Hear me out. Vamp Harry comforting y/n from a really bad nightmare. Like maybe it was the blood children or something and she’s just really shaken and scared even though she knows h will always protect her and H just holding her and comforting her until she goes back to sleep and the entire time she’s asleep he doesn’t even loosen his hold. Just makes sure she stays tucked in his arms, which is the safest place she could ever be in 🥺
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Scanning his hand over the length of her back, Harry took in a heavy breath of (Y/N)'s scent as she slept against his chest. Her hair rustled against his nose, reacting to his fanning breaths. Though they were separated from the layers of blankets, he could still feel the heat emanating from her skin. He couldn't help but to cling to her, hoping she wouldn't get disturbed by the chill of his own touch.
Harry didn't have to look out the shaded windows to know the moon was still high in the sky. He had hours still until (Y/N) would wake in the morning. Though since meeting her these hours in the dark had become an impatient time for him, he always enjoyed the opportunity to observe her. There was always something new to find about her.
That was something he'd always admired about her: the way humans were always changing. He'd never really paid attention to the transience of the beings around him, not until he met (Y/N). Now he'd become entranced at the idea of there always being something new to see, something to discover about (Y/N), after a long existence of the same.
Even tonight, she wasn't sleeping quite the same as she always seemed to. As usual, she was stuck to him with her head tucked against his neck. But, there was a difference in the way she clutched at him, with her hands between their chests, fingers in his shirt. Though he couldn't see her face at the moment, he could feel the fanning of her breath skating over his skin, the pacing different than he was used to when she was so deeply asleep.
A crooked smile hooked his lips. He liked the idea that even in her sleep she searched him out, reaching for his touch. If his heart beat, he was sure it would be pounding against his chest, looking for her own.
Harry closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress. (Y/N) had told him once that she dreamy of him often, nearly every night. What he wouldn't give to crawl into her mind, to see what she saw.
Especially on a night like this, where she clung to him, heart rate picking up in her chest. A dimple dented his cheek at the thought of what could be whirling around her head. Selfishly, he hoped it was about him; the kind of dream that had her heart quickening, her breath coming in puffs.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a breathy murmur fell from her lips, "Harry."
That soft smile widened into a grin on his lips. He tightened his hold on her, wordlessly letting her know that he was right here. He's got her.
"Harry," she murmured again, more clarity to her voice than before.
A pinch appeared between his brows. If he didn't know any better, he would think she had awoken.
"(Y/N)?"
The rumble of his voice vibrated under her cheek, though she didn't stir. She never usually spoke in her sleep, especially nothing past a few mumbled words. Maybe this one was particularly vivid —particularly real to her tonight.
Harry continued to run a circuit with his palm around her back, fingertips dragging between her shoulder blades. As much as he did enjoy hearing his name on her lips, he hoped the gentle touching would settle her down. He couldn't imagine she would wake up very rested if she talked all night long.
The longer he touched her, the more her body relaxed. Her heart rate lowered, back to the even pacing that she started the night with. Harry took another long pull of her scent into his lungs. As much as he loved her voice, hearing her during the hours he missed her most, he figured this would make for a better night for her.
All at once, Harry could hear the spike in her heartbeats, the rocketing of her breathing just as she fought to untangle herself from him. The quilt wrapped around her body was messily pushed off, hooking around her hips with the sheets going askew. She couldn't seem to move fast enough, her croaky voice muttering indecipherable words until he could hear the shout of his name breaking through her throat.
"Harry!" she gasped, unfocused gaze seeing through him.
A sheen covered her eyes, sparkling over her iris. He doubted she could see in the dark of their bedroom the way he did, especially when she seemingly began to panic more. Her breathing came in noisy pants, hands bundling close to her chest as if she were too afraid to reach for him.
The mattress creaked under his weight as Harry sat up, reaching for her himself.
"(Y/N), petal? Are you okay?" he asked, watching as the world came into focus for her.
Instead of a gasping breath shuddering her lungs, a whimper eked from her throat. The sheen over her eyes turned into a gathered puddle on her waterline, ducts flushing red. Those bundled hands at her chest clutched one another harder.
"Harry? Is that really you?" she whispered, voice broken and watery.
"Oh, petal," he crooned, reaching for her.
He took her into his arms, holding her as she crumbled into him. He could feel the falling of her tears against his neck, the way she shuddered against his chest. His own features were pinched, brows furrowed.
"What happened, petal?" he murmured, palms spanning her back as he held her close.
She only let out a shuddering whine, nothing sensical leaving her. His lips thinned, his worry mounting. He thought she had been sleeping just fine, that he had soothed her past her vivid dreaming.
(Y/N) clung to him, crying for as long as she needed. To Harry, it felt like hours, waiting and worrying as his imagination conjured up the many reasons she would be blubbering into tears in the middle of the night.
(The most logical reason, that also made him want to cringe away, was a nightmare containing himself).
"H-Harry," she cried, "I'm sorry."
His expression further soured. "Petal, why are you apologizing?"
She shook her head, a shuddering breath leaving her lungs. "I'm cr-crying all over you. In the middle of the n-night."
He couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him. "As if I was sleeping. 'S alright—do not waste your time worrying about me. I am worried about you, my love. What happened?"
She sniffled, turning her face until she laid her cheek against his shoulder. "Bad dream," she mumbled, voice thick and watery.
Harry hugged her that much tighter in response. "What was your nightmare about?"
She hesitated before she spoke, Harry waiting intently. "The—uh—the... those things that found me that one time. When you yelled at me."
Her voice was impossibly quiet; he doubted any human would have been able to properly hear her, lacking in the heightened senses he possessed.
Though, there was a part of him that wished he hadn't been able to hear her at all. His frozen heart cracked hearing the description she gave.
The memory she brought up wasn't one he looked back on fondly. One he wished he never participated in and would do over in a heartbeat if given the chance. Especially when he considered just how different the outcome could have been had he never followed her out to the garden at the exact right moment.
"I-I was outside again," she continued in his silence, a hiccup disrupting her voice, "And they were there. I tried calling for you, but you couldn't hear me, and the-they kept getting closer. I was going to run, but they were faster, but I made myself wake up before they caught me."
The crack in his frozen heart turned into a full crevice, halving the organ until there were only strings of his love for her holding it together.
"Petal," he crooned, hoping she didn't hear the break in his voice, "I am so sorry. So sorry."
"It's okay," she murmured, shaking her head against his shoulder, "It wasn't real."
Though her words were a reassurance, queued up for the both of them, Harry wasn't able to take it as such. While she was right, this dream wasn't real and he was able to soothe her and keep her safe, there was a time when this scenario was real. Not the exact one, as he came to her without even a single call, but close enough that it felt harrowing.
But, this wasn't about him. He wasn't going to sob over her and beg for her forgiveness when she so obviously needed comfort.
"I've got you, petal," he promised, "They aren't coming back. I swear it."
"I know," she nodded, hair ticking his cheek, "I know that, I don't know why I even had this dream. I haven't thought about them in so long."
That was a small balm in his chest. At least he had been able to make up some for the incident, enough to keep her from dwelling on that day.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, for more than just this appearance in her dream, "But you're safe now. I am going to keep you safe, I swear."
"I know."
(Y/N) snuggled against him that much more.
She fell silent then, allowing Harry to tune into his senses. He could hear the small tremor in her lungs, matching the hiccup that echoed through her. The pacing of her heartbeat was evening out into a soothing baseline, the thrum that he was able to pick out of a lineup. The only remnant of her tears was the stain on his shirt.
Far from the first time, he wished he was warm for her. He wished he could do more for her; touch her in more than just a few delicate sweeps made in fear of igniting goosebumps on her skin. Though (Y/N) never cringed away from him, or pulled away from his touch before he made the choice for her, he was sure it would be much more pleasant to snuggle into something warm.
But, Harry kept holding her. He soothed his palm around her back, recreating the circuit before she had jolted awake.
"Do y'want to go back to sleep, petal? Or did y'want to go to m'studio, or something—get your mind off of your dream?"
He could also make her something to eat, he thought. Or one of those frothy chocolate drinks she showed him. That would warm her.
Harry waited for an answer. The silence stretched on.
A furrow knitted his brows. She hadn't fallen asleep already, right?
Taking stock of her form, he listened to the drum of her heart rate. Her breathing was even, void of the hiccuping tremor that had pushed out her sobs. She was draped over him a touch more than she had been moments before, having melted into him until she was being held up by his arms.
She'd already fallen asleep.
A smile cracked his features. Maybe he wasn't quite as cold as he thought he was.
Breathing out a heavy, unnecessary sigh, Harry cautiously laid back. The bedding tufted around him, his arms a careful cage around her body. He attempted to keep her as steady as possible, shifting her only when he pulled up the comforter over her form. Once he had her nestled into the sheets, her hands still gently clutching his shirt, he glanced at her face.
Her features were set into peaceful lines, lacking those creases and edges that had marred them before. Her lips still held that flush and swell from her sobs, though only the tear tracks reflecting off of her skin was the only give away of her hard night.
As much as he felt responsible for her nightmare, there was something calming knowing that she found that comfort in his arms, enough so that fell back to sleep without a second thought. All she seemingly needed was his arms and promise that he would be there, that he had her, and she was reassured enough to go back to resting.
Looking at her, he tipped his head and rested his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, reveling in her warmth, the very tip of his nose skimming her own.
She was okay. Despite how much he dwelled on his past mistakes and grievances, (Y/N) loved him anyway. Found solace in him. Looked for him for safety.
Just as much as he looked for her to fill the missing half of his heart.
Hugging her tight, he pressed a delicate kiss to the tip of her nose. "I love you, petal."
Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, he decided. He was going to wake her with breakfast in bed, paint a new piece for her, create a gourmet lunch, maybe run out and get the kitten she had begun begging him for, and a grand dinner to cap everything off. All while he would be at her disposal, falling to her every beck and call.
He was going to take care of her.
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Warnings- mentions of blood, vampires, stalking (Edward Cullen has nothing on him), twilight slander, invasion of privacy, morally gray H, etc
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Harry hated that stupid movie.
It wasn’t at all what real vampires were. While he wished it was as lighthearted as the movie tried to portray, it was a bit more classy and a lot more hierarchical than the humans would truly ever know. They walked among them, yes, but in more plain sight than they could ever guess. Celebrities, politicians, even royalty were of vampiric life. It wasn’t as silly as this movie suggested, nor did they solely feed off of animal blood. It did taste a bit gamey, did in a pinch, but he wasn’t one who could stomach that sort of pseudo vegan lifestyle. Ever since that movie had erupted from whatever depths of hell it was created, it had caused him nothing but strife. Years later the vampire craze had seemed to slow, but lines were nearly burned into his ears after being subjected to the comfort movie of his unfortunate neighbor and object of his current affection.
He knew it was creepy and perhaps the one thing he shared with the Cullen fellow. Watching her as she slept.
It was dangerous, stupid even, for her to leave her windows unlocked and while part of him wanted to scold her for it, the other part was thankful. He didn’t have to form another guise to get into her house, he could enter directly where his little human laid her head at night and he could watch her breathe. Listen to her breaths and heartbeats underneath the television shows she left on to drown out any noises the old house may make. That’s what she said in her journal, anyway.
He sat in the chair across from her bed, listening to the comfort of her heartbeats as he flipped through the pages. It was an invasion of privacy, he knew it, and while sometimes he felt bad… it was his way of getting to know her. Morals had never quite been his thing anyway, let alone when it came to the girl snoozing in her bed like a pleased kitten in a sunbeam. Maybe he was deluding himself, but he swore that she calmed the fitful sleep when he entered his room. Like her body knew of his presence. Instead of being on edge, like any sensible human would be in direct contact with a predator, she possibly had a miswire of her brain.
For all of the things he knew about her, for his addiction to her scent and being near her, they didn’t talk much. Harry owned the house next to hers, which was originally a rental, but the moment he had caught her scent he knew he had to stay longer.
It was unnatural if you were a human, sure, but if you were a vampire you would understand. There were certain people, certain scents, that drove you insane. That weighed heavily on your brain and acted as an addiction. Y/N had captured his attention the moment he had pulled into the street, Harry immediately clocked that she had been the source of the scent that had caught his nose a few miles away. He’d been meaning to park at his place and go on foot in search of it, but as fate would have it; she was right next door.
To get an invitation into her house, it had been quite simple. Using his cat that didn’t exist as an excuse; he asked if he could come around and look for him in her yard. The little thing had gasped, nodding her head ecstatically and inviting him in without second thought, only with the promise of getting a pet in if he were to find the fictional cat. A good thing for him, but worrying for the future. Inviting people in, vampires in, was incredibly dangerous. He had wanted to scold her for it, to make her understand the danger she had put herself in, but it was much harder to do that when said woman had no idea that his kind could even be a threat to her.
From there it had been waving when he left and she sat on her porch with her book, feet tucked under her body as she rocked on her glider. A pitcher of cherry limeade next to her, sweetening her blood in ways that made his fangs prick his lips. The human did things she had next to no clue affected him so deeply. One particular day he had been desperate to hear her voice, going as far as stealing her mail so he could deliver it to her himself. Knocking at her door, he’d been anxious with anticipation hearing her walk up to the front of her house. Water had been on and there was the faint scent of lemon dish soap lingering in the air along with the slight clinking of dishes, cluing him into the fact she had definitely been doing her dishes. When his obsession did answer the door, his breath had caught in his throat as he looked down at her.
Something about that day had shifted his addiction to her into overdrive. Watching her eyes widen and the smile grow on her face, tendrils of hair falling out of her ponytail and her heartbeat picking up, he had found out that he wasn’t the only one with an interest. He’d handed over the mail, swallowing the lump in his throat as her smaller hand brushed his own. Warm, silky skin, lighting him up with the single touch. It had been a short interaction, mostly due to the burning in his throat as the wind picked up and washed him with her scent yet again. A muttered excuse had made even himself wince as he was mindful of his pace, walking back to his place and getting directly into his car. He’d needed a feed desperately if he was going to be around her.
Harry had done a plethora of ridiculous things in order to slowly wiggle himself into the little human’s life, but getting a pet cat was probably the most ridiculous. A fluffy black cat with golden eyes and a raspy meow had been his pick, letting it have the run of the house and the yard because what if Y/N asked about it? The plan was to get himself intertwined in her life, so he had to have some truths to it.
As oblivious as some humans could be, he knew his human was far more perceptive in terms of figuring out if people had things off with them. Her diary had said as much.
Tonight, he had been chomping at the bit for her to go to sleep. Waiting outside her house, watching her shut it down and go upstairs as he scaled the large tree next to her room for a view. He could tell she was tired, but she sat for twenty minutes scribbling away into her notebook with a smile on her face and the pace of her heart upticking a few times, making him wonder what she was writing about. Was it him? Her certainly hoped so.
It was pathetic. If anyone knew of his wistful sighs and his borderline obsessive routine of slipping into her room one she fell into dreamland, they’d surely remind him that getting involved with a human was surely a terrible idea. It wasn’t unheard of, no, but it ended in disaster some of the time. The vampire counterpart going too far during a feeding, accidentally hurting them during sex, the human getting sick and them perishing leaving the eternal to go insane after. Even still, the threat wasn’t enough to keep him away from her.
As he heard her breathing even out, he climbed slowly into her room and made sure to keep quiet as she hadn’t entered the deepest part of sleep yet. Usually he had some sort of control on his need to be around her but after their conversation in her backyard, he had been itching to get into her mind.
The journal was a deep brown, suede strings around it with a few charms on the worn material. It wrapped around to keep it closed, reminding him of his own journals back in his estate. She cherished each one of her journals, it seemed, and he found himself liking her even more because of it. Humans could be so wasteful, so unaware of the things they produced. His human, though, she was mindful of her footprint. A slight smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he looked down at her sleeping form. Looming over her wasn’t the brightest idea, but something in his restless soul had calmed with the vision of her safe and snug in the warm blankets.
His stomach was full from one of those dreaded blood packets. Nothing like the real thing, required heating, but he needed to ensure she was safe from him. With blood that made his mouth water, even with his strong restraint he wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. The idea of anything happening to her weighed heavily on him, twisting his stomach each and every time it came to light in his mine. “Gorgeous.” He murmured, brushing his knuckle against her cheek. The touch was a compulsion, unable to help it as he felt the warmth under his cool digit. Every time he limited himself to just a few fleeting touches, but he could feel it getting harder and harder staying away from her as the days went by.
Mentally prying himself from her form, he took the journal in his hand and padded over to the armchair in the corner. It gave a perfect view of her sleeping face, the soft lines making his chest squeeze before he opened up the leatherbound book to the newest entry.
‘I saw him again today. I haven’t spoken about him much in here but I think its time to.
He is ungodly handsome. I’m talking, how are you real, greek god, roman statue good looking.’
He had to stifle a laugh, running his finger over the inked words.
‘His name is Harry and we’ve met a few times, but today was the longest we spoke. I finally met his cat, Midnight, which is a less than original name for a black cat but I’ll let it slide. He was so gentle with him, picking him up and letting me hold him. He purred and was absolutely the cutest little thing ever, but I was distracted by his owner. Usually he doesn’t say much and originally I thought he didn’t like me or something, but I think he’s just shy.’
Another thing that made him have to seal his lips from reacting to. Harry wasn’t shy, he was cold. He kept to himself not because he was afraid, but because he wasn’t fond of communication. In her case, though, it was because he wasn’t sure he could keep from asking her to come over to his place and find a way to seduce her. To get her just as addicted to his presence as he was to hers. As morally gray as a creature could be, he didn’t want to force her affections.
‘ He has the nicest voice. It’s quiet but dark and deep and I felt bad for thinking about what else it could say later on, but it’s not like he’d ever know. There has never been another person to his house that I’ve seen that looks romantic, but maybe he just like fuckbuddies. Sucks that hes my neighbor and I get dreadfully emotionally attached, otherwise I’d suggest that sorta thing. Maybe. It’s unlike me to feel so curious about a man considering I’ve been doing my best to try and stay true to my no dating year, but it’s incredibly hard not to want to see more of him.’
Sitting up in his seat, he didn’t suppress the smirk on his face as he read what she wrote down. Maybe one day he’d feel guilt about reading her private thing, but right now? He was fucking thankful he did. There was confirmation of returned interest, interest in more nonetheless. Usually the idea of more than a night of sex would send the vampire running, but his little human had bewitched him. There would be no world in which he could have a single night with her and give her up. Being more in tune with the more primal parts of him, he had the knowledge that it was already finding himself tangled in her web. This mere human trapping his affections in steel threads.
‘I think I’m gonna try and feel him out a bit. Not in a creepy way or anything but, maybe take more initiative. The only problem with that is he is super intimidating and probably a bit out of my league, and I’ve got no damn clue if he’s single or even looking. At the risk of making a fool out of myself, I’m gonna try and see. Mama always did say you never got anything if you didn’t ask. I still can’t believe how many times i've quoted her in here. I wish she was around so I could ask her what to do.’
The smile on his face slipped as he was reminded of previous entries. His sweet little human was pretty alone in the world. She had some friends, was good with the other neighbors, but she had no family. She still had no clue it was him that left her the pie and stack of romance books outside her door on Christmas. He’d feel gutted at the idea of her spending it alone, especially after reading and knowing how badly she craved companionship. There was no true talk of what happened to her family other than there being an accident, but that was something he would let her tell him herself.
‘I hope I’m not just reading into things because I’m a little desperate for someone to want me, but I swore I could feel him checking me out. He gave me a cute little smile and the motherfucker had dimples. DIMPLES! How is it possible for a man as severely handsome as him to look adorable when he smiled? God does indeed have favorites.’
It was definitely a stroke to the ego to know how attractive she found him, but the next paragraph was what really moved him.
‘Above all of that, he seems pretty smart. Really intelligent, actually. He’s quite charming once he starts talking to you, and I felt like he was really giving me every bit of his attention. In a way it was a little overwhelming because I haven’t ever felt that way before from a man, but it was so nice to have someone give me their time without the distraction of phones or work or anything. We talked for probably about half an hour and I found myself getting closer to the fence, almost asking if he wanted to come in for a coffee or if he was down, cherry limeade. I didn’t want to seem desperate though, so I said bye first. Stupid on my part. He seems like the type of person who I could talk to for hours and not get bored. That's a rare type of person. Then again, maybe I am slightly delusional.’
If only she knew.
Harry closed the journal, diligently trying to replicate the way she had wrapped the suede around the leather before getting up and placing it back on her nightstand.
“If only you knew that you make me feel so insane that I’d risk stealing a star for you.” His words were delicate, hopefully entering her dreams. It was abundantly apparent to him that she wasn’t given the proper affection in her life and It would be his job to provide.A challenge he was up for. His fingers found her face again, delicately tracing the curve of her nose as he tried to commit each mark on her to memory. It was interrupted, though, when she let out a little whimper in her sleep, making him freeze and his eyes widen. He was fully prepared to have to wipe her memories, to have her eyes fluttering open and screams leaving her throat, but instead she did the opposite. Hands emerged from under the blankets, lightly grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his cool touch onto her hot cheek. Silky smooth skin, slightly damp from the light sweat in her sleep nuzzled into his palm. He watched as limbs stretched under her before she curled up again and held his hand to her face, urging the touch to stay put.
She was asleep and sought him out. The grip on his sleeve lessened as she fell back into the slumber he was jealous of, wishing he could be in her head and see the things she had running around up there. The sweetest hum left her throat in a final act of settling, Harry allowing the urges to win and ran his thumb over the curve of said cheek. It was astonishing to him, given that her body should be sensing the danger of having the monster who had dreamed of sinking his fangs into her throat, her wrist, her inner thigh, feasting on her blood- but maybe she could also sense that he wouldn’t want to hurt her. Just a taste. He could live with just a taste of her on his tongue. “Sweet little thing…” He swallowed, finding the urge more strong by the moment. All he craved was crawling into the bed with her, pulling her frame into his own and burying his face in the curve of her neck. He would take a little bite, just enough to get it on his tongue before he licked it closed. He wanted to feel her breathing against his hand and hear every shift she made at night, the rush of blood through her veins. It was surpassing the normal urges a vampire would have with his prey, but he had a feeling it had never been normal between them. He couldn’t change it overnight. His body softened as he leaned against the bed, a soft hum leaving his lips as he began to lightly sing the soft lullaby he had been coaxed into dreamland with as a child.
There was no moving him, not until the first hint of sunlight lit the sky azure. The best night of his life had been sitting on his knees by her bedside, allowed to have his cold skin warmed by her cheek as she had put it there herself. When he had to finally pull away, the warmth tingled in his palm as he pressed it to his own cheek and imagined how it would feel the day she let him warm himself from the source. However long that would take, he would wait along for her and let her cling to his unknowing hand to sing her the quietest lullabies to quell any fears she had.
London was always beautiful, even more so at night.
You were walking through Hyde Park, carefully taking in your surroundings. Normally you wouldn’t go wandering around that area at one in the morning, despite the gates being closed (and you having to trespass to get in) there tended to be quite a few sketchy people in there and sometimes human beings did scare you more than supernatural beings.
You sighed and kept walking as you looked for someone, the reason you were currently there. You did not dare call his name, if he were around he’d probably hear you but you didn’t want to draw attention to him. You knew he could take care of himself way better than 99% of people you knew, but you would never risk endangering him. You cared too much.
“Don’t you know it’s dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to go walking round here all alone?”
You felt a hand on your shoulder and tensed, before quickly relaxing again. You turned and gave the person a glare. “I was looking for you!”
The young man standing in front of you smiled. His green eyes were always able to enchant you, but you couldn’t afford to lose your cool. It was hard, with someone as attractive as he was near you - not just because of his looks, it was almost as if he emanated a mysterious substance capable of luring everyone in, no matter their sex or their age. His messy, curly hair was long, and every now and then he would run a hand through it, seemingly annoyed. You couldn’t blame him, he had had the same hair style for a long time, even if he’d wished to cut it the hair would simply grow back at once like nothing happened. His flawless, spotless skin wasn’t as pale as the one most of his kin had and his lips were naturally pink, as if he was wearing lipstick. But you knew it wasn’t the case.
“I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
You were taken aback by his words. Of course you wanted to see him, you wanted to see him so badly! It was hard to lie to yourself, you had been trying but it wasn’t working.
“Can we go somewhere else?” you whispered, gesturing to a few guys laying near bushes. They weren’t dangerous, they were homeless people who had nowhere to go, but you didn’t feel at ease. Also, you didn’t want to stay there with him in case the ones you were worried about did show up and tried to hurt him, along with you.
He nodded and followed you down the path, till you reached the gates and quickly climbed over them to get out. A guy walking nearby gave you a funny look, probably wondering what the hell you two were doing getting out of Hyde Park at such a late time. You ignored him and turned to the guy standing beside you. He was waiting for your lead and despite the slight smile on his face his eyes looked so sad… you wanted to hug him so badly, you wanted to tell him everything would be alright, but you couldn’t.
“Harry…”
It felt strange to be on first name terms with him. Harry was everything you were supposed to hate and fear, but you couldn’t. Because he wasn’t like the vast majority of them.
“You look cold. There’s a coffee shop which stays open all night just down the street, want to go there?”
You knew he didn’t feel the cold weather. You knew he could drink and eat but he didn’t care for the taste anymore. It was nice of him to care a little about you, though. “That would be lovely. I am a bit cold.” you admitted, lying. You weren’t just a bit cold, you were starting to freeze. Your fault for not wearing a warmer jacket, but the previous nights hadn’t been so cold, so you thought you would be okay.
Harry reached for his coat but then stopped. You pretended not to notice, but wondered if he had meant to give you his jacket and stopped fearing you would reject it and be rude to him for offering.
Half an hour later you two were sitting in a corner of the intimate coffee shop, which, like Harry had mentioned, was open all night but sported no other customers there at the moment. You put your hands around your warm cup, enjoying the feeling. Now that you were inside a well-lit place you could see every detail of Harry’s face and it almost made you blush. How can he look so gorgeous?
“So… like I said, I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
“Why? Because you saved my life last week? Yeah, I just hate chivalrous lads.” you sarcastically said, before taking a sip of your latte. “Harry… if I had known about you from the beginning-“
“I know. You would have tried to kill me. Don’t worry, I don’t feel offended, it’s only natural. I’m a monster and you’re a hunter, so…”
“Don’t say that!” you exclaimed, glaring at him. You didn’t want to hear him speak like that about himself. He wasn’t evil, he wouldn’t harm a fly and you knew it.
Harry smiled sadly, lowering his gaze on his cup. Maybe he couldn’t appreciate the taste that much anymore, but he sure seemed to love coffee. He’d drunk almost all of it at once.
You fell silent as well. You wanted to talk, but you were scared. Harry would try to push away, you knew he would. And, as much as you knew it was the right thing on both your parts, you simply didn’t want him to.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You looked up. Had he really said that? You silently questioned him with your uncertain gaze.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s… out of line. I just can’t stop myself from thinking that. I’ve met quite a few vampire hunters, but nobody was half as beautiful as you.” Harry’s deep, masculine voice was firm and you could tell he wasn’t making fun of you or lying. He truly thought that. You blushed. “Well, thanks. You’re quite the gentleman, can’t say I’ve met lots like you, not even the ones who’re alive.” you tried to joke, but felt bad for reminding him he wasn’t a living human being anymore.
But Harry just laughed. A throaty, genuine laugh that reached his eyes. “Boys these days are no gentlemen, that’s for sure. Back in my day…” he stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind. Look, (Y/N)…”
“I know what you want to say, don’t.” you bit your lip. “I still haven’t properly thanked you for helping me. I was in a tight spot there…”
You thought about the week before, when four vampires had tried ganging up on you. Normally you were a great fighter, there was a reason you were the chosen one, but that night you’d been totally unprepared. You’d carelessly gone out to hunt despite your fever, thinking you were fine, but fighting had been harder than usual, much harder, and you hadn’t been able to fend off all those vampires on your own.
Harry had rescued you, even helped you kill them. If it hadn’t been for him… You hadn’t recognised him for what he really was, at first. You’d met him again and again the following nights, he’d only told you that although he was no hunter he knew about the existence of vampires and wanted to get rid of them just as much as you. But the last night you’d met him one vampire that managed to escape the two of you had given him away, yelling at him that he would have his head for helping you despite being a vampire himself.
You’d been shocked, to say the least. Harry had run away and you hadn’t seen him anymore for the past week. You’d felt so cheated, but had eventually came to understand. Your mentors, the ones who taught you and helped you, had mentioned about a “good kind” of vampires before, but they said there were hardly any of them left, since they descended from an ancient race that had mostly disappeared. You didn’t think you’d meet one of them in London, but you had. Harry was definitely one of them.
You hadn’t told your mentors. You meant no harm to Harry. Maybe you were being irresponsible, but you felt like you could trust him.
“Harry, why did you show up tonight?” you suddenly asked. You’d been looking for him for a week, every night, but you’d never found him in the usual spots you hung out in.
“Maybe I wanted to see you.”
You felt happy at this revelation. You knew you shouldn’t. “I wanted to see you too…” you admitted, holding your cup as strong as you could, almost as if you were trying to shatter it. “I’ve done some research. You descend from the Fair race, don’t you?”
Harry seemed taken aback, but smiled. “I do. You know about me?”
“Only a bit… I know you’re not dangerous. I know you’re not like the rest.” you stated, observing his right arm. He’d taken off his coat and you could see the tattoos on his skin. He had so many of them.
“You’re wrong. I can be lethal.”
You smiled, the first real smile you’d shown him that night. “You can be, but you’re not unless threatened.”
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
Harry looked worried. Maybe he was afraid you had bad news.
“I… wanted to thank you for saving my life the first time we met. And then… since I found out about your secret and you disappeared… I just really wanted to see you again.” you paused. “I don’t want you gone.” you added in a whisper, staring into Harry’s beautiful eyes.
You knew things were going to get messy between you two, but you didn’t care.
I posted this story before on a different account which I deleted (years ago!), but I came across it on my laptop and thought I would repost it because I felt nostalgic and I actually quite like it.
Let me know what you think! I’ve got the next chapters already written so I will update quickly!
This Ain’t Red Wine by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28
It’s not until he gets a whiff of the contents of his glass that Louis realizes his grave mistake.
That’s not red wine.
It’s blood.
It’s probably not the most rational, but his first thought is what people are going to think when they discover his body. On the list of stupidest ways for a human to die, accidentally turning up to a Vampire party has to be pretty high up there.
(Or the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing).
- harry has a breeding kink (extra, one-shot, daddy!harry, dilf!harry)
- cockwarming harry ( extra, blurb, daddy!harry, dilf!harry)
- i don't have a hat (one-shot, karaoke!harry, lhh)
- harry cheated (blurb, reallife!harry)
- clear my schedule (one-shot, CEO!harry, meanDom!harry, lhh)
- you go see what all the fuss is about the candyshop owner (blurb, candyman!harry)
- watermelon sugar candy (blurb, candyman!harry)
- only good girls get hard candy (blurb, candyman!harry)
- oral fixation (blurb, candyman!harry)
- a wish come true (one-shot/ mini-series, penpal!harry, photographer!harry, lhh)
- record store romance (one-shot/ mini-series, recordstore!harry, lhh)
- one good reason (one-shot, daddy!harry, lhh)
- quarantining with a view (one-shot, quarantine!harry, lhh)
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The Vampire and the Hunter - Harry Styles AU (Part 2)
Part 1
You were quite grumpy. A week had gone by and, again, you hadn’t seen Harry, after that fateful night when the two of you went for coffee and chatted for a while. It was crystal clear to you that you were attracted to him, very much, but you weren’t sure if the same could be said for him. He’d told you that you were beautiful, but could he even feel attracted to a human girl?
You wanted to meet him, but of course you had no way to contact him except for patrolling the usual places you’d bumped into him before.
That night, as you walked through Regent’s Park, you were feeling extremely annoyed. Your best friend, one of the very few people who knew about you being a vampire hunter, had also noticed your bad mood but you hadn’t told her the reason. She would think you were nuts for getting involved with one of them. And she had also tried to convince you to go on a double date with her, her boyfriend and a friend of his.
No way you were going to. You wanted to see Harry, you wanted to speak to him again!
“Hey, pretty girl!”
You turned and scoffed. A guy with long fangs and almost white eyes was inching closer to you. “I’m in a bad mood and you happen to be in the way!” you shouted, engaging in a short fight with him, before finally killing him with a stake. He collapsed on the ground and started withering, slowly. You knew by dawn his body would be gone.
“Harry was right, you’re good.”
You froze and looked at the spot where the voice was coming from, ready to attack. A guy who looked in his early 20s came forward, smirking. He was taller than you but not as tall as Harry, he had short brown hair, blue eyes and a very slim face. Before you could make a move he came closer but still kept himself out of your reach and politely bowed. “My name’s Louis. Lay off, I won’t hurt you.” he assured you, still slightly grinning. You didn’t lower your guard. When he had smiled he had showed his fangs, he was a vampire, too.
“I don’t have time to play, Louis.” you retorted, trying to assess him. If he was a vampire and a friend of Harry’s, maybe he belonged to the Fair race as well? Or was he trying to trick you?
“I don’t want to play with you.” He kept walking in circles around you. You had the feeling he was studying you just as much as you were studying him. “I just wanted to meet you. I’ve heard about you for a while, but I didn’t know London’s new hunter was so young and pretty.”
You didn’t acknowledge his compliment.
“But I want to check how much you’re worth.” he added. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was standing behind you, ready to attack. You turned around just in time to block him and started throwing punch after punch, but he dodged every single one of them. He was fast, probably the fastest vampire you’d ever met so far, and he almost seemed able to read your mind. His piercing gaze was unsettling.
You got distracted and ended up flying on the ground after he’d hit you. Luckily you didn’t hit your head and immediately got up again, ready to fight with Louis. You really wanted to know what his relation to Harry was, but there was no time to talk and you were sure he would lie to you anyway.
Louis’ face had changed, turned into the one of a thirsty vampire. His long, sharp fangs were visible, his eyes were bloodshot red and his face contorted in a mask of anger but he didn’t scare you. You’d got used to vampires and you didn’t find them intimidating anymore.
You were able to get close enough to hit his head and he seemed to suffer the blow. He doubled over for a second and you got ready to finish him -
“STOP!”
Harry jumped between the two of you, raising his hand. “Y/N, don’t! Don’t kill him!”
You stared uncertainly at him, but lowered your arm. You didn’t know what was going on, but you knew Harry wouldn’t hurt you. Still, you didn’t lower your guard as you kept your eyes fixated on Louis. He seemed fine and was glaring at you.
Then, he laughed and patted Harry on the back.
You frowned. “What…”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to test your abilities.” Louis explained, smiling. “Like I said, I’ve heard about you and I wanted to see for myself if you were really that good of a hunter. I guess they were right, one should be careful around you.”
You still didn’t understand. Unlike Louis, Harry was serious when he finally spoke. “My fault, I shouldn’t have mentioned you to him. I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you alright? Did you get injured?”
“I am fine. So you are… friends?”
“I guess you could say that. Please, don’t worry about me. Like Harry here, I’m of the Fair race. You don’t need to get rid of me.” You could tell he was trying to win you over with his charming smile and vampire pheromones and he was definitely good looking, but you could never fall for that trick. Besides, Harry was so, so much more attractive. You looked at him for confirmation of Louis’ words and he nodded, still not smiling. “He’s not lying.” he muttered, looking quite displeased. You weren’t sure why.
“I know it’s hard but if you trust Harry you can trust me as well.”
“Why should I?” you replied, feeling annoyed. Harry was one thing, but this vampire here - it was a completely different matter.
Louis noticed your irritation and decided it was time to go. “I shall leave you two alone. See you around, darling.” he winked before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
It was hard to read Harry’s emotions, being a vampire and all that, but you guessed he wasn’t feeling at ease when he spoke. “I’m sorry about that. Are you really fine?” he asked, intently checking on you with his piercing gaze. You nodded. “Harry, you… talked about me? Why?” That was what interested you the most. Did Harry really care about you, to an extent?
“I… shouldn’t have.”
You waited. You wanted him to explain, but he didn’t seem willing. You were feeling frustrated, why was he acting like that? “Fine. I’ll just go home, I’m done patrolling tonight.” you replied, turning on your heel. Harry didn’t stop you and you headed home.
Twenty minutes later, you stopped walking and turned. Harry was following you, he tried ducking behind a garbage bin but you had already noticed him. “What do you want?” you spat, quite annoyed. He wasn’t willing to speak to you but he dared follow you around?!
Harry hesitated before reaching you. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.”
“I don’t want you to know where I live and I can take care of myself. Next time don’t tell your mates about me, unless you wish me harm.”
You weren’t angry, more like disappointed, but the words had automatically spilled out of your mouth. It was late, you were tired and you wanted to get home and curl up in bed. You didn’t understand Harry at all - men were already complicated enough, but vampires…
“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t tell Louis about you. He followed me once, when I met up with you… then he wanted to know who you were. I told him to leave you alone, but he never listens to me. He’s older, and…” he stopped talking, as if he wanted to add more but couldn’t, or didn’t want to.
In face of Harry’s revelation you felt a bit more sympathetic. Maybe you’d misjudged him. And you wondered what Harry meant for older. How much longer than him had Louis been around? How long had Harry been around exactly? You had no clue.
“I don’t need to see where you live. Just let me be with you for a little bit longer.”
God, that voice. The more you tried to convince yourself you and Harry weren’t meant to be, the more you longed for him. You felt such a strong attraction to him, it was hard to keep yourself from getting closer, from touching his face, from holding him tight-
“Okay.” you softly said. “Let’s walk for a little bit longer then.”
Harry nodded and smiled a bit. He seemed more relaxed as you strolled together down the street, which wasn’t empty yet but, to you, it felt like it was just you and Harry. “Can I ask you something? How old were you when you…”
Harry seemed to realise at once what you meant to ask him and cut you off. “I was 22.”
You wanted to ask more, but you didn’t. Instead, you told him your age. “I’m 19.”
He smiled and nodded. “I could tell.”
“What, can you read minds?” you joked. You knew vampires could feel people’s emotions quite well, but your mentors had never mentioned the existence of mind-reading vampires.
“No, but I can enter people’s dreams.”
Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right?”
He shook his head. “I’m serious. I can, but it doesn’t work with everyone. It depends on the strength of that person’s will. In your case, I suppose it would be hard to penetrate your mind. So, if you dream of me, remember it’s not my doing.” he joked.
“Why would I dream of you?” you teased him. Harry’s face fell when you said that, but he quickly composed himself. “You’re right. Well… you live nearby, don’t you? I guess I should go.”
He didn’t say goodbye but turned to leave, and right then you knew you didn’t want him to. You couldn’t stop yourself and moved, hugging him from behind, holding him tight. Harry smelled good, like vanilla, and contrary to your expectations he was warm, even warmer than you. You felt him tense as you held him and he didn’t move for what seemed like the longest time, then, finally, he turned around and hugged you. He was tall, your head could conveniently rest on his shoulder and you pressed yourself further against him, wanting to feel him, to inhale his scent.
When you finally looked up and let go Harry was smiling, the brightest smile you’d ever seen. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“I was never mad at you.”
“You are cold.” Harry enveloped you in another hug. “Can I hold you for a while?”
Y/N and Harry aren’t fooling anyone when it comes to their relationship but people underestimate how good they are at keeping secrets.
An elbow jabs into Y/N’s arm, shaking her from her trance. “You know every girl in here is giving you the evil eye?”
Y/n shrugs, “It’s cause I came with Harry. You’d be surprised at how vicious some girls can be.”
Fran laughs and takes a sip of her drink, “I am not surprised. You and Harry have something, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She tries to hide her smile by grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing by waiter.
“Well, for starters the reason every girl in here is murdering you with their eyes is because Harry’s are on yours and have been since you came here. To-geth-er.”
“Frannie, you’re delusional.” Y/N takes a sip of her drink and rolls her eyes.
Her nosy friend raises her eyebrows, “Am I?”
Y/N rolls her eyes once more but smiles at her before meeting Harry at the bar. “Rumor has it that you’ve got the eyes for me.”
“Rumor? I thought it was pretty obvious.” He pops open his mouth and shows off his fangs but Y/N covers his mouth and giggles.
“Don’t do that, can you imagine what people would say?” She can feel his lips threatening to curve into a smile under her palm.
A hand swoops around her and pulls her closer to him, “You like the risk.”
“I like you,” Harry smirks and pinches her waist.
He hands her a drink and sighs, “Ya know, we’re gonna have to start telling people.”
Her eyes widen out of fear, “what?”
He smiles brightly; fanglessly, “About us, not me.”
When Harry squeezes her hip, she notices a very disgruntled looking young woman, “You’ve got so many girls willing to fall at your feet, don’t you?” Her lips brush his ear and she can hear him breathing. “So many girls that let you do whatever you want. Isn’t that right?” His mouth opens slightly but no words form. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Styles?” He nods and her hand slides down his chest briefly when pushing herself off him. She kisses his cheek before walking away, “Such a pretty boy.” Harry becomes so hard that it almost hurts against the material of his tight jeans. He watches her return to her friend, her scent still lingering in his nose. He regrets agreeing to the arrangement to leave separately. The things he’d be able to do to her on the way home run through his mind and he regretfully leaves the party to make his way to his car.
Harry removes his belt hoping it would give him some relief but he knows what he needs. A hand his already down his pants as he walks through the door. He squeezes himself all the way up the stairs and to his bedroom, he knows that she’ll be here soon but he can’t resist. Harry undresses lazily before plopping into a chair. He uses both hands to pleasure himself, to relieve the soreness “Fuck.” One hand slowly strokes while the other rubs the head at the same pace.
He imagines Y/N telling him how good it feels, how much she loves it. “You look sweet enough to eat.” He smiles, almost laughs at the irony. “Are you gonna do it?” Harry moans while his imagination runs wild. “Are you gonna bite me?”
“Ohhh.” His hips rise off the chair when he thinks about finally biting into her. The thought of her feeding him, the privilege of making that beautiful creature come. He smiles but furrows his brows due to his phone ringing. Out of breath and a bit disoriented, he answers, “H-hello?”
“You alright?” It’s Y/N, he twitches in his hand and slowly pulls upward, inhaling loudly.
He clears his throat, “Yeah. M'fine. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, there’s nothing wrong. The bar said you left a scarf but didn’t know how to contact you so they gave it to me.” He’s silent, focused on her voice and his pumping hands. “Harry, what are you doing?”
Shit. “I’m- I’m not doing anything. Just watching tv, having a cuppa.”
“Having some ‘Me’ time, then?” Her tone has changed and Harry becomes paranoid. “Must’ve left you quite flustered.” How does she know? Did she know he was gonna do this? “I can hear your watch jingle. Very naughty to answer the phone when you’re playing with yourself.”
He scoffs, “M'not playing with myself!”
“Oh, no? You’re not tugging at your pathetically hard cock for me?” He doesn’t answer. “Aw, baby. You don’t wanna play? You’re no fun.”
“No, I wanna play. Wanna play.” She loves when he whines.
Y/N loves the image of Harry so needy that he has to take care of himself, “What ya thinking about?”
“You, um, I bit you.” His voice seems deeper, desperate.
"Oh.” The thought got her wet and he knew it. He could almost feel it and whimpers just thinking about it.
“Fuck, your pussy must be just like heaven.” It’s almost like he’s talking to her face to face like the phone isn’t pressed to his ear. “Bet it tastes just like a little treat. Sweet and just for me. Yeah. Yeah, pretty little pussy, pretty little clit just waiting to be sucked on, praised just like it should be.” His mouth waters and her thighs press together. He just changed the game. This was beyond teasing, it was torture. He’s left her in the backseat of his expensive car that he always has on call for her an absolute puddle and she needs to get there soon. “Say something. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to eat you. Let me do it, please.”
Her breathing has picked up and she’s pulsating at his words. “You talk like that some more and you know that I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Mmm, anything?” His raspy tone is almost too much for her to handle. He could always get her with that voice.
“Anything.” They spend minutes listening to each other breathe through the phone. They seemed intoxicated off each other, completely bewildered by arousal. “I just pulled into the driveway.” Harry bounds down the steps and waits for her to enter the foyer. He has no care that he’s already naked. He has no care that his fangs are out. He has no care that he’s about to rip that lovely dress she wore tonight right off her body.
Y/N hurries inside and spots him in all his glory. Tattoos, messy hair, pouty lips made more prominent by his sharp teeth. “You’re overdressed.” She saunters over to him, kicking off her heels and throwing her bag to the floor. She greets him with a kiss to his chest and he growls, “Do you like this dress?”
“Why?” He looks her dead in the eyes as he rips the fabric from the zipper in the back. “Oh.”
“Step out of it.” She pulls down the straps and lets the dress fall to the floor. “Come on.” Within seconds, he has her up the stairs and her back to the bed. She’ll never get used to that, that weird hyper speed vampire thing. “Lift up.” His fingers hook into her underwear and pull them downwards, almost groaning when he sees how wet she is. Harry wastes no time in licking her, kissing her, and sucking on her. Each time he goes down on Y/N it becomes more difficult to resist biting into her. Her femoral artery just pounding away right next to his ear, just taunting him. The thought of her warm blood flowing into his mouth while she comes for him causes him to grunt and push two fingers into her.
Her hand flies to his shoulder, “Oh, my god.” He sucks on her clit with no mercy and curls his long fingers. Her moans and yelps make it even harder to restrain himself but her legs widen and her hand moves to the back of his head, “You can do it.”
“What?” Harry doesn’t quite catch on at first, he continues to kiss and lick her, and grin that she’s too busy raising her hips to answer at first.
“Bite me.” His head jolts up but his fingers stay. He never expected her to blurt it out like that.
He studies Y/N’s face for any uncertainty but can’t find it, “Do you want me to?”
“Is it gonna hurt?” Harry can feel the blood rapidly course through her veins. Her heart is running away from her.
He furrows his brow kisses her thigh, “No, baby.” He can feel the blood pumping beneath her skin, warm and fast paced. He licks a long stripe upwards and curls his fingers, delighted by the throbbing around them. “I’ll take good care of you.” She nods and gasps when his teeth extend. He places his free hand on the other side of her thigh and sinks his teeth in. To her surprise, she only feels him sucking and licking.
The combination of him feeding and his fingers has her so close that she feels like she could scream. A part of her is terrified to lift her head as see him in action but a bigger part of her wants to watch. She pulls herself up to rest on her elbows and she makes the most impure sound that’s hit Harry’s ears. His eyes find hers but he doesn’t stop drinking from her. His thumb joins in pleasuring her along with his fingers. The moment his thumb encounters her clit her body flops back to the sheets, completely taken over by sensation. She begins to cry out his name and he finally removes his teeth from her flesh.
“No, no, no, Not yet. Don’t come.” He removes his hand from her and crawls up her body, “Told ya it wouldn’t hurt but I think you liked it more than I thought you would.” Her eyes are closed but she smiles and he can’t help but kiss her. “I’m sorry if I taste bad, love.” He wipes the blood from her mouth and cleans his face with the sheet. His lips touch her temple and his hand moves between them, adjusting himself so that he can slide into her.
Y/N throws her head back and lazily laughs, “You feel so good.” She’s sensitive and feels something akin to being high, “Wha-What do I taste like?”
“Baby, you taste like fire and flowers all at once.” He’ll never be able to get that taste out of his mouth, she tasted better than anything he could ever imagine. “The closer I got you to coming for me, the better you tasted.” He thrusts become harder and harder and Y/N gets louder and louder. “Fuck, you loved it, didn’t you?” He flips her on her stomach and gets his hand underneath her body. He rubs her rapidly while he pounds into her. “Hmm? You like belongin’ to me?” He can feel her clench and he licks his blood-stained lips.
Her hands grab hold of the headboard and she doesn’t know if she wants to press herself into his hand or his dick. “I’m gonna come, Harry.” He feels her body tense and grabs her hips to move even faster. His mind goes back to how good she tasted and how sweet her noises are. “Fuck.”
“Doing so well, Sweetheart.” He rubs her back as he moves into her over and over again, “Being a good girl, yeah?” He exhales as his teeth extend once more. He’s close and he wants to drag it out but his body won’t let him. He feels it bubble up and catch fire in his lower stomach. He comes with a grunt and grips her hips tightly, “If I wasn’t already dead, I think I might have died.” He bends down and kisses her shoulder, “Flip over for me, I’ll get something to clean you up.” He continues to kiss down her back and playfully nibbles her bum before sliding off the bed, causing her to jump.
Harry returns with a warm wash cloth and pokes at her back, singling her to flip. “Thank you.” He cleans her stained skin delicately and presses the smallest of kisses on her knee. “Why’d you pick my thigh?”
He rests his chin on her knee and gives her his signature smirk, “I got to see how wet you got when I bit into you.” He runs a finger up her slit and laughs when her legs quiver, “Oh, not finished tonight, are we?” She shakes her head and places his palm over her center, making his teeth make yet another appearance, “Naughty, naughty.”
