VII-4: Oh, Marcel AU (part IV-FINAL *smut*)
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Also called: The Marcel Smut (Read part one here || read part two here || read part three here )
Shout out to @harryysutequila for being just the best thing ever. Iâm also gonna smoothly tag @overadâ cause I know sheâs one of the first people to hear about this whole thing so maybe youâd like to know it finally happens. Also @legend-waitforit-harry cause marcel is OUR baby.
THIS IS WAY TOO LONG. LIKE... 8K WORDS?! THERE WAS NO NEED. EXCEPT THERE WAS CAUSE FINALLY MARCEL GETS SOME. ITâS NOT EVEN GOOD SMUT IN MY OPINION BUT HEY, ITS SOMETHING.
Prompt: Harry, pitifully called Marcel as a sour joke, is a nice, young, straight-A student, with a bully that hates him on a personal level and what he thinks is an unattainable crush on his bullyâs ex, except maybe itâs not so unattainable anymore.
There is âsmut.â or just cute fluffy love-making really
IN WHICH HARRY AND Y/N FINALLY REALIZE WHATâS GOING ON HERE, AND CANâT HELP BUT ACT UPON IT. *SMUT*
Harry had tried for a year to avoid Jonathan as much as he could on his day to day life. Sometimes it worked, others heâd end up with cuts and bruises that would mark him for God knows how long, but despite the repetitive action, he never got good at avoiding him to the point where he didnât run into Jonathan anymore. And so, Harry has never been good at avoiding people, let alone y/n. Heâs never wanted to or had the need to avoid her whatsoever, but now he worried about seeing her around the halls more than he ever had before. Before it was just him trying to avoid her so as to not look like a stuttering fool in her presence, and he failed at it on purpose because he wanted to see her. Now, even with the huge, ever-growing want to see her, he wants to disappear whenever she shows up. Heâs ready for earth to swallow him whole after the whole incident in her dorm, but life wasnât always fair to goody âol Harry Marcel.
Now out of all times, he has to see y/n more than ever, because who else would tutor her? So regardless of his shame and embarrassment and awkward tension that he refused to address in hopes to just leave the topic in the past and have it just erase itself from their memories, he has to meet her every other day for her study sessions, and if Harry found it hard to breathe around her when they werenât⊠whatever it is they are now, well, now he surely canât breathe or even look in her direction. So much for growing comfortable with her, heâs sure heâs ruined it all and the silence in the library is heavier than ever. For the first time in his life he wishes some weird ruckus would break out in the library, because for the first time it was too quiet.
He stole glances from his own homework as y/n filled in some practice sheets from her chemistry labs so that Harry could look them over and correct for her after. Both of them worked in silence, taking unnoticed turns to look at each other. Y/N wanted to talk about it, Harry not so much, and that was it⊠That was silence.
Neither had stopped thinking about the night before, both in different ways. While Harry worried and worried and worried about how he made things the worst possible and he was angry at himself for wanting more, y/n worried and worried and worried that she didnât understand what was happening, she didnât know why she wanted more, but alas, she did.
More of what? Nothing had happened, and from the looks of it, nothing would.
Harry read over y/nâs correct answers, she was grasping things quite fast, and crossed the few sheâd gotten wrong, and while y/n waited for him to say anything, things felt the most awkward they ever had. Harry wasnât joking or complimenting her on her good work, and she was avoiding looking him in the eye. âSoâŠâ she started, breaking the everlasting silence. Harry gulped visibly but didnât make a move to look at her. âI⊠uh.â Harry cleared his throat and fumbled in his seat, faking interest in one of her answers. âHarry, about the other nightâŠâ she whispered and Harry went into panic mode. âThese are goodâ he said, a little too loud which caused several people surrounding them to shush him. It was then Harry realised they werenât alone. God, it felt like it was just him and y/n in that room for the longest time. Heâd drowned out everything else in his mess of thoughts. âSorryâ he whispered back to no one, just apologising to fill the void. Once more he cleared his throat. âThese are good. Y-youâre going great, uh⊠Is that a-all you had to do?â âYes, uh⊠That was itâ y/n didnât know how to counter Harryâs suddenly short self. He seemed like he wanted to run, and y/n sighed giving up. She also wanted to run, especially if this was how things would be. Short and slightly rude and not at all like the friendly mood theyâd settled in and one confusing night easily took away. âI should leave thenâ and without another word, or another glance at Harryâs defeated face, she gathered her belongings and waved him goodbye, leaving a guilt-filled Harry frozen in his spot.
He was making things worse and now it had nothing to do with the things heâd said in her room. He was pushing her away and being rude and he felt immediate guilt. He shouldnât be treating her that way, after all it was all his fault. Harry sighed and slapped himself in his mind for his strange behaviour, sinking into his seat and throwing his glasses on the table in defeat, rubbing his eyes. He needed to apologise to her, and while he was at it, man up and finally talk about it.
Harry wasnât good at avoiding Jonathan, specially when his mind wasnât into it, and thatâs why just barely after taking ten steps in the direction of his dorm building, he got pushed back by the tall guy who seemed like he was out for blood he didnât collect on their last encounter.
Jonathan was saying some things. Whatever it was it turned to white noise to Harry.
He didnât know what was wrong with him but he was angry. Angry and tired. He wasnât in the mood for Jonathan and his nonsense, and all he wanted to do was go to his dorm and rest, catch some sleep heâd missed due to overthinking what his relationship with y/n would be after that thing happened, and he was fuming that he was fucking things up so bad. He didnât have time for Jonathan spewing empty threats and delaying the punch heâd deliver to Harryâs face. Shut up Jonathan, he kept thinking, just fuck off, he said over and over again in his head âFuck off Jonathanâ he ended up murmuring, and immediately the urge to take it back or cover his mouth as if he couldnât believe heâd said that, ran through his veins, but tiredness ran faster, and pushed it back. No guilt. âWhat did you just say to me, Marcel?â and Harry hesitated, but not because he wouldnât say it again, but because he wanted to make sure he delivered it with enough punch that would hopefully end Jonathanâs stupid boasted ego. âI said⊠Fuck. Off.â and Harry pushed at Jonathanâs shoulders, succeeding at getting him off his chest and at a safe distance. Jonathan was shocked, mouth opened in surprise. âOh, thatâs it, Stylesâ and with that line he delivered the blow that broke Harry.
Harry was running.Â
Unbelievable, he thought to himself. It was unbelievable how he could continue to fuck things up. First he says that to y/nâs face, and then heâs rude to her in the library and now this. This was the last straw, he was sure. Y/N wouldnât want anything to do with him, but he had to let her know. She had to hear it from him and not from someone else. He had to tell her before someone else did and everything went to shit even more than it already had. And so Harry was running, at the fastest his feet could carry him to her room, and then he was banging and then he was apologising for things y/n couldnât comprehend.Â
âHarry?â she opened her door, surprised to see him there, so distressed. âIâm sorry, I am so sorry, I donât know what got into meâ his brow was bleeding a little bit and he slammed the door after he allowed himself in, taking both of y/nâs hands in his as he continued to say he was sorry for who knows what. The only thing y/n could imagine was that he was apologising for the night before, but she felt like she was the one that needed to say it, she felt like she was the one that broke some rule or boundary and made things awkward. âNo, Harry, stop. Iâm sorryâ âNo noâ he cut her off âThatâs not⊠this is not about yesterday I-God⊠I didnât meant toâ âCalm down Harry, I donât understandâ and he took a deep breath in, letting it out with words he didnât think heâd say after all that had happened between him and y/n. âI punched Jonathanâ
Despite Harry speaking incredibly fast, which y/n didnât think sheâd ever witness, she understood most of what he said, that he was angry and tired, and Jonathan was pushing and when he punched, Harry didnât think twice but to punch back for once, and felt immediate regret. His fist was red and had some dried blood on it, so y/n knew just by looking at it that it was a hefty jab, a mean right hook.Â
âOkay. But why are you sorry?â y/n asked, genuinely confused, as she grabbed a small towel and dabbed away the blood on Harryâs brow, placing his glasses on her desk. âBecauseâŠâ he didnât know where to start. He knew exactly why, but he didnât know if y/n would understand. âBecause Iâm not- I donât want to be Jonathan, okay?â y/n was confused. âOf course youâre n-â he shook his head. âNo, I mean⊠I know how he got, you told me about his anger and... and you guys broke up because of it, and I⊠I-I just donât want to be another guy that solves shit by punching, to you. I donât want to be another Jonathan, Iâm not, I swear, I⊠I lost it and I regretted it immediately! I j-just⊠Iâm not like that, Iâm not some a-angry guy that needs to⊠to let it out in some way, a-and you donât need or deserve another guy like that, ever, and, and, Christ y/n, Iâm not that, I-Iâm sorry I-â Harry stopped in his tracks when y/n grabbed his cheeks to keep him from pacing left and right, and focused him on her. âHarryâ she started, barely above a whisper, causing goosebumps to raise on his arms. âYouâre not Jonathan, and you wonât be. Not to me. Punching someone doesnât even put you close, Harry. Thereâs⊠Itâs not just punches, okay? Thatâs not why we broke up and you know it. Youâre nothing like Jonathan and anyone can see that from miles away, not just me, and I know that you will never be and⊠I-The fact that you care about me this way, I... Harry, you areâŠâ
Whatever Harry was, the tingles running down his spine and the butterflies on his tummy didnât let her finish it, the overpowering rush taking over and making him lean forward and crash his lips against hers.
The kiss was short, a mere split-second weakness and desire-driven impulse, but Harry can feel his heart aching the moment he stops having her lips on his, as if that short kiss was all it took for his whole soul to say âthis is itâ, and now heâs been deprived of it.
With just partly open lids and lips, y/n and Harry stare at each other for a bit, shocked and confused, searching for more, and before he can mumble another one of his âIâm sorryâs that y/n is tired of hearing, sheâs pressing him back to her mouth, this time for just a little longer. They can both feel the kiss is too short as they pull away, because both their chests ache for more, between the pent up tension from the night before and the bubble they have created, enclosing them in safety, desire and want, they both sigh before diving back in for more and more and more.
Thereâs a fire in Harryâs veins that intensifies with the memories of having her in his dreams, the build up from wanting her so bad to finally having her making him feel like heâs about to explode in a puddle of feelings for her, and that fire canât be stopped, specially when he bites down ever so softly on her bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from her, that disappears into his own mouth, as it drives his most carnal impulses and he picks y/n up by her thighs, wrapping them around his frame and walking them towards the wall where the more dominant, sexy side of Harry, the one y/n never thought existed, comes forth and short of slams her against the wall as he sinks his hips in, getting more and more of her.
And itâs not like y/nâs not enjoying it, she likes getting somewhat of a repeat of the other night, this time getting just a tad more, but thereâs some pain jolting through her body as she crashes freshly-tattooed-side to the wall first, hissing in the middle of the kiss. âOwâ she yelps, and Harryâs quick to stand back, one hand under one of her thighs, the other to the wall, separating their bodies from the hard surface. Thereâs panic in his face. Was he too rough? Was that too much? Oh, no, whatever will he do, heâs close to spiralling out of control in bad thoughts. âFuck, Iâm sorry, did I hurt you? I hurt you, right? I-â âNo, no. I just. Ouchâ y/n tries to reach back and itch the skin âMy tattoo justâŠâ âOh god, Iâm so sorryâ and Harryâs pulling further back, letting her body slide down his, back on her own two feet, not before she can feel the bump in the middle of his jeans as she drops back down, causing her cheeks to redden almost immediately. âAre you okay?â âYeah, just⊠Stung a bitâ âGod, Iâm so sorry. I donât know what came over me, I was too rough, Iâm sorryâ âHarry, itâs okay, I li-â y/n snaps her mouth shut. Was she about to admit that she liked whatever it was that took over Harry? That she liked being in that position? Or maybe she just enjoyed a really good kiss. She enjoyed all of it, but she couldnât bring her rosy-cheeked self to say it out loud. With a silence that made everything more evident, Harryâs face flushed red as well, both of them swaying on the balls of their feet as they remained at half-arms-length, yet scared to touch once again. âHarryâ she whispers, the silence too much and too long to bare next to the incredibly painful charge of lust in the air. âY/nâ he says back, and as they look at each other they can finally read it in the otherâs eyes.
I want you. I want more of you.
The door to y/nâs room opens and her and Harry are quick to jump a few inches of the ground and away from each other, frightened by the sudden intrusion and interruption, but on the other side stands Jenna, y/nâs roommate, the one thatâs never around, the one that Harry often forgets exists and canât have a worse timing to make her existence remembered. âOh⊠Hi!â âJenna! Hi!â y/n smiles nervously, holding back an awkward laughter. Jenna practically lives at her boyfriendâs place, only coming around when she needs something, like free washing machines or some of y/nâs clothes, or when her and her boyfriend argue. âHelloâ Harry adds just above a shy whisper, clearing his throat, scared that people can smell the hunger off of him. His hands place themselves strategically over his aching center as he scoots towards the door. âI was just uh, leaving⊠yeah, byeâ He turns to say to y/n and the urge to press a kiss to her mouth as a gentle goodbye is too big to hold in, yet somehow he manages, pressing his lips to her cheek instead, lingering just a nano-second too long and then rushing off before y/n can say anything.
And what would she say? Ask him to stay? Offer to go with him? Sheâs glued to her spot, replaying what just happened between them in her head over and over and just getting redder and redder. Jenna looks between y/n and the door, back and forth a couple times. âDid I⊠Did I interrupt something?â Jenna says with arched eyebrows, snapping y/n back to reality. âWhat? No, no, ugh I just...â y/n walks over to her bed, letting herself drop on it face first, wanting to scream into her pillow. She takes a deep breath instead âWerenât you at Nickâs today, Jenna? And yesterday too?â âHeâs being a dick, but thatâs not the point here. Oh my god! I did interrupt something!â y/n remains silent for a moment, itâs impossible to deny anyways. She sighs. âYes, now shut upâ âNo way! Iâm so sorry! Tell me all about itâ and y/n laughs because this is just like Jenna. âI would, but you cockblocked me so hard I might keep this information in as revengeâ she says, throwing a pillow at her friend and keeping her mouth in a tight lip smile throughout Jennaâs whole tantrum that she wants to know so bad, and her million apologies that she interrupted something so big.
All y/n can do is sigh and wish for the next time she sees Harry to be⊠A little less confusing but just as enjoyable. Maybe more.
Harry heard her before he saw her. Earlier that morning, the following day, there she was, calling his name through the hallways in campus, greeting him with a big smile and pressing a short kiss to his cheek that caused them both to blush. Harry had a hard time staying still the night before and had giddily told Nick all about the kiss heâd shared with y/n and how his feet felt like they hadnât touched the ground since.
Y/N and Harry stood there like two fools, smiling and blushing and looking. Neither knew what to say until y/n snapped out of her trance and asked him to help her cram some studying before her chemistry lab quiz sheâd have later that week that sheâd forgotten all about. And in a hurry Harry proposed they made themselves at home at the library, where they currently where sat in silence, sneaking giggly glances at each other, but sat far enough away that Harryâs urges wouldnât spiral out of control and make him kiss her again. He enjoyed the kiss, a lot, but didnât want to push anything else on her, the topic of whatever happened a few nightâs back still fresh in the back of his mind, and despite feeling like y/n enjoyed the kiss as well, he wanted to keep his distance just in case he was misreading the situation.
The silence was only interrupted with small, almost inaudible giggles that escaped both of them whenever they caught the other glancing, and little by little, between âis this okay?âs and âcan you remind me of that law again?âs, Harry and y/n were scooted closer down the table, to the point where if Harry pressed himself closer to the wooden bench, heâd touch his knee to hers.
He did it once out of nervousness, and then a second time, testing the waters and just for the thrill of it, and then by the third time it was y/n who moved and made sure their knees touched for the remainder of their short improv study session.
âI have a sheet with how Mr. Greenwald likes to do the chem tests, Iâll email it to you tonightâ Harry said as he walked down a library aisle, returning the books heâd borrowed, with y/n quick in tow, her own materials in her arms. âYeah, thank youâ Harry just nodded at her whispery reply. And it was then, hidden from the rest of the silent students and at this close proximity that they found themselves back in the mindset of the day before. Harryâs eyes dancing between y/nâs shiny ones, faces inching closer in hopes for a repeat for that they didnât feel they had finished. Harry swallowed hard. âI-I should g-go to classâ y/n said, nose bumping against his. Through the thickness of his glasses he found different spots and marks around her cheeks that only made his heart adore her more. She was too pretty for words. Harry nodded, although he didnât fully know what she was talking about. âI should get to workâ he whispered back, voice barely audible, except y/n was so close she didnât need any more volume from him.
With clumsy hands, Harry reached to his side, not paying attention to anything other than y/n and her pretty face and how fast his heart was racing, trying to place a book back into the small nook it left when he took it down, missing terribly and having it scatter down to his feet, with a thud weakened by the carpeted ground. Y/n and Harry pull apart in surprise, not fully believing what had just happened, the trance they had sunk into for a brief moment. Harry cleared his throat silently, toying with his frames on his face before bending over to pick up the book and straighten the creased page where it fell on. They whispered short goodbyes and went their separate ways, both with troubled breathings and warm cheeks, thinking of how much more different things would have ended had Harryâs hands not been so clumsy. Harry thought his glasses would fog over with how steamy he felt his face get, but he marched on towards his dorm, trying to calm his beating heart and get ready for work before he was late.
It was the end of the week when they saw each other again. The bell to the bakery door dinged, and Harry didnât look up from placing baked goods on the display, until a familiar voice called for him over the decorated counter. âHi!â y/n chirped happily. âOh, hey, what are you doing here?â Harry asks genuinely confused, pushing his glasses up his nose from his hunched position. He doesnât remember y/n coming in this bakery much, except sheâd been there more times since he got back to working there and after heâd started tutoring her. Harry wanted to think it was a coincidence, but wouldnât lie that the idea of it not being one, was making his stomach fill with butterflies. Was she coming more because of him? No way. He couldnât believe it. âJenna wanted some cookies before we went to the mallâ y/n leaned over the counter, swaying left and right adorably, her smile wider than ever. âI have great newsâ âWhatâs that?â he couldnât help but smile back. âI got an A on that testâ she winked at him. âWhat?! Congrats! Thatâs so great!â y/n brushed her shoulder, as if saying âIâm the best, I knowâ before bursting into a full on giggle. âI just happen to have the best tutorâ Harry immediately smiled and blushed at her words. âShut up.â he waved a hand, dismissing her, but she continued to say how true was it that heâs just that good of a teacher. Harry interjected âWe have to celebrate!â âTotally!â And before anything else could be said, Harryâs boss called him from the kitchen, interrupting his little break and happy interaction with y/n, and she smiled at him as he pointed behind him, rolling his eyes, understanding he had to get back to work. âStop by my dorm later, yeah? Iâll bring cupcakesâ y/n fake gasped in excitement at his words that were laced with a warm smile. âHad me at cupcakesâ and with that she leaned even further in and pressed her lips to Harryâs dimpled cheek, whispering âsee youâ before skipping over to her friend by the door, and out of the bakery, hair bouncing left and right as she swayed away, leaving Harry the closest to a puddle of adoration he has ever been. Any more and heâd be melted just as much as the rich chocolate frosting on the goods he was arranging on the display.
By the time he got off work and all the way back to campus, y/n was leaning on his door when he walked down the hall. âHey! Been waiting long?â âNope, just got here reallyâ she smiled at him so big, his cheeks were already feeling extra red. âOkayâ he whispered shyly, reaching over and unlocking his door, letting her walk in first, then locking it again behind him. The small pink box from the bakery was placed on his desk and y/n clapped excitedly, like a little child that knew they were having their favourite for dinner.
Y/N recounted how easy sheâd breezed through the exam as they lounged around in his room, sprawled across bean bags with the box of cupcakes between them. âDamn. You wonât even need me tutoring you at this paceâ Harry praised her, but her face pulled into a frown, making him grow confused. âAw man, I like you tutoring me. I like studying with youâ she said truthfully, reaching out and poking his shoulder. They were back to their comfortable playful banter, with all the memories of kissing fresh in their minds, to the point y/n thought they were flirting but she was perfectly fine with it. She wanted to. She wanted to be cute and play coy and possibly get cheeky and kiss him some more, but the way Harryâs always been more shy and nervous â except when he was slamming her against a wall, that was something else â she sensed that she would have to take it a tad slower. âI like studying with you tooâ he admitted, still shocked that sheâd said it first. He loved studying with her. Being with her in general was his favourite way to spend the time. âBummer thereâs nothing I can tutor you in when this semesterâs over, you know-it-allâ y/n joked, taking a bite of a cupcake. âHey, not my fault.â he laughed âbut, I donât know⊠we could... just study together, despite the class⊠I mean, if youâre okay with thatâ âOf course! We can compare schedules and see when we could just⊠study⊠together, maybe on the weekends?â y/n blushed. âYeah. Might have Intro to Philosophy on saturdays thoughâ âI have to take that too! Letâs sign up for the same block!â y/n chimed in with excitement, reaching over to high five Harry as his face broke out into a huge smile, the kind that y/n loved seeing on his features. The kind of smile that made her happy as well, the kind that settled her nerves before an exam.
The kind that made her want to kiss him.
That feeling hadnât left her alone for the past couple of days. It was like it chased her and she found herself wanting to be caught, wondering if maybe she should push again. She stared at the back of him as he stood by his desk, cleaning up after himself and gathering things to throw away alongside the empty box of cupcakes. Her eyes ran up and down his frame. He was something else, something she hadnât figured out yet, but was pleased to know she was at least on her way to. He was giving her all these emotions she wasnât sure of at first, but now she was aching for more. She couldnât remember ever feeling like this when she and Jonathan, or any other boyfriend sheâd had, started dating. That feeling like youâre on fire but youâre okay with it.
That, she would call lust.
But what would she call the butterflies and the tingles, the childlike giddiness and the blushing cheeks?
It would have to remain unnamed for now, at least while lust bubbled over faster, driving her towards Harry as she tapped his shoulder making him turn towards her. Harry was doing his own batch of silent thinking and wondering, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose as the other set his glasses down on his desk before focusing on her with a soft smile. Heâd gone from not being able to say a word to y/n, to kissing her. And if his eyes and his gut didnât deceive him, heâd spotted something that resembled his own want for her, in her eyes as they looked back at him, and he found it again now, when he turned around and there she was, her chest almost flush against his, cheeks red and heavy breathing. There was something there that acted like some sort of magnet, bringing his own reciprocating feelings to the surface of it all.
No words were shared between the two, only longing looks and a mute conversation that resonated deep within them. Before Harryâs anxious brain could kick in with something stupid disguised as logic â like stopping the situation in fear of not being enough â y/n pushed forward and pressed her lips to his.
Harry missed it. Kissing her again made him realise that he had somehow missed the feeling. He didnât know how it was possible, for he had only kissed her briefly once before, but somehow he missed it. He surely missed the rush that it sent through his veins, and before he knew it, just like the first time they kissed, he started taking control, pressing his body to hers, wanting more and more â mainly because he didnât know if heâd ever get more of it, of her, and he wanted to make it last â and moving both their bodies until sheâs flush between his chest and the wall, the position triggering the memory of last time, when sheâd squealed in pain from her tattoo. Harry pulled away, out of breath and disoriented. She was too much for him to handle, too much for his brain and body and heart to be in any sort of sync anymore. âWait, waitâ he said between puffs of air. Y/Nâs chest moved up and down fastly, her own lungs out of air as well. âI donât⊠I donât want to hurt you, I donât mean to⊠I justâ He didnât know where to start, how to tell her that he wanted her to want it too, that he wanted to treat her right, and that this wasnât only lust for him. This was so much more, so much that she didnât know, and he was afraid sheâd run if she knew, but instead, as he searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort â and deep down in his brain for excuses to cut it all short â what he found was the same desire sparkling back at him. âHarryâŠââ she interrupted his babbling in a shy whisper â âIâm okay. It doesnât hurtâ her hand brought his face to look at her, deep into her irises, hoping she was saying everything she didnât know how to phrase with just a look. Their breaths evened out, the only noise in the room. âNothing hurtsâ she finished, engulfing them in silence as Harry let the words sink in, allowing the meaning behind it to go through his thick skull. For a nerdy, studious man like himself, y/n was the one topic he didnât get exactly right, until this point. He was sure this was the first time he was truly in sync with her. As if heâd received an electric shock, his body reacted, snapping out of some sort of trance, and landing his lips to hers again.
This was what she meant, what she was saying.
Harry had never had a girl, or anyone really, in his room like this. It never felt like this before, like the air was too hot, but not hot enough. The dorm had never felt so big and spacious that he needed the warmth of another body melted into his, but thatâs what he wanted with y/n, and with a swift tug he knew she felt it too.
They stumbled around the room, on their way to his bed while groping and pinching and discovering with their hands as their mouths had a dance of their own. It was frantic and a little messy, but it meant everything to Harry. He feared one of her pinches would be hard enough to wake him up, and heâd sit up in bed and realise this was another one of those dreams. Heâd had enough of those; the real deal was here and wanted him too, the realization of it making him woozy.
Y/N was laid under him, shirt long forgotten and hair a mess but the most beautiful thing heâd ever laid eyes on anyways. She worked her fingers around the hem of his jeans, itching to pull them off, starving for more skin on skin contact. His tattooed chest already doing wonders to her emotions as it pressed to her naked one. Garments were softly yet rapidly removed, the speed at which things progressed not taking away from the meaning behind it. How fast they were going didnât make this just another encounter, but instead spoke loudly of how much they both craved the other, so much to the point that another second without it would drive them mad.
It was heat, a heat they had been deprived of and hadnât realised until now.
Open mouth to open mouth, they breathed in and out in short huffs, bodies so close they didnât need to say anything to have a chat. The sliver of doubt that crossed Harryâs eyes was so minimal y/n almost didnât catch it, but she did because suddenly it was like they were born to be this connected. Y/Nâs hands pulled Harry back to her lips by the neck, reassuring him in a way, as his snaked under her body, lifting her off the bed enough to remove the last piece of clothing that stood between complete intimacy. It was then that Harry really knew what was about to happen as he reached over his nightstand for protection. This wasnât just his imagination, this was something else. This was it. âY/Nâ he whispered to her neck, lifting himself up so he could look at her, sprawled out on his mattress, glowing and nude. The sight alone made him ache. She was⊠He didnât have a word. No dictionary he could read had the right word to describe her. How she bit her lip, and her eyes had a vibrancy in them he never imagined possible, how she sensually mouthed the barely audible words that meant the demise of his self control. âI want you, Harryâ
That was it.
Trembling hands prepared him for it as he took deep breaths. With long groans and a slow rhythm heâd thrusted into her, her warmth welcoming him, immediately sending his hormones in a frenzy. Her mewls were his new favourite sound and the way his face scrunched up in pleasure with every dip of his hips, was her new favourite picture.
Lust.
Lust, but so tender and caring. Maybe she could call those other feelings that. She didnât want to waste time on that. All of her focus was on Harry, clouding her brain like a storm season, hitting her in spots undiscovered, now brought to life by him. âH-Harry Iâm- Godâ Y/N slowly wrapped her legs around his figure, dragging them along his thighs until they were up by his hips, ankles crossing behind his back, hands digging into his shoulder blades. He didnât just feel good with his slow paced thrusts, he felt good to the touch. He felt good to feel.
âF-fuck meâ he moaned to her ear, eyes closed shut in bliss, dropping kisses and bites down towards her neck and collarbones. Harry wanted every little bit of her, something to take from this and keep forever. He feared he would screw it all up and heâd be sunken down back to just dreaming of her, so he wanted to collect everything he could. Her taste, her smell, how she felt around him. It was all a mission to keep her close, just like this, for whenever heâd need her. He wanted to close his eyes and be able to see this replaying every time. Looking up to her was quite the sight. Lids at half mast, open mouth and little moans of âYes, Harry, fuckâ that would â if he was lucky â haunt him forever.
He wanted to smack himself for being this stupid, for allowing this to happen knowing that he probably wouldnât get it again. Make it unforgettable Harry, he kept thinking, for both of you. But it was hard.
It was hard to want her for this long, so much that in just a matter of minutes he was on the edge of his finish.
He looked down at her, the words escaping him before he could process any syllable that stumbled between gasps for air. âGorgeous, fuckâ Youâre so gorgeous, youâre beautiful, y/n, youâre- Christâ the last of it came in a shivering huff, as the tickling of his orgasm crept up his spine. âM-more, Harry, I-I want youâ her back arched off the bed, her own finish threatening to take over, ready to wash over her like an ocean. âIâm close- Iâm- Harry, yesâ âMe too. Y/N⊠You-youâŠâ he couldnât finish that sentence, feeling her tighten around him, his grip on her waist tightening, as her nails left marks on his back, their chests pressed together to where no one could tell where Harry ended and y/n started. His arm felt like giving out as his resolve weakened and Harryâs own release came forth. Almost like a chain reaction, y/n let out a long moan as she climaxed, and within the next few seconds Harry followed right back, spilling into the condom in hot spurts, an orgasm heâd only dreamed of but finally had.
There wasnât any collapsing onto her body, for he was already so close to her during the whole act that it only felt like being naked once more when he shuffled to her side, only half his body on top of hers. Neither had a thing to say as their respirations calmed, and once more only their eyes talked as they gazed into each othersâ.
Harry didnât know what to say, where to even start. It would be too much to admit heâd dreamt of this, right? Yeah, that was too forward. If he ever wanted a chance with her, that was a sliver of information he should keep a secret. Y/N didnât know what to say either, deciding it was better to not say anything at all and just reach over and delicately run her fingers through his hair.
He looked so pretty like that, without his thick glasses, spent and fucked out, what a sight, and y/n realised Harry had started to look pretty every time she saw him.
It took them just a few minutes of relaxing and assimilating what had just happened, before y/n was taken over by giggles. Awkward, post-sex giggles that made Harryâs dimpled smile surface in a flash. She was the most beautiful thing in the world, how and when did he get this lucky?
Y/N bit her lip once more as the laughter subsided, and it was Harryâs turn to caress her cheek with delicate hands. His green eyes said it all, and y/n felt as if he was telling her all the compliments in the world with just a look, causing her to blush along with him. âHar-â she began, finally one of them starting the conversation that so badly needed to happen but neither knew how to begin, and was interrupted by an abrupt knock on Harryâs door. âRoom check, Styles!â They short of jumped off the bed at the sudden intrusion, Harry immediately scurrying to grab his clothes and the blanket by their feet for y/n to cover her naked body. Fuck fuck fuck, was all he kept murmuring under his breath as he ran to dress himself. He knew that on the other side of his door was Liam, the more chill monitor, the one Harry was sorta friends with. He signalled to y/n to hide while he attended the door, and, wrapped in just a sheet she got up, positioning herself behind a wall and trying to slowly dress herself in hidden while holding in her laughter. For some reason this was hilarious to her. Just how many times will her moments with Harry get interrupted.
Harry opened the door just a bit, enough for Liam to peek in and go away, if it wasnât for the fact that Harry looked so incredibly guilty, it would be unfair for Liam to not mess with him a bit. âHi!â Harry said, a bit to over the top. âRoom check, everything okay?â âAll goodâ he rushed âItâs past hours, any girls here?â Liam tried to walk in the room but Harry stood his ground, keeping him from storming in. âNopeâ Liam squinted at Harryâs nervous stance and fast, chirpy replies. âHmmm, how about you let me in then, Harry?â âUhh⊠i-itâs a mess in here, y-you wouldnât-â âWeâre all men! ââ Liam countered â âOf course itâs a mess, nothing I havenât seen before⊠Right?â He arched an eyebrow in challenge. Harry was hiding something, it was clear, and Liam wanted to ruffle him up a bit, so he pushed again, this time opening the door a little more and a little more, despite Harry trying his best to stop him. âLiam⊠L-Liam please, stop. Liam, I swearâ he said in a rushed, hushed voice, practically begging him to go away. âAw câmon Harryâ Liam teased âI need to do my-â With a quick gaze around the room Liam saw it.Â
The door had opened just enough for Liam to see a quick reflection in the mirror at the other end of the room. The silhouette of a girl, he couldnât tell who from his spot â and neither did he see anything inappropriate, thank God â wrapped up in a sheet and cowering behind the wall trying to get dressed quickly. Liamâs jaw dropped open slowly, eyebrows rising in shock. âOhâ he murmured, causing Harry to turn around and catch what Liam had seen, nerves and slight anger immediately rushing through his veins. With a swift push, he got Liam back to the hall, keeping him away. âLiam-â âOh, Harry...â he teased some more, winking and raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, causing the curly haired one to grow as red as an actual tomato. Heâs sure heâs never seen anyone turn this red in his life. Liam raised his hand for a high five but Harry punched him in the shoulder, hard enough for him to back down but not enough to really really hurt him. âShut upâ Harry whispered. âI didnât say anything!â âGo, Liam!â he shooed his friend away with a groan. âFine, fineâ Liam raised his arms in the air in a sign of defeat. âBut sheâs got 10 minutes to leaveâ he whispered to Harry before winking at him one last time and walking away.
Harry rested his back on the door as he closed it, letting out a long exhausted sigh. Unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes in annoyance. This was the last thing he needed, but his anger dissipated quickly when y/n walked up to him, slipping her arms through the sleeves of her hoodie, getting officially dressed back again. Now Harry was back to being shy and red beyond belief. âGod that was soâŠâ âEmbarrassing? Yeahâ y/n said between giggles, making light of the situation for both their sakes and inducing a giggle to come out of him as well. She took a hold of one of Harryâs hands and squeezed it. âI should go, then?â All Harry could do was nod as he bit his lip. God, he wanted her to stay, every day if she wanted, but he knew she couldnât. Maybe someday, just how tonight had been a dream come true, maybe her staying was a wish that life would grant Harry down the road, but for now she needed to leave. Harry cleared his throat in awkwardness. âY/N, uh⊠I just⊠Iâ she shushed him âYeah I know⊠that wasâŠâ âYeahâ again, they giggled. This time it was Harry who, without even expecting it himself, initiated the contact, bringing her close to his body by wrapping his arms around her waist, placing her close enough that his heart beat sped up once again. âIt was goodâ she whispered, and it almost made him drop dead when his heart skipped a beat. It was good? She had enjoyed it? âYeah?â it was her time to just nod coyly, standing on the tips of her toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. If it were up to Harry heâd freeze time right there, in that post-climax, comfortable, giggly heaven they had wrapped themselves in.
When she stepped back, Harry was still savouring the whole night. He didnât want any detail to escape his brain later on, or ever. Y/N was preparing to leave and the moment sheâd stepped out of his room Harry felt himself spiraling. God, he didnât even tell her how he felt, he didnât know if she thought he just wanted something physical, he knew nothing. All of that had happened and he still felt like he knew nothing.
He figured this was as good of a time as any to make sure she knew that he really really wanted her, and not just in the way heâd just had her. And so, with a shaky breath and equally shaky hands, he gathered the confidence he didnât know he could even muster until a few weeks back, and turned around, deciding to go after her.
Opening his door he comes face to face with her and for a second they just stare. She had also turned around, not ready to leave just yet. Not ready to finish a conversation she wasnât sure had actually started. âHarry, I-â âGo on a date with meâ He said, cutting her own sentence short âPlease.â His hands were in tight fists in anticipation as another thought ran through his brain.Â
What if she wanted something physical, he didnât even think of that, he could be royally fucking everything up by being so forward like that.Â
He looked up at her, peeking at her expression, and all of his body was relieved to find a smile on her features. That was a good sign? Right? âOkayâ she whispered, so silently Harry didnât think he was meant to hear it but he did. He did and there was nothing stopping the butterflies and the tingles and everything nice that took over him at that moment. âYes?â he asked, just to make absolutely sure. âYesâ and this time she nodded as well, giving him a visual that, indeed, she had agreed.
Neither said much after that. Now there was truly nothing left to be said. With little whispery âsee you tomorrowâs, they parted ways for good, y/n a mess of giggles and blushing cheeks as she walked back to her dorm not far away, and Harry an explosion of butterflies and his face all hot as he let his body fall back on his bed and he replayed everything, from the beginning, from the moment the cute girl had sat next to him in chemistry 101 and had laughed at his jokes. The same girl that flooded his dreams and had been driving him crazy since then and that he now had a date with.
He wanted to see her again already, he even wanted to dream of her again and again and again, but with all that excitement he wasnât sure he could sleep a wink.
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