#harry styles stuff

[narrycherries]

call it what you want✨pt.3

As things seem to be heating up, Harry suggests a little more than kissing..

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word count: 6.1k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, friends to lovers, smut, fluff

The bed was as comfortable as ever while you laid there patiently waiting for Harry to join you. The day had been very relaxing for you, but climbing into his bed was just what you needed. Harry wasn’t far behind you. He was changing into something to sleep in. You bit down on your cheek as you thought about the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, no pants or shorts covering your legs or butt at all. He never minded, and you rarely did it anyways so he never made a big deal out of it. Besides, he was comfortable with it and so were you.

“M’gone leave the lamp on for a bit, that okay? I wanna read for a while after you go to sleep.”

You smiled as he looked your way. “That’s fine. Just need you to come on.. I’m cold.”

His playful eye roll made your smile grow bigger. He flicked off the overhead light and joined you on the bed.

“Someone’s being a little needy, hm?” He said through a low chuckle as he slid his arm underneath your head, and the other naturally draped over your waist.

“If you cut the air off every now and then I wouldn't be so cold.” Your voice was soft as you nuzzled your face against his arm, the feeling of his warm skin lighting yours on fire was nice and comforting. It felt like forever since the last time you felt that sensation, even though it was only this morning..

“Hmm.. maybe I keep it on to keep you cold.. make you have to cuddle me.” His words were laced with a grin, and you felt a wave of heat covering your cheeks.

“Sounds like you're the needy one, then.”

He gave your waist a pinch that you could feel through the fabric of your shirt. You winced, then nudged his foot with yours. You always tended to forget how close you really got to him, your faces were just a few inches apart.

“M’glad you got to spend a few days with me.. even though you got hurt.” He said through a sigh, his fingers softly dragging back and forth against your shirt, wishing he could feel your skin. He didn’t want to cross any lines with you, though, so he didn’t even think about lifting your shirt.

“I guess I have to go home tomorrow.” You shifted your gaze to his face, and you were not shocked to see his stare was fixed on you.

He lifted one corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to go.. unless you really want to.”

Your heart started to flutter as you thought about spending even more time with him, but you had to quickly remind yourself that this wasn’t a fairytale you were in. He watched as your eyes drifted from his and you rolled in your bottom lip. You usually did that while you were thinking, so he figured you were doing that. After a minute or two of just watching you curiously, he said something.

“Something wrong?”

Immediately, your eyes dart back to his. “No, just.. I, um, probably need to go home.. my roommate texted me earlier.. asking when I’d be back.”

He slightly raised a brow. “Care more about your roommate than me?”

“Don’t be silly.” You cracked a smile, he was only joking after all.

“You can go whenever, peach, but I’ll miss you.” Harry’s voice had dropped to practically a whisper, which made your heart beat a little faster than normal.

You went silent as you lifted your hand between your chest and Harry’s and started to mess with the chain around his neck. He didn’t want to disturb you, so he just opted to observe you. Of course, your eyes were fixated on his necklace, and he could tell you were lost in thought. Your fingers were carefully twisting the chain and running it against your skin. Harry wanted to ask you what was making your tongue poke through your lips before you bit down on your cheek, but he didn’t want to bother you. Despite seeming so distracted, you were content and quiet and, above all, comfortable.

Just as he had dropped his eyes down to stare at your plump lips, you moved your touch onto his chin. He shot his eyes back to yours as you gave him a glance and a gentle smile.

“You have a piece of fuzz on you.” You muttered out while picking the familiar colored, tiny ball of fuzz off of the underside of his chin. It came from the throw blanket that he kept on the couch.

He didn’t say anything, just kept eyeing you. A sudden ache in your leg made you grunt and bend your knee, pushing it into Harry’s leg. He squeezed your waist and hummed as a way of asking if you were alright, but you didn’t respond. Instead, you started to rub the pad of your index finger against the hair growing in on his chin. He let out a soft laugh as he watched your brows furrow.

“Don’t like it?”

You smiled. “I do.. it just feels funny.”

“As long as it doesn’t look funny.” Harry smirked.

“You couldn’t look funny if you tried.” You quietly said, the words as light as a feather.

Harry’s tongue darted out to coat his lips quickly. “Is that so?”

You scoffed. “You know you’re-“

When you paused, he moved his hand up just slightly to squeeze you in a new spot. “Hm?”

You gently shook your head, not wanting to say what you almost let slip. He let it slide, though. The last thing he wanted was to upset you by asking over and over what you were going to say. He had some ideas in his head anyway that made sense, so there was no point in asking. For a moment, he thought maybe you were uncomfortable and becoming tense from the situation, so he decided to distract you.

“I hate that you gotta go tomorrow.. I don’t like being alone.”

“M’sure my brother would like to see you.. he likes to tell my mom that I take up all your free time.”

Harry chuckled a little at that. “M’sure he’s jealous.”

“He’s just mad because I stole his best friend.”

“M’sure he never saw that coming.” He smiled, but let it drop as he noticed your eyes changing. You were just smiling, but now you appeared to be on the verge of tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head a few times, trying to just ignore everything that was weighing on you, but it was too hard. Harry started to move his hand up and down a small section of your side, as an attempt to comfort you.

“Don’t get upset. I don’t want you to cry, sweetheart.”

The word he said just made everything feel much harder, made it feel so much more real.. You fought your anxious thoughts and decided to just tell him what was going on in your mind right now. There were some things that just needed to come out.

“I wish I were a boy.. it would be so much easier to.. to be your friend.”

He was confused at first, but thought about what you said and what it meant. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. You weren't looking at him anyway, so he wasn’t afraid to be a little emotional with his reactions. Before he could say anything back, you spoke again.

“All the.. the cuddling and stuff.. I just.. it makes everything complicated.. we have to censor ourselves in front of.. everyone but.. we shouldn’t be doing it anyway.”

He chose to try and cheer you up, try to guide you away from those tears. “I’m glad you’re not a boy.. it would be a bit weird for me to be cuddling you.”

You huffed. “That’s the thing, you wouldn’t.. be doing that.”

“I.. I like doing that.. with you.” Harry’s brows dropped as your eyes met his once again. “I told you the other day that all of this is okay with me. Everything we do is perfectly okay.”

“I know.. I like it, too.. and.. I don’t.. I don’t know.” You were beyond flustered, and he could easily tell how nervous you were.

Your eyes were avoiding his as your face reddened and your hand started to tremble against his shoulder. You hadn’t even realized you were touching him there, but holding onto him was something you always opted to do - whether it was squeezing the fabric of his shirt, wrapping your fingers in between his, or grabbing onto parts of his body. You needed him close in order to feel safe, and right now you just wanted that comfort that only he provides. You just wanted him.

He licked his lips gently. “Hey, how about we just.. take a moment to relax,okay? I don’t want you to get worked up.”

You let out a soft breath. “Okay, that’s okay.”

It became quiet for a while. Your eyes were closed but Harry knew you weren’t asleep. Your hand was on the side of his neck, your index finger softly moving from side to side. The feeling of his warm skin against yours was a cure for your anxiety. It made you feel like the world had stopped spinning and it was just the two of you in existence. You were calm.

Harry, on the other hand, was watching you closely, making sure you didn't make any weird faces or appear to be uncomfortable in any way. He didn’t want you to worry about the kissing episode from the other night, and he surely didn’t want you to think that the special things you do with him are not acceptable. There was nothing more he loved in the world than being with you - and that included cuddling on the couch, sleeping close in bed, every little thing he did with you..

His eyelids were hardly opened when you started to furrow your brows and frown your lips. He watched you carefully, observing every little move you made. Your hand slowly moved to his jaw, your fingers splaying on his neck as your thumb pressed into his relaxed dimple. He took a deep breath through his nose and slowly pushed it out, waiting for you to open your eyes. When you did, he didn’t expect you to seem so sad. He thought for sure that this quiet time had allowed you to relax.

“Harry.” You spoke his name in a soft whine, your lips tugging downward as a wave of sadness crept through you.

“What is it, darling?” He asked quietly, not wanting to be too loud while being this close.

You didn’t say anything at first, just shifted your gaze to his dimple. You poked your thumb into the intention, making him smile. You couldn’t resist a small lift of the corner of your mouth as your thumb dipped into the dimple.

“Y’know that tickles me.” He muttered out as you started rubbing delicate circles into his cheek, your skin barely touching his.

“Mhm.” You looked at his eyes, admiring his relaxed features.

His brows were laying perfectly on his forehead, his smile was gentle but present, and his eyes were locked on yours. If you shifted your gaze, he followed you. He was always so intrigued by whatever you did, big or small. You gave his cheek a pinch, your fingers brushing his skin as you moved your hand. He chuckled lightly as you did it a second time.

“You’re being cute, hm.” His words came out in a mumble, making your stomach churn and your heart flutter. Sometimes his words had a crazy effect on you, it was complicated for you to process.

You shifted your head, turning your face in to the pillow. Harry tightened his hold on your waist, almost forgetting that he was touching you there. You grunted, ignoring his silent request for you to look back at him. Despite trying to hide, he could still see how your cheeks started to regain that bright red flush you had earlier.

“Being a bit shy now.” He whispered as his fingers carefully gathered a bit of your oversized shirt. He wanted to pull it up and touch your bare skin like he did the other day, but he refrained. “You were sittin’ on my lap on the couch.. now you’re actin’ like you don’t know me, hm?”

“Harry.” You whimpered his name, protesting his teasing.

You could feel the vibrations of the low chuckle coming from his throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced your face forward - right against his collarbone.

“Don’t want you to hide from me, darling.” His hand slid around to the small of your back. “No need to hide such a pretty face.”

You grunted back, which made his smile grow. He knew that he did things that made you feel a different way at times, and right now you were feeling insanely different. Your heart was beating faster than usual, and your toes were curling as you tried to ignore the thoughts in your head. Your stomach was bubbling and butterflies were threatening to come up your throat. He knew how special the feelings were, because he always got them, too.

“Why are you hiding from me, hm?”

He was surprised when you muttered a response to him. “Cus.”

“Look at me, peach.”

At first, you were going to just ignore him, but something inside of you sparked and you caught yourself moving your head back so you could see him. As your eyes met his, he gave you a warm smile and pressed his hand against your back. You could feel how warm his palm was through your shirt, and you wished he’d touch your bare skin..

Harry didn’t say anything else as he just laid there and watched you closely. You were struggling to keep your stare locked with his, but you didn’t want to look away. Fighting off the nervousness was a struggle, but you had a desire to be brave. You didn’t want to cave into the anxiety and shyness he made you feel at times.. you wanted to show him how confident and content you were with him. And right now, you were leaning more towards content.

You glanced for a split second at his lips as his tongue came out to coat them. You swallowed a lump that had been shaping in your throat, but moved your eyes right back to his. He of course noticed your moment of distraction and took advantage of it.

“Hey.” His voice was the softest it had been all night.

“Hmm?”

His hand gently moved a few centimeters down your back, closer to the dip in your spine than before. Your fingers were lightly scratching against the skin on the side of his neck, you were too nervous to touch his face again. He leaned a little closer to you, leaving a very small gap.

“Do you.. want me to.. to kiss you?” Harry asked you in a light whisper, his half hooded eyes staring deep into yours, like he was searching for something.

Your stomach dropped, and absentmindedly you let your hand move upward so that your thumb was rubbing over his ear lobe. “Do you want.. to kiss me?”

He lifted the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I do want to.. but.. it’s your call.”

You thought about it intensively for a few long moments. Would it be worth it? Or was this something that could lead to a catastrophic ending to your friendship? It was difficult to not consider that, but you opted to ignore it. It was so perfect the first time, so why would this time be different? Right now in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“I want you to, yeah.. I.. I do.” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?” He lifted his brows slightly, making sure that you want to do this.

“Please.” You muttered back, almost in a sad tone.

His heart melted as he saw your eyes widen. “Don’t have to say that.. I will.”

Harry moved his face closer to yours, your lips barely apart at this point. He watched your eyelids close and your lips form a pout, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Pretty please.” You quietly said while your hand found its way to his neck again.

After what felt like forever, Harry brushed his lips against yours, he was smiling. “Of course, darling, of course.”

Just like the first time, it felt magical and surreal. Harry’s lips were gently moving with yours, allowing you to somewhat take the lead. He didn’t want to feel like he was forcing you or pressuring you, and you appreciated that. It felt easier than the first time, though, since he was laying next to you and not on top of you. Your mind was able to focus on the kissing and not on his hips pressing down into yours. His hand moved to your hip, but he didn’t do anything besides hold onto your body. You didn’t care, it felt perfect to have him this close to you.

He let out a grunt as your hand moved up to cradle his jaw. Your thumb was rubbing against his skin as you parted your lips for his tongue to enter your mouth. He hesitated at first, but eventually slid his tongue between your lips. Before you realized, you were swapping control and shoving tongues around like it was normal and not just your second time. Everything felt so natural, so honest and real. It still terrified you, but right now, you were ignoring everything in your mind. Nothing else mattered.

Harry was a little unsure when you decided to shove your knee between his legs, but only because of how you reacted to him last time putting his body on yours. He figured this was a little different though, so maybe there was nothing to worry about after all. After a couple of minutes of kissing like you’d never see each other again, you broke the kiss and moved your lips to his cheek. He smiled as you gave him a few pecks.

“Everything okay?” He asked in a low voice as he savored the feeling of your lips against his skin.

“Can.. can you..” You were nervous and he noticed very easily. You gulped, trying to find some courage to say what you want but it was hard.

Harry moved his hand to your waist and he gave you a squeeze. “Whatever you want me to do, peach.”

That special pet name made your toes curl and your stomach churn in the best way. No matter what, you knew that he was going to take care of you. He wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to do, and at this point, he wasn’t going to tell you no. If you knew anything, it was that he’d do whatever you ask of him. Knowing that you were more of a priority to him than any of his other friends always made you feel special, and right now.. he was definitely giving you the best treatment.

“Can you, um, touch me? Like.. under my.. my shirt and stuff?”

He gave you a soft chuckle, then pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Sure, darling.”

“Like it when.. when you do that.” Your cheeks were on fire, but he thought it was cute.

“Yeah?”

You nod back, your eyes opening to see him as he slightly leaned back. “Like it a lot.”

“I like touching you.. always so soft, like a little peach, hm?” When his eye dropped to a wink, your heart nearly exploded.

Without hesitation, you pushed your mouth onto his, your grip on his jaw was tighter than before. He was surprised that you took the lead, but he was glad you weren’t being so shy.

Like you asked, he quickly slipped his hand under your shirt and began practically massaging your side, from your hip to just below your boobs. He didn’t want to go too far, because you hadn’t asked him to.

You were easily lost in your thoughts again. There was this magical world you constantly fell into that was only full of you and him. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. You felt waves of happiness and pleasure and excitement continuously rush through your body. A spark of curiosity hit you, and your hand slid to the nape of his neck. He grunted as your fingers twisted into his hair. You gave him a gentle tug, in which he replied with a tight squeeze of your waist.

Everything was so intimate and intense. You were pulled so far in to the feelings that you couldn’t comprehend what was real and what wasn’t. You wondered if his mouth moving with yours was even real..

Suddenly, your hand fell from his neck and he felt your arm moving between your bodies. He wasn’t quite sure what you were doing, but when you pulled your knee from in between his legs, you got his attention. He pulled back from the kiss, making you grunt.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he tried to peek underneath the covers but you mumbled a quiet “no” that made him stop.

When his eyes met yours, he saw that you were a little flustered and possibly upset. He kept his hand on your waist, his eyes locked with yours. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Harry.” You whined back, but he still was unsure about what was happening.

“What’s wrong, peach?”

You shook your head and finally brought your hand back up, but not to his neck or face. Instead, you curled it against your chest and turned your face into his arm, not wanting to look at him anymore.

“Lovey, what’s wrong? Did.. did I do something?”

There was nothing more important than communication right now, and you knew that telling him quickly would save you both the hassle. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’m.. getting tingles.. and.. stuff.”

He was shocked that you told him so quickly, but he wasn’t complaining about that at all. He took a deep breath and moved his face closer to yours. Even though you were hiding from him, he still peppered a few kisses over your jaw in attempt to relax you.

“Tingles, hm? Are they.. good tingles?”

“Yeah.” You muttered back.

He stayed quiet for a minute, thinking about what he was going to say to you. He had a few ideas, but he was nervous about it. What if what he suggested wasn’t what you wanted, and it ruined the moment? Or what if it was what you wanted and he was able to satisfy you? He opted to take the risk, because at the end of the day, nothing was going to change for the worse. You would still be his best friend and he would still be yours..

“Does it.. feel like you need to take care of it?”

You let out a shaky breath, bolting your eyes even tighter. “I dunno. It’s.. like throbbing.. I.. It’s a lot.”

“Hm, sounds like it needs to be dealt with.” His words were soft as he carefully trailed his hand down to your hip. The feeling of your cotton underwear against his skin was causing a ripple to go through his stomach. “Do you.. want.. it to be dealt with?”

Your heart was racing a million miles an hour at this point, and you were easily picking up on his subtle words and suggestions. You knew that if you could escape his hold and go to the bathroom, you’d take care of the issue yourself. But slipping out of his arms and running from the bed wasn’t going to be very graceful. A thought began to circle your mind. It’s only Harry, it’s not like he's a stranger. It’s just Harry, you trust him. It’s Harry…

“Kinda, yeah.”

When your head shifted back, you let your eyes find his. He saw how red your cheeks were and there was a hint of a smile on your lips. He swallowed the small lump forming in his throat, ready to risk it all.

“Do you want me.. to do it?”

His straightforward question made your stomach drop, but you couldn’t really focus on anything besides the throbbing between your legs and the pooling in your panties. You needed to get rid of that desire, you had to either do it yourself or let him do it.

“Please, if.. if you want to.”

“Oh, I definitely want to.” He chuckled, making sure you knew he was just as comfortable with the idea as you were. “I’d love to.”

“Then please.. please do.”

Harry placed a kiss on your lips before gently pushing down on your hip. “Lay back.”

You gently fell onto the bed, your head still resting on his arm as he moved to get situated next to you. His hand was resting on your stomach, your shirt had rolled up from when he was beneath it, so your skin was exposed. You quickly adjusted the blanket over your chest, not wanting to see what was happening down there. It was a matter of embarrassment for you, nothing else. You didn’t want him to see your stomach or your thighs and get turned off, even though he definitely wouldn’t.

Harry didn’t say anything about your decision. He knew that letting you lead would be better. If you wanted him to see, then you would have shown him.

“Are you comfortable?’ He asked quietly as you laid the hand closest to him on your stomach.

“Mhm.”

He took that as a sign to begin. His hand moved down until his fingers bumped the waistband of your underwear. You took a deep breath and let it come through your nose as he toyed with the fabric.

“Do you wanna take your panties off or leave them on?” His voice was as gentle as ever. He was going to do his best to take care of you, and you knew that.

You thought quickly, but shot down any ideas in your mind. You were too scared to get embarrassed. “Leave them on, please.”

Harry furrowed his brows slightly and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Darling, you don’t have to say please, okay? You’re in charge.. it’s whatever you want.”

“Okay.. I.. I know.”

“Just have to remind you, sweet girl.”

You smiled at his words and nodded, wishing you could peck his lips but you didn’t want to move. You were too comfortable like this, it felt perfect.

Despite wanting to jump right into it, he had to assure himself that you were okay with this. He rubbed his hand in a circle over your stomach, making you smile as it tickled your skin, yet it felt very intimate.

“Are you positive that you want to do this?” He asked, looking down at you intensely.

“Yes.”

“Absolutely sure?”

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes. “Yes, Harry.”

“One thousand percent?”

You adjusted your head on his arm, getting as close to him as you could. “A million.”

Harry knew that he needed to tease you for a little bit before actually touching you. It wasn’t to torture you, but to make sure that your orgasm would be the best one you’d ever had. So, he moved his hand down as your legs naturally parted for him. You were on the verge of exploding as he pressed his palm down. You let out a soft whine that made him smile and press a little harder.

“Harry.” You whispered his name quietly, turning your head so your eyes could see his. He was, of course, already looking down at you.

“Be patient.” He mumbled back.

Your head shifted back and your eyes fell shut. You wanted to soak in every second of this. He moved his hand back up, but stopped as his fingers touched your covered nub. A grunt left your mouth and he knew that you were sensitive right now. He applied some pressure and moved his fingers from side to side. You were groaning like crazy, your feet digging into the mattress as you silently begged for more. Harry let up the pressure and gave you a soft pat, which caused you to gasp.

“Hmm, when’s the last time you touched yourself? You’re a bit sensitive, yeah?”

You were taken off guard by his words at first, but decided to just ignore any potential embarrassment and just talk to him. His voice was such a comfort for you, especially right now when it made you feel a thousand times better.

“I dunno.. a couple days.. it's usually not this.. intense.”

He smirked to himself. “I’ll make it feel good, promise.”

With that, he slid his fingers under the fabric of your underwear and finally touched you skin to skin. A moan fell from your lips as he circled two of his fingers over your clit, just to get you a little excited, before slipping through your folds. He guided his fingers back up, being sure to feel every inch of you.

“You’re so warm.. so wet for me, hm?” He said in a deep voice as he lowered his lips to your temple, pressing a kiss there just seconds after.

“Harry.” You muttered out, digging your own nails into your stomach as you realized his hand was inside of your panties and he was about to satisfy you.

“Have to make sure m’careful.” He said while pulling his hand out. You whined immediately, not sure what he was doing. He chuckled before spitting onto his fingertips. “Patience, peach.”

“Please, want to feel good.” You whined back, the words went straight to his crotch.

“I’ll make you feel so good.” He promised as his hand returned to its previous spot and he was swirling his spit around your clit.

While you were soaked, he had to make sure he had plenty to move around you. He didn’t want any undesired friction to happen. The second the heavy moan left your throat, he knew this could not be the last time he did this to you.

“Alright, tell me if its too much, okay?” He said, starting before you even had a chance to respond.

He pressed down with his index and middle finger, rubbing them in circles over your clit. You were already experiencing slight spasms in your thighs, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Oh, Harry.” You were quiet, but the gasping for air assured him you were enjoying it.

He watched you closely as he kept up a good pace of his fingers. He wanted to make sure you were okay the entire time, so he never once looked away from you. He thought that it couldn’t possibly get any hotter watching you come undone from his touch, but he was wrong.

“Please, faster.” You said through a huff while your hand moved onto his elbow. Something about you wrapping your small hand around his arm made him close to busting himself. You sunk your nails into his skin and let out a heavy moan as he did what you requested. He stayed like that for a few minutes, just rubbing you as hard and fast as he could without hurting you. And you, well, you were enjoying every second of it.

“Do you wanna try to take a finger, doll?” He asked as he started to slow down a little, he didn’t want to overdo it.

“Mhm.. just one.” You said with a nod, knowing that sometimes when you did it yourself it helped and felt really nice.

“Just one, okay.” He whispered out as his fingers slowed on your clit and he carefully moved down your slit.

You were whimpering at the loss of touch, but he knew he’d return to that soon. He wiggled his finger around to get it wet before gently pushing the tip inside. His eyes were glued to your face so he could catch your reactions. The possibility of hurting you was on his mind.

He grunted as he felt how warm and tight you were, but the pleasure quickly ended. It had been a while since you had anything other than your own finger in there, and his was much bigger, wider, and longer than yours..

“S’too much right now.” You shook your head, turning to look up at him.

“Okay, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He pulled his finger out and returned to your clit, where he quickly started to rub again.

“Are.. are you.. upset?” You asked with a worried voice, your brows dropped and your lips were frowning.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m glad you told me. Besides, you’re in charge.” He was consistently talking sweet to you, making sure that you were okay.

“Okay.. please, keep going.”

Harry hadn’t noticed he had stalled his movements, but he instantly started back up. You were taking quick breaths, your eyes were rolling back in your head as he sped up, then slowed down - just to speed up again. It was driving you mad in the best way.

“Tell me how it feels, darling.” He said in a deep voice, his eyes watching your face as it contorts and reacts to him.

“Feels.. feels so good, Ha-Harry.” You struggled to get a clear sentence out. Your legs were moving around, your toes twisting and curling as you felt your orgasm get closer and closer.

“Listen, darling, you’re so wet.” His smirk made you bite down on your cheek and squeeze your eyes shut - the sloshing sound he was causing down there was very evident.

“It’s.. fuckin’ hot.” You suddenly slung the covers off of your body, making Harry laugh a little.

He was glad he could see how your legs jolted around and how your belly rolled as your body experienced waves of pleasure. Your back arched off the bed and you were groaning like crazy.

“Harry!” You moaned out his name as loud as you could while your hand slid down his forearm, almost to his wrist. You held on tight.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” His words were only fuel to your fire.

“Yes, yes, Harry, m’gonna.. cum. Please.” You turned your head upward so that it was pressing into his shoulder. You needed to be close to him.

He watched in awe while you came undone. Your nails scratched his skin and soft whimpers were falling from your lips. You kept mumbling his name over and over again, begging him to get you to the edge.

“Cum for me, cum all over my fingers, baby.”

That did it. Within a second, your jaw dropped and you were gasping for air. Your clit was throbbing as your nerves exploded all over. Harry kept rubbing oyu through it, which was driving you insane. Usually, you stopped after a few seconds, so this was something new to you.

“Harry!” You squealed as you clawed the skin of his hand, trying to pull him away, which made him chuckle.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Did so good for me, yeah?” He finally gave you the break you wanted. His hand rested over your vagina, and he laughed as your legs closed with his arm stuck there.

“I.. I can’t believe.. we just did that.” You were trying to catch your breath.

Harry smiled but then remembered how you reacted about the first kiss you shared. Maybe this was different? Maybe it wasn’t, though. You pushed your hair away from your face and relaxed your legs, letting him pull his hand out of your underwear. He laid on your stomach and licked his lips as he stared at you. You were definitely taking the much needed time to come back to earth.

“Yeah.. I know.. um, but remember it’s fine.. if you don’t want to do that again.” He said nervously, trying to hide it but it wasn’t really working in his favor.

You scoffed at him, then let out a laugh. Your eyes opened and you looked directly at him. He was afraid of your reaction, but what you said gave him relief.

“Are you crazy?” Your brows raised on your forehead as you gave him a grin. “M’never touching myself again.. nothing can be as good as you.”

He smirked, feeling proud of himself and glad that you were okay with everything. “Well, whenever you need it again, darling.. just let me know.”

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snow on the beach.

summary: y/n is on tour and harry joins her for one of her songs pairings: singer!yn x boyfriend!harry warnings: so so much fluff - You had been on tour for a total of five months and this was your final show for a little bit.

"Alright, Chicago are we re-" You began to say and saw a sign that made you laugh. "Wait hold on.. can I read your sign?" You asked the fan in the crowd and waited for their answer.

"Yes!!!" The girl shouted back at you and held her phone up higher to get a better angle of your guys' conversation.

"Her sign says, 'Y/N please reject me so I can move on'.. What's your name?"

"Charlotte!" She responded.

"Well Charlotte, you'll be very upset to hear that I have a boyfriend," You smiled as the crowd got louder at the mention of Harry. "And I think he would also be upset and a little jealous if he read your sign. What if we brought him out to confirm that?" You said with a smirk and watched as Harry walked onto the stage.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and gave it a light squeeze. "Now what's this I hear about you trying to get with my girlfriend?" He asked once everyone settled down.

Charlotte laughed and shrugged. "Have you seen her?"

"Have I seen her?! Of course I have! She's smokin' hot."

You buried your face into Harry's side as your cheeks turned red and shook your head. "Shhh.. okay.. We have one more song for you and I was going to bring H out to sing it with me so your sign was amazingly timed, Charlotte." You turned to Harry and gave him a small nod. "Ready baby?"

He nodded and you both put your mics on their stands as the band started playing.

"One night, a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could've been light. But it might just have been you passing by unbeknownst to me." You started singing and smiled at Harry. "Life is emotional abusive and time can't stop me quite like you did and my flight was awful, thanks for asking. I'm unglued, thanks to you." You shifted your weight from one side of your body to the other to start singing the chorus. "And it's like snow at the beach weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream stars by the pocketful you wanting me tonight feels impossible but it's comin' down no sound, it's all around."

Harry couldn't help but smile big at you singing that he almost forgot to start singing his part. "This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched "aurora borealis green" I've never seen someone lit from within blurring out my periphery," He watched as a couple in the pit started dancing with each other so he couldn't help taking his microphone off his stand and moving closer to you. "My smile is like I won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest and it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'til you do, 'til it's true." He sang as you turned to face him.

"Now it's like snow at the beach, weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down no sound, it's all around." You both sang together. "I can't I speak, afraid to jinx it. I don't even dare to wish it."

You both moved down a couple of stairs to the cat-walk part of the stage and sat down on them then Harry started singing again, "But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I'm all for you like Janet. Can this be a real thing?"

"Can it?" You finished the lyric and held his free hand. "Are we falling like," You started this lyric for him to finish as small pieces of white confetti started falling down from the ceiling to act as snow.

"Snow snow at the beach? (Snow at the beach) Weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream (Flying in a dream), Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me (You wanting me). Tonight feels impossible, but it's comin' down. No sound, it's all around." He finished the song and you both stood up to bow to the crowd and blow them kisses.

"Thank you everyone so much please get home safe tonight, I love you all so much. Thank you for the best 5 months of tour I could ever ask for." You looked down at Charlotte and blew her a kiss. "Thank you." You mouthed to her and she smiled big.

You and Harry left the stage and went back stage to your dressing room. "That was so much fun, H. Thank you for coming and singing with me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

"Anything for you, honey." He nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you."

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boyfriend!harry headcanons

-> Every day starts with Harry's sleepy face pressed into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he mutters "good mornin', lovie." He steals kisses between yawns, his warm hand tracing patterns on your back until you're both giggling, tangled in the sheets.

-> He knows your perfect cup of coffee, the one that makes you smile like sunshine. He surprises you with it in bed, accompanied by a plate of fluffy pancakes or French toast, shaped into hearts, of course.

-> He pretends to scoff when you put on a chick flick, but you catch him stealing glances at the screen, his lips twitching with a suppressed smile. He hums along to the cheesy soundtrack, his voice husky and low, sending shivers down your spine.

-> One minute you're planning grocery shopping, the next he's whisking you away to a hidden beach for a sunset picnic, complete with a spontaneous bonfire and stargazing. He lives for creating memories that make your heart skip a beat.

-> He believes in you more than you believe in yourself. He cheers you on at work, celebrates your victories (big or small), and holds you tight when you doubt yourself. He whispers encouragement in your ear, his voice laced with unwavering faith.

-> He leaves little love notes tucked in your purse, on the fridge, even in the pages of your favorite book. He hides tiny trinkets for you to find – a seashell from your first beach trip, a vintage postcard with a romantic quote, a single, perfect rose.

-> He pulls out your chair at restaurants, opens doors, and insists on carrying your groceries. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk to shield you from the rain, and offers his jacket when you're cold. It's the little things that make your heart melt.

-> His hands wander under your shirt, sending goosebumps erupting on your skin. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promises of forever and endless love. He makes you feel like the only person in the world, cherished and adored.

-> He strums your favorite song on his guitar, his voice husky and soulful, just for you. He pulls you close, swaying to the rhythm, his gaze never leaving yours. He turns any room into a dance floor, his laughter echoing as you spin, lost in your own little world.

-> He's your rock, your confidant, your safe harbor. He listens without judgment, offers advice without pushing, and celebrates your individuality. He loves you for who you are, flaws and all, and that's the most beautiful love story of all.

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Impossibly Real

A/N: cute little story about being in a rough dating world and having a nice neighbour friend.

Part 2

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I memorize the face on my phone whilst standing in the middle of my building lobby. I study it as if I hadn’t been staring at his pictures since we both swiped right a couple weeks ago.

“Hot date?” A voice calls out. I look up to the source—one of my neighbours with takeaway in one hand and a case of beer in the other. The smell of his dinner makes my stomach rumble—I’d skipped dinner myself for this 8pm date.

“A very hot date,” I respond. Harry was one of the first people I’d interacted with when I moved to this complex a year and a half ago. He’d helped me move my boxed mattress in and I thanked him with a lukewarm beer. Ever since, we’d pick up on conversation every time we saw each other.

Most of those times were when we’d both be rushing out to work in the morning. Sometimes he’d walk to the tube with me, both of us going in opposite directions. Other times his girlfriend would pick him up.

“Let’s see,” he switches his beer to the other hand and holds his hand out.

I pretend to open the app and look for my date’s profile as if it hadn’t been open for the last three hours. He makes a sound of approval when I pass it over.

“Right?” I grin as he scans the profile.

I wasn’t always lucky in love. When Harry first met me I was fresh out of a 3 year relationship, and the only things to follow were bad dates and lonely nights.

“Likes pizza?” Harry says like he’d just caught sight of the guy’s private pictures.

“Yeah? So what?” I feel my defences go up. “Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah but that’s so…basic.” He hands the phone back. “That’s like saying ‘Drinks tea’ or ‘breathes air’.”

“No it’s not!” I wanted this to be a good one so badly, I wouldn’t hear any of Harry’s slander. “It’s relatable, and shows he’s down to earth.”

Harry groans. “Remind me what you do for work?”

I squint at him, unsure where he was going with his. “Analyst.”

“Ah,” he switches his beer back to his other hand and it snaps me out of the moment. I always lost track of time talking to Harry and this couldn’t be one of those times. I had somewhere to be!

“Ah what?” I glance at the door.

“As an analyst you’re used to reading into things-“

“Piss off!” I shut him down. “I’m leaving now.”

“I’m joking!” Harry calls out. “I’m sure he’s a great guy.”

I don’t respond to him as I walk away but he calls out my name.

“You look great, it’ll be a good date.”

“Fingers crossed,” I echo. “Enjoy your night.”

I find a taxi quickly and sit on my hands the whole way there so I don’t pick at my nails. There was no such thing as out of my league, I remind myself. He was just going to be a guy. A good looking guy.

***

“I’m getting a bit tipsy,” Dave admits. It was half past 9 and we’d had 5 drinks total, one of those being a nervous shot when he hadn’t showed up in the first ten minutes.

“We should get something to eat!” I suggest.

He grimaces. “It’s a bit overpriced in here.”

Oh. He was cheap.

That was rude. I snap out of my darkening thoughts. I couldn’t help it: not only was Dave late, he looked 5 years older than his pictures, which wasn’t a bad thing, but he was also 5 inches shorter than his profile stated.

It was awkward when he came in and I got up to hug him. I’d worn my 3 inch heels expecting to still come to his chest but we’d met at eye level instead. I didn’t want to make it awkward so I had sat down quickly. I regretted wearing these heels. They were chaffing against my feet even whilst sitting.

And the whole evening had been stiff conversation, like rubbing sandpaper against itself. It had ended in a dull evening. He was cute. That was all he had going for him.

“There’s a really good pizza place around here!” I say casually, like I hadn’t Googled the vicinity for an hour after we’d made plans. “I heard it was rated top 10 in the city.

His grimace comes back, it made him more unattractive the more he did it.

“I can go for some chips. There’s probably one down the road, you alright for a walk?”

“Great!” Maybe some fresh air and a change of scenery could spice the night up.

He pays the bill—maybe he wasn’t so cheap, I think. That is until we get to the chips shop and he hangs back for me to order for us. And pay.

I can already imagine retelling this date to my girl friends. They were all engaged or married so my dating stories were always amusing content for our hangouts.

Crossing from 20 to 30 made the stories more tragic than amusing, but I lived to laugh and that’s what I usually did after getting over bad dates like this one.

“It’s a nice night,” Dave says when we get our chips. He douses his in ketchup like a toddler would. Gah!

“It is…”

“Let’s take these outside.”

I’d rather not, with my heels digging into the backs of my feet and the blisters chafing against the fake leather. But I agree.

“So what’s with the pink?” He asks randomly.

“What?” I say over a mouthful of chip. I didn’t care how disgusting I was at this point. He’d done the bill-for-a-bill thing without asking and I’d lost any hope I had for the evening. I may as well be gross.

“The pink, you’ve got it at the bottoms of your hair and your earrings, your lips and your skirt and your heels-“

“I like pink.”

“That’s obvious,” he says dryly. “Is there a story behind it or something? Usually only schoolgirls wear their favourite colour that much.”

And usually only younger boys have fries with they ketchup rather ketchup with their fries, I want to say. But I keep my mouth shut.

“I think it’s overrated that getting older means getting all serious and boring. Pink’s my favourite colour and the world can know it. Be brighter for knowing it too.”

I keep my tone light yet Dave seems to takes my personal philosophy as a direct attack.

“But it’s a bit juvenile isn’t it? You don’t have to be boring just because you’re an adult but no one’s going to take you much seriously all dressed in pink. It’s a bit childish.”

“Not childish enough for you to want to go on a date with me,” I say. My pink hair was on display in my profile as well as many pink outfits throughout my linked Instagram. I know he’d seen it.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, not like that.” He backtracks. His face turns my favourite colour, even in the dark.

“When grown men are obsessed with Star Wars or Lord of the Rings or whatever, nobody bats an eye. They show up with fictional characters on their shirt and tattooed on their arms and it’s all dandy. But you think the world’s going to take me less seriously because I wear a lot of pink?”

“Okay I think there’s been a misunderstanding here.” Dave backs down like I knew he would. I’d known too many boys like him, who charged up when they thought they had an ounce of intellect over me. Reciprocate with even an ounce of assertive energy and they back down like a well-trained dog.

This night was tragic. My hopes up for nothing. And my feet were blistered for no damn reason.

“I think we’ve understood each other just fine.” I wipe my hands on a napkin and toss the rest of my chips away, ignoring the look Dave gives me. “It was a night, I’m going to head home now.”

“Look I-“

“Goodnight.” I walk away. I had no idea what direction but as long as I can end the night with the hope-zapper Dave.

***

On the lift up to my flat I look at myself in the mirror. Dead eyes, flushed and puffy face from the alcohol, and my hair was voluminous from the windy night air. I couldn’t wait to get to my flat and take my stupid heels off. They were so painful they’d now actually gone numb.

My phone rings as I get to my door. Dave. The nerve of that guy!

I put it on silent and fish out my keys but my phone buzzes a second time and I drop them.

“Fuck!” I say just as the door behind me opens.

“Woah!” Harry steps back into his flat after nearly tripping over my crouched figure.

“Ugh sorry,” I stand back up, keys looped around my finger.

“You’re back early.” Harry slowly eyes me from top to bottom. It makes my stomach feel like a washing machine on high. “Nice night with pizza guy?”

“Pizza guy was just like the others.”

I lean against my door and ignore my phone that’s now gone off for the third time in my purse.

“Fair enough. He did say he likes pizza.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” I whine. “I just wasted £30 on shite company.”

“Can I offer you a beer or have you had too many?”

I look down at my watch. It was half past 10, and I had work tomorrow but life was short and I was miserable so I follow Harry in.

“I’ll just toss this later.”

It’s only then I realize Harry had a trash bag in his hands and he was in his boxers and a robe. He rests the bag near his door and motions to the fridge as he walks down his hall. “Grab me one too?”

I’d been in Harry’s flat a few time, once when I baked too many sugar cookies for Christmas and he invited me in to eat with him. Another time when he was having a birthday party. I had thought it was cute his friends had done that for him old school. The last time was when my wifi stopped working one weekend and I had to ask him to use his. That was a nice day, both of us were going through busy season and had worked side by side on our laptops until Harry announced we were losers and should stop working to get dinner and watch a movie. That was one of my favourite days living in this complex so far.

I’m still standing in his kitchen when he comes out with sweatpants.

“Why are you still standing there?”

I look down at my shoes and so does he.

“Don’t you want to take those off?” Harry lifts one brow, confused.

“I’m scared.” I say. I didn’t know what I’d find. I felt like I was standing in a pool of blood.

“Why?” Harry was lucky he didn’t know the fear of taking off awful shoes after a long day of breaking them in. Men were lucky that way.

I shift my heel away from the back of the shoe and pain shoots up. It sounds sticky. I whimper. “Can you get me a chair?”

“What did you wear?” Harry’s staring at them with a mixture of fear and confusion. He carries one of his dining chairs to me. “Those are like, torture heels.”

“Tonight was torture.” I sit down and cross my foot over my knee. I take a deep breath. Harry hovers above me not able to look away. “Here goes nothing.”

I pry the shoe away and nearly cry.

“Oh my god!” Harry shouts. “Yo-you’re bleeding! What the f-“

“Oh my god,” I was dripping onto his floor. “Can I get-“

“Tissue!” Harry’s already throwing me his roll but I knock it away.

“I need help. Getting. To the bathroom.”

“Right right.” Harry kicks my shoe away and leans down so I can wrap my arm around his shoulder. I feel like an injured football player but so much more pathetic as I limp to his bathroom.

He sets me down on his toilet seat and blasts the tub with water.

“Sorry,” I limp to the edge of his bathtub and swing myself so that my feet dangle in. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your night.”

“I’m glad you did,” Harry’s voice still carries a hint of shock. “What is wrong with you? That’s diabolical you wearing shoes like that! What’s wrong with trainers? Or sandals? Don’t girls like strap sandals?”

“It just comes with being a woman okay?” I couldn’t answer all his questions. “I still need to take off the other one.”

I was more scared for my right foot than my left.

“Just…deal with that.”

Harry’s tub is filling with water and it stings everywhere it touches my foot. But especially my heel and all of my toes. I switch the knob to cold.

“Okay,” I take a deep breath. “The other fucking shoe.”

I can feel Harry peering over my shoulder. This one feels glued on and I squeal as I comes off. My foot looked like a bruised and crusted mess.

“Holy sh-“ Harry whispers. I dunk it fast in the running water and nearly topple backwards but Harry catches me with his knee and then stays there so I have somewhere to lean. It was nice.

“Bloody hell,” I swear as my feet sting and paint the water pink. “Genuinely so sorry about this.”

“Don’t be.” Harry shakes his head. “But please toss those shoes in the bin and never wear something like that again.”

“That’s impossible.”

“It’s not. It’s very possible.”

“I love heels! I just need to break these in.”

“They’re breaking you love.”

I feel him stiffen behind me which makes me suddenly self-conscious. I didn’t really read into his words, love was just a term of affection used around my friends. But apparently it wasn’t something Harry used lightly.

“They are. These ones are going in the bin, DNA and all.” I try to continue casually. This was so weird. Weirder than it needed to be given Harry and I were mates at most; I’d met his girlfriend, I didn’t think of him anything more than a neighbourhood friend. We certainly hadn’t hung out outside our flats before.

“Maybe burn them to be sure,” Harry finally responds. His voice is a bit rougher than before. “Don’t want to get accidentally framed with the free DNA.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d be too obvious a murderer to commit anything stealthily. They’d identify the pink-haired giant walking away.”

“You’re not a giant. You’re not even 6 feet.”

“I’m nearly 5’9 which is tall enough for a woman.”

“I don’t think so.” Harry brushes my hair behind my shoulder and a shiver runs up my spine. Maybe I should turn the icy water off. “Plus I like the pink. Makes you more interesting to look at.”

“So I’m not interesting to look at regularly?” I tease. I look up at him and the back of my head hits his thigh.

I see his adam’s apple bob and I suddenly feel vulnerable sitting here like this. I lean forward so my feet are steadied against the tub which is agonizing for my bloody feet but at least I wasn’t leaning against him.

“I said more interesting.”

The room grows quiet and I try not to read into it. Harry thought I was interesting to look at. Okay.

I turn the tap off and the silence in the room becomes unbearable.

“Have you got any plasters?” I turn inch by inch so I don’t slip on the lip of the tub or need more help from Harry. The energy in here was weird and him touching me was going to make it weirder.

“Yeah,” he’s eager to leave only to come back laughing. “They’re actually here. I…”

He opens a drawer and pulls a box out along with a tiny vial.

I take it from him, some sort of ointment oil. Why not.

“Motherf-“ I bite my lip as the ointment stings my cuts. “Why wouldn’t you warn me!”

Harry laughs again and it eases the tension a little. “I thought you knew it would burn!”

“I don’t treat cuts often jeez!”

“Sorry! That friend—you met him at my party, black curly hair, the one who does custom stuff?”

“Oh yeah I remember.”

“I helped him out one summer. I had to hand cut all these signs using one of those exacto blades? Cut my hands up so many times I had to buy something for them after one of them got infected.”

I wrinkle my nose at the idea of an infected cut and douse my other foot in the oil, swearing as I take the pain.

“I have a roll and cotton if you want to bandage your foot?” Harry suggests. “I don’t know if regular plasters cut it.”

“That’s so dramatic,” I usually stuck a couple plasters on and got on with it. But this was also the worst I’d ever had with breaking shoes in.

“Let me-“

“No!” I push Harry’s shoulder away as he leans down with the roll of bandage he’d procured. “Harry do not touch my foot!”

“I’ve dressed grosser,” he holds my heel gently and I try to yank it away again without falling into the tub but it’s impossible. I settle for pushing him away.

“Harry please! I’ve intruded enough stop touching my disgusting foot!”

“I’ve seen you wash it. It’s not disgusting, just bloody. Now stop squirming about!”

“Why are you…” I trail away because he wasn’t listening. He dabs my foot with a cotton pad and then begins the process of bandaging my heel and then my toe. I try not to squirm at how embarrassing this was.

Harry’s gentle and attentive as he moves on to the other foot which should make me feel okay but only adds to the humiliation. We were so not close enough to do this—I don’t even know if I’d do the same for him.

Another part of me knows I would. Despite knowing him in passing, plus a few solid occasions, I could tell Harry was one of the good guys. He was always chivalrous around the building, friendly in any interaction I’d seen with him, loved enough to be thrown a surprise birthday party, and caring enough to always ask about how I was doing. And to do this.

When he glances up I don’t expect it. Our gazes clash and the weird energy from before creeps in again.

“Sorted,” he lets my foot down gently.

“Harry I owe you like…a massive dinner, and drinks are on me forever forward.”

“That’s not necessary,” he chuckles as he puts his little first aid kit back. “Just don’t wear heels like that again please. It’s not worth it.”

“They’re so pretty though,” I sigh. They’re now discarded on the tiled floor, the insides bloody.

“Let’s get you that beer,” he holds a hand out.

“I can’t. I’ve kept you late and you probably-“

“One beer.”

“I don’t want to intrude-“

“Just one,” his tone is gentle but he’s not taking no for an answer.

“Fine!” I admit defeat. He helps me up and together I limp to his couch.

We sit in silence for a bit while we drink. I don’t know what he’s thinking about, but the events of the evening play in my head.

“He actually insulted me.” I blurt. Before he can ask questions I explain. “Firstly he was late, then he was droning on and on about shit I don’t even remember anymore. Then he was cheap about food, but because he paid for drinks he got me to pay for chips. Then he said I wear too much pink and nobody would take me seriously as an adult. That it was childish.”

“Really?” Harry leans forward from his end of the couch. “He said all that?”

“Yeah! I said men are allowed to wear their Star Wars shirts and Lord of the Rings bullshite. And when a woman wears more than one article of pink she’s childish?”

“What a prick.”

“I know!”

“You’re too good for someone like that.”

“Thank you,” I sit back, seen and validated.

“The pink makes you cool, stand out in a crowd. He’s just blind to look at you and think that. Or he’s just intimidated.”

“Oh yeah he lied about his height! So I stood there in those stupid pink heels taller than him.”

“That must have got him,” Harry grins. “I actually love that story.”

His words warm me.

“You’re so nice Harry,” I tell him. “Honestly you’re like a gem of a guy.”

“I’m not that nice-“

“Don’t tell me you’re a bad boy or something because you’re a solid good guy. Rare. Never change.”

“Hmph,” he clears his throat.

“Your girlfriend’s lucky. A lot of us have to put up with trolls before we find a good guy like you.”

Harry stays silent. Maybe I’d said too much. Maybe I should stop drinking.

“We broke up. Wasn’t good enough for her.”

Shite. Blistered, bloody, bandaged foot directly in mouth..

“I-I’m sorry. To hear that! Oh my god yeah I guess I haven’t seen her in a while-“

“Yeah been a few months now. I’m mostly over it.”

“How long were you two dating again?”

“Almost 3,” Harry twists his mouth to the side. I’d never seen him look bitter before. “I accepted it, the end of us. Until I hear from a friend she jumped right into another relationship. So…that must have been behind the scenes near the end of our relationship.”

Bitter indeed. “That’s a shitty way to find out too.”

“I wish she was just honest. Y’know like, I met someone else whatever. At least that way I took the hit at once and then got over it. Instead after a month of moving on I just got punched all over again.”

“That’s a dick move.” I agree. “I’ve seen you so many times the last few months why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t want to bring down the mood. Felt too loaded for a conversation on the lift.”

“You could have saved it for a walking-to-the-tube conversation?”

“Then just part ways after dropping that on you?”

“Isn’t that perfect?” I tease and he covers his face. I change the subject. “My 3.5 year relationship ended when he said he didn’t see me as marriage material.”

“I thought it was a mutual breakup?” Harry asks. I’m surprised he remembers what I told him when I first moved in.

“I lied. I didn’t want you to see me as your pathetically lonely neighbour.”

He laughs at that. At least I’d gotten a smile back on his face. “I thought it was a bit suspicious but I didn’t push it. Every time I saw you when you first moved in it always looked like you cried.”

“Oh my god!” I cover my face. “Don’t tell me that! That’s so embarrassing!”

It was true. I cried for three weeks straight after the breakup but I also thought I was sly enough to get around unnoticed.

“It’s not a big deal! I used to worry about you.”

“That’s another thing that’ll keep me up at night now—but see that’s sweet! You barely knew me and you worried. Like! You were raised right.”

“Sure,” he smiles my way with a laugh in his eyes. He was enjoying making me squirm but it’s this smile, one I’d never seen before directed at me, that made me squirm the most.

“Okay now stop being sweet and kick me out.” I gingerly stand and suck up the fresh pain that comes back.

“You can stay as long a-“

“Harry.” I look at him seriously. “I know we both work demanding jobs, and that’s what we have to do tomorrow morning. It’s past midnight and I should go.”

He sighs and gets up to help me hobble to his door.

“Good thing I live next door—oh my shoes. They’re in your-“

“I’ll get them to you later.” He promises.

“You just want to try them on in private.” I tease as he opens his door. He waits while I fish through my purse again for my keys. I remember then the missed calls from Dave—that feels so long ago.

“I like my feet whole.” He chuckles. “Plus I’m tall enough.”

“Some girls think 6 feet is short.”

“How do you know I’m 6 feet?”

I turn my key and let my door swing open.

“I’m good at telling heights.”

“What’s your secret?”

“Well,” I turn back to him and put my hand on my head. “I get my height and then just measure against the person. I gauge the inches which if I’m close enough-“ Harry moved closer to me so there’s only a few inches between us. “Uhm. If I’m close enough it’s easy to count up or down.”

“So you count up-“

“Three or so inches.” I look up, determined to meet his eye. It was just Harry. I didn’t need to feel weird around my neighbour Harry.

But I can’t look away. I never noticed the depth of his eyes; they’re mesmerizing and I can’t look away.

“It’s a neat party trick.” He says so low, but we’re so close it’s loud as hell to my ears. Or maybe that’s the blood rushing through my head.

“Don’t really go to enough parties to turn it into a trick.” My voice comes out squeaky and I clear my throat. “Mostly useful to compare a dating profile to the real thing.”

“Hm,” he hums. His fingers toy with the pinks of my hair before draping it behind my shoulder.

“I should go.” I say for the millionth time.

He looks at me again and I forget why I should go. His gaze drops to my lips and I feel hot—hotter than the pain on my bloody feet.

“You’re the real thing.”

It’s unconscious, the way I arch up to him. It’s natural, the way he meets me halfway. It’s unforgettable, the way his soft lips feel on mine.

Until I lean my weight on my toes and I’m reminded of my broken feet, this evening, and who I was kissing.

I couldn’t be kissing my neighbour! I saw him nearly every damn day!

“Har-“ I push gently at his chest and he’s quick to move back.

“Sorry I-that-“

“No I’m sorry that was me-“

“We should…”

“Yeah.” I grasp behind my back until my hand touches my doorframe. “Um…thanks for everything. Tonight.”

“Yeah.” Harry’s flushed and somehow more attractive than I’ve ever noticed. He also has a smidge of pink lipstick at the corner of his mouth but I file that away for later. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” I turn and quickly close my door, knowing Harry was not going to be the first to leave. Despite my head telling me not to, I turn and peep through the peephole. He’s still leaning against his doorframe, head bowed, running his hand through his hair. I watch him mutter something and then go in. I stay there until the automatic light switches off and then sink to the floor.

Harry. Friendly, funny, neighbour Harry. He’d dressed my bloody feet, served me beer, and then kissed me.

I touch my lips. I wasn’t even mad about it. This was going to be complicated no doubt, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

***

I manage to avoid Harry for a week. Which is a pretty impressive feat given our doors nearly open onto each others.

But he catches me on the lift after work one day. There’s already two others beside me and Harry nearly misses the lift, slipping in just as it’s closing. He does a double take when he sees me.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

“Smart choice of shoes.”

We look down at my Stan Smiths.

“I’ve learned my lesson…for now.” I look back up at the row of numbers. The lift stops on floor 5 and the couple get out.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He states simply when the door closes.

“I have not!” I finally look at him and nearly lose my breath. When did he become so attractive?!

“We see each other almost every day living the way we do. And you’re telling me we managed to miss each other for a week?”

I shrug, “it’s been a weird week.”

“When did the weird week start?”

Saved by the bell. The doors open to our floors with a ding, but Harry blocks me from my front door.

“Are you serious?” I try to sidestep him but he stays in my path.

“We should talk.”

“We’re talking now.”

“C’mon.” He sighs and moves out of my way. I sigh myself before opening my door and leaving it open behind me. He takes the hint.

“I want to apologize for that night.” Harry says. “I was just feeling vulnerable and it shouldn’t have happened-“

“You’re joking right? I was going on about how good you were and I got a little too into it I think. I totally kissed you so I’m sorry. For making it weird-“

“I kissed you,” Harry tries to correct me.

“No I kissed you so I should apolog-“

“No.” Harry cuts me off.

“Why are we arguing about this?” I throw my hands up. We’re standing in the entryway going back and forth about this. It was stupid. “We’re both sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just move on okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees. “So we’re friends? You’re not going to avoid me in the building?”

“No.” I put my hands on my hips. “Cuz I wasn’t avoiding you in the first place.”

He laughs, throwing his head back and my breath catches. I lied. I wasn’t sorry I kissed him but I was sorry it ruined our friendship. Damnit.

“You’re impossible.”

“I thought I was the real thing?” I ask without thinking.

Slightly healed, but still bruised foot, directly in mouth!!!

“Impossible things can be real,” Harry’s mood changes. He stands taller and he takes a step towards me. “Do…do you want us to just move on?”

I don’t know how to answer that.

“I…we live right next to each other Harry. It’s-“

“Unconventional but not impossible.”

“Impossible.”

“But it can still be real.”

I can’t help it. I grin at how serious he was being with his play on words. He was serious about this though. It scared me a little.

“A date.”

“What about it?” I ask.

“We go on a date, see how things are. It they’re weird we go back to friends like we always were. If it’s good…”

“Okay. How about Friday?” I wanted this as much as it seemed like he wanted it. Dating was hard, apps were impossible. This good and kind man standing in front of me was impossible and real.

“Friday’s perfect. Wednesday would be even better.”

“Today is Wednesday.” I say before realizing what he meant.

“It is.”

“Okay. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be on time.” Harry’s grin is contagious.

“Great.” I watch him walk back to the door.

“One favour?” He asks. I ask him what it is. “Wear something pink?”

“Most definitely.” My heart surges and I feel seen. So seen.

I think he was the real thing too. Impossibly real. And possibly something more than neighbourly friends.

Excited and hopeful were an understatement. I couldn’t wait.

[narrycherries]

call it what you want✨pt.5

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masterlist // part 4

word count: 9.7k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, best friends to lovers, smut, oral, blowjob, fingering

Harry was carrying in the few groceries you bought before coming back to your house. He drove you home, since Stephanie had picked you up earlier. You both had a pretty good and believable excuse to not attend the after dinner celebration with everyone. Nobody questioned it, not even the fact Harry was driving you home. They didn’t care, and you were glad.

“Can you put that stuff up, please?” You asked with a sweet voice as you shut the door behind Harry and turned the lock.

He sat the bags on the countertop and gave you a glance. “Yeah, I got it.”

“M’gonna go use the bathroom and.. wash my face off.” You sat mid stretch, your body starting to ache from the long day you had.

“Meet you on the bed, darling.” He smiled back, making your cheeks flush a little.

You left him in the kitchen and made your way to the bathroom in the hallway. Your apartment was about the same size as his, but you had a roommate that shared the space with you. Harry lived alone, which made things a lot easier when it came to being with him privately. It’s not a regular thing for your roommate to be gone for the weekend, so you were taking advantage of it.

Harry put away the ice cream, grapes, and the other random assortment of items you bought, while you were washing your face free of makeup and taking care of your business. Once he was finished, he pulled off his shoes and cut off the kitchen light before heading to your bedroom. He always enjoyed staying with you because he thought your bed was way more comfortable than his. You had thick, fluffy pillows, a cozy comforter, and a few stuffed animals that embarrassed you, but he thought they were adorable.

He took his shirt off and laid it over the back of your vanity chair, along with his jeans. He knew he had a few clothing items here, so he went to the usual drawer they were in to find them. The bottom drawer of your dresser was the spot you kept his clothes in. You had way more clothes at his place than he did here, but you were over there more than he was here so it made sense. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants, the only pair actually, and slid them up his legs. You had gotten to where you didn’t want him to wear a shirt, for obvious reasons.. things had changed and you particularly enjoyed touching his bare skin while you slept.

You tossed the hand towel you used to wash your face into the hamper before stepping out of the bathroom. When you appeared in your bedroom door, Harry was facing away you from on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. You smiled to yourself and took the chance to be a little sneaky. He had no idea you were in the room, he didn’t even hear the bathroom door open when you came out. You ran towards him, the sound of your feet hitting the floor caught him off guard. He looked up just in time to see you leaping on to him.

“Boo!” You screamed as your arm flew around his neck and you tackled him onto the mattress.

He was laughing hard, sort of frightened by your sudden appearance. “Oh, that’s what we’re gonna do, hm?” He said while grabbing your waist.

He was much stronger than you, so it wasn’t a surprise when he overpowered you and rolled you onto your back. His fingers were rubbing against your skin under your shirt, tickling you like it was his only job. And it was a torturing act.

“Harry!” You squealed out, trying to fight him back.

He was enjoying your efforts of trying to push him over, so he let you take over. He fell onto his back on the bed and you quickly climbed on top of him. You were sitting on his thighs, your fingers grabbing and pinching his sides. He was laughing just as hard as you were, and it felt so freeing to be normal with him. All night you had wanted to just touch him like you always do when you're alone and finally you were able to.

Harry tried to take control again by reaching for your waist, but quickly grabbed his wrists and forced his arms down by his head, leaning down to be close to his face.

“Nope!”

He smirked. “You can’t hold me down forever, peach.”

“Says who?”

“Your arms are gonna get tired.” He chuckled back, admiring how pretty you looked with flushed cheeks and a big grin.

“You’re calling me weak? That’s so mean.” You faked an eye roll and a pout, which made him laugh a little more.

“Just being honest, honeybun.”

Hearing him say one of the more special and affectionate pet names made your heart skip a beat. He had avoided them most of the night, and you noticed. It was for obvious reasons, but it still sucked that you couldn’t hear the names you adored. He noticed how you were looking at him, and it was a familiar look.

He lifted a brow gently. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Don’t need you to. M’gonna beat you.”

Harry’s chuckle made you grin, and it was motivation for you to overpower him. He started laughing again, shaking his head in disbelief. You leaned down to his face and pressed a gentle kiss onto his dimple. The corner of his mouth pulled upward to a smirk, making you blush. You lifted yourself back up, hands still gripping his wrists to keep him down.

“That’s not fair, y’know.” He said with a cock of his eyebrow.

“What’s not?”

His eyes were full of stars, and you realized it was the same look he had given you that very first time he kissed you. It was the exact way your eyes look whenever you’re admiring him.

“Teasing me.. could’ve given me a little more.”

You grinned, then rolled your eyes again. “You’re so greedy.”

“C’mon.. just give me one more.”

The thought of you being in control was intimidating, yet intriguing. You could do whatever you wanted, and you knew he’d support it. You let out a breathy laugh, amused by his fake pout and pleading eyes. Without saying a word, you lowered yourself again. This time, you moved more slowly. He huffed as you brushed his lips against his cheek, but didn’t touch his skin. He wanted your lips on his, and you knew that, but you were debating on giving in to him. It would be cruel to not give him what he wanted, because he would easily give you whatever you asked for. You smiled sweetly, then carefully placed your pouted lips onto his. He grunted, trying to part his lips to let his tongue come out, but you shook your head. You didn’t want to give away too much just yet.

“You’re so mean.” He muttered while you moved away from his mouth.

“You’ll be okay. You’re a big boy, you can take it.”

“You should let me go.” He said with a smile, his dimples sinking deep in his cheeks.

“And why should i?” You scoffed, trying to keep your guard up but it wasn’t working. He could tell you were wanting to do something more than this.

“Just trust me.”

“No.” You shook your head. “You’re gonna try to win and I’m not letting you.”

Harry smiled back, trying to get you to understand his intentions without saying anything directly. “C’mon, just for a minute? Promise I won’t tickle you.”

You snarled at him, thinking about what tricks he could be planning behind that sweet smile. “If you do.. I’m going to attack you.”

“I promise I won't.” He laughed through his words as you let up your hold on his wrists, not sure what he was wanting to do.

You let out a squeal as he swiftly sat up and locked an arm around your back to keep you in place. He grabbed your hips and moved your body up his legs so that you were sitting on his crotch, feeling his growing bulge beneath you. It wasn’t hard yet, but you could tell it was different than usual.

“Harry.” You nervously whispered as your hand held onto his nape for support. He wasn’t going to let you slip, and you knew that, but you were anxious.

“It’s been too long since I’ve really got to kiss you, darling.” He said in a low voice, his lips pressing into the corner of your mouth.

“Tryin’ to be sweet to me, hmm?” You said with a smile as you moved your other hand onto his neck, feeling his warm skin and strong pulse beating against your palm was comforting.

“Always, peach.”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” You breathed out softly, closing your eyes as your forehead pressed onto his.

He chuckled a little, digging his fingertips into your waist. “What do you mean?”

You shook your head and moved so your mouth was next to his ear. Your hand shifted to his shoulder, and you held on to him for dear life. If you let go, you feared he’d disappear and this would all be a dream.

“You.. you keep making me want to.. to risk everything.”

He furrowed his brows a bit, even though you couldn’t see them. “Darling, I told you.. it’s fine. And.. and if you don’t want.. to do anything, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

You didn’t say anything, which caused him to start worrying. Did he take it too far too soon? You had only had two intimate moments, he didn’t consider the usual cuddling or the new occasional kissing to be too intense. He was afraid you’d hate him for doing this.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He finally huffed out as you stayed quiet.

You whined when he let you go, trying to silently tell you that you could move off his lap. “No, Harry.”

“Honey, you’re.. you’re confusing me a bit.” He reached up to grab your jaw and tilt your head back, not wanting to repeat the same conversation as before - but he had to make sure you were on board. “Do you wanna do things like this? Nothing.. nothing has to be at risk.”

You groaned, your nails gently scraping at his shoulder. “Of course I do.. you know that I do.”

He smiled when you gave him a pout. “Then trust me.. and trust yourself. If you want to.. then you’ll know.”

“I do.. I know I do.”

“Okay. Then.. don’t worry about it, alright? Everything is going to be alright.”

You took a deep breath and let your head fall back. You pushed it out along with a groan that made him chuckle and squeeze your waist on either side.

“This is so frustrating.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.” He reminded you, again. “Just let loose with me.. It’s just us in here, nobody’s watching.”

Nothing left your mouth as you leaned forward, falling against his body. He was smirking as your other hand started trailing up his chest. You were slow and methodical with your movement, making sure you felt every groove, dip, and shape of his toned body

“Kiss me, please.” You whispered against his chin, wanting nothing more than to get lost in his mouth.

Without any more hesitation, he moved his mouth onto yours and started synching his lips with how yours moved. It was as magical as ever, and for some reason this felt even more special. You grunted gently as he gave your waist a hard squeeze, making sure your body was as close as it could get to his.

Harry wasn’t being shy with where his hands went, and you were perfectly okay with that. He was switching between gripping your hips and rubbing up and down your sides. Each time his hands would return to your hips, he’d push you down a little, trying to create a little friction.

“Harry.” You gasped suddenly, detaching your lips from his.

He looked at you with a bit of worry, not sure if he was going too far. He knew you could feel his hardening bulge. When you glanced down, he licked his lips and shook his head.

“Sorry.”

You frowned a little. “What?”

“Is.. is this too much?’

You hated seeing that look on his face - like he was ashamed or embarrassed about what he was doing. You put on a smile and grabbed either side of his face, pulling it to yours. Harry groaned into the kiss, surprised that you pushed your tongue that far into his mouth. When you tore away from him, you gasped and dug your hips harder into him.

“No, it’s fine.” You muttered back, shocked by the amount of friction it caused to your clit.

“Sure?”

“Yeah.. feels nice.” You said with blushing cheeks and a cute smile.

He chuckled back, helping you move your hips back and forth on top of him. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, are you okay with it?”

Harry let out a laugh and answered by pulling you back in for a sloppy kiss. It was amazing to experience this with him. You were getting bolts of pleasure shooting through your body as the right amount of pressure would cause a satisfying rub to your clit. Harry’s pajama pants were thin, and so were your panties. He could feel how wet you were getting, how warm you were - and it was driving him mad. If you had put on shorts instead of a big t-shirt, he wouldn’t have been able to notice it and maybe he wouldn’t be this affected. He didn’t mind, in fact he was quite excited about it. Would anything come from it? He wasn’t sure and he was okay if it didn’t, but at least the grinding would be a nice sensation for you both.

“Harry, please.” You mumbled out as you pulled away from his mouth, your fingers digging into his neck on either side.

“What is it, darling?”

“Please, I.. I want.. you to touch me.” Your words were soft as you tried to catch your breath.

He licked his lips. “Like last time?”

You nodded quickly. “Mhm, please.”

“Okay, sure. I’d love to.”

A grin covered your lips as you met his stare. “Pretty please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, darling.” His wink made your heart skip a beat. “Wanna lay down?”

“Mhm.”

He bit down on his cheek as you climbed off his lap and crawled away from him. He followed you, allowing you to get situated how you wanted of course. You ended up laying all the way down, your head on the pillow until his arm slid underneath you. It was just like last time. He was as close as he could get, and you adored that.

“Eager, hm?” He said with a chuckle as you grabbed his wrist and brought it onto your stomach.

“Something like that.” You muttered back as you turned your head towards him.

“Do you want the cover on you?”

“No, it’s too hot.”

You pulled your t-shirt up, bunching the fabric together just below your boobs. You weren’t comfortable just yet with being completely exposed to him, and he was okay with that. As long as you were content, he was fine with whatever you decided on.

“Hmm, that tickles.” You let out a gentle laugh while he was rubbing his hand in a circle over your stomach.

“I could just look at your tummy and you’d get ticklish, hm?” He pressed his lips on your temple.

“Hey, um.. can.. can you do it more than once time?” Your sudden question made him smirk.

“As many times as you want, darling.”

He wasted no time. Hesitation would only make you feel more nervous, and he didn’t want that. You took a deep breath as his hand moved between your parted legs. You lifted a knee up, letting your leg rest against his as he gave you a few gentle pats. Each one made you jolt a little. He was watching your face closely, making sure you were liking what he was doing.

“Already excited, hm?” He asked with a teasing chuckle as his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your panties - you were soaking through just a bit.

“Please.” You whisper softly as your hand moves to his forearm. You wanted to feel him, hold on to him to convince yourself this was real.

He drew his hand away for a moment, just to sit it over your navel. “Remember what I told you last time?”

You nod lightly. “I’m in charge.”

“Exactly.” He shifted his head so he could kiss your lips for just a moment. You wished it had been for longer. “You’re the boss, got it?”

“Got it.”

He pecked your cheek before sliding his hand down again. His fingers hit the waistband of your underwear and you took a deep breath.

“Keeping these on?” He muttered as his finger hooked under the thin edge.

You pushed out the breath. “Yeah.. I.. I like seeing your hand in them.”

Harry’s eyebrows lifted and he gave a you a grin. “Oh, really? Someone’s a little dirty, hm?”

Your cheeks caught flames and you sunk your nails into his arm. “Harry, stop!”

He was amused by your embarrassed whine. “Don’t be shy, doll. Got a little dirty mind.. s’cute.”

The eye roll you gave him was partially playful. “Don’t be a butt right now.”

“M’not, darling. It’s just really.. hot to hear you say you like seeing my hand in your panties.”

You craned your neck to look up at him. His eyes were staring directly at you, of course, and it made your stomach churn with excitement. A smirk was toying on his lips.

“Please, m’gonna go crazy if you don’t start.”

He felt himself twitch, but he ignored it and tried to stay calm. This was about you and your pleasure, right now he didn’t care about himself. He quickly brought his fingers to his mouth and spit on them, which got your heart racing.

“Please.” You mumbled out again as he finally slipped his hand under the cotton fabric, your toes were already curling from the anticipation.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, darling.” He whispered to you while his fingers began exploring your small folds. As much as he wanted to see you bare, he was appreciating the feeling of every inch of you - every contour, every thin piece of skin, every single thing. “Fuck, and so wet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm, for you.” You uttered out through a whine, wishing he’d stop the teasing.

A moan fell past your lips as Harry began circling two fingers around your clit. He started off slow, but it didn’t stay that way for long. You grunted as he sped up, pressing down harder to give you the best feelings. His eyes were glued to your face as you squeezed your eyes shut and let out a continuous string of soft moans from your parted lips. He wanted to kiss them, wanted to make them red and swollen, but he was too focused on his movements. Besides, he adored watching you like this - the way your eyebrows knitted together, how your nose scrunched up, and how your teeth would bite down on your bottom lip. He admired every second of it.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah? Feel good, darling?”

Harry chuckled a little at your moan. Your legs were moving around, your face was almost in the crook of his neck. Thoughts were filling his mind of things he wanted to do to you one day. He thought about how pretty you look down there, and he hoped he could see it soon. There were ideas of how you tasted, how you felt inside - he even wondered what your breasts were like. He knew he’d love them no matter what, and he was patiently waiting for the day you’ll show him. He tried to stay focused, but it was difficult.

Your nails scratched down his arm until your hand was tightly squeezing his wrist. It wasn’t preventing him from moving though, he didn't let up one bit. Moans filled the room as he added a third finger to your clit, just to be sure he was giving you enough friction. And he definitely was.

“Oh, Harry, please!” You cried out as he was pulling you to the edge.

“Want you to cum for me, peach, okay? Cum all over my fingers.”

You gasped suddenly, a bolt of electricity shot through your body. The pleasure was intense and magical, it couldn’t get better than this. Harry gave you a little grunt as you reached up to his neck to grab a hold of him.

“Please, please, kiss me, Harry.” You begged in between moans.

He gladly obliged and let you pull him down to your lips. His tongue swept into your mouth, and immediately you were exploding inside. It was so, so close. Harry kept his speed consistent as his mouth moved with yours. There was nothing you wanted more than to melt into him.

“Oh, fuck.” You tore your mouth from his, but didn’t move it.

His forehead pushed on yours as you moaned his name again, making his chest tighten up. “Close, darling? Cum for me.”

“Harry!” You squealed the second you felt your nerves electrify - waves of pleasure rushing through. His filthy words were working.

Your lips were rubbing against the corner of his mouth as you struggled to get your words out. “Fuck, Harry, m’cumming. I’m- I’m cumming, Harry.”

As you fell apart, he kept his pace and rubbed through your orgasm. You were throbbing and tingling, the feeling was intense you were becoming numb. He eased up on you, coming to a stop as your thighs squeezed together. He leaned his head back just a little to get a better look at you. Of course it was a glorious sight - your eyes were hardly opened as you sucked in and pushed out quick breaths. Your lips were a little swollen, and a bit of drool had collected in the corner of your mouth. He decided to give you a peck, just so he could he lick it up. It made you giggle, but you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck.” You muttered when he pulled himself back up. “That’s.. amazing.”

“Yeah? Feel good?”

Your eyes moved to his and you gave him a gentle shake of your head. “Good? No.. incredible.”

His lips shaped to a smile, he was both proud of himself for making you feel nice and glad that you were this pleased. “Wanna go again?”

You let your thighs relax, but you quickly moved your hand to his - which was still in your panties. He laughed a little as your nails dug into his skin.

“Not yet.. need a bit.. to relax.”

After a few quiet moments, you brought your hand back up to your stomach and let it rest there. Harry’s hand was covering you entirely, but not pressing down hard enough to irritate your clit. He didn’t want to overdo it while you were recovering.

“Thank you.. so.. so much.” You said with a blushing smile as you finally regained some of your awareness and found his eyes.

“Don’t have to thank me.” He said back in a soft voice.

You didn’t respond, only because you were getting lost in his eyes. He was so handsome, and you felt incredibly lucky to be this close to him. Not only that, but you felt like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have him all to yourself. There was a part of you that was very anxious about everything. You could lose him at any point. Someone could run into him randomly at a store and he could fall in love.. You feared that. It would be devastating to lose him. But for now, you focused on the fact he was actually here with you. He was all yours, even if it is just for now.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked quietly, his brows softly furrowing as he watched your facial expression shift.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t believe you, but he chose not to pester you.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you pushed all those thoughts away and let other ones come to the front of your mind. Harry smiled as you suddenly became very flushed and nervous.

“Can.. um.. can you..” You thought you were brave enough, but you weren’t.

Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead. “What is it, peach? Hmm?”

You shrugged lightly, not wanting to say it anymore. There was no point in trying to avoid it, though, especially since you wanted to bring it up so bad. You wanted to try it again and hopefully succeed at it. Last time, you figured you were too overwhelmed by everything to even focus on it. But now, even though it was only the second time, you wanted to try it.

“Your finger.. can you.. put it in for just a little bit? Wanna try.. to take it this time.”

Harry made sure to smile sweetly when you looked back at him. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Promise, m’sure.”

He nodded gently, but didn’t say anything. You felt a lump begin to form in your throat. Did he not want to do it? Surely, you thought, he would be okay with that. Besides, he was the one who suggested it last time. Before you had time to worry too much, he finally spoke.

“Can.. can I ask you something first?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” The nervousness only got a bit worse.

Harry took a breath and glanced away from your eyes for a quick moment. You could tell he was also a bit unsure in the moment. You were worried that something bad would happen.

“Are you a virgin? I.. I don’t want to hurt you.” His words were soft, and his eyes were staring at you intensely again. He was worried, that was it.

“No.. just.. did it twice, though.” You told him, despite not wanting to admit to him that you had very little experience. That wasn’t his concern, though.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He furrowed his brows a bit, making sure you knew he was being serious.

“Okay, I will.”

“Are you ready?”

You figured you were calm enough to start again. He took your nod as a sign of permission. There was a new, much higher level of sensitivity present now. Harry’s middle finger was gently rubbing through you, collecting your wetness on his skin.

“Gonna go slow, okay?”’ He said in a mumble as he gently rubbed the tip of his finger around your opening.

“Okay.. I’ll be fine.” You told him with a smile, but he was still nervous about the possibility of harming you.

He carefully slid his finger inside of you, going as slow as he could. He was very attentive to everything - from the little grunts you let out to the natural clenching you were doing. The last thing he wanted was to go too fast.

“Oh.” You gasped as his knuckle suddenly hit you. You hadn’t realized he was all the way in.

“Are you okay?”

You curled your hand around his elbow. “Mhm.”

He wasn’t sure if you were being honest with him, but at the same time he didn’t want to upset you - so, he pulled his finger out halfway, then pushed it back in. You whimpered, but weren’t seeming to be in any major pain.

“Just gotta get used to it, yeah?” He said comfortingly, trying his best to be there for you in case you were becoming nervous. You were actually okay, for now. “Do you do this yourself?”

You shook your head softly. “Not.. not a lot.. and.. your finger’s.. bigger than mine.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I know.. Promise me it’s good?”

“Promise, Harry.”

Once he had done it a few times, and he realized you were really okay and comfortable, he started going a little faster. You moaned softly, turning your head so that it was against his neck. He hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten until your lips were brushing his skin.

“I’ll take good care of you, yeah?” He said with a low, rumbling voice that made your stomach bubble. “Make everything feel so good.”

“Yeah.. feels great, Harry.” You assured him with a quick kiss to his skin.

He kept on, making sure his finger wasn’t jabbing into you. His movements were easy, gentle, and purposeful - his intention was to make you feel good. That pleasure was his focus, and it seemed like he was doing a good job at it by the way you were reacting.

“Oh, Harry.” You muttered out, your voice barely audible.

He smiled to himself and carefully pushed his finger in. You grunted when he didn’t retract it, he was frozen. You opened your eyes and moved your head to find his face. He was watching you, chuckling as you let out a whine and pinched his skin.

“Do you want to try a second one?” He asked in a calming voice, a slight lift of his brow followed his words.

You didn’t hesitate, just gave him a quick nod. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against a second one. You held your breath as he toyed at your opening for a moment, before finally pushing them back in. The feeling was different than when you did two of your own fingers. You rarely did that anyways, so it was almost a foreign sensation altogether.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm, s’good.” You wanted to let out a moan but you didn’t. There was a small voice in your head that kept repeating: keep it together, don’t be too loud. You didn’t want to sound desperate, no matter how amazing it felt.

Harry was utterly amazed by how incredible you looked while taking his fingers like this. He was lost in his thoughts about the things he wanted to do with you, but he kept a piece of his attention locked on you. Your mind was practically spinning at this point, the pleasure was taking over.

You didn’t care how many fingers he had in or how fast he went, you were extremely sensitive and he was working to make that feeling even stronger. Your eyes rolled back as you felt a sudden wave ripple through your body. You snuck your hand into your panties, shoving beneath his to rub your clit. He bit down on his cheek as he watched you pleasure yourself. Within a few seconds, your thighs were shaking and your head was thrashing.

“Harry!” You squealed out as your fingers moved as quick as they could.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He uttered as your walls clenched around his fingers as hard as you could. It wasn’t something you could control in the moment, but he was eating it up.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You quickly grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away.

He obliged and took his hand out of your underwear. You were still holding onto his wrist, and as you moved his hand closer to you, the glistening of your release on his skin caught your eye. Something inside of you sparked, and it was the most glorious sight you’d ever seen.

“Look at that.. covered me.” He said with a soft chuckle, just as amazed as you were.

You swallowed, trying to calm yourself down but your chest was still rapidly lifting and falling. “It.. was.. insane.”

A smile grew on his lips and he leaned down to press a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You grunted, appreciating his care for you but wishing he wouldn’t ask that again. “No.. I love your fingers.”

“I already knew that, peach.” He shifted his eyes to his hand. “You’ve always had a thing for my hands, hm? Love holding them.. touching them.. love them in your panties.”

“Fuck.. please, don’t.. tease me right now.” You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

Part of your mind was still foggy and trying to recover from the intense sensations your body endured just moments ago. And you weren't sure if your newest thoughts were due to that haze, or if you were thinking about them before.. You pulled Harry’s hand closer to your face, which made him very intrigued. He watched you carefully, not sure what to expect.

Perhaps you were just amazed by the amount that gushed from you, or maybe you were just admiring his fingers. Like he said, you have always loved his hands. But there was something more interesting on your mind, something that he definitely wouldn’t have predicted.

“I want you.. to taste me.” You said with a bold confidence that you were even surprised by.

Harry’s eyes shot to yours, and he didn’t hesitate. Your hand slid down to his forearm, still gripping him, as he brought his fingers to his mouth. He stuck them in one at a time, sucking them clean of your release. His eyes were fixed on yours the entire time, never once did he tear them away. You felt butterflies swarming in your stomach as he finished, licking his lips clean, too.

There was a silence, and you were afraid maybe he didn’t like it. He lowered his hand, moving it onto your neck to shift your head. He smirked, clearly satisfied by his experience.

“Sweet like a peach.”

Courage and lust were battling for control as you swiftly sat up and began trying to climb on top of him. His hands grabbed your body as he moved himself up against the headboard and your fluffy pillows. Before either of you realized it, you were on top of his lap again. But this time you were starving for him. You sat aside your worries and all those thoughts that were clogging your mind and you just kissed him.

Time was lost. All you could focus on was his tongue sliding against yours and his hands roaming your body. You felt him in his underwear, how stiff and ready he was. There were no other ideas in your mind - nothing you wanted more than him. Harry pulled back from your kiss as you grind your crotch against him. He looked down to witness it, and he felt like he could explode. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you looked down, too. It was definitely a sight to see.. something you could have never imagined weeks ago.

“Baby.” His deep, warm voice made your heart melt.

You found his eyes and smiled as you saw how desperate he appeared. You moved your fingers into his hair, rubbing the back of his head as he pulled you forward.

“Can I see you?” He asked, lifting his brows.

You gulped quietly, trying to avoid any anxious feelings from building up. You parted your lips to speak, but no words came out. His big, heavy hands were under your shirt already, but as he moved them up your waist close to your breasts, you realized what he meant.

“Just.. just want to see you.” He said in a softer voice, almost like he regretted asking. “You’re so gorgeous.. everywhere.. I just know it.”

After staring at him for a few long moments, wondering why you were being so hesitant towards this, you finally gave him a nod. He happily smiled and started pulling your shirt over your head. When you felt the cool air hit your skin, you shivered and twisted your fingers in his hair. He grunted as you gave him a gentle tug. His eyes dropped down your body slowly, soaking up the new found territory.

“Am.. am I.. okay?” You asked through a whisper.

He lifted his head and gave you a gentle laugh. “Okay? Baby, you're perfect.”

You gasped as his lips began attacking your neck. He sucked marks and left kisses all over your skin as he moved down your neck, over your collarbones, and ending up on your breasts. His hand pressed into your back as he shoved his face into your boobs, spreading his affection as much as he could. Your head fell back and you moaned as his teeth bit into your delicate skin, and his lips wrapped around your nipple.

Harry was not expecting to feel your hand brushing over his crotch. He tore away from your boob and gave you a curious look. Even when you climbed on to his lap, he wasn’t sure if it would lead to anything. You had been taking things slow and he was okay with that.

“I want to see you.” You said with a giggle as you repeated his request.

He licked his lips and smirked back. “Go ahead.”

You put on a brave front and reached into his underwear. As your hand wrapped around him, you were taken aback by the size and the feeling. It was much different than you imagined it would be. It was heavier and bigger than you expected, but not dangerously big. You were somewhat confident.

“You’ve had sex..but have you..” His voice trailed off and when you looked up at him, he was looking down at the bed. He was shaking his head to himself.

“Given a blow job?” You said suddenly, making his gaze dart back to yours.

He dropped his brows, his eyes intensely watching yours. “Yeah.”

As much as you wanted to show him you weren’t a first timer, that you were capable of doing all those hot, sexy things with him.. you were out of your comfort zone and knowledge with this one. You thought back to your previous situations and how you weren’t willing to do it then. Maybe you were just more afraid back then, or maybe you thought those relationships would go further and eventually you’d get the chance to. You hadn’t realized your eyes fell from his until you blinked and saw you were looking at the pillow next to him.

“I.. I’ve never..” You muttered back, feeling like you just took a massive hit to your gut. Was this the stopping point?

Harry reached up and carefully placed his hand on your neck. Your gaze moved back to his face and he gave you a soft, comforting smile.

“You don’t have to.”

You huffed back. “But I want to.. can you tell me how? Tell me.. what you like?”

He pushed your body closer to his, igniting a kiss. You squeezed him, and that alone would have made him cum if he hadn’t drilled into his mind that he would be patient with you, and for you.

“Just.. do what you think I’d like.” He said as you slowed the kiss to a stop.

“What if I don’t do it right?”

He smiled, amused by your innocence but excited for your intentions. “Trust me.. you won’t mess up.”

“Okay.” You fought off the nerves and just moved around until you were sitting between his spread legs and your knees were digging into the mattress.

“Damn.” Harry groaned as he helped you pull himself out of his underwear. “You’re so hot.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully smiled. You were glad he was just as excited as you were, but there was an ounce of worry you were struggling with. Of course you knew what to do, but the issue was doing it right..

“There you go.” He mumbled as you started to pump his length.

Your eyes were locked on him. He was reacting well to your hand, especially as you gripped it and squeezed in different spots. You were familiar with this part, it was the next portion that was intimidating.

Harry kept his eyes on you as licked your thick lips and leaned down to his cock. Before he could process one more second, your lips were enveloped around him. You sucked on his tip for a few seconds before letting it pop out, then your tongue swiped up his entire length. He let out a heavy groan and let his head fall back. That told you enough - you were doing it right.

“Fuck, peach.” The way he moaned that silly, but very special, pet name made your heart start to race. “You.. are you sure you’ve.. never done this?”

You dug your nails into his thigh as you twirled your tongue around him. He was lost in the bliss, but he wanted to watch you. You could feel his stare, but it only made you more motivated to do a good job. There wasn’t much anxiety hanging around now, you were fine. You liked the way it felt to have your mouth full of him. There was no way this would be the last time you’d do this.

Harry was falling apart above you. Moans and grunts filled the air as he gripped the sheet with one hand. The other was combing through your hair, pushing it out of the way as you sucked him until your cheeks were hollow. Your face was flushed and your lips swollen. But it was a beautiful scene in his eyes. You scooted yourself back, allowing for easier access. He just watched in awe as you gave him your first blow job. He was sure nobody’s first one was as good as yours. It was unbelievable.

“There you go, fuck, babe.” Harry moaned out as you flicked your tongue over the slit in his tip.

He was starting to convince himself this wasn’t real. How could it be possible that you’re propped up on the bed with your mouth around his cock and your ass sticking in the air? He tried so hard to not come undone, not yet at least - it was too soon.

“Fuck, baby.. you gotta stop.” He grabbed your head and pulled you up. “M’gonna cum if you don’t.”

You pouted and tried to take him back in your mouth, but he didn’t let you. “I want you to.”

He was breathing heavily, trying to compose himself. “Right now or when.. we..”

As your eyes widened, his words came to a halt. He looked away from you for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Did you want to go all the way? He definitely knew he did, but he’d be fine if you chose not to. You let go of his cock and wiped your hand on your thigh. There was spit on your skin and all over your lips. You threw your leg over his and returned to your previous spot. Without speaking, you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. You didn’t kiss him, just leaned close enough so they touched.

“I want you, please.”

The sound he made resembled a growl. You squealed as he grabbed you by your waist and pushed you onto the bed. He was quick to climb over you, his lips sucking a line down your arm as his fingers toyed with your panties. Your fingers curved over his jaw as he bit down on your wrist just slightly, making you wince. He pressed a kiss over each of your fingertips before lowering himself between your legs.

He grabbed your knees and pushed your legs upward. You took a deep breath as you felt his lips press on your covered clit. He pecked a line of kisses down your panties, until he reached your butt. You held your hand over your breast as he sucked a mark onto your cheek, biting down again just enough to make your toes curl.

“Harry, please.” You breathlessly begged, your hand searching for his. You grabbed his wrist and held onto him.

He flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your panties, the pressure of his tongue made you tingle. You needed more of him, you needed to feel him.. He sat up on his knees and quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. You locked eyes as he slid them off your legs and threw them down. He pushed your knees apart and fell forward, his mouth meeting yours for a few seconds.

You grabbed his face with both hands, holding him still as you pushed your forehead on his. “I want this.. so bad.”

He chuckled softly, his lips curving to a smile. “I want this, too, peach.”

“Peach.” You muttered back, your heart melting in your chest.

“Always my little peach, aren’t you?” He whispered through his smile. “Gonna eat you up, peach.”

“Please.”

He kissed you again for a moment before grabbing the backs of your knees to hold your legs up. You nervously laughed as he stared down at your exposed body. He could hardly believe this was real. His stare burned holes through you while he examined the newfound flesh.

“Fuck..” He breathed out while sinking between your legs. “Your pussy’s perfect.”

You shuddered at his filthy comment, your eyes squeezing shut. He glanced up at you, pleased by the fact your fingers were squeezing your breast as you waited patiently for him.

“Soaked for me.. of course.” He smirked to himself as his tongue coated his lips. “M’gonna wreck your sweet pussy, baby.”

Instantly, your eyes fell to the back of your head. Each stroke of his tongue through your folds was taking your breath away. He went slow and delicate at first, in order to appreciate every inch of you.

“Oh, Harry.” You mumbled out as he poked his tongue in your hole, just teasing you a little, before returning to your clit.

He switched between twirling his tongue around your swollen nub and taking it into his mouth to suck on it. Each decision he made was creating waves of pleasure that rippled through your body, head to toe.

You weren’t even sure of the minutes at this point. His sucking and licking and slurping was all you could focus on - and it felt wondrous. It was like your wildest dream had really come true. It was hard to catch your breath. You feel each of his fingers digging into your legs where he held onto you.

His tongue was wide and greedy, not leaving a single spot untouched. He paid a lot of attention to your clit, but eventually began sticking his tongue inside of you. Your eyes were in the back of your head as you groaned and mumbled his name, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your brain was foggy again, this time it was more intense. As the chemicals flooded your brain, your body became weightless. The bed felt like a cloud and stars filled your eyes.

You had never felt this good before. Harry kept on, glancing up every couple seconds to make sure you were enjoying it. The bliss had taken over. He hummed as you blindly searched for his head, then your fingers twisted in his hair. The vibration sends a shock wave through your body. He didn’t want to stop until you had an orgasm, and he was very successful at giving you one.

“Harry, oh!” You squealed as your head thrashed on the pillow and your thighs shook around his head.

The moment your release filled his mouth, he moaned and started to slurp up the mess he made. You could barely feel him anymore, your nerves were shot. He looked up and saw how worn out you appeared, and it made him smirk. His mission was completed - well, somewhat.

He crawled up to be above you, his hungry eyes staring into yours. You wanted to suck his tongue down your throat, but you were so exhausted. You gently grabbed his face with either hand and pulled him down. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but his heart skipped a beat as you placed a few soft pecks on the corner of his mouth.

“Feel okay?” He asked softly while your lips played along his chin.

“Mhm.. amazing.”

He chuckled and carefully nudged your head with his, exposing your neck. He dipped down to press a kiss over your skin. You grunted, wanting to have him closer. You moved your hands to his waist and tried to drag him down. He melted at your touch and let you have control.

“Thank you.” You whispered next to his ear, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to comprehend how any of this was real.

“You’re welcome, peach.”

You moved your hand to his back and gently pressed your nails into his warm skin. “Please.”

He furrowed his brows at your quiet request. “Please, what?”

A huff flew from your lips and it made him smile. You were always a bit stubborn so he wasn’t surprised that you weren’t being straightforward with him. He leaned up, his eyes immediately finding yours. You didn’t have a lot of courage left, but you were trying so hard not to break eye contact. You wanted him more than anything, but you wished he could read your mind.

“Have to tell me what you want, darling.. so that I don’t do something you don’t want.” He explained after a few moments of silence.

You nodded, then closed your eyes. There was not any fear or anxiety, though. You just needed a moment to collect your thoughts and take a short break from all this. Everything you do with Harry is so intense and crazy, even if it’s not intimate. The last thing you wanted was to get suddenly overwhelmed and back out of it.

When your eyes opened, he noticed how soft they were. He licked his lips and lowered his brows, staring at you like he was trying to solve every little problem.

“What’s the matter?” He asked in a low voice.

You shook your head and gave him a smile. “Nothing.”

“Do you.. want to keep going?”

He gulped as he watched you suck in a deep breath. He wanted this as much as you did, perhaps even more. But he knew that this could easily disappear and you could change your mind. There would be no protest on his part, he aimed to always respect you. But right now.. he just wanted you to tell him what you wanted.

“Yes, please.”

Harry slid his hand down to your thigh and he carefully pushed it down so he could settle between your legs. You took in consistent steady breaths in order to stay calm. The weight of his body was comforting, the feeling of his lips pecking across your skin was causing goosebumps to appear. You were easily getting lost in that trance again, the pleasure was taking over your body.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Harry’s voice grabbed your attention and you snapped your eyes open.

He moved to his knees and grabbed his cock. You held your breath as his fingers slipped into you so easily. He moved them around, trying his best to prepare you for what was to come. You were still soaked, so he wasn’t worried about that. He knew it would probably be a little painful at first, but he hoped this would help. He spit in his hand and stroked himself to spread it. Your heart was racing as you watched.

Harry placed his tip at your entrance and bit down on his lip as he watched his head disappear inside of you. You gasped, your fingers twisting into the sheet as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Tell me when to move.” He mumbled.

His hand was rubbing the outside of your thigh as he waited patiently for your response. He didn’t want to rush this at all, and you had to absolutely be comfortable in order for him to go on. You took a few deep breaths and finally nodded to him.

“Go ahead.. please.”

He pushed himself further in, watching your face contort as he stretched you out. He was nervous and afraid to move too quickly. You reached out for him and he couldn’t help but smile. He fell forward, his body covering yours as he went further in. Your hands slipped onto his sides, gripping him tight as he lowered himself to his elbow.

“You okay, peach?”

“Mhm.” You hummed softly as his lips moved to yours for just a few seconds.

He carefully pulled himself out and pushed back in. You let out a grunt and it made him slow his pace.

“Baby.” He uttered quietly against your cheek.

“Keep going.”

He did as you requested, even though he was afraid he was hurting you. You didn’t tell him when you last did this, so he wasn’t sure if you were struggling to get comfortable. He tried not to think about it.

“Peach, is it too much?”

Every time he called you that, your heart melted and you felt like the only girl in the world. You reached up and grabbed his jaw, angling his head up so his eyes could see yours.

“Shh.. keep going.. a little faster.”

He smirked, then obliged. You couldn’t hold in your moans as he filled you up, satisfying a feeling you never knew you could have. Your thumb slipped into the corner of his mouth as he let out a groan.

“Fuck.” Your eyes were falling back as he sped up his movements. You never wanted him to stop.

One of his big hands was glued to your waist as he started to pound into you. The other pressed into the mattress for leverage. You were acting shy at first, hardly touching him, but that quickly faded away. Before you realized how intense it had become, you were scratching across his shoulders and squeezing him hard. Your body was reacting in uncontrollably ways. Every time your walls clenched around his cock, he would groan deep in his throat and buck himself even harder into you. The feelings were overwhelming your body and it was hard to resist the urge to come undone. You wanted to hold out for him, wait a bit longer so he could enjoy it, but you couldn’t hold it in.

“Harry, m’close.” You warned as your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back again.

“Yeah? So tight for me, baby.. gonna make me cum.”

He was hoping to last longer than this, but fucking you was like heaven. He was melting above you, every grunt and gasp for air was taking it out of him. He was ready to empty himself. And you, well, you were so lost in everything. You were sensitive from his previous services, so every thrust felt like a wave of pure pleasure. You weren’t sure of how long it had been going on, all you could feel was his hands on you and his cock sliding in and out.

“Fuck, fuck.” He grunted suddenly, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw.

You coiled your fingers around his wrist, holding on tight as he fucked himself deep, as far as he could go. Your stomach was rolling, your back arching up. He felt you moving beneath him and he knew you were close.

“Harry.. you’re so good.”

“Cum for me, baby girl.” His voice rumbled out.

You opened your eyes and quickly found his intense stare. “Please, please, can I cum, Harry?”

“Yeah, peach, all for me.” He grunted back, just as your pussy squeezed him tight again.

“I’m.. I’m about to.. to cum.” Your brows fell and you let out a beautiful moan, which only made him go faster and harder.

“Cum, baby.. cum all over me.”

Within a few seconds, your toes were curling and your thighs shook against his body. He was very close behind you. You held on as long as you possibly could and now it was finally rushing through you. Watching you cum from his cock was enough to make him erupt. He pulled himself out and emptied his cock on your stomach. You gasped and lifted your head to watch the last few ropes of cum spurt out. The feeling was interesting, and it was very warm on your skin. You gulped softly, hardly believing this was real. Harry grabbed his cock and wiped the end clean. You felt a wave of curiosity rush through you.

“I wanna taste.” You whispered while grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand up to your mouth. You moved so fast that he couldn’t stop you, even though he wouldn’t have anyways..

He grunted as you swiped your tongue over his skin, licking him clean of the drops he collected. All he could think about was the taste of your pussy and how tight it was, and how you closed your pretty lips around his cock and sucked him hard.. Everything that had happened tonight was flooding his mind, replaying in his thoughts and he knew that if he didn’t stop thinking about it, he would bust again.

You grabbed his attention by touching your fingers against his face. “Thank you.”

He laughed a little and shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“Was.. was it.. good?”

“You were incredible, darling.. so tight and wet.. I didn’t stand a chance.” He grinned.

As he relaxed his body onto yours, he felt his cum smearing on his stomach. It didn’t matter right now, he wanted to be close to you.

You looked over his handsome face, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and his lips were swollen. For a moment, you were so in awe of his features and what he just did to you, that you forgot about everything else. But as his green eyes closed and his lips pressed a sweet to yours, you remembered that he was your best friend.. and you just had sex with him.

[a/n: I looove writing this pairing. expect an update soon, but shorter than this one lol. but I am going to return to consistent updating! Life is insane but hopefully I won’t have any more curveballs thrown at me!]

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from the dining table. | h.s |

summary: the one where a husband and wife fix their marriage.

warnings: angst, some possible sensitive topics.

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 1772, they'll get longer dw :)

AUG. 2019

Manchester, England.

It was late at night when you heard the front door open and then close. “Baby, I’m home!” You heard your husband call out from downstairs.

“Up here in the bathroom, my love!” You called out to him.

Harry walked into the master bathroom and you set your toothbrush down and wiped your mouth on the towel that was hanging up. “Hi, lovie.” You hummed contently as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Hi.” He whispered back and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Missed you so much today.”

You smiled at him in the mirror. “I missed you too, wanna go to bed?”

JAN. 2022

Manchester, England.

You stare blankly at yourself in the mirror. No hands were wrapped around your waist, no chin on your shoulder, irking you to go to bed. The lighting in here is terrible, it makes your green undertones really show and your eyes look dull. You bend down to reach into the drawer to grab your curling iron and accidentally knock over his cologne. “Damn it.” Tears pierce your eyes as you stand back up with your curling iron.

You curl your hair into loose curls and finish getting ready. You grab your phone, keys, and purse from the dining table and head out the door and into your car. “It’s okay, todays the day you’re gonna start fixing your marriage.” You tell yourself in your rear view mirror before heading to the counselors office.

You arrive at the old building ‘Here To Help’ written on their sign with hearts and a stick family drawn on it. You take a deep breath before stepping out of your car. You look around the parking lot and don’t see His car parked anywhere. You fold your lips in and walk in the front door.

“Hello! Last name?” A cheerful lady at the front desk greets you.

You give her a half smile and lean on the counter in front of you. “Styles.”

The woman nods and hands you a clipboard with some paperwork attached to it and a pen. “Here you go, just fill this out and Dr. Melia will be out in just a few.”

“Great, thank you.” You sat down on one of the brown leather couches and started filling out the forms. It’s the normal stuff; phone number, social security numbers, address, etc.

Your leg bounced up and down as you kept glancing at the door waiting for him to come and when he finally did, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

“Hey,” He said as he approached you. “Sorry I’m late, the meeting went long.”

You nodded slowly and stood up to take the clipboard back up to the front desk. “It’s fine, I just finished filling out the paperwork.” You took it to the nice lady and then returned to your seat.

Dr. Melia walked out into the waiting room and looked down at her clipboard to read off your names. “Y/N and Harry Styles?” She called out and you both stood up. “Hi, I’m Dr. Melia.”

“Hello.” You both said in unison and smiled.

She started walking and you both followed her. “Right this way and I’ll take you to my office.”

You walk down the hallway and make your way to a small office containing a couch, desk, and chair across from the couch. “Have a seat anywhere you’d like.” She let you both go in first and you sat down on the large red velvet couch.

“Well it’s really nice to meet you both,” She sat down in the chair. “I’ll just reintroduce myself quick and then we can get started; I’m Charlotte Melia and I’ll be helping you both get through whatever troubles you’ve been having. Please never be afraid to open up about something, this is a judge free zone and please don’t interrupt each other. The point of these sessions is to grow and listen. Any questions before we start today?”

You shake your head and twist your engagement and wedding rings on your finger out of anxiety.

“I don’t think so.” Harry said and started bouncing his leg up and down.

Charlotte grabs her clipboard and looks over it quickly. “Alright, let’s get started then. Let’s just start off with you both introducing yourselves, tell me a little about yourselves and give me some background, ‘kay?” She looks at you both and nods her head. “Let’s start with you first, Mr. Styles.”

“I’m Harry, I’m uh, twenty-nine years old, and I’m a singer.” He sighs and glances over at you. “And I uh, blame myself for this situation.”

“I’m Y/N Styles, I’m twenty-six, I’m an actress,” You could feel Harry staring at you. “And I think we’re both to blame for this.”

Charlotte nodded slowly. “Alright well again, it’s wonderful to meet you both. Is there any specific reason why you’re here today?”

“You’re a marriage counselor and you’re asking why-” Harry started to say.

“Mr. Styles, what I mean is what lead you to come here?” She interrupted him.

“Well I suggested it a couple of weeks ago on the phone while Harry was finishing his last show before getting a break on tour.” You spoke up and weaved your hands together. “We uh, lost our baby to S.I.D.S a couple of months ago and it’s just been really hard for the both of us.” You felt a lump in the back of your throat.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.. You’re still living together, correct?” She asked and you both nodded. “Great, what’s it like at home? Any affection, or communication? What does a normal day at home look like? Let’s start with Y/N.”

“Well,” You sighed. “There really isn’t much communication, there’s a lot of tension. When it comes to affection, it’s a lot of fake sympathetic words, or venerous gestures. I’m not blaming him though, it’s me as well. Some days are just long and hard and usually end up with one of us sleeping in a different room than the other.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I just don’t feel as loved as I used to.”

She nodded. “You know, I see hundreds of couples and with all of them, losing a child really can tear a family apart.” She looked at your paper again. “You guys have been married for four years and together for six, there’s always a point in marriage where you’re past the honeymoon stage and past the ‘oh we’re going to grow old together’ stage, and to the stage where life really hits you and it’s not as easy as it seems. And I think you guys have been there for awhile.”

“I agree.” You comment. “But it’s worse, there’s no-no sympathy for each other.”

The room stays silent for a moment before Charlotte spoke up. “Mr. Styles, tell me about how you feel at home.”

“I agree with what she said but I feel like I’m being constantly judged by her and she can’t accept my work life. Both of us, we just… I don’t want her to leave me, it haunts me and I can’t lose her too. I’m willing to do anything to keep her in my life.”

“That’s totally understandable, Mr. Styles. I’m glad you’re willing to fix your marriage, it’s a good start,” She chuckled. “Not a lot of couples are willing to do that, I really appreciate it.”

You and Harry look at each other and you look down to your hands and then back to Charlotte. “Where do we start?”

“We’re going to start from square one. You’re both going to tell me how you met and be as precise as you can with your feelings.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Harry had beat you to it. “My point of view is much more interesting, lovie. Let me start?” He questioned and you nodded your head, a light smile appearing on your face.

“Let’s start with you then, Mr. Styles..”

OCT. 2015

You and your family were on a trip to the Bahamas, a place you’d always dreamed of going but never thought would happen because you didn’t have the most money growing up but since you started gaining more traction as an actress, the money started coming in and you wanted to do something for your family. 

You were at the beach with them, tanning when a very attractive young man and his four other friends sat their things next to yours and started messing around, getting sand all over you. "What the hell?" You said, taking off your sunglasses and looking at them.

"Woah, I'm so sorry, Miss. I swear I didn't see you laying there, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Harry rambled nervously.

"No.. it's fine." You sighed.

Ever since that interaction, you both saw each other more at the resort you were staying at and became a lot closer too and you two became inseparable.

"God, I really like her." Harry said one night to Niall. "She gave me her number.. Should I text her?"

"Mate.. Why would she give you her number if she didn't want you to text her?" Niall responded, raising a brow.

"Right.. You're right."

JAN. 2022

"Alright, Harry what were your first impressions of Y/N?" She questioned him.

"She was so perfect, and the sweetest thing ever," He shakes his head. "Definitely the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on. When I saw her I couldn't look away from her, just her energy, her walk, and um.. her sexiness was what started it. Even though the band was going through some stuff, yeah, she still enchanted me."

You looked at Harry and smiled slightly.

"Okay.. You can continue."

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OCT. 2015

"God, I really hope I'm not just making a fool out of myself." He whispered to himself as he approached you. "Hey, Y/N,"

"Hi, Harry."

"Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"Took you long enough."

And with that, you guys were married within a couple years.

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