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Northern Attitude (2) sneak peek!!!!
âAnd you kept in contactâŚ?â She trails off, genuinely curious about the nature of their relationship.
âYeahâŚâ he shrugs, and then his lips open in a mischievous grin, âwhyâd yeh wanâto know?â
âNo reason! It was just a harmless questionâ
âAre you wondering if I fucked her?âÂ
Oh my god. YN feels her insides get warm at his question. She was, in fact, wondering that, but itâs not like he had to know! And she never wouldâve asked straight forward like that!Â
She chokes down a laugh and tries to get her body temperature back to normal. âNo, noâ.
Itâs not like her to get this worked up over a simple question, but maybe because Harry is incredibly pretty, and the word âfuckedâ coming out of his mouth seems to be much filthier than it need to be, she feels conflicted between the embarrassment of his question and the genuine curiosity on wondering what the answer would be.
âYeah, i bet you werenât⌠crimsonâ he chuckles.
âCrimson?â She asks furrowing her brows at him.
âYou get crimson red when you blushâ he says, matter of factly, and YN feels herself getting even more embarrassed. Whatâs wrong with her? First the malicious allusion to the nature of his relationship with her coworker and then blushing like a school girl getting caught reading smut!
âNo I donât!âÂ
âYes you do, crimsonâ his mouth opens in a vicious grin and she huffs at him, closing the screen of her computer harder than she intended.
âYou knowâŚâ he trails off, ââs a cute nickname, crimsonâ he rolls it off his tongue as if testing out it sounds coming from his mouth, âiâm gonna use it oftenâ.
âIâd prefer if you didnâtâÂ
âAnd I donât care, crimsonâ he chuckles, ânow⌠whereâs my little girl Baguette?â
Iâm posting part2 by the end of next week!!! Love you all
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For me it's surreal.
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Itâs been 8 years since Harry said âI meanâŚâ and slapped his box closed on tattoo roulette while Niall recovered from a panic attack right next to him and Iâve thought about it everyday since.
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Warnings: 18+, smut, subrry, unprotected sex, friends to lovers
Part One/ alternatively, read on wattpad
Pretty like yours: Part Two (word count: 8.5k)
Harry was avoiding you.
At first you thought you were imagining things, but as the evening progressed, you realised he really was avoiding you.Â
You didnât know how youâd ended up here, though.
Back at the hotel on that weekend beach trip, youâd heard your (very loud) group of friends coming back from dinner and you both scurried to put some clothes on and unlock the door, just in time for Mitch to open said door to the room he was sharing with Harry and for a few more of your friends to make themselves right at home on the bed that youâd just had sex on.
And that was some pretty amazing sex. Amazing enough that you were expecting a repeat, but not only did that not happen, nothing else happened either. You were leaving the next day, and, although there really hadnât been a moment where the two of you could talk it out, he never reached out when you got back home.
You were expecting a call, a text, anything to at least acknowledge that heâd also had a great time in your company.Â
Instead,⌠radio silence.
For the first few days you just kept finding excuses for him. Maybe he was feeling confused, after all- heâd just gotten out of a long term relationship. Maybe he still loved Marissa. Maybe he was feeling guilty. Hell, maybe he regretted it completely.Â
But⌠you were friends, first and foremost. And youâd slept together, which, even in your books as someone who enjoyed casual sex, still meant something, something worth acknowledging!
As days went on it was becoming more and more apparent that Harry had just had a bit of fun with you, and he wasnât even planning on a repeat based on how he was acting like it never happened. You blamed yourself for making your promiscuous ways known amongst your group. Youâd never thought of it in that light before, because youâd never been hurt in the process before. If you ever hooked up with someone it was clear from the get go that was all it was ever going to be. But now, the fact that Harry had assumed thatâs all you wanted and nothing more⌠when it definitely wasnât the case, well, it didnât sit well with you at all.
But youâd have never expected him to completely ignore you once you all hung out again, least of all at your friendsâ wedding. This was downright rude, and it was making you feel pretty shitty. Youâd looked forward to it, knowing heâd be there, even gotten all dolled up looking your very best. Youâd been more than ready to finally talk it out with him and maybe, hopefully, figure out what was going on. Part of you still refused to believe he just didnât give a fuck.
But looking at him now, you tended to believe it.
Harry was keeping himself busy at all times, talking to seemingly everyone else. Dancing with girls that werenât you. Laughing with your friends and people you didnât even know. Hell, he was having a grand olâ time, never once even glancing your way.
For the first half of the day, you just wallowed in your disappointment. Youâd never have pegged Harry for the fuckboy that would operate a hit and run, but⌠at the end of the day, you two really werenât that close to know for sure.Â
But since this was a wedding you were both attending, your friendsâ wedding, you couldnât really sulk for the entirety of it. So for the party you tried your best to put on a brave act and pretend like you were having a good time. Even flirt a bit, preferably in his vicinity.
Because if there was one thing for certain, that was Harryâs attraction for you. He couldnât have faked that. And since he was proving that boys will be boys, this would probably not sit well with him either.
The guy you were currently dancing with on the same dancefloor Harry was dancing with some (albeit very pretty) girl was getting a bit too handsy for your liking, and normally youâd have set some boundaries and maybe even stopped dancing with him altogether- that is if you werenât noticing Harry scowling all of a sudden. You still never caught him looking your way, but he was visibly upset, and judging by the sweet smile on his partnerâs face, it wasnât because of her.Â
The way this guy was downright groping you was making you feel even worse, though. Reaffirming somehow what had been dancing through your mind for the past 2 weeks since the beach trip- that you were seen as an easy girl and that youâd been foolish to think Harry would even assume otherwise based on everything he knew about you directly from the source. And after getting cheated on, the last thing he needed was someone who he thought was putting out for everyone as easily as you had with him. Even telling him youâd had a huge crush on him for the longest time, he still mustâve had his mind made up about you, and you were just someone he knew he could have some fun with, no strings attached.
But for the purpose of making Harry jealous, you allowed this guy to get a little too close. You didnât even know his name and he was trying to kiss you, his hands dangerously close to your bum.Â
You kept dodging his attempts but still flirted with him, which only spurred him on. And chancing some glances Harryâs way, you told yourself it was worth it. Especially when you finally caught him staring your way, and he didnât even bother pretending like he hadnât been.
What you didnât expect though was for him to say something to the girl he was dancing with without breaking eye contact with you, then leaving her in the middle of the dancefloor, approaching you in quick, long strides.Â
âSorry mate, need to borrow Y/N for a quick minute.â
And just like that you found yourself being ushered away, Harryâs hand on the small of your back urging you forward at a steady pace.
âWhy are you doing this?â he finally spat as soon as you turned a corner a bit further away from the heart of the party.
Youâd never seen Harry like this. He was usually just this easy going guy, almost took things in stride, youâd never seen him get into a heated argument with someone. His tone and body language were therefore taking you aback. Sure, youâd expected a reaction out of him- actually, hoped for one, the moment you decided youâd start openly flirting with other guys there right in front of him, but this was surprising.
âDoing what?â
He took a step closer towards you, making you step back and into the wall behind. You werenât scared of him, not in the least, if anything his pained expression overshadowed his frown lines. âItâs bad enough that you⌠you, you used me⌠but this?! Why must you rub it in my face like this?â
â...Used you?!â
Harry scoffed, taking in your confused expression. âYeah. Used. Took advantage of. Discarded me like it meant nothing the second Mitch and the others came back from dinner. I know youâre fine to just⌠hook up with people, but you never even so much as looked my way again that whole night! Like I was some sort of dirty secret you had to keep away from the group. Like I was⌠fucking worthlessâŚâ
âHarryâŚâ
âAnd then you never gave me a sign afterwards, confirming that indeed, youâd just had your fun and it meant nothingââ
âExcuse me?! Harry, you never gave a sign afterwards either!â
âI tried seeking you out that very night, tried catching your eye, I wanted to talk about it, see where we stood, but when you never so much as looked my way onceâ not even once! I just figured⌠if I was wrong, then surely youâd say something but then the next day you were already gone before I even came down for breakfast!â
âYeahâ I had to leave early âcause I had to go into work that afternoon to make up for Friday⌠God, Harry! Way to jump to conclusions! I didnât want the rest to know, because itâs none of their business, not because it was a secret. We hadnât had the chance to talk about it so I didnât know how to handle it, and I just got extra paranoid, I guess, in trying to not seem suspicious. Like, I was mortified when they nearly walked in on us, and our hair was all over the place, your braids had gotten undone, the bed was a mess, Iâm sure the room reeked of sex, and I just felt like everybody knew! And I guess I just avoided looking at you altogether to try and save face⌠I didnât even realise I was doing it, honestly. They never brought it up, though, so⌠I guess I was just being paranoid for nothing.â
Harry hung his head shaking it in disbelief then turned away from you, pacing a few steps then turning back to you. âYou know, you could at least be honest with me now. Just tell me, give it to me straight. I can take it. Just tell me I wasnât good enoughââ
âWhat? Harryââ
âI mean, clearly there must be something wrong with me, right? Since my ex cheated and you wouldnât even look me in the eye. Clearly itâs me.â
You pushed yourself off the wall âHarry, stop this! What the fuck are you on about! I swear that was it, I was just paranoid they all knew weâd just fucked, and then I had to leave first thing the next morning but I waited for you to call! Alright?! I waited! You just ghosted me! Like⌠why was I the one that shouldâve reached out, first of all, and secondly- I thought you just needed some space. Time to process what had happened! Youâre clearly hurting, and youâre clearly not over Marissa, and you might still love her for all I know and maybe you regretted it! Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing that you regretted and just wanted to forget, maybe itâd been just something to try and get her out of your system, or to get even with herâ fuck if I know! I just know that, at first, I kept telling myself you needed some time to figure out what you wanted and how you felt about it. And then days just kept rolling one after the other with no word from you and I figured I mustâve been right. For all I knew you and Marissa may have gotten back together!â
Harry watched you shout all that in his face, his nostrils flared and chest heaving, then ran his hands through his long hair and down his face. He slowly removed them after calming down a bit, âNo, weâre definitely not back together. I hardly had any time to mope about her and what sheâs done, Iâve been too focused on you. And not just⌠in a bad way. Like, I wasnât just hurting over feeling rejected by you. Like, even now, dragging you here to talk it out⌠even watching you blatantly flirt with all those guysâŚâ he eyed your right hand then reached to grab it and after a quick look around to make sure no one was watching he brought it to his crotch, pressing his hand over yours to make sure you felt just how hard he was underneath his dress pants. âFeel that? Tell me why I canât make this go away. No matter how much I abuse myself itâs right back up again at the thought of what happened between us. You made me feelââ he inhaled sharply, twitching against your palm and your mouth fell agape at the sudden change in his demeanour. âFuck, Y/N, like no oneâs ever made me feel before. And then you took it awayâŚâ he whined, and you squeezed your hand against his hard-on making his whine turn into a moan.
You could see someone exit the bathroom from your peripheral vision to your far right, and you removed your hand and grabbed his loose tie instead, dragging him towards it. Praying no one was inside, you pulled him into the bathroom for disabled, and luckily, it was vacant. Harry laughed- genuinely laughed at how ridiculous and wrong this was, of course, and you just yanked at his tie harder before you locked the door behind you. âListen, if someone needs it, all they have to do is knock!â
âSure. Wonât be weird at all when two people scramble out of it.â
âWeâll cross that bridge when we reach it. Thought you had a bit of a problem worth tending to, or was I mistaken?â
Harryâs eyes darkened considerably at your proposal but he seemed to sober up just as quickly when he stopped your hand from reaching his belt. âWait. Wait, what does this mean? Weâve both clearly fucked up waiting for the other to reach out, I donât wanna assume anything anymore. Or wait for you to make the first move. I want you. More than just for tonight, more than just for this. I donât do casual. You shouldâve known this about me by now, but I understand why you thought I maybe wanted to try something casual after that whole long term shitshow. I know you do, and thereâs nothing wrong with that, but if thatâs all you want with this, then I donât know if we shouldââ
You kissed him, cutting him short. He was just so adorable trying to blurt all that out and you just couldnât wait a moment longer before you told him what he wanted to hear âHarry, in case you forgot what I told you last time, when, granted, you may have been a bit distracted, so Iâll let it slideâ Iâve had the fattest crush on you ever since we met. And no, that doesnât just mean Iâve been meaning to jump your bones, it means- what you experienced tonight? Watching me flirt with those guys? That was nothing compared to how Iâve had to watch you and Marissa for all that time, watching you not only flirt with her, but⌠care for her, respect her, make her laugh, soothe her,... love her. I havenât had that, with anymore. I donât know what itâs like to be in love. Donât know what itâs like to be loved. And maybe the reason why I havenât given anyone a real chance all this time is because, since Iâve met you, you raised the bar to the point where all the guys I meet just fall short. They canât match up to the standard I have now, which is you. And Iâm not saying this to put any pressure on this, whatever this is⌠Maybe itâs not going to turn into that, with us, and itâs fine. But for the first time, I feel something different, with you. Itâs why I was acting like a fucking child just then, because I was hurt. I felt like I had my chance with you and blew it.â
âFuck, Y/N⌠You didnât blow it. Not at all. I did, I shouldâve done this proper. Shouldâve taken it slow. But I thought this is how you liked to go about things, just jump right in, I wanted to be⌠what you wanted. Wanted to be good for you, and maybe then youâd give me a chance. Had I known thatâs how you felt about me I wouldâve waited, asked you out, done it all proper. Instead, I just acted like all the guys before me⌠I guess⌠I mustâve not met the standard Iâd set myself.â
âNo, thatâs not it. I donât regret what happened, Harry. Not for a moment. I regret being foolish and overthinking it, and I shouldâve just reached out. We were both a couple of idiots, can we agree on that?â
âAlright,â his sweet smile adorned his face once more, his deep dimples carving into his cheeks. âCan we agree on something else?â
âHm?â
âThat weâre a thing? Like, officially? I still wanna take you out and backtrack a bit, but we know eachother enough that I think we can tell if itâs something we both want or notâŚâ
You matched his smile and his only got wider at your reaction. âYes, Harry. Weâre a thing.â
He let go of your hand and used both his to cup your cheeks and kiss you properly. It was hard to kiss while smiling as wide as you both were, but eventually you both relaxed into it and it slowly got more and more intense.Â
He broke the kiss when he suddenly pulled away and groaned, resting his forehead against yours. âWhy canât I keep myself in check around you? This is not how I wanted this to happen, you deserve better. Not just another quickie hiding away from our friends...â
âI decide what I deserve, and I think Iâve earned watching your pretty face all blissed out while you come inside my mouth. Havenât I?â
âFuck, Y/NâŚâ
âWill you deny me, Harry?â
âOf course not, baby, you can have anything you want. Iâm all yours...â Harry groaned then leaned his forehead against yours âI just hate that this is all happening in the loo like this.â
You both chuckled at that and you whispered âWell, weâre not taking the traditional route, weâve already established that. But we can wait, if itâs putting you off.â
Harry exhaled shakily âI know I should do the gentlemanly thing and have us wait, but if you donât touch me soon Iâm afraid I wonât live to see that day.â
You giggled at that âWhat a drama queen. We canât have that though, can we? I just love to see you all desperate for me like this. Wouldâve been disappointed if you made us wait, puppyâŚâ
At that you pressed your palm flat against his erection yet again and he moaned, letting you push him against the door and kiss down his neck as you worked his belt loose.
You slid down to your knees, your slip dress doing a poor job at cushioning your skin against the cold, dirty tiles, but you honestly couldnât give less of a fuck, not when youâd taken his pants down with you and was face to face with his boxers. Harry had unbuttoned his shirt hastily, pulling it open, and his dick was pushing out of the waistband of his boxers, his leaky tip visible.Â
âIs it wrong that Iâve been dying to do this? Get my mouth on you. Even while being mad at you⌠I kept fantasising about what you might taste like.â You nosed at his erection through the cloth and you could already hear him panting in anticipation as you pulled him out. âYou smell so good. Always smell so good. Love your cologne, but love the smell of your skin, the smell of you, even more.â
âPlease⌠pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what, puppy? Be a good boy and use your words for me,â you fluttered your eyelashes looking up at him, and it was taking every ounce of willpower to pry your eyes off of his cock. It really was a sight to behold and you felt your mouth water, eager to get a taste finally.
You loved when he got all flustered, but even so, he managed a breathy âplease take me inside that pretty mouth, I canât wait any longer, need to feel you, missed youâŚâ
He sounded so desperate and needy you didnât even wait for him to finish before you began kissing along his shaft, wet sloppy kisses, getting him all slippery before fitting the head in your mouth. It was already quite the mouthful and you moaned around him hoping to convey the message.Â
Harry slumped against the door, losing his footing a bit. âOh, fuck, Y/NâŚâ
âTaste so good. Youâre just sweet all over arenât you, pretty?â Harry whined, he was such a slut for a bit of praise and you loved it. He deserved every bit of it anyway, visibly melting at the praise but his cock got even harder if anything. âYouâre gonna burst baby, I can feel it, can taste it. Want me to swallow it all up? I bet itâs gonna be a lot⌠youâre so big and heavy in my mouth, probably gonna choke on itâŚâ
âFuck, please, yes, please, pleaseâ Iâm gonnaââ
You deepthroated him then, and you felt him stiffen completely as you did so, then his whole body shuddered violently as he came down your throat, flooding your mouth instantly as you pulled back up a bit, choking like you predicted you would. You swallowed around him quickly, but could still feel his come dribbling down through the corners of your mouth, and Harry tried to wipe it away as he was crying out in pleasure- still careful with you even in the throes of passion.
When you finally pulled away you just stared at each other, both panting heavily. âWhat happened to asking for permission, hm?â
Harryâs eyes widened ashe helped you up, tucking himself away, snapping right back into action with the realization of what heâd done. He stammered to say something but you pulled him by the tie he was still wearing even with his dress shirt unbuttoned and kissed him passionately. He moaned deeply and you figured he mustâve never tasted himself before to garner this reaction from him, even now after heâd orgasmed. âYouâre so in trouble, puppy. I let it slide once, the first time- remember? Youâre not getting off the hook this time.â
Harry gulped and if you didnât know any better you thought he was gonna ask you to make good of this threat right there and then. âGonna punish me?â
You nodded. âYes. But Iâll spring it upon you unsuspectedly. Just know youâre in for it. For now⌠I think we need to get back out there before people report us missing.â
Harry whined. âButâŚâ
âHm? Are you not satisfied with what you got? You greedy puppyâŚâ
âOf course I am. Jesus, Y/N. I saw stars for a moment there. I justâI wantâŚâ
âYou need a bit of aftercare, donât you? Want me to hold you and love on you a bit?â
Harry paused, as if not expecting you to have guessed it. ââYes. I want that. Very much. And I want to make you feel good tooâŚâ
âTell you what. Letâs go dance. You can hold me as tight as you want. You can kiss me. I donât care what our friends say or if they put two and two together. Alright? As for returning the favor, thereâs no such thing, Harry. Weâre not keeping score, are we?â
âOf course not. Itâs not that I feel I have to, I want to. I just wish I could take you home tonight⌠but I do want to take you out first, on a real date, spoil you a bit. Wanna treat you right.â
âComing down my throat is treating me right, Harry. I wanted this, remember? Iâm not a porcelain doll. Trust me. And I will wait, because I wanna treat you right too, and I can tell this is important to you. Now letâs go out there, if youâre comfortable with our friends seeing us together, that is.â
Harry scoffed as he righted all his clothing and you checked your appearance in the mirror, âtheyâre lucky Iâm not stealing the DJâs mic to announce it to the whole venue.â
You laughed at that as Harry checked if the coast was clear for the two of you to hurry out of the bathroom. He then took your hand and led you back to the dancefloor, where, as luck would have it, theyâd switched to some slow dancing. Just what Harry needed, as he pulled you into his arms, your head rested on his chest, you swayed to the music and pretended it was just the two of you in that moment youâd never forget.
*
Your friends were nice enough not to interrupt your moment on the dancefloor and even afterwards, they didnât inquire, probably so they didnât make the evening about you two, since this was someone elseâs wedding- but boy did they blow up your phone the following days. Harry shared that heâd been answering texts about it just the same, and, well, it was official. The two of you were a couple and your friends were nothing but surprised.Â
Of course most of the girls had figured something had happened that day at the beach when they came back at the hotel and heard the door unlock just before they reached it. Then there was other incriminating evidence- your dishevelled appearances, the unmade bed, and the charged atmosphere. Not to mention, it reeked of sex, as per Sarah.Â
You were glad it was all out in the open though, you didnât wanna have to sneak around even if it wouldâve probably been better to navigate this at your own pace at least at the beginning. You two werenât planning on spending time with your friends too soon, though. The first free night that worked for both of you was already booked for the infamous date Harry was gonna take you on.
You agreed to meet at the restaurant solely because you didnât trust yourselves to have Harry pick you up from your place and ditch the whole date altogether. You hadnât seen eachother since the wedding, almost an entire week, and, well⌠texting was nice, but even that you were losing control over.Â
You two needed to be alone, ASAP.
But the date was also something you were looking genuinely forward to. Youâd barely had any time coming home from work to shower and change into something a lil bit more flirty, touched up your makeup the tiniest bit and rushed to get to the restaurant where Harry texted heâd already gotten to, a little bit earlier than what youâd agreed on.Â
You wanted to text him back that he was a cute, eager puppy but you refrained. You genuinely wanted this date to be more than just sexual innuendo, you felt like you two needed time one on one doing more than just devouring each other.
When you finally arrived, Harryâs face lit up immediately upon seeing you. He pecked your lips and helped you to your seat and you were already wondering how you were gonna get through the night without another bathroom interlude. He looked absolutely yummy, his signature skinny jeans and a flowy, half buttoned down short sleeve shirt, his curls brushing his shoulders and his eyes rounded and sparkly. You made a mental note not to stare at his pink, shiny lips but you caught yourself doing so an embarrassing amount of times before you even got to order.
You werenât hungry in the moment though, you barely touched your food, and it looked like Harry was on the same boat. You were too busy talking, and the conversation was flowing. You talked about your common friends for a bit to ease into it, then it went to your work places, then the inevitable subject arose- your exes.
âYou know Iâve never really had a serious relationship. So thereâs not much to tell⌠you can ask me if you want, but I genuinely wouldnât know where to start and what would even be relevant. I am, however, interested in hearing more about what went down with Marissa⌠but we donât have to talk about it right now. Just⌠feel free to open up whenever you feel comfortable. Or, I donât know. Tell me to get lost if you just donât wanna talk about it at all.â
Harry smiled at that but heâd visibly gotten quieter since the subject had been brought up. âNo, I want to talk to you about it. As you know itâs still fairly recent but thatâs not the issue⌠the issue is how it ended and I justâ I donât know how to handle my feelings about it? I feel like Iâve just kept pushing them down and I donât know how to work through them so that I can properly move on. I donât want it to affect us in any shape or form. And I donât want you to feel like Iâm dwelling on the past instead of being present here with you, âcause itâs not like thatâŚâ
You reached across the table for his hand and squeezed it, but he didnât let it go and you smiled at how nervous he seemed to be talking about this. âHave you spoken to anyone about this? The guys,...?â
âNo, I mean⌠you saw how much they like to tease me about it. Canât exactly open up and give them even more ammo can I? Iâve been talking to my sister a bit about it⌠I donât know. She says I need closure. That I need to confront Marissa about what happened and hold her accountable somehow. But I just, I donât know⌠isnât that a bit pathetic? She cheated on me, what more is there left to say? I can blame her all I want, that wonât change what happened.â
âWish I had any sound advice, but I just donât know what you could do to make yourself feel better, baby. Iâm sorry. Times like these when I really wish I had some experience in matters of the heart.â
Harry looked at you from underneath his lashes, âyou really havenât been in love before?â
You shrugged, âI know. Iâm a weirdo, huh? I donât know, it just never happenedâŚâ
âYouâre not a weirdo,â Harry squeezed your hand. âI know itâs very caveman of me, but I love that. You havenât really let anyone in, nobody has won your heart over, and Iâm all the more excited to maybeâ hopefully be your first.â
You mirrored Harryâs charged gaze and you had to admit, he could be onto something there, if the way your heart sped up at that was any indication.
âBut⌠yeah⌠having said that. It was wise of you to protect your heart like that. I just throw myself head first into it. I fall hard and fast. And contrary to recent events, thatâs not something that applies to all areas of my life, I promise.âÂ
You threw your head back laughing and you had to remind yourself you were at a nice restaurant. Harryâs goofy grin made it even more funny. âAlright, okay⌠weâll⌠assess later on. Are you telling me that you just fall for anyone, though? Am I just one of many?â You flipped your hair dramatically, evidently making a joke but Harry pulled your arm by the hand so that you scooted closer still.
âNot in a million years, Y/N. Youâre very special to me, always have been. Please donât say that. Yes I may fall easily but I lose interest pretty easily, too. Have had many short term relationships. This might be the reason I donât do casual, I just canât keep my heart out of it. But down the line I realize itâs just infatuation, and that they arenât who I painted them to be in my head, you know? I idealize people a bit, I guess. Iâm dramatic like that, quite the hopeless romantic. My past relationships have fizzled out pretty early, apart from this one with Marissa and a couple before her. But you? Iâve known you for so long⌠and you are who you say you are, you know? Youâre so unapologetically you. Iâve seen the good, the badââ
âThe bad?!â
âYeah, sure, like how cranky you are in the morning, how bad you are at remembering birthdaysâŚâ
You scoffed, kicking his shin under the table playfully, âexcuse me?!â
âOh, shush,â he grinned. âLike I was saying- Iâve seen the good, the bad, and even while being in love I still had a soft spot for you all that time. Kinda made me question my integrity.â
âYou mean when you were fantasizing about me while fucking your ex?â
Harry shook his head, covering his face with his free hand, âI knew I shouldnât have told you about that.â
âYou never told me it was while you were in bed with her! Earlier when you told me you kinda alluded to just thinking about me when you got yourself off, I was just pulling your leg just now!â You laughed incredulously, âJesus, Harry, for real?!â
Harry turned a deep shade of red and you had to fight his hand away from his face. He bit his lower lip and shrugged, âI tried not to. It just kept happening. I felt really bad for it, too, so much so that it kindaâŚâ he cleared his throat, turning more bashful, âaffected my performance. I still wonder if this is why she cheated, perhaps I just wasnât satisfying her with the way itâd die on me midway like that⌠it happened a few times, not too many, but still she kept making it out to be a huge deal which just made me overthink it going further.â
âOh my God, Harry. Baby. Iâm so sorry, I didnât know this was such a touchy subject. Sorry I brought it upâŚâ
âNo, donât be⌠I even thought I should mention it anyway, just in case it⌠happens again? Like, it didnât, back at the hotel, but I was so excited it wouldâve been impossible i reckon, plus- yeah. It wasnât my best performance, letâs just put it that way. But hey at least that didnât happen,â he chuckled nervously.
âWait, no, donât deflect with humour. You alluded at this back at the wedding, too. Said how you thought you maybe hadnât been good enough and thatâs why I hadnât reached out? Harry, youâre insaneâ like, first of all, letâs just clear that up, alright? Iâm not in the habit of stroking menâs ego just for the hell of it. In fact, I refrain from doing so because, really, thatâs just a bad idea generally, letâs be honest. But, Harry, baby, that was just amazing. You made me feel incredible. Plus it was a new dynamic for you, I could tell you were nervous and wanted to do good, and you delivered an amazing performance all things considered. I was really impressed, to tell you the truth. Kinda been wondering if you rose up to the expectation, and you surpassed it.â
âIâwow... Really?â
âUhm, yes?! Youâre the real deal baby. Not that often you come across a well endowed man that actually knows how to operate the equipment.â
Harry bit his lower lip again, this time to avoid grinning ear to ear. Here it was, that praise kink again. You wondered if youâd live to regret telling him all this later on, but for now, it was pleasing you tremendously to see him react like this to your words of affirmation.
âAhem, well⌠wow. Ok. Thank you for reassuring me. But as I previously stated, and not to sound like all this has already gone to my head⌠I can definitely do better.â
âColour me intrigued.â
Harry cleared his throat, âbut, just to backtrack a bit. I donât want you to think this is something I normally do.â
âWhat?â
âThink about other women in bed. Itâd never happened to me before. Actually, this whole discussion started from me telling you how special you were, the way you never really left my mind. But Iâm realizing this might make you feel weird, or uncomfortable, so I apologise. Iâm just being honest⌠Iâm not proud of it, by any means, Marissa didnât deserve that- well, not at the moment she didnât. But I just couldnât stop thinking about you. That being said, I donât want this to make you ever wonder if Iâm thinking about someone else while weâre together. I really do mean it when I say youâre special, Y/N. Itâs not just the physical attraction, itâs like I said⌠Iâve known you a long time now. Youâre someone I want to be around, like, all the time. Wanna bask in your presence. I realized I donât feel the same way about any of my other friends. Havenât felt the same about my exes aside from the initial honeymoon phase, either. I just��� never get my fill of you, you know?â
You sat there, taking that all in and you had the presence of mind to come to the realization that no one had ever spoken about you like this, ever. Nobody has made you feel special. You didnât consider yourself to be special, anyway. This was completely novel to you, and you had no idea how to react to it other than feel your heart rate pick up again. âGosh, Harry⌠thatâs⌠a lot to take in.â
Harry then hastily sat up and moved to the seat closer to you instead of across the table, still holding your hand this whole time. âIâm sorry, am I coming on too strong? Or did I make you feel uncomfortable? Both?â
You smiled at his worry and finally released your hand from his to caress the side of his face, âno, pretty. Itâs just⌠no oneâs made me feel like that before⌠you know? Like I was special, somehow. Itâs just so foreign to me, and I donât know what to do with myself now. All I know is that Iâve always felt the same about you, but, Harry- everyone feels that way around you. I mean, this canât be news to you, surely you notice the attention you get everywhere you go, you just have this magnetic quality about you. Itâs the way you give the person youâre talking to your undivided attention, make them feel like all your focus is concentrated on them and nothing else, the way you just light up a room and draw everyone to you like moths to a flame, your charisma, your charm, your gorgeous self. So me telling you how special you are must be something youâve heard plenty of times. I just never thought someone like you could feel like I was special. Sure, the chemistry between us is undeniable but thatâs a different matter, at least thatâs what I think you meantâŚâ
âIt is, of course it is. Iâm so excited for this, Y/N. And itâs not just the usual way I get excited about a new partner. Itâs like⌠finally, Iâm finally with the person I wanted all along, feels like Iâve arrived somewhere rather than just departed from somewhere else, you know?â
You twirled a curl of his around your finger, biting your lower lip. âYouâre saying some pretty deep, beautiful stuff to me tonight, Harry. I didnât know you were like this.â
âA goobâ?
You yanked on his hair strand a bit in admonition, âno, silly. Romantic. But not in a cheesy way. I like it. I really like it.â
âAnd I like you pulling my hair.â
You squinted at him, âit comes and goes, though, doesnât it?â
Harry laughed and scooted his seat even closer. âIâll be romantic for you, Iâm just trying my hardest not to come on too strong. Iâll be whatever you want me to be. Can we go, so I can get right to it?â
You stared at his lips for a split moment before he went in for the kiss, and shortly after, you were both in an uber trying to keep it PG.Â
And failing for the most part.
As soon as you got to your place, though (the closest to the restaurant), you were all over eachother. Clothes were discarded hastily and you fumbled into bed finally, not really sure how youâd made it there.
Of course youâd anticipated bringing Harry home with you tonight, and youâd gone over several scenarios, things youâd been eager to try out with him, see what he liked, how far you could push his newfound submissiveness. All that went out the window though when you had him pin you down deliciously, his heavy cock resting over your navel, a very visual reminder of how deep he was going to bury himself into you in a moment.
You just couldnât care less about all youâd planned out, all you knew was that you wanted him inside of you, the sooner, the better. And Harry was clearly on the same page when you pumped him a few times and painted his tip through your folds, positioning him at your entrance.Â
Normally, you were the kind of person who needed a bit of foreplay. Maybe a clitoral orgasm first to get you ready for a vaginal one. But as soon as he bottomed out you could already feel yourself right on the edge.Â
Youâd been with big guys before, and yes, it helped, but sex was so much more than just that. A good orgasm wasnât automatically a result of a precise technique just anyone (other than yourself, maybe) could apply.Â
Harry just got you there. Everything about him got you there.Â
From his gorgeous face, the way he kissed you, so wet and sloppy and intense, the way he breathed you in, got right under your skin to the point where it was like you were high on him.
The way he held you and felt you all over, a heady mix of gentle and assertive, tentative and possessive; the way he looked at you like he could eat you alive if you werenât careful, to the way he felt inside of you, filling you up so perfectly like you were fucking made for eachother.
His pretty moans, you loved how vocal he was. His whimpers, his grunts, his huffs and the way he trembled when you kissed him as if that was the absolute peak of intimacy.Â
It was embarrassing how quickly you were coming around his cock. He was so pleased with himself he almost came then and there from the shock of it alone. âBut I want another one. I can feel it, youâre going to ruin me with this next one, come on baby. Let go, Iâll catch you.â
He abused your clit then, thumbed at it just right, made you feel like you couldnât possibly fit under your skin for a moment longer, and thatâs when you squirted all over him, for the first time in your life, something youâd always suspected yourself capable of but just never got there, not even on your own.
Harry added to the wet mess immediately after, pulling out and painting all over you in turn.Â
Your legs were shaking something fierce when he dragged you into the shower but he managed to soothe your muscles into complete relaxation, caressing you all over and kissing you incessantly.
âIâll be right back to get you, just gonna go change the bedsheets, alright? Just stay here under the water so you donât get cold, baby.â
He was gone before you could sober up enough to tell him where to look for the bedlinen. You were so drunk on him, you felt like maybe switching the water to cold would bring you back on earth if only just momentarily.
But Harry was back surprisingly fast, wrapped you up in a fluffy towel and unwrapped you before tucking you under the duvet. You didnât ask where he was going, you just loved watching him prance around with a towel around his waist, made a mental note to ask him to ditch it next time.
Next time. Your heart rate picked up again realizing there would be a next time, and a time after that. You were a couple, he wasnât going anywhere in the morning. And instead of having this notion terrify you, it made you feel all warm inside.
You knew this was trouble, didnât need anyone to narrate this in a Morgan Freeman voice for you to realize you were probably falling in love for the first time. All the cliche signs were there. But not even that realization terrified you.
Huh.
Harry was back with a tall glass of water, insisted you drank a bit before scooting in under the duvet next to you. Skin to skin, fresh sheets, and he still smelled divinely like himself. He spooned you and held you close and you were asleep before you could even go over everything that had happened in your head.
You did, however, wake up at one point in the night. You werenât accustomed to sleeping with anyone, really. The short term relationships youâd had still didnât automatically mean your exes would be spending the night often.Â
Harry had shifted a bit, splayed on his back, occupying most of the bed like a huge starfish. Funny, since heâd definitely been sharing beds for most of his adulthood, and still didnât know how to keep to his side of the bed.
You werenât sure how late it was, but the morning wasnât close yet. It was definitely nowhere near close enough for the morning wood Harry was sporting. Which meant it probably wasnât the reason for his impressive erection, he was probably dreaming of something really nice, hopefully you.Â
How sad would it be if he was already thinking of some other woman like he promised wouldnât happen again, you laughed to yourself. You couldnât believe heâd admitted that to you, even. Heâd been so vulnerable with you, so open. You realized youâd never really gotten to what had happened between him and Marissa, apart from what you already knew. You made a mental note to continue that conversation later on, but for now, you had other plans.
It was just too tempting not to.Â
When Harry finally gasped, he almost deepthroated you with how he jerked awake. His guttural groan covered your choking sounds, though, and you didnât let up. He reached to card his fingers through your hair and you popped off of him, ânuh-huh. Whereâs your manners, puppy?â
It took him a bit to register the entirety of the situation but when he finally did he whined âFuck, Y/N⌠can I touch you, baby? Youâre making me feel so good. God, that mouth of yours...â
âAlright, go ahead. You like this, then? Feel good?â
âI feel⌠euphoric.â
âGood.â You paused to stroke him a bit as you spoke to him assertively, âbecause this is all youâre getting. Gonna edge you, over and over, until I fall asleep mouthing at this pretty cock of yours. Howâs that sound?â
Harry whined again, even more pathetically, âbut⌠you mean, you wonât let me finish? At all?â
You chuckled mockingly, âthatâs right pretty, and do you know why that is?â
Harry shook his head poutily and you just cooed at him as you spat over him, watching your saliva land on his sensitive slit. âWell, puppy, Iâm just making sure you never forget to ask before coming again, hm? Third time tonight⌠and Iâve been warning you. Naughty boys get punished you knowâŚâ
âFuck!â He threw his head back on the pillow as you took him right back in your mouth and down your throat again.
And again.
And again.
Youâd reduced him to a whiny, pouty mess in record time. You could tell heâd never had someone else edge him, heâd told you the truth. Not that you suspected any of what heâd told you to be a lie. And not that you really felt he deserved to be punished, heâd fucked you better than anyone else ever had. This was actually his reward. He just didnât know it yet.
By the time his thighs were shaking and he incessantly pleaded for you to let him come, you scooted lower and played with his balls a bit, not giving any attention to his cock but you knew he was so far gone that heâd probably still finish just from this.
But when you pushed his thighs farther apart and tongued at his perineum he cried out so loud that you took pity on him and decided to end his agony. You took his throbbing cock back into your hand and languidly stroked him. âEver had your pretty ass played with before, puppy?â
âN-no⌠neverâŚâ
âNot even by yourself? Never been curious to try?â
âIâI have, but⌠I donât knowâŚâ
âWant me to give you a first too tonight? Just like you did for me? Iâd never squirted before either, you know.â
âFuck. Fuck, fuck, Y/N, really?â
âMhm.â You kept licking at his sack as you talked to him, all the while stroking him but not applying as much pressure as you knew you needed at that point. âWhat say? Wanna try? You can say no, I wonât be upset or disappointed. And you can stop me anytime if you change your mind.â
âAnd I can come?â
âYes, puppy, you can come, but Iâll let you come either way. Youâve been such a good boy, I canât leave you hanging, not tonight. So? What will it be? Itâs your choice.â
âUhm⌠ok, we can tryâŚâ He was visibly shaking in anticipation, as you tried to gauge whether he was just eager to finish or actually give this a try.
You bent his knees a bit over his chest and gave him a tentative lick even lower down. Harry shuddered in pleasure and began blabbering about how he canât hold off anymore. You knew he was right on the brink, you were proud of him for holding out for as long as he had. Licking again more vigorously, you knew you had to go easy on him, so all you did was give him a tentative fingertip. But it was enough for him to clamp onto and spasm around uncontrollably as he finally came undone.Â
You praised him through his orgasm, telling him how good he was for you, how pretty he looked like that, how brave heâd been to try something new. When he came down you scooted your way up his long torso and he kissed you even more ardently than before if that was even possible. âThat was⌠incredible. I donât think I ever came that hard in my life.â
âGood. Cause thatâs the case for me as well. Wanted to give you something similar, Iâm so glad you were open to it. Knew itâd blow your mind.â
âFuck, that was⌠holy shit. I canât believe how intense that was. But even the edging⌠it was everything Iâd fantasized about and more. Youâre⌠fuck, Y/N. Youâre incredible. Youâre never getting rid of me.â
And for the first time, that notion didnât scare you. In fact, it made you hopeful. Maybe he really would be your first, after all.
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Double The Cravings*
a/n: this was a request by @cicicavill7 (sorry i didn't post the entire ask it was too long đđđđđ)
Summary: you're very pregnant, and harry has to go to a fundraiser. you don't feel like eating because of your growing body, feeling insecure but harry's always there to take care of his pretty pregnant girl.
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: smut, fluff. mentions of pregnancy, insecurities. p in v sex, sex while pregnant, creampie, aftercare, kissing.
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"You look absolutely stunning, darling."Â
Harry's warm breath tickled the shell of your ear as his arms wound around your waist from behind. His large hands came to rest reverently on the swell of your pregnant belly, cradling the twins you were carrying.Â
You bit your lip, smoothing the silky fabric of your dress down self-consciously. While you didn't doubt Harry's sincerity, it was getting harder to feel confident about your changing body lately. Your cravings had been intense and unrelenting, and you felt like you were gaining more weight than a typical pregnancy.
"You really think so?" you asked, unable to mask the uncertainty in your tone as you examined your reflection again. "I feel like this dress is getting a bit snug..."
Harry's brow furrowed, and he turned you to face him, tilting your chin up with one finger. "Of course I think so. Have you looked at yourself? You're glowing, Y/N. Absolutely radiant carrying our babies."Â Â
He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against yours affectionately. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than you right now, my pregnant little wife."
You felt your cheeks warm at his words, ducking your head bashfully. It was getting more difficult to accept the compliments the further along you got. Your hormones were all over the place and you felt big and awkward rather than the radiant fertility goddess Harry seemed to see.
Sensing your reticence, Harry cupped your face in his large hands, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "I'm serious. You're so bloody gorgeous, Y/N, especially with this new lush, curvy figure of yours." His eyes burned with sincerity and...something darker as they raked over your body. "Gonna let me show you later just how much I appreciate these new assets?"
Despite your fluttering nerves, you felt desire curl low in your belly at the rumbling promise in his gravelly tone. Harry always had a way of making you feel utterly desirable and worshipped.
"If you insist," you murmured demurely, though you knew he could see the want simmering behind your eyes.
Harry groaned, ducking to capture your lips in a searing kiss. "Cheeky girl. You know I do." He punctuated his words with nibbling bites along your jaw. "Going to cherish every new inch of you, angel."
A fluttering in your stomach prevented you from getting too carried away. You placed a hand over Harry's where they still cradled your bump.
"Alright, alright, down boy," you giggled breathlessly. "We've got somewhere to be, remember? And these two are getting impatient."
Chuckling, Harry pressed one more smoldering kiss to the corner of your mouth before releasing you. "Fair point. Shall we, my pregnant goddess?"
With a wink, he offered his arm which you took with an eye roll and a fond smile. Despite your persisting insecurities, you felt reassured by his doting attention as you exited your bedroom. Â
This fancy fundraiser gala had been on your schedule for months, a can't-miss event Harry had been looking forward to all year. You'd been nervous about going, worried people would judge your ever-expanding figure. But Harry had been adamant that you were going to shine like the stunning, fertile vision you were. Now you were just hoping you could make it through without any embarrassing incidents.
Your breath caught as soon as you stepped into the opulent ballroom of the posh venue, immediately feeling underdressed and frumpy next to the glamour of the high society crowd milling about.Â
Harry, always in tune with your wavering confidence, leaned over to murmur in your ear. "Try to relax, love. You're the most beautiful woman in the room, and not a single person here holds a candle to you carrying my children."
You flushed at his ardent assurance, trying to calm your nerves as he led you toward the refreshments. Of course, not five minutes after arriving, the doubts began creeping back in.Â
All of the hors d'oeuvres being offered were deliciously unhealthy, aromas of rich foods and sharp spices assaulting your sensitive, pregnant senses. Your mouth watered just looking at the arrays of canapes, bruschetta, sliders, and mini quiches laid out enticingly.Â
But your hormonal self-consciousness quickly took over. You worried about stuffing your face and exploding right out of this tight dress, about people watching you pile food onto your plate and whispering behind your back. About looking sloppy and out of control.
So despite the intense cravings rumbling in your stomach, you shyly waved off the passing servers offering treats and settled for sipping some water and nibbling on a few breadsticks. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Harry frowning in concern, his brows drawing together as he watched you avoid most of the appetizers. But he didn't comment, simply squeezing your hand reassuringly and turning to engage in conversation with some donors.
As the evening wore on, your stomach was grumbling so loudly you feared passersby could hear it over the music and mingling voices. Your cravings were getting worse by the minute as you tried desperately to ignore mouthwatering aromas wafting all around. You pressed one palm against your belly, rubbing soothing circles as the babies kicked in protest.
"I know, I know," you whispered, feeling guilty already. You didn't want to deprive your little ones of anything, but the thought of stuffing yourself in front of all these judgemental rich folk had you paralyzed. Â
You jumped slightly at the feeling of a large hand settling over yours on your bump.
"Everything okay?" Harry ducked his head close, green eyes full of concern as he searched your face. "You've hardly eaten anything all night. Are you feeling ill?"
You bit your lip, averting your gaze briefly as you weighed whether or not to open up to him. After a beat, you decided there was no sense in hiding it; Harry could always see right through you anyway.
"No, it's not that exactly. It's just..." You sighed, gesturing vaguely around the ballroom. "I feel so out of place here. Like everyone's judging me for how big I've gotten already. If I gorge myself on all the food I want, I'll probably tip right over."
A soft, sad look flashed across Harry's face. "Oh, my sweet girl." He pulled you gently into his arms, stroking a soothing hand down your back. "Is that why you've barely touched your plate tonight? Because you're self-conscious?"
You nodded against his chest, comforted by his solid warmth and the faint whiff of his cologne amidst the richer scents of the food. "I know it's ridiculous. I should be listening to my body's needs, not worrying about stupid societal expectations. But I just...I feel huge already, and my cravings have been so intense this pregnancy. I'm scared if I give in, especially to this rich food, I'll get even bigger and--"
"Y/N." Harry pulled back, cupping your cheeks to force you to meet his suddenly intense gaze, brow furrowed sternly. "You listen to me right now, alright? That's nonsense and I won't hear another word about it."
You swallowed thickly at the fierceness in his expression, heat pooling in your belly at the hint of that commanding "dad" tone you'd come to crave during your pregnancy.
"You are...stunning. Incredible," Harry breathed, his warm hands drifting down to splay reverently over your belly, like it was the most precious thing he'd ever held. "Have you looked at yourself lately? You're absolutely glowing, every inch of you fuller and softer and just...exquisite."Â
His voice lowered to that rumbly timbre that could have you melting even at your horniest. "It's been a struggle to keep my hands off you as you fill out, love. Seeing you all lush and fertile like this..." He groaned softly, burning gaze raking over your body. "It's everything to me, and don't you dare deprive yourself or our babies with these silly hang ups."
You were panting softly by this point, squirming under his heated stare and the blunt weight of his words. Your arousal was a thick, heavy thing thrumming through your veins as Harry laid his desires out before you.
Harry's lips quirked in a heated, knowing smirk. He leaned in close, his plush mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "So I'm going to take you around this buffet...and pile both our plates high with anything and everything you've been craving, my insatiable girl."
A shudder rippled through you at the low, gravelly promise in his voice. Harry nipped at your earlobe teasingly before pulling back, satisfaction glinting in those emerald depths as he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He knew exactly how to unravel you.
"Then tonight, after we get home..." Harry's large hand drifted down to palm your lower belly, fingers splaying possessively. "I'm going to worship every new lush inch of you. Indulge my own cravings for this luxurious fertile body of yours."
You bit your lip on a small whimper, already aching for his touch. This man would be the absolute death of you.
Chuckling darkly, Harry slid his hand into yours and began leading you back towards the lavish buffet spread. Your cravings had reached a fever pitch between his heated words and the enticing aromas surrounding you. Hunger and arousal swirled dizzily within your core.
True to his promise, Harry loaded up two plates with every kind of indulgent treat - rich canapes dripping with cheese and pesto, crispy bacon-wrapped prawns, creamy mushroom vol-au-vents, and far too many miniature quiches and savory tarts to count. When you tried to protest the overflowing portions, he merely fixed you with a stern look until you subsided.
Finally, when not another morsel could be crammed on, Harry handed you your precarious tower of food with a soft smile.
"There we are, my perfect girl," he murmured, stroking a knuckle down your flushed cheek. "Now eat up for me, won't you? Gotta keep your strength up for later."
You swallowed thickly, throat suddenly dry under the heated promise in those guileless green eyes. "Yes, Harry."
The next hour or so passed in a lush, sensual haze. You found a quiet corner to tuck yourselves into, allowing you to relax and satiate your fierce cravings under Harry's reverent, watchful gaze.
With each sinful bite, each savory indulgence on your tongue, you felt your nerves melting away, replaced by the most delicious anticipation. Especially when Harry's eyes would hungrily track the movement of your lips around each morsel, his large hands roaming possessively over the swell of your belly and newly full curves.
More than once, his deft fingers slipped a decadent bite past your lips, emerald gaze darkening in blatant lust each time you laved your tongue along the thick pads to clean away any lingering flavor.
By the time your second plate was nearly cleaned, a delicious lassitude had settled over your limbs. You were absolutely stuffed and sated, the fierce edge finally shorn off your hunger. You felt...content. Sexy, even, the way Harry's heated stare roved over your figure.
Sitting back with a small sound of satiation, you let your free hand drift down to caress your rounded belly. You could've sworn you felt the twins doing pleased little flips and kicks within, satisfied by your indulgence. You smiled tenderly, lifting your eyes to find Harry watching you with naked adoration glowing in his gaze.
"Look at you," he murmured reverently, using his thumb to gently wipe away a stray crumb from the corner of your mouth. "Positively radiant and plump, my gorgeous, well-fed queen."
Then, to your utter delight and arousal, he leaned over and pressed a lingering, openmouthed kiss to the swell of your stomach, humming in contentment. "We'll have to ensure we get you home soon...I have some urgent worshiping of my own to take care of."
By the time you finally tumbled through the door of your flat, lips swollen and gasping from the heated make-out session during the Uber ride, you were both achingly worked up.
No sooner had Harry kicked the door shut behind you than he was pressing you into the wall, large hands roaming greedily over your body. The sound of your muffled moan against his mouth only spurred him on, his grip tightening possessively on your hips.
When you finally parted, panting, his eyes were blown wide with sheer animal need. Harry wasted no time in shucking his jacket and tie, practically tearing apart the buttons of his shirt before moving on to divesting you of your clothes.
Your dress was peeled down over your curves and dropped unceremoniously to the floor in Harry's haste. Soon you were bare before him, the crisp air caressing your flushed, overheated skin and the delicious ache between your thighs.
Harry hissed out a breath, strong hands mapping the lush new terrain of your body with unbridled reverence. He swallowed hard enough for you to see his throat work convulsively.
"Fucking perfection," he grated roughly. His palms smoothed over the gentle swell of your belly, fingers splaying in wonder before sliding up to cup the full, sensitive weight of your tender breasts.
A strangled sound escaped your lips as he rolled the pebbled peaks between his fingertips, the jolt of sensation arrowing straight between your legs.
"Look at you, love," Harry crooned, nudging your thighs apart to slide one thick, muscular thigh between them. You cried out softly, canting your hips to ride the delicious friction provided by his leg. "All lush and fertile and utterly exquisite. Made to be lavished and cherished. To be devoured."
His mouth was on yours again, hot and wild and devouring you just as promised. You dimly felt him undoing his trousers, kicking them and his pants aside until he was finally as bare as you.
Then Harry was everywhere His huge hands spanned your back in a heated caress as his mouth mapped every new heavenly curve and swell of your body. His broad shoulders rippled between your splayed thighs, tongue swirling hotly over your peaked nipples until you were mewling. And still he paid reverence to your heavy, aching breasts and rounded belly, pressing fervent, worshipful kisses over every inch.
By the time the slick, insistent pressure of his cock nudged against your dripping entrance, you were already trembling all over, heat coiled impossibly tight in your core.
"Let me properly cherish you, my queen," Harry rumbled, the words a gravelly prayer as he slowly, achingly buried himself to the hilt within your welcoming heat. You both groaned in unison, your walls fluttering maddeningly around his thick length as he stretched and filled you completely.
That first slow drag nearly had you shattering right then and there. Each thick inch of Harry's cock glided along every perfectly swollen, sensitive inch of you as he thrust home, dragging against that sweetest spot inside over and over again.
His large hands cupped your ass, hips rolling in a torturously languid grind, burying himself deeper with every unhurried stroke. He was devouring you from the inside out, cherishing every silken inch, and the utter reverence in his gaze as he drank in your pleasure had you spiraling higher.
When one hand came up to cup the flushed, damp curve of your cheek, the tender intimacy of it nearly undid you.
"I love you," Harry breathed, mouth finding yours in a claiming, soul-deep kiss as his hips picked up their pace, driving into you with reckless abandon now. "All of you, every lush curve. My everything, my goddess, my gorgeous wife. Mine."
You were powerless against the tide of sensation and emotion Harry wrung from you, spiraling higher and quaking apart on a broken cry of his name. Your climax swamped you with blinding pleasure, pulling Harry right over that dizzying edge with you as your convulsive inner walls dragged him under.
He buried his face in the curve of your neck with a soul-deep groan, hips jerking erratically as he poured himself into you. You clung to him as if he was the only thing anchoring you to this world while wave after wave of bliss wracked your joined forms.
By the time the tremors finally began to ebb, you were both slumped bonelessly against the wall, sweaty and utterly spent. Harry shifted just enough to pull you more securely into his arms, face still buried in your neck as you both caught your breath.
Gradually, he began nuzzling soft, reverent kisses along the slope of your shoulder, across your collarbone, up the column of your neck. His large hands stroked soothingly over your back, your sides, cradling you close against his solid warmth.
"My everything," Harry murmured, the words a hushed vow against your overheated skin. "So incredible, so loved."
You hummed softly in contentment, nosing into the damp curls at his temple as you basked in the afterglow. Despite the lingering tremors shooting through your limbs, you felt completely at peace bundled in Harry's embrace.
One of his hands drifted down to settle over the swell of your belly, fingertips tracing idle patterns across the taut skin. "Thank you, darling," he said quietly. "For taking such wonderful care of our littles ones. For giving me this precious gift."
Tilting your head, you met his shining emerald gaze with a tender smile. "As if you need to thank me for that. Thisâ" You placed your hand atop his, cradling the firm roundness. "This is our gift, H. One I'll never stop being grateful for."
Harry's face did that crinkly thing where his eyes squinted with the force of his smile. Leaning in, he brushed his lips sweetly, reverently across yours.
"I love you incredibly, Y/N. Every inch of you, always."
Those words, combined with the sheer depth of adoration in his gaze, had your heart turning over in your chest. You tucked yourself further into his solid frame, relishing his strength and the soothing drag of his fingers over your sated body.
"I love you too," you whispered. "More than anything."
You stayed like that for a long while, trading soft caresses and murmured endearments, until Harry insisted on getting you into a warm bath to relax properly. He drew the water himself while you waited on the plush bed, arranging the tray of sumptuous treats leftover from the gala.
When he emerged wearing only a towel slung low on his hips, you felt your breath catch at the sheer masculine beauty of him. Harry merely quirked an amused brow at your reaction before holding out one large hand.
"Shall we, gorgeous? I'll even feed you those petit fours you've been eyeing, if you'reopen to it."
You took his proffered hand with a giggle, allowing him to lead you to the ensuite bathroom where aromatic oils wafted through the air and the enormous tub awaited. Harry situated you between his legs, your back to his chest, before plucking one of the miniature chocolate cakes from the tray nearby.
He presented the treat before your lips with a soft, "Open up, darling," and you obliged with a smug grin. The rich sweetness melted over your tongue as you accepted each bite Harry slipped past your lips with careful reverence.
Eventually, you drifted off into a light doze, replete and cocooned in Harry's tender embrace. He continued soothing you with quiet praise and gentle caresses, not even bothering to rouse you until the bath water started to cool.
You awoke to Harry murmuring instructions to dry off and slip into some comfy pajamas. He watched you through hooded eyes as you complied, admiring the new softness and curves that pregnancy had gifted you. With a tender smile, he ushered you back toward the bedroom, already turned down and cozy.
As you snuggled beneath the plush duvet, Harry slid in behind you, his chest warm against your back and one large palm splaying over the firm swell of your belly. You sighed in pure contentment, feeling cherished and utterly adored.
"I meant what I said earlier, you know," Harry rumbled, the words a quiet rumble against your nape. His thumb stroked soothing arcs over your stomach. "This new lush, fertile body of yours is utter perfection. I'll never stop worshipping it, worshipping you."
You bit your lip on a pleased smile, arching back against his solid frame. His free hand slid around to cup your breast, and you shivered at the careful, weighted touch.
"Let me take such good care of you both," he murmured, ducking his head to trail kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck as he cradled your heavy breast. "Make sure you stay well-fed in every way, satisfied, comfortable...like the goddesses you are."
With a blissful sigh, you melted fully into Harry's tender embrace. Every word, each featherlight caress was a balm to the lingering worries of your earlier self-consciousness. He adored this pregnancy body - round and soft and beautiful - and you knew he would move heaven and earth to ensure you felt utterly cherished and revered through it all.
Safe and loved in Harry's arms, you allowed your eyes to slip closed once more, reassured that whatever cravings or changes came next, you wouldn't face them alone. You'd meet them together.
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Summary:
"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."
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Y/n's
Warnings: Slight angst
I watch as the candle slowly melts with a sigh leaving my mouth, the cold dinner left untouched and the wine was left getting warm. I look up at the clock and my frown deepens.
I'll be back at 8, just me and you tonight love.
His charismatic voice with a wink rings through my mind. The clock taunts me with the hands striking 10, finally deciding he wasnt showing, I shoved my chair back the legs of the chair weeping from the tension against the wooden floor, and started picking up the dinner left to waste. Wrapping Harry's plate in plastic wrap i shove it in the fridge when a black ball of fur swivels its way between my legs, matilda meows sorrowful and i give her a light smile.
"He probably had to work late 'tilda." I hum giving her a pat before walking towards our bedroom.
As i sit on our bed I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, clicking his name i put my phone to my ear and wait as the sound of the ringing vibrates through my ear.
I obviously couldn't answer I'm probably busy at work or with y/n. If it's important give her a call.
I let out a frustrated huff at the voicemail, "Where the hell are you? We had plans tonight remember? Just give me a call back please."
My body jolts as i hear the sound of keys jingle and the front door snapping open. I grab ahold of my glasses on the side table shoving them on and looking at the clock, 2:00 A.M. glares back at me. Are you actually kidding me? I put on my house shoes and walk towards the living area of the apartment, i watch as Harry pour himself a glass of water.
"And where the hell have you been?" I ask sharply as i glare at him, my hands on my hips Harry stops pouring the water and turns towards me with a frown.
"Out with Niall." He states bluntly taking a swig of water, a harsh laugh escapes my mouth and i nod.
"Did you forget something?" I ask with a sarcastic smile on my face.
He looks as if he's trying to remember something then shakes his head, "not that i recall."
Thats the fire that ignites my anger, "You made plans for us tonight! You wanted to have a nice quiet night in. I fucking made dinner, I had picked out a bath bomb for us to use. I even left work three hours early for this!"
"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."
No big deal.
"No big deal?!" I snap taking a step in his direction, "We barely get to spend any time together because you're always working late, you fucking promised me tonight and you broke that promise. You come home six hours later from a pub and expect me not to be upset? I mean fuck Harry!" I huff massaging my temples.
"Well maybe you should have called me!" He bites and i sigh shaking my head.
"You know what, this isnt even worth it." I hum grabbing my keys from the key rack.
"Where the hell are you going?" He asks moving over towards me.
"Martha's."
"Dont do this," he sighs, "look i'm sorry okay just dont leave please."
I take a look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair disheveled and a frown on his pretty pink lips before taking a deep breath, "i need some time to think and breathe before i make a mistake and do something irrational, if we keep going at this it'll turn out that way. Please respect my wishes."
His frown deepens and brows furrow further, "be back tomorrow?"
"I have work all day, i'll be back at 8." I spit his words back at him before throwing the door open and making my escape.
"...all im saying is he's a prick, plain and simple make him suffer." Martha states as she wipes down the colourful table.
Marthas been giving me a lecture since i walked into her little cottage yesterday at 2 in the morning and she hasnt stopped. I walked in the bakery with a frown at 6 A.M. and it hasnt came off the entire day, regulars constantly coming in giving me a sympathetic smile and wishing my day well.
"But Martha..."
"No but, no nothing. Dont give me that bullshit, sure he loves you and you love him but its the principle of the matter." She hums sitting in an old rustic arm chair next to the bean bags. "Think of it this way, if it was the other way around; him staying home making the dinner and you didnt show till ass crack in the mornin', he would do the same shit. Walk his pretty ass out of the house and drive off to Niall's."
I huff as i plop myself on the bright pink beanbag bringing my palms to my eyes trying to rub out the migraine that was destined to form. I know she's right he would be upset if it was the other way around, and the fact that he was being so blunt and ďżź careless was very disrespectful.
"So what now?" I ask picking at my nails.
"You wait till he apologises."
I let out a deep sigh, "Martha I was also wrong for just walking out."
"No you werent, you told him yourself. You would have done some stupid shit that you didnt mean if you stayed there." She replies sharply, "and while he's at the apologising tell him to come clean the damn tables and dishes."
I let out a snort and shake my head, glancing at the clock 8 o'clock is staring back at me, Martha looks at the clock and hums.
"You can go, Nat is here so she can help clean up."
"No, i'll stay." I smile at her before snatching her rag out of her hands and smirking at her, "get up you old hag it's deep cleaning day."
She gapes at me then glares, "fuck that shit, you can do that yourself for calling me an old hag!"
I look at the clock on my dashboard, 10:30 it reads. Letting out a huff i grab my purse and some desserts I decide to bring home, everything will be fine i hoped. Walking up to the door i let one last deep sigh out before making my way through. The sound of things being knocked over make me jump slightly, looking up towards the dining area i see Harry with blood shot eyes and a blotchy face.
"You're home." He croaks out smiling at me with watery eyes.
"Yeah, stayed late to help Martha deep clean." I mumble sitting my purse on the coat rack and my keys on the key holder.
"I- um I made dinner for us." He chirps pointing to the meal on the table, "chicken parm your favourite."
I give him a weak smile before nodding and walking towards the dining table, looking at the meal my heart pulls. "Thank you thats thoughtful of you."
"No it's not, it's the bare minimum, you shouldn't thank me for this." He sighs shaking his head, "i have neglected you for weeks y/n. Making you promises and never pulling through, telling you we'd spend time together but it never happens. When you left last night, i um i got to thinking and do you know how many dates i've fallen through on?" He ask and i shake my head, not really one to keep count on things like that, "six, fucking six, that is six to many. I wanna make it up to you, i decided to cut back on my hours-"
"Harry you didnt-"
"I know i didnt have to, i wanted to." He smiles grabbing ahold of my hands, "i want to spend a lot more time with you, i want to be there for you the way you've been there for me."
Tears stream down my face as i smile at him letting out a chuckle, "i'm sorry for leaving."
"Dont be sorry, i would've left to if i was you."
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Pretty like yours
Your eyes were glued to those slutty yellow shorts. You just couldnât force them to look away. Trusting that your sunglasses would conceal your ogling, you were facing the shoreline- thankfully women had good peripheral vision so you could get away with it.Â
But damn, was he hot. Hotter than the scorching sun, setting you afire more than the offending rays. Youâd taken a time out from their volleyball game to go reapply sunscreen, but you werenât sure you even wanted to go back. You had a much better view from where you were sat on the beach lounger. You couldnât really focus on eyefucking him while you were playing, well, not without making a fool of yourself. And you couldnât have that.
Not now that Harry was finally single.
God, youâd waited ages for him to finally be back on the market. Youâd had the fattest crush on him ever since you met, ever since this whole group of friends from uni had formed, and itâd been absolute torture spending so much time with him knowing you couldnât put the moves on him.
Not that morals had gotten in your way, no. You wouldâve gladly set caution to the wind for Harry, but you just knew you wouldnât have stood a chance. Heâd been a lovesick puppy, to the point where it was actually quite sickening; to the point where your friends had to ask him not to bring his girlfriend along anymore when you all went out together because they were just too sickeningly in love. (You may or may not have been one of said friends). His ex wasnât part of the group, not attending your university, and so was considered an âoutsiderâ, and none of you ever brought your partners along when you all hung out, so Harry had only ever brought her to parties from then on. Parties you tended to avoid, as you werenât exactly a huge fan out seeing them make out and get all handsy with each other, more so than they already were, especially a few drinks in.
You took a sip of water that was beginning to get way too warm and then got back to ogling him, planning your attack. You couldnât help but smile at how he kept trying to move his hair out of his face, the breeze making it difficult for him to actually focus on the game. Heâd let it grow out and now it was shoulder length. It made him unbearably hotter (which you wouldnât have thought possible).
You were snapped out your reverie when you saw Harry wave at you, a smile on his face. You were momentarily taken aback to see him smile, heâd been sulking for the majority of the weekend trip to the beach, so initially you didnât even realise he was waving at you.
But when he walked away from the group and started heading towards the beach loungers you knew youâd been caught staring. Youâd seemingly forgotten to pretend you werenât looking in that direction after having had some water.
Well, since youâd been caught you didnât bother looking away as he walked over. At least he couldnât see the way your eyes scanned him head to toe ever so slowly behind your glasses, taking in every bit of that tan skin, well defined muscles, tattoos on full display, and those offending itty bitty yellow shorts that did nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting.
He sat down on the chaise next to yours and grabbed the water bottle, grimacing after taking a large gulp. âThis is boiling at this point⌠Hey, you never got back; kinda hard to play a fair game with uneven team players.â
âEh, wasnât really feeling it.â
âDid you need help?â
âHm?â
He looked down your body and you tried not to dwell on how his eyes seemed to have lingered for a tad longer on your boobs before travelling back up to meet your eyes âYou said youâd take a time out to apply sunscreen; did you?â
Even you had forgotten youâd used that as an excuse to extricate yourself from the game. âOh. Hadnât gotten to it yet, was just⌠you know, catching my breath for a moment.â
âFor a moment.â He flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you forced yourself not to furrow your brows. Was he onto you, had you really been that obvious?
Before you could clear the air, he reached for the bags and fished out the SPF. âScoot forward, Iâll do your back.â
You did as instructed and felt Harry sit behind you, his thick, muscly thighs on either side of yours with how close behind he was sitting, and then felt him gently sweep your hair over your shoulders and to the front. âThe waves look really good on you.â
You were glad he couldnât see you blushing. Itâs not that Harry hadnât complimented you before, he was very considerate and nice overall- with all of your friends. But you couldnât help but hope that maybe now that he was single he might start to see you in a different light.
âThanks. Itâs from how I kept it in braids.â
You felt him smooth his big palms over your back after youâd heard him massage the lotion in between them for a while to ensure it wouldnât be too cold, although youâd have probably welcomed the sensation with how hot it was.
âItâs almost as curly as mine now.â
You tried your best not to make any embarrassing noises with how good it felt to have him massage the lotion into your skin. He moved his hands slowly but deliberately, working the SPF into your skin. It felt heavenly.
âWell, not quite,â you smiled. âYours grew out so much, H. I was actually admiring it when you walked back here, it really suits you. Though it seemed to be a pain playing volleyball, you should tie it up to keep it out of your face now that itâs long enough.â
âThanksâŚâ you could hear the coy smile in his voice. You couldnât understand how this man could grow shy when this whole beach had been eyefucking him since youâd gotten there, and the others hadnât been nearly as stealthy about it as youâd been.
âWant me to braid it for you?â
Harryâs hands stilled on either side of your waist, squeezing the plush skin there. âOh? Do you think itâs long enoughâŚ?â
You turned to look at him over your shoulder, pretending to assess the length, but really, you just lingered on his lips the most. He was so close. And his lips were so kissable. They had this really pretty, dusty rose hue to them, something men shouldnât be endowed with to begin with. You had to layer on a number of lip products to get yours to look this good.Â
âYeah. Hop on the sand in front of the chaise and Iâll do it right now if you want.â
You watched those perfect lips stretch into a beautiful smile, his dimples making an appearance as well and stealing your attention for a bit. âYeah? Ok!â He stood up and did as instructed sitting between your legs now, as you scooted even closer to the edge of the seat. âWait, donât forget to put on lotion first.â
âNo, Iâll just get my hands all oily, I donât wanna mess up your hair. Iâll do it after.â
âIâve never had it braided before.â You could hear the enthusiasm in his voice. âThink itâll look pretty like yours?â
You bit back your smile, trying to focus on the task at hand. You ran your fingers through his curls first, trying your very best to detangle the hair without pulling at the strands at all. His hair was very soft to the touch, even with how much youâd all been swimming since youâd gotten there. âPrettier. Your hairâs so soft. Whatâs your secret, hm? Mine is already so stiff with all the salty seawater, but I guess it helped with the waves since I let it dry braided, so I canât complain.â
Harry didnât reply. His head was hung back as he rested against the edge of the chaise, and he even let out a breathy moan when you used your nails a bit to separate the strands one from another. âOh, you like this, donât you?â you teased.
âI might need you to do this everyday, feels amazinâ.â
You softly chuckled and began braiding, making sure to keep his hair taught, pulling on it a bit to get the desired effect, but Harry seemed to really enjoy it. His mouth fell agape and his eyes were closed and you took your sweet time with each braid, savouring the experience as much as he was.
âYou deserve it, H⌠You know, Iâm glad you came along this weekend, was afraid youâd skip again. We missed you.â
He fluttered his eyes open at that, and ran his hands up and down his thighs absentmindedly, his knees bent to his chest. Those meaty thighs had made a guest appearance in your dreams more than once, and you eyed his tiger tattoo smiling to yourself remembering one of your more recent fantasies about it. You willed your mind out of the gutter, though.
âYou know you can talk about it, if you want, right? Iâm here.â You spoke softly, coaxing him to open up to you. Not only to get closer to him, but you were genuinely worried for him. The others loved to tease him about it, but you could tell he was frustrated with how he probably couldnât confide in any of them, lest he be teased even more for it.
He nodded, careful not to move his head too much and accidentally ruin your handiwork.Â
âI can tell youâre heartbroken. Just⌠want you to be happy.â You finished braiding, tying his hair using the same elastics youâd taken out of your own hair, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then circled your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind.
He reached to grab one of your hands in his and squeezed it as he leaned his temple against yours. âIâll be alright⌠eventually. Right?â
His voice was so small and dejected that it made your own heart break a little. He was hurting more than he was letting on. You knew heâd been with his ex for almost 2 years, and although you hadnât had such a long relationship yourself, you knew it couldnât have been easy. Youâd also never been in love, so you couldnât even imagine what he was going through. You didnât know why theyâd broken up, but you had a feeling his ex had been the one to break his heart, not the other way around.
âOf course, H. Youâll be fine. I promise. Donât you trust me?â You mumbled against his ear reassuringly.
âI do.â
âItâs ok to be sad. But youâll soon be happy again, happier even. Because you donât need someone who doesnât appreciate you, yeah? Youâre such a great guy, and anyone who doesnât see that doesnât deserve you. I promise youâll find someone whoâll make you forget about her altogether.â
Harry sighed heavily. You weren't even sure heâd listened to any of what youâd told him. He interlocked your fingers and brought your conjoined hands lower, pressing them to his chest, against his heart. âThink itâs ever gonna beat right again?â
You chuckled at how corny he was âYes, you big olâ softie, you. Someone will take all the broken pieces and carefully glue them right back together and itâll be as good as new in no time. Better even, like kintsugi.â He turned his head to look at you confusedly and you explained, âyou know, the japanese art of glueing back broken objects with gold.â
You pulled back, grabbed the lotion and stood up. Squirted some into your palms and started massaging it all over your torso. Harry looked up at you and shielded his eyes, and you moved one of your feet between his legs so youâd block the sun from getting into his eyes. âWanna go for a swim, now that youâre all fit to brave the waves with your new braids?â
Harry smoothed his palm gently over his hair, feeling for the braids, almost as though heâd forgotten all about them. He watched you intently as you rubbed the lotion into your skin, bent at the waist to reach your thighs and now your calves, and when you stood back upright you couldâve sworn his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Which, in all fairness, youâd hung your tits right in his face- youâd have found it weird if he hadnât. Heartbroken or not, he was still a man. And you looked good in that bikini, if you did say so yourself.
And he looked good with his hair braided like that, too. There was just something about Harry that made him look hot no matter what, he didnât even have to look too manly. In fact, that was one of the things youâd always loved about him. He wasnât afraid to show off his feminine side. He was a pretty boy as much as he was a handsome man. He just knew how to flaunt both sides in equal measure and that made him all that more attractive in your eyes.
You were once more snapped out of your train of thought when you felt his nimble fingers on your ankle, he was touching your ankle bracelet, fidgeting its trinkets. He then wrapped his hand around the ankle and slowly looked back up at you. âNo, you go. Iâll head back to the hotel for a bit.â
He then removed his hand and you took a step back to allow him to stand, now towering over you and you wondered whether youâd pushed it a bit too far. He looked⌠slightly annoyed, and visibly saddened. That frown line erased all his sweet, feminine features and you wished you could just smooth it out, running your fingers over it and caressing all over his face, much like you did with his hair. You almost did so, when he took a step back and then turned towards the hotel that was right across the private beach, a small walk away.Â
You let out a breathy sigh. Youâd probably been a bit too nosey, he was likely not ready to hear all that yet. Heâd just broken up with his ex, and he was allowed to feel sorry for himself and still miss her.Â
You got into the water knee-deep, contemplating all this, when you realized youâd used your hairties on Harry, and you really didnât feel like getting your hair all wet again. Not now that, without the braids, itâd just dry down all wonky and you wanted to keep the waves. Especially with how Harry had complimented you.
With a huff, you walked back to shore and everyone was back at your spot, drinking water and making plans for early dinner. They were contemplating going to a spot by the pier so they wouldnât have to bother getting dressed, but you opted out. The way Harry had left all dejected didnât sit right with you, and you feared youâd crossed a line and upset him with what youâd said. You wanted to go make sure he was ok.
âYou guys go along, not feeling very hungry. Catch you later.â
âWhereâs Harry?â
âI texted him and he didnât get back to me. Y/N, mind dropping by our room and see if he wants to grab dinner with us? Heâll be even grumpier if he finds out he missed out âcause heâs been too busy sulking over Marrisa.â
Sarah elbowed Mitch, âHey. Come on guys, quit teasing him. Heâs clearly very upset over this, and this trip was supposed to help him take his mind off things. Your constant nagging is just making matters worse.â
Mitch rolled his eyes, âItâs been over a month, how long is he gonna moan about it? So what, she cheated on him- life goes on! He needs to get out there and have some fun and put this all behind him.â
Sarah narrowed her eyes at him, and you knew Mitch was in for it. They thought they were being sneaky, but everyone knew they were getting cosy with each other as of late. It was still early days, you could tell, but Mitch might have just dug his grave with this one.
âYeah, Iâll drop by your room and ask him, heâs probably napping though so I wonât wake him up if thatâs the case.â
âI mean⌠if heâs grumpy we didnât wake him up for dinner, itâs on you.â
âNo pressure,â you gulped audibly for dramatic effect and began walking back to the hotel. You really hoped he wasnât, in fact, napping, and not just for everyoneâs sake. You wanted to clear the air a bit and apologise if youâd struck a chord earlier.Â
You were just about to knock when you heard something on the other side of his hotel room. You decided to stick your ear against the door and make sure you werenât hearing things before actually knocking, and there it was again, only this time, louder. Clearer.
Was he unwell?Â
Maybe it was sun poisoning. You felt bad to just walk away without offering to help. So you decided to knock on the door softly. âHarry?â
After a long pause that had you convinced he hadnât heard you and ready to knock again, you heard him. â...Yes?â
âAre you alright in there?⌠Can I help? Do you need anything?â
Silence.Â
You were starting to grow worried, why wasnât he answering right away if he could hear you?
âI⌠I think I do, yeah.â
âWhat is it? Tell me. Youâre worrying me.â
You heard him fumble around a bit and could tell he was getting up from bed and finally, finally, he opened the door the tiniest bit, his body behind it. He looked flushed and a bit sweaty.Â
When he wouldnât speak, his eyes downcast, you reached out to touch his forehead. âYouâre warm, whatâs the matter? Is it sun poisoning? Or were you having a bad dream? It sounded like you were in pain. Came to check if you wanted to join the guys for dinner.â
âTheyâre out at dinner?â
âYeah.â
âYou didnât wanna go?â
You huffed at his avoidency. âWell can I come in, or are we gonna keep talking in the doorway? Wanted to talk to you, anyway.â
He cleared his throat and stepped back, making room for you to step inside and closed the door behind you, locking it. You raised an eyebrow at the sound, turned around and noticed he was holding the bedsheet tightly around his waist.
âWhat did you wanna talk about?â
âYeah, uhm⌠Earlier, I got the vibe that I might have upset you⌠with what I said, about Marissa. I know itâs shitty to hear bad stuff about your ex soon after the break-up, like, it never really sits right even if itâs true and even if the person meant well saying those things, to help you move on⌠I know itâs not how it works. But I was just trying to make you feel better.â
Harry exhaled audibly through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. âI know you meant well. And it was true. I know youâre right, everyoneâs rightâŚâ
âThe guys are being jerks, teasing you like that. But they do mean wellâŚâ
"YeahâŚâ he cleared his throat after a beat, glancing at you from under his thick lashes, a smile playing on his lips. âYou were trying to make me feel better?â
You gave him a small smile back âOf course.â
âYou offered to help earlier.â
You furrowed your brows, looking around for something amiss. He seemed fine. Youâd forgotten all about those noises from earlier. When you looked back at him readying yourself to ask him what was wrong again, he bit his lower lip and pulled the bedsheet off himself.
âOh⌠my God.â You covered your mouth in disbelief, your eyes glued to his glorious cock, all hard and heavy. You watched as it twitched at your reaction and you couldnât stifle a moan at the sight.
Harryâs lips curled up in a smug smile, he was happy with your reaction, if a bit shy. You could tell he was struggling to silence the thoughts that were no doubt running through his mind. He was recently broken up and most probably still in love with his ex. But clearly, he wanted to do something about that. And he wanted your help with it.
âAre you⌠are you sure?â you decided to risk it and ask, the last thing you wanted was for him to regret this and avoid you as a result.
âDo I look unsure?â
âI mean⌠depends where Iâm looking. Your eyes tell a different storyâŚâ you walked closer to him and made sure to keep eye contact, as much as you wanted to keep staring at his naked body. You wanted to feel him out and also show him you were being mindful of his emotions.
His gaze darkened a bit, staring at your lips. âCame back here to feel sorry for myself, but I couldnât stop picturing you from earlier⌠in this skimpy little bikini.â His eyes raked down your body, using the opportunity to get a good eyeful of you upclose. âI was imagining youâd followed me back here. Got a semi at the beach with how you ran your fingers through my hair, loved it when you pulled at the strands a bit⌠was imagining you doing it on purpose, to tease me. I know youâŚâ he lowered his eyes again, a shy smile on his lips âI know you are a bit more dominant... youâve mentioned it a few times. Iâve always been curious about that, never had anyone boss me around in bed. Iâve wondered what itâd be like, and it always gets me so hardâŚâ
â...Always?â All of this was a shock to you, but here he was implying heâd fantasised about you before.
âI sometimes used to catch myself fantasising about you⌠and I willed those thoughts away.â You watched as he grabbed himself, stroking lazily, shuddering at the contact. âBut now that I donât have to anymore⌠itâs you, everytime I touch myself.â
You were stunned. And also, you couldnât get your eyes off of how he was stroking his cock. Had he been doing this ever since heâd gotten to the hotel room? âYouâve, uhm⌠youâve been back here a while.â
âYeah. Itâs getting painful. But I love edging myself,â he shrugged and lowered his gaze. He was just unbearably hot when he acted all shy like that. And you knew it wasnât just an act, he really was like that, heâd always been like that. Both cocky and shy in equal measures, much like his feminine side. It was a heady mix. âAlthough, Iâm pretty sure Iâd love being edged more,â he added, his voice small.
âYou really were thinking about me?â you whispered, getting even closer, close enough that your noses were almost touching.
He nodded, causing the tips of your noses to touch just like youâd foreseen. âIs that so wrong? So⌠soon? And even before⌠I didnât mean to. I tried not to. I always told myself I was just curious about being with someone more dominant. But itâs not just that. Itâs you.â
Damn.Â
Feeling like that was more than enough confirmation that this wasnât just a hasty, heat of the moment thing that heâd regret later on, you bridged the small distance and moulded your lips to his.Â
And with how shy he tended to get, you expected him to be hesitant and tentative but Harry grabbed you by the hips and pressed you flush against his naked frame, making sure you felt exactly how hard he was against your belly. You couldnât even really focus on that, not when his tongue was licking gently at your lower lip, begging for entry, which you welcomed with enthusiasm. He was such a naturally good kisser, none of it felt mechanic in the least, he wasnât trying to impress, wasnât trying to keep it nice and contained, he was giving it his all without being overwhelming. Sloppy, but still intense. You felt dizzy already.
It was such an overload of feelings. The smell of him so upclose- heâd been running around the beach in the sun and his natural scent mixed with saltwater from the swimming was making you dizzy; the way you could feel his breathing fan your cheeks; feeling him solid and real underneath your palms as you steadied yourself, snaking your arms around his neck- it was all making you feral. Youâd imagined this so many times but this was so much better than youâd ever allowed yourself to fantasise.
You pulled back a bit, making a mental note of doing this right, making it good for him. You wanted to show him how good you could be for him, wanted to get him hooked on you now that heâd gotten a taste. You didnât know whether this would just be a one time thing, or if itâd turn into something casual, a friends with benefits type of situation perhaps, or maybe even more than that. You didnât want to dwell on it yet. You were perfectly fine with any of the options, in truth. It was Harry, not a random bloke, and as open minded as you were, still, you werenât the kind to just sleep around. You knew that, with him, itâd never feel cheap or meaningless.Â
âTell me what you need, Harry. Wanna hear you say it.â
And there it was, his shyness was overcoming him again, and you didnât allow him to look away, not when you reached out and grabbed his cock from in between you, stroking it gently, mindful of tugging too hard on his soft yet dry shaft.
His mouth fell agape and his eyes rounded with lust, and when you swiped at the precome at his tip he squeezed his eyes shut to compose himself. âI just need you. Need you to make me feel good, however you see fit.â
âYeah, want me to take the lead, then? Make all the decisions, have you not worry about any of it? Order you around, dominate you?â
He nodded, resting his forehead against yours and then chasing your lips with his and you tutted, âAh, ah. Be a good boy, then. If you want something, ask for it.â
âOkay.â His voice was small and whiney, he was gone. âCan I keep kissing you, please?â
You hummed your approval âThereâs a good boy.â You hovered over his lips, still tugging at him nice and slow, making him pant in anticipation. âGo on then, kiss me.â
You got lost in the kiss. It felt too good to be just a kiss, you were wondering how you were going to handle more. And more seemed to be exactly what he had in mind as well, his hands starting to roam gently over your body. âAh, puppy, you were doing so good. Hands behind your back until you learn to ask, alright?â He complied reluctantly, visibly frustrated because heâd really wanted to cup a feel, but also just as visibly excited to do things on your terms and finally get a taste of what this new dynamic might feel like.
âTell you what, Iâll let you kiss what you canât touch yet, howâs that sound?â
He whimpered at the sound of that and you walked back towards the bed and sat at the edge. âGo on then, on your knees pretty boy.â You willed yourself to take it slow, make it a pleasurable experience for him- a memorable experience. Reminded yourself to pay special attention to his body language, as he wouldnât know to communicate if he wasnât entirely comfortable with any of what you planned on doing. This was uncharted territory for him. You had to be responsible and make him feel safe at his most vulnerable. So, you couldnât lose yourself in it and dive right in, as you would with people that have toyed with powerplay before.Â
You couldnât wait to have your way with him, but as it just so happens, you were also very much into edging as well, so, really, it was a win-win.
You parted your knees for him to kneel in between and then moved your hands behind your back, untying your bra and slowly peeling it off of your torso. His eyes darkened considerably at the sight of your bare breasts, and his hands came to rest over your thighs as he got closer, growing a lot more impatient. You swatted them away, âHands behind your back, Harry. Donât make me have to tell you again.â
âSorry, Iâm sorryâ I just⌠Fuck, Y/N,â he shook his head, trying to calm himself down, hands obediently behind his back. âCan I taste, then? Please?â
You smirked at him, happy to see he was playing along as youâd hoped âOf course you can, baby. Been waiting for you to wrap those pretty pink lips around my nipples. Go on then,â you brought his head closer by the back of his neck, guiding him towards your left breast and he immediately latched onto it, sucking greedily, his mouth nice and warm and wet, making you throw your head back. âOh god, so good. Love your mouth, puppy.â
Harry looked blissed out, alternating between sucking on your nipple and licking all around it, mouthing at the underside of your boob and over to the other one, lathering them both in his saliva, wet and noisy and perfect, just like you knew heâd be. âBeen waiting for this?â He mumbled against your bud watching for your reaction, and even though he was trying to tease a bit you could see vulnerability in his eyes as he waited for your reply.
You nodded, biting your lower lip âHave had the fattest crush on you ever since I can remember. Fuck, I could come from this aloneâŚâ you whined, he was really good at this. But then again, you always knew heâd be. Just because he hadnât explored his subby side didnât mean he hadnât explored everything else. âDonât act surprised. Iâm sure it was painfully obvious,â you murmured, your turn to feel shy.
That made him moan against your breast, biting on the plump flesh and no doubt leaving a bit of a mark and you allowed it, since you loved it so much anyway. âWish Iâd known sooner.â
You didnât dwell on it for too long. You couldnât allow yourself to, didnât wanna catch the wrong idea and get ahead of yourself. Maybe youâll talk about it later, but right now? Right now he was working you up into a frenzy. âWell, you know about it now. Whatâcha gonna do about it, pretty boy?â
âWhatever you want me to do.â
You sunk your fingers between his braids and tugged at the roots a bit, unlatching his mouth from your breasts. The lewdest moan left his lips before you pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. He was growing needy and you could practically see him slip further and further into his subspace. âLove this greedy mouth, H. What else can it do, hm?â
âPlease, Y/N. Let me eat that pussy.â
You smirked, that was music to your ears. âGood boy, puppy. Love it when you ask nicely. You gonna lap me up, make me come on your tongue?â
âPlease, please.â He reached to kiss you again and you laughed against his mouth.
âGreedy puppy. Remember you need to ask first. Youâll learn though, wonât you?â
âIâll do anything. Iâm sorry, I will. Justâ please...â
âYou can use your hands to hold me open, but I only want your mouth on my pussy. Alright? Iâll let you know when you can do more.â
He nodded vigorously against your lips and kissed you a few more times for good measure before pulling back a bit and watching as you untied your bikini from the sides, pulling the damp fabric off of you and finally exposing yourself to him fully.
You scooted back a bit, leaning on your elbows and gestured for him to have at it. With laboured breathing, he glanced at you for a second before he pressed his hands against the undersides of your thighs and planted the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed, spreading you open for him.
He moaned loudly at the sight, his eyebrows pinching together as if in pain. âFuck, Y/N. Youâre dripping for me. Fuck, fuckâŚâ
âDo something about it, then.â Your own voice was starting to betray just how far gone you were as well. You were gagging for it now, but you were hellbent on dragging this out for his sake more than yours. All you wanted was for him to sink that glorious cock inside of you and end your suffering, but you could wait it out a bit, especially when it meant watching him stare at your pussy as though it was his favourite dessert.
He wasted no time, bending over you and dragging his tongue slowly up your folds in one delicious swipe. He wrapped his lips around your clit, humming loudly against it, and your head fell back, crying out your pleasure when he started lapping at you in earnest. He made sure to sink the tip of his tongue ever so slightly into your weeping hole on each pass, then dragged it back up focusing on your clit again.
He ate you out like he was kissing you, same sloppy, yet intense, unpracticed manner. He just did what felt right to him and what he found you were most responsive to. Right off the bat, you could tell you were done for. This man ate pussy like it was his favourite cheat meal.Â
âSo good, Y/N. Fuck, Iâm losing it.â
âWanna use your fingers, pretty boy? Slide one or two inside of me, feel me out? Coat those pretty, painted nails in my juices?â
Harry whined âPretty like yours?â
âPrettier,â you smiled remembering your same reply from earlier on the beach.
A strangled moan escaped his lips as he buried his face against your core and nuzzled your clit with that perfect nose of his. He was hellbent on getting you off, and truth be told, you were holding off your orgasm. Nobody had gotten you there quite as fast before.
âDo it then, get me nice and ready for that big fat cock of yours.â
He groaned, resting his forehead against your thigh momentarily, then shook his head smilingly. He was both in agony and ecstasy, the anticipation visibly killing him. He brought his middle finger to his mouth, sucking on it, getting it all nice and wet and you caught his wrist before he brought it to your weeping core, wrapping your own lips around it first.
He cried out as though youâd just taken his cock in your mouth instead, which was exactly what youâd hoped for. âNow get to it, baby. Wanna soak those fingers.â
âFuck. Yes, please.â He got right to it, running his finger through your folds before finally sinking it inside you, agonisingly slowly. âSo tight, fuck, Y/N. Canât wait to bury myself in this snug little pussyâŚâ
He leaned back in to suck on your clit as he began petting your front wall with the pad of his meaty finger and you collapsed on your back completely. When he added a second finger, you lost it.
âSo good, Harry. Fuck, youâre so good. Eat that pussy just right. Gonna come all over your pretty face.â
âPlease, please do it, Y/N. Need it.â He whined, increasing the speed of his thrusts and pressure he applied to your g-spot. He lapped and sucked on your clit noisily, moaning everytime you clamped around his fingers, getting closer and closer to your release.
And when you finally came, he kept at it, burying his face flush against your pussy and lapping up all your juice like a starved man. You knew if he kept going youâd come again, but that would take too much out of you and you still wanted him to fuck you.
You wasted no time, bending to kiss his lips in gratitude while you still felt some of the aftershocks run through you. âNeed you inside me now, baby. Want you to ruin me, think you can do that?â
He nodded against your lips, smearing your arousal all over your own face as well and he then went to kitten-lick it off of you as you crawled back on the bed, pulling him with you. âI can, I know I can. Let me be good for you, Y/N.â
âYouâre so good for me, H. Made me see stars with how good you are. I just know once you sink inside me youâll ruin me for everyone else. Want you to.â
Harry looked as though he was high. As though he couldnât believe what he was experiencing was actually real. He looked dazed out and he was sweating, panting heavily in anticipation. âBeen edging myself for a while, and I almost came when I had my mouth on you. Dunno how long Iâm gonna last⌠will you give me another chance if, ifââ
You chuckled softly at how frenzied he seemed âI wonât mind if you come fast, puppy. Just ask me for permission before you do, alright? We got all the time to play, and I still wanna suck you off, too. The only reason I havenât yet is because I knew youâd not last long and I wanted to edge you a bit first, since you told me youâd like it. Did you not like it, baby?â
âI loved it, love you telling me what to do, when to do it. Never had this before. Never knew how much I needed it. Please, Y/N, I need to be inside you.â
You opened up your thighs even more for him âRub that pretty cock all over my pussy, Harry, get it nice and wet.â
He bit his lower lip, positioning himself right at your entrance and wrapping his hand around himself finally. He squeezed tightly, trying to compose himself a bit and then dragged himself between your folds just like youâd told him to. He slapped his tip against your clit a few times which made you arch your back and then felt him at your entrance, the stretch already making you clamp around his tip.
âGo on, puppy, fuck me good. Want to feel you all the way up into my belly.â
Harry groaned loudly at your words and the feel of you engulfing him perfectly. Once he got his fat head past your entrance, and you clamped down on him on instinct, he pulled back, making you cry out.Â
âSorry, sorry! Fuck, that wasââ
âItâs alright baby, try again, I know you can do it. Know you can hold off a bit, be a good boy, hm? I need you so much.â You whined, pulling him in for a kiss and giving him a moment of reprieve to gather his bearings.
He didnât even need to guide himself into you, he was hard enough to push right in, and you didnât break the kiss as you moaned into each otherâs mouths. You let him kiss you as he slowly worked his way inside you, all the way to the hilt and you threw your head back when he pushed against your cervix deliciously. âFuck me, youâre so deep; gonna be so sore, Harry. Make it hurt, baby, come on.â
Harry gritted his teeth, mustering all his stamina to focus. He was too far gone to tease, and so were you, so he sat back on his haunches and threw your legs over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a fast, steady pace. He held your hips tightly at first, then moved his large hands lower under your bum, lifting it off the mattress and working you over him to meet his thrusts all the more intensely. You cried out, it was a lot to take in. He was quite large and girthy as it was, and he was rock hard. But it hurt so good.
When you reached your hand to rub your clit, Harry groaned so loud you thought he was coming. But he pushed through, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on holding off. âNone of that, puppy. Look at me. Look what you do to me. Gonna come for you again, Iâm so close. Please. If youâre a good boy Iâll let you come all over my tits⌠you know⌠since we skipped the rubber.â
Harryâs eyes went from blissed out to shocked, his movements slowing down considerably- heâd clearly absolutely forgotten all about protection.
âRelax, H. Iâm on birth control. And Iâm clean.â And, youâd totally forgot about it too. So you couldnât let him take all the blame for being reckless.
Harry choked out a sigh of relief. âI am too! Got tested after I found out sheâd been cheating⌠Fuck, Iâm so sorry, Y/N⌠we hadnât been using any, she was on the pill⌠It totally slipped my mindââ
You took the opportunity to flip him over and straddle him. âShhh. Enough of that. Youâve been so good for me, baby. Just sit back and let me take care of my good boy.â
You wasted no time getting you both back on the brink of orgasm. Harry even brought his thumb to your clit, as his large hands held you flush against him, coaxing you to grind yourself on him as deep as he would go, remembering to ask for permission first, which made you whimper and praise him for being so well mannered.Â
âPlease, Y/N⌠wanna be good for you⌠butââ
âWanna come, puppy?â
He nodded frantically âIâm gonna burst, itâs too good⌠youâre too good. You feel amazing. Youâre such a wet dream, Y/N.â
His voice was raspy with need. You could tell he was trying his level best to wait for you to come, and you decided to have mercy on him âBeg. Beg for me to let you come, Harry.â
He threw his head back, his muscles taut, struggling to hold off. âPlease, please⌠Fuck, Iâm desperate, please babyâŚâ
âHmmm⌠should I? I havenât come yetâŚâ you teased, clamping down around him to push him over the edge.Â
But you gasped in surprise when he pulled you flush against him, holding you tight, and started thrusting into you with wild abandon as he panted into your ear âIâm begging. Come for me, Y/N. Please. Need you to come. Give it to me.â
You lost it. The sudden flip in demeanour had you spiralling, and he was fucking into you so good, the angle just right, that it threw you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. Youâd been extremely close, but the way he went about it had made you come instantly.
Feeling you spasm all around him and hearing you moan and whimper loudly had him join you immediately. You were both crying out your pleasure, and it was downright pornographic. Youâd kept it at a reasonable volume throughout, seeing that you were in a hotel room and knowing your friends might come back from dinner any moment, but neither could hold back when you finally reached your peaks.
Harry kept you flush against him as you both tried steadying your breathing and your heartbeats and then searched for your mouth, giving you a lazy kiss. âSorry for not asking permission⌠at the end, there.â
The hint of mischief in his voice wasnât lost on you. You hummed, biting his lower lip teasingly âGuess Iâll have to punish you for that.â
A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently placed a loose strand of your wavy hair from over your sweaty temple to behind your ear âWas hoping youâd say that.â
Part Two
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