prompt: Art College Harry!! Harry helps you on an art project and begins to flirt with you in order to get a rise out of you. One thing leads to another and he can’t help but get sucked into your sweet innocent charm.
warnings: fluff, art harry, makeouts, frisky, cussing
It was a Friday night, and your friends decided to drag you to a party at one of the frat houses. It was a party for the start of your junior year of college. They put you in a tight skirt and crop top, which was way too revealing for you. You were a very shy and quiet person and rarely went to things like this ever. You walked into the party, music blasting, and you headed straight for the kitchen to get a drink.
You sip slowly on your drink, eyes scanning across the room. Until a cold drink splashes down your back, a gasp leaving your lips. You whip around to see a handsome brunette, his attractiveness almost making you more frustrated. The mystery guy mumbles, “Woah sorry love,” he places his hand on your hip. You push him off, “don’t touch me jackass”. You stomped out of the house and called an Uber. Once you got home you took off your soaked dress and hung it up in the shower. You instantly fell asleep on your bed and dreamt of his stupid eyes.
It was quickly Saturday and you were still exhausted from the night before. You had to get ready for work so you put on vans, leggings, and a sweater. You work in a record shop that’s near campus so you didn’t really have to dress up. You got to work and parked your car behind the store. You came in and started working on the D artist collections of records until you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Excuse me do you know where I can find the Fleetwood Mac rumors record,” you turn around to see that guy from the party that spilt a drink you.
You mentally groaned, “it’s over there,” you pointed to the box two rows from you. He grabs the record, “Wait aren’t you the girl I spilt drinks on at the party?”. You sigh and grab a box of cds and walk away. “Hey hey,” he grabs your arm and pulls you back, “I’m sorry about the party I was drunk and it was an accident.” You sigh, “it’s fine”. You walk behind the counter and pull up his record.
You tell him the cost and he gives you money, after a second you hand him the receipt. “I’ll see ya later...” he looks at your name tag, “Y/n”. You roll your eyes as he winks and walks out, but also can’t help but blush. It was finally Monday and you had your first class today which was art in room 132. You walked into the class and sat in the back, hoping to be isolated from people. Your teacher got up and started to introduce himself until the door swung open. Your eyes widened as you realized it was the same guy from the party.
His eyes scan the class and he smirks when he sees you. He walks straight towards you and takes a seat next to you. Your teacher starts to speak, “Hello students, today your first assignment is to get a partner and draw, paint, whatever of him or her”. You sigh, you never got picked by people for these things since you’ve always been shy. The guy from the party raises his hand and gets the proffesers attention, “Yes Harry?”. Even his name was hot, “Will this be a in class assignment?” harry asks. “No it will be outside of school,” Harry nods and shifts in his seat.
You listen to the teacher talk about oil pastels until you feel a squeeze on your thigh. You squeak and look over to see Harry looking at you. Your cheeks blush from embarrassment at the noise you just made. “Do you wanna be partners?” Harry asks. You blush, “Uhh sure,” he smirks and turns back to the proffeser. You and your other classmates get up to go get pastels until you feel a tug on your arm. You turn around to see Harry, “Wanna maybe start after class? We can go to my place and i was thinking of sketching you” you agree silently.
“I’ll paint you,” you shrug. He grins, “It’s a date,” you quickly reply, “it’s not a date” and walk down the stairs. Harrys smirk never leaves his face and his eyes never leaves your ass. Class was finally over and you followed Harry out of the classroom to his car. You open the door and get in, placing your bag on the ground. He starts the car and radio and pulls out of the parking lot.
The drive is silent and your leg stayed slightly bouncing. You had finally pulled up to a brick apartment, and Harry gets out of the car. You open the door and follow right after him. He unlocks the door and you walk in behind him. “You can leave your stuff right there,” he points to the kitchen counter. You mumble a thank you and place your bag down. “So I have my drawing supplies and paints here now so you can pick whatever,” he opens a case and shows you his paints.
You grab the things you need and walk over to a set up canvas in his art room. You turn to him, “Can I paint you first?”. He nods and sits down on a seat infront of you. He sits silently as you start to sketch the beginnings of the painting. You walk over to him and he stares at you making you blush. “U-Um is it okay if I move your face around a little?” you ask sweetly. “Yes love,” he smirks as your grab his chin and tilt his face. He stares at you at you move around his hand on his lap, getting the right pose. You look up in your crouched position and make eye contact with him.
Your noses were almost touching and you couldn’t help but blush at the eye contact. You quickly stuttered a sorry and stood up. You walk back to your paints and start to draw his body and start painting. Your tongue sticks out a little as your brush paints over the canvas. You can feel his eyes staring at you but you don’t say anything. About an hour later he sat on his phone as you kept painting silently. You had finally finished and wiped your forehead.
You hear a snort from him and you look up, “What?”. He giggles again, “Harryyy what?” you ask again. He walks over and places his hand on your cheek. “You have paint right...” he wipes next to your lips, “there love”. You blush and see his eyes staring at your lips. You nervously lick over them which gets something out of him, “fuck”. He quickly presses his lips to yours and pulls your face closer. You squeal into the kiss and push back, hard. He licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth for his tongue.
He warm tongue slides into your mouth and you moan at the feeling. Your hands in his hair whilst one of his is on your cheek and the other on your waist. You finally detach from the hot kiss and your foreheads are pushed together. “Did I tell you you’re beautiful yet,” he blurts out. Your cheeks redden and you shake your head. “Well you are love,” he leans down and presses another wet kiss on your lips, leaving you in a daze. You check the time, it was 10, “Oh shit H I have to go,” you grab your things and Harry blushes at the nickname. You open the door and stop for a second. You turn back and run up to him and kiss his cheek. “See you tomorrow,” and you run out the front door.
It was Tuesday and you had another art class today. You showed up on time to see Harry in his seat. You smile and walk up and scoot past him and take a seat. “Hi love,” you smile, “Hi Harry”. He grins, “so do you want to come over again today so I can do my sketch?” Harry asks hopingly. You nod making him sigh in relief. His hand layed lonely on his thigh, and yet so did yours. Your hands slowly slid together and intertwined. Your cheeks were tinted and you couldn’t help but bite your lip to hold back your smile. You couldn’t help but realize he wasn’t being like the douche Harry he was when you first met him. Little did you know you were making him soft.
Class was over and it was the same routine. You hopped into his car, hands being held again, and drove to his place. You ran through the door once it was open and jumped onto the couch in his studio, giggling at the soft impact. He walks over and grins at the sight of you. You giggle and look up at him, your breathing finally slowing down. He walks over and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. You hum into the kiss, and pull him closer by his hair. He slowly moved on top of you, resting between your legs.
The kisses increased and your legs wrapped around his waist squeezed for friction. He stopped the kiss and quickly grabbed his sketch book. “Do not move,” he demands. You giggle at him and lay still. You stare at him lovingly as he draws you. You couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. A few minutes go by, “okay I’m done” Harry announces. You smile as he walks over to you. He smirks, “You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind”. You giggle as he lays on you again, but you quickly flip him over so you’re on top.
You straddle his waist and place your hands on his chest. You can’t help but stare down at him, his beauty was captivating. “Keep biting your lip like that, I dare you,” you hadn’t even realized you were biting your lip. So you just giggled and hid your face in his neck, his hands placed firmly on your butt. You grab his hand and intertwine them, “I love watching you draw, I just love your hands,” you admit. “Well maybe I should put them to good use”.
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