Harry is a personal trainer who has a major thing for the woman working the front desk at the gym. After an unsettling encounter, he makes sure that she won’t be bothered again- and if she was, she could handle her safety.
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"Come on, love. Give me a few more then we can take a break." Harry says as he leans around the punching bag, "You got it. Just a few more, please."
You sigh and drops your glove covered hands to your sides, "I'm tired, Harry."
He chuckles at your whining and shakes his head, "Fine. Go get some water."
You smirk as you undo the Velcro with your teeth and it makes Harry's eyebrow twitch. He runs his hand over his face as he walks over to grab his white boxing gloves off of the bench.
You walk over, sitting down as you grab your water bottle. Your eyes stay on him as he moves over to in front of you, "Can you wrap my hands?"
You know damn well Harry can wrap his own hands, but you don't argue. You grab the wrap from his grasp and move his hand to how you want it.
You've been training with Harry for months now, and you kinda of have a thing for him, so you know exactly how he likes it done.
"You're a fast learner." He jokes as his eyes follow your hands. You glance up at him and his eyes meet yours, "Only been doing this for how long."
He smirks as he brings his wrapped hand up, inspecting it, "Damn near perfect."
You scoff, "That is perfect."
"I know." Harry hands you his gloves to help him get them on, "I just like getting you riled up." He winks and you can feel your face get warmer, "Shut up."
"Make me."
Your head snaps upward and you sigh, "I could kick your ass any day." You squeeze your water bottle, squirting water in your mouth.
He watches as water dribbles down your chin and he quickly wipes it away with his thumb, "I'd like to see you try."
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"Come on, y/n." Harry walks around the bag, admiring your punches, "You got it. Jab cross, jab cross cross." He nods in approval and grabs the bag, holding it still.
You step back, wiping sweat from your forehead onto your arm, "How was that?" He leans out around and smirks, "Good, that was good. But.."
You tilt your head as you take your gloves off, "What?"
He steps out from behind the bag and crosses his arms, "Still don't think you can beat me."
You raise your eyebrows, "Mm. I see."
"What?" He laughs as you walk to grab your water, "Come on. Loser buys dinner."
You turn to look at him before putting your gloves back on, "You are so on, Styles."
He grabs his gloves, putting them back and walking over to the mat, "C'mon." You smirk as you walk over, standing infront of him, "Ready to lose?"
He tilts his head and shrugs, "I should be asking you that."
You both get ready, moving around in a circle as you wait for your moment to strike. You used the combos that you learned today and end up popping him right in the nose.
By total accident.
"Oh my god.. are you okay?" You rest your glove over your lips as you step towards a doubled over Harry, "Hey I'm so- whoa!" You let out a slight scream as Harry flips you, pinning you to the ground.
His body is slightly pressing against yours and you look at him from over your shoulder, "Hey now."
He rolls you over onto your back and pins your arms down by your biceps, "Hey now." He says in a mocking tone which makes you laugh.
His eyes move over your face as he licks his lips and smiles, "So whats for dinner?"
"A knuckle sandwich if you don't let me up." You fight back a smirk but fail as he helps you stand up. You take your gloves off and unwrap your hands as you think, "Whatever you want is fine with me."
He nods, "I'll think about that while I shower."
You bite your lip and nod as you bend down to grab your bag, "Alright." You look at him with a smile before you disappear into the locker room to shower.
The whole time, the thought of you and Harry being the only ones in the gym settles into your mind.
You push them away but each time they come back, they're stronger and dirtier than the last.
You walk out, drying your hair off with a towel.
"About time." Harry says with an over exaggerated groan, "I'm starving out here." You laugh, "Sorry. I wanted to make sure I didn't stink like sweat."
He laughs, "Girls and their long ass showers."
"Hey. Can't hate it if you haven't tried it."
"What? A shower with you?" He raises his eyebrows and it causes you to stumble over your words, "Wh- no i di- not what I meant, Harry."
"Again. I just like to get you going." He chuckles and throws his bag over his shoulder, "I just have to stop over here at my office quick, so just give me a sec."
I nod and follow him over, watching as he sits down at his desk. His fingers tap the top as he tries to remember why he went in there.
"What are you looking for?" You ask as you lean against the door frame. He blows out air and leans back in his chair, "Come here."
Your heart starts beating fast as you step in and walk over to him, "What's up?"
He bites his lips and looks up at you, "So.." he laughs slightly and shakes his head, "Nothing, we can, uh. We can just go get dinner."
He stands up and you put your hand on his chest, "No. Finish what you were going to say."
He looks down at your hand planted flat on his chest and back up to you, "I want you."
His words make you freeze for a moment, but only because you were sure if he'd ever go for you, he is your trainer and all.
"Really?" You bite your lip and slowly slide your hand down his chest, slipping your fingers into the band of his shorts, "Because I want you, too."
In a quick motion, he spins you and sets you on his desk, "Glad we feel the same." He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, slowly slipping two fingers into you as he watches your face scrunch up with pleasure.
He slides his other hand up and grabs the back of your neck, "You're so fucking hot." He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he thrusts his fingers in and out quickly.
"Fuck, fuck. Yes yes yes." You whine out as you push your chest forward.
"Fuckin' hell. Thats it, baby." Harry groans as he watches the liquid drip from his hand and off your body onto the floor, "Never had anyone do that before."
He looks at you with a proud expression, "That was fucking perfect." His lips find their way to yours but he quickly kisses down your next and drops to his knees with a grunt, "need to see if you taste as sweet as you look."
He hooks his arms under your thighs, holding your shorts and panties to the side as he just goes for it. You throw your head back, moaning as you rest your hand on the back of his head, "Fuck, Harry."
He hums as he works his tongue in and out of your pussy, causing you to gasp and move your hips forward, "Shit, h-Harry."
Your legs lock over his shoulders and he has a tight grasp on your thighs keeping them spread as he devours you.
"I'm gonna cum.." you announce in a breathless whisper, "Shi-" you let out a loud moan, knocking stuff over as you grasp the edge of the desk.
Harry continues to eat you out through the high of your orgasm, causing your legs to shake and jolt with each time his nose bumps your clit.
He leans back, looking up at you as he continues to grip your thighs, "You taste heavenly, baby."
He moves one leg off your shoulder, kissing up to your knee as he sets it down and he gives your other leg the same treatment before standing up.
He slips his shirt off, now, you've seen Harry shirtless multiple times, but it never fails to take your breath away.
You lick your lips, still panting from the tap orgasms back to back, "You are so fucking hot."
He smirks as he pushes his sweats down, "Yeah?"
You nod and reach out for him to come closer. He smiles and moves in, resting his thumb and pointer on your chin, "Pretty sexy yourself, love."
You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers as he kisses you. You slowly pull them down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly as you make out.
"Gonna get it wet for me?" He asks smirking against your lips. You smirk back and nod, "Of course."
He steps back, helping you down off the desk before he rests against the desk. You kiss down his chest, over his torso, and down the one v-line until your chin rests on his cock.
You plant little kisses from the base of his cock to the tip and wrap your lips around. Harry is in awe watching you so what you're doing, he doesn't say another word.
He just moans, slightly loud as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. His hand rests gently on the back of your head, but pushes every so often to tell you he wants you to take him all in.
You take a deep breath through your nose and relax as much as you can before sinking your head all the way down on him.
"F-fuck, thats.." he groans and tilts his head back, "That's it."
You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock from your bottom lip. He looks down, bringing his hand around to swipe it away, "Up."
You move to your feet and he pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as he spins you around, planting you on the edge of his desk, "Thought about this the moment I seen you throwing those punches."
You smile and bring one foot up to rest on the desk, "Mm." He pushes your shorts and panties to the side and nods, "You're a fucking natural out there."
His compliment makes you blush slightly but that's quickly forget as he slips the head of his cock past your folds and into you. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Harry."
He licks his lips before parting them, watching as his cock disappears inside of you fully. Your eyes roll shut and you moan out at him stretching you, "So big."
He smirks and grabs a handful of your hair, "You like that, huh?"
You try to nod, but the grip Harry has makes you unable to, "So fucking much."
He pulls his cock out slowly before thrusting back in, quickly building up to a harsh, but very pleasurable speed.
"Fuck." Harry groans and grips your throat with his other hand and pushes his cock fully into you, "You're going to make me cum."
That comment makes you feel incredible.
He shakes his head, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. His hand that's holding your hair, moves to hook under your thigh, bringing it up to his bicep.
He starts thrusting again, squeezing your throat slowly as he watches your face, "Does that feel good?" He rests his forehead against your temple and you whimper out a quiet, "Mhm."
"Where do you want me to cum?" He leans back, letting go of your neck, "I'm close." His thrusts slow down a little and you lay a hand on his arm that's holding your leg, "Mouth."
He moans as he pictures you on your knees, cum on your tongue and he pulls out, "Fuck, okay. Okay."
You move down to the floor, resting on your calves as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him. He jerks his cock a few times, moaning out as he watches it pool onto your tongue, sliding back towards your throat.
"Such a pretty girl." He breathes out and taps his cock on your lips as you close them to swallow. He stares down at you, smirking as you stick your tongue back out to show him that it's gone.
"Dirty girl, too." He smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, "Come on. I'll buy dinner tonight." He winks and helps you stand up.
He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you. You smile and laugh slightly against his lips, "Before we do that, I need to change."
"Oh yeah?" He chuckle, "Why's that?"
You roll your eyes and push his shoulder gently, "You know exactly why, Mr. Styles." You walk over and grab your bag, shuffling through to grab a new pair of panties and shorts, "Could have just taken them off."
He shrugs, "I'll take them off next time."
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Harry felt content.
The sun was setting, golden light bleeding into his apartment through the gaping the curtains. The candle he had lit made the air smell like mahogany and teakwood, his belly was full, the couch had never felt more comfortable- and he had Y/N on his lap. Yeah, that was definitely the factor that soared above the rest.
The development had been one that he wasn’t expecting fully, but he had been more than relieved that once exiting the shower and eating the food he’d ordered them that nothing had been weird or awkward. When they’d sat on the couch, she had crawled into his lap and he had felt his heart skip a few beats before wrapping his arms around her.
They’d discussed some of the more difficult aspects of the thing that had just happened, Harry insisting that they had to tell the other employees that the man wasn’t allowed anywhere near the gym or her and make sure they know his face so they can call the proper authorities if he was seen sneaking around.
It upset her a bit, and he knew it was mostly embarrassment but he’d assured her that the only person who needed to feel embarrassed was the piece of shit currently at the jail.
But surprisingly, Y/N had been the one to move on and ask the question that he’d had in the back of his mind.
“What did we need to talk about?” She asked hesitantly, fiddling with the cross on his necklace. “For like.. You said we needed to talk before we did anything else and im not- I’m not trying to say we need to, I just wanted to know what it was.”
Harry certainly wanted to do more. Hell, he had been holding his breath half the times she’d shifted on his lap, but he needed to have a conversation with her before anything went further.
“Right.” He cleared his throat, letting his hand rest on her hip. “I… I just wanted to say that I really like you. I like spending time with you and there's like… There are feelings there. I didn’t want to assume anything on your part and I know we’ve briefly touched on this whole philosophy of dating stuff in the past, but m’not super into hookups. I mean…” His throat felt thick as he watched her head tilt, waiting for him to continue.
“I would want… more. If we did that. Because I like you, and I can’t really stop those feelings from growing. If we start messing around physically….” His tongue felt tied and it was most definitely the least smooth he had been in his life but hell, he was slightly fearful of rejection. All signs pointed to her wanting what he did, but he wasn’t dumb enough to make assumptions for her, especially after what had happened.
“Basically, for lack of better words, if you give me permission to touch you and love on you n’all of that, m’not gonna want to stop. I’m going to keep getting attached and… I’ll get jealous and all of that shit that comes with it, and I wanted to give you an out. Especially considering we work together, I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure in the slightest because of-”
For the second time, he was cut off with the sweetest, softest lips he had the privilege of now being familiar with.
Immediately, he felt his muscles soften and his form sag as her fingers caressed his cheek, holding out the kiss before pressing three parting pecks to his lips, his breathing slightly ragged as she pulled away.
“I like you too.” She laughed softly. “I don’t need an out, but I appreciate you giving me one. I have had feelings for you too and… I’d like them to grow, if that’s a seed you’d want to water. I’ve had a nasty little crush on you since I’ve started, if I’m honest.” Y/N admitted it slightly shy, but Harry had been the one to just pour himself out to her so she couldn’t deny him the same treatment.
“Your arms…” Y/N whispered, running her fingers over some of the ink there. “They’re just… perfect.”
It was hard to not feel that smugness as she admitted that to him. Considering just how much he did work on them, it always brought pride when people complimented them- but Y/N looking at them the way she was, giving him the look she was?
He’d never felt borderline giddy over a compliment before but there was a first time for everything.
“I’ve always thought about how strong you are and how you could do some damage but you don’t. You use your arms to protect people- protect me. I could tell how badly you wanted to go over there to that man and use them, but you kept me in them instead. And maybe m’a little fucked up for it but it just made me….” She trailed off, making him shake his head.
Oh no. She wasn’t getting out of this confession.
“Made you what, love? You can tell me.” He nudged, feeling her hand squeeze slightly around his bicep.
“It made me a little worked up. Cause, you know… they’re capable of so much. You held me nice and tight and it made me think about what other instances you’d hold me tight like that. Or how you could lift me up so easily, or even pin me down. I dunno! I’m being weird, I don’t….”
It was obvious talking about it made her flustered and he loved every single moment of it. His sweet girl had been imagining him manhandling her? Using his arms to do dirty things to her? He had to know more.
“Keep going. You’re making me very flattered, Angel.” He mumbled, feeling her words hit him right in the stomach in the best way. “There’s nothing wrong with that thinking. Because I would do all of that, if that’s what you’d want.”
Harry would do even more if he had the green light to do so.
“Really?” His nod made her continue. “I don’t know, I just think about how you’re so… big that way and how easily you’ve picked me up or pulled me to you and it makes me wonder if you’d do that sort of stuff… in bed.” She whispered the last words, but his girl powered through.
“I haven’t been with anyone who’s done that and I’m not even sure I ever thought about it before you, but when we met I kind of just started thinking about it. You’re big and strong and you can have me do anything you want and I think I’d like it. It’s new to me… I’ve never really given it much thought before, but I…. Yeah.” Y/N swallowed audibly, chancing a look up at him only to find him staring right back.
“I’d do any of it. But what are you thinking about the most?” He asked curiously. A glutton for punishment. “You aren’t the only one who’s thought about it. I’ve thought about you in the same filthy ways, but if you tell me the thing you’ve been thinking about most then I’ll tell you some of them.”
It seemed to open her up a tiny bit despite the shyness in her voice, eyes closing as she spoke it out. “Like… you on my back, and your arm around my neck. On top of me like that and your um, keeping me in place while you do stuff to me.”
Stumbling on words had never been cuter, never made his cock this thick.
“Not completely choking me with it or anything but just… you know, keeping me locked there. A little helpless because I know you’ll keep me safe and there’s no real danger but it’d be a rush.”
“You really want that?” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she nodded, going to hide her face in his neck but was quickly was stopped by his hand gripping the back of it. “Don’t hide, honey. Don’t want you to keep that pretty face away from me. I like hearing about the things you’ve been wanting me to do to you. But a deal’s a deal, isn’t it?”
Y/N’s eyes widened, nodding at the reminder. Of course she wanted to know. His hand left her neck to cover her thigh, squeezing over it again on the top above her knee. The man was silent for a few moments before he started speaking.
“Thought about all of you, obviously, because m’certain you’re the most stunning woman in the world- at least t’me- but it’s been your thighs lately. How pretty they are.”
Those thighs had taken up a criminal amount of time in his brain as he thought about them every time he saw them. In leggings, in those yoga pants, especially those fucking work out shorts where the smooth, silky skin was on display, the little bit of puckered skin, some stretch marks- fuck, they were perfect. He had to keep his mouth from watering.
“Really?” She looked surprised at his answer. “I’ve never been told that before. I’ve um.. I’ve got some cellulite.”
“Yeah, and I love it. S’not a bad thing to me.” He wanted to cut that thinking out of her. There was no way on earth he was going to let her think that something like that would deter him,’especially when it only added to his attraction to her.
“I want t’kiss on them, mark them up with my teeth if you’d allow it. You’d probably think less of me if you knew how much I think about how I want to keep them around my head and have you pull me into you or keep me locked with my face buried in your hot little pussy to make you cum.”
It was daily.
Sometimes more than once a day and he had been slightly ashamed of himself for imagining that at first, but having her in his lap with said thighs on his own, he felt the shame leave as soon as she had sat her ass down.
“Or I think about having them around my waist while I’m inside of you a variety of ways… even thought about pushing your thighs together and slicking my cock up to fuck them. Haven’t done that before either, but they’re so soft…” Feather light, he ran his fingertips over her inner thigh. It didn’t seem voluntary, but a sweet whine left her throat and he felt it in his bones.
“Yeah. I’d like to do that… but your whole body is a temptation to me. I’m sure you know that.”
She had to have some clue. There was no way he had been subtle enough to hide just how much he stared at her.
“The pretty tops you wear and those tight pants…. The shorts, too. All of it. I don’t think you have the capacity to be anything but gorgeous, but even more so when you get a bit of a sweat worked up. I’ve always wanted to be the one to make you like that, and not because I’ve got you hitting a punching bag.”
A small, soft whimper left her lips at his words, her cheeks hot. This was the reaction he wanted from her, watching her get the tiniest bit shy but more than that, aroused from it. Seeing her look at him with that little haze in her eyes, it fueled him.
Her thighs squeezed together slightly, pressing against his sides as she shifted in his lap. He felt her hands tighten on his arms, nails digging in slightly as she took in his words. There was a moment of hesitation before she leaned in closer, voice a breathy whisper as she spoke close to his ear.
“Show me. Show me what you mean.” She challenged softly, albeit shyly.
“I…” Harry had to swallow the words when he felt her hips roll, the heat of her cunt pressed up against his half hard dick through their now comfortable clothes. The breath caught in his throat as he felt her lips press against the thin skin under his ear, the warmth of her breath washing over his neck as she dragged herself over him again, the small grind doing nothing to stop the issue. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. I wanted t’be a gentleman. Take you out on a date before we… we do this.”
“We don’t have to.” Y/N pulled her face back, looking unsure. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to pressure you at all. I-“
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Harry’s rasp was darker than he meant for it to be, a little sharper too, but he could see the little shiver go up her spine as his palms went for her thighs, squeezing the tops of them before he slid them up to her hips and picked her up to sit right on top of him- right on top of his cock.
There was no hiding what she was doing to him.
“Don’t mistake my words for rejection, because they’re not. We’re going t’feel good, because I can’t fucking think about anything other than the fact that you were grinding that precious cunt on me and I want to make you feel good more than I want to breathe right now- but I’m just telling you.”
Taking the lead this time, he pulled her hips to help her rock on top of his cock, head leaning back against the sofa with a soft noise of pleasure. “Things are changing, then. If you want me to make you cum, you’re my girl. Maybe… shit, that feels so good.” His breathless pant interrupted his words as he looked to where she was sitting on him.
A dream come fucking true.
“I’m just saying, my intentions are the same. I want t’date you. I want a relationship, and that’s not going to stop if we do this. M’gonna take you out, buy you flowers… All of it.” Feeling her move her hips, he drifted a hand up towards the back of her neck and brought her forward, stealing a kiss from her. “Just need to make sure, 100% that you want this. Because it’ll only be the beginning.”
“Yeah. I want it so bad, Harry.” Y/N’s voice was borderline whiny but he loved every second of it. “I want to go on dates and.. and hang out without exercising… or at least doing this type of exercise, and I want you to keep kissing me and touching me and being so nice…” She babbled slightly, nudging her nose with his. “You make me feel crazy and I like it.”
“Good.” Harry breathed out against her lips, his fingers squeezing the back of her neck possessively. “That’s how you should feel. That’s how I feel every time I see you in those tiny shorts when we have our sessions with your legs on display. Or when you bend over to pick something up at the gym and your fucking hips are on full display and I’m over there trying to pretend like I don’t want to fuck you over the nearest weight bench, which is fucking hard when it’s the truth.”
It made him extremely happy that it wasn’t one sided. For a while he had thought it was, but given that for a good bit she had assumed he was taken and they’d not really breached the coworker level of friends, he could see it much better now. They saw each other multiple times a week outside of work, they texted, they had inside jokes- and he knew for sure it wasn’t just a passing crush.
He wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting a person.
“Want to bring you flowers, and memorize your orders for restaurants… I want t’meet your cat and make sure they like me, want to spend our days off together and watch those videos you tell me about with the ponds… I want it all, not just this- but fuck, I can’t believe how good you feel even just doing this.”
He slipped his fingers underneath her top, gazing at her for permission. When it was granted, he let himself go for the bare skin of her back, pulling her to lean into him. “Does it feel good, baby? Rubbing yourself against my dick like this?”
He could see that it did. Her mouth was swollen and open a little, her brows furrowed as she worked, the quickness of her breathing, it wasn’t hard to miss- but he didn’t forget what she said. “Or do you want me to take over? Show you some of the strength you seem to love.”
Her response was immediate, a sharp inhale followed by a whimper as she nodded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck for support. The movement pressed her chest flush against his own, and he felt her hard nipples through the thin fabric of his top that was covering her.
She had stripped herself of her sports bra, and the knowledge had him hot. All of it was waiting for him underneath his shirt, in his living room, wanting his touch- he wanted it right back.
"Please..." She whispered, her voice trembling, and it made his cock twitch. The pleading tone was almost too much for him to handle. He swallowed hard, his hands moving from her hips down to her thighs before gripping them tightly and standing up suddenly.
“Then let me give you what you want.”
That would become his life goal if she let him.
"We’re not going to fucking today." He dropped her gently onto his couch, making a sad noise at the back of her throat at the loss of his body covering hers.
God, she was so fucking precious.
"We're gonna be… practicing. Gonna show you what we’re going to do once I take you out on a proper date and ask you to be my girl in the way you deserve."
Harry pulled his shirt off slowly, revealing his chiseled torso to her. "You can touch me wherever you want, but we’re keeping our bottoms on.” He didn’t want the temptation to say ‘fuck it’, because he knew what could happen in the heat of the moment- but he wasn’t cruel. He’d make her cum, and make sure it was good.
She bit her lip, taking in the sight of his bare chest. The tattoos that covered his arms and chest, the muscle she only got glimpses of when he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat off his face or had been exposed once when they ran in the rain.
Yet again, his ego was stroked without her barely doing a thing.
Y/N reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against his skin. "You're so warm..." She murmured softly, her touch light as she explored his chest carefully. "And... hard." She added softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. "Everywhere." She smiled shyly, her hands slowly spreading out to cover more of his chest.
"Yeah?" Harry's chest puffed out slightly under her touch, his muscles tensing almost on purpose just so she could feel them better.
He’d probably cringe at himself for that later, but he wanted her to see them at their best- and she seemed to fucking love it.
"You like that? Me being hard everywhere?" He smirked down at her, watching her explore his body like she had every right to do so. She did, especially right now, but he knew putting this boundary was edging himself.
Harry wanted her so fucking badly, but he respected her more than to think with his dick. He’d give her a taste of what it was like to be his, happily, but he would make sure that this date was happening very soon.
His abs tensed under her touch when she drifted lower, fingers tracing the V that disappeared into his boxers. “I know I said your muscles are big… you’re big in general, and I assumed about you here… but holy shit.” Y/N giggled nervously, looking up at him as her hand came dangerously close to his cock, brushing his thigh instead.
“S’that a good thing for you?” He mirrored the nervous laugh, reaching a hand out for hers before connecting their digits momentarily.
If she touched his cock properly he would cum a little too quick and he was very aware of it. Just seeing her hand near it had him leaking.
“Yeah. It’s just bigger than my toys.. than anyone I’ve tried before. We’re going to have to work up to it.”
The slight worry on her face had him clicking his tongue, reaching for her face with his other hand to tip her chin up. “Yeah, we will. I’ll make sure you can take it. Think of it as another form of training, yeah?”
That seemed to be something she liked. His thumb brushing over her lip was pulled into her mouth, the hot, slick graze of her tongue making him grit his teeth. “Oh, I see. I see it much better now. You like the idea of me training you and that pretty cunt a little too much.”
His thumb was dragged out of her mouth, much to her dismay considering the pout that followed. “How do you know it’s pretty? You haven’t even seen it.”
If Harry was a stronger man he would tell her to show him. To expose the pretty pussy that he knew in his bones was there- but he knew if he did that he would likely end up doing something a bit too much, and he was trying to be good.
“Because it’s you.” Was what he came up with, ending it there as he climbed on top of her. Right between spread thighs, fingers going for her running shorts underneath the bulk of his tee shirt.
“Let’s get these off. Let me take a look at you properly before I make you cum.”
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Warnings-stalking, attempted assault, violence (No one gets seriously injured), protectiverry
Harry took time to double knot his shoes. Maybe it was a bit much, but he had an incident one time where his shoe had flown off during a run and right into a pond, so he’d had to run back shoeless. On gravel. Not so fun.
He was nervous, but mostly exciting considering Y/N was coming by. Their little personal training sessions had become bi-weekly meetings, half to learn and the other half… mostly to talk. It turns out they made really good friends, and Y/N was very interested in his fish tank. Not just the whole faking interest to make you feel good sort of interest, but sending him links to videos on fish he had in his tank to ask if it was a good enough care guide because she got a ‘weird vibe’ from the guy. She memorized facts and what temperature the tank needed to be- even catching that his heater was starting to go.
He could have kissed her for that.
Well, he could have kissed her for a lot of things. He almost had quite a few times, especially lately. It was hard to keep his temptation to himself when she had become comfortable being touchy with him and started to lean into him, adjust his shirt for him, put his bandana back into his hair, and all the hugs. Hugs he savored each and every moment of, considering she had been more than happy to provide them. He wasn’t sure if this was normal friend behavior on her part, but it wasn’t for him.
It was supposed to be a good day, today. They’d go on a jog, Y/N would complain and they’d stop for gelato before going back to his place to work a little on throwing punches at his bag in the corner. But when he answered the phone, he felt his stomach drop.
“He’s following me, H. The guy from the gym. I saw his car, I’m… I’m walking towards you, but I just saw him get out.” Her voice shook, making his blood go cold. As much as he was panicking, he knew he needed to stay calm. Being freaked out would only make it worse for her. “Fuck, he’s coming my way.”
“Where are you exactly?” He kept his voice calm as he walked out of the courtyard, eyes sharp as he tried to gauge where she was. Immediately he was on alert, trying his best to keep himself from taking out in a sprint immediately without knowing which way to go.
“There wasn't any parking in the lot so I had to go down the s-street a little. I thought I saw him driving behind me, he must have taken down my plate or something but he- he’s walking behind me, H. What should I do?” Her shaky voice, so terrified, hurt him personally. Got him right in the chest. It enraged him.
“Tell me where you are, babe.” He coaxed. “I’m walking out of the entrance now, near the hydrangea. You remember?” As much as he wanted to run to her and knock the son of a bitch out, he wanted to keep anything from escalating. The poor thing just needed to get to him, and he was coming.
“I’m down Granger Street. I’m-” She stopped talking, making his heart stop. “I’m speeding up and so is he. He’s trying to talk to me.” He could hear it muffled in the phone as he walked towards the street, gritting his teeth as he heard her answering him. The man’s voice was clearer by the second, making him realize he was definitely getting closer to her.
Son of a bitch. Harry knew where she was, and he didn’t hesitate to take off running. She wasn’t far away at all, but it still was too far for his comfort. This shouldn’t even be happening at all.
“Please leave me alone.” Y/N’s voice was trembling as she spoke. He kept the phone to his ear as he ran, not even feeling it. His objective was to get to her and make sure she was safe. “I said no, I’m not single. I’m… I don’t like how close you are to me.” If Harry hadn’t been running before, he was a flash of light in people’s eyes now. Weaving around the restaurant patios and people walking their dogs, his heart felt like it was in his throat as he turned onto the street. To his horror, the man was in her personal space- but as he approached, he watched her instincts kick in. The creep was in her personal bubble, which made it easier for her to bring her knee up and get him in the groin.
“Y/N!” He called out, running fast as the man fell to his knees. It was a blur as he got to her, out of breath and panting as he pulled her into his arms and put her behind him. “Use my phone, call the emergency line.” The instructions were far calmer than he felt, but Y/N was already shaken up. She didn’t need to be on the receiving end of his anger. Maybe he should have comforted her first, but he needed to make sure the man stayed away from her and didn’t get away. He waited until he heard her talking to them before approaching the crumbled heap of a creep. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The snarl was directed at the man.
“I’m gonna press charges! The bitch assaulted me!” He wheezed, looking pale and worse for wear. Good. Harry wanted him to suffer. “I wanted to take her out, but she can’t appreciate a dedicated man.”
“Because you’re a piece of shit stalker. I don’t know how stupid you’ve got t’be to think that following a woman and ignoring her denial is in any way romantic, but you’re sick. Grabbing at her?” He felt the rage bubbling under his skin. So badly, did he want to grab him by the scruff and punch him repeatedly. Violence wasn’t something Harry really indulged in unless it was a safe fight, but the feeling he felt now was something that was intense and honestly, scaring him. He knew he couldn’t- but god, he wanted to. Hearing Y/N’s teary voice made it even worse, reverberating through his ears and challenging every instinct he had to go for him in order to keep calm.
“Is everything okay?” A couple walking their dog approached, looking curiously at the scene. He knew it was best that everyone knew the danger, that there were more witnesses.
“No. This sick fuck was stalking my girl and grabbed her arm, insisting he take her out.” He looked down in disgust. There would never be a universe where he would understand how people couldn’t understand the phrase no. Hell, even polite declines. Hints were hints and she had said no multiple times before it, but apparently he just didn’t get it. Surely he would now. The hope was to get a man like this off the street. It definitely wasn’t his first time doing it, all things considered.
“We saw him grab her.” The woman said immediately. “We were going to come over but you got here first.” Damn right he did. “Do you want us to help give a statement?”
“Fuck you! You saw her assault me too, then!” Harry’s foot felt the urge to give another swift kick, but he held back as the woman looked at her partner before looking back at the man, her own disgust on her face.
“Nope. I didn’t see anything like that. Did you, babe?”
“Not at all.” The husband shook his head. Harry decided he liked these people.
“Can you make sure he doesn’t try to book it before the police show up? I need t’check on my girl.” Thankfully they agreed immediately, giving him a chance to turn towards her. It hurt him to see the tear tracks down her face, fingers swiping at them as she nodded and hung up the phone. It took him less than 3 seconds to gather her into his arms, holding tightly onto her as she broke into silent sobs. Keeping silent for a few moments, he allowed her to cry it out as his hands ran over her back, lips pressed against her hair.
“I know, love. I know. You’re safe, okay? You did so good, M’so proud of you.” Despite it all, he was overwhelmingly proud of her. His anger laid with the man who was still trying to catch his breath on the pavement.
“I didn’t even do- I didn’t use the taser. I forgot!” She whimpered into his chest. “I did a cheap shot. It wasn’t what you-you taught me.”
“Baby, it doesn't matter. You defended yourself. I don’t want t’hear any of that, please. I’m so proud that you got away from you, that you called me. I’m so sorry it happened, but you did everything right.” His voice was gentle to the best he could do with all the adrenaline going through his veins. The las thing he wanted in all of this was for her to think she didn’t succeed because there was no exact script to follow. In every way, she’d done exactly what she needed to do. “So good, angel. Let me see your arm, please.”
“I think it’s okay.” She hiccuped the response, pulling out of his chest with watery eyes. “I feel like a baby for crying. I’m fine, I’m not hurt-” There was a pause to hiss slightly as Harry ran a concerned thumb over fingernail marks on her skin. His face was cloudy as his jaw clenched, looking at the injury and talking himself down from turning around to do exactly what his rage wanted him to do. But the girl in front of him stopped it when she let out a resigned “oh.”
“That piece of shit.” Harry growled under his breath. “Press all the charges, please. We’ll get him banned from the gym, get him arrested, I don’t care. He needs t’be off the streets. Can’t believe he put marks on your skin.” Her pretty skin, flawless to him regardless, marred by disgusting hands that had no right to be on her anyway. The entire thing had his blood pressure rising, knowing damn well that he had most likely been sniffing around her for weeks now, and that unsettled his spirit. He also knew he was reacting far more like a lover than a friend, but with the developments and closeness they’d gained, it was hard not to lean into the fact that he had feelings for her and felt overwhelmingly protective of her.
He held her to his form and she clung to him as they waited for the police, Harry taking care to murmur sweet things to her as his hand ran up and down her back. There was no way he was going to do any sort of training with her today, so he made the decision for them in his head that he was going to bring her back up to his flat and make a movie day out of it. Distract her from the situation, fill her belly with some food that would definitely make him feel a little greasy afterwards, and hopefully get a snuggle in.
The interaction with the police took a little longer than he’d like, but a few more witnesses had stepped out including one of the shop keeps across the street and a mother and her child who had been walking behind them, leaving there to be no question about his guilt. Harry had never felt more relieved than watching them load him up into the back of the car with his hands behind his back- both for her safety, and the fact that he could take back the urge to go after him himself.
“C’mon. We’re gonna go t’my place and relax, okay?” As they drove off, he had thanked everyone and led her slowly towards his building. It was time for her to have some time to decompress, and he highly doubted she wanted to do it alone. Y/N simply nodded, clinging to his hand and letting him lead. It wasn’t like her to be this quiet and it hurt his heart, but he couldn’t blame her for it.
Harry did some of the talking, filling the silence as they walked into his flat and toed off their shoes. “So I was thinking we have a bit of a movie day, a little stay in. I’ll order in and we can watch whatever you’d like, I know you were talking about-“ his words were cut off as he felt the softest pair of lips connect with his, and arms throw themselves around his neck.
His brain went fuzzy for a moment, not understanding how they’d got here, but his body reacted. Grabbing her hip he got over his shock and returned the kiss, his heart thudding hard in his chest. Rattling him and soothing all at the same time, he felt his own need start to bleed through as he slowly walked them back towards the door and lightly pressed her against the cold wood. Her fingers slipped up into his hair, tugging just lightly enough for it to have been an accident- but it didn’t stop the soft groan that left his mouth.
The last thing he had expected walking in here was for her to kiss him, but he couldn’t control it right this second. Sliding his arm behind her back and arching her towards him, their lips connected harder, a little messier. His tongue licked against hers, the little whine that left her throat making his body heat. Adrenaline was running through their bodies heavily, and he knew he should stop them but… god, it was a dream wasn’t it?
His dream girl getting on her toes so she could kiss him harder and pasting herself to him, her leg lifting to wrap around his hip and his own drifting over the soft material of her shorts down to bare thigh where he squeezed the flesh right below her ass- stop. He needed to stop, because his cock was thickening and his body was rearing to go.
“Baby-“ he whispered against her lips, trying to pull it back. “Angel, please. We’ve got t’stop.”
“Don’t wanna.” She whined, honest to god whined at him. He gave in for a moment, opening his mouth back for her- but feeling her suck lightly on the tip of his tongue had his cock jerking harder and sent that shock through him that made him pull back, turning his head slightly to kiss her cheek. The sound of panting filled the entryway, his fingers flexing on her thigh and his stomach hot as he slowly lowered it back down.
It took a moment for him to collect himself. He had to think about her, what she had just gone through. As much as he would have happily taken her right up on this door, he had to think about her. If she’d regret it. How their emotions were heightened and they were coming off of an adrenaline rush. They had even discussed their feelings yet. This wasn’t something he wanted to be just a hookup, so he needed to at least try and do it right.
His hand lifted to hold her face, thumbing over her heated cheek with a sigh. “I… that was incredible, but for right now we have to stop.” He murmured. “That was intense and our adrenaline is high… I don’t want to rush into something after an emotional event, yeah? I… we need t’talk before we do anything more than kiss.” There was no way he could even insinuate it was a mistake or he regretted it, because it was by far the best kiss of his life. There just needed to be more of a distinction of what they were doing.
“Oh god…” Y/N squeaked. “I just… I just jumped you, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even ask! I’m sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have done it, you may not even want me that way. I didn’t-“ the spiral she was going down mentally wasn’t something he wanted her to entertain, so he cut her off with a kiss. A chaste one he did for just a second, shaking his head at her. She had to be blind if she didn’t see how badly he wanted her.
“Don’t. You don’t apologize for it. I think you could feel just how much I wanted you from that kiss, but I’m trying t’make sure you don’t do anything you regret while your emotions are intense. Okay?” Thumbing over her swollen bottom lip, it was hard to resist leaning down and taking it between her teeth, but he did so. Painstakingly taking back control. “If anything goes further, m’not going to let you go. And it shouldn’t be made on a whim, yeah?” Tapping the corner of her mouth, he felt her smile curl up a bit making him mirror it. “There she is. Gorgeous girl….”
It was so difficult to not spill his entire heart to her and tell her how much he liked her, but the time would come. She looked beautiful right this moment and he wished he could capture it, her swollen and slick mouth, wide eyes, messy hair. It was the way she was looking at him with the tiniest hint of heat behind her gaze that made it hard for him to not hand himself over to her like putty for her to mold however she’d like.
“You think I’m gorgeous?” Her voice was slightly squeaky, eyes widening slightly at his words.
Was she insane?
Did she not see how he looked at her? Felt how he kissed her?
“You’re mental.” He shook his head. “Absolutely insane if you haven’t noticed how much I stare at you. The most gorgeous girl, I think. But before I start flooding you with compliments, M’gonna have you go take a shower in my bathroom and change into some of my lounge clothes while I order the food.” His showers took significantly shorter, they’d found out. He’d be able to do it in a few minutes while she waited for the food.
“Okay.” She peeped, lowering her hands from his hair. “Can you show me what I can wear?”
“Anything of mine, but sure. I’ll show you where it is.” It may kill his dick to see her in his clothes, but knowing she was safe, warm and comfortable would be the best reward for it all. They’d need to talk about what happened and how she felt, but he wanted her to be the most relaxed she could be before they did that.
“Wait- H?” She stopped him from walking to his room, hand grabbing his wrist.
“Hm? What’s up, sweetheart?” He asked curiously, wrist tingling from her light grip. Would it always feel this way when she touched him?
“Thank you. For everything. Teaching me, meeting me, defending me, bringing me here. I just hope you know that you’re amazing and I really like you. Being around you has made me feel more safe than I’ve ever felt in my life and it just…” she took a moment to hug him again, less sexually charged and more so genuine thanks as she pressed her cheek to his chest for a moment before pulling back. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this.”
“I’d do it all again, every time. In any universe you needed help, I’d be there. You don’t have to thank me, darling.” He thumbed over her shoulder, heart feeling swollen with affection for her. “I like you, and it makes me the most happy to know you feel safe with me. It’s always been my goal to make you feel that… so don’t thank me for it. Being with you? It’s my favorite part of my week.”
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louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.
