into her fingers at the touch, drawing her that much closer before practically falling into the beast.

The wolf reacted only in small scoots of its body coming closer, sharing it's warmth and comfort with her. Quiet chuffs sounded as it nosed at her neck. 

"You saved me," she whispered, the words watery and thin. "Y-You saved me." 

Though she would have normally scoffed at the idea of any part of this animal being knowing or intelligent, what she had seen tonight had showed her that there was nothing ordinary about this beast. She believed he knew what she was talking about when it cuddled closer to her, giving a small yip before its rough tongue tentatively licked over her neck. 

Not even a flinch was given at the contact. 

The beast had saved her and was now sharing its warmth with her. It was comforting her as if language was irrelevant when it came to communication.

(Y/N) wasn't sure how long she stayed wrapped around this creature, only that the chill had seeped from her body but her bones were incredibly stiff when she finally unfurled. Her tears had ran dry like the blood seeping from her injuries. 

The green eyes of the beast matched her own gaze, large and round as it took her in. It nosed at her chin, a chuff fanning over her skin. 

"My—" she cut herself off to clear her throat from the croaky state of her voice, "My cousin, she lives over here. I-I need to go to her." The loaves of bread were at the absolute bottom of her list, but a warm home was at the top. "W-Will you... stay?" 

In the back of her head, (Y/N) wanted to be concerned about the state of her sanity. But she knew, deep in the pit of her stomach, that this creature understood her. He knew what she was saying, what she was asking. 

Especially when it stood to its full height, head bobbing as if in a nod. 

The beast allowed her to grab his scruff to steady her as she stood to her feet. Every bone in her body suddenly became aware of how hard she had pushed herself to stay alive. Aches and bruises bloomed over her body. She stumbled, only for the wolf to sidle up to her, giving more support. 

"Sorry," she murmured, keeping her grip tight on the wolf as they started towards Katrina's cabin. 

Standing side by side, (Y/N) was hyperaware of just how large this creature was. The tufts of its ears peeked over her own head, leaving her at eye level with the beast. Her gait was stilted, but the wolf stayed at her side, though she was sure it could cover miles in less time than it would take her to move yards away. She could feel the probing gaze it gave her with each step, a primal feeling of concern bubbling behind its eyes. 

Katrina's cabin came into view, a kind of relief flooding her system that had her heart cracking. She could have fallen to her knees, thanking whatever deity it was that had kept her in its sights this evening. Though, she figured she knew well which one she needed to start with.

"Thank you," she murmured, a sad smile touching the corner of her lips as she looked to her creature. She slowed to a stop at the backside of Katrina's cottage, her kitchen window in view, complete with warm amber lighting seeping into the forest. A beacon. 

The beast butted its head against her shoulder. 

"You saved me," she repeated, visibly drooping. If not for the grip she had on his neck, she was sure she would have fallen. "Thank you." 

Another chuff. Another affectionate head-butt against her arm. 

The beast tipped its head just so, meeting her eyes under the pale moonlight. 

Emerald irises glimmered. So human, with understanding floating through them. 

As well as something far more familiar than should be seen in an animal. 

(Y/N) was well aware of just how deeply traumatizing this trek had become, but she refused to think it a crack in her sanity when she swore that the beasts eyes were ones she had seen before. A green so unique and enthralling.

A green she had only ever seen in the gaze of Harry Styles. 

The mayor's son. The shy man who had plucked (Y/N)'s attention every time he walked into the room, even if he didn't even know she existed.

The eyes of a human man. 

Maybe she was cracking already. 

She tipped her head just so, the wolf's eyes following the movement. 

"You... Your eyes...They—" 

(Y/N) was suddenly cut off at the clattering sound of Katrina's dingy door behind pushed open. 

"(Y/N)? Is that you?! You were supposed to be here hours ago!" 

Whipping her gaze to where Katrina was rounding the front of her home, peering around the porch and right to where she was standing. 

Right next to the wol—

A branch snapped in the forest. Moonlight glinted off a slick, blood-matted fur. The creature was gone, disappearing into the forest. Only the ghost of its warmth remained. 

"Oh, lord—(Y/N)! What happened?! Are you okay?"

Katrina raced towards her. No wolf was to be seen, no large creature that had saved her. 

"The w-wolf," she muttered, voice broken like the skin of her lips, "He—Katrina—" 

"What wolf?" her cousin asked, approaching (Y/N) with concerned eyes and worried features, "(Y/N), you're bleeding. What happened?!" 

"There... There were two wolves," she muttered, distractedly looking to her cousin, "One of them... It saved me." 

Katrina pinned her bottom lip between her teeth. Gentle hands landed on (Y/N)'s biceps. 

"Let's get you inside. You need to warm up, and then we can talk about everything. Okay?" 

(Y/N) didn't remember agreeing to the proposition, but she knew she made it inside the cottage. That was where, beside the fire, she had to wonder if what she had seen—the wolves, the glimmering eyes, the supernatural size and strength of the creatures—was even real. 

If she really had seen the eyes of Harry Styles in the sockets of a deadly beast. 

—————

"You are never going out like that again, (Y/N). Katrina isn't even that talented at baking!" 

(Y/N) cracked a smile at her mother's fretting. It had been this way all morning after Katrina had escorted her home. (As well as three loaves of bread and every pastry left to spare). 

"I won't, mother," (Y/N) vowed, just the same as she had the first dozen times her mother had made the same declaration. 

"Two wolves," she muttered, flying back to the kitchen to stir the soup simmering on the stove, "I cannot believe that kind of evil—so close! This town..." 

More angered mutterings sounded from the kitchen, but were cut off at the sound of a knock at the door. Before she could move a single inch from where she had been stationed on the couch,(Y/N)'s mother shouted that she would grab the door—do not move!

She watched as her moth pulled open the door, the guest being shielded from (Y/N)'s view. But she heard the voice. 

One that caused her heart to spike. Today, for a slightly different reason than the usual. 

Harry Styles was here. 

"Oh, thank you, Harry! She is going to love this, thank you." 

A rumbling tone sounded around her mother. (Y/N)'s name tossed in the mixed. 

"She's still very fragile, but you may come in and speak to her if you'd like." 

(Y/N)'s spine straightened. The sound of floorboards creaking under foreign weight filled her small home. Harry's head peeked over her mother's, complete with waving curls, a rich brown. The kind that would have gleamed so prettily under a clear, moonlit night. 

Harry's eyes met her as her mother escorted him inside. 

Green.

Unique and enthralling. 

A soft smile bloomed over his lips. "Hello," he greeted her, (Y/N)'s mother disappearing into the kitchen. "How are you feeling?" 

"I am alright," (Y/N) nodded, attempting to sit up before Harry urged her to stay just where she was. 

"No, don't move. You are alright hurt enough," he muttered, coming to crouch at the side of the chaise. Concern floated in his eyes—the kind of concern that (Y/N) almost wanted to place as guilt. 

"I really am alright. I look worse than I feel," she attempted to joke, though it fell flat when Harry only trapped his bottom lip between his teeth. 

A familiar circuit was run over the planes of her face, taking stock of every slight injury. 

Just like the emerald-eyed wolf. 

"I gave it to your mother, but my family put a few things together for your recovery. I hope they're able to bring you some comfort." He dropped his gaze from hers. "I cannot imagine going through what you did. You are incredibly brave." 

A warmth bubbled along her skin. At least that part was still normal—she was not immune to a dimple and pretty hair. 

"I wouldn't call myself brave, but I appreciate your words," she muttered, a bit sheepish at his praise, "All I did was run." 

"Sometimes, that is the smartest move to make," Harry murmured, a lopsided smile on his strawberry-hued mouth. "I am just glad you are alright. I've been worried sick since I heard the news." 

Her heart caught in her throat. He knew she existed—enough to worry about her well-being. 

"I am," he started, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, "so happy to see you. Please call on me if you need anything to help your recovery—anything at all."

"Um, I-I can do that." 

The dimpled smile that bloomed over his face was enough to have her throat clogged and lungs stilted. With a face this pretty, it was increasingly harder to find the similarities between the man before her and the blood-matted wolf in the woods.

"If it's alright with you," Harry started, voice dropping a tone lower as if sharing a secret, "I would like to request that if you ever need to make that trek again, that someone accompany you. Myself, included." 

(Y/N) didn't have to think before she was nodding her head. "I can do that." 

"Thank you," he smiled, a breathy laugh floating through his voice, "I am unable to stay long today, but I would like to check in on you this week. If that's alright with you." 

Tempering her reaction as much as she could, (Y/N) only gave a demure nod as Harry stood to the full of his height. "I don't have much else going on, but I suppose I can fit you into my schedule." 

Her tease was enough to draw a laugh from him. An achievement, as far as she was concerned. 

"I will see you tomorrow, then? If you're not already occupied," he played along, edging towards the open door. "And, please,"—he paused, the intensity of his gaze sitting squarely on her—"if you see another wolf with those yellow-eyes, tell me. Those seem to be more dangerous than the others." 

The next moments passed in a haze. She was sure Harry said goodbye to her mother and made plans for the following day. She was sure her mother praised Harry's kindness, talking him up to (Y/N) as if she didn't already know. She was sure her heart continued beating and her lungs continued filling. 

She was sure the world continued on, even when her mind stood still.

(Y/N) hadn't told anyone about the yellow eyes. 

—————

thank u sm for reading! so sorry for any mistakes but if you have any fun requests or anything at all please send them in!!!!

[unabashegirl]

Crave pt 4 — sneak peek

Harry Styles is a mysterious, well-respected professor, known for his intellect and intensity. Y/N is his student, ambitious but with a hidden side. She’s confident, though a bit reckless. 

Authors note: Hey everyone! I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your incredible support. I’m currently 164 subscribers away from being able to cover my medical school tuition, which is a huge milestone for me. I’m not sharing this because I’m asking anyone to contribute more, but rather to see if you could help spread the word by reposting. Sharing my posts and helping me reach new people would make a world of difference, and I’d be so grateful for your help. Thanks again for everything!

check out my patreon (starting at $2) and get full access to all the parts (+3K words), early access to the the 5th part and much more :) thank you beforehand!

--> the following is only fully available on Patreon <---

Their breaths mingled, hot and unsteady, as they remained locked in place, staring at each other, caught in the aftermath of the kiss that had shattered every unspoken rule. Harry’s hand was still at her jaw, his fingers grazing her skin, while Y/N’s hands remained tangled in the fabric of his shirt, holding him as if letting go would break whatever spell had brought them here.

The pause was delicate, a chance to pull back, but neither of them moved. Instead, Harry’s gaze dipped lower, tracing the curve of her neck, the soft line of her collarbone. There was something in her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away, a spark that matched the one igniting inside him. He knew he should stop, that he should step away before this went further, before they crossed the line entirely. But her skin was so warm beneath his touch, her scent intoxicating, filling his senses with a quiet, inescapable lure.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in his shirt, her chest brushing against his, pulling him back to the present, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Her lips were still parted, her breath shallow as she looked up at him, waiting, daring him to make the next move.

Harry swallowed, his voice hushed and rough. “Y/N… I don’t think I can…”

But she cut him off, her hands reaching up to cup his face, her thumb brushing lightly across his cheek as she pulled him down to her again, sealing his words with another kiss. This time, it was different—deeper, more desperate, as though the floodgates had finally broken. Every restraint he’d held onto slipped through his fingers as she pressed against him, her body fitting against his like it was meant to be there, igniting a fire that neither of them could ignore.

They stumbled backward, barely making it to the edge of the desk, his hands gripping her waist, fingers pressing into her as though afraid she’d disappear. He could feel her heartbeat through his fingertips, her warmth against him, and it felt like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed beyond this moment.

Y/N’s hands found his shoulders, slipping beneath the collar of his shirt, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, trailing soft, lingering kisses along her skin, savoring the way she gasped, the way her hands tightened in his hair as he pulled her closer, letting the pent-up tension between them unravel into something real, something uncontainable.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Harry's dark curls as their kiss deepened. His muscular arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against his body.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Y/N murmured against his lips, even as she pressed closer.

"Do you want me to stop?" Harry's voice was low and husky. His piercing gaze searched her face.

Y/N hesitated, desire warring with her sense of propriety. "No," she admitted softly.

With a groan, Harry lifted her onto his desk, scattering papers to the floor. His lips traced a scorching path down her neck as his hands roamed her body.

Y/N gasped as Harry's fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. "What if someone hears us?"

"My office hours are over," he assured her, trailing kisses along her collarbone. "No one will disturb us."

She arched into his touch, thoughts of consequences fading as passion consumed her. Their remaining clothes were quickly discarded.

Harry's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with reverent intensity. Y/N arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers trailed fire across her skin. The air around them crackled with electricity, charged with the pent-up desire that had finally found its release.

Harry reveled in the sensation of Y/N's soft skin against his, his hands exploring her. The scent of her perfume, a delicate mix of jasmine and vanilla, filled his senses, intoxicating him further. He trailed kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin and the way she shivered under his touch.

The desk creaked under their combined weight as they fell into the intensity of fevered passion. Y/N moaned his name, her inhibitions melting away like snow under the noonday sun...

check out my patreon (subscriptions start at $2) and get full access to the first part (+3K words), early access to the second part and much more :) thank you beforehand!

[harrysfluff]

Red

A/n: I hope you all enjoy this gift from me to you.

Warning: sex The bar was a bit a hazy. There were black figures clustered together, swaying closer to each other an effort to hear one another. The figures were bathed in the red light creating an even more intoxicating allusion. You sat alone against the bar, your body position in an opening and welcoming way. Any outsider would have said it looked as though you were looking for one to join you. Your finger twirled against the edge of your glass while your other came up to stroke your hair behind your ear.

Harry sat only a seat over, alone as well. His body was turned towards the bar, his shoulders hunched over himself. His hands were gripped against his glass. He had caught glances of you, catching whiffs of your hair ever so often when you decided to flip it. The smell consumed him, almost making him mad. The sweet smell of berries and hint of skin, making you even more enticing to him. He caught a quick glance at you. In that small moment, you had turned as catching eyes with him. Having your eyes locked, you smirked ever so slightly making his cheeks heat up. He looked back his glass, before deciding on finishing the rest. His glass made a clink sound, hitting the bar. He felt himself leave his own body, watching himself. His feet dragging themselves the few feet to you. His body coming down next to you, blocking you off from the rest of the world. "Seems like you're running low, maybe I should get you a drink?" As soon as it came out of his mouth, Harry could feel himself biting the inside of his cheek mortified.

Your nose scrunched up before giving him a laugh. "Is that the best you can come up with?" You tilted your head towards him. "Sorry, I guess you just make me nervous," he admitted, leaning closer to you.

Eying him up and down, you reached your hand agianst his arm. Feeling the cloth from his dress shirt, you rubbed lightly going up and down. "Aw honey I don't mean to make you nervous." Taking a pause, you got up from your seat. You pushed yourself closer to him only leaving an inch from your body to his. Looking up at him, your eyes darkened. "I never want to make you nervous." Your arms came up, lacing themselves around his neck. You motioned to him, for his head to lean down to you. "Not before I eat you."

Harry was a complete loss for words yet he could feel his heart racing and his pants tightening.

"Did I catch your tongue?" you joked, running your tongue against your teeth. You leaned your weight back, having your neck exposed in the red light. Harry wanted to lunge forward at it, lap his tongue against the soft skin. He imagined it tasted salty and sweet all at once. Yet, he still restrained himself letting you come back to him. "So are you going to let me taste you?" You asked giving him a small pout.

Seconds passed before you nudged at him again. "Oh yeah, yeah. You can eat me," he declared. His words were flustered, his body caving inward in an attempt to pull you in.

Your body in a smooth motion, stopped him. You pressed you lips to his ear, allowing him to feel your hot breathe on him. "Then get me out of here."

Harry secured his arm around your waist as the two of you made it through the crowd. You echoed quiet "excuse us" in an effort to excuse Harry's aggressive pushing. The London air was cold. You shivered under your small cloth of a dress. Harry looked out into the crowded streets looking for a his car. Spotting it only a block away, he was quick to guide you through the streets. He pulled you even closer into him, both trying to control your stride and keep you warm.

Coming to the black range rover, Harry opened the door for you. You could feel his hands grab your ass as you climbed into the seat. "Hey, what was that?"

"Nothing!" He giggled back, closing the door. He ran towards the driver side, trying to adjust himself. He slid into his seat, his hands coming around the steering wheel. They clenched the leather in a attempt to suppress his appetite long enough for the drive home. However, he was unsure if he was gonna make it.

He was quick to pull out into the street, possibly almost causing an accident. You giggled at his eagerness. You were the only thing that consumed his thoughts and what he would do to do you. You grabbed one of his hands from the wheel allowing his fingers to trace down your chest just before you began to spread your legs. You guided his fingers to your pussy allowing it to soak themselves in it.

Harry could feel his pulse quicken, sweat rolling down his back. However it was not until you lifted his finger to his tongue to taste that he went mad. The pungent taste was heavenly for him and all he wanted to do was to dive head first into it.

Harry had thanked god when he pulled into the driveway. Turning the car off, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt. You went to open the car door before you felt his arms secure themselves around you. "Where do you think you're going?" His voiced low and hot, pulling you closer.

"Where do you want me to go?" You giggled back at him bringing your hands over his.

"I want you to sit right here." Harry grabbed one of your hands, allowing it to feel his hard on.

You wiggled your hand out from his grasp allowing it to unbutton his pants. You reached your down inside, gripping his shaft. Harry shivered at your touched as he so ached for it. You then began to slowly pump him gently. Soft months escaping from his lips. "God i want you so bad. I think I might need you right now."

You turned your body towards him, climbing over the center console. You hiked up your dress, allowing your exposed self to sit comfortably on him. Your hand guided him to your pussy, sinking yourself down on him. His hands planted themselves on your waist, squeezing with his finger tips. You began to gently bounce, before making bigger movements. One of Harry's hands had left your waist and pulled down the top of your dress, allowing your tits to be exposed. He inched closer to them, drawing in your nipple into his mouth.

Harry threw his head back once his mouth had left your tits as his body gave into the waves of pleasure. Each sensation driving him closer to his finish. "Fuck," was all he could struggle out.

Meanwhile, your hand was gripping the top of the seat while your other was rubbing circles on your clit. It was a lot of work all considering yet Harry's moans gave you a satisfactory feeling.

"I think I don't think i can wait, Y/n. I think I'm gonna," his voiced trailed off as he seized up. He held it for a brief moment before softening his posture. Harry could have melted into the seat.

Your hand stoped, bringing both to cup his face while your lips pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Fun night eh?" You joked, still waiting for Harry to catch his breath. You pulled yourself off of him and quickly began to leave the car. "I think the role playing was fun. Maybe we should do it more often like a once a month thing or that too 'we're a couple who plans sex.' I don't really know and what did you think of the whole stranger thing? Too cliche?" You rambled while Harry was still slowly breathing.

You pulled the passenger handle, meeting the cold air once more. "Wait where are you going?' He whined. Harry was startled by the sudden loss from your body's heat.

"I'm gonna go shower," you said adjusting your dress before heading inside.

Harry was quick with himself as he followed you inside the house. He came up from behind you and put his lips to your ear. Within a second, his demeanor changed as the soft and cuddly after-sex Harry had left. "Now I'm pretty sure you didn't cum, and now we can't have that now can we?"

You giggled with delight as he gave a firm smack on your ass. "No we can not." You chirped out.

"So I think you better get upstairs, pull that dress off so you're completely naked and let me really taste you."

[itsnevercasual]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

part ii

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

warnings: none really.. not edited.

summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.

request: nope!

your friends were more than aware of your obsession with harry styles. it’s not like it was a secret.

so, it only made sense that when you started to sing in bars and cafes — anywhere, really — that you’d always incorporate something of his into it. whether it be a love on tour crewneck, a song of his, a one direction song, or a song about him — you loved to cover style, because.. who didn’t want to strut on a stage to a song everyone knows?

however, you weren’t aware of what they were planning when they somehow booked you in a very prestigious bar.

the dress-code for this bar was strict. your usual get-up of jeans and a crewneck — or jeans and anything, really — was vetoed before you could even ask. so, you searched through the depths and trenches of your closet until you found a black, skin-tight cocktail dress that ended right at your mid-thigh.

“seriously, babe. you know sign of the times inside and out. you’re just psyching yourself out,” one of your friends, melanie, told you.

“i know, but.. still.”

“you doubt yourself too much.”

“so you tell me everyday. now shoo! i’ve gotta be onstage in five.”

you weren’t exactly sure how you got onstage. you’re pretty sure you blacked out.

as you nervously scanned the crowd, you spoke into the mic, “hi.. my name is y/n. uh.. i’ll be singing some songs tonight. i figured since it’s christmas eve, i could sing through a few.. christmas classics or whatever. so.. yeah!”

a few people in the audience laughed at your awkwardness.

you sang through last christmas first, which really boosted your confidence. the audience was very interactive, singing, dancing, and clapping along.

you sang a few other christmas classics. santa baby, let it snow, things like that.

and then.. it was time for the section you very much dreaded. your songs.

“so.. these next few songs are songs that i wrote. they’re.. like.. my babies. so.. please be nice to them,” you laughed.

you nodded to the band. a silent signal that they could start the music.

“when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty. and i just can’t help but think.. you knew it was dirty. and maybe you were just a little sad, but there’s no excuse to lie to me like that. but when you first told me about her, you said she was thirty,” you took a deep breath before belting the chorus, “but she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older.”

the crowd cheered, giving you more confidence as you walked around the stage.

“and sometimes i kinda feel like i wanna forgive. but it never crossed your mind that maybe i’m still a kid. and i’m so used to being the adult. even when you say it’s not your fault. but i’m kinda getting sick and tired of crying. so please stop lying, and lying, and lying. she’s only twenty-eight. i’m not even half her age. she probably just had her first high school reunion. you’re probably the first guy she’s ever moved in with. you think that i wanna hate. but you set me up this way. so for my health i’ll be blocking your number, ‘cause you couldn’t wait till i got a bit older. to tell me she was twenty-eight.”

as the drums and electric guitar got more intense, the lights flashed different colors.

“to tell me she was twenty-eight… what the fuck is twenty-eight? you said she’s mature, so that makes it okay. and you said she likes sports, so that makes it okay. and she’s actually pretty, so that makes it okay. but there’s nothing you can say that makes twenty-eight okay.. to me.”

the crowd cheered as you lowered the mic. a smile overtook your face as you laughed.

you walked back over to the mic stand, putting the mic in the slot as a slow, piano-ballad type song started. the lights switched to a soft white.

“they’re always charismatic. and they’ll turn up the charm. their words do something magic, saying no is really hard. they’re over-generous, you’ll never pay the bills. they’ll fall in love in seconds. die for you, or probably kill. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it,” you shook your head, keeping your eyes closed as you sang, “‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. when you love a narcissist. so if you’re feeling crazy.. i wouldn’t be surprised. the only thing they’re good at’s knowing how to gaslight. then make you feel like the most beautiful in the world. while they’re sleeping with another girl. ooh. and after six months, you’ll feel really stupid. ooh. i promise that it’s not your fault you fell for it, ‘cause.. one little fight breaks into war. feels like you’re dying on the bathroom floor. you’ll make an excuse. you’ll say that it’s you. and the mirror’s telling you it’s true. won’t leave, can’t stay. how much are you gonna take? ‘cause you’ll always take the blame. it feels like shit, but that’s just how it is. ‘cause i felt like shit. so i know how it is. when you love a narcissist.”

the crowd cheered as it went straight into another song.

“when you’d yell, i would stay quiet. you never noticed i was quiet. i was taught that speaking up was talking back. always first to say, ‘i’m sorry’, ‘cause i wanted you to like me. and i thought that’s what it took to make it last. it’s a lose, lose. that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. i shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i was half of this dynamic. i was stable, you were manic. without you or with you comes with a cost. i got used to the excuses and emotional abuses. we kept moving the lines we never crossed. it’s a lose, lose that i don’t choose. but you don’t always choose the ones you love. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you. i always think it’s over, but it never really is. but i can’t get the closure when you’re like this. can we switch? maybe this time you’ll be the bigger person. ‘cause i’m getting tired of carrying all your burden. it should be up to you, but you won’t admit the truth, oh-oh. shouldn’t have to be the bigger person. how come i have to break to keep us working? it’s always up to me, even though it shouldn’t be. i’ll take the blame the way you want me to. ‘cause that’s what i do for you.”

the crowd cheered again.

“thank you! we have.. four more songs tonight. this next one is would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.”

a crew member came and slipped an electric guitar around your neck. you quietly thanked them as you cleared your throat and the music started.

“if you would’ve blinked, then i would’ve looked away at the first glance. if you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance. if i was some paint, did it splatter on a promising grown man? and if i was a child, did it matter? if you got to wash your hands? oh-oh, oh. all i used to do was pray. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if you’d never looked my way, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. if you never touched me, i would’ve gone along with the righteous. if i never blushed, then they could’ve never whispered about this. and if you never saved me from boredom, i could’ve gone on as i was. but, lord, you made me feel important… and then you tried to erase us. oh-oh, oh. you’re a crisis of my faith. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. if i’d only played it safe, i would’ve stayed on my knees. and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time…. if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first,” as you held the note, the crowd screamed.

“and i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god honest truth is that the pain was heaven. and now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons. and now that i know, i wish you’d left me wondering. god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time. oh, god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be. the tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind. i regret you all the time. i can’t let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. the wound won’t close, i keep on waiting for a sign. i regret you all the time.”

with the final strum of your electric guitar, the crowd stood up to applaud. the crew member switched out the electric guitar for an acoustic one.

“this next one is called ceilings.”

a little bit more applause.

“.. ceilings. plaster. can’t you just make it move faster? lovely to be sitting here with you. you’re kinda cute, but it’s raining. harder. my shoes are now full of water. lovely to be rained on with you. it’s kinda cute but it’s.. so short. then you’re drivin’ me home. and i don’t wanna leave, but i have to go. you kiss me in your car. and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before. before… bedsheets, no clothes. touch me like nobody else does. lovely to just lay here with you. you’re kinda cute and i would say all of this. but i don’t wanna ruin the moment. lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.. but it’s over. then you’re driving me home. and it kinda comes out as i get up to go. you kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before.. but it’s not real. and you don’t exist. and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed. it hits me in the car. and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before. before.”

you laughed as you saw melanie and your friends stand up in the back of the bar, dancing on stools.

“i can see my friends dancing.. so badly because they love the next song,” you laugh.

“once the flight had flown. with the wilt of the rose. i slept all alone. you still wouldn’t go. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every maiden’s bed for something greater, baby. was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? when you lost control. red blood, white snow. blue dress on a boat. your new girl is my clone,” you smiled, knowing was part comes next. “and did you think i didn’t see you, there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s. fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor. you search in every model's bed for something greater, baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? ‘come here,’ I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now? oh. oh. think i didn’t see you? there were flashing lights. at least i had the decency to keep my nights out sight. only rumors ‘bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs. oh, lord. i think about jumping. off of very tall somethings. just to see you coming runnin’, runnin’. and say the one thing i’ve been wanting, but no. let’s fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later. oh. i was hoping you’d be there. and say the one thing i’be been wanting… but no.”

another round of applause as you passed off the guitar.

“so.. this song is not my song. i am.. very nervous for this, but.. this is sign of the times.”

you closed your eyes tightly as the music started, “just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times. welcome to the final show. hope you're wearing your best clothes. you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. you look pretty good down here. but you ain't really good.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? … just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, it’ll be alright. they told me that the end is near. we gotta get away from here. just stop your crying, have the time of your life. breaking through the atmosphere, and things are pretty good from here. remember everything will be alright. we can meet again somewhere. somewhere far away from here.. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? just stop your crying. it’s a sign of the times. we gotta get away from here. we gotta get away from here. stop your crying, baby, it'll be alright. they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here. we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets?” you finally opened your eyes, trying to find melanie, but instead, you find the last person you expected to be here.

the man whose song you’re literally singing.

harry was slightly weary when an over-excited girl with light pink hair came up to him and asked him — begged him, really — to come to her best friends show. he wasn’t sure what convinced him. or what possessed him to bring his mother and gemma along with him.

but he had to say, he didn’t.. regret it.

you were pretty — extremely pretty. and you were a crazy good singer. he was pretty sure you were singing his song better than him.

you swallowed your nerves as you sang the chorus and bridge, keeping eye contact even though you felt like shitting your pants. “we never learn, we been here before. why are we always stuck and running from the bullets? the bullets? we don't talk enough. we should open up. before it's all too much. will we ever learn? we've been here before. it's just what we know. stop your crying, baby. it's a sign of the times. we gotta get away. we got to get away..” you finally looked away, closing your eyes. “we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to get away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away. we got to, we got to, away.”

you let out a shaking exhale as the song ended, backing up from the mic. you bowed and blew kisses to the audience before practically sprinting offstage.

to: mel x

WHAT THE FUCK MELANIE WHY THE FUCK DID INJUST MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HARRY STYLES WHILE SINGING SIGN OF THE TIMES IM GONNA KILL

MY

SELF.

from: mel xx

NOOO I INVITED HIM ITS FINE

to: mel xx

you

what.

from: mel xx

I SAW HIM A WEEK AFTER WE BOOKED YOU THE GIG AND MIGHT HAVE BEGGED HIM TO COME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO MEET HIM AND WHAT BETTER WAY THAN THIS

to: mel xx

oh i dunno

ANY OTHER WAY?

from: mel xx

BABE IT IS FINE

HE BROUGHT HIS MUM AND GEMMA TOO

to: mel xx

WHAG

from: mel xx

HE SAID HE LOVED IT AND U WERE OHENOMENAL

NOW GET OUT HERE AND MEET HIM

after taking ten minutes to breath, you walked over to the bar, finding melanie pretty easily.

“i love you so much for playing is it over now!”

“i played it just for you and your psycho obsession with it,” you laughed as she yanked you into a hug.

you two pulled away, and you turned around when you felt a presence behind you.

your eyes widened when you were face to face with harry fucking styles.

“hey.. y/n, right?”

you blinked a few times… that couldn’t be real. this was most definitely a prank.

“.. are you alright?”

“yes! sorry, i’m.. yeah, i’m good. hi, yeah. i’m.. y/n.”

he smiled at you, “i’m harry. but.. you seem to already know that, since y’sang my song and all.”

“i.. yeah, i do know who you are,” you laugh awkwardly.

“well, i’m glad to know who you are as well.”

you had to bit your lip to keep from smiling like a psycho.

“oh, and uh.. happy christmas,” he smiled.

you furrowed your brows, grabbing your phone.

12:01, 25 december 2018

happy christmas, indeed.

a/n: edging 😛 LMAO this might get another part, it lowk just depends on how well it does!!

[boatzandhoez]

Bruised Knees

In which it’s 1994, Harry is the star quarterback, and Y/N loves to skate. Somehow, they are in love with each other despite being opposites.

warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, smut

(6.6k+ words)

Y/N is into the skate scene. She loves going to her local skate park with her board Betty, and doing tricks up and down the ramps. She loves the way the wind slaps her in the face, and how free she feels on her board. She loves the sound of the wheels rolling against concrete, and how metal rings anytime she does a trick involving a ramp of some sort.

Y/N loves wearing baggy clothes, such as oversized jeans and hoodies. She loves her scuffed up Keds, Vans, and the Walkman she carries around with her like it’s a religion.

She loves her two friends Lucy and Matt, who are actually dating. She loves her father, who is fighting prostate cancer, and kicking ass if she has a say. If she isn’t at the skate park she’s at home ready for his beck and call.

Y/N sometimes struggles with admitting she loves her older brother, but she does to an extent. She used to not be able to stand him when he was the captain of the football team in high school. He’s long since graduated and now plays for some university. Y/N doesn’t know, nor does she care to be honest, where exactly it is that he attends.

One thing Y/N loves in this world more than anything is her flower boy, her bubba, her baby cakes, her boyfriend, Harry.

The funny thing about Harry that often throws people off is that he is the complete opposite of her. Most people assumed, or thought that Y/N would end up with a fellow skater, who wore oversized clothes like her, has some tattoos, and piercings, and always wears a beanie, Hell, even Y/N thought that was the case, but one night many many months ago, Y/N bumped into Harry at a party.

She knew of him because he was the current quarterback of the football team at her school, taking her brother's place once he graduated. He’s in the same grade as her as well, so they basically grew up together, but lived two different lives, which pushed them to never really interact despite being in school together for so long. He complimented her outfit, which then she complimented his. From there they struck up a conversation, and ended up going somewhere private to talk for a solid hour before they eventually ended up hooking up.

That one time hookup turned into frequent hookups, which turned into a relationship that has stood the test of time, and all the doubt that surrounded them.

Y/N is currently laying in her room. Her father is over at his girlfriend's house for a few days to give them privacy to spend alone time with each other.

Y/N’s mother and father got a divorce when Y/N’s father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She hates her mother for leaving her father during a time of need. Her father was becoming too sick for her mother to handle, so she decided to up and leave her father. That’s one reason why Y/N struggles to love her brother. She can’t forgive her brother for taking their mothers side, and living with her. Y/N’s mother is the one person in her life she knows she’ll never have love for again.

Y/N is flipping through a magazine listening to the Beatles, which is one of Y/N’s hidden favorites. Only Harry knows her love for the old icons.

Speaking of Harry, Y/N hears a six tap pattern bang onto her window. Y/N smiles and quickly stands up, knowing for a fact that the pattern is known by one person and one person only, her lover boy.

She shuffles in her oversized jeans and tank top pairing over to her window. She opens the window, allowing her cute little bean that she calls her boyfriend into her room.

“Hi, love.” Harry flings his arms around his girl, and picks her up, spinning her around.

“Hi, baby cakes.” She gives him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry smiles so big his teeth show, which makes Y/N’s insides warm in a swarm of butterflies.

“I missed you.” Harry pouts, still holding his girl close to his body. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Y/N giggles, digging her face into his neck. She peppers a few kisses. “Baby it’s only been like three hours since we saw each other.”

“That’s far too long.” Harry replies seriously, no if ands or buts in his tone. Y/N loves how much he openly expresses how obsessed he is about her. It makes her obsession with him feel valid.

“Come lay with me, baby cakes. I want to snuggle.” Y/N requests, which Harry quickly agrees to.

Harry signals for Y/N to jump up and wrap her legs around him, which she does. He walks the two of them over to her bed, and falls back onto the mattress.

Y/N yelps, at what should be the expected action, but she can’t lie, it catches her off guard every time he does it.

Harry manages to pull her comforter from under the two of them, and tuck them under its warmth. Harry turns and drapes his legs over Y/N’s hip sighing in contemptment.

Harry basks in his lover’s presence. Harry can’t believe he found someone so perfect. He never expected her out of all people to come into his life, and stir up a storm.

Harry is the quarterback of the football team at his high school. He made varsity his freshman year, which is really hard to do, but Harry found a love for the sport at a young age, and has been playing his heart out ever since.

Harry knew who Y/N was because she was the little sister of his football captain from his freshman and sophomore year. He never paid much attention to her his first two years of high school, or at all really, but that is expected when you run in completely different crowds. Plus, Y/N’s brother never was really enthusiastic whenever he mentioned his sister, which was already a rare topic to bring up.

Harry was a bit of a playboy, getting action here and there. He hasn’t slept with a lot of girls, but he’s slept with good a few from his school which is enough to cause drama.

Y/N came out of nowhere, he saw her at a party, and for some reason that night out of all the nights his focus couldn’t leave her. His obsessive need to gaze at her turned into him getting the balls to go up to her and striking a conversation with the skater. He didn’t know what to talk about, but by a miracle they fell into conversation so easily it almost felt natural. What Harry wasn’t expecting that night was to hook up with the said girl he was talking to, but boy oh boy, did hooking up with her alter his brain chemistry in such a drastic way.

He became highly addicted to her that night, and since then his addiction hasn’t faded, in fact Harry would say it’s only grown.

“You’re so warm.” Harry slurs, smacking his lips together as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into his girlfriend's soft, plushy chest. Harry pets his hand over her hair, and notices a very different texture from the last time he touched it. He opens his eyes and stares in awe at his girl's new do. Her normal, shoulder length 4a texture black curls are now styled in box braids. The part Harry loves the most about her hairstyle is the piece of red threaded into some braids to add a pop of color. Harry’s tummy swirls at the little detail of her adding his favorite color into her hair. “Oh wow! Cherry baby, your hair looks beautiful!”

Harry is sincere with his words. He loves any time she gets a protective style. She always looks so pretty, and Harry loves the little confident boosts she gets with the change. She just glows a little extra with a fresh look, and Harry can’t help but to love it.

“You like?” Y/N runs her hands over her braids. She always loves how enthusiastic her man is whenever she changes her hair. He makes her feel pretty, which is a word she used to never really associate herself with.

“You know I do.” Harry pinches her smiling cheek, and pecs her lips. “You always look so pretty, no matter what, even when you hair is natural, and you have been too lazy to do it, so it all over the place because it’s so big and beautiful and wild, and you insistently call yourself a lion even though I think it’s ridiculous, you still look fucking pretty.”

Y/N doesn’t fight off the smile widening to a sickening width. She felt such a rush from his sweet words. He always knows exactly what to say to make her feel loved. “You’re the best, you know that?” Y/N says as she slings her body onto his more.

“I sure do, and you’re even better.” He says in a low whisper as he stretches his head forward, and kisses her jaw. “You’re all that and a bag of chip babe.”

“Don’t ride my dick too hard now baby cakes.” Y/N teases him. Harry scoffs, and looks at her almost offended. She giggles at her boyfriend’s silly face. He’s trying to look mad, but to her, he looks adorable.

“Don’t act like you don’t like when I ride your dick hard.” Harry playfully slaps Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s jaw drops, and she narrows her eyes in staring her boyfriend down, in a split second she grabs the stuffed red teddy bear Harry won her at the fair from behind her, and swings it over, hitting Harry right in the head.

Now it’s Harry who has his jaw dropped in shock. Harry lightly pushes her off of him, and quickly stands up from the bed. “You really want to go there, cherry?” Harry raises his brow in a challenging manner.

“Always.” She smirks. They both quickly arm themselves with a pillow. Their eyes are locked on each other, carefully watching the others movements, ready for the perfect time to attack.

They take slow steps in a circle. Both of them are slightly hunched over. Their senses are on high alert, both not wanting to miss a single movement or sound. Y/N’s heart is rapidly beating from anticipation, she’s awaiting whatever is to come.

Harry takes initiative, and starts to round her bed slowly. Y/N takes a step back, but lifts her pillow in position, ready at any moment to swing. Harry does the same, watching his girl for any attack she might try to make. One thing Harry loves about Y/N is how fiesty, and playful she is. She’s not afraid to get into a wrestling match with him, and go all out or to get her hands dirty, and do things that are deemed unladylike.

Harry nears her, and at the same time, the two lovers swing their pillows at each other, clashing them together. They both breakout in laughter as they hit each other with pillows repeatedly.

Y/N manages to get a hit in on the side of Harry’s head, at the same time Harry hits her in the side by her ribs. Y/N stumbles slightly at how powerful Harry’s hit was. Harry is naturally heavy handed from playing football his whole life. Even when he is trying to be gentle, there is still power behind his swings.

Y/N doesn’t mind at all, she is obsessed with how heavy handed he is. He always grabs her body so tight when they have sex, that there are sometimes indents. She loves staring at them whenever she gets the pleasure of having them littered all over her body. She loves how he takes control, basically manhandling her when they have sex.

Y/N twists her body so now the back of her legs are now facing the bed. The two of them are still attacking each other with their pillows. Another step back, and Y/N is tumbling backwards with a yelp. She shoots her hands down to catch herself. She falls with a bounce as she lets out a grunt. Harry takes the opportunity to jump on top, and straddle her waist. He is lightly hitting her with the pillow, and she is doing her best to defend herself from the hits.

They are stuck in a laughing fit, which oftentimes they find themselves in. They both know how to get the other one to laugh so effortlessly.

Harry has now stopped hitting her, and is now leaning forward to bury his head into her neck as he laughs. He gets a whiff of her familiar scent that drives him wild. Cocoa butter and vanilla has quickly become one of his favorite scents.

He’s even gone as far as to buy some candles that smell similar, which he lights in his room every night like a love sick fool.

Harry’s just properly obsessed with the skater. He loves her rich deep chocolate skin that’s always smooth, even when it’s littered in scrapes and bruises it’s still supple and soft.

He loves her caring eyes, and radiant smile that shoots volts of love up straight to his heart, making it speed up.

God, he’s in love.

“Fuck…baby cakes, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N struggles to say between her laughs. She’s trying her best to regain her composure since the laughs are now cramping up her stomach, causing a sharp pain to spread every time she giggles.

Harry rolls off of her, and plops down flat on the bed. The pair slowly calm down from their laughing fit. “Fuck, that was good.” Harry sighs out once he has fully settled.

“Sure was.” Y/N smiles, blindly reaching out to lace her fingers with her love. They both love physical touch. There is something about the heat of their skins so close together that makes them feel so full and whole. Sometimes a touch for them speaks more volume than words. It’s an unspoken action that tells them they are there for each other, no matter what.

Harry pulls the skater towards him. He grabs her chin softly, and twists her face to look at him dead in the eyes.

Harry leans forward, and teasingly brushes his lips over hers. The quick action shifts the entire aura of the room. The once playful environment is now ten degrees hotter, bubbling with lust.

Y/N chases Harry’s lips, and kisses him in a slow, heated frenzy. They moan into each other's mouths. Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and licks up the length of her tongue as their mouths connect.

Y/N’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. She lets out a strong puff of air through her nose, as she feels herself becoming worked up. “Baby.” Y/N can’t help but gasp as the back of her neck starts to feel warm. Her skin is becoming more alert and sensitive. Her hand which is still laced with his is starting to feel prickly.

Harry hums, satisfied by her gasp of pleasure. Harry loves making Y/N feel good. He loves spending his time in her room between her thighs, licking her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. Sometimes if he’s feeling especially ravenous, he’ll bring her to multiple orgasms just by his mouth.

He loves her pussy. It’s so soft and pretty. Harry never understands when his teammates talk about how pussy’s are confusing, and sometimes annoying to navigate.

Harry thinks if guys just took a few seconds to find the clit when they have sex, then he’s sure they would have less of a struggle.

Harry untangles his fingers with his girl, and grabs each side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to lift one of her legs up to straddle Harry’s lap.

As soon as her knees meet the bed, she puts all her weight on them. Instantly, Y/N breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck!” Y/N hisses in pain rolling off of Harry, back onto the side.

“What’s wrong?” Harry is quick to sit up to help assess the problem.

“My knees, I forgot I bruised them doing a trick last night at the park. Fuck, they hurt.” She explains, but ends up giggling at how silly she sounds. Harry joins in with her as well.

One guaranteed thing about Y/N is that most of the time she has bruised knees. She gets them from falling off her board. It’s not that Y/N is a bad skater and can’t stay on her board for the life of her because that is completely false. Y/N is a very daring person who loves to try out new tricks all the time. Trying out new things leads to injuries because she doesn’t know the best way to execute the trick yet.

No matter how many times Y/N falls, she gets back up and tries again until she can do it completely on her own, and have it practically mastered.

Harry adores it, and has been blessed with plenty of front row seats to Y/N in the zone, trying out a new trick, and he has seen her wipe out plenty of times. His heart sinks each time his love falls and gets hurt, but he knows she’s strong, and will be okay in the end.

“Awe, are you okay cherry baby?” Harry asks half seriously, half teasingly. He begins to crawl over her. His hands are planted on either side of his head. The cross necklace he wears on the daily dangling over her face which has her clenching her legs.

“Yes, I'm fine.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m annoyed though.” Y/N mumbles crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wanted to ride you, but my stupid fucking bruises got in the way…...again.” She pouts. Harry can’t stop the smile spreading on his face.

Y/N likes being on top sometimes. She loves bouncing on top of him as her boobs jump up and down with her movements. She loves looking down and seeing Harry’s face engrossed in her. She especially loves when Harry smacks her ass, demanding her to ride him faster. That’s fucking hot. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t happen that often because she always has some type of bruise on her knees.

“Love, just accept that you’re my pillow princess.” Harry wiggles his brows. “You know I love making you feel good too, don’t deny it.”

“I know you do.” Y/N sighs. “Don’t worry, I love it, but sometimes baby cakes, I just wanna ride you.”

“And don’t worry.” Harry leans down to kiss her forehead. “Your bruises will stop being so tender, and then you can, and I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Harry are very comfortable with each other. While talking about sex so casually might be weird for some people, it’s just how it is for the pair. They are never afraid to express their desires or simply just talk about it.

Y/N grins, and hooks her finger around her chain, and pulls him down. “Come here.” She purrs and connects their lips together.

Harry smiles into the kiss, and indulges in her plush lips. Y/N’s unoccupied hand runs down Harry’s chest, abs, stopping at the band of his sweats. Harry’s stomach twitches from her delicate touch. Harry feels his cock swelling in his boxers making him grow needy for his lover.

Harry grinds down against Y/N’s clothed pussy, and the two of them whimper at the same time. They always tend to be in sync with most things they do.

Y/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls him down to be closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to create a more heated friction between them.

Harry grunts into her mouth. He’s beginning to feel animalistic, primal, and hungry for his lover. She’s just so delectable it’s impossible to not become a mad man for her.

Harry can’t comprehend how he went so long without ever simply saying a word to her. She’s the dictionary definition of perfection, and Harry can’t help but feel smug that he got the best girl in the world to be his.

They continue to dry hump, and make out with each other. It’s always difficult for them to break away from kissing. Their lips just melt together into a perfect mix. Ruining it would just be borderline offensive.

Y/N’s hands scratch down Harry’s back, and up the sides of his torso. Her hands travel back down, and she tugs at the waistband of his pants.

“You want them off, love?” Harry mumbles against her lip. Y/N whimpers, and nods, desperate to have the constricting fabric out of the way.

Harry leans up on his hands, and works his pants down his legs. Y/N does the same with her jeans. She works the buckle of her black belt out of the loop, and undoes the buckle.

She pops the button on her pants, and hovers her body off the bed, under Harry as she kicks the fabric off of her legs. She quickly falls back down onto her bed with a squeak. Harry comes down, and latches his mouth onto her neck, and begins to nibble on her skin before sucking a red bruise on her skin.

“H, shit, you’re going to leave a mark.” Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s tattooed covered arm. She is extremely obsessed with the permanent pieces of art all over his body. He looks so hot when he fucks her brains out. She’s trying to convince him to get hand tattoos. If he got some hand tattoos, Y/N thinks she would faint from how sexy he would look.

She would want to be manhandled by him, she would want Harry to fully slut her out in the most vile ways possible. Fuck, Y/N wants that regardless, but Harry with a hand tattoo, chefs kiss in her mind.

Y/N sometimes thinks that people would be completely shocked if they knew what Y/N was like around her man. Most people see Y/N as a very dominant tomboy. Hell, some people were convinced Y/N was a lesbian, not saying she wouldn’t be opposed to eating pussy, but she loves dick, especially Harry’s.

Harry is a very dominant man, and Y/N is basically his pillow princess. At least that's what he calls her when he’s teasing her. Y/N secretly likes it because it’s true, she is his pillow princess, but she would never admit that to him.

“That’s the point.” Harry mumbles, settling his lips on a new part of her untouched neck. “Want you covered in my love bruises, don’t you want that cherry?” Fuck, the way he talks to her has her knees ready to fold at any moment.

Y/N pathetically nods her head. “Yes.” This man can make her fold at any given moment, it should be scary. Harry hums, and continues his attack on her neck. Y/N is becoming restless, she wants Harry to take her. She wants to feel the stretch of his cock pounding in and out of her as he calls her dirty names. She wants to be to feel her tits jiggle from how hard Harry will no doubt fuck her.

She wraps her legs around his waist again, and tries to pull him down. She needs some attention to her pussy now, or she’ll go crazy. “Please, H.”

Harry complies, and sinks his bulge into Y/N clothes pussy. She can feel how hard he is. She loves it. Y/N circles her hips to create a pattern of friction on her clit. “So desperate, love.” Harry tsks, as he bites down on her bottom lip, and pulls back, letting his teeth scrape along her skin.

“I want you.” She whines, her clit is starting to feel prickly from how turned on she’s becoming. Having her man so close yet so far is driving her mad. She claws for him to be closer to her. Harry smirks, latching his lips onto the underside of his girl's jaw, and giving it a soft suckle. Y/N nails dig into Harry’s arm as a chill spreads over her entire mouth and neck. Harry knows that spot is sensitive for her, and he loves feeling, seeing, and hearing her little reactions when he gives that spit attention.

“So sexy, love.” Harry purrs into her ears. He brushes her braids off her shoulder, so now they are splayed out on the bed. “Always so receptive to my touch. I’m obsessed.” Harry nips at her jaw, but never stops to suck on a patch. Y/N likes the quick little touches on her neck, over having Harry sit there a suck a hickey onto the expanse of her skin.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good hickey, but there is something about quick, sharp bites that has Y/N’s head stuck in a fog of need. “Just like that.” Y/N’s eyes fall shut, she focuses purely on the feeling of Harry on her body. His hands are smoothing up and down her sides, manhandling her skin.

“Baby loves when I bite her, yeah?” Harry bites particularly hard on Y/N’s sweet spot. Her back arches, and toes curl from the delicious sting wrapping around her neck. “Look at you, fucking dripping I bet.”

“Why don’t you check and see?” Y/N suggests in a single breath. She wants him to touch her so badly.

“You’d like that, huh? Me touching your aching pussy?” Harry teases his girl. He watches Y/N pout, and huff. She pretends to be annoyed or hate when he pulls at her heels a little, but in reality, her body shivers, and her pussy throbs when he talks to her like this. “Don’t pout.” Harry grips her jaw in one of his big, manly, strong hands. “You love it when I talk to you this way. The slut in you feeds off being berated.”

He’s right, so fucking right. She does love it, and that’s why she loves him because he knows her through and through. They were definitely made for each other. Y/N knows it’s the truth deep down in the pit of her soul. She feels the endless thread that attaches her heart to Harry’s. She knows he’s her forever, whether people like it or not.

“Touch me, please.” Y/N begs. Her cheeky red underwear which is still on is completely soaked. Harry smiles, and admires all the little nick marks decorating her neck. These marks will be gone by tomorrow, but Harry is more than satisfied with seeing them as they fuck.

“Awe.” Harry coos, blowing air into her ear. Y/N jolts in shock. Her ear tickles from the intrusion. “As you wish, my love.” Harry’s hand glides down, and grips Y/N’s underwear in his hand. He pulls the flimsy fabric down her legs, and throws them behind him, paying no mind to where they land.

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her lover's hand slides down her sticky slit, collecting a glob of her clear, stringy arousal, and circling it on the head of her clit. “H…baby.” Y/N brings one of her hands up to grip the back of Harry’s neck. Her legs already feel like jello, she quickly melting into a puddle. She subconsciously opens her legs wider, to give Harry more access to her pussy.

His fingers slip down to her entrance, and push two fingers into her. Y/N’s head is thrown back, her mouth drops open and a chorus of moans spill from her mouth.

“I don’t even need to finger you baby. If I wanted to, I could slam my cock right into you, and your pussy would stretch immediately to fit me because your pussy was made for me.” Harry curls his fingers up, hitting the squishy little pad deep inside her.

Y/N’s legs tremble, her belly starts to feel full with butterflies. She rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. His words spark all her nerve endings. She can hear how sloppy and wet her pussy is. She already knows what Harry is trying to do, she knows it all too well.

“H!” Y/N gasps, she feels her walls tightening around Harry’s fingers. Her hips are rolling involuntarily as she rides the sensation from Harry’s attack.

Harry places his thumb onto the head of her clit, and begins to circle the sensitive numb. “Look at you love, already so close.” Harry leans down to smother Y/N’s lips with his own. He pries her mouth open with his tongue, and gives her body all the attention it can possibly receive.

Fingers in her pussy, his thumb giving attention to her clit, his other hand occupies itself, twisting her nipples into hard, irritated peaks. His mouth covering hers, tongues clashing together, moans forming into one. It’s all perfect in Y/N’s eyes. She doesn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not for a second.

Y/N is caught off guard when she feels Harry’s lips leave hers, and move to her knees. He presses his puckered lips into each of her knees. “Poor, baby, your knees really are bruised.” He peppers a few more kisses on each knee. Y/N breaks out into a gentle smile in the midst of her belly coiling into a tight knot. “Look at you, so pretty for me, always.” He strokes her cheek, and uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down. “You gonna cum for me, love?”

She moans, his finger continues to hit the spongy flesh, which is swelling up inside of her throbbing pussy, ready to burst at any given moment. His fingers are aggravating it, almost egging it on to explode. “Yes!” Y/N moans in a response. Her body is gearing up, ready for the moment when her orgasm is going to tip over.

Harry adds a third finger, and speeds up his thrusts. His arm is starting to cramp, but he refuses to stop. His love is so close, he knows her body like the back of his hand from how many times they’ve fucked over the course of their relationship.

Harry is well aware that when Y/N’s pussy starts to clamp down on his fingers, trying to force them to fall out, she is close to an orgasm. He loves to make his love cum as many times as her body can take it. Usually it’s two times. Once with either his fingers, or Harry’s personal favorite is mouth, and then one from his cock.

He loves how her breathing changes as she’s approaching the end. She doesn’t moan too loud, it’s more of an organic, softer moan, and when she’s close, her moans get louder. All of her telltale signs are there. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my fingers. Your pussy is sopping wet, my fingers are sliding in you so easily, cherry.”

He watches the skater's chest shake as a response to his words. Her body is always so receptive to his touch. She’s not afraid to show it either, she loves showing Harry just how she feels. Harry adores her for that. She always pumps his ego up everytime they have sex. She’s so reactive to everything he does.

Harry brushes his own clothed cock over her leg, needing some relief. She is so beautiful, Harry could cum by looking at her.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N chants. Harry notices her back starting to arch off the bed. Her legs tense around his body. Harry knows she’s going to cum, and she does too.

Harry increases the speed of his thrust. The three fingers buried inside her pussy begin to slip out of her warm walls, from the force of her impending orgasm.

“Give it to me.” Harry growls. The arousal on his fingers, slowly trickles down his hands, leaving a mess. Harry pushes in and out a few more times, before Y/N’s moans are loud and clear. He can feel the bite of her nails that are dug into the back of his neck. “Cum on my hand, baby. Make a mess for me.”

A few more thrusts, and Harry’s fingers slip out of her pussy, and he moves them up to her clit, and vigorously runs them over the bud. He watches her pussy clench, before she spills white, creamy, cum from her pussy, along with a gush of clear liquid. His fingers were harsh and didn’t let up. More cream dribbles out of her pussy, down her ass crease. Her legs tremble and jolt, in shock of her orgasm.

Harry slows down his movements, until he comes to a complete stop. He slips his cum covered fingers into his mouth, tasting his love. “Mmmm, so sweet, like you always are.” Harry twists his body to dig into her bedside table, and grabs a condom out of a box, which he put in there for whenever he was over at her place.

Harry shoves his boxers off his legs. His cock springs free with a bounce. The head of his cock is red, and angry. He’s starving to feel her. He opens the packet, and pulls out the slippery rubber. He lines the condom up to his tip, as he’s done many times before, and rolls it down the length of his cock.

He lines his cock up with her creamy entrance, and in one fluid thrust, he fills her up completely. Y/N chokes, and starts to sputter nonsense from the unexpected intrusion. “Jesus baby, my cocks already got you this dumb, and I only just pushed inside of you.” Harry clicks his tongue, and shakes his head.

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist. Everytime they fuck it feels cosmic. Their bodies meld to each other like a perfect puzzle. They know one another like the back of their hand. Harry was right about Y/N’s pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his length. Her pussy is firm around his cock, keeping a good squeeze.

He pounds into his love at a fervor pace. His hips swivel and roll into her. Y/N looks disheveled below him. Her edges are starting to frizz slightly, and her skin is glistening. Harry's face is no doubt flushed red, and the curls hanging over his forehead are starting to stick to his skin from how sweaty he’s becoming.

“This pussy is perfect, fuck!” Harry snaps his hip forward. His body now is up right, tugging one of Y/N’s legs to drape over his shoulder, whilst her other leg hangs loosely around his waist.

“You fuck me so good.” She croaks out. Her nails are gripping her blanket under her for dear life as Harry pumps himself in and out of her. Y/N’s breath hitches as Harry changes the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills her pussy up, stretching her walls. He drives into her at a violent pace. Harry’s balls hit Y/N’s ass with each thrust, causing her boobs to jump up and down.

Harry holds Y/N’s leg tight to his body. He stares down at his love as he slips a hand down between the two of them, giving her clit attention once again. Y/N body erupts in goosebumps. Her body is feeling warm and electric.

“No shit I fuck you good.” Harry spits, speeding up his pace. “Your body can’t stop shaking, baby. I know you’re getting close again.” Harry is pushing Y/N over the edge. She feels her pussy flutter, readying up for her incoming orgasm.

Harry is circling her clit in an addictive pattern. He applies just the right amount of pressure to make her quickly near her end. “You’re going to make me cum, H.” She warns him, making sure to jut out her bottom lip.

All of Harry’s blood rushes to his cock. Her innocent delivery of her filthy words does a number on Harry and his head. Harry grabs each of Y/N’s legs at the bend of her knee. He spreads her legs apart, and holds them in place. “Taking me so well. Your pussy’s perfect.”

Y/N belly is starting to feel full, and tight. The tips of her ears feel like they are on fire. She knows she is going to cum at any moment. “H, I’m really…fucking…close.” She rasps between thrusts. She’s spilling breathy moans from her mouth as Harry pounds into her.

Harry is starting to feel his own orgasm approaching. His muscles are tightening, his balls feel heavy, and his cock is starting to spasm inside of her.

Y/N squirms from her body feeling restless. Harry watches his lover, as she shuts her eyes, and throws her head back. Her back is starting to arch, and Harry can feel her walls slowly clenching around him. “H…” She warns in a whine.

“I know baby, fuck me too, let go, love, fucking cream all over me.” Only a few more thrusts, and the two lovers are cumming together. Harry throws his head back, tilting his face up to the ceiling. Y/N’s back fully, arches off the bed. Harry spills strings of his cum into the condom, while Y/N’s pussy convulsions and contracts around, no doubt leaking more cream.

Harry slows his thrust down, helping them ride out their orgasms. Once the two of them have both fully settled, Harry pulls out of her, and removes the condom from his length. He ties it in a knot, and makes his way over to her bathroom to throw the condom away. While in the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it before heading back out.

Y/N is laying on the bed. Her legs are straight out infront of her, and her hands are resting on her belly. “Open up.” Harry taps Y/N’s thigh to get her to spread her legs apart. She complies and does as he asks.

Y/N hisses, to which Harry leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of her thigh. “I know, love.” Harry murmurs, keeping his attention focused on what is in front of him.

“Hey, Harry?” He hears the skater call for him.

“What’s up baby?” He asks, folding, and setting the washcloth to the side. He crawls back onto the bed, and lays himself next to her, with his elbow propped up, and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

Y/N scoots her body to press herself close to Harry. Harry wraps an arm around her back, and cuddles her close. “You want to take a nap and then go to the skate park after with me?”

Harry smiles, already in love with the idea. “Yeah, sounds like a plan cherry.” The two of them quickly fall asleep after, holding each other close, never intending to let go.

[boatzandhoez]

Caught My Attention

In which Y/N wants Harry’s attention, but he’s too engrossed in his homework, so Y/N finds the perfect way to get him to take a break

warnings: smut

Check out more here xxx

(5.9k+ words)

Harry and Y/N have been going out for about a week now. They have yet to make it public at school, or told any of their friends because they want to enjoy the first part of their new found relationship together by themselves.

They don’t want any opinions, any looks, any talk. They want none of it for right now at least. If Y/N is being honest, she is more than okay going public but still keep their relationship to themselves in a sense, but she knows Harry is an adorable nervous ball, and it would have been way too soon to go public right away.

That hasn’t stopped Y/N from seeing her man every single day without fail. Y/N has invited Harry over to her house every single day after school.

Some days they spend only an hour together so their friends don’t become suspicious, and other days they spend nearly 12 hours together getting to know one another.

Y/N is obsessed with Harry. He’s not only cute, but extremely smart. Harry explained to Y/N that he has tourette’s, and that’s why he stutters so much the very first time they hung out. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t weirded out by his stutter, so he felt telling her why he has one right away was the right thing to do.

She didn’t pay much mind to his revelation. She shrugged her shoulders and went on to talk about her favorite stores to shop at.

She disregarded Harry’s words almost in a way, and that made Harry feel…happy. She’s the first person to not make a big deal, or make fun of his disorder. She treats him like he’s normal, and he loves it.

She has yet to be over at his house, but she doesn’t mind, Harry says that his house is much smaller than hers and has less privacy for them.

Y/N doesn’t mind smaller, she wished the house she lived in was smaller. It was hard for Y/N to grow up basically alone in a big house.

Y/N has an older brother who is fourteen years older than her. He moved out when he was eighteen to university, and then began his life after. He left Y/N behind. It hurts to say that she doesn’t really know her big brother all that much.

With all of that being said, Y/N is obsessed with having Harry up in her room. He look so fucking cute sitting in her plush pink bedspread. Y/N is definitely one of those light pink, baby blue, lavender, pale yellow, kinds of girls.

She would say aesthetically she lives the princess kind of life. She loves everything: skirts, flowy dresses, pleated tops, wide pants, and matching sets, Y/N loves a good matching set. Think of going to brunch dressed slightly extra. That’s Y/N.

Y/N loves how easily Harry has become a part of her routine, he’s still a shy nervous ball, but he’s definitely showing a side to him she knows nobody gets to see, and that makes her feel smug.

Harry is very open to doing things with Y/N such as painting her nails, doing face masks, letting her clean up his eyebrows to perfection, letting Y/N do a fashion show for him, watching chick flicks, especially The Notebook, letting her teach him how to do different hairstyle on her hair, and many other little thing that feel like a dream.

Y/N is equally receptive of the things Harry says or wants to do like talk about his favorite cartoons, or the tv show friends, play video games on his PS4 he brings with him to hook up to her tv, she listens to him talk about something he finds fascinating, or tell her a story from history. Y/N has learned Harry is really into History.

He’s like an archive of endless facts. Harry can give her facts from any random time in History in a fully flushed out story. Y/N can’t help but to stare up at him almost lovingly when he shares something with her.

She is crazy about him, there's no doubt in her mind about that. She can only think about him, when she’s with her friends all she wants to do is gush about the curly hair boy. When she hears Conner or anyone else run their mouths about him, she feels her fist clench, and feels a dire need to punch the living shit out of whoever was talking shit about her man.

Y/N has always been a very protective person. People can say whatever they want about her, and it won’t bother her one bit, but as soon as someone does something to hurt a person she cares about, even if it’s only a little, she’ll go ballistic, ready to destroy the suspect.

It’s been driving her mad, not being able to do anything about the relentless torture that her angel baby goes through. She knows one day she’ll pop, she knows deep down she won’t be able to hold back for long, and when that time comes, whoever is on the other side better pray for their life that they live to see another day.

Y/N and Harry are currently lounging in her room. Y/N’s back is pressed into an array of fluffy white, and blush pink pillows. She has her phone in hand, scrolling through her instagram feed. Her legs are draped over the back of Harry’s legs. Harry is laying belly down, horizontally to her. He is propped up on his elbows, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, working on the last of his homework for the week. Well, more so getting all of his Monday homework done so he doesn’t have to stress about it over the weekend.

It’s Friday, in the evening. The sun is slowly setting. Harry had arrived at her house maybe a half hour ago. They haven’t spoken much yet, Harry went straight into working on his last bit of homework.

Y/N grows bored scrolling through her phone. She huffs and sets it aside. She crosses her arms over her chest, and raises a brow up at Harry. He doesn’t see her. She pouts wanting some attention from her boyfriend.

Harry pays no mind to her sulking on the side as he is too focused on the material below him. Y/N squints her eyes, sizing him up. Usually her pouting will get her exactly what she wants with no questions asked, so how is it possible that Harry ignored…her?”

That’s one way to humble a person

Y/N realizes quickly that if she wants to have her angel baby’s attention she’s going to need to up her game. An idea pops in her head, and she knows exactly what to do.

Y/N removes her legs from on top of Harry’s, and crawls over to him. She leans down, and presses her lips to the back of his ear once she is close enough to him. Harry’s breath hitches immediately, and Y/N knew her plan was working.

“Darling.” Harry gasps, he immediately stops working on his maths and freezes from the tenderness of the queen bee’s lips. Harry still cannot wrap his head around the fact that he is dating the queen bee, and how every guy wants her, but she wants him.

Harry has never felt more special in his life. Usually he feels like the background character in every aspect of his life, but Y/N sure knows how to make him feel like a cherished star. He’s enamored by everything about her, from her silly little facts, hobbies, to serious topics.

If Harry had long hair, he’d probably twirl it thinking about her. She’s just so fascinating, and nothing like he expected. Especially the fierce side. He’s never heard someone so casually say ‘I want to beat their teeth into their skull’. She says that every time she tells him about something she heard from someone who was speaking rudely about him.

Y/N’s lips, send a zip of tingles down Harry’s spine. His mouth is bone dry, unprepared for the delicious attack. His brain scrambles from bliss. “W-w-what are y-you doing?”

“Nothing.” Y/N drags out her words as she continues to pepper kisses all over Harry’s neck and cheek. “I just want some attention from you. Pay attention to me.” She puffs out her lower lips, to hopefully break him into giving her what she wants.

“I—I.” Harry doesn’t know what to say. Usually he would be insistent on completing his homework, but right now, he is finding it difficult to deny her when she looks like a kicked puppy. “M–m—my h-homework.” Harry points down at the paper below him.

“Can’t it wait baby?” Y/N presses him on. She just wants some lovin’ even if it’s in the form of cuddling and watching a short episode of a tv show. “You need a break, baby. You’ve been at it for a while now.” She’s hoping her words will sway him into doing as she’s asked.

“I…I don’t k–know?” Harry is wary. He’s never done anything like this before. Normally, he will cram through his homework in one sitting. Sure, it strains his head a bit at times, but it’s worth it in the end when it’s all done and Harry can just breathe. “I’m almost done, just like—like t-th—thirty more minutes.”

Y/N grabs her boyfriend's face in her hands, and holds it in a tight grip, forcing him to look her dead in the eyes. “Angel, you need a break.” She watches Harry’s cheeks warm to a rosy shade of strawberry pink. She’s loved how her nickname for him makes him react. She knows he loves it, whether he does yet, or not. “It’s okay to let your brain rest for a little, and what better way than to do that with me!”

“Let m–m–me finish, and then I-–I will give y–you a–a–a–all the attention.” Harry’s nerves are spiking, not from fear of how she would react from his persistent denial, but more nervous on how each time she keep pressing on, and saying something else, he gets closer, and closer to saying fuck the homework, and put all of his attention on his girlfriend.

Y/N feels her fists starting to clench. Y/N has definitely met her match when it comes to getting what she wants, when she wants it. She’s never met anyone who would dare fight her on a request even for a second, but that’s why she just likes Harry so much. He’s not afraid no matter how fearful he may look. He’s standing up for himself, even to her, and that’s admirable, but right now it’s fucking annoying.

Now, she is thinking of a change of course. How does she get Harry to do what she wants without having to continue this back and forth game they are playing right now? Harry is staring at her, clearly waiting for her next words. She glances down at his lips, and can’t help but to ogle at how yummy they look…and that’s when her idea pops in her head.

If she wants his attention, she’s going to have to get it the hard way.

She scoots closer to him, their noses bumping into each other. Harry is thrown off, confused on what exactly she is trying to do. She leans in and presses her lips to his. Harry’s eyes widen, but he quickly reciprocates.

Harry has learned many things about the queen bee this past week. He’s learned she loves the scent of lavender over roses even though she loves the color pink. He’s learned she has a healthy addiction to sunglasses. Her collection is insane. He’s learned she likes doing self care activities almost every night. He’s learned a lot, but the one that sticks out the most, and maybe because it is secretly his favorite. Y/N loves to kiss.

Every time he comes over, they make out. If they only have an hour, they spend at least fifteen minutes sitting there loving all up on each other's lips. If they have a lot of time, like today, they will have multiple make out sessions. Harry doesn’t mind kissing her one bit, actually it’s honestly one of his favorite things to do period.

The tenderness, and care she bleeds into each kiss they’ve ever shared warms his belly up like he just drank hot soup on a chilly winter day. The kiss gives him a wave of trembles from how pleasurable it is to make out with her. He especially loves when she slips her tongue into his mouth, and rubs hers all over his sloppily, creating little strings of slobber from their clumsiness.

Harry’s eyes shut, and he becomes focused on keeping up with the queen bee’s ambush. He didn’t expect her to do this, but he should have known better. There’s nothing else he can do but immerse himself in the gratification. Her pillow soft, puffy lips, moves over Harry’s with such ease, and dominance. She places both her hands on either shoulder, and pushes Harry down flat on his back.

Harry gasps as his back suddenly meets the comforter below him. He feels the queen bee’s body shift, and straddles himself over his waist, sitting right on top of his growing bulge. The queen bee leans forwards and lays her chest flat against his, the bottom of her ass is now barely grazing the top of his hard on. Her movements make Harry whimper from how sensitive he feels.

Harry’s had sex before, it was one time when he was fifteen, away at camp, there was a girl there that he thought was pretty, and she was smart too. She noticed that Harry had a small crush on her, and decided to use that to get to know him. Harry didn’t know the girl back then at camp harbored the same crush on him. Harry really doesn’t see just how beautiful he is. There is no denying that Harry is a work of handcrafted art. Harry and the girl would sneak around per her request to kiss and feel the thrill of being horny teenagers sneaking around when they aren’t supposed to be out. One day she wanted to have sex, and Harry couldn’t find it in him to say no. They ended up doing it, and Harry quickly found out that he was very sensitive.

The girl liked sneaking around and giving him blow jobs. Her favorite thing was to force him to cum twice, just with her mouth. It was easy for Harry since he gets worked up so easily. Harry will say though he’s never been this sensitive before. One little touch from the queen bee has Harry fighting for his life to stop his legs from shaking.

They haven’t done anything more than kissing, maybe dry humping here and there, but they keep it PG-13 for the most part. The queen bee tilts her head to the side, to press her lips deeper into Harry’s. His hands flung up, and gripped her back in surprise. His neck is being stretched, as he is being dominated over with the kiss.

The queen bee slips her tongue into his mouth, and seals their lips together, taking a moment to twirl, glide, and rub her tongue all over his. She rolls her hips once it becomes more heated. She’s moaning, which has Harry bucking his hips up without even registering what he was doing.

Y/N’s eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. Feeling Harry’s hard, thick cock under her slick clothed pussy is making her feel deranged. His thrust up caused her to squeeze her legs around his hip. She didn’t expect the kiss to get heated like this, but Y/N isn’t mad at it whatsoever. Y/N tests the waters again, and rolls over his bulge. Harry whines into her mouth, and she swallows it along with all of the kisses.

Her lips are beginning to feel numb, like when you put on a plumping lip gloss, or you eat something spicy and it gets all over your lips. She’s kissing Harry so hard, she wouldn’t be surprised if she were to have purple splotches all over her lips after they are done. She feels Harry’s legs tremble under hers. She’s noticed this every time they have made out. Usually they aren’t in this very position. Normally Harry’s back is leaning against her headboard, and she is straddling his waist.

She wonders if Harry will let her do anything to him. The kiss is working her up, but not in the way where she wants to receive pleasure. No, she’s worked up in the way where she is antsy to give her angel all of the attention in the world, and show him what it's like to have passionate pleasure. Y/N plays with Harry’s tongue more. Her hips start to pick up a pattern of rolling in a fluid motion. Her speed increases quickly as her mind can’t stop thinking about doing something to Harry.

Y/N knows what she wants, she wants Harry’s cock down her throat. She wants to feel the weight of his cock on her jaw. She wants slobber to drip from her mouth. She wants tears to pour out of her eyes. She wants her mouth to feel sore, and in pain. She wants to gag, having to force her mouth open, just to be able to take him. She wants to struggle to breathe from a violent pace. Y/N wants her mouth to be completely and consensually violated by her boyfriend's cock.

Y/N pulls away from the makeout session. “Can I suck your cock.” Y/N asks, not even waiting to catch her breath. She wants it, and she wants it now, only if Harry wants to of course.

“W-w-what?” Harry’s mind feels hazy. One second they were intensely making out, and the next she’s asking a question, which Harry isn’t sure if he hallucinated her asking or not. One thing Harry will say however, is that he feels his cock becoming tighter in his pants.

“Can I suck your cock?” Y/N restates her question with a much clearer voice, oozing with confidence. Harry’s cheeks warms up from the question. He can’t believe what he's hearing, but she is his girlfriend, he just didn’t think she wanted that so early on.

“You w-w-want t–to suck my c—c–c-cock?” Harry stutters out. He’s caught so off guard that his usual minimal stuttering when he is around her is gone, and normal Harry around strangers is out right now.

Y/N nods her head. “Yeah, I want to. Do you want me to H? I would love to do it.” She wants him to say yes, but she also wants him to be one hundred and ten percent sure that he wants to be intimate with Y/N like that.

Harry runs her words through his brain a few times to make sure he really heard what she just said correctly. Once he registers that he did, the red of his cheeks explode all over his entire face. Harry’s belly feels hot and gooey like liquid fudge. Harry can’t lie and say he doesn’t want to because while he might be nervous for her to see him like this, he also wants to experience this with her. “Okay.” Harry nods his head.

A smile reaches Y/N’s face. “Okay as in yes?” She lifts a single brow up, giving him a questioning stare. He’s curious what she’s trying to do here. He thought she would understand what he meant right away, and by the look on her face he assumes she does. Harry doesn’t say anything right away, he blinks staring up at her.

It soon dawns on Harry that she is waiting for him to say something. “Okay as in yes.” He repeats her words, but saying it as a statement rather than a question. Harry might be slightly nervous, but the way his cock is solid as a rock in his pants is a clear sign that he wants it more than anything.

Y/N smirks, and slides off his waist. She pats the bed behind her, telling him to lean his back against the headboard. Harry shuffles around, and gets cozy in the vast array of pillows behind him. Y/N crawls towards Harry slowly. She’s currently wearing a tight fitting white long sleeve crop top, and a pair of baby pink biker shorts. She also has on a pair of white Nike check socks.

Y/N settles herself on her knees, and leans forward. She pops open the button of Harry’s pants, and slowly pulls the zipper down. She grips the waistband of his pants, and tugs downwards, sliding them off his legs. Harry lifts his butt to help the queen bee take his pants off.

Harry feels an instant wave of insecurity once his pants are off leaving him in just his boxers. Harry feels like his legs are too skinny, and he looks wimpy. He has no muscles really defining his body at all. He’s more skin and bone. What if Y/N finds if ugly, and regrets becoming his girlfriend.

“Harry, what's wrong?” The queen bee asks, concern written all across her face. Harry didn’t realize the queen bee had noticed that Harry was inside his head. Instead of lying, and brushing it off like usual, he decides to voice his insecurities.

“D-d-don’t y-you think I l–l–look silly?” He asks, fiddling with his thumbs, looking down at his lap as he anxiously awaits her response.

“What do you mean silly?” The queen bee’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Harry wasn’t sure what she was confused about, he thinks it’s pretty obvious what he is alluding to.

“My l-legs, th–they look s—s–silly. They’re skin-ny, p-p-pale, and w-w–we-weak.” Harry scratches at his skin to distract himself from all the anxiety he’s feeling.

Y/N doesn’t say anything. She thinks her boyfriend is absolutely crazy for saying all of that nonsense, but instead of simply telling him that she decides to do something else to kick everything up a notch.

Y/N pulls down her biker shots, and throws them on the ground. She’s left in a white thong that looks unbelievably beautiful on her. Harry is starstruck by the sight in front of him, but also caught completely off guard. “If you have to show an insecurity of, then I’ll show mine. My thighs are thick, and rub together, I have subtle hip dips, stretch marks and I’m more of a chubby body type. I couldn't wear low-rise pants if I was going to go crazy with eating because when I do, my stomach bloats a lot.” Y/N laughs as she rambles on.

A smile creeps onto Harry’s face. He feels his heart beat faster in his chest, just like every other time she’s made him feel special. She has this way of reassuring him that makes his whole world feel at ease. No one has been able to get Harry out of his head, and make him feel secure so quickly before, but Y/N so selflessly is patient to show Harry that he is an amazing person.

“You’re beautiful Y/N.” Is all Harry can muster up to say in response.

“You’re beautiful Harry.” Y/N says back leaning in, and pecking his lips. “Now that we have that out the way, can I suck your cock now?” Y/N pleads kissing the curve of his neck.

“P-please.” Harry begs in a whine. Y/N quickly pulls on Harry’s boxers, removing the last piece of fabric that is confining his cock. His long thick hard cock springs free, and stands tall against Harry’s belly. Pre cum dribbles down his red, needy length. Y/N’s jaw drops slightly at how beautiful his cock is. Y/N would have never guessed that Harry was this big. Harry is definitely the biggest she’s ever seen, and the biggest she’s about to take down her mouth.

Y/N wraps her manicured hand around his length. She applies pressure, squeezing her hand which has Harry jolting from the overwhelming sensitivity. “You’re so big.” Y/N purs, swiping her thumb over Harry bright red, irritated tip. Harry hisses, kissing his lips to his teeth. Y/N uses his pre cum to lubricate his length. Once his cock is slick, she starts to pump her hand up and down in a torturously slow pace. “How did I get so lucky?”

Harry is shocked by the queen bee’s words. She thinks she’s lucky to be with him. This makes Harry’s chest tingle, and his belly to slosh around with glee. Harry finds it funny because he thinks he’s the lucky one to be her.

Harry pinches his eyes shut and throws his head back. Harry feels a burn starting to form in his lower back. His balls are starting to feel heavy, and ache. He’s so sensitive that even at a pace that should prevent someone from cumming is doing the complete opposite. Any attention given to his cock usually sparks an incoming orgasm.

The queen bee picks up her pace. Harry loves how soft and delicate her hand feels. He loves how it’s gentle, but moving with hunger. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his whiny moans. The last and only girl he’s ever been sexual with told him that his constant moans and whining is a bit of a turn off.

“Baby, look at me.” He hears the queen bee demand in a quiet and sweet tone. Harry lifts his head back up, and opens his eyes. He’s looking at her through a cloud of water forming in his eyes. His body is starting to become hot. His neck especially feels like it’s on fire, and the heat is trickling up to his ears. “I can tell you’re holding back your moans. Let them out, I want to hear you.”

Harry’s head tilts to the side. His face contorts into pleasure, as he silently moans as the queen bee palm circles over Harry’s tip. His stomach clenches, and knots. “D-don’t you think y-you’ll be a–a–annoyed by my moans?” Harry pants out his question. Insecurity filling his body head to toe.

The queen bee shuffles closer to Harry. So close that their lips are brushing over each other. “Do you seriously believe that I would find your moans annoying?” She questions him, her voice firm, standing her ground. Harry hesitantly nods his head. The queen bee's grip on his cock tightens. “That’s the dumbest thing you have ever thought of in your life. I want to hear them, baby. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. So I’m going to go down on you, and I want your eyes on me, moaning whenever you need to, okay?”

Harry nods his head again, but the queen bee gives him a pointed look, narrowing her eyes into slits. “Y-yes, I unders-stand.” Harry corrects himself, leaving the queen bee pleased. She leans forward, and molds her lips to his. She gives him tender kisses as she strokes him up, and down, twisting her wrist, and applying pressure at the perfect time.

Her lips kiss down Harry’s cheek, nipping his jaw, and stopping to suck a little spot on his neck right under his ear. She gives him smooches down the expanse of his neck, before pulling off, and shuffling back on her knees. She lays her chest down so it’s flushed to her mattress. Her ass is arched up in the air, giving something for Harry to drool at. She tucks her hair behind her ears and hovers her lips over his sticky tip.

Y/N isn’t lying when she says she’s in awe of Harry’s cock. She truly never in her life has been graced with such a big cock. Y/N has hooked up with a good handful of people since she was sixteen. She’s eighteen now, and has never had a boyfriend because no man has ever captured her attention in the slightest past some good old fashioned sex. Y/N definitely has her skeletons in her closet with some of her hookups. The age range of men she’s let fuck her has been very diverse. She’s hasn’t fucked a crazy amount of people, but it’s more than what can fit on her two hands, only by a little.

So out of all the boys and men she’s fucked, not a single one of them were as big or as thick as Harry’s. Y/N legs instantly felt slippery. Her pussy got so wet from looking at his cock for the first time. It only got worse, once whatever insecurity Harry has about letting go and moaning freely, she became so turned on. He’s so whiny. He doesn’t grunt like a dominant wild animal, he whimpers, softly like an elegant swan you want to praise.

She can tell from being with him every day that Harry has more of a feminine energy around him. He doesn’t bleed testosterone and top dog macho energy, he bleeds willow trees blowing in the wind, a pond reflecting sunlight making it sparkle, soft grass that you want to dance bare feet on, and tiny flower petals suck in the strands of your hair. That’s Harry. He’s not afraid to let Y/N do what is seen as girly things to him. He welcomes it, and oftentimes will ask to try on her. One time Y/N wanted to practice winged eyeliner, so she asked Harry to be her canvas. After fifteen minutes of the two of them giggling as she tried new styles on him, he asked if he could do it on her. Her belly filled with butterflies at how willing he was to do things that she liked, and try for himself. No man has ever done that for her before, and that’s why Harry is her boyfriend and not anyone else.

Y/N can’t wait any longer. She collects saliva in her mouth, and spits directly onto Harry’s tip. She goes right for it, sticking her tongue out, and giving his slit a slobbery lick. Harry hisses and whimpers from her one little lick. She feels his legs tremble slightly under her. She peers up, connecting instantly with his sparkly green eyes that she dreams about in her slumber. “You’re a sensitive thing, aren’t you?”

Harry shamelessly nods, not giving a fuck if he looks desperate or not. Y/N grins, and goes back down, giving his slit another lick. She keeps her eyes connected with his as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. Her mouth is already stretched to the point she can feel the pull in her lips. She lowers her mouth, flattening her tongue along the length of his cock. She uses her hand to work the exposed part of his length.

Harry moans, as she pulls up, and goes back down. His eyes struggle to stay on the queen bee’s but looking at her makes the feeling of satisfaction stronger. His back is already burning, and he feels a clamp deep in his tummy. He’s only gotten head from one other person, but he’s confident in thinking that Y/N is the best person he’s ever gotten, and will ever get head from. He was ready to burst from the first lick. She has him enchanted completely under her spell.

Each time the queen bee pulls up, she takes more of his length into her mouth as she goes back down. He hears the queen bee moan, and the vibration sends a shock wave up Harry’s spine. His hands move on their own flying into the queen bee’s hair, and gripping the hair at her root tightly for some leverage.

“Y/N, oh my God!” Harry yelps as he feels the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. His mouth hangs open, as an airy warmth fills his stomach, and the pinch becomes tighter. The queen’s bee’s hand that was around his length is replaced by her mouth. He hears her gag as she takes his entire length into her mouth. He feels a hand squeeze his balls, causing a whimper to fall from his mouth.

The queen bee’s head bobs up and down. She swallows every time his cock hits the back of her throat. Drool coats Harry’s and the queen bee’s mouth. Gags and gurgles fill Harry’s ears. The queen bee’s eyes are flowing with tears from the constant irritation to her gag reflex. His legs are starting to become prickly. The muscles contract and lock in place getting ready for his incoming orgasm.

Y/N can feel Harry’s cock twitching in her throat. His breathing is heavier, and whimpers fall from his mouth like a broken record. She loves how hard he is gripping her hair. It makes her want to slide her thong to the side, and slip Harry’s dick right into her needy pussy.

That’s for another time

Y/N nipples rub against the fabric of her shirt. She gags from Harry’s cock which is buried deep in mouth. She stops, and sucks, running her tongue along all of his veins. Her tears drip onto Harry’s v-line. Harry’s body is shaking, his cock is twitching, and sweat is starting to bead up by his hairline. She knows good and well that her angel is going to cum soon.

“Y/N I-I’m not going to—to last!” Harry warns with a pant. His body is so hot, that his shirt is starting to stick to his back. The burn at the base of his back is spreading to his thighs, and trickling down his legs. “I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Y/N goes up and down three more times, before shoving her head all the way down, her nose digging into the trimmed hairs right above his cock.

His cock is so big and so deep in her throat that it is curved, nearly touching her esophagus to fit all the way in her mouth. She swallows, and with that Harry lets out one loud whine before ropes of warm, gooey cum shoots into her mouth and coats the wall in her throat. She moans at the feeling of his cum dripping down to her belly slowly. He doesn’t stop either, he keeps dumping his cum into her mouth. He doesn't stop panting, whining, or whimpering the whole time.

Harry is seeing stars by the time he has fully ridden out his orgasm, and is beginning to soften in her mouth. He feels the queen bee pull up and off. His mind feels shuffled and slurred. His head feels light, his brain is hazy. He feels lips press into his cheek, but Harry is so far gone from the orgasm he just experienced that he’s not sure if he imagined it, or if she’s really kissing him.

His haze is cleared when he feels her lips pressing against his, giving him gentle smooches. He feels Y/N gently tuck him back into his boxers as she continues to give him kisses even if he’s too out of his head to reciprocate them.

Y/N gives him one last sloppy kiss before pulling away, and petting her hand through his mop of curls. “Now you can get back to studying.”