#and i have TRIED my god it's so hard to find hyper specific cravings in gluten free

[monogramsalarm]

i miss cookies and cream ice cream 😔

[fromyourstrulyh]

The Sweetest Fruit

A/N: Hello! This is my very, VERY late submission for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge! This is long overdue but I have finally gotten around to writing this! A couple of disclaimers though before you begin reading: 1) this fic contains the teeniest bit smut and with that said, 2) this is my first time writing smut ever, so please be gentle with me. As always, a massive thank you to Anne (@oh-honey-styles), Kate (@andwhenshesays) and Anna (@for-fucks-sake-h) for hosting the fic challenge! I would also like to thank Kate, Anne, El (@real-work-of-art) and Morgan (@soullikestyles) for reading through and giving me the boost of confidence I need to post this fic! 🙈 Finally, please go support the other amazing writers who also participated in the challenge here!

Summary: In which Harry is craving for the sweetest fruit for breakfast.

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Harry loves his fruit. Anything from apples to mangoes to watermelon, he loves them all.

Maybe it’s the different flavor profiles he gets from the variety of fruits — tangy, sweet, tart — when he first bites into it. Maybe it’s that fruits are readily available to him and he can have them any time of the day whether it’s for breakfast, a midday snack or his dessert. Maybe it‘s that some of his favorite fruits also happen to be some of the juiciest.

Which reminds him of how you taste on his tongue.

When he savors a fruit, his mind is flooded with memories of him between your thighs on nights (and days) when he feels the urge to feast on you like you’re his last meal. He’s relentless and he does not stop until his hunger is satisfied. He just can’t help himself when you look ravishing.

So when you enter the kitchen moments after waking up, looking as enticing as ever, Harry became turned on just at the sight of you — to say the least.

He thinks it’s because of the way your hair is still messy, the sex hair still evident from the night before. He admires the way you don’t show any effort in trying to hide the marks he made on you. He thinks it’s because of the satin nightgown you have on. Despite you being absolutely filthy for him the previous night, begging and unashamedly screaming for him to go faster and harder, he also loves that you still like to be a little modest. The thought of hearing the sounds you make for only him again makes his cock swell up.

Before Harry can even stop himself, he walks up to you from behind while you’re busy making coffee. He wraps his arms around your torso bringing you to him so that your back is flush to his front. He places a faint kiss to your temple.

“G���morning, love. How’d you sleep?” He asks.

The question is so simple, so innocent. Yet the tone of his voice is raspy which says otherwise. It makes your body tense. You know that’s how he sounds in early mornings shortly after he wakes. It’s also how he sounds when he just needs you and right now, you know what he wants when you become hyper aware of his erection poking the back of your thigh.

“Hm, slept well, H. You?” You tried to play it cool but Harry knows you like the back of his hand.

He chuckles. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. But I had to get up early to get something for breakfast.”

You hum. “Yeah? Is there anything you’re craving? I can prepare it for you.”

“Yeah, actually. Was havin’ some fruit earlier but I want something sweeter. Got any ideas as to what I can have?” You feel his hand trail down your stomach and goosebumps rise on your skin. You shiver at the suggestive tone of his voice and the feeling of his hand getting closer and closer to where you need him. You exhale shakily, trying to maintain your composure, but you feel it slowly diminishing.

You turn around in his arms so that you’re facing him, abandoning the unmade coffee. Your hips grind against his, letting him know exactly what you want.

“No clue.” You reply innocently, looking up at his face through your lashes. His eyes that were once a bright green have darkened tremendously. Harry growls and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. You feel his hands everywhere — on your hips, your thighs, with the occasional squeeze on your behind — and it makes you moan in his mouth.

“Fuck, love, need t’taste ya. Please.” He begs at the same time walking you to the counter. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist before sitting down on the cool surface.

When you’re sat comfortably on the counter, he brings his hand to the apex of your thighs. You squeal, not expecting the suddenness, but it soon turns into a moan when Harry feels his fingers being soaked with your juices. You feel your skin heat up at his touch.

The contact from his fingers is gone as quickly as it came and you watch as he brings his drenched fingers in front of his face, admiring how it glistens in the sunlight peeking through the kitchen window. Harry brings them to his lips and he hums at your familiar taste. Your mouth is parted, chest heaving, one of the straps to your nightgown is hanging from your shoulder, exposing your right breast, and Harry has never seen anything more beautiful.

You whine. “Harry, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.” You command.

“Gotta be more specific than that, love. Use your words.”

You groan internally. He knows you absolutely hate it when he’s being a tease especially when you’ve gotten so needy. The last of your patience left of your body and you spread your legs wider for him.

“Fine, then. Eat me out, Harry. Put your tongue to good use.” He doesn’t say anything. He simply smirks before kneeling down so that he’s eye level to the most intimate part of your body. You watch him nip your inner thighs until red marks appear on your skin, to remind you (and him) of the pleasure he gives you, slowly getting closer and closer to where you need him most...

“Can smell ya from here, love. All this for me?” The vibrations from his voice sends a shiver up your spine and you don’t know how much of his teasing you can take.

“H, I swear if you don’t stop teasing me, I—” The rest of your thought gets cut off and is replaced with a loud moan when he finally licks a broad stripe from your leaking hole to your swollen clit. He flicks and nibbles on the bundle of nerves, knowing it only riles you up more.

“Mm, so bossy, didn’t know my girl wants it so dirty. Just remember I’m in control here, yeah?” He flicks your clit once more which earns him another moan.

“Oh my god, yes, you’re in control. Just keep going, please.”

At that, he keeps going and doesn’t stop, as if he had any plan to. The feeling of his tongue and cool breath on your contrastingly warm skin is only adding fuel to the fire. The air smells of sweat and sex. Your mouth feels dry from it being agape. You glance down to the man between your legs to find him looking back at you. He looks at you in the eye as he nibbles on the bundle of nerves that have gotten so sensitive from his work that the slightest touch is enough to make you beg for more.

Your mouth is open in shock, head thrown back. Your mind is in a state of pure bliss, almost as if it was transported to a paradise with nothing but pleasure. You’re brought back to reality when you feel his thumb rubbing slow and languid circles on your clit. You love how attentive he is and it only makes your grind your hips against his mouth.

“Harry, fuck, I’m so, so close. Please don’t stop.”

He hums at your request, sending vibrations throughout your body. Your skin feels clammy against the counter but you could care less when the man in between your legs is feasting on you like there’s no tomorrow.

You raise your hips again to bunch the hem of your soaked nightgown around your waist. As soon as you sit back down, your hands find their way to Harry’s head. With his curls between your fingertips and your nails lightly scratching his scalp, you lightly tug on his hair which earns you a groan. In response, you widen your legs to give him more access.

“Harder,” he rasps.

When you pull on his hair a little harder than the first time, you feel the smirk on your skin. Just before you make a remark, however, his thumb on your clit speeds up.

“So wet for me. So fuckin’ sweet, sweeter than any fruit. C’mon, know yeh wanna cum for me. Cum for me baby. On my count, got it?” He asks in a whisper.

Your mind has lost all words and you could only nod to tell him that you want — more like need — a release. Your senses are in overdrive and if this means Harry gets to have you like this, with your legs spread and his tongue buried deep in between, so be it. You’re at his absolute mercy, wrapped around his finger. He is in control of you and your pleasure and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“3...” He starts.

He continued his assault on your folds. He flicked, licked, nibbled, gently bit on your oh-so-sensitive clit.

I guess he really was hungry, you thought.

“2...”

You arch your back, buck your hips to his mouth. You tightly grip onto his hair, pulling on it towards your cunt, but also push him away because you can’t take anymore. But Harry doesn’t let his job go unfinished. He can almost just feel you’re almost there, close to your release.

“1...”

And you cum. Hard. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you can see specks of white in your vision. Your body has a mind of its own, shuddering and your legs quake while Harry laps up every single drop of your juices. The only sounds that can be heard in the room is just you shouting curses and Harry’s name over and over again.

After what feels like an eternity, you feel like you finally recovered from what might’ve been one of the best orgasms you’ve received. You feel a loss of contact from Harry’s mouth and fingers.

You watch with hooded eyes as Harry stands, his face hovering over yours. He looks so beautiful with his chin glistening with the sunlight casted upon him. He brings his drenched fingers to his mouth and your mouth parts as you watch him taste you on his fingers. He hums in satisfaction.

He gives you a sly smirk. “Want some?”

You nod. He leans in to kiss you and your taste is evident on his tongue. You moan when you also taste a hint of the sweetness from the fruit he had earlier. It helps since your mouth was so dry from it being open for so long.

His kisses trail down your neck, his lips pecking the area around your sweet spot. You jump when you feel his teeth nip the area he knows make your knees weak. You lean your head back to give him better access. He nips and bites down on the skin until he knows a mark forms and soothes the pain with his tongue. He continues his torture down to your collarbone while he gently rubs your nipple, that’s poking through the your nightgown, with his thumb. He pulls the other strap down your shoulder and arm and pulls the top of your gown down to your stomach until both breasts are exposed to the slight breeze in the room, making you shiver. You can almost feel the smirk against your skin and before you have the chance to say anything, you feel his tongue flick your right nipple and nip on the skin around it before doing the same on your other breast.

For the first time since he went down on you, you speak up. “S-So good,” you stutter.

At that, Harry’s lips quirk up.

“Yeah? Come to think of it, I’m craving for some breakfast in bed. Think I just found the sweetest fruit.”