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The tension in the villa exploded the moment Sophia made her choice, leaving Harry and Y/N standing at opposite sides of the fire pit, each looking as if the ground had been pulled from beneath them. The chime of Y/N’s phone only amplified the shock. Her hands trembled as she read the text aloud.
“Y/N, as you are now single, you are in jeopardy of leaving the villa. Your fate will be revealed tomorrow. #JeopardyOnTheHorizon #SingleAndSearching.”
Gasps echoed in the night air. Y/N’s voice wavered but didn’t crack, even as she sat back down on the bench, her head spinning. She wasn’t mad at Harry—this wasn’t his doing. But the shock of it all—the sudden shift, the possibility of leaving, the blatant disrespect—left her shaken to her core.
As soon as the recoupling ended, the villa erupted into chaos. Chloe was the first to march across the fire pit, her fury palpable as she got in Sophia’s face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Chloe snarled, her voice echoing. “Seriously, what do you get out of this? You knew Harry was with Y/N. Everyone knew! What was the point? To make yourself look pathetic?”
Amber wasn’t far behind, crossing her arms and glaring. “Honestly, Sophia, was this your big plan? To play the villain? Because congrats, it worked.”
Sophia shrugged, her expression annoyingly calm. “It’s a game, isn’t it? Harry’s a free man, and I made my choice. Don’t be bitter because I’m playing it better.”
“Better?” Chloe’s voice rose. “You’ve literally just made an enemy out of every girl in this villa.”
Amber nodded sharply. “And every guy, for that matter. Good luck trying to make friends after this.”
From the boys’ side, Callum spoke up, his voice cold. “That was low, Sophia. Everyone can see through it. If you think Harry’s just going to fall into your lap, you’re deluded.”
Lucas cut in, his voice sharp. "Think you're being clever, do you? Breaking up something real like that? Well, here's the truth—Harry's head wasn't turned at all. You're just causing drama for the sake of it."
Sophia’s calm façade cracked slightly as she glanced around at the glares from the group. “Why are you all acting like I’ve committed a crime? It’s a game.”
“No, it’s people’s feelings,” Chloe spat. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Meanwhile, Harry moved toward Y/N, who was still seated on the bench, her face pale but composed. He crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch her.
“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I swear to you, this wasn’t what I wanted. I told her I didn’t—”
“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice steady but quiet. She looked at him, her eyes filled with shock rather than anger. “I know it wasn’t you. I’m not mad at you.”
His shoulders sagged in relief, but guilt still lingered in his expression. “You believe me?”
“I do,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t see this coming. I don’t even know what to think right now.”
Harry nodded, his hands finally reaching for hers. “We’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not giving up on us.”
Their conversation was cut short by Chloe’s sharp voice. “Oi, Sophia, if you think you’re getting away with this, think again!”
The group had fully turned against Sophia now. Even Max, who often stayed out of the drama, shook his head. “You crossed a line, Sophia. There’s no coming back from this.”
Ian’s voice cut through the chaos in his usual dry tone. “Well, Sophia’s big move didn’t quite land the way she thought it would. It’s like trying to light a sparkler in a hurricane—good luck with that, love.”
Sophia, realizing she was completely outnumbered, huffed and walked off toward the villa, her heels clicking sharply against the stone.
The group began to disperse, but the damage had been done. Y/N was left sitting by the fire pit, Harry by her side, both of them processing the night’s events. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice low.
“You’re not leaving. I won’t let that happen.”
Y/N gave him a small smile, though her eyes still betrayed her nerves. “Let’s just see what tomorrow brings.”
The makeup room hummed with quiet activity as the girls trickled in one by one. Chloe immediately grabbed Y/N's hand and guided her to the chair in front of the mirror. "Sit, babe. You need to take a breath for a second."
Amber grabbed a tissue from the counter and handed it to Y/N, her tone soft but firm. “You’ve been holding it together all night. You don’t have to do that here.”
Y/N tried to muster a smile, but the lump in her throat made it impossible. The moment she looked up at the girls—Chloe, Amber, and the others all standing around her, their faces full of concern—it hit her like a wave. Everything. The recoupling, Sophia’s betrayal, the looming uncertainty about her place in the villa. It was too much.
“I—” Her voice cracked, and she looked down, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Chloe said gently, crouching beside her. “And that’s okay. We’re here for you.”
At that, Y/N’s walls crumbled. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she finally let herself feel everything. Chloe wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly while Amber rubbed her back.
“I just… I don’t understand,” Y/N sobbed. “I might be leaving tomorrow, and it’s just—it’s too much.”
“She’s a snake, that’s why,” Amber said firmly. “She doesn’t care about anyone but herself, and we all see it. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Exactly,” Chloe agreed. “You’re not leaving, okay? We won’t let that happen.”
Lila piped up from across the room, her tone warm. “You’re one of the strongest girls here, Y/N. Everyone knows it. And Harry? He’s mad about you. Don’t let Sophia’s petty little game make you doubt that.”
“She’s jealous,” Amber added. “That’s all this is. She’s jealous of you, your connection with Harry, everything. And if she thinks this stunt is going to get her what she wants, she’s in for a rude awakening.”
Y/N sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “It’s just… overwhelming, you know? I didn’t expect any of this.”
“We know,” Chloe said softly. “But you’re not alone, babe. We’ve got you.”
The girls nodded in unison, each offering words of comfort and solidarity. The energy in the room shifted, transforming it into a safe space where Y/N could release her emotions without judgment.
“Thanks, guys,” Y/N said finally, her voice still shaky but steadier than before. “I don’t know what I’d do without you lot.”
As Y/N finished wiping her eyes, her soft smile still lingering, the door to the makeup room creaked open. The girls instinctively straightened, their chatter halting as Sophia walked in, arm-in-arm with Georgia. The room’s atmosphere shifted in an instant, the warmth replaced by a chill of unease.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath, “Oh, here we go…”
Sophia’s confident smirk didn’t waver as she glanced around the room. Her gaze settled on Y/N for a fraction longer than necessary, and the tension became palpable. Georgia, whose posture mirrored Sophia’s smugness, leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but clearly siding with her newfound ally.
Amber let out a low scoff, folding her arms. “Guess snakes travel in pairs now.”
Sophia’s smirk widened. “Don’t stop on our account, girls. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”
Chloe took a deliberate step forward, her chin raised. “Friends? You’re joking, right? Because the last time I checked, friends don’t throw each other under the bus for a lad.”
“Ah, Chloe.” Sophia’s tone was mock-sweet, her smile sharp. “Always the loudest in the room, aren’t you?”
“Better than being the most desperate,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat.
Georgia, stepping further into the room, chuckled dryly. “You lot are acting like Sophia’s the villain when she’s just doing what the game’s about. Recoupling, yeah? Isn’t that the point?”
Amber stood up, her glare cutting through the tension. “There’s a difference between playing the game and playing dirty, Georgia. But I wouldn’t expect you to know the difference.”
Sophia raised a hand, feigning innocence. “Alright, let’s not make this a whole thing. I came in to grab my gloss, not to start World War Three.”
Her gaze flicked to Y/N again, this time sharper. “You alright, Y/N? Looked like you were having a little moment there.”
Y/N didn’t flinch. She sat a little straighter, her expression calm despite the anger bubbling beneath her surface. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
The girls around her bristled, ready to jump in, but Y/N’s steady demeanor seemed to hold them back. It was Chloe who finally broke the silence.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve walking in here after the shit you’ve pulled, Sophia.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, grabbing her gloss from the counter. “Oh, give it a rest, Chloe. You’d do the same if you were in my shoes.”
“Thing is, I’d never be in your shoes,” Chloe snapped. “Because I’ve got a thing called loyalty.”
Sophia let out a low laugh, linking her arm with Georgia’s again as she turned toward the door. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”
As the pair left the room, Georgia glanced back with a smirk. “Have fun licking your wounds.”
The door closed behind them, leaving the room heavy with silence.
Amber exhaled sharply. “I swear, if looks could kill…”
Chloe turned to Y/N, her voice softer now. “You okay, babe?”
Y/N nodded, her hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Yeah. Let them have their moment. It won’t last.”
Amber stepped closer, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Damn right it won’t. We’ve got your back.”
Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, her resolve hardening. “Good,” she said, her voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, well, well. Looks like things in the villa have hit boiling point, and we’re not just talking about the Spanish sun. Sophia and Georgia, arm-in-arm, marching into the makeup room like two villains in a budget action movie? Iconic. But let’s be honest—Y/N’s calm clap-back was the real power move here”
The villa had a strange, tense quietness about it as the Islanders wound down for the night. The usual chatter and laughter had been replaced with hushed whispers and awkward glances. In the shared bathroom, Harry stood at the sink, brushing his teeth with slow, deliberate motions. His mind raced, replaying the chaos of the evening, especially the image of Y/N's face when Sophia made her bold move.
He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth as he leaned on the counter, staring at his reflection. The weight of the drama was heavy on his chest, but there was only one thought in his mind: he couldn’t let Sophia dictate his actions—or his feelings.
Walking into the dimly lit bedroom, Harry spotted the bed he now technically shared with Sophia. She was already lying there, her hair fanned out over the pillow and a coy smile on her lips as she propped herself up on one elbow.
“Hey,” she greeted softly, her tone intentionally sweet. “Finally decided to join me?”
Harry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached for the pillow beside her, tugging it out from under the covers.
“What are you doing?” Sophia asked, her voice sharper now, but still attempting to stay light.
Harry straightened up, clutching the pillow in his hand. His jaw tightened as he looked down at her. “I’m sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
Sophia’s smile faltered, and she sat up fully. “Harry, come on. We’ve got to share this bed. It’s part of the rules.”
“I’m not breaking any rules by sleeping somewhere else,” he replied calmly but firmly. “And let’s not pretend this situation is normal, Sophia.”
Sophia tilted her head, her tone shifting to one of mock innocence. “You’re acting like I forced you into something. This is what the game is about—recoupling. If Y/N can’t handle it—”
Harry cut her off, his voice low but filled with warning. “Don’t bring her into this. Y/N’s not the problem here, Sophia.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t push further.
Across the room, Chloe gave Y/N a look of encouragement, whispering, "Go after him."
Without hesitating, Y/N threw back the covers, slipped on her slippers, and quietly followed Harry out of the room. The dimly lit hallway led her to the common room, where she found him lying on the long couch, his arm draped over his eyes.
She stopped in the doorway, hesitating for just a moment. The sight of him there—alone, clearly grappling with everything that had happened—made her chest ache.
“Harry,” she said softly, stepping into the room.
He shifted slightly, lowering his arm to look at her. “Hey” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
She walked closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. “Why are you out here?”
Harry let out a small sigh, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t stay in there. Not with her.” He paused, meeting her eyes. “I just… I couldn’t.”
Y/N bit her lip, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her pajama top. “You didn’t have to leave your bed, Harry. It’s your spot now. You shouldn’t have to—”
“I’m not staying in a bed with someone I don’t want to be with,” he interrupted firmly. His gaze softened as he looked at her. “I’m not giving her what she wants, Y/N. She can choose me, but she can’t make me care.”
Her heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the overwhelming guilt and sadness she felt for him. Without thinking, she sat down on the edge of the couch beside him.
“You didn’t deserve any of this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I hate that this is happening.”
Harry reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “You think I care about any of it? The only thing I care about is you.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, but Y/N didn’t want to ruin the moment by overthinking it.
“Come here,” Harry said softly, pulling her gently toward him.
His free hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he murmured. “Not with us.”
His words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. Y/N searched his face, looking for any trace of doubt, but all she found was a steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to anchor her in place.
“You say that,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “but I’m scared, Harry. What if—”
Harry cut her off by leaning closer, his forehead resting against hers. “Stop,” he said softly. “Stop doubting this. Stop doubting me.”
Y/N closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of him—fresh and warm, comforting in a way that made her feel safe.
“Every time I look at you,” Harry continued, his voice a low rumble, “I know exactly what I want. You. It’s always been you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as Harry’s hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer.
Y/N melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair as their kiss grew more fervent, more desperate. It was as if all the tension and uncertainty of the day had boiled over, leaving nothing but raw emotion in its wake.
Harry's lips trailed down her neck, each kiss sending electric shivers down her spine. Y/N's fingers dug into his shoulders as he found that sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the heat between them, the way his hands traced fire across her skin, and the intoxicating rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.
"You drive me crazy," Harry whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire. His hands tangled in her hair as he claimed her lips again in a kiss that made her toes curl and her mind go beautifully blank. In that moment, all the drama of the villa melted away—there was only this, only them, wrapped up in each other on the common room couch.
mr and mrs snowman || harry j. potter x fem!reader
omg omg omg so first imagine or whatever that i've ever written in tumblr (*pisses on herself*) even though im fucking nervous im soooo excited to write!! english isnt my first language, so sorry in advance lmbco
tags: @dollywons
request: none :(
summary: In third year, one trip to hogsmead was on new years. Harry not being allowed to go there and y/n being the sweet person she was, they decided to go to the courtyard and make snowmans, not knowing that Fred and George stayed at school to spy on them.
warnings: none! fluff fluff fluff!!
disclaimer: very short! also, the tags aren't all for harry potter but i just want yall to be aware...
word count: 861
"You can go now," Harry insisted, fidgeting with the straps of the midnight blue hoodie that y/n gave him for christmas, while she continued to shake her head, staring at his beautiful green eyes.
"I told you, Harry, I'm not leaving you alone. As much as I think professor Lupin is a great person, I think you're kinda bored, always talking to him," Y/n replied, her beautiful h/c hair suiting very well the white beanie Harry gifted her. "And, anyways, I know you just loveee my company."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he didn't correct her- god, there wasn't anything to correct. He loved her company, he loved her humour, he loved her intelligence, he loved her compassion, he loved her generosity, he loved her smile, he loved her laugh- when will he admit that he loved her?
Never. Because they're just friends, friends that kiss their cheeks, friends that lean into eachothers shoulders, friends that hug a little longer than they should. Harry loved, absolutely adored, their friendship. If he ever accidently broke it, he'll never forgive himelf. Of course, Ron and Hermione are great, amazing even, but y/n was... she was brilliant. Yes, he loved her, he loved her since he saw her for the very first time, but he couldn't just risk the 3 years relationship there was between him and her.
"Harry? Harry? Harry James Potter? The Boy who Lived? Scarhead? Harold? Earth to- oh, there you are!"
"Huh?" Harry asked, realising he and y/n were now walking towards the courtyard, and also noticing how pretty y/n looked when she was cold and had rosy cheeks.
"You blacked out again. You really gotta stop that. Anyways, as I was asking you, do you want to make snowmans?" Y/n replied, sighing but smiling at the raven-headed boy.
"Oh, sorry, I really didn't me to." Harry excused himself, blushing slightly at his careless daydreaming. "And, uhm, yeah, of course! Lead the way."
Barely a minute after, they were in a feild of cold, soft and sticky snow.
"Perfect! Come on, whoever does the better snowman or snowwoman, wins!" Y/n giggled and started building her snowwoman, making her as big as she could.
Harry chuckled and followed y/n's movements, trying (and failing) to make an even bigger snowman. Sadly, y/n's hands were sure great, because her snowman was taller than her from far, perhaps half a head of more than Harry.
"It's unfair! I saw you using your wand at some point!" Harry groaned, even though he was not at all mad or even upset that y/n won. Actually, the bare sight of seeing her smile made his heart beat as fast as light and seemed to multiply the butterflies who were now dancing in Harry's stomach.
"Nobody said we couldn't! Isn't my fault that you thought we were going to use the good ol' muggle way to make a snowcreatures." Y/n laughed, getting rid of her scarf and dressing her snowwoman with it.
Damn that laugh.
"Okay, fineee... You know, they look like they could be mr and mrs snowman." Harry said out of the blue.
"Hm? You thinks so?" Y/n smiled, nudging his arm. "And what would we be? The two silly teenagers who're interrupting they're moment?"
Both of them bursted into laughs and giggles, which resolved Harry laughing so hard he fell on top of y/n, and accidently - even though y/n doesn't think so, or at least doesn't hope so - clumsily kissed her. Even though they should've parted away, Harry stayed a little longer and then pulled away.
"Uhm- I- Er- Uhm- I- Ugh!" Harry stuttered, visibly uncapable to say one sentence without blushing madly. Well, he was already blushing madly.
You couldn't say more of y/n. She was already red before that? Well, now she was either red as a cherry, or Harry needed new glasses.
"I... uh... I said I didn't much mind it. I should've had, i'm so stupid, i'm so, so sorry-" Y/n was now, if ever possible, redder than hagrid when he got drunk.
"-no, no, don't be sorry. I... I'm actually quite glad you didn't mind it. Very, if I may."
They just stared at each other, and Y/n slowly smiled and pecked very quickly and gently Harry's lips, and then her face started matching it's normal colour.
"What- what are..." Harry started, but couldn't finish.
"We?"
"Yeah."
"We're teenagers who are idiots in lo-..."
"-ve. You're welcome."
"You like me?"
"I would't let you kiss me if I didn't, no?"
"Then I like you too, idiot."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They stared at each other and Y/n started giggling again, which Harry joined quickly.
"ARE YOU MARRIED YET?!?!" they heard.
Both of them quickly turned to see both Fred and George a little further away, behind a bench, spying.
"Sod off!" Harry yelled, grinning.
"They're-" started George.
"-married!" ended Fred.
"Yippee!" The twins said in usion.
"They're mad." Harry said, but Y/n started laughing again.
And both of them ended up laughing, again, like mad teenagers who definetly did not kiss.
Summary: Y/N is in her mid-twenties and still a virgin, but she decides she no longer wants to wait for marriage as the tension between her and her best friend rises.
Pairing: Bestie!Harry x Virgin!Y/N
Word count: 9.1K
Warnings: Protected sex, smut, p in v, deflowering, virginity talk, first times, oral f receiving.
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A/N: Welcome to day 8 of posting daily! Ayooo, this was requested multiple times and I actually think it turned out sooo stinking cute omfg.
Being in her mid-twenties and a virgin is something not many people can say, let alone be proud of. It's something that Y/N chose and could have changed at any time. She could've given it away and tossed it to the next attractive man who looked her way but she didn't. She decided to save herself for marriage, even if it seemed stupid and cliché to some people.
For Y/N, her first time was important. It was a milestone in her life. Her body is a temple. It is to be cherished, worshipped, and honoured. Like most women, she wanted her first time to be something she wouldn't forget. She wanted it to be special and done with someone she loved and trusted.
So, Y/N waited. And if waiting for marriage meant skipping out on hook-ups? Then that was just fine by her. No sweat off her back. It took a while, but she was sure when she met the right guy it'd all be worth it.
Now, she wasn't opposed to making out and getting frisky. Y/N is as attracted to men as the next person and isn't afraid to have some fun with it, it just doesn't go much beyond hands. She sees kissing and touching that isn't penetrative to be healthy and normal.
Getting a partner, however, was the tricky bit. Most of them want to go all the way and have sex before they even get to know each other and the rest either take her for granted or have this kink about it, they like the thought of fucking a 'treasure' that no one's ever had or touched before.
Either way, she usually ends up losing interest in the relationship quickly. It seems the right man to spend the rest of her life with was a rare find. She didn't know if it was possible or if her expectations were too high. Or perhaps, being picky was the problem.
Eventually, she accepted it would take time for her to find someone. A time that she was willing and able to give. And right now, it was just a waiting game. To meet the guy whose arm she'd want to loop with hers for the rest of her life and create a beautiful life together in the process.
Just as Y/N was nodding off to sleep, a series of notifications on her phone rudely interrupted her sleep. Furrowing her brows, she sat up and lifted the device from her bedside table.
The screen lit up and showed who was texting her. It was her best friend, Harry. She slid her finger across the screen and a mess of messages appeared.
Harry
Hi!
*drunk selfie*
So are we playing Scrabble tomorrow? I miss you and want to see you
Y/N
If you still remember tomorrow and want to, sure.
Harry
Sweet. Whatcha up to?
Y/N
At home. About to go to sleep
Harry
Oh sorry. You were probably sleeping
Y/N
You're fine. I only just got into bed.
Harry
What are you wearing, love?
Y/N
Don't make me block you
Harry
Ow ;( Why?
Y/N
I'm too sober to have this conversation with you.
Harry
*picture of him and Y/N*
Look at us all cute, drunk out of our minds.
Y/N
Very cute. Goodnight, Harry.
Harry
Hey, one more question before you dooooooze
Y/N
Go on.
Harry
What are you wearing?
“Idiot.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. With a few quick button presses, Y/N replied with a picture of her in her silk pyjamas, and then sent an audio message: “I'm fully clothed, in bed, covered with my duvet, about to sleep and dream of ways to torture you.”
She puts her phone down so she can actually catch up on her rest. Just as her head hits the pillow again, she gets another message from Harry. Pouting, she swiftly opens the message and swipes up the audio.
“Aww, you'll dream of me?”
For some reason, Y/N can hear a smug smirk in his voice and decides to just ignore it. Putting her phone on silent and plopping it back down on her bedside table, Y/N yawns and snuggles deeper under the covers.
Just as her eyelids begin to shut for good, something within her is stirring that makes it hard for her to sleep. Y/N feels hot all of a sudden, making her shimmy and pull the duvet up further.
What had happened in those final moments of her text conversation with Harry, who was now busy scrolling through pictures of the two together and rereading their texts? Well, it seemed it's woken up a side of her she wasn't too familiar with. Resting her hand on the front of her silk shorts, Y/N could feel she was wet and aching for some touch.
“For fuck sake.” She cursed and closed her eyes. Why now? She thinks as she pulls her hand away, afraid to do anything. She knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.
It's because of Harry. His ridiculous flirting skills have managed to push a few buttons. This has never happened before. Why is he suddenly affecting her? She blames his goofy but heartfelt selfie. God, those hazel eyes looked perfect paired with that signature golden brown fluffy mop of hair, the stupid look on his face and the two fingers up in the air.
Y/N can't deny she is attracted to Harry. What wasn't to be attracted to? When it came to his personality, she was rather fond. He has always been sensitive, goofy and yet extremely smart and serious when needed. And, of course, she couldn't forget to mention how lucky he is. That boy was drop-dead gorgeous. From his curly locks to his biceps, she can go on and on and on about what she liked about him.
His looks definitely played a factor in his reputation with women and it was no surprise their friendship became somewhat of a hot topic with his fans. If only they knew the truth. There was nothing going on between the two other than a strong friendship.
Harry is an absolute gentleman to her. He took care of her in a way that set her standards very high when it comes to men, maybe that's why she still hasn't found a man. However, the sexual tension that had been building up lately between the two was another story.
It was no secret that Harry is a good kisser. The amount of stories she has heard made her feel a twinge of jealousy every time. She remembered thinking how nice it would be to feel what his lips were like on hers, how soft they would be and how they would taste. He's always bragging about the tongue action that gets women all hot and bothered. Then, she wondered how good he would be using his mouth elsewhere and- No. She can't think like this. Stop. It's creepy and weird. So just, stop.
Then, her phone beeps again in her hand, indicating another message coming from Harry. A rush of warmth spread through her stomach and Y/N noticed she was tense again. Biting down on her bottom lip, she opened the message.
Harry
*drunk selfie on the side of his bed*
I'm home, goodnight love
She stares at the picture, her stomach dropping. Heat swells through her body and the feeling overwhelms her, making her squirm against the soft sheets. Swallowing, she holds the phone up higher and glares at the picture intensely, the area between her legs clenching. It's not as if he looks amazing. No. He looks grumpy, his brows furrowed and a blank stare in his eyes. He just looks so cute, kissable even.
“Enough.” She whispers under her breath and shoves the device back down onto the nightstand. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, turning the faucet and splashing cold water all over her burning skin.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting. Seeing him after her fantasies of him invading her thoughts would be an interesting development. Hopefully, it will fizzle away quickly and everything will go back to normal. Y/N thinks, getting back into bed and fixing her pillows just so. With a drawn-out sigh, she puts out the lights and shuts her eyes.
***
In the morning, there was only one thought running through Y/N's mind, and that was seeing Harry. Even after she woke up, went about her day, she couldn't wait to text him to see if he even remembered the arrangement for her to come over and play Scrabble.
With each message sent, she left an expectant eye trained on her screen, waiting for the three little dots to bubble up and indicate a response. Meanwhile, she paced back and forth between her couch and the kitchenette, tidying up without knowing why. Everything was already spotless. She straightened pillows, fluffed rugs, sorted candles, and shuffled trinkets, anything to distract herself and keep from pestering Harry.
After a few hours of constant upkeep, she finally gets a response.
Harry
Sorry I missed your messages, kinda had a wild night lol
Are we still playing tonight? I have wine, you got the Scrabble?
Y/N
We're playing but the question is... will you be in a fit state for it ;)
Harry
Ha-ha. Funny.
Y/N
Always. See you later. X
Harry
See you. I'll leave the front door open for you. Byeeeee
And that was it. The brief conversation between the two fuelled her emotions. On one hand, she was completely thrilled to be seeing her best friend again. To be in his presence and enjoy a wonderful game night is very exciting.
On the other hand, she felt a wave of dread overcome her, her heart racing at the thought. She brushed it off. Ignored it. Why should she be dreading seeing one of her best friends? That's absurd.
Scrapping her plan of getting all dolled up to go visit him, Y/N finds herself only comfortable enough to get changed into leggings and a t-shirt. Although Harry has seen her in her casual attire, she is feeling oddly self-conscious right now. She doesn't know why and it's getting rather irritating.
He is her best friend for God's sake! If anything, she should be feeling as comfortable and confident around him as possible because he will always accept her for the way she is.
Shaking her head, she gets ready to make her way to his house. Despite it being 3 pm, Y/N grabs a bottle of her favourite white and puts it in her bag and with that, she is out the door.
Upon arrival, she reaches for the door and opens it. Peering around the door frame, she manages to catch sight of Harry stepping out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He is humming under his breath as he tousles his damp curls with the towel. Strolling across the room to his bedroom, he disappears behind the door.
“Hey, Harry!” She calls out to him as she enters. Smiling brightly, she drops her bag on his countertop.
“Hey.” He calls back. “Give me a sec. I'll be out in a minute.”
Y/N nods, despite him not being able to see it, and makes her way to his sofa, taking her usual spot at one end. Closing her eyes, she rests her head back and takes a deep breath. She already feels exhausted from the many random things she has done throughout the day.
“Do you want to eat first or play first?” Harry finally walks into the living room, wearing a grey sweatsuit.
Peeking through an eyelid, Y/N says. “I'm not hungry. It's still early“ while her inner-self cheered at his appearance, making her giddy.
With a nod, Harry pulled two glasses from the kitchen cabinet placing them on the coffee table. Sliding down next to her, he opened the bottle and poured their drinks. While he set up the board game, she relaxed and casually looked him over. He looked gorgeous as ever, and always put together even if he was barely dressed.
Green eyes flicking up to catch her gaze, Harry chuckles softly before asking. “Nervous?”
“Huh? Why would I be nervous?” Her mouth corners turn up, her heart fluttering.
“Last time we played you weren't very happy.” He shrugged, reminding her how he completely beat her at the game.
“Right. But this time, I'm going to beat you.” She confidently nods and picks up a bag of letters. Harry leans over with a smug smirk on his face as he pulls his own bag.
“Hmm, so confident.” He snorts, lining up his tiles.
“Mhm.” Y/N straightens out her tiles.
Quirking a brow, Harry wonders “Famous last words?”
With a sharp nod and a cheeky smile, she places her first tiles down on the Scrabble board. “Nah, you're going down.”
Harry chokes on his drink and starts coughing, his eyes burning a hole into hers. Staring back, Y/N raised a curious brow. Once he could speak again, he cleared his throat and let out a hearty laugh.
“Alright, so what if I am?” Harry's thick accent cut through as a deep dimpled grin blossomed on his face. She found her heart rate increasing and had to look away, willing her red cheeks to go away.
Swallowing, she began her game. The opening word of DOUBLE wasn't too promising for Y/N, seeing that that was her highest scoring word but she wasn't giving up just yet.
Over the first few minutes, they managed to put down a few good words and Y/N was ahead with a more than decent lead.
“Shit.” Harry breathed, leaning forward to assess his words. His eyes flickered around the board before sighing and ruffling his tousled mop. “I'm fucked.”
Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes, taking another sip from her glass. Glancing over to Harry who was deep in thought, Y/N reached up and scratched the nape of her neck with one hand, her gaze drifting around the room. As she turned to face him again, she was caught off guard when their eyes immediately locked. Her heart stuttered.
Tearing her eyes away from his gaze, Y/N shifted uncomfortably, then decided to lean forward to select a letter at random. As she placed it on the board, she looks at him once more to find that the corner of his mouth curled upwards.
'Shit' she thought, Harry wasn't playing fair. Surely, he knew that looking at her like that made her drop focus. Attempting to save her dignity, she bit her bottom lip, suppressing a shy smile before raising an eyebrow.
“Is this your strategy to beat me?” Y/N challenged. “Suck me into your sexiness and take my turn? How lame.”
Harry spluttered, taken aback by her comment. He didn't really know how to respond, seeing his best friend make an unashamedly flirtatious comment for the first time. Looking away, he fiddled with his hoop earring.
“Wait. Was that... was that supposed to fluster me, Y/N?” He playfully scoffed. As Harry turned to look at her, he was surprised to find an amused grin playing on her lips. He thought he would find at least a small glint of guilt in her eyes for her playfulness, and was surprised when he didn't find anything other than playful curiosity.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it looks like I've got the upper hand now.”
“You wish.” Harry stared back at her for a moment longer, a playful glimmer in his eyes. A mischievous smirk curled up on the corner of his lips. She was aware that the lighthearted banter had led to a bit more, making her senses go crazy.
Y/N decided it's best to end the conversation there and start her round. Scanning the board, she's looking for a spot to place her letters. Wanting to lean a bit into their flirty banter from before, she decides to continue their tension with a bit of teasing.
Sifting her hand into her bag, she pulls out a few letters. Placing them onto the centre of the board where they intersect, she spells out 'erotic' and draws four points from the tile rack.
Erotic was an interesting word to play, for sure. Especially when it's put into the context of the new sexual tension between the two. So far, Harry has been trying to fluster her with his smouldering looks and cheeky grins, but Y/N is unrelenting. She takes pride in her willingness to fight back against the flirting and his attempts to get her distracted.
She sits back in satisfaction, proud at what she has accomplished. Glancing over to Harry, she felt herself swell with self-pride to see his face light up with surprise, making him actually speechless for a change.
Clearing his throat, Harry gathers himself and sits up. “Hmm.” he hummed, rolling the idea around in his head. With a smug grin, Y/N could tell he's thinking of a response; a comeback. After a few seconds of consideration, he moved his body forward and added three letters to the word. Using the letters he had received on the double letter area, he spelled out 'climax' using the c of her word.
A slight shiver went down Y/N's back at the addition to the word. Laughing and rolling her eyes, she fished out a few letters and added another word. Subtly shifting a little closer to him, she placed her letters down on the right-hand side of his spelling, close to his hand. After putting down her 'desire', she snatched her eyes away from the scrabble board and fixed her stare on him.
Both of them stay awfully silent while their bodies are almost touching. Y/N is tense, trying hard not to breathe too heavily. Meanwhile, Harry was in complete silence, not knowing what to say or do. He is aware of the tension between the two of them but he also wants to respect Y/N's boundaries and maybe tone down his feelings a bit. There's an inevitable tension and she's showing no sign of easing off. Harry was only further proven by her gentle voice in his ear.
“Now whose turn is it?”
Unable to meet her eyes just yet, he focuses on the dizzying words on the board and releases a slow, staggered breath. It was so hard not to put his arm around her, tug her in close and inhale her beautiful scent. Or run his hands along her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, he craved the touch so badly. He finally took a breath and peered down at his letters, trying not to get too distracted by the growing sexual tension.
Y/N couldn't deny the feeling of warmth that had settled in her stomach since their game began, the warmth that made her tingle between her legs. She felt tempted to reach out and touch him, make contact and hopefully send a good buzz all the way down to his lower body.
Harry's fingers fiddle through his letters, barely paying attention to the little pieces in front of him. His eyes glance at Y/N, then move back to the Scrabble board. He thinks of his next word to play, something that is a little more suggestive.
“Umm...” Harry holds up a little tile, rubbing his fingertip over the surface as he thinks, his dimples pushing into his cheeks. Then, they sink right back out. He shakes his head and returns to sifting through the multiple letters in his bag.
Throwing one piece back into the depths of the bag, his index finger picks up another tile. The corner of his mouth turns up and he is finally confident with what he wants to spell out on the Scrabble board, so he gets to work. He needs an outlet from the fluttering of his chest when she's this close.
Quickly placing down the letters, he spells out the word 'horny'. Biting down on his bottom lip, he feels satisfied by the suggestiveness of his word and glances at Y/N.
Pursing her lips, Y/N tilts her head and gives a disbelieving smile. Harry looks taken aback by her quiet response.
“What? Did I read the room wrong?” He chuckles nervously, brows furrowing.
Looking at his face, she has to bite back a grin. She can read the mixed emotions all over his face. He's afraid to scare her away and reveal his true feelings, especially after the intense game of teasing. He's right. But she's also very pleased with the growing tension.
With a cheeky chuckle, she shakes her head. “No, I guess you read the room correctly.” Biting her lip, she quickly leans forward, adding letters next to his word on the right to spell out the word, 'Fuck'. Harry looks from her to the board, biting back a smirk.
“Is this your way of suggesting we play strip Scrabble? Should I get ready to lose my pants?” he jokes, nudging her shoulder, fighting the urge to break his boundaries. Not able to cope, Y/N just lets out a forced chuckle.
“Shut up, H.” Her voice broke. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her and bury herself into his chest.
Neither of them is paying attention to the score or to the other's gaze, they just lock their eyes together and absorb the heat, trying to predict what happens next. Harry didn't know what to say, nor did he think Y/N would, yet again, follow suit and gently lean forward.
After breaking from their little intimate session, Y/N looks at the board, wondering what their next move should be. She has to admit, these last few moves were very suggestive, and she is slowly catching Harry's point of wanting to touch her and have some alone time.
“Are you going to be mad at me if I do this?” Y/N muttered.
“Do what?”
Staring at him, Y/N ignores the thought and puts her tiles in a new spot. Only this time, she's adding all the letters remaining in her tile bag. There is no going back now, considering the board was almost completely filled up now.
She spells out the word 'wet' next to her first word. Shooting Harry a nonchalant, calm expression and staring at him for a reaction, she saw his reaction immediately. His eyes dropped to the board, then shot back up to her face. Heat, lust, and want flashed across his eyes.
An amused, surprised noise escapes his throat, then his lips tilt up into a shit-eating grin. “For real?”
“Yeah.” Y/N laughs in a rush. “I guess my dirty mind kicked in.”
“Your dirty mind, huh?” A glint of excitement flashes through his eyes and he begins to eye her body up and down. He can't deny the growing urge to touch every inch of her but he can't break her boundaries. Trying to erase those thoughts, Harry grins playfully, then adds a few of his own letters alongside her tiles to play a different word even though he knows he already lost the game.
Giving her a mischievous look, he reveals the word 'boner' and Y/N inhales sharply. They sit in silence for a moment, then Y/N cracks and breaks the silence.
“Oh fuck.” She laughs, the deep seated sensation between her legs not fading. Her eyes scan down to Harry's crotch, attempting to see if what he said is true. It's getting increasingly obvious that Y/N and Harry aren't actually playing a game anymore. Harry places his hands on his lap, covering his crotch from her wandering eyes. He laughs nervously, avoiding her gaze.
“I'm sorry.” He mutters, afraid of her response and of what she thinks.
Y/N bites her lip, unsure of how to respond. He waited anxiously for her reaction. One thing was for certain, the sexual tension has grown to unimaginable levels, the game forgotten. Finally, she glances back up at him, and she couldn't keep herself in control any longer.
Leaning closer, Y/N rests her forehead on his. He is taken aback, not moving a muscle. Shutting her eyes, she leans in to kiss him. Their lips connect and they close their eyes, relishing the moment. After a couple of seconds, they pull back, not sure whether that was the right decision. Her insides tell her to keep going, to taste him more. So with half a mind, her arm reaches forward to grab his shirt, wanting him closer and craving the touch. She looks up at his face and goes in for a much longer, sensual kiss as she straddles his lap.
For a moment, Harry looks at her questioningly before diving back in. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, it deepens the kiss as they feel electricity course through their bodies. His arms make their way down her sides and he squeezes her thighs as she unconsciously grinds on him. One of his hands run up her back, gripping her hair lightly while the other hand grips her waist. A quiet moan escapes Y/N's throat at his grip on her, further adding fuel to his fire. He gives a low growl before breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving love bites down her skin.
“God, you're killing me, Y/N. Do you know that?” He groans into her, making her giggle a bit. Harry's heart burst with joy when he heard her laugh, she's the only person who could make him happy. He pulls back and grins at her then leans back in, kissing her sweetly and lifting her up. Y/N grips his shirt tightly, not wanting to be apart from him. Placing her on her back, he carefully gets on top of her, supporting his weight so he doesn't squish her, and his hands started roaming her body. Suddenly, she pushes him off of her a little and sits back up, feeling dizzy and wanting to gain her composure. Their hearts beat in synchrony and their breaths were heavy.
Harry is concerned by her quick push back, worry in his eyes. “I'm sorry, did I do anything wrong?”
“Are you kidding? That was great. I just... I..” Stuttering over her words, Y/N can't help but giggle as she ruffles her hair and leans against the throw pillow behind her. Harry is now assured that she is okay. Leaning forward, he kisses the side of her head, trying to soothe her so she'd be comfortable enough to tell him. “I want more.” She finally utters.
There was a beat of stunned silence. He shakes his head as his lips curve up into a small smirk. She mimics his expression. Lifting her chin up with his fingers, she meets his gaze. Both of them look down at her plump, red, and wet lips. Then he captures her lips with his, but not with so much restraint as before. He kisses her more passionately, hands cupping her face as he tasted her, kissed her harder, swiped his tongue against hers.
“Are you absolutely sure, Y/N? There's no going back from this.” He breathes against her lips.
Looking into his soft eyes, she can't think about anything else but him and his touch. Deep down, she always knew there was more. As she tilts her head to the side, she bites her lip and runs her hands through his hair. The feeling is a sweet relief, it is exactly how it looked and felt, just like in her dreams.
“I know. I think I've always known it was you. You're too captivating. You make me crazy.” She chuckles, blushing. “Also..” Placing her hands on his chest, she continues. “If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't be doing all this right now.” Y/N breathes, making him grin from ear to ear.
“What about waiting until marriage though? Are you sure you want to do this?”
Giggling, Y/N nods her head and bites her lip, wanting more. “Screw that.”
A shocked expression flickers across his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he leans closer. Y/N's breath hitches as Harry gently pushes her back down on the sofa, propping his forearms on either side of her head to support his weight, and placing his legs between hers. They felt each other's breath as their chests rise and fall with each in-take, anticipating what would happen next.
“Is this okay? Are you really sure, because once we start, I won't be able to stop.” His face inches closer, scanning every inch of her expression, her beautiful eyes and lips before stopping halfway.
Giving him a quick kiss, she nods and runs a hand through his hair again, then bites her lip while gazing at his seductive eyes. Her body trembles with excitement and nervousness. Trying to catch her breath, her mind is drowning in lust. She's just happy that they're alone and, after many years of dreaming about this day, the second it is finally here she is loving it.
“I'm very sure. In fact, why don't we go somewhere more...comfortable?” She whispers into his ear. Dizzy and sweating, Harry feels the bulge in his pants tightening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers as he smirks in agreement. Hastily lifting her in his arms, he crashes his lips to hers, missing their intoxicating touch.
Without pausing for thought, Y/N wraps her legs around Harry's waist as he supports her with his strong arms and makes his way towards his bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, she yelps playfully.
“Are you okay?” Harry's worried face appears in front of her. Shocked and caught off guard, Y/N bites back a smile as she pulls his shirt to collide his lips with hers again. She found herself breathing hard, unable to control it. He pulled back, meeting her eyes.
Y/N sat up slightly, reached down, and began slowly pulling Harry's shirt up his torso. The material bunched up under his arms and she broke the kiss, to slip the material off. With her pulse increasing as the intimacy heightened, she raked her eyes up his smooth, lightly bronzed, chest and torso. It was a beautiful sight. Pulling her eyes back up to his gorgeous eyes, his darkened with desire as he raised his brows in question. Instead of replying, Y/N pushed lightly on his chest, telling him without words to lie back on the bed. With his gaze never leaving hers, he lay back and waited.
Keeping the eye contact, Y/N pushed herself up and straddles over Harry's lap. His hands automatically came to rest on her thighs, the touch sending bolts of energy through her. Harry was such a tease and the way he touched her and glanced up at her was enough to get her off right there. All it would take is one little touch.
With excitement, Y/N pulls her own shirt over her head, exposing her bra for the first time to him. Of course, he had seen her in a bikini before. But the lace see-through fabric of her bra is completely different and it gets him wild. Harry watches carefully as Y/N bites her lip and leans down. Connecting their lips, she can feel his erection pressing against her.
Straddling his hips to meet his arousal, she begins to run her hands down his arms, squeezing firmly and drawing a low sound from his lips. Her body rubs up against Harry's erection and he gives a deep, low groan. Not once breaking the kiss, their hunger intensified for one another.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N presses her chest up against his and his hand slowly roams around to grab her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, making her moan. His hands then reach a bit up, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pulling the fabric over her ass. Y/N arches her hips a bit, allowing her leggings to come off a little further.
Harry lets his hands roam up her back as Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip, slowly grinding her sex into his. His hand nudges against her thigh, motioning for her to get off of him so he can take the leggings all the way down her legs. He slides the fabric down Y/N's thighs and knees and her leggings pool at her ankles. Seeing her bare legs, he can tell just how wet she is right now. She hastily kicks off the leggings, letting them fall to the floor.
Watching her closely, his eyes scan her body, taking in the full view. She can't deny how happy she is to see Harry admiring her, appreciating what he sees, loving all of her. It's exactly what she wanted, a man to worship her, to feel loved. And Harry makes her feel those exact things and so much more.
Pushing his hips up, he quickly gets rid of his own sweatpants before he guides her back to straddle him again. One of Harry's large hands glides along Y/N's thighs to her hips before snaking around to her lower back, where he applies a slight pressure, encouraging her to grind against him.
“You're going to be the end of me.” Harry chuckles, bucking up slightly to meet her grinding hips. The feeling drives her wild as the fabric of his boxers brushes up against her lace panties.
“Harry.” Y/N moans, letting herself move in sync with Harry's perfect thrusts. Feeling Y/N's wetness seeping through her panties and onto his boxers, the friction building between their heat is burning, and he needs more of her. But he wants her to set the pace. His lips part and their eyes stay locked together. Their heart rates are picking up and their movement speeds up. The slow build was like a torture, but Harry looks so damn gorgeous and lustful, making it worth it.
“We're really doing this.” Y/N whispers out with a giggle.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yes.” She mumbles, smiling. Y/N pushes herself up a bit, hands bracing on his chest, and spreads her legs a bit more so she can angle her center more. Then she slowly grinds into him. His teeth capture his lip and his eyes shift to take in the movement of their bodies. Harry's hands leave Y/N's hips and he grasps her ass, holding her as she rides him. Grinding harder and faster, Y/N is enjoying the sweet sensation it's giving her. Little sounds leave her mouth as she swivels her hips.
Sitting up and pressing her chest into his, Harry grabs her hips tighter and pulls her down, bucking his hips up for friction and creating a delicious burn. Looking up to her face, she has the hottest expression he has ever seen. If she keeps staring at him like that, he thinks he might burst. There is no way he's going to last much longer, which is why he needs to take care of her first.
Slowing down the pace, Harry slides his fingers up her back and takes a hold of her bra clasp. “May I?” He asks in a hoarse voice. A light glaze shines in his eyes as he keeps the eye contact with her.
“Yes.” Y/N smiles, nuzzling her face into his. Leaning down, she carefully kisses him before sitting back. “I want you so much, Harry.” She admits, to his surprise.
“Oh fuck.” Harry swears, bucking his hips up for friction. Groaning and rubbing his erection as well as he undoes the clasp of her bra and it loosens around her body. Slowly slipping it off, the fabric slides down her arms, exposing her breasts. Harry stops breathing for a moment, admiring the view and absolutely loving it.
“You're absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. I couldn't get you off my mind if I tried.” He confesses, meeting her gaze, causing the girl to blush immensely. Moving his hands up her sides and sliding them up her stomach to her boobs, her mind begins to race as she feels herself getting more and more wet.
Harry's calloused fingertips brush over her hardened nipples, his lustful eyes still gazing into hers as her jaw goes slack. Grinding her hips faster and moving them to a steady rhythm, the both of them pant as their desire grows, aching for more. Throwing her head back with a moan, Harry's lips suddenly latch on to one of her soft nipples. Her hand cups the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as she sucks.
“Harry, I need you, please.” She whimpers, begging him. The desperate tone of her voice makes Harry shudder, a familiar hot tightness coiling inside him, threatening to unravel as she rides him. He is swift to lay her down on his soft bed, her head on his pillow, then gets back to her breasts, sliding a hand down to her panties. Harry kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her body, leaving marks down her abdomen as he does so. Her fingers go back to grasping his hair and pulling lightly as he makes it to the top of her panties.
“Can I take these off?” Harry pants, yanking the waistband a bit. He slips his fingers inside and gently strokes her pubic bone over her panties, teasing her. Y/N eagerly nods her head, pulling his hair slightly and guiding him lower. He bites his lip and tugs her underwear down her thighs as she helps kick them off. The sight before Harry made his jaw drop, leaving him breathless.
Y/N is incredibly wet, her fluids are dripping down her thighs, no hair blocking the way for him. Harry inhales sharply, running his finger through her folds and collecting her juice. Raising his hand to her face, he shows her. Feeling incredibly timid all of a sudden, she blushes and squeezes her legs shut.
“Hush now. You're perfect, so beautiful and bare for me.” Harry insists and peppers her knees with kisses. She parts her legs a bit wider for Harry. “Good girl, Y/N.”
Licking his lips, Harry traces his thumbs up her inner thighs and kisses her exposed clit. A spark flows through her body as Harry closes his eyes, getting lost in the exquisite taste of her arousal. The feeling is completely new to Y/N, she's not sure how to respond or what to do. At the same time, everything he does feels so good. Harry licks over her folds, running his tongue from the bottom to the tip. Her hands turn into fists, tugging at his brown hair as she draws a sharp breath.
A little too shy to make any noises as Harry teases Y/N's clit with the tip of his tongue. Her legs start to shake and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand as she lets out a needy moan. Harry grasps her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth.
“Don't be afraid. I want to hear you.” The thought of Y/N covering her mouth or muffling her sounds and keeping quiet bothers him a bit. Y/N lets out a little gasp and nods quickly. Without breaking eye contact, Harry presses his flattened tongue against her clit and licks until Y/N's vision starts to swim.
“Harry.” Y/N moans as Harry flattens his tongue, licking up her slit while he inserts a finger.
“Keep telling me how you feel. It's incredibly sexy.”
“Feels... Incredible.” She manages to get out before she squeezes her eyes shut. Harry responds by wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Inserting a second finger, he curls them against her G-spot while he twirls and flicks his tongue quickly.
“Y-yes.” Y/N cries out when Harry discovers her sweetest spot. Harry smirks and presses his fingers deeper while he continues using his mouth.
Keeping up with the swift motions of his tongue, his nose rubbing her clit a bit, Y/N's toes begin to curl and her heels dig into his mattress. Harry can't help but let out a low growl as the girl in front of him moans at a high pitch.
“H-Harry.” She whimpers between quick pants. Her stomach suddenly tightens as a ball of warmth spreads, soon making her go weak in the legs. Flicking his eyes up to watch her orgasm, he lets the heat spiral through her. His thrusts slow down as her insides pulsate, and he gets dizzy, feeling pretty smug. It feels like an explosion between her legs, so Y/N can't stop herself from grinding on his face to prolong her pleasure.
“See how gorgeous you are when you come for me?” Harry breathes after she catches her breath, gazing deep into her eyes and rubbing soft circles on her clit with his middle and pointerfinger.
His eyes were soft, but dark with lust, the expression in them shifting slightly as she stared at him. She could see his hardened nipples and defining tent of his boxers. Still on cloud nine, her cheeks feel hot and her body is radiating immense pleasure.
She wants to initiate the next move but she simply doesn't know where to start. Instead, Harry decides for her. Getting rid of his last piece of clothing, Y/N watches closely as he reveals his completely naked self. He kicks off his boxers and climbs back on the bed, hovering over her.
“What do you want to do next?” He asks in between kisses. Biting her lip in nervousness, she places her hands on his chest and kisses him.
“I don't know. Do you want me to return the favour?” She suggests with a sheepish smile, but Harry shakes his head.
“I want you to feel good. No favours you need to return unless you really want to.” He returns her offer with a gentle smile. She feels herself blush as his words run through her.
“Do you think...” She pauses and Harry swallows hard at the sound of her timid voice. “Do you want to try it?”
For a moment Harry is confused before her words begin to sink in. She wasn't very specific but there was no need for that. With his heart about to jump out of his throat, he understands right away and nods.
His eyes catch hers, and they smile in relief, happy to enjoy each other. Her mind runs wild as he kneels up for a moment to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. When he does so, her eyes run down his abs and back to his dark gaze. He tears the foil and puts the condom on his erection, the sight of him doing it making her want him even more.
“Are you absolutely sure?” He wonders, adjusting her on the bed so they're both comfortable. Swallowing hard, she nods, wanting this to happen. He asks her over and over to make sure she's sure of what she wants. She admits she's a bit nervous to do this for the first time, but she's 100% positive she wants to go through with this.
“Tell me to stop and I will, I promise.” Positioning himself, Y/N feels his breath on her lips as she gives him an enthusiastic nod. Smiling down at her, Harry pushes into her tight hole, going at a very slow and gentle speed so he doesn't hurt her. She was nervous, but his touch and actions helped keep her calm. He pushes his hips forward slightly, making Y/N whimper. Reaching up to caress his cheek with a sigh, the intimate contact giving him the strength to push into her as carefully as possible.
Being incredibly gentle with her, he hovers over her, eyes looking deeply into hers and soft sounds coming from his mouth, staying like that for a long time. Burying himself deep within her, Harry is completely still for a moment. The feeling of fullness and the sudden pressure is the best she's ever had. Finally able to fully relax, Y/N presses her lips against Harry's.
“You can move.” She breathes, to his great joy. The feeling of the heat of her pussy enveloping his erection sent a shiver down his spine. Gradually sliding out slowly, she feels her body moving in rhythm. Inch by inch, he eases himself back into her with a low hiss.
Harry clenches the sheets beneath them as he slowly builds his pace to a smooth rocking, groaning with her when his cock hits the end of her, causing little electric sparks up her spine. Harry sits up and grabs hold of her hips, her arms flying up to cover her chest in the process.
“Jesus, your pussy's so tight, feels so good.” Harry comments in a strained voice as he holds her hips tighter and guides her to rock into his thrusts. Y/N moves her arms back down, her hands trying to find something to grip as her walls clench tightly, making Harry thrust a bit harder. Squeezing the sheets, Y/N moans again.
“H-Harry. Oh! Please, faster.” Picking up the speed, Harry begins to shake as he pumps his hips harder. She rolls her head back, mouth wide open as the sweet build of an orgasm starts to rise in the pit of her stomach.
Grasping her hips tighter, he's practically spilling out all kinds of wonderful things as she cries out again and again. The lust takes over, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through her body.
His hand reaches down to rub her clit. Biting on her lip, her walls convulse and her breathing becomes heavy. They both stop breathing altogether when she arches her back sharply, getting in on their rhythm, pounding harder into her core. The warmth keeps building, coursing through her veins and through every cell.
“Oh, Harry. I'm gonna...”
“I know, baby.” He interjects as she writhes beneath him. Hitting that sacred spot inside her with each thrust, she doesn't think she'll be able to hold it in much longer. She wraps her legs around his waist, creating a deeper angle. It's absolutely amazing. She never wants it to end. Her toes curl and her eyelids flutter, taking it all in.
“I can't... Harry.” She exclaims breathlessly, and then screams out, repeating his name.
“You can, Y/N. Look at me. Let go and come for me.” Hearing his raspy voice and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, combined with the sound of his encouraging words drives her even more crazy, almost at the edge. She knows she'll fall down into a complete state of bliss any minute now. Grinding her hips harder, holding on for dear life and digging her nails into his back. She's squeezing him with her walls, everything seemed to melt together into an incredible cocktail of pleasure as she shouts out his name and comes on his cock. He keeps fucking her, keeping her orgasm going even after it came to an end.
When she regains the control over her body, she lowers her legs from around his body.
“Oh, Harry, that was amazing.” A lazy smile spreads across his face and their eyes lock, the both of them panting from her height.
“Do you want to try another position?” He inquires, leaving Y/N with a curious yet excited look on her face. Y/N nods with a faint “Yeah.” and the corners of his mouth tilt upward. With that, he pulls out, an unexplainable sense of emptiness filling Y/N, and she watches as he pushes her onto her stomach, taking a hold of her legs. Harry nuzzles his face into her neck, whispering sweet praises in her ear as he eases her into their next position.
Leaning up on her hands, he raises her onto her knees and steadies her position. He lines his cock up with her entrance from behind. Harry rubs the tip between her folds, he easily glides into her. Kissing her shoulders and down her spine, he doesn't hold back this time and she didn't mind because his wilder thrusts felt unbelievable, not to mention the sounds he kept making. Pounding his hips up against her ass with determination, his curses get louder and his moans turn into the most beautiful sounds she's ever heard. He's close. Y/N knows it.
“Y/N.” He manages in between hot pants and deep groans.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Where do you want me to...” She only had to think about it for half a second and nearly moaned at the mere thought.
“Keep going.” A fierce thud echoes through the room, matching Harry's skin slapping against hers as he rubs her clit once again and gives his final thrusts. Harry tightens his grip and Y/N can feel every muscle in his body get tense as he fills the condom. He's still for a moment, the throbbing of his cock noticeable inside of her.
Leaning up over her, he wraps his arms around her waist and her chin, tilting her head up towards him for a breathtaking kiss. Their tongues slow dance as Harry pulls out, carefully sitting the girl on the bed.
Harry leaves the room to his ensuite to toss the condom and clean up. He brings a damp washcloth and wipes her down, cleaning up the clear mess between her legs. Getting to her chest, he is gently and thoroughly meticulous. Doing everything as painstakingly slow as possible, Y/N closes her eyes in serenity.
While being touched so delicately, she lets out a small sigh and places her hand on his. Bringing her knuckles up to his soft lips, a faint smile plays upon his gorgeous lips. The intensity and lust in Harry's eyes are nowhere to be found, only adoration lingers now. He dresses himself in a clean pair of boxers and turns around to speak up.
“You're staying right?” He questions, slightly chewing his lip as Y/N makes direct eye contact, the thought of staying and sleeping beside him becoming increasingly tempting.
“I'd love to.” She responds hazily, the sleep already starting to take over her body. Harry chuckles at her clear exhaustion.
“I'll get you a shirt and a pair of boxers then. If you want.” He stutters in a nervous way, his confidence fading into a shy demeanor all over again.
“That would be great, thank you.” Sitting up on the bed, she watches as he opens the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, pulling out an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of plain black boxers. Harry hands the garments to her and heads out of the room.
She throws his Rolling Stones shirt over her frame and glances down, making a mental note to take this shirt home tomorrow. After slipping on the boxers, she lets out a heavy sigh, crawling into the bed and plumping the pillows behind her back, getting ready to put in her best effort to stay awake until Harry returned.
Entering the room with two mugs in his hands and a cautious expression, he can't help but smile at the sight of her body so carefully protected by his bedding. The overwhelming joy floods his body as he sits down next to her, gently handing her a mug, full of tea. A sincere smile spreads across her face as she accepts the mug, sipping the warm liquid and pulling the bedsheets up higher.
“Thank you. Do you usually bring tea after sex?” She jokes, Harry letting out a light-hearted giggle and grinning before replying.
“I just thought it could help you relax, or calm you down.” The honesty in his voice catching her off guard for a moment as she quickly recovers.
“Relax or calm me down?” Raising his eyebrows, he nods slowly.
“I know how intense and strong the emotions that are inside of you can get. I wanted you to have a tea that would help soothe your mind know you.” He explains, placing his hand on top of hers, rubbing circles as she nods. Placing the hot tea down on the nightstand, she turns back to him with wide eyes.
“That means a lot, thank you.” She whispers, pressing her lips to his ever so gently. The cup of tea feels like a confirmation that she made the right choice to give herself to Harry. He cares for her, makes her feel cherished and comfortable. That's a great thing in Y/N's opinion.
Snuggling up closer to Harry, they sip their hot tea. Harry asks her if she's feeling alright, to which Y/N answers that she feels fantastic, and Harry can't help but think back to the few hours ago when they danced around eachother, making his heart ache. He kisses the top of her head and caresses her face as he stares into her eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” He voices, cupping her face in his large hands.
“About how I wanna do all of that again with you.” She blurts out innocently, making the man laugh for the umpteenth time tonight and making her wish he would keep laughing forever.
“You're not the only one.” He says, setting his empty mug of tea next to hers. All of that tension, all of the stolen glances and awkward moments leading up to what happened tonight felt completely worth it. They both got some stress out and finally found the right times. Being held by the best person in the world, Y/N finds it easy to shut her mind down. Everything is good and she believes their friendship has grown into something far deeper. Maybe she finally found love, she thought before she surrendered to her heavy eyelids and drifted off, pressed against Harry's warm skin.
Sighing with relief and pure admiration, Harry lets his mind wander as he looks down at the most stunning girl he's ever laid eyes upon. He closes his eyes, pulling the blankets higher so her delicate form won't get cold in the middle of the night and lets himself indulge in the feeling of her soft skin brushing his. Not being able to believe what just happened between them, his body relaxes more than it had in months, maybe even years. Admiring her features and carefully placing a chaste kiss on her temple before he too drifts off to sleep.
Note: Apologies if I posted this already, I couldn't remember lol. Enjoy!
Learning that you have meta abilities, especially ones that are similar to Central City's greatest hero is a lot to swallow.
Barry was very grateful to you for restoring his speed back to its neutral state. You had to admit it felt nice to help the Flash.
Although you couldn't exactly tell anyone about your little superhero team up, knowing that you made such a difference was enough.
"I know it might be too much to just expect you to become a part of the team and start fighting bad guys, but if you want, I can show you how to control your speed. It really helps when you're running late."
Barry's invitation was sweet. You liked that he respected your decision to remain somewhat normal. Being a hero might have been his calling but it wasn't yours and you were fine with that.
So you started your little practices. Barry and his team allotted time between their hero adventures to help you master all the perks that came with being a speedster.
Harry carried out a lot of the calculations and kept recordings of your progress. When you weren't at your day job, you were in Star Labs running in the speed lab or completing other tasks to improve your abilities. The first time you'd launched a bolt of lightning you were a little hesitant, but Harry wasn't worried. The sizzling dummy before you had you gaping. Harry just jotted down a note with a small grin.
"You're improving fast. I guess it's expected. It's a lot easier when we already know the fundamentals of speedster capabilities."
You were still a bit awe struck. The entire situation was a bit hard to believe.
Harry noticed your still form, lowering his tablet.
"Is everything okay?"
You nod.
"Yeah I'm fine, it's just crazy. You guys deal with this everyday. I live in this town so I've seen a lot of the weird and unexplained, but to actually become a part of it is kind of strange."
You've come to appreciate all that Team Flash does. Everyday they lay their lives on the line for strangers. Using their gifts to stop the truly bad people.
"You all are so amazing. I know you must get this a lot, but thank you for all you do for the city. I'm sure everyone in this town feels the same way. Thank you for showing me how to make a difference, even when I didn't think I could."
Even when you doubted yourself, Harry believed.
"It was nothing. All I saw was your potential. " He adjusted his glasses, directing his gaze back to his tablet.
"I need to get these readings to Cisco so we can keep track of your speed pattern." You smile, moving to his side. He raises a brow.
"Mind if I tag along, I never really stick around for all the science stuff. I'd like to see how it all works."
Harry didn't object, so you grab your water bottle as you both head to the cortex. When you walk in Cisco is seated at the desk, munching on twizzlers. Not that you're surprised.
He catches sight of the both of you, straightening.
"Hey speedy, how was training?"
"Good I think."
Harry hands Cisco the tablet and Cisco basically shoots out of his seat.
"Are you kidding me! You managed to do the bolt of destruction!"
"We're not calling it that." Harry says blankly. You just giggle.
"Just one. It was a bit difficult."
Cisco places a hand on your shoulder.
"The fact that you can even do it with just two months of training is awesome. With this kind of progress you'll be mastering Flashtime in your sleep." Cisco is already rushing to log the notes into the computer. Cisco and Harry begin to bicker over the entries. If you're being honest you barely understand what some of the notes truly mean. The stats look a bit foreign to you.
Your eyes glance over in Harry's direction.
You've been trying to think of a way to thank him for all the assistance. You've known him for roughly two and a half months and you can tell his personality is a bit standoffish. He's blunt, short tempered and smiles are very rare. Yet, here he is on another earth protecting your city.
Maybe your need to please him isn't strictly due to your need to repay his kindness.
He is very good to look at.
"Next week we'll work on your phasing."
Harry's words pull you back and you nod in hopes that it appears as though you've been listening.
"I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then."
You squeeze your bottle, waving at them.
"Bye!"
You're gone in under five seconds and they both blink at the whiplash of wind.
The concept of phasing sounded so easy. It was actually something you were looking forward to. That's until you really understood what it fully meant.
Alas, you should have known better.
"H-Harry!"
He grabs your hand, and you're full on panicking because the lower half of your body is still phasing into the ground.
"I-I'm scared! H-How do I get it to stop!"
"Just breathe, you need to relax. I won't let you get hurt, just look at me."
You're still breathing heavily, and you direct your shaky gaze at him.
"Picture your body moving through the floor. I'm going to tug, and you'll need to do the rest."
"I-I don't think I can..."
He squeezes your hand.
"You can, I believe in you. Just trust yourself. You can do this."
You swallow and train all your focus on Harry. Taking a deep breath, you try to follow his instruction. Harry gives a tug, and your body begins to move from beneath the floor. You're slowly rising and he smiles. You stumble out and when your body is freed from the floor, you crash into his chest. He steadies you, looking you over. Your body is no longer phasing.
"You did it."
You nod, still gripping onto him. You're a bit scared that if you let go you'll sink into the floor again. It's a bit discouraging how hard this is to grasp. You have no doubt that Barry didn't struggle this much with his abilities. He seems so confident.
Fearless.
"I'm sorry that I'm so bad at this." You mutter.
"I don't expect you to master every skill all at once. You're learning. It's alright if you don't get it on the first try."
Given Harry's personality, you appreciate how patient he's been with you.
"Thanks for always putting up with me."
You finally get yourself to really let him go. Harry looks down and you can't find it in yourself to move back.
"You don't have to keep thanking me."
You really wish he hadn't said that statement so seductively, or maybe it's just your brain amplifying everything.
"I need to stop watching those hallmark movies."
It's definitely warping your reality. But then, where's the harm in asking.
"Then how exactly should I repay you.."
What possessed you to say that.
Harry himself looks surprised at the statement. You both are still very close. His hands are resting protectively on your shoulders. Given the previous situation, it makes sense. The gesture was for comfort, but now it's electing a completely different reaction.
"What if I asked for something outrageous, would you still be willing?"
You swallow, because you can't hallucinate this. It sounds like he's flirting with you.
You can't help but let your eyes stray to his lips, and he catches the action.
"Maybe I-"
"Hey (Y/N) I heard you were practicing your phasin-" Barry stumbles when he sees the lack of distance. You move back from Harry and Barry starts stammering.
"S-Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."
Barry makes a quick escape and suddenly the air is a bit tense.
You push down the nerves that rise to the surface, turning to Harry in what you hope is confidence.
"Harry, would you like to go out sometime?"
You can tell he hadn't expected the bold move. But he doesn't seem opposed.
"Is this just payment for my help?"
You can tell that the inquiry means a lot to him.
"It isn't."
There's a bit of a twinkle in his eyes at the response and you wear a bashful smile.
AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!
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Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.
You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.
You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!" You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.
"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.
"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."
"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."
Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.
You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.
Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.
"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.
You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.
You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.
Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.
Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.
“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.
You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.
The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.
“Oh my god” she panted, running her hands through your hair. “I know” you looked up at her, still shocked that she was even here. Harry sat down next to you and took a sip of his drink, “so, Flo, how long are you in town?”
Imagine: Harry is the jealous type, but he makes sure to only show it to you in private.
The cold autumn air slowly hits my face as I pull the collar closer to my neck. Oh, how I missed this place. Tonight was planned to be the perfect night. With all the lights, décor, and family that will be surrounded not only my thoughts but my appearance. I have been counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds for this moment and I'm not going to let anything ruin it.
Smiling to myself as I get closer to my destination my hands automatically finding themselves deep into my coat pockets as I get face to face with the place I have been looking forward to for months.
Making my way up the stone steps I quickly pull my free hand out of the depths of my pocket and quickly ring the golden doorbell. Taking a deep breath and giving myself a mental pep talk I wait for the familiar face to answer the door. As the second's tick by I can't help my wondering mind as it begins to think of all the scenarios that have been living there rent-free.
Oh, how I missed his touch.
The feeling of his fingers slowly interlacing with mine. Feeling his gorgeous jaw-dropping smirk grow bigger against the top of my head as he pulls me closer into his chest while his arms snake their way around my petite waist. The slight breeze of his minty breath against my cheek as his raspy voice continuously whispers sweet nothings in my ear all night, slowly dragging out the torturous prolonged events that we are both dying to experience after such a long wait.
The feeling of his soft hands slowly making their way down my torso making sure to feel every curve and crevice of my body. The way that his lips would slowly torture me as he works his way along my jaw and down my neck knowing all the right places that drive me wild. The way our bodies fit perfectly together as we show each other just how much we missed each other's touch.
Our bodies working together molding themselves into one as get more aggressive with our actions.
The feeling of his muscles straining under my hands as they work their way up and down his back. My body arching itself closer into and against his to take in every single inch of his body. Our lips never failing to mold themselves together feverishly trying to prove who loves who more but never the less neither one of us can ever get enough.
Getting lost in my own little world I forget everything around me.
I feel a soft touch on my face drawing me out of my daydream state. Blinking twice still slightly reeling in my thoughts I feel a soft digit across my bottom lip slowly pulling it back from in between my teeth. Not even realizing that it had been there in the first place.
"Oh sweet darling, whatever were you thinking about that had you this lost in thought?" His voice rang deep into my ears as his hot breath got closer and closer to the nook of my neck. His lips soon making contact with my skin and his hand finding its way to my hip. His fingers waste no time gripping me hard and pulling me against him.
My eyes close automatically as my lip finds its way back between my teeth involuntarily. My body loses control once again as my thoughts wander in awe of all the possibilities. Feeling his smirk grow against my neck as he continues his sweet torture. My fingers sliding their way deep into his hair interlacing themselves and slightly tugging. Causing just the reaction I was hoping for.
A low growl emerges from deep within his throat as he pulls his lips from my neck and onto the place I wanted them the most. Our lips get lost in each other causing us to get deeper and deeper in our own world.
Tugging a little harder on Harry's hair his tongue traces along my bottom lip. Smirking to myself knowing exactly what I am doing as I deny him access and pull him closer than imaginable. There is no separating us. Our bodies are like glue once together there is no pulling us apart.
His hands pull tighter against my waist as the kiss deepens. Our mouths working fast and hard like this kiss is our lifeline. Forgetting about air completely I allow myself to fall into his body knowing that he'll be there to catch me. My mind is reeling as my body loses control of all my senses.
Our lips part for a split second but only for a quick breath in and then, they find each other again. Harry begins to get rigid as his tongue once again asks for access. Still standing my ground and not allowing him access to what he wants most my hands slowly work themselves out of the depths of his hair and down his body. Smirking to myself I know that I won't be able to last much longer but seeing his want so badly sends shivers down my spine.
A hum leaves my body as my head is soon tilted upwards feeling the slight tug of pressure from where Harry's digits are deeply entangled in my hair. His lips never leaving my skin as he works his way from my lips across my jaw and down my neck.
Chills shoot down my body as his tongue slowly works its way up from the base of my neck to the bottom of my earlobe. My sweet spot. My body deceives me as a moan leaves my body. His lips capture my now hot skin and begin the torture I've been dreaming about for months.
One hand still deep in my hair and the other holding tightly onto my waist my body is brought even closer than imaginable to Harry's. "Oh baby girl, if you want to play we will play," He says as he continues the sweet torture against my sweet spot.
My knees begin to buckle and shake as I feel the dampness between my thighs. My hands gripping tightly onto his shirt causing it to slightly rise up his torso exposing one of my favorite tattoos of his. My hips slightly glide themselves across Harry's causing a deep growl to escape his throat and a tighter grip on my hair. He begins to harden even more just by the simple gesture.
His body is reacting the same way mine is. Our touches expressing way more than enough to explain how badly we want this. Right here. Right now. Totally forgetting about tonight's activities that are waiting for us inside.
But all too quickly I knew that this little moment we had must come to an end. Smirking to myself as I bury my head deep into his check and wrapping my arms around his waist I take a deep breath in. Instantly feeling safe and at home. Harry copies my actions and kisses the top of my head.
"Welcome home love." He whispers as he squeezes me tighter before slowly letting go and grabbing my hand.
"C'mon we better go inside. I bet they are wondering what is taking us so long." Harry says as he smirks and runs his fingertips around his mouth. Something that I find so attractive. I smile as I feel the giddiness and the butterflies overtake me and I feel like I am on cloud nine.
As we enter the house I am soon overwhelmed with all the things that I have missed out on in the past few months. The smell of the fall scented candle filling up the small living room that is packed with friends and family I have come to love over the years. The room is filled with laughter and joy as everyone is overtaken with conversation.
Everyone is here. From the smallest and newest member to the grandparents. I smile as I feel warm inside. Home. I am finally home.
It wasn't too long before Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Clearing his throat and smiling down at me before kissing the top of my head, "Everyone she's finally home." He says just loud enough to stop the commotion of conversations happening all around us.
Soon the room got quiet and everyone looked over at us. It was like the calm before the storm.
"Well, it's about damn time!"
"Oh my gosh, how I missed you!"
"You have to tell us everything! Every single detail!"
Everyone all at once bombarded me with questions and wanting to know about my trip to the states. How the filming of my new movie was coming along. How did I like it there? Am I excited to be home? I all too soon got pulled away from Harry's grip and was whisked away. Looking back at the emerald-colored eyes we both not ready to leave each other's sides just yet but we both knew there was no point in fighting the crowd of family members. Giving him a small smile letting him know that I won't allow them to keep me for too long I begin telling all my stories from my time in the states so far.
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"And then just like that, I was instantly in this freezing pool of water fighting the weight of all the heavy clothes they had me wearing for the shot they needed. I almost forgot that we were filming until I reached the top of the water and began gasping for air. I remember frantically looking around trying to find Collin (costar in the movie) in this whole mess because I knew he was next. Next thing I know I hear "CUUUTTTT" and then I have like five people's hands-on me pulling me back to the platform." I say as I try and reenact the whole scene showing my emotions the best I could.
The room fills with laughter as I sit back down on the couch and brush my hair out of my face.
"That sounds so crazy. I mean the whole experience Y/N. Like shit to think that we were 5 years old and you would be prancing around the house reenacting your favorite scenes of your favorite movies. Always asking to play dress up and now here you are doing it for a living." My sister states as she reaches over and pulls me into a hug.
"We are just so proud of you, Y/N. You are really out there do amazing things." My Mum says as she tries to hide the tears in her eyes. Smiling and reaching over to grab her hand, "Thank you Mum, but don't cry because then it will make me cry." I say. I can't help but scan the room for the one person's attention I wanted the most. Don't get me wrong I love my family and I am beyond grateful and blessed to have their support, but I really am starting to miss his presence. I mean I've been gone for almost four months to shoot my new movie, and I've only been back home for not even an hour and I already miss him being next to me.
Eventually, our eyes find each other a smile soon spreads across my faces as I begin to relax. I have this uncanny feeling that his eyes have not once left mine since he saw me on the front steps. Butterflies erupt in my tummy as I nervously play with my hair. You would think after all this time of us being together that I would be used to him looking at me with that look he does or even just being around him in general but it never does. I think that I will always have this honeymoon stage feeling deep inside of me when it comes to Harry and how he makes me feel.
I can see him smirk out of the corner of my eyes and as I am about to get up and go to him I am yet again pulled in a different direction. I could have sworn I heard him curse under his breath at once again being kept from me. We are both clearly on the same page when it comes to not only the sexual tension between us but the desire and urge to be constantly right next to each other.
I mean can you blame us?
Running my fingers through my hair I tried my hardest to engage in the conversation around me, but I can't help but let my mind wander once again with thoughts of Harry. I chime in every once in and while to keep up the act I am doing of participating, but they soon catch on and excuse themselves politely.
I soon find myself in the kitchen looking for something to snack on while on the hunt for my favorite person. Looking at all my options on the counter I can't help but take a little bit of everything. I didn't realize how hungry I was until there was food right in front of me.
Stuffing my face with the homemade pasta salad that my Aunt makes I moan in appreciation of having a good home-cooked meal compared to fast food or easy access take out.
"You always were one for some home-cooked meals." A voice sounded in the background.
Being caught off guard I quickly spin around to be face to face with a childhood friend. Smiling and quickly finishing the mouth full of food I had I rush over and give James a hug.
"Oh, my gosh James, what are you doing here? I had no idea you were even in town!" I say as I pull away from the hug to get a good look at him.
"Damn what has it been? Ten years since we saw each other? You're still looking amazing as ever." He says as he holds me at arm's length. Shaking my head in agreement we begin talking about life and catching up on all the small things we've missed.
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"So you're telling me it took you clear until after you graduated uni that you wanted to move from the hell hole town we lived in? Shit, I knew right from the time we were able to get out of here that I didn't want to stay any longer than I had to." I stated as I reach over and lay my hand on his arm in a kind gesture.
"I mean we had different things going on in our lives back then and when I think about it I don't know I guess I wasn't ready to give up what I had at that time," James said as he takes another swig of his beer as he looks up at me.
"Yeah with you getting drunk every weeknight and only caring about how many classes you could skip," I say trying my hardest to hold back a laugh but failing miserably. We both break out into a fit of laughter as we reminisce on our childhood days.
"You know when I found out that you actually moved and was starting up this career of yours I couldn't believe it. I was so surprised. I remember when we would stay up late sitting on the roof outside your bedroom window talking about our dreams I just never imagined that it would take off the way that it did. Not saying that I didn't think that you couldn't do it or that you wouldn't ever make it but you never think that you would be the one sitting in a restaurant one-day eating dinner when you get a notification that the person you are in love with is on the big screen living out her dream." James says as he looks at me but quickly looks away.
"What did you just say?" I ask as confusion took over. Did he really just say what I think he just said? I set down my drink and look up at him. "James, did you just say you were in love with me?" I ask completely taken off guard.
"Oh yeah, I guess I did." He stuttered as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Look I know that it comes off as a surprise but how could you not know? I mean just look at our childhood and how far we've come. Everything that we've been through together. I've been in love with you since we met. I never wanted to say anything because there was never the right time." James stated as he stood up off the barstool and walked closer to me.
"I'm not sure what to say, James. I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way. Honestly I never really saw you like that. You were always just one of my best friends." I say as I stand up and begin to take steps backward as James made his way closer to me.
"C'mon Y/N you're telling me that you never felt the tension between us growing up? All the late nights we spent together sneaking out and getting into trouble together? All the times we would share our deepest secrets and interests? Us getting closer and closer?" He whispered as if someone was listening.
"James I'm sorry but no. You were my best friend and that was it. I never wanted anything more than that and I'm sorry if I lead you on in any way back then but times are different now. I'm happy with Harry and Harry is the only one that I want." I stated as I no longer backed away but stood my ground.
James carefully lifts his hand up to slowly tuck away a loose piece of hair that has fallen into my face.
"Y/N I could treat you so much better than he can." He says as he leans in closer. "I know that you guys would never work out in the end anyway. With you out there constantly traveling to different places for your movies and him traveling for his music. Why would you want to be with someone who couldn't actually be with you," James stated as he got even closer. "I bet you he can't even satisfy your needs with him being away all the time, but me oh I could travel with you. I could show you everything that you are missing." He whispers as I put my hand up to stop him.
"James I-" I start off before I felt the familiar tug around my hips.
"Ah see James and that's where you are wrong," Harry states as he pulls me back against him and his lips softly kiss my temple. Feeling him smirk against my skin I instantly relax. "Hey baby," he whispers in my ear as he squeezes me tightly. Gently laying my head back against his chest I interlace our fingers together as I notice that James and Harry have held eye contact this entire time.
"So Y/N here has told me that you guys knew each other growing up, is that right James?" Harry asks as he removes one of his hands from mine and quickly grabs a pretzel from the chip bowl and tosses it into his mouth. My eyes never leaving James as I wait to see how this situation is going to unfold.
Harry softly grabs my hips once more and slowly turns me so we are facing each other. Smirking at me he backs me up gently against the bar that we were standing next to and grabs a piece of fruit that was perfectly placed on the plate.
"Yeah, we met and grade school," James says as he cautiously watches Harry's every move. He too is not sure what is about to happen.
"Oh well isn't that just lovely? That she is lucky enough to," he takes a quick pause to hold up the piece of pineapple, my favorite, asking for my permission. My mouth slowly opens and I take a bite. Our eyes are locked. I know exactly what he is doing, but I don't dare utter a word.
"Have a friend like you after all these years. Someone who is so interested in not only her work but also in her relationships. I am so glad that she has someone like you beside her because I would hate for her to have people around her who don't respect her." Harry finishes as he watches my every move as I finish the piece of pineapple.
Quickly finishing my small snack I lick my lips and once again reach out for Harry. He desperately answers as he grabs my waist and pulls himself closer to me.
James hasn't made a peep. He just stands there staring. Not sure what to do or say.
"Well we shouldn't keep the other guest waiting now should we darling?" Harry asks as he grabs my hand and excuses us from James.
Without letting me go he leads me down the hallway and towards the stairs. Not asking any questions I follow him willingly. There were a few people who tried to stop us to have small talk but Harry not allowing anyone else to steal me away politely dodges them.
Harry mumbles some things under his breath but I couldn't make them out clearly. Something about Showing him? Missing me? He couldn't take it anymore? My mind is reeling all I can think about as Harry leads me to some unknown location is the fact that our skin is touching and I can not only feel my heartbeat pounding through my entire body to my fingertips is that I could feel Harry's as well.
My back soon hits a hard surface and I am soon attacked by Harry's lips. Without even thinking my hands react and find themselves entangled in Harry's hair pulling hard. Harry groans loudly as he slams his hips against mine showing me how badly he needs me. It all makes sense now. The muffled mumbling he was making.
"You are so lucky that there is a whole house full of people downstairs or I would have taken you right then and there on that barstool," Harry growls as he quickly removes my shirt and his lips start their attack on my chest. My heart can't help but beat faster and faster the harder Harry sucks and nips at my skin. Leaving his marks all over me from the top of my neck all the way down to my chest. Moaning and tugging harder on his hair I pull his lips back to mine.
Our lips find themselves in the same battle as from earlier on the porch. This time I know better than to battle him. His tongue roughly traces the outline of my lip before he captures it between his teeth causing us both to moan out.
"God I wanted you so badly these last few months, and when I saw you tonight after not having you in person I could barely contain myself," Harry stated as he slid his hand down my torso his fingertips teasing my skin until they reach their destination. My button is soon undone and we both are fighting against the fabric of my pants.
As Harry is preoccupied with pulling our clothing off my hands and lips waste no time in making contact with his skin. My lips begin to torture Harry's neck as my hands slide down his toned torso searching for what I have been missing.
My small hand quickly wraps itself around Harry's member causing him to stop dead in his tracks and moan out.
"Fuck baby," he whimpers as my lips soon work their way down to join my hand.
Kissing down his torso making sure to take my time I look up at him to see him in complete bliss. Hair is ruffled up, his eyes are nowhere to be seen as his head falls back against the wall. His perfect lips form a small circle as his breathing hitches awaiting my next move.
Smirking to myself I am eye to eye with the manhood of the man that I love. My hand slowly working its magic moving up and down and occasionally rotating my wrist to cause the perfect friction.
His hips buckle upward and his hands soon find themselves in my hair. His breathing is anything but normal as he soon becomes impatient.
"Baby, fuck please do something. I need to feel you." He whispers as he tilts my head upward so that our eyes can meet. Without hesitation, I do as I am asked and kiss the tip before slowly taking him all in. Hearing the hiss from above as my head begins to bob up and down I continue with no intentions of stopping.
His grip on my hair tightens the faster I work my mouth and hand. Swirling my tongue and hallowing my cheeks I close my eyes and take pride in the effect that I have on this man.
Harry's hips continue to buck back and forth completely in sync with me. With my free hand, I reach up and try to hold his hips back. I want to make this last. Make him take in every single second. I want to feel every inch of him against my tongue and cheeks. I want to hear him moan out and feel his digits deeply entangled in my hair as I know that I am the one making him feel this good.
He continues to buck against me involuntarily he realizes what I am trying to do. I soon release Harry and now begin to hold him back with both my hands strictly relying on just my mouth.
Harry clearly doesn't disagree as his moans get louder and his manhood gets harder.
"Fuck darling you feel so bloody good." He whimpers as he looks down at me our eyes holding contact.
Bobbing my head even faster continuing to hold Harry's stare as his shaft gets deeper and deeper causing me to gag just a little.
Moaning against him I can't help the attraction and love I feel for this man. I can feel myself once again losing control of my thoughts as I think of every ungodly thing that I want this man to do to me.
The dampness between my legs is undeniable at this point. "Holy shit Y/N I want you to keep fucking looking at me as you suck me off." Harry moans as he tugs my hair and helps me bob up and down. My eyes soon look up and make contact with his and continue to do as I am told. Sweat soon dripping down off his face as he tries to contain himself longer not wanting it to end.
My hand soon slides its way back down his thigh and around his cock. Quickly picking up on where I left off I begin to suck on the tip as my hand massages the rest of his length occasionally reaching down and gently massaging his balls.
Harry soon can't stand it anymore and quickly jerks me up.
"Bend over now!" He demands as he grabs my hips and spins me around. Instantly laying my top half over the bathroom sink causing my ass to be perfectly aligned with his hips. Harry traces his hand down my spine as the other and grabs my hips not allowing me any wiggle room.
His fingertips slowly make their way down my body teasing me as he pins me against the sink. I soon feel the loss of contact but not shortly after feeling the sting of the slap against my ass. Harry and I both moan out as we force ourselves to withstand the prolonged wait.
"God, you are absolutely perfect. How I missed this ass." Harry states as he rubs the spot that he just hit. Moaning and instinctively going on my tiptoes my ass arches to follow his touch. A small chuckle leaves his lips as I feel his fingertips between my thighs oh so slowly working their way to my heated core.
"Mm tell me baby how badly did you miss me?" He whispers as he leans down his chest making contact with my back. His hand that rested on my hip soon begins to massage its way up my side searching for its second home. It finally makes contact as I feel my nipple harden under his fingertips.
Moaning loudly not caring who hears my back arches and my ass rubs against his hardened cock. Harry hisses in my ear as he pins me back down with his hips. "Tell me now darling." He demands again his voice low and raspy.
"So fucking much." I whimper as I feel his fingertips back at it again working their way to my core. I can feel his smirk against my back as he kisses his way along my spine.
"You know the whole four months you were gone I thought about you every day. Missing you. Wishing it was you who was riding my cock instead of my hand. Each day dragging out making the want unbearable at times. But now you are back and anytime we get a chance someone has to come and pull you away," Harry says slightly irritated.
"You don't know how badly I just wanted to pull you away and keep you all to myself tonight. The way you looked as you strolled to the front door. The way you kept denying me. How you oh so casually would glance my way not knowing all the dirty thoughts that have been on repeat since you walked in. And then to hear James state that he could satisfy you better than I could. Fuck I could have so easily shown him right then and there who you belonged to. Who you longed for." He whispered in my ear as his fingers danced around my wet folds teasing my clit. His breath hitched when he felt the wetness for himself.
"Oh, baby you never fail to amaze me. Always so ready for me."
Moaning out aching for his words and touch even more. "Keep going," I begged.
"I guess he and everyone else will soon find out who you belong to because I am not going to stop fucking you until we are both on this floor unable to walk or move," Harry states as he quickly slides two fingers deep inside me causing us both to moan out in pleasure at the missed contact.
"Fucking hell Harry!" I scream as I begin to grind my ass against his hand. His hand gripping my hip harder the faster my hips rock.
"Do not cum darling. I want you to feel everything. I want you withering in want and need as I slowly fuck you with my fingers." Harry moans as he beings to grind his hips against me his fingers never stopping their sweet torture.
Gripping onto the sink I soon feel myself reaching the bliss I have missed so dearly. Moaning and grinding harder and faster as Harry's fingers curve up and hit the magic spot.
"Ah fuck Haz! Please don't stop. God!" I moan out.
"Fuck Y/N! Yes, grind that pretty little ass of yours against me." Harry moans as I can see him watching me grind against him in the mirror above me. He soon notices the mirror as well causing a smirk to grow on his face.
"Oh, this is going to be fun baby." He states as he slides his fingers out and lifts them to his mouth cleaning all the juices off of them. A whimper escapes my lips at the loss of contact but soon is replaced with a loud gasp as I feel Harry thrust deep inside of me.
"Watch me fuck you, baby." Harry moans as he grabs both sides of my hips and rocks us back and forth. Both of us holding eye contact through the mirror.
His head soon falls back in pure bliss as he gets faster and deeper. No words are able to form out of my mouth as I watch this man come undone. My hands reaching back and grabbing his hand and placing it atop my breast. His fingers begin their magic as he twists and pulls on my nipple never stopping the sweet torture from his hips.
We are both moaning messes as the climb because noticeable. Unable to control myself my ass begins to grind, bounce, and swivel against Harry causing him to go deeper than I could have ever imagined allowing him access to my sweet spot.
Screaming out unable to bare much more I lose control and let go all around him. My eyes go back to the mirror watching as I come undone around him and continuing to ride out my high.
"Fuck yes baby. Cum on me. Watch yourself cum all over me." Harry yells as his hips thrust faster. Bracing myself against the sink my legs get weak and I can barely stand. My breathing is irregular and my heart is pounding deep in my chest. I wipe away the hair that is sticking to my forehead as I try to catch my breath.
Without warning, Harry spins us around and I am pinned against the wall. Harry's lips attack my neck as his hands wrap themselves around my thighs. My hands find themselves scratching their way down Harry's back causing a low growl to escape from his throat. "You keep doing that and I swear to God I will fuck the bloody hell out of you" Harry growls into my neck as he pounds into me wasting no time.
Digging my nails deeper into his skin as my head falls back onto the wall unable to hold myself up Harry wraps my legs around his waist.
His teeth dig into the nook of my neck as his thrust begins once again rough and fast. Not caring who can hear us the pressure begins to build quickly.
Not wanting it to end my fingers find their way into Harry's hair and I give a slight tug. Signally that I miss his lips on mine. He takes the hint and kisses his way up my neck.
Moaning softly your eyes meet swiftly as if just by looking at each other you told him what you wanted. Harry's lips soon meet yours. Lips entangle themselves and you continue to pull and massage on Harry's head as the kiss deepens.
Harry using his hands to hold me up against the wall he slows down his pace forcing us both to feel every inch and every touch. My body feels like it's on fire every place I feel Harry's touch. My skin aching for attention.
"Oh, how I missed you, Harry." You whisper as you bite your lip and wipe the loosely fallen hair out of Harry's eyes. He moans in agreement as he concentrates on pleasing you. His lips working along your skin as his hips thrust long and slow strides. Your hips buckle begging for a faster pace but you fight the urge.
Your eyes soon meet your reflection in the mirror and you watch as Harry's back muscles strain with every thrust. His ass is absolutely perfect you think as the pressure soon builds up slowly.
"Har-" You start off as your eyes involuntarily close.
"I know baby girl I know. You feel so good I don't want it to end!" He confesses as you both know your bodies can't handle the torture much longer. His hips eventually can't take it anymore and he picks up the pace. You both lose control and grip onto each other as the world around you completely stops.
You forget about everything and everyone around you as yours and Harry's high take over your body and thoughts.
An overwhelming cold sensation takes over your body and draws you out of your ecstasy. Slowly I open my eyes and smile as I make eye contact with the curly-haired boy who is in front of me.
Smirking back at you, Harry lifts his hands up to grab a hold of your face. "You are mine and I am the only one who will ever make you feel like this. God, the power you have over me is unbelievable. I love you." Harry whispers as he gently kisses you all over.
‘Trouble in Paradise’ Chapter 1: We are the Styles
Synopsis: A young 28 year old cold but very hot CEO, or rather the biggest CEO in the whole of Europe falls for a sweet and nice 23 year old globally known, highest paid model Y/N Jenner. Yes she is part of the Kardashian - Jenner clan. Being totally opposite & from 2 different worlds is hard, but you know what they say opposites attract. Their love is all the world is currently gossiping about but this private man is finally enjoying hearing these kinds of rumors about him.
Now they have 2 kids and Harry just loves it all. Lavender being just 1min 32 seconds older than Ash but pretending to be 1 whole year older. They both love each other to a crazy extent, but wait there is a twist…. Will they remain to love each other so much forever? Will sibling love fade away because of their parents?
But in all of this chaos will Harry and Y/N fall out of love? Will they not want each other?
Warning: Cheating, mild cursing, sex, pregnancy.
A/N’s Note: I hope you like the first chapter. I do not own anything except the storyline. These series have nothing to do with reality, it's just a fanfic and does not intend to offend anyone. Y/N is cameoed by Gigi Hadid. This is my first time writing a fanfic so please stand by. Please share your suggestions because I have something crazy in my head, and your suggestion might just end up making it crazier. Please don’t shy away from sharing. I promise ya’ll for a happy ending!!!
Love you all!
Celebrity inside news, CEO Harry Styles is no more single, he is taken indeed. Yes you hear it right. The young Billionaire was seen with Victoria's Secret angel Y/N at the Catalyst Restaurant holding hands as well as even kissing. Well they seem pretty serious because it's both of their 1st time making any of their relationships public. Before this the young Vogue model was linked with actor Tom Holland but they did not confirm anything, rumors also said that both of them had a nasty breakup, but god knows the truth.
Did you like the Hollywood new power couple? Please let us know.
Y/N: Haz I knew that there is gonna be news but these many, and even including our pasts, this is just not done!! We need to take action against it.
Y/N firmly said.
Harry: Babe we don’t need to do anything, if you allow may I suggest something?
Harry, like a gentleman asked and Y/N blushed at his small act, the anger just blew away.
Y/N: Go ahead, I’m all ears.
Harry: Then let's make our relationship official, this way we will not have to hide anything. I know this will be tough but I think we both are strong enough to handle it all.
After an hour, just try to convince Y/N to make things official, Harry wins. Which was new in their relationship because Y/N always won.
Y/N posted this on her Instagram and from the moment it got posted, it blew up!!
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yourinstagram: My man is my man none of your man!!
PS: This was a win-win Mr. CEO not, your win.
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Gemmastyles: Never knew Y/N you had such low standards.
yourinstagram @/gemmastyles: Can’t help who you fall for Gem’s
Y/Nmylove: OMG!!! MY FREAKING NEW PARENTS!!
Harryishandsome: I knew there was something going on between them.
Y/Nfan4: Oh sure you did
harryfan3: excuse me? what about tom 😶
Y/Nfan12: harry and y/n getting together is world.
A day later the Model posted a picture of her promoting her boo’s brand Pleasing.
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yourinstagram: Pleasing people!!!
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harryfan1: THERE'S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.
harryfan2: YOU'RE THE BEST.
yourinstagram: I LOVE YOU
harryfan3: @/yourinstagram: same girl 😭😭
harryfan4: I’m still lost, what about tom??!!!
2 Years later-
Harry and Y/N tried multiple time but failed to make a baby, this is there last time other wise they will opt for adoption.
Harry: Babe don’t worry, everything is gonna be fine
Y/N: How Haz I am not able to fulfill one simple wish of your, I ‘m just useless.
Harry: Babe just take a deep breath and lets check the test results.
Y/N nods.
The Pregnancy test was positive which meant they both were going to be parents. Both Y/N and Harry celebrated that moment.
8 months into pregnancy after a dozen disagreements both Harry and Y/N decide to reveal there little secret.
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yourinstagram: I are really happy to announce that me and my boyfriend are soon going to become parents. I’m truly in love with our child (or children) already.
Mama and Dada love you!!!
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And again they both blew the internet up. It was now a very casual thing for both of them to create online jam and blow up.
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stylesnews Y/N styles in London today with her child. Coming out of the Style and Co. Tower. It is still unknow which gender there child is or what there name is. But we hope that the baby is happy and health and of course a upcoming style icon like there parents.
Harryfan1: Omg she looks so pretty & in shape even after pregnancy
Y/Nfan3: Yay she is a model, she knows the tips and tricks.
Y/Nfan8: I hope it’s a girl
Harryishot: She is giving major milf vibezz.
3 Years later-
A perfect family morning at the Styles mansion, the twins were running around while Y/N was preparing breakfast and Harry was still sleeping.
Y/N: Haz wake up!!! It's 10 am already, you're gonna be late for work.
Harry’s POV
I woke up to my beautiful girlfriend’s voice. I'm just not in the mood to go to work today, I just wanna be home with 3 of my babies…..
I went downstairs to see my sweet wifey preparing brekkie and my little munchkins running amok around the house.
End of POV
Both the 3 year old's, Lavender (nickname Lav) and Ash are really close to each other, something which their parents are really grateful of.
They ran outside to surprise their dad as they heard his footsteps coming downstairs. While running Ash accidentally fell and started to sob uncontrollably. Harry and Y/N ran towards him, Harry went and tried to calm his son down. While seeing her beloved brother cry Lav also started crying. And soon both of them were fine, not at all crying anymore.
Harry and Ash both had a very amazing relationship, unlike most baseball father and son duo they both were fairly open to each other but still Ash was a mom’s son after all. Even Lav was a total daddy’s girl.
Ash had a more reserved, observant and calm nature unlike his sister who was a totally hyperactive and enthusiastic creature.
End of the day they are the Styles, one of Hollywood's most popular and happy family.
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harrystyles: Love you my life. Happy birthday to Lavender Style and Ash Styles. Mama and Dada love you a lot!!!
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The world is crazy again!!!
This is chapter 1 I hope you all liked it I was a light chapter, the upcoming chapter are going to be very less visuals and more text, at least that’s in my head but if you like it this way we may continue too. Let me know if Gigi Hadid should give the cameo of Y/N throughout or should I change the celebrity with every chapter.
Sorry I posted it but it got deleted immediately, sorry for making ya’ll wait.
Harry Potter x Reader
A/N: This story is inspired by a Brooklyn 99 episode, Show Me Going. Obviously, this has been changed from the storyline of the episode, but the initial idea came from the show. Also, my first Harry Potter fic, askafdsg-
Summary: Y/N happens to be the closest to an active deatheater attack. As an Auror, she decides to respond back, and is now in a life-threatening situation. Harry, on the other hand, is stuck at the Ministry of Magic and has been specifically ordered not to leave.
Contains: Wand battle, a few curse words, near death situation, fluffy ending.
Requested: No
"Good morning, Ginny," I brightly said as she walked out of her room in a bathrobe, yawning loudly. "Mmm, morning Y/N," she said, taking the cup of coffee I gave her and sighing in relief when the sweet liquid slipped down her throat. "I don't understand how you can drink coffee with so much milk and sugar," I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I drank my own black coffee. "I could say shit about your coffee too, roomie," she said, pointing at my cup. "Please, black coffee is the superior coffee. And also the way coffee is supposed to be drunk," I stated, raising my cup towards her before taking another sip.
"As much as I would like to continue this debate, you have to go for quidditch practice. I have to meet Harry and Ron for our assignments," I said to Ginny, placing my cup in the sink and filling it with water, deciding to wash it later. "Oooooo, Harry, huh?" said Ginny, smirking. "Ginny, I am repeating this... he probably likes you, not me," I said, taking the cup from her hands and putting it in the sink as well. "But you like him," she said, wriggling her fingers at me. "You look stupid," I said, going to my room to get ready. "You know you love me, even if you can't admit it," she called out, and I stuck my finger out at her before going into my room.
"Bye, Gin, love ya," I said, hugging her tightly for a few seconds before running out the door. Half a piece of toast was held tightly between my teeth as I tried shoving the documents I needed into my backpack. "Bye! Love ya too!" she replied, running around the house for her broom. I ran out of the door and went to an abandoned road before disapparating to the Ministry. I ignored the queasy feeling in my stomach and ran to the room, too scared of Kingsley to be late. "Hey, Harry! Hey Ron!" I exclaimed as I walked into the room for the Aurors, trying to fix my disheveled appearance. "Hey Y/N," said Harry, kissing my cheek in greeting. "Hey Y/N, did you fight a dragon on the way here?" he said jokingly, pointing at my clothes. "Yeah, I did. She was looking for her broom, creating a tornado wherever she went," I said, referencing Ginny's harried searching. "I have been on the receiving end of that way too many times that I would like," shuddered Ron. "Good Morning," said Kingsley, walking into the room. Everyone instantly stood at attention. "I will be giving you assignments. Y/N, I want you to go to the gateway to platform 9 3/4. Apparently, someone had spotted one of the wanted death eaters there. This is one of the highest priority cases we have since winter break has just ended," said Kingsley, making me stand up straighter. "Wouldn't you want to give that to Harry? I mean, he killed Voldemort," I asked hesitantly. "Well, Harry only uses Expelliarmus. And you killed Bellatrix, no hesitation. You are best equipped. Now, are you leaving?" he asked, making me nod and start getting ready to leave. "Congrats Y/N! Though I did not appreciate that jab at me," joked Harry, making me laugh. "Bye Harry dear," I said, giving him a quick side hug before running out of the room.
I disapparated from the Ministry and landed on an abandoned corner near the train station. The queasy feeling erupted in my stomach again, but I pushed down the nausea to get my job done. God, I hated how it felt to disapparate. As I walked to the platform, I remember when I had killed Bellatrix during The Battle Of Hogwarts. "Not my best friend, you bitch," I growled when I saw the way Bellatrix attacked Ginny. I pushed Ginny behind me and held my wand in front of me tightly, spark flying from the tip at the anger I fought to contain. "Ah, Y/N! I wonder how dear Harry will feel when his Y/N has been killed by the same person who killed his godfather!" she cackled loudly. "Crucio," I said without hesitation, a cold look on my face. As she writhed in pain on the ground, I said, "That is for Harry, for when he was tortured by you that night." Then, I pulled my wand arm back and yelled, "Sectumsempra," making cuts blossom everywhere on her body as she lay on the ground in pain, the crazy smile still on her face. "That is for the word you wrote on Hermione with your stupid knife," I said through gritted teeth as blood seeped onto the ground. I brought my arm back one final time and yelled, "AVARADA KEDAVRA!" At that moment, Bellatrix died, the crazed smile being replaced by horror right before she died. "And that is for Sirius, Alice, Frank, and all the other people you tortured and killed," I spat before using a spell to make her body turn to ashes immediately. "Gin, are you okay?" I asked worriedly, my hands on her face as I examined for any fatal wounds. "I'm fine," she sniffed, pulling me into a tight hug. "Y/N," gasped Hermione, running to me and hugging me as well. "We're okay, we're all okay," I said, hugging the two of them tightly. "Harry?" I asked worriedly. Hermione looked towards Harry, a smile on his face as Hagrid walked past him. "Harry!" I yelled immediately, running to him and hugging him tightly. "I hate you," I sobbed, slamming my fists into his chest weakly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you," he said, gently clasping my hands and bringing me into his chest. We stood there for a few moments. "We won," I said, smiling up at him through the tears. "I'm wanna be an Auror," I said decidedly. "Same," said Harry, both of us laughing.
"Y/N! What are you doing here?" asked a familiar 16-year-old boy. "Do my eyes deceive me, or do I see Dennis Creevey in front of me?" I laughed, the young boy wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "I'm 16 now, Y/N!" he exclaimed excitedly. "He would be so proud of you," I said softly, referring to his older brother. "You think so?" he asked hopefully, holding my hands. "I know so," I said, tapping his nose with my finger and making him giggle. "Where are your parents?" I asked, looking around for the muggle parents. "They didn't come. Too many... memories," said Dennis, making me nod. "Okay, then I'll walk through the wall with you. Can't have you starting your sixth year alone," I said, pushing his trolley with him and walking through the gate. "Why is the platform so empty?" I asked, looking around the almost empty platform, the scarlet train billowing white smoke that filled the area.
"Most people stayed over at Hogwarts. After the Battle, people wanted to spend some time in the castle. Mum, on the other hand, wanted me home so she could check up on me," said Dennis, his hand clasped in mine. "Why are you here, though?" he asked as we went to the back of the train to load his luggage. "Nothing for you to worry about," I chuckled, brushing my hand through his hair. Suddenly, the radio connected to the Ministry's radio station crackled on my hip. "Two minutes, Dennis," I said, walking away from the boy and bringing out the radio. "Death eater attack, possibly 12, in the hotel near Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross. 6 or 7 Unforgivable curses shot. Numerous civilians trapped, all of them muggles. Requesting Aurors nearby to respond," said a crackly voice, making me stand up straighter. "Dennis, honey, I've gotta go! Have an amazing year at school," I said, giving him a small hug before running out of the platform. Different voices crackled through the radio, volunteering for the task. As I ran towards the wall, I muttered, "Expecto Patronum." A dog appeared in the mist, howling once before looking at me. "L/N, 1006, show me going," I said to the dog, which bounded away quickly as I ran out of the platform to the hotel that I knew and had stayed at the days before school would start. "L/N, 1006, I have you going," I heard, the only confirmation I needed for apparating to the hotel.
Meanwhile, Ginny Weasley came to the Ministry holding a croissant for her best friend, along with two cups of coffee. She walked into the room to see twelve people littered around the room, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley among them. "Hey Ron, Harry," nodded Ginny, setting her bag down on Y/N's empty desk. "Where's Y/N?" she asked, looking around the room. "That lucky dog got a task, unlike some of us. There were very few cases today," grumbled Harry, dotting the 'i' he had just written on the document. At that moment, the radio crackled, and a voice boomed through the building. "Death eater attack, possibly 12, in the hotel near Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross. 6 or 7 Unforgivable curses shot. Numerous civilians trapped, all of them muggles. Requesting Aurors nearby to respond," said the person, making everybody glance up worriedly. "Warwick, 9238, show me going," said a voice, and the radio person responded, "9238, I have you going." Harry and Ron glanced at each other worriedly, while Ginny looked confused. Everyone else's faces were grave as they listened to the radio. "Hilbert, 9825, show me going," said another voice, receiving the same response from the radio. "What are they saying?" asked Ginny, no longer having the patience to understand it herself. "Show me going and their badge number. They're informing the Ministry that they are nearby and are arriving at the scene using their Patronus. We don't have these cases very often," said Ron. Harry sat still, too agitated to respond as more numbers and voices crackled through the radio. "L/N, 1006, show me going," crackled a familiar voice, making Harry, Ron, Ginny, and all the other authors in the room glance at each other. "L/N? As in, Y/N L/N?" asked one of the Aurors, glancing at the trio sitting together. "1006, that's Y/N's badge number," commented Harry quietly, the worry etched into his face. "Y/N's there," gasped Ginny softly, her face falling as she peeked at the croissant.
Kingsley walked into the room, bringing Hermione from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Hermione's tear-streaked face immediately revealed that she knew what was happening. Ginny rushed to Hermione's side, her red hair flying behind her like a fierce fire as she wrapped her arms around the brunette. The other Weasley, the brunette's boyfriend, also rushed to her side, the two red-heads helping Hermione to the seat where Y/N usually sat. "There's limited information regarding the death eater attack. The hotel wasn't very crowded, luckily. However, 3 civilians have been killed, and multiple have been tortured by the Cruciatus curse," said Kingsley. "So we're going out there, right? To help Y/N?" asked Harry as Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other with tear-filled eyes. "15 Aurors have already gathered in the area, and other Ministry personnel have locked down the area. It's already a zoo. They want us to remain on alert, but not to respond," said Kingsley calmly, knowing that panicking would only make everything worse for them. "I know you are all concerned about Y/N, but she's not going in alone. She's going with a whole team of Aurors, each better than the next," said Kingsley, addressing the people in the whole room.
"And, I mean, it's Y/N, right? I mean, she's the toughest of all of us..." said Hermione, waiting for someone to agree. "I mean, yeah. Did you see the way she fought Bellatrix, no hesitation? She can handle herself," agreed Ginny, trying to encourage Hermione and herself, but everyone else remained silent. The Aurors already knew that she was one of the best in their batch, but an active deatheater attack was no joke. "I promise I will keep you updated," finished Kinglsey before leaving the room. "Hermione, she's going to be okay," said Ron, going to comfort his girlfriend. "I know... I love you," she said, grateful for the comfort but too winded up for it to have any effect.
Harry kept trying to divert his attention from the situation, something he had learned to do pretty well with everything in his life. He couldn't help but feel useless as he waited, though. "Two Aurors down," called out someone from the room, making everyone look at her in anticipation. "None of them are L/N," she said after reading the whole document, making everyone sigh in relief. "That's it, I can't handle this anymore," said Harry, getting out of his chair. "Where are you going?" asked Hermione, who still hadn't mustered the strength to go back to her own desk. "I am not going to wait until one of the officers is Y/N," he said, going towards the door. Hermione then locked the door with a charm, making Herry stop in his tracks and look at her in disappointment. She just held her chin high, knowing that this was for the greater good. After trying a few charms, Harry angrily glared at Hermione before stomping angrily in front of her and yelling, "LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW, HERMIONE!"
"No, I won't," said Hermione firmly, looking positively dangerous with the tears flowing down her face and her red-rimmed eyes. This time, Harry's mind was too clouded with anxiety to care. "Hermione, Y/N needs our help," said Harry through gritted teeth. "You heard Kingsley, Harry! There are enough people already! What do you think, you can just show up and be the hero? Fight everyone single-handedly? You need to remain calm and help out here!" said Hermione aggressively, prodding her finger into his chest between each word in her last sentence. This made the boy stumble back until the two were in the middle of the room. "I can't just stand around doing nothing while Y/N fights for her life out there," said Harry, his hand flailing around. "You barging in isn't going to accomplish anything! We're worried too," Hermione screeched. "If you were worried, you'd let me go to her," he said, making Hermione gasp in hurt. "Fuck you, Potter!" she growled, opening the door and stomping away to sit near Ginny, who just looked disappointed in Harry.
Harry stormed out of the room and went to the bathroom. The boy went to the washbasins, his hands clenching around the cool marble as he looked up at his reflection. His hair was tousled beyond measure, and his eyes were red-rimmed. His hand ran through his hair as he started the tap and splashed some water onto his face.
"Fuck," he murmured, worry for you clouding his mind. "Harry?" asked a timid voice, making him look at the mirror to see Ginny standing at the doorway of the bathroom. "Hey Ginny," he said tiredly, running his hand down his face before turning to her. "I'm worried too, you know?" she said softly, walking into the bathroom. "She's always been like an older sister to me, and oh so protective. Remember that time when we were going down the corridor and someone wolf-whistled at me? She punched him so hard his nose broke," she said, chuckling softly. I chuckled with her, reminiscing my own times with Y/N. "I remember the first time I met her. Ron and I were in a compartment together and eating that shit ton of chocolate and candy. She basically ran into the carriage, yelled "Fuck you" at Draco, and then threw the chocolate frog I had in my hand at him. Ugh, I remember thinking how cool she was. She then smiled, and it was so pretty, her eyes literally looked like stars," I sighed, leaning my back against the cold platform. "You like her, don't you?" said Ginny, making me shake my head. "I don't just like her, Gin. I think I love her. For years, I didn't realize my crush on her. Until the Yule Ball, that is," said Harry heavily, making Ginny's eyes widen in realization. "When she went with one of those hotties from Beauxbatons?" she asked, making Harry nod hesitantly. "That dress looked like the angels had made it just for her. Her hair, god, it looked so intricate. But the most beautiful part of her was the way she was grinning, making her eyes scrunch up a little as she walked down the stairs, a little skip in each step. The fact that all that wasn't for me just made me so angry," he said, disappointed in himself for getting into a fight with you then and wasting 2 weeks of precious, precious time that he needed now more than ever. "Tell her, Harry. I am definitely breaking girl code by saying this, but she loves you too," said Ginny, making Harry look up in confusion, before breaking into a huge grin. Just then, Ron ran into the room, panting, and said, "All the death eaters have just been taken into custody. Some officers got injured, don't know how many," said Ron anxiously, making Ginny's voice of celebration break into fear. "Is Y/N one of them?" she asked, her voice breaking when saying her best friend's name. "I haven't gotten any information," said Ron, gently taking the two people out of the bathroom and into the larger office. "But, if she's unharmed, she'll be back soon," said Ron, nodding stiffly. Harry then noticed Hermione sitting on the ground, curled up. "Hermione," he said softly, walking towards her, making her look up. "I'm sorry," he said softly, helping her stand up. "I know," she said, flashing a watery smile toward him. "Hello bitches," said a familiar voice, striding into the room, making all the people look at the doorway.
"Y/N!" yelled Ginny immediately, completely tackling me, making me land on the ground with a thump. "Get off me, you horse. You're fucking heavy," I groaned, but Ginny didn't let up, smothering me in a tight hug that left barely any room to breathe. "Oh my god, you're okay!" screeched Hermione, running towards the two girls. "I mean, not really. Got hit by the Cruciatus curse twice. St. Mungos insisted that I sat for at least another hour, but I apparated as soon as the nurse left. Couldn't leave you both hanging like that," I said, my voice muffled by the arms of the two girls. "You got hit by a curse? Why did you come back? We could have visited you! Do you need something to eat? To drink? Do you need sleep?" asked Ron from the background, making me glance at him. "Stop mothering me, Weasley, I'm fine! Just get these girls off me," I commanded jokingly, making Hermione glare at me. "I hate you, L/N," she huffed, standing up. Ginny stood up too, a goofy grin on her face as she moved away. "What, were you worried about me or something?" I joked, making Hermione shake her head and say, "Of course not."
"I hate you," growled Harry, running to engulf the girl in a hug. "I'm sorry! You know I have no regard for my personal safety," I said, hoping to lighten the tension. And that's when the boy did something that took everyone in the room by surprise. His lips met mine, the salty taste of tears bleeding onto my tongue. His slightly chapped lips pressed again mine, making my head become foggy. "Ha, you owe me bitch," exclaimed Ginny, making us split apart to see Hermione and Ron groan in annoyance. "You couldn't have waited another month," said Hermione sadly, shoveling out some galleons from her pocket.
Harry and I both chuckled softly before I turned to him and said with a cheeky grin, "I think I might need another kiss. You know, as a reward." He just laughed before bringing me into another sweet kiss.
