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#Poorly Drawn MDZS#MDZS#season 1#wei wuxian#lan wangji#to wwxâs credit the plan wasnât a *bad* one#he just had to stop and ogle a man's back for like...2 min too long#mind you he is looking at all those scars and rightfully going 'yo what the HELL did they do?"#the fact wwx breaks character to say he wasn't peeping to lwj is really cute to me#even though he doubles down with the juniors later#to me at least its a way of showing that he respects lwj quite a bit and feels bad to have intruded#I'm a demi wwx truther and it is way too early into the journey for any of *those* feelings yet#I'm aware that's not a popular interpretation and I'm certainly not claiming its the only interpretation; just my own B*)#anyways sorry for the literal cock-blocking fish#I'm trying to keep it sfw for now
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GX Finalized-Subs!117 (WIP #1): #Goals
Also, bonus: Judai had an odd error during that pre-flashback line where the shading under his closed lip was kept during his open-mouth flaps; this happened with Amon later during his "I'll take it by force" line to Cobra after removing his headset (despite that shot mostly keeping him the same before and after he removes his headset... lol):
A tiny bit more annoying to fix than in the later Amon shot because of the slow zoom-in here (whereas that was just a quick matter of masking in Amon's error-free still chin), but at least it was a quick 5-6 lip-flap movement frames (for 3 or 4 frames each) here; first fixed these two frames in Photoshop by painting some skin over the erroneous bottom-lip shading, then brought the fixed frames into Sony Vegas to re-zoom as needed, then masking them so just the fixed portion was visible--partly because the background was zooming in differently vs Judai, partly so his mouth wouldn't get blurrier in the later flaps due to the earlier flaps being zoomed in on, lol.
[EXTRA BONUS BELOW, since the dub did as the dub usually does here...]
Jaden: Boy, that duel really took it out of you, huh, Jesse?
Jesse: Little bit. But we gotta get some giddy-up in our step. Don't worry; rest is for the weary, Jaden, you hear me?
Jaden: OK, Jesse... But, you see, right now, you are the weary. [looks up] They'll find us--Sy's with them! And Jim, of course.
Jesse: Well, that's a relief! So, what you reckon, Jay? They got the gumption to look in here? I mean, I know they'd follow you down here 'cause they'd follow your lead anywhere.
Jaden, thinking [over what is now a still shot pre-flashback]: Weird... Professor Stein said the same thing in our duel, just not as nice.
[Longer flashback of Stein saying, "You're one of the top duelists in this school, despite your despicable grades. [cut to the flashback shot of Satou in a half-full classroom, his walking up to a sleeping kid, then looking over at sleeping Judai and co.] This has led other students to follow your lead! Thanks to you, everyone thinks they can sleep their way through the semester and still succeed."]
Jaden, thinking: Well, my friends better not be asleep at the wheel now!
#GX#yugioh gx#ygo#yugioh#ygo gx#Judai Yuki#Johan Andersen#subbing rambling#another domino getting set up to be knocked over later :')#almost done with 119 [on Judai's last turn] so thought i'd preview some of what i've done lol#also peep the reprise of my Scab Scream edit in 114 during that flashback!#had to re-clip the whole flashback from 114 and redo the border to keep it consistent lol#also had to revisit the project file since there's a quicker fade between the card and Scab Scarknight here#[dub can't have Judai talking about why he duels or anything ofc#but it's a bit early to hit the 'they'll follow you anywhere' note i'd think#it's a semi-subtle difference but like with the convo in 115 it adds up#probably would've kept it a bit more intact if they didn't end up making Satou a joke]#[also then Jaden goes on to be ungrateful to Syrus's water where Judai's thankful for it (even if a bit cold)]
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"Dragostea din tei" sounds like some sort of arcane spell of some kind but instead it is the funny techno song that spawned 1000000 misheard lyrics videos in 2006 and got me into the genre and I guess that's the first domino in the sequence of events that lead to me being unironically excited for the dj crazy times and biljana electronica song dropping on the 22
#dj crazy times#biljana electronica#planet of the bass#dragostea din tei#dance#electronic#i am honestly so on board#i love toy box aqua captain jack venagsboys cascada all those peeps#even early David Guetta like The World Is Mine vibes#the kinea songs u gwt on dance dance revolution basically
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Events sure did happen yesterday
#they were not good#this post is about my classmate(she died in a car crash)#rest in peace jasmine worlds worse without you in it#I'm doing better as of now but I did have to leave school early cuz I always get upset about peeps dying#I didn't really know her too well but I knew her since kindergarten#if I felt that was I feel even worse for her family#the jester speaks
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The real tragedy is BBH and Tubbo being in different timezones so the only interacts I get is them blaming each other for all their issues
#qsmp#Pleaseeee bbh log on early and tubbo stay late pleasseee#Piso (which is good) has shifted tubboâs sleep schedule so much he barely talks to the nighttime peeps#Im suffering out here tubbo just suffers and he doesnât even know it
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ngl its absolutely crazy how much winning a cup has rewritten history and the narrative⢠because hearing "theres nothing negative you can say about being a florida panther" NOW. KEY WORD ON NOW. Because this absolutely was not the fucking case even since the franchises inception like even this year yall were making fun of our attendance numbers despite them being one of the best theyve ever been LIKE HUH. WHAT DID WE FORGET THE WHOLE SOFLO IS NOT A HOCKEY MARKET WE SHOULD MOVE THIS FRANCHISE. WE'RE BEGGING PEOPLE TO FILL THE LOWER BOWL. OH I FEEL BAD FOR SASHA AND EKKY FOR BEING DOOMED TO A FRANCHISE. THIS PLACE IS AN EMBARRASMENT. ETC. are we forgetting all that. are we just not going to acknowledge that.
#txt#âyou guys are living the dream!â i remember explicitly florida being a destination for the doomed#like this is absolutely insane to say to someone who got drafted by the them and had to live through the horrors#i feel as though soflo teams are very prevalent with the oh you got traded over their? i feel sorry for you buddy#like its the same narrative with fish except our glory days are behind us and our ownership is so fucking shitty#like anytime youre traded over here its treated like a funeral and a punishment#i feel like context for these type of sentences are so important#ekky literally going yeah tsa and police officers greeted us and said thank you and we've never had that#âits been pretty quiet over hereâ is a light way of putting it#i think the best way i can try to explain to people not in soflo about all this is thay#when cats played in dade i did not hear a single peep about them. no one talked about them even in the schoolyard.#and we loved talking about sports recaps??? like ive always remember talking about the fish heat and dolphins#ive always been invited out to those games as a kid and just enjoying it#i remember players getting invited to my school and afterschool programs or getting invited to the stadium and chilling with them#never once was a panthers player invited#we never went to games. they never went to my school. nothing.#hell for an early portion of my life i didnt even realise we had a hockey team and im a big sports fanatic#a friend when i was younger from upstate was like hockeys pretty cool ill take you to a game one day and i was like we have hockey?#it was a sport you saw on the car dealership tvs as toddled about and nowhere else#like man quiet is really putting it lightly
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#i have once again logged out of most social media on my phone (still logged onto pinterest for art ref stuff)#my mental state has been rather iffy the last week or so#just some stuff that made the death of my friend last year fresh & even more painful. i'm glad i found out. it's good but bittersweet stuff#but yeah. it's not been fantastic and social media is just not good for helping one's mental health improve#i was finding myself on my phone waaaay too much. so i logged off#so yeah. if i'm super slow to respond to anything it's because my ipad and laptop are now my channels of communication for online friends#(except for the peeps who have my cell number of course)#on the bright side. i edited two chapters of my book this morning#last night was rough. so i made the decision to force myself to get up early and not sleep in. so worth it#i'm turning into a morning person. i need people right now and there aren't people when you stay up past everyone else's bedtime.#the ramblings of a dragon#my cousin has tomorrow off tho. so he and i are going into the city to visit a ttrpg/game store.#i told him last week that i was struggling with being lonely & he's been really good about inviting me to his place or coming over to hang#i'm so grateful for him
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was just chilling in the pegoryu tag (as you do) and you were listed as the #2 top pegoryu blog. congrats on this accomplishment
Oh my, what am i doing up there? I feel like i havent done anything of note recently âŚsuddenly my blog feels indecent, like i got caught eating ice cream in my pjs đ please dont mind the messâŚdirect urself to my pegoryu tags to keep urself entertained đđž
#chattin#i wonder if it was me whining about the fic i was looking for#please note that i feel doubly like i got caught w my pants down#bc for the first time in like. possibly years. i decided to peek in the pego/ryu tag#so when i checked my activity and read this i was like HUH. OF ALL TIMES TO SAY THIS#I feel like i got caught redhanded LOL#i never check the tag so i had no idea!#interesting. theres some names in here i dont recognize#this is not a surprise; as i exist in a fandom safe bubble of my own making#as in. i follow literally 3 people who post p5 content in any capacity#so if they dont reblog it i simply Dont see it#i should change that tho; i kinda hate being a little recluse here#but fandom at large has burned me too many times#and even discord spaces feel hostile to nonwhite fans#so maybe if i found some more peeps to follow#ppl i vibe w#then maybe i can branch out a lil#unrelated but its also crazy to see so many younger ppl#like early 20s#its sweet how this game keeps attracting ppl#and how ppl stayed w this game for almost a decade at this point. unreal. its how i feel about ffxv#hey. im rambling. its late so thats my excuse. feeling a little. soft.#and gay. WHATEVER
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((I just realized that Iâm now actually the age that Divina was supposed to be when I started this page 10 years ago. And she should TECHNICALLY be physically 43 years old. Instead sheâs forever 33 because reasons.))
#ooc#Sheâs not even an actual human in canon#if the strex science peeps can genetically engineer a whole ass person to become the perfect businesswoman#then I donât see why she canât stop aging in her early 30s#NO RULES
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So I have great news and it's that next week I finish classes on Thursday instead of Friday before getting two weeks of Christmas break. Horrible news isâ I could play the release of the second part of the Pokemon S&V DLC when 12 hits but I still have class tomorrow, an exam and another gorgeous exam on Friday :|
#they really said they don't wanna let me play#even though I've been anticipating this part of the DLC#for quite some time#way to be rude đ#I guess tomorrow I'll have to sacrifice my nap time to play#and for that I'll have to go early to sleep tonight#smh#so unless it is to answer Discord or DMs#I won't be too active today either against my will <<#thank you for your patience peeps#I prommy I'll deliver this weekend#even though on Monday I have another exam#as I can afford to rest Friday and Saturday#and study a bit on Sunday because it's easy
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Todayâs the day!!
#⌠ooc#it is early#I am sleepy#but excited!!!#moving day peeps so I probably wonât be around muchâŚeven ooc
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@taylornation not publishing anything related to the Mexican dates of the Eras Tour on the diffusion channel on Instagram is kinda really discriminatory and "USA favoritism" of them :(
#Woke up excited to see an announcement regarding early merch or something#Nothing not even a peep#đđđ#the eras tour#taylor swift#taylor nation#Besides it's the first time ever she's visiting Mexico like cmon
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Oh and quick note for writers:
One difference between this strike and the last one is that there are a lot more fellowships targeted at early career tv writers than there used to be (there have always been some, but the fellowship model is way more commonplace these days)
Studios are about to make a ton more of these opportunities and advertise them widely as a way to break into the industry, and they will be very specific about the fellowship not technically counting as a writers room or a tv job
THIS IS A TRICK TO GET YOU TO SCAB
Sharing any written content with a studio (even if they route it through a 3rd party "foundation" or development org or something) IS SCABBING
What you do in regards to the strike is your business, but the WGA has been very clear that anyone who scabs will be BANNED FROM JOINING THE UNION FOR LIFE. That means even if you get hired, that's no health & pension and no union protections for your entire career. This shit is serious
So please please double check and dig into any new submission opportunities you see in the next weeks. Playwrights especially be careful - many studios are finding their writers through play scripts these days so be very careful about how and where your work is being shared
No writing going to the studios means NO WRITING of any kind
(if you see suspicious fellowship stuff being passed around let me know, I'd love to keep an eye on that for my peeps)
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hello ! wanted to say i really love your writing style and your stories for the characters ! I wanted to know if youâd write one for Love and deep space Sylus? A scenario where youâre both sleeping but you sneak away quietly to get something from the kitchen or for whatever reason but he stops you with his powers (the handcuffs etc) to bring you back to bed. Iâm not sure if iâm making sense but something along those lines! please and thank you!
Sylus: Kitchen Sneaker
Warning: No warning. Fem!reader, domestic fluff (?)
Author's note: This is a fun domestic-ish prompt to write! I hope you like it my dear pookies <3
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Sylus was fast asleep beside you.
The man was a light sleeper for the sake of his own safety. According to him, even if the building was as secure as it could be, there were some instances where he woke up with a knife to his throat. However, ever since you began sharing the same bed, he had been sleeping like a log, which was good for him and the twins because they no longer had to deal with his hot head so early in the evening.
But it was bad for you. Simply because Sylus likes to hold you in his sleep. Sometimes his hand would be over your chest, groping your breast or squeezing in between your boobs, but most times, he would be holding your wrist, checking your pulse. How was this bad for you? Well, living alone for most of your adult life, you liked to indulge yourself in a midnight snack or two. With him holding you captive to the bed, his iron grip holding on to you, it was like you had a ball and chain around your body.
You've indulged Sylus for over a week now, but the intense midnight craving is overwhelming.
Tonight, it's food over Sylus. The man can wait. Food cannot.
You scooted his hand very, very, very gently away from your body. This man's hand is heavy and large. Sylus didn't move and continued to sleep peacefully, his exposed chest rising and falling calmly. The room was very cold, and you could even hear the blowing of the AC; it was at that moment that you realized how such small sounds seemed to be so loud at night.
With every step you take, you are holding your breath even more. Even against the carpet, the rustling of your feet seemed like it could stir Sylus awake at any second. Thankfully, you managed to traverse across the room like a spy. You even had to carefully close the door shut.
You used the stairs to get down to the kitchen, and while you were walking in the hallway, the chef was just about to leave, his satchel bag on his shoulder.
He and you made eye contact. You gestured to him to 'shush,' and he laughed.
"There's some leftover dessert and pasta in the fridgeâfeel free to eat it," he whispered, and you grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Greg is the best chef ever. You tiptoed to the kitchen, waving him goodbye. Your eyes landed on that double-door fridge that was whirring loudly.
Finally! You could taste that delicious panna cotta and aglio olio in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around the handle of the fridge, and as you tugged, the bright blue light of the fridge lit up your face.
You took the plate and settled it on the stainless steel counter. The next one was the small glass filled with chocolate and cream. You marveled at its delicate, savory look. You took a spoon from the nearby utensil holder and dug it into the soft texture, eager to get a taste.
Before it could land between your lipsâ
A cold whirlwind of black, scentless smoke wrapped around the fork. It flung out of your grasp, and before you could let out a peep, you, too, were flung away from the kitchen counter.
The man let out a grunt, his eyes low-lidded and foggy, clearly just woken up from his slumber.
"Pray tell," he gruffed, his voice an octave lower. "What are you doing in the kitchen? You're supposed to be in bed." Sylus let out a sigh while he brought you closer to him. He glanced behind you and saw the unopened plate of pasta and panna cotta.
"Never mind. You don't need to speak."
"I'm hungry! Don't you know you shouldn't get between a woman and her food?" you exclaimed while tugging at the thing around your exposed waist. You thrashed and thrashed, the straps of your nightshirt sliding down your shoulders. "Put me down and go back to bed! I'll be with you in fiveâno, fifteen minutes!"
His head was aching from all the noise you were making, and combined with the fact that you were out of bed by the time he woke upâto Sylus, it seemed like you were testing his patience. "Did you not eat enough during dinner time? You know you could've asked for second servings."
"I get midnight cravings on occasion, but when I'm sleeping over, you tend to weigh me down in bed," you explained, flailing your legs, which were a few feet off the ground.
"So, you're blaming me now?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged. Of course, you were. It wasn't your fault you couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't your fault that the chef made great food and desserts. He didn't like the look on your face but, regardless, put you down to the floor, his hand tugging your strap over your shoulders. His red eyes glazed over your bare chest, but he turned away, walking to that lonely plate of pasta.
"We're going back to sleep after you have your fill." Sylus unwrapped the plate and took a fork, twirling it and taking a bite. The oily, mild tinge of spiciness and Parmesan helped push him awake. He won't deny that the chef was good at his jobâit was even enough for you to sneak out of his bed.
You mounted yourself onto the kitchen island, the cold marble surface cooling the bottom of your thigh. You took the panna cotta, and finally, the creamy and sweet flavor of chocolate and cream exploded in your mouth. Unconsciously, you nodded in approval of the taste.
Quietly, you ate in each other's company, occasionally making small talk. Sylus left the dish in the sink along with the fork, but when he turned to you, your nose was inside the refrigerator again. "Cake roll sliceâŚ" you uttered. The strawberry cake roll looked delicious inside the glass container.
Before you could even reach out to it, the smoke appeared at the very same spot, dragging you away from the fridge. Sylus closed the double-door refrigerator and crossed his arms right in front of you. A clear 'no' was plastered all over his face.
You let out a groan as he dragged you away with the smoky black and red rope around your waist.
When you got back to the bedroom, you expected Sylus to go right back to sleep. But instead, the man pulled a handcuff from underneath his pillow. How and why it was, there was a question you didn't want to ask him. Without another word coming out of his mouth, he chained it to himself and took hold of your wrist.
"No. You're not going toâ"
He latched the real handcuff around your wrists and laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.
"Sleep."
The lights dimmed and flickered off at his word, and you just lay there, staring up at the canopy.
"I guess this is our bedtime routine now," you sighed.
"Sleep," he reiterated.
You seriously have no idea how you put up with this man.
Author footnotes: I also like to sneak out to the kitchen and eat but instead of sylus, It's my mom who sees me and then i get the clothes hanger beat up for staying up late at night lol.
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#lnds#lnds sylus#lads xavier#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#sylus#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus love and deepspace#l&ds#sylus lnd#SYLUS#sylus x you#sylus qin#sylus x y/n
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#not to be that guy #but I read the post as poorly worded but well intentioned #men can still struggle with internalised misogyny and working through that #think a lot of people on this post just jumps right to the 'oh so you're misogynistic?!?? a thousand deaths for all men' #can you guys at least have a little bit nuanced thinking than only barking that men are evil?? for once? #men can struggle with unlearning something they've been thought their entire life gdi #idk #just kinda think the agreessive barking is a bit...excessive
Fucking thank you for saying this
a contender for dumbest post Iâve seen on here⌠literally âlet men hate womenâ
#this hellsite is so stupid and toxic w its lack of nuance and reading comprehension#the whole point of this post however awkwardly it's worded is that if someone is struggling w shit and trying to unlearn things#they're still deserving of love EVEN if other people aren't willing to be around em until they stop acting on those beliefs#too many peeps in their early 20s pulling this black-and-white shit and saying 'you have internalized biases! binned 4ever scum!'#and it makes me sick#contrary to the tumblr echo chamber's belief men CAN actually unlearn this shit. and be aware of it before they unlearn it.#(to think the word 'struggle' would've clued op in to what the statement was supposed to be about. because 'struggle' implies resistance)#(as in resistance to what they're experiencing and feeling. but nah. op just chose to be silly and reductive bc they wanted to rage farm)#i also checked out op's blog and they're complaining that they have to block people who are pointing the above things out#yet the post is brand new so they could've just turned off reboobs.#they're 'too lazy' to turn off reboobs which is like 3 clicks. but not too lazy to keep blocking people over and OVER again apparently.#the fact they haven't done it is kinda telling. do they want attention? validation for pointing out an imagined problem? both? idk.#but there are healthier and less manipulative ways to get attention and validation than that. trust me#misogyny#toxic masculinity#sexism#gender#gender roles
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Hi bestie babes, here is a best-friends-to-best-friends-with-benefits piece! I am unsure if I'm doing a second part but if I did it'll be later on down the line.
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warnings- use of marijuana, friends with benefits, biting, daddy kink, soft Dom H hehe
âH? Do you really think Iâm pretty?â Y/Nâs voice was slightly slurred, a mix of both tired and high as a kite from the joint theyâd finished just a bit ago. The cool air flowed in from the window theyâd cracked in order for her landlord not to get a call to complain, but she welcomed the chill. She always got a bit hot in her skin when the high hit her. âDonât lie to me. Give it to me straight.
She loved smoking, sure, but she hated how it made her mind think about things she had purposely been putting off. Like her awful fucking dating life and how stupidly lonely she was.
Harry sat next to her on the sofa, his legs spread in an obnoxious manspread, his fingers messing with the Rubikâs cube. It wasnât uncommon for them to smoke together- he was her best friend- but she wanted his opinion. The poor man was going to be subject to her insecurity.
Her string of bad dating experiences lately had made it hard to believe it wasnât a her problem.
"Pretty? Babe, you're beautiful. Come off it." he mumbled, eyes still on the puzzle game. He was in that fluid mindset, neither here nor there. His reassurance felt nice but at the same time, a little vague. Her face contorted in a frown as she looked over at him. He was still baked, so she got it, but still. A little more would be nice.
âYou have to say that. Youâre my best friend. Tell me honestly, H. What is.. what is wrong with me? Because I donât know how someone can go on so many bad dates and it not be a them problem.â It had been plaguing her the whole time and harshing the high. The words needed to come out. âIâm the common denominator.â
Finally, he put the Rubik's cube down and turned to face her fully, his gaze locked on hers. Sure, he was dazed from the weed, but he wanted to be sincere with her once he had heard how she had actually been a bit torn up from it. As hard as she tried, it wasnât easy for her to hide her emotions from him. Even high Harry could see past the playful quips she had made lately. It had only been a matter of time before she had asked him about it and in his opinion, it was bullshit. There was nothing wrong with her at all. Y/N was amazing, but it was only natural to become a little insecure when someone had the string of bad luck like she had.
"Y/N, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. I'm being completely honest with you, I swear. It's not you, it's them.â He winced knowing how cheesy it sounded but it couldnât really be helped at the moment. âYou're a fuckinâ amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, talented, kind person... I could list off all your good qualities cause thereâs loads of âem, but mâhigh and can't think straight enough right now tâgive you the fancier words like⌠exuberant? Pretty sure that oneâs right ."
Y/N let out a little laugh. She could hear it in the low tone of his voice and how it seemed to take him longer than normal to say things when he was stoned and trying his absolute hardest to get that out, but it was a little cute. Too bad it wasnât enough to get her out of her wallowing.
âThen Iâm doomed.â She groaned, sinking into the couch. Her hands came up to cover her face, a tired sound leaving her as she tried to reset. âDude, do you know how entirely and overwhelmingly exhausting it is? And donât you dare call me dramatic.â Her eye peeped up at him before she fell back into a huff. âI know you get sex on tap but for the rest of us normal folks, itâs like a war zone out there.â
Harry snickefed at her little quip as he watched her sink into the couch. Letting out a sigh as he really thought about it though, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "I understand how you feel, trust me. It's not easy for anyone. Although I have to admit, I can't exactly relate to your dating struggles, not really. I just happen to be lucky enough to have a very dedicated fanbase."
He was joking but⌠not really. He always teased her about this. The women who tended to hang out around the garage or try to get near him after hours to ride him in the cars that he just fixed⌠It wasn't hard for him to get what he wanted. Being good looking, tattooed, solid and single, it got you a lot of places, and a lot of ass. If only she could relate.
âYeah, yeah. Slut.â She grumbled lightheartedly, kicking her foot against his thigh. It wasnât fair it was as toned as it was. âYouâre a mechanic and youâve got all the rich soccer moms throwing themselves at you for a romp in the backseat while their husbands are at work. Thatâs nice and all, but the dating pool for us commoners is abysmal at best.â
Shooting him a glare, she grabbed the bag of goldfish shaped crackers and popped some into her mouth. âAt this point Iâd be fine with a friends-with-benefits sorta thing- but god damn it, I just want someone to love me at some point.â There was a moment of silence before she cleared her throat. They didnât really discuss their sex lives and stuff often so she took his silence as one of not knowing what to say- which was fair. She was sorta dumping this all on him. In the grand scheme of things it wasnât that insane. Everyone went through shit like this. âSorry. I donât mean to actually be dramatic this time.â
Harry shook his head at her remark, giving her a reassuring smile that had his eyes crinkling at the corners. He locked his gaze on her face as he listened to her speak, his expression softening with understanding instead of the smug joking he was giving off before. "Hey, sâalright babe. You're not being dramatic. It's how you feel, and I understand that. Everyone deserves love, and I have no doubt you'll find it."
He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. When he spoke again, his voice low and sincere as he knocked his hand against her thigh to get her to look at him.
"Y/N... can I ask you somethinâ? And donât make it weird.â He warned, making her unsure what the hell he could be asking.
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she turned to look back at him with a questioning look on her face. âSure. Whatâs up?â
Harry seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure whether he should ask or not. It would most definitely change their dynamic if she was offended or freaked out by it, but regardless he felt like it it was something he knew he had to ask. He shifted on the couch, turning to face her fully, taking a deep breath and letting his gaze lock on hers before speaking.
"Yâknow how you were saying how you're open to a friends with benefits thing? And how you're tired of being alone?"
âYeahâŚ. I literally said it like, two second ago.â She replied, voice slow and drawn out. She knew she was foggy, but damn. Of course she didnât want to draw conclusions but she had to wonder why he would be bringing that up again. Her heart beat a little harder as she narrowed her eyes at him. âWhy?â
His gaze remained steady on hers, his expression unreadable. He took a moment before speaking again, his voice low and slightly hoarse. Of course he wanted to be careful with his words, in the off chance this could offend her but he knew that heâd kick himself for not asking if he avoided it. He took a deep breath before asking the question.
"I was wondering... if you'd be interested in having an arrangement like that... with me."
Blinking rapidly, she had to be sure she wasnât just hearing things. Usually she wasnât the type to have hallucinations when high, but she didnât know if he would ever actually suggest that. âUh.. can you repeat that?â
Harry smiled softly as he saw her surprise. He knew it was a big ask, but he was committed to the idea now.
Leaning forward, his voice was smooth and deliberate as he repeated his question, this time with more confidence considering she hadnât completely looked disgusted at the idea.
"I was asking if you'd be interested in having a friend's with benefits arrangement with me. No strings attached, just a... way to fulfill certain needs without the commitment. What would you say to something like that?"
âYeah, thatâs what I thought you said.â The nod was casual, as if that hadnât just completely freaked her out. Not in a bad way! But in aâŚ. What-the-fuck-my-best-friend-just-asked-me to-casually-hook-up-on-the-regular, sort of way.
âUh⌠Iâm not saying no, but I have to ask why youâd suggest that? I didnât think you were attracted to me in the slightest.â It had completely come out of left field. The intent behind complaining wasnât for him to offer but to get genuine advice from him considering he never seemed to struggle in the dating department.
"Who the hell said I wasn't attracted to you? Iâve always thought you were stunning.â It wasnât supposed to come off defensively but he had to wonder in the moment if maybe it did. Harry had never once thought of her as anything but mind blowingly gorgeous.
âOkay, but you have to say that. Youâre my best friend, like I said before. I justâŚ.â Hesitance grew on her face, looking over his own for any sign of joking. If he was, her ego really couldnât handle another blow. âI really donât want to be a pity fuck. And I also donât want to like⌠no offense to you, I donât want to sleep with someone who isnât exclusive with me? Not like in the dating sense but like, Iâd ask you not to sleep with anyone else for safety and I donât know how youâd feel about that.â Maybe she was rambling but thoughts were running rampant in her already overcrowded brain. Asking him not to fuck anyone else felt like an overstep for some reason.
As she spoke, Harry nodded along, listening intently. He understood her hesitation and appreciated the honesty; it was one of the things he had always loved about her- But he certainly didn't want her to feel like a âpity-fuckâ either. That was the furthest thing she could be. He could respect her wanting a certain degree of exclusivity, especially for safety. He knew he was a bit of a whore and he wasnât ashamed of it, but he had full ability and sometimes the wish to be monogamous- more than he expressed. Granted, if it were anyone else heâd probably feel a little suffocated in an ask like that but⌠It didnât sound so bad when it came to Y/N.
"I get it," he said, nodding in agreement. Reaching out and placing a hand on her knee, his touch warm and gentle, he tried his best to reassure her. "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't find you attractive, Y/N. It's not about pity, it's about wanting a connection with someone I know and trust. And itâs not like it isnât a convenience for me, too. No awkward leaving afterward, no like⌠âhere Iâll get you a cabâ or saying no to a sleepover. Weâve slept in the same bed loads of times and you know I love a cuddle..â
Sharpening her gaze on him, she tilted her head. âIs this because you wanna do some crazy kinky stuff? Cause Iâm open but I dunno how crazy Iâll get.â She was kind of kiddingâŚ. But kinda not. There were her own things she wanted to explore, but she didnât want to be a lab rat.
Harry's eyebrows raised at her question, slightly taken aback. He couldn't help but laugh lightly at her tone, but there was also a hint of genuine interest in his reply.
"You really think I'm into kink, huh? Some sort of freak in the sheets?â Wiggling his brows, he teased her. It wasnât as if it wasnât obvious that he was a bit of a frequent fucker, but he didnât have much shame in that. It wasnât a kiss and tell sort of situation, but he wasnât shy about letting her know heâd had a lovely night the day prior when need be. âWell, maybe. But no, that's not the only reason..." He let out a breath, a smirk on his lips. "But I'd loveeee to find out what you'd be open to, if we did this."
âNope, you first, casanova.â She bounced in her seat, getting closer. Her nosy tendencies took precedence over everything else, it appeared. Getting to know more about him that was was enticing and she couldnât hold herself back. âWhat's the crazy stuff youâre into? Câmon, we never talk about this stuff.â
Harry was open about the fact he had a healthy supply of offers and hookups but she had stopped him a few times from giving details. Mostly for her sake, so she didnât see him as some sort of deviant- even if he was. Now, though, knowing she was potentially someone who could experience said things? Her curiosity was killing the cat. Her cat. Metaphorically speaking.
The manâs lips curled into a small smile as he saw her eager expression. He leaned back on the sofa, his arm stretched out behind her. He was throughly enjoying her nosiness- maybe for the first time- considering it gave him the perfect opportunity to tease her a bit more. "Oh, where do I even start... I have quite a few kinks, darling. But I have a feeling you'd like to hear about a certain one..."
âOkay⌠so tell me.â She rolled her hand to motion to him to continue. Patience really wasnât Y/Nâs strong suit and it was beginning to show, even if the smoking had initially relaxed her. âLetâs hear it. I want to know what Iâd be getting myself into, besides greasy hands and the smell of motor oil.â Though sheâd never admit how sheâd learned to enjoy it, too.
He couldnât lie and say he wasn't enjoying how intently she was looking at him, how her gaze was fixed on his every move. He leaned forward just a bit, his voice dropping lower as he continued* "Alright, yâwanted to know, you'll get to know like the princess yâare. But keep in mind, I've got a few of these, not just one." The taunting made her give him that impatient look he was used to, snickering under his breath as she bore her eyes into him.
âOkay. Lay them on me, tell me!â She huffed, knocking his knee. âYouâre edging for no reason. I already know that one because youâre gross. Tell me the real stuff.â
Raising a brow at her eagerness, he leaned back again with his arm still draped behind her. He began speaking again, letting his voice drop a bit. "Alright, just a little tiny taste then⌠See if you can handle it. I've got a thing for power dynamics, darling. Particularly, I like to be in control."
âMm⌠I could have guessed that. Youâve got the whole smolder thing, and you do theâŚâ Y/N put her hand behind his neck before pulling it off. âThen you do the neck holding thing when we go out. You like to control where people go. Boss me around. So I had a clue. Give me one I wouldnât expect.â
The perceptive observations hadnât been something he expected, but it did amuse him. He reached up to brush a strand of her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.
"You know me too well, little dove." He muttered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. This was a conversation he was enjoying. Not one he anticipated tonight, no, but one that had him on the edge of his metaphorical seat. His real seat was leaned against the back of the couch. "Okay then... how about this? I also enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Kinky enough for you?"
âOh?â She sat with it for a moment. âActually⌠that makes sense too. Youâre understated in public but you still get a lot of attention. Behind the scenes youâre an attention whore and stuff, which I know first hand but⌠yeah.â She huffed. âDamn. Canât believe I didnât guess that sorta stuff.â Another question popped into her mind. âWait⌠what have you done with that? Are you talking like. Dressing rooms, cars? Or in front of people for real?â
Harry grinned as she continued to analyze his kinks, watching her as she went through it in her head. Had she thought about it before on her own? That wasnât something heâd mind, in all honest. He chortled at her question and leaned back, his arm wrapped behind her. He didn't want to reveal too much but he was enjoying this back and forth. Maybe a tad bit more than he should be.
"You've got good instincts, darling. Yes, I enjoy exhibitionism. And yeah, both dressing rooms and cars are on the list. But not just that... I like a bit more of an audience sometimes. But thatâs a different conversation. I can explain why I like it, though. Since you seem to be so curious.â
âDo tell.â Yes, maybe she was a little nosy but⌠it was slightly arousing. Harry was interesting to her before but now, with the idea of her being in those scenarios, she felt an elevated desperation to know.
Harry noticed how her eyes darkened with excitement as she listened to him and it made a feeling of satisfaction twist in his gut. Having an effect on her was something he hadnât realized heâd enjoy so much, but now that he had a taste he wanted to see more of it. He shifted a bit closer, his voice dropping into a low whisper. "I like the thrill of being caught. The danger of it, yâknow? I love that itâs risky, that your adrenaline pump and youâve got tâbe quiet. Or you donât, and you have people see- when itâs appropriate.â That was something heâd experienced a few times. âIâve had it happen before. Maybe I could arrange that, if thatâs something youâd want. People watching, not touching, just watching me touch you... and Iâd touch you plenty, darling."
âI think um, Iâd like itâ It was hard to talk with how her tongue felt tied. âIâve not done a lot of it but I think Iâd be open to seeing and doing more of it.â Her voice weakened, feeling him close to her. His cologne was warm and slightly spiced, his fingertips brushing her arm. Y/N had never experienced the sort of thing he was describing. The most she had done was fuck in a car. âY-Yeah. I think thatâs something we could um⌠try.â She cleared her throat, trying not to show how affected she actually was. It was hard not to. âWhat other kinks? Anything I wouldnât guess?â
Harry saw right through her attempts to seem unbothered and he grinned, his hand continuing to lightly brush against her shoulder. He was enjoying the effect he had on her, the more the minutes passed by. It was a brand new side of her that he hadnât been privy too prior, but now that he had a chance to? He was going to indulge.
"Glad you're up for trying it, darling. And as for other kinks..." He paused for a moment, his gaze trailing over her body before he spoke again in a deeper voice.
"I'm also into a bit of rope bondage, but thatâs for another day too. The typical things youâd expect in kink too, the rougher stuff sometimes, but I really like working you up until you canât take it anymore. Making you desperate, yâknow?"
âRopes?â She swallowed the shock. âOh. HmâŚâ it made sense given the other things but for some reason she hadnât expected him to be into actual ropes. âIâd have thought maybe more handcuffs but you do like being difficult, donât you?â
It was a joke but it slightly intimidated her. Nothing she wouldnât try, though. She trusted him to do that sort of thing with her, if they got to it.
Harry hummed at her surprise and leaned a little closer, his hand coming up to her chin to tilt her face towards him. His eyes locked with hers, his tone serious. It was hard to ignore how beautiful she was now that he was allowed to think that way. It was something heâd tried to limit his brain from indulging in before, but knowing heâd have all the rights to be the one to stare and touch her, he felt like a layer had been peeled back.
"Yeah, darling, I like being difficult. And I like being in control. But we'll take it slow, alright?" He saw the hint of intimidation on her face and the small act of rebellion he liked to see in her. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, her skin hot and soft under his touch. âNothinâ you donât want tâdo. Iâll make sure you're comfortable. Even if youâre a miserable little brat sometimes.â
âIâŚâ her train of thought was stalled by the tender touch. Harry was⌠he was being a lot more liberal with his touches. Sometimes he was when he was high in general but this itself had her feeling hot under her skin. There was that intention now that this was slightly more than what friends do. âI canât lie and say Iâm not slightly intimidated by the thought of us doing stuff together. Youâve done a lot more than me.â She admitted meekly.
Harry simpered as he heard her confession and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He appreciated her honesty, understanding her intimidation. It would be the same for him in her position, but luckily he was going to use his advantage for good. "I know I've done more than you, but that's not a good nor a bad thing. Everyone is experienced in their own way, darling. And that's the point of us doing this... to explore each other, to learn what the other likes." He ran his hand down her arm, his fingers lightly tracing her skin, sending chills across her body.
His fingers curled around her wrist, lightly pulling her up and leading her to straddle his lap. This wasnât at all where she had expected this night to go but⌠she couldnât complain. With her nerves aside, Harry was by far one of the most attractive people she had ever met. There was no way she could turn away the opportunity to feel the way he touched someone romantically.
âYouâre really okay not sleeping with anyone else in order to do stuff with me?â
Harry gazed up at her as she straddled his lap, his hands sliding up her thighs, pulling her closer against him. He looked up at her with a mix of desire and affection, appreciating her concern for his boundaries. "I'm absolutely fine with it," he assured her, his voice a low rumble. "I don't want anyone else." His hand came up, gently cupping her jaw. "I want to make you feel good, Y/N. I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve, and I want to be the only one doing it."
Y/N let out a weak sound as his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. Having him so close was making her feel lightheaded, placing her hands on his shoulders as he tugged her closer to him, chest to chest.
âWhat do you want to do tonight?â She mumbled, eyes dropping to his lips back up to his eyes. âWe donât have to do like, everything and stuff but⌠I dunno.â The weed definitely made her aroused.
Harry chuckled softly, his lips just barely grazing the corner of her mouth, teasing her again. Feeling her body against his, her hands on his shoulders, it sent a wave of heat through his body. He doubted she knew that heâd started getting aroused when she started talking about what heâd be into.
"You're cute when you're bashful, darling. And high." He teased, his lips curving into a smirk as he spoke against her skin. "As for what I want to do... I just want to enjoy this moment. Maybe smoke a bit more, later. But mostly I just want to touch you."
âO-okay. You can touch me however you want.â Giving him that opening was bold, but she also knew she needed to just let him take charge. He said he liked to dom, so he would take care of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt soft presses of his lips over her cheek, down to her jaw.
âYou smell really good.â
Harry could feel himself holding back the pleased noise. The little compliment was a welcomed one, but he didnât get them often from her. It was a new part of their dynamic but he couldnât find himself upset with it. In fact, he was going to do everything he could to get some more out of her. He glanced at her, enjoying the way her eyes closed in response to his touch. Running his nose down the column of her neck, he took a little inhale of her scent. Sugary Sweet. Just like her.
"So do you, darling." He spoke against her skin.
In a test of how sheâd react, he let his hands slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her bare skin. There was no stiffening, so he continued slowly moving closer to the hem of her bra. His lips continued their path down, leaving behind a trail of tingling sensations and wet marks on her skin.
The shaky exhale was louder than she had wanted, his hot fingertips burning a trail over her skin. He took the permission to heart, tracing the bottom of her bra as his lips moved down her collarbone.
Her breathing hitched as she felt his teeth sink into the skin lightly, a firm sucking making her fingers grip his shoulders tightly and nails dig into him just a bit. âOh, shit⌠why does that feel good?â
Harry giggled against her skin as he felt her nails digging into his shoulders, enjoying the fact he was already getting a reaction out of her. He continued to kiss and bite her skin, occasionally sucking on the sensitive parts, marking his territory and drawing out more sounds from her.
"Cause I know what I'm doing, darling." He murmured against her skin before biting her collarbone again, this time a bit rougher.
âOh my god.â She keened, head falling back as her hand came up to cup the back of his head. Fingers curled in his hair, feeling his mouth mark her up while his hand went under her bra, cupping her in his palms. âFuck.â
Y/N felt the pulsing between her slick thighs, her sleep shorts riding up as she shuffled closer and pressed his mouth harder against her skin. It had been a while since sheâd gotten laid but it was a little embarrassing how quickly he managed to get her to feel completely insane.
The sounds of her keening and breathing and the feeling of her arching into his touch was making his own need for her grow. His lips continued to work her her skin, marking and kissing and doing all the things he wanted because it felt like heaven to have this on tap. He could only imagine how much better their smoking sessions would be, how much more fun sleepovers would be if he got to love her up like this without a second thought.
âHâŚâ she whimpered. Rocking her hips slightly, she rubbed against his bulge she could feel clearly between her thighs. âYouâre h-hard already?â
Harry hummed quietly, feeling a thrill as she rubbed against him. His lips curled into a smirk against her skin before he lifted his head up, looking at her with darkened eyes. "Yeah, 'course I am, darling. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
Moving his hands back down to her hips, he gripped them tightly to grind himself against her. Give her a taste of just how hard his cock got for her. There was no reason for her to doubt. âYou did this, sweet girl. Sâall your fault.â
âOh, shit.â She groaned, giggling at the end as she felt his mouth fall onto her chest. Wet, sloppy kisses were placed on the tender skin as she felt him guide her back and forth, setting a pace for the friction. âI canât tell if itâs been a long time or if uh⌠if youâre just really good at this.â
Both. It was absolutely both.
Harry chuckled against her chest, his breath hot against her skin before his smirk widened.
"Mm, I would like to think it's because I'm really good at this," his hands guided her hips, setting a slow, torturous pace. "But maybe also a bit of both. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
âUh-huh.â She nodded. â9 months.â
Harry raised an eyebrow at her response and tilted his head to the side.
"Nine months? Damn, babe." He murmured, his hands going under her shirt, his fingers tracing up her sides, making her shiver. Getting the reactions from her felt almost as good as her rubbing over his cock. "That's a long time."
âJust didnât find anyone good enough to let in my bed.â She retorted, using her grip on his head to guide him back to her chest. âTake my shirt off.â
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He quickly pulled her shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder, before his hands came back up to her body, slowly tracing up her stomach, his fingers brushing over her skin. The thought had been there quite a few times over what sheâd look like bare, but this was a brand new vision for him. One he absolutely adored.
"Beautiful." He murmured, his gaze wandering over her chest as he took in the sight of her bare skin, his breathing growing a bit heavier.
Her voice interrupted his inspection of her body. âBra, too, please. Have to bite the bullet.â Despite her nerves that maybe he wouldnât like what he saw, she felt comfortable with him. Harry wouldnât ever make her feel bad. That much she knew for certain.
Plus⌠she wanted to feel more of his mouth.
Harry chuckled softly and nodded, his gaze locking with hers for a moment as he ran his fingers over the straps of her bra, pulling them down over her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, darling. Don't ever feel nervous around me," his reassurance grounded her, his voice gentle but firm.
He reached behind her back, quickly unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it away. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, his eyes lit with desire. âGod. You donât even understand how phenomenal you are, do you? Mâa lucky son of a bitch that youâre letting me touch you at all.â
Y/N continued to rub herself against him, feeling flushed at the praise. It was embarrassing that she had a pretty good idea that her sleep shorts were getting soaked, but she was swollen and wet and the motions itself of him between her legs were getting her embarrassing close.
Feeling his mouth kiss over the naked skin, she let out a moan that she hadnât expected to. He was delicate but demanding, taking what he wanted.
Harry groaned as he felt her rubbing herself harder against him, his hands gripping her hips tightly to guide her movements. He couldn't resist the need building up inside him, the need to make her moan and whimper and squirm beneath him.
"You sound so pretty, darling," The compliment murmured against her skin, his lips traveling down her chest, stopping every so often to leave wet kisses, claiming every inch of skin he could. Selfish, possessive, needy. He wouldnât deny any three of those allegations should she so choose to label him.
âItâs gonna feel so good when youâre inside of me.â She whispered, almost in awe. He was thick and long and she could feel every inch under her. It was almost intimidating to feel it and know that was going to be inside of her at some point. âBut I⌠we have to wait for that. Wanna do that when we arenât all⌠you know.â High. At least the first time they fucked, she wanted to be sober completely. âI think I could get off just like this, though. I feel so good right now.â
Harry nodded, his lips continuing to leave wet kisses on her skin, his hands roaming up her sides as he continued to grind himself against her.
"Impatient, aren't you, darling?" He teased, nipping at her neck before moving his mouth to her ear, whispering in it. "You'll just have to wait for that, though. But...there's always other ways to get us both off, hm?"
âWhich way?â She breathed, eager to hear any and all suggestions he had.
Harry held her gaze, his eyes dark and full of desire as he spoke in a low, husky tone.
"Let me show you."
He gently pushed her back until she was laying down, his hands running down her thighs, pushing them apart slowly. Shifting his position, he hovered over her, his body fitting perfectly between her legs. His weight rested on his forearms as he looked down at her, she felt her world right itself from how it had been tipped over.
Y/N hadnât expected the shift of direction but she liked it. Feeling him on top of her, she felt⌠delicate. Protected. Even if his gaze was predatory and hot, she knew he was good hands to be in.
She also hadnât expected his hands to grab her shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the side- but as soon as her panties were exposed, he settled back between her thighs. It was less of a barrier between them.
Harry hummed in approval as he got a glimpse of her panties, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. "You're so fucking wet, darling. Made a mess of those useless shorts. Panties arenât much better." He murmured, his eyes roaming over her body before they went back up to her face. "And I fuckinâ love that you're all mine right now."
Y/N couldnât take it anymore. Grabbing his face, she pulled it back up to her own and kissed him. Taking matters into her own hands, she felt him reciprocate immediately. And god, could the man fucking kiss.
Harry let out a soft curse at her sudden action but didn't hesitate to kiss her back through it all, his lips moving against hers hungrily. He pressed his body closer against hers, trapping her beneath him as his tongue delved into her mouth, greedily tasting and claiming her like he had been teasing the whole time.
âI wish you could fuck me right now.â She whimpered, feeling him rock against her. His cock perfectly pressed against her cunt and their mouths lapping against one anotherâs, it was heated and desperate. They couldnât, not right now, but the idea of it had her slick and throbbing. It was unfair how her body was so primed and ready for him but she had to do the right thing. Heâd feel so perfect inside of her and sheâd be so full and they both knew it. âI wish you were inside me.â
Harry groaned at her words, the sound almost like a growl as he buried his face against her neck, his breathing getting heavier as he heard her whimper. He rocked his hips against her, his own need growing stronger with every second that passed.
"You have no idea how badly I want that, darling. But we can't...not yet." He whispered against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tightly. âIâm plenty patient, though. Iâll wait for you to want it, and thenâŚâ the pause was heavy. âThen Iâll give you every fucking thing youâve ever wanted out of a fuck. Can promise you that.â
���I know. I know.â There was no doubt that he was fully and utterly capable. She swallowed back her desperation, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull them closer. âYou just feel so good against me. I never expected thisâŚâ she whispered against his mouth. âBut Iâm so happy you decided to be horny and suggest it.â
Harry laughed, leaning down to press his lips against her neck again, licking at the skin as he continued to move his hips against hers, his body hot and heavy against hers. He lifted his head up slightly, looking down at her with darkened eyes as he took in how she had started to look a little blissed out. Just how he wanted her.
"I didn't expect it either, darling. But... I'm glad I did." He murmured, his fingers caressing her skin as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm. Rubbing back and forth, rocking his clothed cock into the sticky heat of her ruined panties, he knew her scent would be on them and that just sort of did something to him. Her own mark left on him.
Y/N felt the bubbling pleasure in her tummy. Feeling him rutting against her, the softness of his tongue as it brushed against her own, his hand curled around the back of her neck in such a possessive and firm grip, she felt controlled in the best way. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him grind harder against her.
âFuck, Daddy. That feels so fucking good, feeling you against my cunt.â She purred, keeping herself glued to him. There was a pause of moment but she could feel him twitch against her, the sharp intake of breath as he tried to catch himself. It had been a shot in the dark, but one that hit the bullseye. âYou like when I call you that? Does it make you feel good too?â
The reaction was visible. The man liked it more than she could even seem but that didnât mean she wasnât going to play into it to see just how far it went. âDaddy⌠daddyâŚ. Dadddy.â She taunted, whispering it against his skin. âYouâll make me cum like this. Just keep grinding into meâŚ. Just like this.â
Harry groaned at her response, his lips moving down to her neck, leaving biting kisses in his path. The honorific had him weak, even more worked up than he had thought he could be in this scenario. Little Y/N was getting bolder by the minute and he fucking adored it. It made him wonder what else he could get out of her.
"You're gonna get it, darling. Jusâ be patient and let me make you feel nice, the way youâve been wantinâ too." he murmured against her skin, his hips continuing to move against hers, keeping a steady pace. His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at her. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, Y/N. Donât ever doubt it."
Harry was hot to the touch, her fingers guiding his face back to kiss her as he ground his cock into her. She could feel how it twitched against her, her legs keeping him close so they could stay glued together. âThat feelsâŚâ she babbled. âSâgood. So good, H. I feel so hot and Iâm so fucking wet and I wish there wasnât anything between us but we gotta be good. So good.â She rambled. It was hard to control what left her mouth. She would call it temporary insanity if he brought it up again outside of their arrangement, but the simple movements were making her lose her goddamn head.
Harry's breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his heart pounding against his chest like they wanted to escape his ribcage as he continued to rock his hips against hers. He felt hot and needy, every fiber of his being screaming to be closer to her, but he held himself back, knowing that they had to at least try to be good. Heâd get to sink his cock into that hot cunt another day, make her cum around it and squeeze and milk every drop from his balls into her. That was something he was going to look forward to. But for right now they were testing the waters, and he liked it way more than he thought he would.
"Yâfeel so good, darling. So, so fuckinâ good, can barely stand it." He murmured against her lips, letting the praise flow easily off his tongue. Itâs what the woman deserved. All these shitty hookups and no one knew how to get to those little itches she couldnât scratch- but he could read her so easily. Harry knew what she needed. "You're doing so well for me, being so good. Daddy's proud of you."
The last sentence made her whine out loud. Pleasure flowed through her at his praise, wanting more of it. All of it. It had been so long since she had been touched by someone else, and while the last person she had expected to do it was her best friend, she had also never felt this level of desperation.
Harry could feel her body responding to his words, her whimpers and whines making his own desire for her grow even more. He loved knowing that his praise was making her feel good, that she needed to hear his words. He continued to murmur sweet, filthy things in her ear as his body moved against hers, his need for her growing more and more intense with every second.
"Thatâs my girl, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this."
He knew it had been a long time for her, felt it in how she kissed. Selfishly he would be glad to be the one she got to take care of her. No one else really deserved it. Maybe he didnât either, but he cared for her genuinely. He liked her and he wanted the best for her- so thatâs what he was going to do.
âMâgonna cum, daddy.â She whispered. âI feel it. Youâre getting my clit so perfect each time you move⌠god, sâso embarrassing to cum dry humping but I forgot how good it feels.â Or maybe it just hadnât ever felt this good with anyone else. It had been a while, sure, but she hadnât actually had dry sex with someone since she was sneaking around with her boyfriends back home. Something about it made her know that it had to be a Harry thing, though. That heâs the reason it felt this fucking good and why she was desperate for it.
Harry could feel her words shooting straight to his core, his body growing hotter in response. He could tell that she was close before she had even said so, by the way her body trembled against him, by the way her words got breathier and more desperate. Hearing her say so only made him more eager to get there.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let daddy make you feel good, darling." Harry murmured in her ear, his hands gripping her tighter, his body moving against hers more frantically now as he chased his own release alongside hers. She was going to cum, she was going to cum because of him and fuck if that wasnât the sweetest reward he could think of- he wasnât sure what was. "You're doing so perfect for me. Just let go for me. You can do it. I've got you, sweet girl."
Y/N felt it approach quicker than she had wanted. It was no wonder, though. Harry was giving her everything she didnât know she needed in the simplest way, and he wasnât even inside of her yet. She felt safe and appreciated as his fingers held her and his lips cooed encouragement to her, the rhythmic back and forth of his cock rutting against her poor, soaked panties, the heat boiling over.
âIâm gonna- mâcumming, mâcumming, Iâm cumming Daddy- Harry.â She babbled as her eyes welled up with pleasured tears, nails digging into his skin as she came.
Harry's breathing hitched as he felt her grip on him, her hands digging into his skin and her body trembling against his as she came. âThere you go baby, there you fuckinâ go. Yes.â He gasped, feeling himself tip over the edge. His name leaving her lips in a strangled whimper had been the final straw, his own release hitting him like a wave, his body shuddering against hers as he followed her over the edge. Shooting right into his briefs, he felt the hot and sticky load and momentarily mourned the loss of it not being inside of her, but it was quickly passed over as the orgasm washed over him.
"God, darling," the man groaned, his voice low and rough as he buried his face against her neck. Mouthing over the skin as he tried to gather his bearings, he mumbled sweetness into her. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're so perfect. So good for me. Sweetest fuckinâ peach."
The loud groan that followed her own had caught her off guard, the sharp thrusts of his hips making her cry out in overstimulation but she did little to stop it, keeping her legs around his hips. âWhat the fuck was that?â She laughed, head falling back on the sofa with her eyes blurry and wet. It was hard to think.
Harry couldnât say anything, his own brain fuzzy and his body in overload after that climax. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his forehead resting on her shoulder. His curls brushed her skin, scalp slightly damp as her fingers settled in the mess of hair and brushed through it without a second thought.
"Bloody fuckinâ hell, babe." Harry finally managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "That was⌠incredible." He lifted his head up, looking down at her disheveled and flushed form, his eyes roaming over her.
It was just dry sex, but it had been better than some of the full on stuff heâd had. Maybe it was just their connection, their vibe, maybe even being high, but he knew it felt impeccable. This was something he wanted to revisit- and he would, especially when he was all alone with his hand on his cock.
âIf it feels good like that, what the hell are we gonna do when we do the real thing?â Y/N blinked up at him, the flush of her orgasm glowing on her skin. She felt her body shivering slightly, her poor panties a complete mess sheâd need to change into, but there was no regret so far. It took her by surprise considering she had been anticipating a bit of awkwardness between the both of them but there was no hint of it as they recovered, a light kiss pressed over her cheek as his hazy eyes looked down at her.
Harry let out a half-laugh, his body still feeling heavy and spent after that intense release- one that had been a welcomed surprise. There had been no prior indication that would be happening tonight but for as insane as it was that it happened, he was more than happy that it did. Getting to experience this side of Y/N had been something he liked far more than he could have ever anticipated.
Leaning down, his forearms rested on either side of her head as his eyes locked with hers while he spoke. "I have a feeling that the real thing will be earth-shattering." He said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "The wait might kill me, though."
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