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The Night Moves | Part One

The Night Moves Masterlist

Alternate Universe

supernatural!Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader; supernatural!Jacob Seresin x Female Reader

Summary: An internship with the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History should have been the highlight of your academic career. The perfect addition to your resume while you worked on your doctoral thesis. An interdepartmental assignment, however, sees your reality ripped apart by incomprehensible forces. Five tumultuous days will leave you forever changed and inextricably linked to two men born centuries apart.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Violence, Blood, Gore, Supernatural Themes, Historical Inaccuracies, Institutional Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ Only

Author's Note: Typically I provide sanitized versions of my more violent scenes however they are rather crucial to this entire series so please heed my warnings and do not engage with this series if you are not interested in reading blood and gore. Thank you for your understanding!

Word Count: 4053

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-Tuesday-

The sound of fallen leaves skittering across the pavement behind you would have brought a smile to your face if the card reader at the staff entrance of the National Museum of Natural History would only function properly. You had tried sliding your personnel card marked ‘intern’ through it quickly, slowly, repeatedly, and every attempt ended in two buzzes and a red-light signaling failure.

You were expected in the lab in five minutes and at this rate you were going to be late – not the impression you were hoping to make on your first inter-facility project. You took a step back and inhaled deeply, turning your head to your right to appreciate the brilliant orange leaves tipped in red barely clinging to the trees on the boulevard. The days had been unseasonably warm lately, though the arrival of a crisp north wind was heralding a change. Grounded and refreshed you approached the card reader once more and pulled your keycard forward, the lanyard around your neck taut, trying a slow, smooth slide through the slot. The resulting chirp and green light had you sighing in relief.

“Finally…” You uttered and wrenched the door open, hurrying down the stairs and through the corridor to the room number that had been provided via email. Stopping just outside, you took a moment to fill your lungs with air and smooth your lab coat before stepping inside calmly.

While you had reviewed the parameters of the assignment numerous times, nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting in that room. A catastrophic fire in a Virginia church two weeks ago had unearthed a lead-lined sarcophagus, which initial investigations had determined dated from the War of Independence. It had been delivered to the department of forensic anthropology for examination on Thursday of last week and as the initial scans of the vessel revealed there were artifacts contained within, the project had expanded to involve the National Museum of American History as well.

While your position as an intern had not garnered you an invitation to the opening of the sarcophagus, you had been fortunate enough to be assigned with the initial cataloguing of the items found within. Nonetheless you were still taken aback by the sight of a mummified corpse laid out on a wheeled exam table with the rest of the artifacts set out on other tables beside. The most striking thing of all, however, was the utter lack of damage to the artifacts one would expect from them being locked in a box with a decaying body for two-and-a-half centuries. From your vantage point they appeared aged and worn, to be sure, but otherwise very much intact.

A chill rolled through your body as you stepped further into the sterile room, and you heard a poorly smothered laugh. Turning quickly toward the sound, you spotted two forensic anthropology interns, Brett and Raj, whom you recognized from the Smithsonian-wide orientation meetings in the spring.

“It’s freezing in here to keep the smell down.” Brett, a strawberry-blond with a smattering of freckles across his nose, explained with a hint of apology in his voice. “We don’t often get remains like this…”

“With so much meat on them, he means.” Raj, with his black hair falling carelessly into his eyes, clarified.

“Ah.” You replied simply, not entirely certain how to reply to a statement like that.

“There is clothing on the remains to be catalogued but we have a few more scans to run, would you mind starting with the other items while we finish up?” Brett continued, despite the callous nature of his colleague’s words.

“Not at all, the majority of it seems to be on the tables anyway.” You nodded, gesturing to the objects that had been unpacked by people high above your pay grade.

You stepped aside as they rolled the table past you and through the doorway, murmuring their thanks as they pulled a sheet over the body respectfully. Brett’s sneakers squeaked slightly on the tile floor, the sound fading as they grew further away.

Accustomed to working with their belongings rather than the long-dead directly, you immediately found it easier to breathe as soon as you found yourself alone. You grabbed an unoccupied chair from the corner of the room, reaching down to pull the lever beneath to seat and raise it to its highest setting. Retrieving your laptop from your bag, which you left hanging on one of the racks of hooks in the corner, you set it on your makeshift workstation. You walked along the row of tables filled with items awaiting cataloguing to the furthest from the door planning on working your way back to the gap the remains would eventually return to.

Sliding on a pair of gloves from a box on the counter that ran the rear perimeter of the room, you carefully picked up a pocketknife from the exam table, turning it in your fingers slowly to search for any unique characteristics. The initials ‘J.S.’ were carved into the wooden inlay on the underside, which you quickly added under the item’s notes on your laptop.

Retrieving the digital camera from the deep pocket of your lab coat, you took several photos of the knife before repeating the process with a pile of British notes and coins, a clay pipe, a pouch of tobacco, and a small black ledger with pages of accounts that would need further study, before coming to stand in front of a British regular’s uniform jacket. A private’s rank from what you could tell at first glance. Looking back toward the door, you furrowed your brows in confusion having sworn that the corpse was wearing a South Carolinian infantryman’s jacket.

“Odd…” You murmured in puzzlement, turning back to the task at hand.

You were nearly through with the loose items on the tables when the rattling of caster wheels from the hall announced the return of Raj and Brett with their charge. They replaced the exam table to its original spot in the room, locking the wheels with a series of clacks before folding the sheet back to lay at the corpse’s feet.

“You’ve got it from here?” Raj asked halfway out the door, not waiting for an answer before he was gone.

Brett scoffed, shaking his head as he signed off for the both of them on a clipboard, setting it down on the counter beside the body before looking to you. “Don’t forget to fill out your portion of the paperwork. We’ll lock up when you’re finished.”

“Will do, thank you.” You nodded before taking a fortifying breath, reluctantly moving over to the exam table.

Your eyes immediately fell upon the blue coat with red lapels, confirming your initial glimpse. Dressed in the uniform of the South Carolina Continental Army, with the ivory breeches and tall black boots to match, the presence of the red coat in his rucksack was all the more mystifying. But the shape occupying the artifacts, though desiccated, was still undeniably human – a fact that was deeply unsettlingly.

Embarrassingly, your hands took on a slight tremble above your keyboard and despite all wisdom to the contrary you found your eyes drifting towards the deceased soldier’s face. Logic told you the twisted expression resembling pain was from the contraction of muscles as they lost their moisture, but it nonetheless evoked a sense of deep suffering. Yet despite the years spent in that metal box, silken strands of golden hair still framed his face, the longer pieces pulled back into a tight plait at the nape of his neck, barely visible from your current angle.

The only sound in the room came from the faint hum of the fluorescent lights and light-headedness washed over you as you realized you were holding your breath. Wrenching your eyes from that tortured look, your gaze ricocheted about the room for something safer to focus on before landing on the dull, mud-splattered leather of his boots. You took a breath and slowly typed the color ‘black’ before exhaling slowly and describing the worn condition of their soles. Another inhale and exhale bracketed your estimation of the shoe size.

Employing similar tactics, you worked your way up the articles of clothing, one by one. Inhaling, exhaling, typing, photographing. Given that you were not authorized to touch the remains, you had to rely on the visible angles of the clothing, crouching and stretching, craning your neck and circling the table to take in as much detail as possible. It was yet to be determined if further investigation of the remains, including cleaning of the bones, was warranted and it was entirely possible these clothes would remain on the body for reburial, so you were diligent in your work.

Well, as diligent as the oppressive feeling of ill-ease that was cloying at your senses would allow. So grateful to be finished your work, were you, that you ripped off your gloves and were almost halfway out the door when you remembered Brett’s instruction to sign off on your portion of the paperwork. Swearing under your breath you clenched your fists and forced your feet to turn back toward the body and retrieve the clipboard from the counter beside it. You hastily flipped through the pages, willfully ignoring the seemingly anguished face to your left.

The careless speed which you employed in desperation to remove yourself from that room was not without consequence; the fine edge of the top sheet of paper catching the plush edge of the pad of your index finger. You hissed at the sting as blood welled up immediately, snapping your wrist in a self-chastising movement, unaware of the scatter of droplets you sent through the air before pulling the wound between your lips to stop the bleeding. Setting the clipboard down on the countertop with a clatter, you rapidly initialled through all the sections pertaining to you before noting the time of ‘7:05 pm’ and signed out.

The day had melted through your fingers, and it was now well past the normal time you went home. Your feet carried you back up the stairs, moving just as rapidly as you had hours before, this time driven by a desire to leave that room and its corpse behind. The air outside was anything but fresh, the humidity so close to one hundred percent that moisture hung in the form of mist, thunder rumbling ominously in the distance. Yet you had never been so grateful to be outside. You eased the pace of your aching leg muscles, making your way down the street towards your regular building to hang up your lab coat, collect your things, and head home for the evening.

The tension in your shoulders eased with each step, the heaviness in your chest feeling lighter as the staff door to your usual place of work was in sight. You were nearly there when a hand fell heavily upon your shoulder, making you yelp and whirl back defensively.

“Where the hell is my body?” Raj sneered at you petulantly, the question so preposterous that you blinked up at him not fully comprehending it for several seconds.

“What are you talking about?!” You finally found the wherewithal to answer. “Right there on the exam table where I left –”

“This sort of thing might pass as humor in your building, but it is most certainly not funny, come with me.” He interrupted coldly and thrust an authoritative arm forward in a commanding gesture, leaving you no choice but to turn back toward the basement you had just escaped from. You had been so close.

Retracing your steps, with Raj’s furious form at your back, you were filled with a sense of foreboding as your keycard once again acted up. With an infuriated huff he swiped his card aggressively from behind you. Even the door bowed before his rage and promptly unlocked. He flung it open, and you flinched out of the way reflexively before darting through the opening, not wanting to fan the flames of his ire any hotter. You flogged your brain, begging it to produce a reasonable explanation for the problem he was presenting you with but all it produced was the unhelpful buzzing of fear in response to Raj’s threatening presence behind you and the memory of that tortured soldier’s face in the basement.

Yet he had spoken the truth. When you stepped into the room, the exam table was empty, the sight making your stomach fall straight through the floor. All the other artifacts remained saved the most pivotal. You turned quickly to defend yourself.

“I swear to you, I signed out at 7:05 and got the hell out of here. I couldn’t bear to spend one more minute with that body…” Your palms grew damp as you spoke, trying to focus on any possible, rational, logical explanations. There were few.

His dark eyes narrowed, looking you over, calculating for a moment before he nodded. “Well, your signature is the last on the sheet and now it’s gone. So, you’re going to help me find it. And if it wasn’t your poor taste then it most certainly had to be Brett’s. You take this corridor and I’ll take that one.” He gestured in opposite directions as he spoke, making your throat spasm anxiously.

“Are you sure, I don’t know this building very well –”

“Just get on with it, you’ve already kept me here late.” He snapped and turned, walking off in his chosen direction, leaving you to yours.

Swallowing dryly, you turned with trepidation before forcing one foot in front of the other, trying doors as you went. The majority of them turned out to be locked, your key card of no use in the face of a traditional keyhole, so you continued on further and further away from the stairwell, from Raj, from the exam room. Reaching what you assumed was the end of the building you turned the corner and felt the shock of ice water in your veins. A pair of legs, lying prone on the floor, sneakers on their feet, peered out from around the next corner in the distance.

“Brett…?” You called out hesitantly, voice cracking, as your memory summoned the image of his footwear from earlier in the day. Clearing your throat, you hastened your steps and tried again with more volume. “Brett?!”

Rounding the second corner the air was punched from your lungs as the torn flesh of his neck and the gush of blood from the wound filled your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” Your voice was high pitched and you would have mortified you in normal circumstances – yet these were anything but. You dropped your bag and yanked off your lab coat, viciously fighting with the sleeves as they snagged on your wrists until you finally wrenched the fabric free. Balling it up, you pressed it tightly against his neck in a pathetic attempt to staunch the bleeding and started shrieking for help.

Your voice was hoarse by the time you, at last, heard the sound of quick-paced footsteps and heaving breaths growing closer. The security guard who appeared from around the corner might as well have been a fleet of medics, for all the relief his arrival brought you. He quickly summoned an ambulance using his radio and dove in immediately to assist you in trying to stop the bleeding.

“Help is coming, Brett, hold on…” You tried to soothe the wide-eyed man, who’s mouth was gulping for air not unlike a fish out of water.

Futile gurgling sounds were coming from his throat, blood bubbling at the corner of his lips and you felt hot tears pricking at your lash line as you got a solid look at how dire his situation was.

“They’re almost here, just stay still…” You choked out, regretfully registering the splatter of blood droplets that had infiltrated the cheerful freckles across his face. “We’ve got you.” The acrid tang of panic flooded your mouth as his noises grew faint, the light in his eyes grew dim, his body grew still. “Nononono…Brett…” Your voice fractured as the tears you had been thus far keeping at bay flooded your eyes.

“He’s stopped breathing, there’s no pulse in his wrist.” You vaguely registered the voice of the guard behind you. “I’m starting CPR.”

As he began compressions there was a sickly crunch as Brett’s ribs snapped, a wave of nausea roiling through you before his body convulsed with each successive blow. All the manual beating of Brett’s heart achieved was to drive more blood from his neck wound, rapidly soaking through the wad of your lab coat and onto the institutional tiles of the floor.

Silent sobs wracked your body as you struggled to maintain pressure against the wound, the fabric in your hands quickly drenched as a flood of humanity poured down the hall. A firefighter was hauling you and your bloodstained hands out of the way, sitting you against the opposite wall beside the sweat-drenched and dazed security guard. It was not much longer before pair of paramedics arrived, all manner of life-saving tools employed on the horrifyingly motionless figure on the floor until the flurry suddenly stopped. They started pulling away.

You watched, numb, as two of the firefighters draped a sheet over Brett until one of the medics – a woman with kind eyes and an angular face with the name patch ‘Zambrano’ on her chest – was right in front of you, asking your name. You murmured it robotically before swallowing tightly.

“Is…is he…?”

“I’m so sorry. Can I give you a look over? Are you hurt at all?” She eyed the blood on your hands, and you shook your head quickly.

“It’s… it’s all… his.” You stuttered and wiped your eyes on your sleeves. “Oh god…” You whispered, looking up as several police officers crowded into the already cramped hallway.

The next few hours passed in a blur punctuated by brief moments of clarity – the medic helping you wash your hands, one of the firefighters wrapping a blanket around your shoulders when you could not stop shaking, Brett’s body being wheeled down the hallway, a series of questions from the police. It was past midnight by the time you found yourself leaving your building, forcing a half-disintegrated granola bar from the bottom of your work bag down your throat – not from hunger but because the rational side of your brain dictated you needed nourishment.

You barely registered the splash of water as you stepped off the curb onto northwest Madison Drive before frigid water seeped into your shoe. You looked down and sighed deeply as the moisture quickly dampened the fabric of your sock, lurching forward to avoid the puddle with your other foot. The Mall was eerily quiet, the only evidence of the tourists that normally occupied the space was the scattered trash in the process of being collected by a handful of sanitation workers.

The Washington Monument was illuminated a ghostly white in the distance as you came to the top of the escalators leading down to the Smithsonian Metro Station when your faculties at last returned to you; finally processing the fact that there were no trains after midnight.

“Fuck me…” You breathed and turned to trudge back to the street, shoving a hand into your jacket pocket to retrieve your phone, crying out as you crashed into the muscled bulk of a man clad in a brown suede jacket. You jerked back, feeling your centre of gravity tilt off balance as your body erupted once again into the shakes you had eventually subdued an hour ago.

“Whoa, sorry!” Came his gravelly exclamation as his hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer lest you fall backward down the escalators. “You alright there, sweetheart?” He asked as he guided you over to the safety of the grass, tilting his head to get a better look at you, revealing his face in the process.

You swallowed roughly taking in his kind, coffee-colored eyes, the curl of his chestnut hair, and the way his mustache caressed his upper lip. There was something soothing about his very presence – the warmth radiating from his hands on your shoulders, the hint of sandalwood in his cologne. The effect was calming, fortifying. You exhaled deeply in response to his question, the quivering in your muscles subsiding.

“I’m sorry it’s…it’s just been a day.” You shook you head at the inadequacy of your statement, watching his lips quirk up slightly in response.

“It hasn’t been day for quite some time.” He teased gently, releasing your shoulders now that you were steadier on your feet.

“Ha,” You laughed once and nodded in agreement. “You’re telling me.” Resuming your quest to pull your phone from your pocket, you finally succeeded, pulling up your rideshare app. “Missed the last train, and now…well my luck is consistent. The next available car is fifteen minutes away.” You submitted your ride request and let your hand drop to your side in defeat.

“Let me wait with you, it’s a lot quieter out here than I expected.” You eyed with warily a moment until he offered his hand to shake. “Bradley Bradshaw, pleased to meet you.”

You glanced between his face and his broad, extended palm before placing your hand in his, replying with your name as he wrapped his fingers around yours. His handshake was the right mixture of strength and confidence; not too aggressive but firm enough to raise the temperature of your skin.

“Let’s go sit on that bench at the bus stop so your driver can find you easily.” He gestured before guiding you in that direction with his hand at the small of your back.

“So, you expected it to be full of tourists out here even at midnight?” You asked, mimicking normal human conversation despite the weariness you felt all the way to your bones.

He chuckled and shrugged. “Not sure what I expected honestly, just moved here and came out to get the lay of the land.”

You sank down heavily onto the bench the instant the pair of you reached your destination and looked up at him with a tired grin. “Well, if you want to see the museums you’ll have to come when we’re open” You laughed, a thrill fluttering through your stomach as he grinned in response.

“Might just have to take you up on that.” He sat on the bench beside you, legs spread wide enough that his knee brushed against yours. “The way you said ‘we,’ I take it you work in one of them?”

“American History.” You nodded, clearing your throat as your voice still bore the aftereffects of prolonged shrieking.

He looked up at the row of buildings across the road before glancing at the same behind you, across the Mall, before mistakenly pointing at the Museum of Natural History.

“So close…” You smiled and gently guided his forearm to point at the correct building, swallowing tightly at the firmness of his arm, palpable even through the layers of his clothing.

“Aha, right next door to that one then. I was close. What do you do there?”

Unwelcome images of dead bodies and dying colleagues and lab coats soaked with blood flooded your mind and you shook your head, trying to clear it.

“It, it varies but I mostly deal with historical artifacts and do research for the permanent staff as needed.”

He nodded thoughtfully, looking up as a set of headlights illuminated the pair of you. “Your ride?”

You compared the license plate number on the car with that in the app before nodding and forcing yourself to your feet. “Hey thanks…thanks for waiting with me, you’re ok to get home?”

“Oh yeah, it’s a short walk.” He nodded reassuringly, leaning forward to open the car door for you.

Smiling weakly, you slid in, confirming your name with the driver as Bradley shut the door behind you. The car pulled away before you realized you had neglected to exchange numbers with the handsome man who had not only kept you from falling to your death, or at least grievous injury, but also waited in the dark with you until your ride showed up.

“Dammit! I just cannot win today…” You hissed, knocking your head back into the headrest in frustration.

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missed you (*) // informed consent one shot (2)

!! this series was originally harry styles fanfiction, i edited it and changed his last name :)

Description: a series of one shots following 'informed consent: short story' -- in which mia and harry reconcile now that finals are done, and they finally have time for each other

Word count: 17, 604

Content: fluff!! smut: grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, masturbation, overstimulation, handjob, mentions of a breeding kink (if you squint), soft dom, mommy-kink

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Harry was yawning.

He had been yawning for days.

People always said your student years were the best and most fun part of life. His parents always assured him he’d look back on these years and be envious at how quickly it flew by. They told him that with a look on their faces that let him know they were thinking of fond memories of a time where they were more carefree.

Sadly enough, Harry felt anything but carefree as these exams were killing his ass.

It had been two weeks of non-stop exams, the one after the other, and he had no time left in between to catch up on sleep.

On top of that, his mind was continuously clouded. With Mia.

They had been dating for a little while now, and with Christmas around it would mark their two month anniversary.

They hadn’t discussed the holidays all that much. Mia’s days had been filled with anxiety about her exams. Even though she had lost her passion for psychology and wanted to switch after the semester was over – which she still hadn’t told her parents about – she still wanted to pass her exams to get her credits and start well in anthropology.

They hadn’t seen each other all week except for quick little coffee dates after their exams. But even the past three days, those hadn’t happened because they both needed to study very badly. And even though they both pouted about it, they also decided to study separately in order to focus as good as possible. Harry felt like that was very mature of them.

They both knew they were constantly lost in staring at one another or heavy make-out sessions – that sometimes led to them rolling around the bed and forgetting their books altogether – which is why they took a little distance to put their focus on this.

But Harry’s stomach was fluttering with the thought that tomorrow they had their final exam. Harry had his at nine, and afterwards he’d go home and sleep it off. Mia had hers at one in the afternoon so she’d come to his place afterwards.

No matter how much they wanted to spend time together, just the two of them, Harry’s friends had insisted on a night together. And so Harry decided to bring Mia to keep his friends happy but at least be able to see her.

He was sure she’d tiredly fall asleep on his shoulder before the clock struck midnight, but he couldn’t blame her. Secretly, he looked forward to carrying her to bed and tucking her into his chest while cuddling her to sleep.

He missed the feeling of her, like sleeping just didn’t feel as satisfying anymore without his body curled around hers.

He sighed and pushed his hair back as the words on his notes blurred together. It was late and he was crammed underneath his little dwarf desk where he could hardly fit his legs underneath. His back was sore from folding himself in all sorts of positions and there were too many empty candy wrappers around to count.

Harry blinked a few times before reaching for the coffee pot, only to find he had already drank the entire thing.

“Fuck.” He groaned, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand and stifling a yawn before his white sock-clad feet dragged him into the kitchen. All his roommate’s doors were closed as it was nearing midnight, and while Harry prepared more coffee, he dialled Mia’s number.

After four rings and no answer, he fit his lip between his teeth in thought she might already be asleep. Or too busy studying to properly notice the buzzing or ringing of her phone. On the other hand, Harry could envision her frantically rummaging her desk in order to find her phone as she heard his call coming in.

“H-Hello?” The breathlessness in her tone made Harry grin as he could fit her voice directly to the image he had put in his brain for her on a quest for her phone that she once more lost.

He chuckled, “Hi, m’sweetheart. Am I interrupting?”

Mia caught her breath from the other end, “No, no, not at all. Sorry, just lost my phone again. I can never understand how it ends up underneath all of that stuff.” She complained and Harry smiled, just imagining her pouty face. His fingers literally tingled when missing her so much and his chest grew tight with love.

“How’s your day? Did you take a little nap?”

“No.” Mia murmured, “Didn’t have time for it. H, I still have so much to do.”

Harry pressed his lips together, hearing the defeat in her voice. Mia was anything but a night owl and Harry had noticed she always had a bit of a harder time studying once the sun went down. In mornings, she was chirpy and awake though. He paced around his kitchen, taking the same three steps back and forth as the coffee ran, “You still have time, baby. It’s at one, right?”

Mia hummed, “Yes, at one. And then I’m coming straight home to you.”

Harry closed his eyes as a smile crept up his lips.

Home.

He loved the way that sounded.

He felt utterly giddy at the prospect of seeing his love again after multiple days of being separated from her. Harry was attached to his Mia, he knew that much. “I can’t wait.” He murmured, “I seriously miss you so much.”

“Harry.” Mia giggled, “It’s only been a couple of days.”

“And still, I miss you.” He repeated with a smile, just imagining her with a soft flush to her cheeks. Harry nibbled his lip, “Can we change it to facetime? I want to see your face.”

“Oh.” Mia mumbled in surprise, “But I look really bad. My hair’s a mess, I’m wearing your jumper but I spilled strawberry jam on it for dinner.”

Harry laughed and shook his head, “I don’t care. You’re always gorgeous to me, Mia. Please?”

He heard her exhaling a breath from her end of the line and then she mumbled, “Okay.”

Harry’s heart grew twice its size when his phone buzzed with a request to put his camera on. He eagerly clicked it and a blurry Mia appeared, his device needing a little time to get her in focus. Harry’s body melted at the sight of her huddled into his dark grey jumper that he left with her. It was a little small on him and Mia adored the oversized piece of clothing. He could see the jam stain on her chest.

It near swallowed her whole and made her look incredibly soft, along with the messy bun right on top of her head. A few strands fell out and he could see a dark green velvet scrunchy between her dark brown pieces of hair that it held together.

“Hey, you.” Mia murmured with a soft smile and a gentle voice and Harry’s legs trembled, shaking his head to himself with a soft chuckle in disbelief, “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

On the other end of the line, Mia blushed furiously at Harry’s blurting words. She froze on her desk chair at his confession, watching his dimples crevice his cheeks as he smiled widely at her sight, and she returned it with hearts in her eyes, watching her boyfriend through the screen of her phone.

She could see the fatigue in his face, the way he put a small clip in his hair to keep the rogue curls away, dressed in a light blue jumper with the school logo on it. His nose ring glimmered in his faint kitchen lighting and Mia had yet to get over the fact he had a hoop through his nose. It looked so sexy on him.

“I’m very in love with you, too.” She whispered back with a shy smile and Harry smiled wider, losing himself in her eyes for a second before he cleared his throat, “So what’re you doing?”

Mia glanced around her room and shrugged, “Not much. I’m revising, but it’s just… all floating through one another at this point.” She sighed. Harry’s face turned sympathetic. He knew Mia’s dyslexia struggle and tried with all his might to help her, but this time he had his own stuff to focus on so he couldn’t spend all his time helping her study the course materials.

She had to do it by herself. And that was mainly her own choice, because besides Harry, she didn’t really accept much help.

“How about you?” Mia asked, leaning her cheek on her pulled up knee. She wore leggings that allowed her to bend her legs in whichever way she wanted. Mia sat on her desk chair in all possible ways, bending and stretching her legs and sitting on them until they turned sore.

“Making some coffee.” Harry sighed before exhaling a small yawn, “I need it.”

“That’s actually a really good idea.” Mia nodded, “I’m going to make me some, too.”

She held her phone in hand while exiting her bedroom. The strip of light coming from Hazel’s room signalled her still being awake too, and Mia lowered the volume of her phone a little as she padded over to Hazel’s bedroom.

“Hazel?” She softly called, knocking on her door twice, “Do you want some coffee?”

No answer, and it made Mia frown. She glanced at her screen to see Harry curiously following along and Mia nibbled her lip, putting her phone down on the hallway table, “I’m going in really quick.”

“Okay.” Harry nodded, staring at the ceiling of her hallway as he heard Mia opening up the door. The sight made Mia’s insides melt, Hazel just fast asleep on her desk.

Her desk light was on, her cheek resting on a mountain of notes and a pen still stuck between her fingers.

Mia smiled at the sight and picked the pen from between Hazel’s fingers, quickly clearing her bed from the clothes and books were on it until she gently nudged Hazel’s shoulder, “You should go to bed.”

Hazel fluttered her eyes open and groaned, “Shit.”

“No, it’s okay.” Mia whispered, urging her up by her elbow, “Come on. I’ll set your alarm. Exam’s at one, right?”

Hazel yawned, hardly opening her eyes as Mia led her to bed and she nodded, “Yeah.”

“I’ll set it at eight so you can still revise.” Mia spoke. Hazel just hummed and fell right asleep in her bed as Mia unlocked her phone to set Hazel’s alarm, putting the device down on her nightstand before she went around the room to kill the lights for the night.

“Sorry.” She whispered to Harry once she held her phone again. She was met with the sight of him back in his bedroom, his phone popped up on his desk with it leaning against his laptop and a mug of coffee in front of him, “’S okay, lovie. Hazel’s tired?”

“Yeah.” Mia nodded, “She fell asleep at her desk.”

He snorted out a soft laugh, “First semester philosophy is no joke.”

Mia turned a light on her kitchen to get working on the coffee, “And how was your day? Do you think you’ll be able to kill it tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sighed, “It’s really quite difficult. Kant was a dick.”

Mia’s eyes widened, “Harry.” She chuckled in disbelief and he shrugged, “Seriously. Like I love psychology but I just don’t understand a word of what he’s saying…” Harry spoke, “People can never say what Kant said, only what they understood he said. And it’s all so interpretative. That fucking synthetic a prioris.” Harry complained.

She smiled at his little frustration towards his field. Mia felt like it took her mind off of her own exams to listen to Harry. Her fingers pressed down on the buttons of her coffee machine as she leaned on the counter with her phone popped up, “Tomorrow’s our last exam.” She smiled.

Harry leaned his head back, exposing the veins in his neck that really only reminded Mia of one particular moment – and it had her clenching her thighs together – before he sighed, “Fuck yes. ‘M so excited to spend Christmas break with you.”

Christmas was in less than a week, and it was safe to say that Mia had no plans. She hadn’t spoken to her parents in a while and she assumed they’d take a holiday again like they had done the past few years. Mia had spent Christmas alone now two years in a row.. She nibbled her lip a little and Harry caught the fallen look on her face. “Hey,” He softly cleared his throat, “we’ll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay.” Mia nodded, “Are you sure, by the way, about me stopping by after my exam? You can sleep a little longer if you want and we can meet up in the evening.”

“No.” Harry frowned, “Shit, no. I miss you so much, it’s all I’ve been looking forward to.”

“Me too.” Mia giggled, blushing once more over Harry’s affection of her. She felt so seen by him, so loved. She gave him a loving smiled, “Love you.” She whispered.

“Love you too, my darling.” Harry crooned. Mia grabbed her cup of coffee now that it was all done and grabbed the jar of sugar, putting in two spoons. The entire thing made Harry laugh, and he continued telling Mia how unsurprised he was that she liked her drink so sweetened, because she was so sweet.

“Are you going to spend the night tomorrow?” Harry hopefully asked. Mia took a sip of her way too hot coffee while nodding shortly, “I-I think so, yeah.”

Harry smiled, “Yay.”

“Yay.” Mia giggled back and he chuckled deeper, “Missed you in that way, too.” He admitted.

Mia’s breath stuck in her throat a little when a tingle shot up her spine. She sat down at the kitchen table, drawing her knees up again and leaning her cheek on them, “Y-Yeah?”

Harry smirked at the screen and took a sip of his coffee, nodding, “Mhm. ‘S been rough.”

Mia didn’t know what it was. She had never experimented, she had never been touched, but ever since Harry laid one finger on her she was just… on fire the entire time. She’d get random zaps of electricity between her legs at the thought of him, and even now watching him on the screen drinking his coffee, she was so attracted to him.

“It has?” She asked in a small voice. Harry cocked his head to the side with a smirk, “Mhm. D’you want me to tell you more, Mi?”

She fit her lip between her teeth, trying to hide her flush in the wide neckline of Harry’s jumper as she struggled to find an answer. Yes, she wanted him to continue. Her body was mesmerized by him, and she wanted so much. But he was there, and she was here, and the one other time she had tried to touch herself, it just didn’t work.

It was frustrating, knowing he was the only one to really make her feel that good. And Harry took great pride in it too, turning completely arrogant when he realized how much Mia depended on him. He had her in the palm of his hand, but little did she know it was the other way around too.

Although Harry had no problem reaching orgasm with just the thought of her, he did know he was ruined for everyone else. Mia hadn’t even touched him, and they hadn’t had sex, but there was just something so vulnerable about the way they were intimate right now, that was more special than anything Harry had ever done with someone else.

They were taking their time, and it was delicate and he loved that. The no-rushing, the savouring one another, the teasing, the wanting, the yearning. God, he yearned for her.

“Hm?” He encouraged her.

Mia exhaled shakily, “M-Maybe tomorrow.” She softly spoke and Harry chuckled, “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re not here.” She shyly spoke and Harry hummed with another little smirk, “That’s true. ‘M not there to make you feel good. Fuck – Mia, don’t even make me think about it right now, I’ll get hard.”

Her eyes widened more as Harry leaned back again in his chair to level out his breathing. After a moment of silence between them, he lifted his head again to look at her through the screen. Mia blushed either way, even though they were apart and he was pixelated, it still felt intimidating to be looked at like that.

“We should get you like… a toy or something.”

Mia’s laugh sputtered out before she could stop it, and she stared with wide eyes as she clamped her hand in front of her mouth. She couldn’t help it, her body tingling as giggles erupted out of her throat and she tried to keep them down. She knew she was laughing out of surprise and shock more than anything, and luckily Harry just laughed along with her.

The subject changed back to school and they talked for a little more until both finishing up their coffee.

Mia’s heart beat from the caffeine and she dreaded having to go back to her room.

“You should just go to sleep, m’heart.” Harry spoke in worry and Mia shook her head, “No, just want to do two more chapters.”

He stretched in his desk chair with a yawn, “I’ll probably do an all-nighter.”

“That’s crazy.” Mia murmured and Harry shrugged, “I’ll be able to sleep it off tomorrow. And then at night with you in my arms. Best night’s sleep I’ll have had in weeks.”

Mia smiled and the thought excited her. She had missed him a lot as well. School had been so busy and the days flew by, but Mia missed a little happy in her days. And it was him. It also distracted her from some real-life things she was running from, such as telling her parents about her switch in education.

“I’ll text you before I go to bed.” Mia promised and Harry nodded. They puckered their lips and blew kisses at one another through the phone before ending the call and burying their noses back in the books.

***

Mia had a skip in her step when she walked campus grounds the next day. The snow crunched under her boots as she walked between tired students and people heading to bars to celebrate the end of their exams.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, hurrying towards Harry’s dorm after finishing her final exam.

In psychology, ever.

She didn’t really know how it went, her brain was too tired to have any more thought, but she didn’t really care either. She felt light and carefree, and for the first time in weeks there was just nothing for her to do. No deadlines, no assignments, no studying. Only Harry.

It took Mia four hours to finish her exam, and she was the last student to exit the auditorium after reading every question about six times to make sure she got the words right. Her dyslexia didn’t mingle well with fatigue and she felt exhausted from having to focus that long, but now she was alert and awake to go see her lover.

Her knuckles urgently came down on his door after a fellow student let her up, and before they came down a third time, the door was yanked open by a breathless Harry.

His eyes were wild and sparkly, his lips up in an eager little smile. She could tell he had been sleeping, and the sight of him so soft and warm made her melt. His hair was tousled, his shirt a little wrinkled and his sweats low on his hips.

“Hi.” She piped out.

Harry chuckled, “Fuck. Hi.” He took a step closer to fit his arm around her waist and pull her into him. Mia giggled as she fell into his chest, body curving around him easily and she exhaled in relief into his neck to feel him around her again.

Harry tightly wrapped his arms around Mia, holding her close while inhaling her scent. Stroking through her dark hair once – which she pulled out of the braid after finishing her exam – he angled her head to kiss her.

Mia’s breath got stolen when Harry’s lips fell on her own, fitting together like puzzle pieces as she pushed herself up on her toes, cupped his jaws and kissed him back.

He grabbed her tighter, moaning softly into their kiss before he pulled back for air. Their lips kept brushing together, nose bumps making them giggle as Harry held her close by the small of her back, “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Mia whispered back, kissing him again. Harry relaxed into her, sliding one hand down to her ass and cover her cheek up completely with his palm, giving a teasing squeeze before he groaned, “This god damn skirt again.” He mumbled, feeling the fabric of the familiar skirt underneath his fingers.

Mia shuddered when she felt his fingers everywhere, dancing down her spine and slipping underneath her coat, while his other hand lowered down to her thigh where the tights covered her. Her hands were tangled in his hair and Harry walked them backwards, blindly moving through his apartment. He pushed Mia’s bag off her shoulder and it thudded to the floor, their mouths still attached while waddling towards what Mia could only assume was Harry’s bedroom. Her coat got lost somewhere along the way.

Her eyes were closed the entire time, staring at the colourful galaxies behind her lids when his tongue slipped into her mouth and she near buckled through her knees.

Mia got pushed up against the door of Harry’s bedroom once inside, and he pulled back for air, “Sorry.” He panted, “Sorry. ‘M really trying to take it slow.”

He ground his hips into her, and Mia gasped as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. Harry’s fingers were already pulling up her skirt to palm her backside in his large hands, “Fuck, Mia…” He groaned, “I’m really trying, promise.” He kissed down her neck, fully lost in her, “But I missed you so much, ‘m so horny.” He spilled.

Mia flushed pink at Harry’s truth and he continued pressing wet kisses to her jaw while his hands explored her, unable to touch everywhere he wanted to. Harry kissed up to her ear, staring fondly at the golden bumble bee earring in her lobe that reminded him of their little trip down to the shop a few weeks back.

Grinding his hips into hers again, pushing her further into the door, Mia’s jaw opened a little as she breathed out a chuckle, “Y-You really missed me.” She referred to the bulge in his sweatpants that pushed into her thigh. Harry chuckled into her neck, squeezing his hands over her ass, “Yes.” He shamefully admitted, “Wanked every night, thinking of you. ‘M sorry, baby, I just… god, I want you so bad.” He kept apologizing for his blunt and dirty spontaneous thoughts.

Mia shuddered and Harry felt it, smirking into her neck. His shy girlfriend had a side to her he had yet to discover, but Harry was ecstatic do so eventually. He kissed her neck up to her ear, “Went to bed to take a nap after my exam,” he murmured, “woke up hard, I dreamed of you. Always dreaming of you.”

“Harry…” Mia whispered, letting her head thud back into the door when she felt the throbbing between her legs that only he could cause. Her legs tensed and he pushed her skirt up higher to grab her thigh and groan into her neck, “M’dreamy girl. Can we kiss a little, Mi? Can I feel you? Please?”

“Yes.” She moaned out without second thought, cheeks flaming up in embarrassment of the noise escaping her lips. Harry moaned back with his lips pressed to the column of her throat, rutting his hips forward again. His kissed got lower, towards her collarbone and eventually over her clothed chest. Mia wore a cropped knitted jumper, the same high waisted black skirt that Harry knew so well and some boots. Harry lowered down until he sat on his knees, staring up at her through his lashes.

Mia’s heartbeat quickened, her breath shortening when her hands fell down limply. Harry blindly found the zipper of her left boot, urging her foot up to slide it off before repeating the same action to her other foot. In her tights, Harry’s hand moved up her calves, the back of her thighs until hiking her skirt up and exposing her lace underwear through the black tights she wore.

“Mia.” Harry moaned, leaning forward to kiss her covered pelvis and Mia’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of his firm lips above her clit, even though separated by a few layers she could still feel the warmth coming from him.

Harry got up to his feet again, and with a sharp tug to her arm, Mia was back in his arms. She let Harry throw her around, following his lead and trusting him fully when she bounced on his single bed and he fell on top of her.

Harry held his hands back, kissing on her lips as he groaned to himself, “I’m trying to be – fuck,” he cut himself off with a whimper when Mia parted her legs for him to rest in between, the skirt bunched up around her hips while she locked a leg around his thigh to keep him pulled in. His hands balled into fists, gripping the pillow she was laying on as she kissed him back, “I’m trying to be such a gentleman.” Harry spoke in a strained voice.

Mia arched her back into him, her hair fanned out with Harry’s comforting weight on top of her. She had never felt this wanted before, and she ran her fingers through his slightly longer brown locks while trying to keep their lips attached, but Harry insisted on breaking their dancing tongues with his dirty talk.

“God damn, I’m trying, but I wanna fuck you so bad, baby.” He choked out.

Mia froze, her body stilling underneath his with her lips in a mid-pucker against his. He continued kissing her bottom lip as she blinked at him. He had his eyes closed, brows scrunched up while trying to contain himself.

“Oh.” Mia mumbled, the sound stupidly coming out of her mouth but she didn’t know what else to say. Her cheeks were red, her eyes wide and shocked and Harry felt the tension in her once pliant body, causing him to open his eyes.

He regretted his words immediately, licking his lip and shaking his head, “Oh, no, no, no, Mi. I-I didn’t mean it like that. Shit- sorry.” He apologized, “I’m – don’t want to push you. At all. Sorry.”

Mia swallowed and forced a small smile as Harry still caught his breath, worried eyes scanning over her face. He stroked her hair once, “Mia? Please, I’m sorry… That came out wrong. Sorry.”

“No,” She whispered, “it’s okay. Sorry. I-I just… I don’t think I’m ready for that. Yet. It’s – uh, a little much. Scares me a little.” She admitted in a murmur.

Harry immediately nodded, “No, I know. I just want you so much, but I don’t care in what way. Want you to feel safe with me, and comfortable. You drive me crazy either way. Promise, ‘m about to finish in my pants just from kissing you.”

Mia blushed deeper and her lips curled up into a little smile. She felt more comfortable again, the back of her foot rubbing up Harry’s calf as she melted into the mattress a little more. She nibbled her lip before gathering her courage, “I really missed you too.” She whispered.

Harry sighed, gently kissing Mia’s jaw up and down a few times in featherlight kisses. The sweatpants around his hips did a horrible job concealing his bulge, and Mia felt it pressing into her inner thigh with each little movement he made.

“I know you did.” Harry murmured back, nudging his nose into her jaw to tilt her head and kiss lower towards her collarbones. Mia mindlessly played with his hair, “M-Missed being close to you.”

Harry breathed out against her skin, “Close like this?”

“Uh-huh.” She panted out, head thrown back while drunk on his kisses, “O-Or closer.”

Harry hummed in approval of her words and his mind was racing with every filthy thought he could come up with. Closer than this, his tongue between her legs, his fingers exploring her to eventually split her open and make love to her in a way he’s never needed anyone ever before.

He swallowed thickly, “Closer, hm? Want me to take my shirt off?”

“Yes.” Mia puffed out, “Please.”

“So polite.” Harry whispered, kissing her on her lips, a long touch that made Mia floaty. His tongue swept against her bottom lip and then Harry pulled back. His hair messy, his lips swollen, his chest heaving and his sweats tenting around him. He swallowed, “Can I take your tights off first? See your little panties?”

Mia remembered the soft purple set she put on before leaving for her exam. Something Harry had yet to see, but she wanted to surprise him a little bit. They had been intimate a handful of times yet the last time they tried, Mia was on her period and then exams hit and neither of them had really had time to spare ever since.

Not only was Mia excited to explore Harry more – even if she was shocked at his earlier truth – but she was also excited just to spend the night with him. It was lovely to feel him taking up space on the mattress, fitting himself around her body as Mia easily slept and Harry molded himself to be as close to her in every possible way.

Waking up to his sleepy face… It had to be one of Mia’s favourite things.

“Yes.” Mia nodded, and Harry smirked softly – something Mia found so incredibly sexy – before he let his eyes glide down her body. Her legs were bent around him, material of her skirt around her waist from Harry’s wandering hands before he stroked his thumbs over the waistband of her thighs and gave her hips a gentle squeeze.

Putting his thumbs into her tights, he was about to pull them down when there as a knock on the door.

Mia’s eyes flew to the door in surprise, and she honestly wasn’t sure why Louis had bothered to knock when he was going to open the door about a second later without waiting for an answer.

Mia yelped and Harry threw himself on her, shielding her from Louis. She wasn’t naked or exposed, but the skirt around her hips could show Louis a glimpse of her shape which Harry felt possessive over. Mia was his girlfriend and he didn’t want anyone else to see her.

“Oh!” Louis shrieked, immediately covering his eyes with his hands, “Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Didn’t see a boob, promise!” He shouted while blindly stumbling back into the living room.

Harry growled a curse under his breath while his fingers pulled on Mia’s skirt to cover her up.

“Didn’t see anything!” Louis repeated in a shrill voice, “Also, hi Mia!”

“Hi.” Mia squeaked back, completely mortified of being caught, even if Louis had walked in right before Mia had been about to get more naked. He hadn’t seen anything, but their position was compromising enough and Harry shot her an apologetic look, “Door doesn’t lock, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She hushed back, tugging on her skirt a little more before Harry climbed off the bed and offered her a hand. Mia fixed her hair and smoothed her hands over her clothes while Harry pressed his lips together, quickly putting a hand down his pants to adjust himself. He wasn’t about to get relief anytime soon with his friends home.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Louis was pacing around the kitchen with his hands in his hair, his eyes wide when Mia and Harry came out of the bedroom. “I’m so sorry!” He apologized.

“If you knock, you fuckin’ wait for someone to answer, twat!” Harry glared at him, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it a little and Louis sighed, “I know.”

“What are you even doing here?! You don’t live here!” Harry continued until Mia placed a delicate hand on his lower back, “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing happened.” Mia politely smiled at Louis to reassure him and Harry relaxed a little with her fingers drawing circles on his tense muscles. Mia’s hand made its way to his bicep next, giving a gentle squeeze before she followed his arm down towards his hand and laced their fingers together.

Harry sighed and gave her fingers a squeeze, leaning into his Mia a little bit, “What time is it?”

“Six.” Louis responded, lazily leaning against their counter. Harry tilted his head to the side, “Didn’t Niall say we’d meet at eight?”

“Yeah, but I was bored.”

Harry refrained from rolling his eyes, instead focussing on Mia’s thumb that drew small circles into the back of his hand, “Where are they anyway?”

“Probably at some bar.” Louis shrugged before diverting his attention to Mia, “Prepare to see a drunk Niall, Mi. He’s been drinking since noon.”

“Since noon?!” Mia exclaimed and Louis chuckled, his longer brown hair pushed back with a headband as he nodded, “Yeah, and he’s Irish so it’s worse.”

Harry removed his hand from Mia’s and wrapped his arm around her shoulder to pull her into his side, kissing the top of her head, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Are you sure you want to hang out with us tonight?”

“Yeah, aren’t you super tired? I’ve slept until now.” Louis yawned, his legs dangling over the edge of the counter. Harry hummed in agreement, “Maybe you should take a little nap. You can take my bed.”

Mia shook her head, “No, no. If I go to sleep now, I’ll be done for the rest of the night. I’ll – uh… power through. Maybe we should go get some coffee?”

“You sure?” Harry murmured, stroking his fingers over Mia’s shoulder and she glanced up at him with a soft smile, “Yes, ‘m sure.”

“Coffee it is!” Louis chirped, pushing himself off of the counter to head back into his own dorm to get changed, while Harry disappeared into his bedroom to do the same. Mia walked around his living space for a bit while she waited for both boys, and couldn’t help herself but clean up their kitchen a little bit.

Three boys during exams could only mean a filthy apartment, and she was right when seeing the undone dishes and the dirt stuck to the sink. She placed everything in the dishwasher and used hot water to clean out the sink a little, humming a soft melody under her breath until Harry came back out.

He breathed out a laugh, “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

Mia shyly rolled back on her heels and shifted in her stance with soft flushed cheeks, “Nope.”

“Cutie.” He murmured, using the opportunity of Louis not being in the room to grab her chin between his fingers and pull her into him. Their lips met in a smiley, gentle kiss with Mia breathing giggles into Harry’s mouth and him teasing her by kissing her even more.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather spend the evening with Hazel?” Harry checked again. Mia shook her head, “No, it’s fine. She’s inviting a bunch of people to the apartment so… I don’t know. ‘S not really my scene.” She admitted in a shy mumble before licking her lip, “You… you don’t mind me here, do you?”

Harry’s brows raised, “What? No, not at all. Angel, baby… missed you so. All I’ve been dreaming of all week. ‘M so happy you’re staying the night. Just wish we had the place to ourselves, you know?”

She smiled and nodded, “Mhm. Me too. But your friends are nice and we’ve got something to celebrate, so… let’s make the best of it.”

“Look at you, such a positive attitude.” Harry crooned in a tease and Mia rolled her eyes playfully as Harry palmed her ass over her skirt, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d have to convince me to leave the house and socialize.” He continued.

“I’m not that bad.” Mia chuckled and Harry smiled, smearing his lips against her own again, “I know, ‘m just teasing.”

She felt the butterflies in her stomach flying around violently and pushed herself up on her toes, pressing her body further into Harry’s while tightening her grip around his neck with her arms. Giving a gentle kiss to his inviting lips, it almost felt like levitating, “Missed you.” She whispered again. Mia hoped Harry got the message, because she really really missed him. As a partner, a best friend and someone she could be herself around and talk to about everything.

A few days apart was too much.

“Missed you too, lovie.” Harry whispered back and then Louis walked in on them again which caused Harry and Mia to break apart quickly while Louis apologized profusely again for not knocking.

The trio made their way outside and braved the cold to head into a café and order some coffee to stay awake throughout the night.

***

A few hours later, they were sharing some Chinese food on the couch of Harry’s apartment that he shared with Niall and Liam. Zayn and Louis were here too, with Mia squeezed on the couch between Harry and Zayn. Harry’s arm was protectively around her, pulling her more on his lap than anything – but mainly trying to create some space between her and Zayn because Harry turned into a caveman at just the thought of someone else this close to her even if it was one if his best mates.

Harry was especially affectionate tonight. Mia assumed the few beers he had, did have something to do with it. He trailed his fingers up her thigh, sometimes teasingly dipping underneath the hem of her skirt to make her breath hitch in her throat.

He’s often turn his head to plant his lips to her temple or make her look at him so he could kiss her on the lips. He pushed himself up against her earlier when they were in the kitchen to get everything ready for their dinner, grinding himself into Mia’s ass until she was holding down a moan.

It amused Harry to see her struggling with his friends around. They wouldn’t care for some PDA, but Mia was polite and reserved and the slightly wild side he had seen of her really only made an appearance when they were on their own.

On the other hand, Harry wanted to let Mia explore around his friends. She was shy, and reserved. And they were patient with her, but also wanted to laugh and joke and get to know her better. Mia was a bit of a tough nut to crack but they were all putting in the effort, and Harry knew that Mia was as well.

“Are you full?” Harry asked her as Mia closed the lid on her dish. She swallowed down the final bit of her Chinese food and nodded, “Yeah, these servings are huge. Maybe we can save some for tomorrow?”

“Good call.” Harry nodded, putting their leftovers in the fridge before pulling out another beer for himself. Harry glanced over his shoulder, “Mi, baby, do you want anything else?”

“I’m good, baby.” Niall spoke back teasingly and Harry rolled his eyes, “Mia?”

“I’m okay, but thank you, Harry.” She smiled softly. Harry nodded and undid the cap of his beer, bringing it to his lips to take a few swigs. He joined his friends and Mia on the couch again, pulling her into this side. She was in conversation with Zayn about something and Harry subtly listened in, realizing they were talking about exams and her switch to anthropology.

Mia really blossomed in one-on-one contact and Harry felt proud of her for opening up and even asking Zayn some questions back. Harry gave her hip a gentle squeeze, “D’you want a sip of my beer?” He murmured and Mia turned around to face me, shaking her head softly with a smile, “No, thank you.”

Harry smirked a little at how polite she was. It did things to him, things he couldn’t really explain and he knew that if he tried to – it’d sound stupid. He cleared his throat and drank more beer, chattering to his mates as they all lounged around the living room.

As the hours progressed, his friends got drunker, the topics a little dirtier and Mia’s head heavier on Harry’s shoulder.

Liam had suggested they play Never have I Ever and Harry and Mia shared a look before deciding that Mia wasn’t going to participate. Harry hated the game altogether. He knew plenty about his friends and was sure they didn’t have any more crazy secrets he hadn’t yet heard about in the years of them being friends.

He also knew the game turned into a sex-questionnaire most often and he didn’t want Mia in that. She was a virgin and he didn’t need her to feel shy about that. He also didn’t want his friends to completely question her about their sex life. It was private, Harry felt, and he didn’t feel the need to share it all with his friends.

So they sort of sat out and just listened in, Mia blushing often as she heard stories while Harry just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Did Niall and Zayn really have a threesome with someone?” Mia asked silently in Harry’s ear as the others were bickering about one of the questions. Harry chuckled and held her shoulder, his arm around her as they occupied a corner of the couch. Mia’s legs were curled up into his side with a blanket modestly covering her up. He nodded while swallowing a sip of beer, “Yep, it was last year, I think. Didn’t close an eye all night.”

Mia sputtered out a soft giggle, “Oh my god.”

She watched Harry’s side profile, his lips curling around the opening of the dark brown bottle as he toppled it back and then his throat bobbed in a swallow. His jaw was so sharp and when he smiled, she wanted to poke his little dimple.

“You’re staring, lovie.” Harry teased gently and Mia bit her lip to fight her smile before lightly shrugging, “You’re just very, very beautiful.”

Mia’s eyes widened and her smile grew twice its size when she noticed the soft flush of pink rising up Harry’s neck. He had a small smile on his lips – which he tried to hide behind his beer – and Mia gasped teasingly, “Are you blushing, Harry Sinclair?”

“Shut up.” He chuckled, shaking his head before clearing his throat, willing away the pinkness of his cheeks. Mia bit her lip and continued, “Don’t think I’ve seen you blush all that much. Look how the tables have turned.”

Harry turned his head with a shocked glance in his eyes at her little joke, and his hand slipped down to her thigh underneath the blanket, “Don’t tease me, sweetheart, or I’ll play games with you.”

Her heart hammered in her chest as he stared at her with challenging eyes, wondering if she’d continue or back down. Mia was the one blushing once more as she cuddled into his side a little more and – just as Harry expected – backed down. He smiled and kissed the side of her head, “No one’s ever called me beautiful before.” He murmured.

Their eyes were on his friends who were playing some card game now, drinking for no particular reason as Mia tried to figure out the rules but all the could really tell was that they drank. A lot. Harry continued, “I’ve been called hot, or fit… but never beautiful.”

Mia held onto his arm and rested her head on his bicep as his fingers gently stroked her tight-covered thigh underneath the blanket. Mia nuzzled her nose into his arm, “The most beautiful.”

“I love you.” Harry whispered and Mia smiled before humming, “I love you too.” She tilted her head up to face him, finding him staring back at her with an unexplainable fondness in his eyes.

“Kiss me.” Harry murmured and Mia smiled before leaning up and giving his lips a gentle kiss. Harry smiled against her and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, chasing her a little when she pulled back too quick for his liking.

“Hey, kissy couple.” Louis called them out, making both Harry and Mia turn their attention to the four boys standing around a messy coffee table. “Hm?” Harry lazily asked and Liam finished up his beer, “We’re out of booze. We’re gonna go to the bar and continue there.”

“We’re out of booze?” Harry frowned, “Shit, how much did you guys have?”

Judging by Niall’s drunken stumbles – a lot. Zayn was attempting to tie up his shoes as Louis plopped down onto the couch next to Harry and Mia, making them all bounce a little bit at the force.

“You should come with us!” Louis shouted and Mia jumped back a little from the sudden volume and the stench of alcohol in Louis’ breath. Harry chuckled and shook his head, “No, thanks. We’re both near falling asleep. Easy night in, I think.” He yawned.

“Oh.” Louis’ face fell but Harry shook his head, “No, you should go. You should all go, definitely. Don’t mind us, we don’t care.” He wondered if it was very obvious he’d like to get Mia alone. No matter how much he adored his friends, they were cockblocking him tonight. Sure, he was tired, but there was a fire inside of him for his girlfriend he had missed thoroughly and he’d love to be with her tonight without interruptions.

Even if all they did was kiss and cuddle, he’d prefer to bask in the bliss of her warmth and comfort without the possibility of his friends barging into the bedroom the entire time.

Eventually, they did decide to leave – a little too slow for Harry’s liking. First, they decided on all having another shot from some super expensive bottle of scotch that Niall’s dad gifted him (and made him promise only to drink when he came to visit). Mia and Harry watched with teasing smiles and hushed whispers at the scrunched up faces from the four as they braved the intense taste of alcohol.

Then, Liam decided he didn’t like his outfit and forced Mia to come into his room and judge every t-shirt he owned even if she had lost count of the amount of normal blue t-shirts he had even though he claimed they were all different.

Zayn being drunk also meant he wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Mia about Harry and how happy he was that they found one another.

Safe to say, it was at least another hour until silence took over and Harry and Mia chuckled to themselves, cleaning up a little bit to get rid of the smell of Chinese food the upcoming days.

“Tired?” Harry eventually asked, cupping Mia’s jaw and pulling her in for a small kiss. The metal of his nose ring brushed over her heated skin as she puckered her lips back against him and hummed, “Not really.” She innocently shrugged.

Mia had to admit she felt a bit bold. She had never been one to be rude or impolite, but she near wanted to shout at Harry’s friends to read the room and get out so they could have a little bit of privacy. Mia had been throbbing ever since walking in and laying her eyes on him, and they hadn’t gotten any closer than some cuddles earlier.

Harry’s little confession about wanting to sleep with her, had set her off a little. She was curious, but too anxious still to really go there. There was pleasure now, lots of it, and she loved it. She grew more comfortable in her skin and with what she liked and didn’t like, and got to know Harry in that same way. She had heard time and time again how pleasurable and intimate sex was, but it just scared her.

To be frank, Mia had no idea how that was ever going to fit inside of her and how that could ever feel good.

She had seen Harry naked a few times, yet never really had taken the time to study him up close. Usually it was rather dark, he was hovering over her, and the atmosphere was hot and heavy and he was close to orgasm. The few little glances she had snuck down there just baffled her.

He was way larger than she could’ve imagined. She thought penises were just… that. Penises. She had only ever seen them in biology and it dawned on Mia that they showed them flaccid and soft, and it was no representation to how it looked or felt when aroused.

When Harry fingered her with one finger, it didn’t feel painful. A little odd, and there had been a small sting the first time but it was forgotten immediately from the immense pleasure she felt when he hooked his finger up to tap into her swollen spot that made her entire body just go lax.

And then when he pushed his tongue inside of her, that had hurt a little bit. And it’s what worried her. His tongue was nowhere near as wide or long as his prick, and she had to brave a sense of discomfort for that. Sure, it went away and she had a terrific orgasm on his tongue, but the entire thing just made her realize how painful sex was going to be.

“Sweetheart.” Harry’s soft whisper pulled Mia out of her train of thoughts and she focussed on the green of his eyes while giving him a small smile, drawing a breath and pulling her courage together, “We – uh… never finished what we started before.” She forced out the words, trying to fight the blush covering her fair skin and she hoped Harry wouldn’t comment on it.

His lips curled up in a bit of a surprised smile as he nodded, “True, we didn’t. Do… do you want to continue?”

“Yes.” She breathed, and Harry needed nothing more than that to smash his lips on hers. Mia was pliant, letting Harry tilt her head up as he guided her through a deep and needy kiss, something that had been on his mind for hours. His tongue wiggled between her lips and Mia parted eagerly, tasting the alcohol on him.

Their tongues flicked at one another as Harry’s hands moved down the length of her back, towards her ass where he held a brief pause and then lower to her thighs.

Even if they were in the middle of their living room, they were by themselves. So Harry didn’t care that he pulled up Mia’s skirt to expose her underwear hidden behind her dark tights. His hands covered her up, skirt bunched around her waist now before he grabbed her thighs and easily lifted her.

Mia kept their mouths together, wrapping her arms around Harry’s shoulders as he carried her into the bedroom. His foot swiftly kicked close the door as he sat down on the edge of his bed with Mia on his lap. They broke apart for air, Harry holding one hand on her thigh and stroking the fingers of his other hand through her hair to brush it away.

Mia panted, her fingers knitted in his curls when she felt so hot and needy she hardly knew what do to with herself. She wanted to be bold, she wanted to take the initiative, but she didn’t know what to do and hoped Harry would catch on and guide her through it.

But Harry – on the other hand – felt like he had scared her off with his comment earlier. It was hard for him to control himself around his Mia. The tent in his pants was a clear indication of that, and it almost made him blush in embarrassment of how his body craved hers at all times.

He was so painfully hard whenever she was near him, the smallest of touches could set of the beginnings of an orgasm and he hadn’t told her how it really only took two minutes of his hand to cum with the memories of her writhing on top of his lap on his mind.

He was rediscovering himself completely with her. Everything he thought he liked or turned him on, was proven wrong with the way Mia delicately touched him and loved him. He was obsessed with her, completely.

But still, Harry felt bad about how blunt he had been earlier, about wanting to fuck her. He did, he truly did, but he in no way wanted to rush her. He was satisfied completely with what they did up till now. Also, they had only been dating for a few weeks so there was no reason to run before they could walk.

He wanted her comfortable, because he knew it’d mean safety for her. And she needed them, and he needed that too. He knew if she trusted him enough, she’d feel safe and comfortable and it would get her more soft, wet and open than anything else.

So he held off a little bit, letting her take the lead and letting her decide where the evening took them. He was already surprised in hearing her say they never got to finish what they started, her curious eyes staring into his as a silent invitation to continue where they had left off, with Harry about to take off her tights and his shirt.

Mia initiated the next kiss, sitting on top of Harry’s thighs with her legs fitted around him. She arched out her back a little, feeling him dig his fingers into her through her cropped knitted jumper. He let her take the lead, and Mia tentatively stroked the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip before pushing in and finding his.

She licked at him, let her tongue explore the roof of his mouth as their lips massaged one another.

Harry’s breathing got heavier, he had a harder time keeping his hips from bucking up but when Mia gave a shy suck to his tongue, he couldn’t help the low groan from rumbling out into the room as he harshly gripped her ass and tugged her into his crotch.

Mia gasped, fingers tightening around Harry’s hair which caused her to involuntary tug it. His head cocked back from the force, and Mia felt the heat pooling between her thighs when he rocked her into his erection with his head tilted back, the vein in his neck popping and his swollen lips parted with harsh breaths.

He looked so erotic, her thighs shuddered before even being touched.

Even though Harry’s hands were on her hips, he wasn’t really guiding Mia anymore. The moved them up and down on her own accord, eyes fluttering in bliss upon feeling his bulge pressing into her clit every time she rolled her hips into him. With her hold on his hair softening, Harry trailed his eyes down the length of her body, dramatically widening in shock when she removed one hand and placed it behind her on his knee, giving her more range to move.

Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, sharp breaths tumbling from her cherry lips while he stared, completely mesmerized, at the way she rocked her pelvis in sensual motions to fuck herself on his length.

“Mia – God…” He moaned, leaning back to enjoy the view more. Her hands lipped out of his hair to rest on his clothed chest, her fingers behind her digging into his knee as she sped up a little. The stimulation to Harry felt like bliss, his toes curling already as he was about to ruin another pair of boxers by jizzing into them.

He breathed heavily, “Baby, baby…” He whimpered, “Mia, wait.”

She blinked her eyes open and froze, stopping mid-rock of her hips to cast her eyes down. Her cheeks flamed instantly at Harry’s slight rejection but his hands came up her back to hold her shoulders, kissing her deeply and roughly while pulling her completely into his chest, “You’re so sexy.” He breathed against her spit-slicked lips.

“Harry,” Mia whispered, “I want you.”

He buried his face into her collarbone, “Fuck! D-Don’t say that.” His hips jerked up and he stifled a low moan, “Just – wait.” He tried to recompose himself, thinking of all possible things to stave off a premature orgasm. Mia must think he was some sex-addicted man with how many orgasms she had pulled from him already without ever laying a finger on him.

Whenever they were intimate, Harry had usually had more than one orgasm each time. It was a little embarrassing but Mia took pride in it at the same time. Once again, Grey’s Anatomy had taught her a lot about the ins and outs of intercourse, along with the stories she had heard from Hazel.

Even though she tried to block most of it out because it was so filthy, she did know that orgasms weren’t always so obvious. Women didn’t reach one, or men didn’t. So Mia deemed herself lucky with Harry that they could both get the other there.

“S-Sorry,” He stuttered, breathing into her neck, “’m about to cum. Need a second.”

“Okay.” Mia whispered back, “Okay.” She gently stroked through his hair, keeping herself still as she listened to the violent breathing of Harry. He swallowed thickly, “Get me off so easily, Mi. It’s like I’m fifteen again.”

She smiled to herself, holding onto his shoulders, “Fifteen?”

Harry chuckled, gently palming her back, “Yeah. Got my first porn magazine at fifteen and it was the first time I saw boobs.”

“Oh my god.” Mia sputtered out a laugh, shaking on top of Harry as he smiled along, “Yeah, I know.”

The little joke made the mood lighter again and Mia kissed Harry’s forehead, “Are you okay?”

“Mhm, I’m good. Sorry.”

She shook her head, “No, it’s fine. It’s – uh, been a little while.” She mumbled and Harry nodded, “It has been.” He pulled her closer again and tilted his head up to kiss her jaw, “I missed you so much, m’love. Really. Not just this, but everything. Talking to you, having lunch together, calling on the phone, watching a movie and falling asleep next to you. Missed everything.”

Her heart fluttered at his gentle words. She bit her lip to fight a wide grin and hugged him closer, “I missed you too, Harry. You’re my best friend.”

“Mia.” He crooned, holding her tightly to him as he closed his eyes and basked in her perfume, a scent so familiar it could put him right to sleep, “You’re my best friend too, bub. I adore you.”

They stayed entwined for a little bit, kissing whatever patch of skin their lips rested against. For Harry it was her throat, for Mia is was his forehead.

“I have a little surprise for you.” She eventually whispered. Harry felt her ribs underneath his fingers as he pulled back with raised brows, “You do?”

Her face was a soft pink as she nibbled her lip and nodded, “I do. If you’re – uh, up for it.”

Harry knew she meant it with genuine concern, but he couldn’t help but smirk at her little dig. He playfully pinched her hip, “I’m up for it, my darling.” He reassured her. Mia stifled a little giggle and nodded, licking her lips nervously, “I… I bought something. A-And I’m wearing it.” She sheepishly spoiled the surprise and Harry’s face lit up, “Shit, really?” He whispered, stroking his hands up her thighs with a smile, “Did my little angel surprise me?”

Mia blushed deeper and nodded, “Yes.”

Harry hummed and kissed her throat, “’M so lucky.”

Mia giggled and felt her confidence rising in her chest before Harry pulled back, “Want to show me?”

“Uh-huh.” Mia nodded, feeling slightly short on breath as Harry kept stroking her thighs, his thumbs stretched out to tickle the inner part of them and moving up to her groin. She trembled a little and Harry smirked, “Do you want to undress for me? Or want me to do it?” He whispered.

Mia contemplated his words before taking a breath, “I want to do it.”

“Fuck.” Harry cursed under his breath before nodding, “Yeah. Okay.” He helped her stand up from his thighs. Mia stood in his bedroom and Harry scooted back until his back met the wall next to his bed, lazily leaning against it. His eyes trailed over her form, from the bunched up skirt to her flushed cheeks, he bit his lip, “Go ahead, m’love.”

Mia’s fingers tingled as she nodded and first seared for the zipper of her skirt to get it off all the way. Her hair curtained around her when she looked down to find it, realizing her skirt was turned around a little so her zipper was now in the back instead of on the side. Her fingertips managed to undo it and she pulled it down around her thighs until it pooled around her ankles.

Her heartrate accelerated when she hesitated, wanting to make it a little bit sexy for Harry when she attempted to strip for him. But Mia quickly realized how foolish she’d look, trying to dance for him when she was this shy, so she stuck to clumsily taking off every article of clothing one by one.

With her jumper off, she was left in a long-sleeved black shirt, her tights and her underwear underneath. Harry’s hand was on his own thigh, slowly but surely creeping up to palm himself as he watched her, breath stuck in his throat.

He could tell she was nervous, but she braved through it, wanting to do this for herself and push herself a little. Mia flicked her eyes up to him nervously and Harry felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer at the sight of her pale blue irises staring into his.

“Doing so good, Mi.” He praised softly before licking his lip, “D’you mind if I touch myself? When watching you?”

Her brows raised as she felt a jolt of arousal shooting right between her legs, a slight clenching of her muscles that went unnoticed by Harry who kept his eyes on her face. Mia swallowed and shook hear head, “N-No, go ahead.”

He nodded and wasted no time in slightly pushing down his sweats and boxers, cock springing free and slapping into his shirt-covered abdomen. He was rock hard, standing tall with a slight curve to the left. Mia bore her eyes into Harry’s, somehow fighting the urge to look down when she saw his arm moving and she assumed he took a hold of himself to stroke.

“You can look.” Harry reassured her, keeping his eyes on hers as Mia hesitated, and then slowly but surely dragged her eyes down until she saw him pumping himself in a slow, lazy rhythm. He was long, and wide, and veiny. Tip a dark red, scarlet like his lips after kissing for so long, and his hand seemed a lot smaller when wrapped around his dick.

But the sight was mesmerizing, Harry pleasuring himself. If his words were true, he had sat like this in his room many times the past few days, with her on his mind. She could imagine it, scrunched up brows in pleasure, breathless moans of her name.

Harry knew that the sight of him wanking would either make Mia more shy, or it would boost her confidence. And by the way her spine straightened and her shoulders lowered a tad, it was the second. She felt confident, knowing what effect she had on him.

So Mia continued, taking a breath before pulling her arms out of the holes of her shirt, pulling it off over her head. The air hit her torso, just a flimsy, lace bralette covering her and doing a very shit job at hiding her hardened nipples.

Harry’s hand sped up at the sight of her, his eyes hooding when the soft purple adorned her body so delicately, “Shit, Mia… ‘s fucking gorgeous.”

Her ego was boosted even more and she watched as he squeezed himself a little harder, twisting his fist more. His breath shortened when he watched her like this. It was lace, little flowery patterns embroidered in the triangle shape of the bralette that she had bought to wear for him.

Mia nervously adjusted the strap on one of her shoulders before taking a breath and hooking her fingers into the tight waistband of her tights. She struggled ever so slightly in taking them off but Harry was mesmerized by the sight of the matching purple panties she wore.

The crotch was cotton, but the top was the same lacy material and it sat snug around her hips, the colour fitting her perfectly as he sighed and tilted his head to the side, shaking his head to himself while grabbing himself a little tighter, “God damn.” He cursed.

Her lips curled up shyly at the speechless reaction he gave her. Harry’s eyes dragged up and down her body a few times, licking his lip repeatedly, “Can I see the back, lovie?”

Mia bit her lip and turned around, hearing the unmistakable gasp from Harry’s throat when he saw the panties were a thong, a thin sliver of lace between her ass cheeks and making her look more round and plump and delicious as he stared at her exposed flesh.

He wanted to sink his teeth into her, devour her, and spank her until she’d let out those breathy little whimpers that always did him in.

“Do you like it?” Mia asked as she turned back around, unsure of what to do with her arms. Harry swallowed and lazily nodded, “So beautiful, Mia. I swear… never seen anything like you. C’mere, please.”

She took his invitation immediately, and Harry’s hand found her hip as he urged her to sit on his lap again. His legs were straightened out more with just his ankles hanging over the side, sitting up against the wall.

His knuckles bumped into her tummy from the hand he used to jerk off as he kept his eyes on her covered breasts, curiously trailing his fingertips over the lace border at the top of the delicate triangle covering her up. His lips followed, kissing over the swells of her breast as he teasingly dared stroking his thumb over one of her nipples.

Mia tensed up and bit her lip, muscles tensing in anticipation. Harry sighed and kissed her collarbone, “Can I take my clothes off, too?”

“Yes.” She immediately answered, “Please.”

He smiled into her skin and nodded, removing his hand from around him to urge her back a little so he could slip his shirt off. His pants lowered down his thighs, Harry flicked his eyes up to hers, “Pants too?”

Mia nodded and allowed Harry room to remove all his clothes. He was completely naked now, making himself comfortable as he laid down the length of his bed, head up on his pillow with eyes drunkenly staring at Mia, who shyly sat at the end of it.

“Come sit on my lap, baby.” Harry rasped, one hand back to stroking himself. The muscles in his abdomen flexed, and Mia crawled up his lap slowly while letting her eyes devour him. He was a work of art, just so… beautiful. The ink decorated him perfectly, the little scars and birthmarks making her tremble. His imperfections would always do it for her, she realized.

“Hi.” She stupidly mumbled when her thighs fit around him and she felt the warmth of his legs against hers. Harry’s dimples showed when he smiled back and breathed out a chuckle, “Hi, lovie. Wanna give me a kiss?”

“Yes, please.” Mia piped up, tucking her hair behind her ear as she leaned down. Harry’s hand rested on the back of her head and she felt his moving hand against her belly as he continued pleasuring himself. Their tongues slowly moved together as she lost herself in the familiar contact, easing her nerves for whatever new step they were about to take.

Harry pulled back with a little smack, gently moving his thumb over her jaw, “Want to do like you did before? Looked so sexy grinding on top of me…” He murmured, “So sexy I had to stop you.”

Mia nodded, remembering how good it felt and how she lost herself in the contact while grinding on him earlier. Harry’s hand slipped from her face and trailed down her spine until palming her ass cheek, “Come a little higher.” He whispered.

Mia’s breath hitched in her throat when she scooted up, and Harry removed his hand from between them until she sat directly on top of his bare dick. He breathed out a shaky moan, closing his eyes for a brief moment as she soft cotton of her panties made contact with his very hard dick. He spread his legs a little behind her, getting comfortable.

“Go ahead, love… use me to make yourself feel good. You can do whatever you want.” He held her thighs and Mia’s brows raised, “Oh – uh…”

“’S okay.” Harry reassured her when he saw her blanking a little at the freedom he gave her. Mia nodded and Harry squeezed her thighs, “Just start with what you did before, hm? Want to sit up straight? Let me look at you?”

“Okay.” She breathed, straightening up. The times they had grinded before, Harry had been sitting up. Either against the headboard, or the couch, or holding himself up with a hand behind him when they were on the bed. Now, he was completely flat and Mia towered over him.

They weren’t touching, except for their aching centres and Mia was unsure of what to do with her hands, gently placing them on Harry’s chest to brave himself. His fingers on her leg eased her a little as he focused his eyes back on her chest, “You’re such a dream.” He whispered, “’M so crazy about you.”

Mia’s hips twitched at his praise and she gasped, feeling him so clearly against her. Harry hummed, giving her thigh another squeeze, “Keep going, Mia.”

She nodded and searched for a rhythm, rocking her hips slowly and tentatively until she got more comfortable. Harry moaned softly when she stimulated him, cock flat against his belly and her pussy as she grinded on him.

“You’re so wet, baby.” Harry whispered, “I can feel you… wrecking those pretty panties you bought for me.”

“Yes.” Mia lazily whispered back, unable to keep her eyes anywhere but the way her pelvis rolled into his prick. She studied him, easy for her to see now. He was easy to feel too, rolling against her budding clit as she leaked through her panties and her arousal warmed him and eased the glide. Her panties weren’t rough against his sensitive skin, the cotton gentle and moist.

“Oh god.” She whispered, watching as he oozed some precum on his tummy. Harry gasped at the feeling, “Fuck – Mia… see what you do to me?”

Mia found herself nodding, her confidence rising. She shifted a little in her position, getting more comfortable. She straightened up more, throwing her head back in pleasure with her hair cascading down her back. Harry stared at her stretched out torso, ribs widening with each harsh gasp as she pushed her tits out, nipples hard against the purple lace of the bralette.

Harry’s fingers dug into her thighs and Mia moved one hand back again, finding his knee to balance herself as she rocked with more confidence and strength.

He loved seeing her like this, losing herself in the pleasure as her arousal soaked through her panties and wetted him. Their bodies worked well together, both pulling the most pleasure out of the other. Harry bucked his hips back up and Mia whined, a sound that made him twitch as he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure, “Mia.” Harry moaned.

“Oh – Harry.” She whimpered back, breathing getting shorter as she worked herself harder on top of him. He pressed into her nerves deliciously each time she rocked her pelvis, that one vein specifically flicking against her clit.

“Harry…” She moaned again and he swallowed thickly, “Where d’you need me, love? What do you want?” He asked, out of breath. Mia’s lips gaped as she fought for oxygen and Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear, letting it snap against her tummy, “Mia, what do you want?” He repeated.

“You!” She exhaled in a cry, unable to keep the volume down as the coil in her tummy grew tight, “You, you, you…” She chanted and Harry groaned, harshly grabbing her ass and pulling her up. Mia whimpered at the loss of contact, falling forward with her hands slamming against the wall behind his bed. Her hair fell around her as he pulled her up more until she scooted up and sat down on his chest.

Harry’s eyes looked hooded as he licked his lips, and his hands anchored up her hips before he urged her down on his mouth. Mia could hardly keep up with him, her mouth opening in a high-pitched moan when she felt the warmth of his mouth over her panties, “Harry!” She whined.

He moaned against her, feeling the wet patch of her panties against his mouth as he held her hips down. She was trembling, holding her hands against the wall as he pushed his tongue against her through the fabric of her purple underwear. His mouth enveloped her whole, locking around her clit and licking her. Mia whined again, hips stuttering against his mouth as Harry pulled her down.

“Oh my god.” Mia moaned, rolling her hips against him. His nose bumped into her covered clit and Mia swore she could feel the coolness of his piercing against her throbbing, wet clit.

“Please,” She cried pathetically with screwed-shut eyes, “please, please.” She had no idea what she was so shamelessly begging for, but Harry growled against her. His cock twitched against his tummy as he grew frustrated with the position and quickly yanked her back again.

Mia’s eyes stayed closed as she let Harry easily throw her around. He lifted her and quickly got off the bed, her body bouncing on the mattress as he came on top of her. She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her, pulling Mia into a deep kiss that made her mind spiral even more.

Her fingers were in his hair, legs locked around him as he laid between her thighs, naked prick pushing into her panties. “Harry…” She whispered and he nodded, “I know, no pouting, m’love.”

She was about to apologize but couldn’t as he jerked his hips into her and she gasped out, arching her back at the contact. Harry used the opportunity of her shock to shimmy down her body and leave wet kisses in his wake. He kissed her nipples over her bralette and then kissed lower, yanking her panties down easily to leave Mia bare.

Harry clumsily manoeuvred around the single bed, eventually stepping out of it and dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, grabbing Mia’s ankles to yank her down too. She yelped when being dragged down the soft duvet, Harry quickly throwing her legs over his shoulders until her ankles dangled against his back and he got to eating her properly.

“Oh my god!” Mia squeaked at the feeling of his mouth lapping up her wetness, without barriers this time. Her eyes rolled back, her chest arched and her hips stuttered against his mouth as he held her down and roughly ate her. His tongue spread her folds until he sucked her wet clit into his mouth, moaning at her taste and her wetness dropping from his chin.

It was easy now to push his tongue inside of her, and Harry fucked her sensually with his mouth for a little bit. Her walls rippled around his tongue as he pushed and curled it to satisfy her, and the noises coming from her mouth proved how could of a job he was doing.

Mia’s fingers were tight in his hair, her other hand death-gripping the duvet she was laying on as she stared up at the ceiling.

Harry pulled back for air, sucking a hickey into her thigh as he licked his wet lips, “Mia,” he breathed.

She didn’t respond, her ears ringing and her breath caught in her throat. Harry smirked at her state, chest heaving up and down quickly as she tried to deal with the pleasure he gave her. Harry brought his hand up, pressing his palm to her aching pussy. Mia jolted up with a whine, legs spasming on his shoulders as he smirked wider, “Don’t ignore me.” He ordered.

“S-Sorry,” Mia gasped, “sorry.”

“’S okay,” He gave her pussy a squeeze and Mia bit her lip to keep from crying out as Harry tutted her, “y’didn’t mean to, did you?”

“N-No, I didn’t. Promise.” She spoke through harsh breaths. Harry hummed, “There’s my good girl. Baby, can I try something?”

Mia swallowed, trying very hard to focus on anything else than his warm hand pressed to her cunt, her clit right between two of his long fingers and he used that opportunity to play with her more and drive her to the brink of insanity.

She squeaked out with every movement he made and swallowed again, “Yes.” She breathed, “Please.”

“Fuck,” Harry whispered, kissing her thigh right over the bruise he sucked into her smooth skin, “’m gonna have you cum on my tongue, yeah? Just how you like it.”

Mia nodded eagerly, “Yes – yes…”

“In a minute,” He tutted, “don’t be impatient, sweetheart.”

She bit her lip again, tears forming in her eyes at how needy she felt. Her skin was on fire, hairline glistening in a thin layer of sweat. She nodded again, “Sorry.”

“And when you cum, ‘m gonna keep going. Is that okay?”

Mia blinked a few times, remembering he tried that last time too. When she sat on his mouth and she came, and he pushed her off and wanted to finger her. It had felt like way too much, but she had stopped him before he could really do anything. Mia bit her lip in thought and Harry licked over the bruise, “Mia, use your words, be a good girl for me and answer my question. Yes or no?”

She gulped, “Yes.” She whimpered and Harry hummed, “Good, good girl. We can still stop, yeah? Yes doesn’t have to mean yes for everything. If you want me to stop, tell me to stop.”

Warmth spread through Mia’s body at his kind words and she nodded, melting into the bed, “Okay. Yeah – okay.” She rushed out, needing him to get on with it. Harry felt her pulsing against his palm, wetting his hand as she tried to keep her hips still instead of rocking into him. He gave her cunt another playful squeeze, flicking her clit once before putting his mouth back on her.

Overstimulation was one of his favourite things. Mia was squirmy, sensitive and responsive, and Harry couldn’t wait to feel how she pushed herself to be good for him.

He licked her clit, flat of his tongue rolling against her throbbing nerves as he kept running his tongue over her little pussy in patterns. She tasted delicious, her stomach clenching with her impending orgasm. Harry opened his eyes to see her with her head thrown back, her chest up and her mouth open wide in breathy moans of his name.

Her thighs trembled on his shoulders, Mia completely losing herself on the feeling of his tongue.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Harry breathed against her, locking his lips over her clit to suck in sharp pulses and Mia cried out, coming on cue as if a dog doing tricks. Pleasure seeped through her bones as Harry sucked her throbbing pearl between his lips and drilled his tongue against her.

“Oh my god!” She moaned, “Harry…”

At the peak of her orgasm, Harry pushed in a finger. He used his other hand to hold her down, hips jolting up when she felt his finger inside of her. She gasped in sharply, chest sucked in with a harsh breath as he did the same thing he did last time, the tip of his finger walking along the spot inside of her that made her see stars. She shuddered and gasped and felt like she was melting, but bit her tongue to keep herself from stopping him.

She wanted to try, she wanted to be good for him, she wanted to feel like this for the rest of her life. Safe, warm and blissed-out after Harry took care of her.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets as she struggled for air, realizing Harry stroking her g-spot only elongated her orgasm.

“Oh – Harry… I’m –“ Mia whimpered, eyes rolling back as she continued spasming, unsure if she was convulsing in the aftermath of her orgasm or if it was the build-up of a new one. He kept licking at her clit and Harry made the decision, feeling that she was wet enough, to add a second finger.

Mia whined at the feeling of his digits stretching her, not even having the time to worry about it as the initial little sting was immediately forgotten, his fingers massaging her from the inside out. “Oh god…” She gasped, hips bucking uncontrollably, “Harry!” She cried when the end of her orgasm bled right into the next one and it felt even more powerful.

It was like an orgasm in an orgasm, and Mia couldn’t feel her legs as she toppled over the edge. It was on the brink of slightly painful but pleasurable enough that she’d beg for this the rest of her life. Her fingers yanked on his hair to get him to disengage, his lips finally slipping from around her clit as she convulsed, walls tightening and clenching around his fingers as she only released more arousal over his hand.

“Fuck.” Harry moaned staring intently at her wet pussy as his fingers disappeared inside of her time and time again, glistening in her juices. Mia let out a sharp cry and gasped in a breath, “S-Stop!”

And Harry stopped immediately, seizing the thrusting of his fingers as he flicked his eyes up to her face. He couldn’t see her, she was staring at the ceiling, but the veins in her neck were pulsing, her chest was heaving and her ribs sucked in with sharp breaths.

Harry shushed her softly and kissed over her thigh, gently pulling his fingers from her. “Good, good, good girl.” He praised her gently, pressing kisses over her trembling legs that he gently unhooked from around his shoulders. They dropped over the edge of the bed like dead weight, muscles spasming in little aftershocks as Harry stood up from his kneeled position.

His legs felt wobbly himself and he let his eyes over Mia’s red thigh where his mouth had maimed her, and her swollen, throbbing pussy. The sight of her spread open for him made his leaking cock twitch, and he blindly took a hold of himself to soothe the ache of depriving him of an orgasm this entire time.

Mia had yet to say something, still catching her breath as she could hardly feel below her hips. She did feel Harry’s hands on her ribs to scoot her up on the bed again. The act of service made her hum softly, comfortably resting on Harry’s bed as he gently lifted her head to pop a pillow underneath her.

Her thighs were spread, trembling still from the two orgasms she had at the hands of her boyfriend, who sat on his knees between her legs with a hand around himself.

“Harry,” Mia rasped, licking her lip and drawing a breath, “you’re s-“

“I know.” He nodded, stroking himself, “don’t have to do anything Mi.” He beat her to it, “Just stay like this, hm? ‘M gonna cum to the fucking sight of your wet, little pussy. Such a dream.”

Mia felt slightly grateful for the fact that Harry didn’t need her to do anything. She felt bad for not having touched him even once, but her limbs just wouldn’t cooperate right now. She stared at his face as he kept his eyes trained on her naked cunt, folds and thighs wet with the aftermath of her orgasms and Harry sped up his hand, grunting under his breath.

He scooted a little higher, moving one leg to straddle on of Mia’s thighs as his breathing got shorter. He was slick in precum and Mia watched with mesmerized eyes how he played with himself and worked himself to an orgasm. His hand rested on her ribs for stability as he continuously ran his eyes up and down her body, “Fuck – Mia… s’gorgeous.”

He didn’t ask for permission to touch her breast, but Mia didn’t care. Harry’s hand slowly crept up her torso, moving from her ribs to softly palm her right breast. He bit his lip to hide a groan, his hand covering her whole over the bralette as he gave her boob a gentle squeeze. Mia felt unfamiliar with the contact but let him explore her.

“Jesus, baby…” He whimpered, slowly but surely moving his eyes up to lock with hers. He stared at her with slight hesitance before his cheeks took a pink turn and he swallowed, “Tell me I’m a good boy.”

Mia was baffled, blinking at him for a moment as he straddled her thigh, jerked off and touched her boob while asking for praise. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Harry pleaded with her, “Please?” He whispered.

Mia swallowed and fought her shy blush, nodding, “Y-You’re so good, Harry. Such a good boy.”

“Fuck.” He cried out, jerking his hips forward into his hand with a desperate moan, squeezing her breast harder, “Yeah? ‘M such a good boy for you, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” Mia whispered, “Always a perfect boy for me.”

He gasped, “Oh god! C-Can I cum? Mommy, please… can I cum on your wet pussy?”

Mia swore her vagina came back to life as she stared at him with wide eyes, eventually nodding, “Y-Yes – you can cum.” She murmured, unsure if he even heard her. Harry threw his head back with a cry, muscles spasming and thighs shaking as he came. His come spurted out of him in ropes, painting Mia’s pussy and her spread thighs as he continued tugging on himself in short, sharp strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Harry hissed, slowing down once he hadn’t one drop left to give. He blinked his eyes open lazily, staring down at his cum covering Mia’s folds, her clit and the apex of her thighs. His mouth watered and he flicked his eyes up to hers.

As if Mia could read his thoughts, she softly shook her head, “I-I can’t.”

“I know.” Harry softly smiled, giving her boob another soft squeeze before removing his hand and leaning down over her. He kissed her, “I know, baby.” And then he kissed her again. Mia gladly wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in his warm and soft kisses after the vulnerable and intimate moment they just shared. She had no issues lying bare on his bed like this with Harry’s release all over her.

“I love you.” She whispered, nuzzling her nose against his. Harry hummed and kissed her again, “Love you s’much, lovie.”

They kissed for another moment before Harry kissed the tip of her nose, “Let me clean you up, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Mia lazily sighed, dropping her arms from around him. Harry walked through the apartment stark naked, into the bathroom to get a towel as Mia shifted on the bed. She closed her legs and sighed out, patiently waiting for Harry to return as fatigue took over.

They lazed around the bed for a little, Harry doting over her and praising her as he kissed her pouty lips and cleaned up between her legs. Mia felt floaty and sensitive, and Harry helped her get dressed in fresh panties she brought in her duffle bag before giving her a shirt of his. Mia brought her own pyjamas, but Harry wanted her in nothing else but his clothes. The shirt fell long, covering most of her behind as he and Mia walked towards the bathroom to get ready for the night.

Both were too tired for a shower and soon, with brushed teeth and moisturized skin, they cuddled underneath the sheets of Harry’s small bed. He spooned Mia tightly, kissing her shoulder continuously as he waited for her breathing to even out.

Mia’s eyes were closed as she laced her fingers with Harry’s against her chest, gently rubbing the roof of her foot over his calf as they warmed up on his mattress, sharing a pillow.

“What’re you doing for the holidays?” Mia whispered into the silent bedroom. It had been on her mind for a while now, and Harry said they’d talk about it tonight but they hadn’t yet, so she decided to bring it up herself. She was in a state of near-sleep but she knew she’d sleep restless if she didn’t know his answer.

Harry yawned against the back of her neck, holding her tightly to him. He didn’t mind the single bed whatsoever if it meant wrapping Mia in his arms the entire night, “I usually go home for two weeks.” Harry mumbled sleepily, “What about you?”

Mia pressed her lips together , staring at the wall next to his bed, “I – uh… Well, my parents usually go on a holiday. Two years ago, I spent it with my grandma. Then she passed away a few weeks later in January. Last year, I spent it alone and then my friends came over after they celebrated with their families. We watched a movie.” Mia remembered her friends showing up at her house with food. She missed them terribly.

“On your own?” Harry frowned, his heart shattering for his lovely Mia spending the holidays by herself. He bit his lip, “Come home with me, please.”

Mia frowned, “What?”

Harry hummed, “Yeah. I’ve told my parents about you, they’re dying to meet you. And Edward already calls you Mi.” He chuckled, remembering how excited his brother was when he told him about Mia over the phone. Harry bit his lips, “We could go home for a week and then come back here?”

Mia felt her insides firing up, “You… You want me to spend the entire week with you?” She checked.

“Of course.” Harry whispered, “I want you to spend your entire life with me.” He kissed her neck “I love you so much, Mia.” He sighed, “Want you with me all the time, and my parents already love you. I-If you want, of course. But ‘m so proud of you, want everyone to see how lucky I am.”

Tears formed in her eyes as she squeezed his fingers harder, pushing herself back into Harry’s chest, “I love, love, love you.” She whispered, “Please, take me home with you.”

Harry smiled and hummed, “Of course. ‘S gonna be amazing. I’ll call mum tomorrow.”

A few more affectionate kisses later, both of them fell into a dreamy sleep.

***

It wasn’t specifically a dreamy night, though.

Harry’s friends came home drunk at around four in the morning, Niall somehow forgetting where his room was and barging into Harry’s. Harry frowned sleepily, curling himself around Mia to shield her from the light as he mumbled a curse under his breath.

He whispered to Mia to go back to sleep as she shifted a little and she sighed out lazily before falling back into her dream – of her and Harry celebrating Christmas together. Niall eventually left and by the time it was morning, Harry and Mia gradually woke up.

He doted over her with kisses and Mia turned around with a sleepy smile, cuddling into Harry and kissing his neck. He slipped his hands underneath the white shirt she wore, palming her back and feeling her warmth as she hooked her leg over his hips.

Harry woke up with his usual morning erection, but both ignored it and opted for cuddles and kisses while celebrating the first day of their school break. Mia felt carefree, in her boyfriend’s arms without a thought on her mind. She was rested, even if her back was a little sore from sleeping in a single bed and Harry holding her so tightly throughout the night.

“Can I take a shower?” Mia whispered into his neck, eyes closed as she nuzzled into him, “I feel a little gross and sticky.”

Harry smirked and hummed, “Hmm… cumming twice will do that to you.”

“Harry.” Mia gasped with red cheeks and he chuckled while pulling her closer to him, “Of course you can shower, m’love. I have to warn you though… we share this shower, the three of us. ‘S not the most luxurious or clean bathroom you’ve ever seen.”

Mia smiled, “I don’t care. Do you… - uh, do you also need a shower?”

Harry’s insides burned as he bit his lip, carefully nodding, “I might. Why d’you ask, Mi? Wanna save water with me?”

She giggled into his chest, “I might.” She teased back and Harry pinched her ass which had her yelp.

Her hair was messy around them as they kissed, Harry holding onto Mia’s thigh as she rolled on top of him. His erection pressed into her tummy as he slipped his hand to her ass to rock her into him. He felt horny all over again, but kept it to playful little touches without really starting anything up.

Harry lazily got out of the bed, opening up his blinds a little and cracking a window before yawning and pulling out a pair of boxers from his closet, “You can wear these.”

“Thank you.” Mia smiled as she slid them up her legs. The scattered clothes on the floor reminded her of the night before and she blushed while grinning, all the good memories filling her brain. Harry carefully opened up his bedroom door, peeking into the living room with a loud sigh, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He groaned.

Mia peaked over his shoulder, chuckling under her breath when she saw Zayn on the couch, snoring loudly with his mouth open and his pants halfway down his legs. His shoes were still on and he didn’t have a blanket over him.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, “He’s literally got a bed across the hall, what the fuck.”

Mia pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh, and Harry shook his head to himself before he made his way into the living room. Mia followed him but stopped by Zayn’s side before moving into the bathroom with Harry. She softly placed a blanket over a sleeping Zayn and then joined Harry with her lip tucked between her teeth.

“What?” She smiled when she saw the look he gave her. He shook his head with a chuckle, “You’re so cute.” And then he kissed her.

Harry heated up the shower and Mia glanced around the bathroom, seeing the array of toothbrushes scattered around. Hers was neatly in her toiletry bag on the windowsill, and Harry quickly shoved away a few pairs of boxers, shooting her a sheepish look, “I told you so.”

“It’s fine.” Mia shook her head, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the boxers to push them down. Harry’s smile faltered as he stared at the length of her legs, grey cotton panties covering her up. Mia glanced at the door, “No lock?”

“Nope.” Harry sighed, “No lock.”

Mia blushed slightly and bit her lip, “Better make it quick then.” She shoved all her thoughts away and grabbed the shirt, pulling it off over her head. She was well aware that she had never been topless in front of Harry and she hadn’t imagined it being in a brightly lit, filthy bathroom that he shared with two others and that had no lock, but the look on his face didn’t disappoint.

Harry stared at Mia’s exposed chest, soft breasts with darkened nipples. They were a little uneven, but he adored that about her. Mia hid her pink face by also discarding of her underwear and then quickly hopping behind the shower curtain to shield herself Harry.

He exhaled a breathy chuckle and pulled out a few fluffy towels, undressing himself before stepping into the shower too. Mia was already wet, her back to him when he closed the shower curtain and joined her in the crammed little space.

His fingers ran through the length of her soaked hair before he gently held her hip and turned her around. Mia watched as Harry stepped under the stream, his hair matting to his forehead and glistening drops of warm water sliding down his toned body.

God, she loved him. And she was so horny once more.

They exchanged playful, teasing kisses and touches in the shower, Harry taking the time to wash her boobs and feel them in his hands as he bit his lip and only grew harder. Mia noticed, his dick at full mast between them. She rinsed the suds out of her hair and was surprised to have Harry pushing her against the shower wall before he locked their lips together.

Mia closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. The steam of the shower surrounded them as Harry sighed into her mouth, licking into her and tasting her lips. His cock pressed into her tummy and Harry moaned softly, “Can I try something?” He asked.

Her wet nipples were hard against his chest and Mia leaned her head back with parted lips, catching her breaths. She nodded at him, “Mhm.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” He whispered, holding his dick with one hand, “I won’t push in, or anything. If it’s uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” He promised. Mia felt a little nervous at his apologetic words before he even did anything, and she nodded, “Y-Yeah, okay.”

Harry bit his lip and sunk down his knees, angling himself between her legs. Mia felt him, her jaw opening when he pressed into her, folds parting around his shaft as he grinded between her legs.

“Oh –“ She gasped at the feeling, still sensitive and a little sore from the night before, but feeling him bare against her, feeling her wetness coating him as he gently moved back and forth, was worth everything. She tightly held onto his shoulders as Harry rested his forehead against hers, “Good?”

“Yes.” Mia whispered, nodding, “S-So good… you feel so good.”

“Shit, Mia.” Harry groaned, tightly closing his eyes again, “’M gonna fill you up so deep and good one day…”

Her eyes widened, staring at his closed ones, and Harry was completely lost in his head. Mia was wet, her slick arousal making the glide easy as he grinded against her bare pussy. She was warm and soft and he was holding himself back tremendously as he shakily exhaled, “Make love to you all the time, I’ll make you feel so good…” His hands held her hips, “’M gonna pump you full of my cum one day, hm? Do it again and again until I put a baby in you.”

Mia gasped, hips bucking at their own accord. Harry moaned at the feeling, digging his fingers into his ass until they were lost in a deep make-out session. The water cascaded down Harry’s tensed back, his still slowly grinding against Mia’s as she trembled on her legs.

“C-Can I touch you? Please?” Her voice was gentle as she slipped a hand down his wet chest, “Please,” She repeated, “want to make you feel good.”

“Christ, Mia – fuck…” Harry sighed, nodding eagerly, “Yes, yes, please touch me. Please.”

She nodded too and was grateful for Harry’s hand covering her own, guiding it down as he slipped from between her legs and urged her to take a hold of him. She felt him slick and warm, veiny against her palm. And she could feel him throbbing. Harry’s hand left hers and Mia swallowed while blinking a few times, “Uh… what do I do?”

Harry kissed her cheekbone with closed eyes, knowing if he opened them he’d cum immediately. To see Mia’s innocent eyes and her small hand wrapped around his cock, he’d be done fore.

“L-Little more pressure, little harder.” He breathed, moaning when she followed his instructions. He nodded, “That’s good, baby, that’s so good.”

Mia nodded, and tightened her grip a little until Harry shakily exhaled, “Slide up and down, all the way to the tip… give it a gentle squeeze if you want – fuck!” He cursed in a gasp, “Yeah, like that… god, that’s good, so good…” He spilled when Mia did what he asked her to do. She wrapped her hand tighter, sliding from the base all the way to his tip – which seemed endless – before giving a gentle squeeze.

“’S good, baby.” Harry slurred lazily, kissing her cheek again, “Y-You can alternate in pressure.”

Mia licked her lip and focussed, following his instructions as she did just that, tightening and untightening her hand every other stroke. Harry jutted his hips into her hand, “L-Little faster, lovie. And you can s-swipe your thumb over the head.”

She raised her brows in concentration, staring at the way her hand touched him before carefully stroking her thumb over the tip of him. Harry moaned lowly, “Yes! Yes, yes, fuck… ‘m so sensitive, Mi… got me so hard just from sleeping next to you. M’dreamy girl.”

“Harry…” She whispered, getting more comfortable in touching him even if her arm ached and her legs were shaky. She was wet again.

“Just like that.” Harry praised her and Mia looked back down between them, fitting her lip between her teeth, “You’re so big.” She remarked.

Harry suddenly gasped, and Mia’s eyes widened tremendously when she felt him pulsing against her hand and he orgasmed. His cum shot out, streaking over her tummy and her hand around him. Harry moaned out, breathing harshly into her neck as he fucked himself into her hand until he was done.

“Fuck – s-sorry. I couldn’t stop.” He panted. Mia felt him softening and gently released him, stretching her hand to rinse it off as she pecked his shoulder, “It’s okay.”

They were about to talk more, possibly discuss if that was okay for her and if that was okay for him. It was a new step, her touching him, and they hadn’t really spoken about it much, so both wanted the other to be comfortable with what just happened.

Before they got the chance to, the door suddenly opened and they heard stumbling.

Mia gasped in shock at the light coming in, only the shower curtain shielding her naked body from whoever came in.

“What the fuck?!” Harry snapped, wrapping his arms around Mia to cover as much of her as possible as he looked over his shoulder.

“Sorry!” Niall choked out and before either of them could say something, they heard retching and vomiting. Mia stifled her laugh as she pressed her hand to her mouth and Harry closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Mia’s, “Jesus.” He groaned, as Niall continued throwing up.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry whispered to Mia, who shook her head while hiding her laugh, “It’s okay.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Harry groaned as Niall sputtered a little more and eventually flushed the toilet. Mia and Harry heard the turning on of the faucet as Niall cleared his throat and coughed a few times, “Mornin’, Mia.”

“Hi.” She piped back, “Did you have fun last night.”

Harry shot her a look, “Are you seriously having a casual conversation right now?” He whispered and Mia shrugged as Niall coughed again, “Fantastic, I don’t remember a thing.”

“Get out.” Harry groaned in frustration and Niall chuckled, “At least I waited until you finished to disturb you two.”

“Oh my god.” Mia winced, cheeks firing up as Harry’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat, “Right.”

“Bye!” Niall sang before leaving again and Harry shot Mia a mortified look, who was once again fighting her laughter. They stood entwined against the shower wall and Harry shook his head, “Fucking hell. ‘S a good thing we’re going home for a bit. Some time to ourselves.”

“Yeah.” Mia smiled, chest fluttering at the thought of going home with Harry, “I can’t wait.”

“Can’t wait either, sweetheart.” Harry smiled and then they kissed again.

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