#i love his dark floppy hair intense eyes and slightly unbuttoned shirt

[abeautifulrayofsunshine]

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[serendipityunho]

Lace Kisses

× genre: smut, fluff × pairing: softdom!Yunho x Reader (fem.) × word count: 2.7k × warnings: explicit language, fingering, grinding, oral, clit play, just vanilla bday sex

× synopsis: It was a birthday to remember with Yunho making you question whether you were in heaven or not thanks to him.

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It was only a matter of time before Yunho had pulled out all his yearly decorations for your birthday. You found it amusing how you never got sick and tired of his creased banners and floppy balloons you’d find stuck up onto the wall when you came home.

That’s if there was any at all.

Maybe your eyes haven’t adjusted yet, maybe they were still aching from being out in the sun. No balloons or banners were up on the wall. Just… a box… sitting on the bed.

Yunho was nowhere to be seen either. It was obviously him who had left this pink box on your shared bed, and the little envelope on top of it.

Your little gift I managed to buy when you weren’t looking. Try it on and god hope I bought the right size.

     - Yunho ;)

But where was he? Knowing him, he’s probably hiding in the bathroom.

The silky ribbon slipped out of its knot as you pulled it gently, freeing the lid from entrapment before you lifted it. A small gasp filled the empty room as your eyes landed on the most beautiful sight of intricate lace designs.

It wasn’t just any lingerie. It was the red ones you’ve been dying to buy ever since you laid eyes on them.

Of course you had to try them on instantly, lingerie like this wasn’t meant to be bought once and never be seen again. Your eyes twinkled at the smallest details, from the sheer fabric to the dark lace. The material hugged your body outstandingly, you were even tempted to take a few pictures just to gawk at later.

It was absolutely beautiful.

You didn’t want to tear your eyes off your body while modelling in front of the mirror, so captivated by how beautiful it made you look, how confident you felt. You didn’t expect to love it so much with your eyes scanning your front and back as you pivoted in front of your mirror.

So intrigued you didn’t hear the echoing footsteps growing louder up the stairs.

From the corner of your eye, a familiar face had appeared outside the door, standing there as there seems to be something in Yunho’s hands. A small smile carved on your lips as you turn to face him, showing off the pretty lace settled on your body.

“Wow,” The bouquet of red slowly lowered as Yunho stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. A strong hit of cologne immediately washed over you as he held you close to him “, it looks better than I imagined”.

Yunho’s eyes soften at the sight in front of him, burning an intense gaze over every inch of your body with a smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but grin, feeling a bit flustered as you try to gain a proper sentence in your head to blurt out.

“I picked it, of course it’s going to look good” You chuckle, pressing your body up against Yunho’s body to break his sharp gaze and slinging your arms over his neck.

“Not even a ‘thank you’? I see how it is” Yunho’s cockiness dripped like poison as he detached your arms from him, inching to the bed before sitting on the edge, leaning back to get another look locked onto your body. The bouquet of roses sat beside him, if you’re being honest, it made him look ten times sexier with his two buttons of his shirt down, legs slightly spread apart.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love. Thank you for this, you really didn’t have to,” You cooed, slowly crawling on top to straddle his lap with your arms slung over his neck “, are these for me?”.

Yunho holds the bouquet up to your face, letting you admire the bundle of roses before gliding a hand over your side, caressing the flesh of the back of your thigh. Roses with Yunho was such a concept you didn’t know you needed, almost medicinal.

“Who else would they be for?”

“You are so annoying” You land a playful smack on Yunho’s hard chest, running your hand up and down before sliding them to the back of his neck. He’d always find a way to make you giggle even in the most intimate moments.

“But you still love me” You settle the roses down, wrapping both your arms around his neck as Yunho gazes up at you with hooded eyes, hands completely enticed by the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Yes, unfortunately” You giggle against Yunho’s lips before locking them, moving them slowly as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip.

“Let’s see how much you’ll love me after this” You could almost moan from how low Yunho’s voice had dropped, peppering delicate soft kisses along your jawline as you hug his head close to your body.

His hands are roaming every inch of your backside, snapping the band of the lace panties against your skin, earning a small whine from you as his fingers dig deep into your waist, rocking you back and forth on his bulge underneath you. It were as if you were living on cloud nine with the way Yunho was smothering your chest in his loving kisses, sucking on the sensitive skin like it was a blank canvas for him to paint his purple blotches.

You almost feel embarrassed at the way you were probably staining his pants with your wetness through the pretty lingerie, but knowing him, he probably couldn’t care less. Neither of you could, especially not when his large hands were rocking you back and forth on his hardening member.

“Yunho, please” You breathed, throwing your head back as his lips suck another spot on your skin and hands rocking you against him harder.

“Patience, let me look at you like this just a little longer” He groaned against the top of your breasts, hands smoothing over to your front as they hook under the cups your red bra, pulling them down for a peek at your hardened nipples.

“Always teasing me, and for what?” Your hips haven’t stopped moving even when Yunho’s hands had stopped guiding you, it was as if they had a mind of their own, chasing after the addiction of dragging your throbbing clit up and down against his clothed aching dick.

“I just love seeing you in a mess for me” Yunho takes one breast in his mouth, slandering his tongue all over your nipple before sucking it harshly, coming back up for a slow kiss from your swollen lips.

“Well, I don’t feel like ruining these, they’re too pretty”

“Whatever you want, princess”

You felt relief after Yunho had flipped the two of you around, sending you laying on your back with your hands above your head and thighs rubbing together as he roughly loosens his tie. You couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation just seeing Yunho undress in the most sexiest way possible.

The way he slowly unbuttons his shirt had you gushing a pool down below, slowly spreading your legs to gain lustful eyes from Yunho. His smirk was enough to have you whining for me as his shirt falls onto the floor, belt unbuckling with his pants starting to hang low.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want you to stay like this forever,” Oh his hands, his hands were so calloused but you loved them when they touched you in the most sensual ways, running from your knees to the lining of your panties “, absolutely gorgeous”.

“Fuck me like you mean it then”

“You know I always do” Yunho’s thumb brushes over your clit covered by the thin red lace material, circling it gently as he lowers himself, kissing your inner thighs with your hand tugging at his hair and squirming your hips subtly yearning for more than just kisses.

The hot breath fanning across your skin was about to have your head exploding as Yunho kisses right above your clit, fingers hooking under the waistband, slowly pulling down the red material before running his tongue up your slit. It still wasn’t enough, making your face scrunch in complete despair as a pout forms.

“I’ve never seen you so needy in my life, princess”

“This isn’t fair, it’s my birthday, I’m the one who’s supposed to be having fun- ohmygod fuck” Your back arches off the mattress as Yunho flattens his tongue against your sopping wet cunt, pressing down on your clit with his thumb before circling it around slowly.

Your eyes roll back as Yunho’s lips stick themselves onto your pussy, tongue lapping at your folds and eyes piercing deep into yours from below. Your staggering breaths became louder as his painfully slow circles on your clit didn’t take you anywhere, as if you stayed in one place not bothering to run after a high.

But you both know he was just having his fun in teasing you like always, that’s just who he was. You could almost call him sadistic for wanting to see you at your whiny worst.

“I want to stay like this for hours,” Yunho removes his thumb from your clit, swiftly hooking both of his arms under your legs as his nose digs into your clit, making you squirm with each time he moves his head “, eat you out until you’re crying for me to just fuck you already”.

“Oh god, fuck, please no. You know how that turned out last time” You were literally begging him to drill you into the mattress. Crying.

Yunho smirked against your folds, tongue flicking up and down as he watched you with satisfaction in his eyes. Yunho’s always loved making you feel good, amazing.

You gasped as Yunho attaches his mouth onto your clit, sucking it with his tongue swirling around, making your toes curl as your thighs shut close on his head, hand tugging tightly on his hair as you feel a finger edge at your hole. It was impossible to control your moan when Yunho was groaning against your skin, sending vibrations through your body as you quiver with his long fingers sliding into you, starting off with one before inserting another, covering them in your sex as he pumped them smoothly.

It was such a perfect sight in front of you with Yunho’s shoulder muscles tensing and arm veins bulging from underneath his skin. Your legs were hooked over his broad shoulders, thighs squirming with each suction on your clit and fingers hooking deeper into you.

“M-More” Yunho’s fingers alone were good, too good, but you just couldn’t get enough of him.

“You’re such a spoilt princess” He groans, grazing his lips just above your skin as he raises himself to your lips, pushing his body between your legs as his hardened cock digs against your clit.

You just couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around his torso, bucking your hips up for the friction you craved, making Yunho groan deeply against your lips, tongue playing with yours as his hands caressed every inch of your sides. Both of your breathing had become heavier with each passing second making you impatient, craving for more intimacy.

The feeling of his throbbing tip edging at the entrance of your hole made you whine against his lips, biting down on his bottom lip as your hand traced down the outline of his abs before wrapping them around the base of his cock. A small hiss left his lips as you pumped slowly, pushing his body down further with your legs before having his length stretch you out so good.

“Oh fuck...“ Even till now, you could never get used to the overwhelming feeling of him in you. The way his hips hook with every thrust and the way his breath staggers against your skin was enough to send you to overdrive.

“Feel good, princess?” Yunho grumbled against your neck, rolling his hips smoothly against you with his hands snaking up your forearms to intwine his fingers with yours delicately. 

“So good, oh my god, yes” Each thrust was enough to have a string of moans roll off your tongue as Yunho heavily breathed down your neck, waves of hotness sending chills down your spine as his lips grazed your skin and hands holding yours tightly.

It was as if you were living in the clouds with Yunho’s sloppy thrusts slapping against you, nothing but lust pooling in every inch of your body as he hooked his hips at an angle, making you drag out a long moan. The feeling of complete pleasure blinded you as your eyes shut and head rolled back, exposing your neck further to Yunho.

“Right there, just like th- fuck, baby” Your jaw hangs abruptly as Yunho quickened his pace, grunting heavily against your skin before guiding his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss. 

“You like it like that? Hm?” The tease in his voice drips like poison, making you gasp as he grunted another thrust deeper with your legs wrapping around his torso.

“Yes- ohmygod, please, more” Your hands retract from above your head, gripping onto Yunho’s hair tightly as he buries his face against your chest before taking a breast into his mouth with a groan.

None of it felt real but fuck! Yunho was just driving his cock deeper and deeper, making your clit rub against his crotch everytime. It was eye-rolling to say the least, with sparks of pleasure shooting through your body sending you closer to a feeling of complete lust.

Yunho’s groans grew louder as he quickened his thrusts, completely lost in chasing his own high as his arms swiftly snake under your waist and hugging you closer to his body. You could just feel yourself slowly clenching tighter around his length as your back arched, gripping his hair tighter and moans escaping with the bare minimum of sounds.

“Oh god- fuck!” You cried, barely breathing as Yunho fastened his thrusts, kissing your chest before slamming his lips against yours with a soft moan.

“I’m so close- fuck, so close” You could definitely hear the sound of sloppy thrusts by now, with Yunho driving your hips down into the mattress and bed shifting with his movements. 

Your tongue lapped at Yunho’s as you pulled him down for another kiss, slow and wet as the two of you shared lewd moans against each other’s lips. Just one thrust was enough to have you whimpering, lips parting as your brows furrow, eyes hooded as you gazed at Yunho with desperation. 

“Yesyesyes holy- nnmphhfuck” Yunho slithered his arms out from under your waist, holding your hips down against the mattress as he stood on his knees and thrusted quicker. It was as if you were going crazy just swinging your arms up to grab the headboard as your back arched further off the mattress.

It was only a matter of seconds before your sensitive walls had enough. Clenching tighter around Yunho’s cock, your legs start quivering as Yunho’s fingers dig into your hips, making you hiss as his face scrunches in pleasure before throwing his head back.

His hips moved like crazy, rapid speed as he sent your breasts bouncing quickly. Each thrust led you to believe you were in heaven, lust completely blurring the frame of your vision as you struggle to keep your eyes opened.

“Oh my goddd- Fuck!” A high-pitched moan fell from your lips as a shot of toe-curling pleasure floods your body with Yunho’s hips snapping quicker, making you gasp rapidly for air and walls convulsing uncontrollably around his cock as he continued to thrust, getting sloppier each second.

“I need you to cum for me, please, Yunho- fuck please cum for me ohmygod” You couldn’t even comprehend the sound that had come out of his mouth when a pooling warm spurt shoots inside you, making Yunho’s jaw hang and panting as if he was out of breath.

It didn’t take long for him to quickly lean down, cupping one side of your face with his large hand and lapping up a mouthful kiss on your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before resting his forehead against yours. Even the slightest hip movement from him had you twitching underneath his body, earning a smirk from Yunho as he caressed your thigh with his other hand.

“You have no idea…” He started, voice ever so soft.

“No idea what?”

“How much I love you”

“I love you too”

“Happy birthday, princess”

-

Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho     All Rights Reserved

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chapter four: performances, running through the dead of night, and more cuddles

{ hey friends!! it’s athena. i’m sorry i didn’t post last week, but i was just so slammed that it completely slipped my mind. i hope you enjoy this chapter, the plot is going to pick up a little after this, and i’m sorry if it seems a little slow but i promise there’s gonna be all sorts of angst and drama and secrets and all SORTS of crazy stuff that’s gonna give you all the feels. thank u for reading, i loaf u }

“What if they don’t like the way I sing it live?”

Y/N paced back and forth vigorously in her dressing room, hands fidgeting wildly as she pulled her lips between her teeth harshly. She was set to perform her single from the previous month on The Late Late Show, and while she’d performed a good handful of shows and completed her own small tour, she had never performed knowing Harry was there, and Harry was watching.  

“Well then,” Harry mused, “I think their ears might not be fully functioning, right, love?” She tutted at him, shooting him a small smile as she glanced back at him sitting on the couch, legs spread carelessly and floppy hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. He was wearing light wash jeans and black vans, with a white t-shirt under an open floral button up.

“I’m serious, Harry,” she whined, fiddling her fingers aggressively as she stopped her pacing in front of the mirror vanity in the room, staring herself down worriedly. She leaned against it with both of her hands, hanging her head down defeatedly and sighing as she closed her eyes.

“M’serious, too, baby,” he replied, low voice right next to Y/N’s ear. She startled a bit as she felt his arms encircle her waist, but she opened her eyes and straightened up so she could lean back into him, reveling in his comfort. “Yeh so bloody talented, an’ yeh song is amazing. No matter wha’ happens out there, yeh know m’always going to be rooting for yeh.”

Y/N sighed once more, leaning back against Harry’s broad chest and lolling her head back to look up at him. He looked down at her adoringly before ducking his head down to brush his nose against hers, which turned into him pressing his lips softly to her mouth. Y/N slackened in his grip, pulling away with a big grin as she giddily smiled at him, reaching up to steady herself by grabbing his arm.

“Better stop that,” she warned, “Otherwise we’re not going to be leaving this room for awhile.” Harry smiled at her, rubbing his nose against hers again.

“Would tha’ really be a bad thing?” He tried to chase her lips with his as she pulled away from him, holding him at arm’s length so she could look at him in the eyes. His dimple was prominent as he sulked for her kisses.

“After the performance, how about?” She reasoned with him, to which he responded with a dramatic groan, flopping his hand to his forehead and throwing his head back.

“Be a big boy and wait,” she scolded, poking his arm with her finger, to which he grabbed and brought up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it.

“Can’t,” he pouted, “Not when yeh look so fuckin’ gorgeous. Who gave yeh the right?” She rolled her eyes, but she could feel her face heat up a bit at his accolades. Y/N’s song, Flower, was incredibly raunchy and charged, but her outfit was a different story. She thought it added to the dynamic of it.  

She was wearing a baby pink long sleeve that was tied in the middle at the bottom and was unbuttoned a fair amount, showing off quite a bit of what Harry was going to indulge himself in later. She wore a black skirt that stopped a little above her mid-thigh, and the look was completed with fishnet tights and clunky combat boots that looked as if they were made for stomping.

“Look so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Harry breathed, advancing one step so she was pressed up between the vanity and his body. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Harry’s hands sear her neck as he situated them there to make her look up at him, only to make their way down toward her thighs. His gaze was almost too intense for her, but she stared unblinkingly back at him. He began to lower his mouth down to hers once more.

“Y/N!” A loud knock on her dressing room made Harry jump nearly nine feet in the air as he quickly broke apart from her and scurried into the dressing room closet. It was Celeste, probably giving Y/N a time update on her performance. Although Y/N and Harry had been inseparable since their first date, the only people who really knew were Andrew, Hannah, and Niall. They wanted to keep it that way, so that what they were trying to do together wouldn’t be ruined by anyone before it was even started.

“Yes?” Y/N called back weakly, leaning back against the vanity in slight irritation and a good amount of worry.

“You’re on in five! Get out here, what’s taking so long?” Celeste pounded on the door once more before her footsteps trailed off down the hall. The dressing room closet creaked open slowly, revealing a very sheepish Harry. Y/N glanced at the clock above the dressing room door which revealed that she was, in fact, set to perform in five.

“Duty calls, bub,” Y/N said, opening her arms to him, “Gimme a good luck kiss. I’m going to need it.” He chuckled, walking toward her and enveloping her in his arms, swaying her back and forth lightly before pulling away and pressing his lips to hers fiercely.

“Yeh don’t need it, love, I promise yeh. I’ll be watching from in here, but m’going to have to leave as soon as yeh done so no one sees me. I’ll see yeh back at mine, right?”

Y/N nodded, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her blouse, which caused Harry’s eyes to dart downward and darken. She tutted and put a finger under his chin, causing him to look back up at her.

“Uh, uh, Mister. Eyes up here.” Harry giggled before kissing her once more, pulling away and prodding her toward the door with a light spank. She gasped, turning around and holding her bum.

“No time to chastise me,” he wheeled, “Go put on a show, love o’mine!”

...

Harry was in pain. Anyone would be, too, he thought, if they saw the way Y/N performed, especially the way she did tonight. He had sat in anticipation on the dressing room couch, biting the inside of his cheek excitedly as his knee jittered and he watched the show from the TV in the dressing room, James’ voice cheerfully announcing his girl.

The stage was completely dark as the soft guitar solo’s vibrato began and ended, and suddenly, Y/N stepped out of the shadows into the singular spotlight where the mic was positioned, grabbing quickly and clutching it to her body as she let out a lewd moan and breathy “yes” before sliding down the mic with her knees slightly parted while the rocking beat of the song came in.

Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head as he felt his breath leave him; he hadn’t watched any rehearsals, and he knew Flower was raunchy in nature, but he didn’t expect a performance so bold right off the bat.

Harry growled as he watched Y/N lick her teeth seductively before pressing her lips to the mic and beginning to belt out the words to the song that inspired their second night together. His jeans were too tight, and his body began to warm up as he watched Y/N strut, and dance, and sway deliciously.

A few times, she looked directly at the camera that catered to the view Harry saw on the dressing room TV, smirking and tossing her hair as if she just knew how much pain Harry was in waiting for her performance to be done.

Well, Harry thought, as his forehead began to bead with sweat and his lips began to sting from biting them so ferociously, she was going to know pain when he was done with her, too.

…

“Harry!” Y/N gasped in surprise as she was pinned up against the door of the dressing room by his body, hot and desperate. She’d walked down the hall, buzzing from the performance she’d just given. Harry had told her he was going to leave and meet her back at his home, but she was pleasantly surprised to see he was still there, even if he was gently rutting against her as he praised her performance.

“Thought you were going to go home, babe,” she asked, squeaking as he rolled his hips into hers harshly.

“Couldn’t.. I couldn’t...God, who taught yeh to be such a fuckin’ tease,” he whimpered, burying his face in her neck as he moved himself against her body. He was breathing hard, and Y/N was rendered speechless, because she’d never seen anyone so desperate for anything, ever.

“F-fuck, gonna,” he swore, swallowing harshly, “M’gonna cum in my pants like m’fuckin’ seventeen again, what’re yeh doing t’me, love, I-”

“Hey,” Y/N soothed, placing her hands on his heaving shoulders, causing him to pull back and look at her, eyes wild and lips bitten red, hair tousled and shirt crinkled, “Baby, calm down, come on. Come back to me, that’s it.” She gently ran her fingers along his cheeks as he closed his eyes and breathed her in deeply, relaxing a bit.

“M’sorry,” he apologized lowly, eyes fluttering open,”Yeh just looked so good out there, in front of all those people. The world was watching yeh, an’ just knowing tha’ m’the only one who gets yeh at the end of the day, knowing tha’ yeh mine, m’girl…” Harry trailed off, peering at her worriedly, because ever since that night they’d run into Daniel, they hadn’t talked about their relationship much. Pet names and cuddles were always a part of the agenda, but there was no substantial talk of how either of them were progressing in their emotions, and Harry hadn’t wanted to scare her.

Before he could apologize again, Y/N kissed him softly, laughing against his lips before whispering, “I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I really like the sound of me being your girl.” Harry’s eyes lit up and his lips parted in a brilliant smile, giggles bubbling from inside him out into the air.

“Yeah? Yeh wanna be m’girl?” He nuzzled his nose against hers, grinning when she scrunched her nose cutely and said his name.

“I’ve always been your girl, Harry.”

They stood together for what seemed like ages, even if it was only mere seconds, before Harry piped up questioningly, “S’this mean we’re… tha’ we can be serious?”

Y/N shifted from foot to foot before humming in affirmation, carding her fingers through his hair. “Would it be okay if we kept us a secret, still?”

Harry smiled in relief as he pressed his lips to her forehead. In all his life, privacy was a point of contention between anyone he had ever dated or wanted to date. They just didn’t get it. They wanted to be public with him, but that wasn’t something he was willing to risk, so it would never work out. He should have known (and he was endlessly thankful) that Y/N would be different, and would be on the same page as him.

“F’course, love. Anythin’ for m’girl.” He smiled as he said it, and he could physically feel her swoon. Another loud knock interrupted the moment once more, and Harry practically flew into the dressing room closet, shutting it softly. Y/N was stunned; she’d never seen anyone move so quickly or silently in her life. It was funny.

“Y/N? There’s complications with the car. Brian can’t get through the fans that are crowding the street. It’ll be awhile until we can get you out of here safely.” It was Celeste, once again.

Harry opened the closet door, waving wildly at Y/N, mouthing “me, me, me” over and over again, as if she didn’t already get the message.

“Celeste,” Y/N called, “Tell Brian he can turn around. I’ll find my own way home.”

“What? Are you sure? Y/N-”

“I’m sure, Celeste. Please, don’t worry about me.”

…

“When you waved at me from the closet, I thought you meant we were going to take your car, go back to your place, maybe watch a movie and cuddle… I didn’t know we were going to run through the back alleys and hide every time we see a car light, like rats.”

Y/N was huffing, her performance outfit had been exchanged for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with some Vans. The summer wind was slowly changing into a fall breeze as the season prepared to shift. Harry was dragging her through the back alleyways of downtown LA. He had driven them in an incognito car to Downtown LA, only to park in a nondescript lot before pulling her out and taking off.

“M’hungry, love, an’ there’s only one place open right now tha’ I trust we could get a burger without being swarmed. We can watch a movie and cuddle after. M’not letting yeh out of m’sight.” He looked back at her, flashing her a bright smile, before repeating a little quieter, “M’not lettin’ my girl out of my sight.”

He tugged her down one more alleyway, where she squawked as she splashed into a random puddle, only to come out on a sidestreet that was dimly lit by two streetlights. A dilapidated burger joint had a flickering sign above the entrance, and Harry hurried them in.

“Laura,” he called, as soon as they burst in through the creaky door, “M’so hungry tha’ my stomach’s about to eat itself. Yeh got enough time left fo’ two more orders?”

Y/N peered around at the small shack, with two or three booths complete with cracked seats and a jukebox at each. The ordering counter was in front of a long grill and an ingredient and condiment bar, with rusty barstools situated at the counter. Harry led Y/N over and prompted her to sit. There was no one at the counter, until the backroom doors swung open and a middle-aged woman waltzed through, smiling warmly. She had medium-length, mouse brown hair that was pinned back sloppily in a black clips, and she wore jeans with a red t-shirt sporting the logo of what seemed to be a daycare.

“No, Harry,” she said airily as she fired up the grill, “I’m about to kick you out.”

Harry laughed, before pulling Y/N out from behind him. “Laura, this is-”

“The girl you keep talking about? Finally. I was wondering if I was ever going to meet her.”

Y/N looked quizzically at Harry, who bashfully looked at his feet.

“This one talks about you loads. He’s not normally here when he’s off other places, but when he’s in LA, he always makes sure to stop by a few times. I didn’t know he could actually talk that much. His mouth is normally used for eating my food, and belting out his lyrics. It was a little unnerving to hear him actually use it to talk, and even more unnerving was the fact it was about someone special.” Laura had put two burger patties on the grill, talking over the sizzle of the meat. She turned around while they cooked, leaning against the counter with her forearms and smiling at Y/N.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, offering her hand out timidly. Laura shook it, still smiling, and turned back to the grill to flip the burgers.

“I, uh,” Harry began, “I was at a party when I was like, eighteen, maybe? The boys and I had time off, an’  I’d gone to a party in Downtown, but I had an anxiety attack and jus’ ran. Ended up here, an’ met Laura. S’been like, one of my LA moms ever since. The route we ran together was the same route I’d taken to get here. Jus’ wanted to show yeh.” Y/N reached for Harry’s hand, squeezing it lightly and smiling softly at him. She mouthed “thank you” to him, before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. She wasn’t scared to; it seemed that Harry trusted Laura enough to bring her here and talk about her, so she figured they were in the clear to act like a couple.

“Poor thing was shivering and sweating, so I offered him a burger and he scarfed it down. I was pregnant with my first kid then, and the father had just run out on me earlier that night. Harry was a godsend, he just sat and talked to me. He’s about fifteen years younger than me, but it felt like he was light years older.” Laura served them their burgers, complete with fries that looked so good Y/N swore she saw a piece of heaven. “Milkshakes, anyone?”

“Mmmph mm mmnnp!” Harry choked out through a stuffed mouth, to which Laura rolled her eyes and handed him a napkin.

“Um… what did he even say?” Y/N laughed, chomping down on a few fries as she watched Harry struggle to swallow down his mouthful.

“Cookies and Creme, dear,” Laura replied, already turning to scoop ice cream for Harry’s drink.

“I’ll take one too, please,” Y/N decided, before sliding her eyes to Harry, who was shoveling food into his mouth as if he wasn’t going to have another chance. She was so… she had fallen so hard for him in such a short amount of time, and everyday she found out more about him that captivated her entire heart. He was so kind, and interesting, and sweet, and she couldn’t believe he was a real person. She couldn’t believe he was her person.

She couldn’t imagine a life without Harry anymore, and she hoped with all her heart she wouldn’t have to experience one.

“Yeh staring, love. S’not nice.” Harry had finally pushed down his burger and was working on his fries. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he tossed a fry into his maw.

“Is it a crime to stare at my boyfriend?”

“Well, when yeh put it like tha’, s’not bad at all.”

…

“Harry, I really, really like you.”

Y/N’s voice was muffled where she pressed her lips against Harry’s bare shoulder. They’d made it up the stairs into his bedroom, only for him to toss her on the bed and ravage her the way he’d wanted to after her performance. They were tangled up in the sheets, pressed together skin to skin, breathing in the beauty of being with each other.

“Yeh like an old man like me?” Harry was joking, but there was a bit of truth to his question. He was eight years older than her. He didn’t see it as a perpetual problem, but it did cross his mind every once in awhile.

“You aren’t old, Harry. You’re twenty-nine. But if you think you’re old, then yes, I do like an old man like you. Ew, that sounds weird.”

Their bodies shook with their giggles, and Harry encircled his other arm around his waist so she could be pressed against him completely with no escape.

“M’lucky to have such a talented, intelligent, beautiful, powerful, an’ strong girlfriend… Even if she made me wait for it.” Y/N gasped and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, which made him squawk and tap her nose with his pointer finger.

“Asshole, it’s been only a month. If that’s a long time, we’re going to have a few problems.”

“Wha’ problems?” He shifted so he could look down at her a bit more comfortably.

“Well, if a month was a long time to wait, I don’t know how we’re going to do this, ‘cause I plan on keeping you for a lot longer than a miniscule month.” Y/N mumbled, and began to turn her face into Harry’s shoulder so he couldn’t see her.

“Oi, yeh always do tha’. M’pretty girl’s always running from me. S’enough. I plan on letting yeh keep me for a lot longer than a month, ‘cause I want to do the same.”

Y/N turned her face back toward him, one eye still smushed into his shoulder cutely. Harry cooed and brushed his fingers against her face, causing her to keen.

“Really?”

“Silly girl. Gotta realize m’not going anywhere.”

{ @lovableah }