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Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!
(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)
#HEALED FIDDLEFORD HAS ME BOUNCING OFF THE FUCKING WALLS!!!!!!! GIVE THE MAN A BRIGHT HAPPY FUTURE!!! FUCK!!!!!#I don't know how i'm coming off right now#when i say that i've been super manic about them for the past week I really mean it#guys Idk but I think I might be fiddlestans number one fan#I liked this pairing before book of bill and after reading it it only solidified things#IT IS SO MUCH MORE THAN A CRACK SHIP TO ME!!!!!!!!#fiddlestan#gravity falls#anyway this is supposed to be them the next summer#stan is working the shack to tutor soos for tourist season#fiddleford has changed while the twins were on the stan o war#STAN DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL AT FIRST and they have a lot of shit to work through from their past before they can start making out dksjds#sketchbook#traditional art#pencil drawing#traditional drawing#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls fanart
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Sex Tutor
Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.
A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!
Word Count: 10k
Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink
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âYeah⊠that was good. I liked it.â
That wasnât the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didnât feel like enough
You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didnât. What you could do better next time⊠But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.
So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.
âWell, you know thereâs like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing⊠a sex tutor if you will. Letâs just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.â
âA tutor for blow jobs?â You scrunched your face and giggled.
âWell, blow jobs and everything else really. I donât know. He gets around and they say heâs very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think heâs like getting his masters in sexual health or something?â
You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, âOh my god I donât think so. That sounds crazy. Heâs probably some weird pervert or something.â
Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man youâd seen on campus a time or two.
âThatâs him?â Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.
âYup. Heâs not a weirdo either. I hear heâs super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.â
You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didnât know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.
And you definitely werenât going to reach out for a âsessionâ. That just felt silly. Though, you couldnât say you werenât intrigued by the idea, it just wasnât for you. Except that when Gunther didnât text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.
Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.
Hi! I heard you give special âtutoringâ sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if itâs okay.
You couldnât believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.
Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. Iâll ask you a few questions and then weâll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever youâre ready.
Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harryâs response.
Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.
You didnât know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he âtutoredâ. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.
Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.
You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.
Maudâs was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and thatâs just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.
You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.
He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like heâd just finished a âtutoringâ session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, âIâll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.â
You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what were you doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.
When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.
He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, âSo, Y/n. Itâs nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?â
Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.
You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.
âWow. Thatâs⊠Iâm impressed.â
He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, âThank you. Iâve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So letâs talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?â
Here it was. The moment youâd been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.
âWell, Iâm seeing this guy and,â you took a breath. It was embarrassing to say it so casually at a cafĂ© on campus of all places.
Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, âHey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. Iâm not going to pressure you to say it if you find itâs too uncomfortable but just know,â he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, âEverything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. Iâm not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, thatâs okay too. I want you to feel like youâre talking to a friend. Okay? Itâs up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.â
You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so â nice. He made you feel so at ease.
âThank you. Itâs weird. Yeah⊠but I think Iâm okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,â you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, âBetter at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?â
He nodded, âOkay. Have you ever given a blow job before?â
You nodded, âRecently. The guy didnât seem very enthusiastic about it so I didnât know if I did something wrong.â
He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, âI can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasnât vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?â
You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, âI donât know. Probably. Iâm sure Iâm overthinking it but I just wanted⊠like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.â
âDid the guy youâre seeing orgasm?â
You nodded again.
Harryâs grin softened, âThen you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.â
âBut I want to be better. Like⊠I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really⊠wellâŠâ you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, âI felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.â
He nodded and licked his lips and if you didnât know any better youâd say he was kind of checking you out. You werenât wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.
But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldnât mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldnât help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if youâd be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.
Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldnât help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didnât have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.
And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. Heâd like to get started right away, which normally heâd wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and invitingâŠ
You watched Harry shift in his chair and look around the cafĂ© before he looked back at you, âWhat are you doing right now? Like after this?â
âOh⊠nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. ButâŠâ you shook your head.
âWould you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.â
Was he� You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.
âItâs up to you. Iâm not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and Iâd like to kind of get a feel for what weâre working with. If you think youâre ready.â
You nodded, âOkay. I mean⊠yeah. So no roommates?â You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.
âNope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.â He didnât miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.
So that was that then. Youâd be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you werenât as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Styleâs apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.
Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.
âHere she is,â he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and heâd bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.
He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasnât anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.
When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people heâd had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, âI like all the plants,â you commented.
He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didnât want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.
âGonna sit with me? Iâm not gonna do anything if you donât want.â
You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didnât want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.
âEverything I said at Maudâs still stands. If you change your mind thatâs fine. Iâm not going to be mad.â
You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. âOkay.â You spoke in barely above a whisper.
Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, âIs this how you usually initiate?â
You raised your brows and shook your head, âWhat?â
âYou said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, Iâm not getting any signals that youâre interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but youâll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.â
âOh. Okay,â you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, âLike this?â
Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, âPerfect. Now at least it appears youâre not scared of me.â
âIâm not scared,â you quickly shook your head.
âI didnât think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.â
It made sense you guessed.
âI see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.â
He grinned, âSo tell me what normally happens when youâre with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.â
You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.
âWell, we were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about somethingââ
âBack up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?â
âOh, uhâŠâ you pursed your lips in thought. âWell, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didnât really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so⊠he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,â you shrugged. You didnât know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.
You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.
âAnd⊠he didnât return the favor? Like you didnât get anything?â
You shook your head, âI mean, I didnât ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.â
Harry frowned, âOkay. And did you hope heâd do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?â
Another shrug of your shoulders, âI mean⊠I didnât expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I donât know.â
âYou didnât expect it. But would you have liked it?â
Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, âI guess.â
âDid it turn you on?â
Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, âIt just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and weâd chat and maybe heâd have me stay longer and then⊠well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.â
Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, âAnd you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasnât worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.â
You let out a breath and laughed, âI know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured Iâd give him a pass.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky youâre still willing to give him another shot.â
âI guess I thought if I was better heâd want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.â
âIâm going to be honest, Y/n,â Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, âYouâre very cute and you probably wonât need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and Iâm ready to do whatever you want me to.â
It had been a surprise to hear that. You werenât sure what to do with that information but you couldnât help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.
âBut a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?â
Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, âThere we go. So pretty.â
You shook your head, âIâm sure you say that to everyone.â
Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, âNo. I donât. And I donât do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I donât tell them why but⊠Thereâs gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.â
You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.
âNow, even though weâre here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,â he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, âI donât like that he didnât offer to get you off too. Thatâs a big red flag in my book. I feel itâs important to give and to receive unless itâs explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought youâd get more. And that bothers me.â
âWell, heâs a nice guy. I think he just wasnât thinkingâŠâ
âHe wasnât thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesnât think about your needs, Iâd hope youâd end that relationship and seek someone whoâs willing to be less selfish with you.â
It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.
âI donât want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but thatâs just my take. Iâd never not offer to return the favor,â he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.
He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, âDo you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.â
You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.
 âSo, I can kiss you? Can we start there?â
You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, âYouâre a natural. See?â
Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harryâs face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.
It didnât take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate⊠not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.
For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like heâd pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadnât imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.
âDid he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?â
He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.
You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.
Harryâs eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, âI donât like him one bit. You deserve someone whoâs going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.â
He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.
Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which⊠it kind of was.
âGot me all hard already,â he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, âJust like that. Youâre already better than you think you are. Youâre driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?â
You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, âIâll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?â
Your eyes widened, âReally? I thought this was just forââ
âI have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you donât want that. Thatâs okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.â
âOkay,â your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, âIs it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think itâll feel less rushed.â
Obviously yes. You wouldnât dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.
The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.
Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, âYouâre doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. Iâm not here to make you do something you donât want. Okay?â
You nodded, âYeah. I know. I trust you.â
âGood. Just wanted to remind you is all. I donât want you to feel like you have to keep going even if Iâm enjoying it, which I have a feeling Iâm gonna like whatever you do to me.â
You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadnât even really gotten started yet.
Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, âCome here.â
You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, âCan we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?â
You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harryâs hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.
You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, âThere we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,â he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, âHow are you feeling?â
You put your palms on his shoulders, âGood. Feel good. And you?â
âIâm feeling great. Iâve got you here in my lap,â he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, âAnd I like you. I think thisâll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.â
You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, âI do feel at ease with you, Harry. Youâre really nice.â
âGood. Thatâs what I want to hear,â his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.
You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.
He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.
He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.
âYou can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever youâre more comfortable with.â
You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, âIâll do it. Do guys like that more?â
He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, âYeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she canât wait â the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldnât complain if you wanted me to do it myself.â
You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.
The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when youâd pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was⊠well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on Godâs green earth youâd be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.
âYou donât have to have it all in there. This isnât a porno. I donât need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as itâs nice and wet itâs gonna feel really good.â
You nodded. It was a relief that he wasnât expecting you to deepthroat that thing, âDo you like it when someone can take it all the way?â
Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, âWell⊠only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasnât into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.â
You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how youâd do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, âGo in however you want. Letâs see how you normally go about giving a blow job.â
âOkay. YeahâŠâ You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.
After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.
Harryâs fingers gently pushed at your chin, âIâd like you to do one thing for me, Y/nâŠâ your eyes shot up to his, âCan you keep your eyes on me, just like youâre doing right now?â
You pulled off and nodded, âYeah. Sorry.â
Harry tutted at you, âYou didnât do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.â
Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadnât been looking at him.
When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, âY/n⊠fuck⊠thatâs really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.â
The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.
The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.
And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasnât all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.
Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.
It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didnât always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didnât have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).
The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if heâd help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best⊠and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.
He wasnât trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a âsessionâ then so be it.
When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, âOh thatâs goodâŠâ He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.
Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.
âYouâre perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day Iâd have no complaints. Thatâs the work of someone whoâs into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,â he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.
âThank you,â you grinned shyly.
Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, âThereâs this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?â
You nodded.
âItâs called the perineum. This spot,â he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, âFeels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while youâre also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. Itâs also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, âcause maybe heâs taking too long,â he grinned.
He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harryâs brows narrowed and his lips parted, âLetâs do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?â
Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.
You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.
âFuck! YesâŠâ
You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.
You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.
He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, âY/n⊠yes⊠honey Iâm gonna come. Thatâs so good. Youâre so good for me⊠holy shit⊠where do you want me to come, huh?â
You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, âJust come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.â
He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job youâd ever given. And you werenât even receiving⊠the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.
You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.
When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.
And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didnât but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.
But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.
Harryâs moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, âSâgood. Fuck that was good.â He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.
He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, âCan we get this off?â
You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. Youâd heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite intoâŠ
You gulped when you felt Harryâs big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.
âSo pretty, Y/n,â he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.
A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasnât some kind of expert.
Harryâs bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.
âIâm gonna pull these down, okay?â
Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You werenât sure when youâd gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.
And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.
Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.
The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.
âY/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you donât like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and Iâm gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.â
Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.
When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, âTastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?â
He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, âYeah. Okay. If you want.â
He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.
You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.
Youâd had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you werenât sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work⊠well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.
He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which⊠that had you on edge already.
When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.
You couldnât help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, âOh god, HarryâŠâ
But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldnât get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.
When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, thatâs absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You werenât sure youâd ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.
âFuck, thatâs good⊠holy shit, HarryâŠâ
He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didnât like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.
He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.
The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.
Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly⊠he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.
You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.
âOh⊠gonna co⊠oh fuck, gonna comeâŠâ you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.
You didnât realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didnât deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.
If he didnât have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew youâd like to hear.
He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, âSo fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/nâŠâ He spoke between kisses.
âDid that all for me? Yeah?â
You couldnât answer him. Not in that moment. Youâd just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.
âYou are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?â He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.
Harry didnât rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.
âFeel okay?â
You nodded and smiled, âReally good.â
âStay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.â Harry wasnât sure why he asked you that. While he didnât usually rush anyone out, he didnât typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped youâd stick around a bit longer.
You sat up, âOh. Thatâs really nice of you. But⊠maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.â
Youâd have loved to stay for dinner but you also didnât want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long youâd probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.
âOf course. Just thought Iâd ask.â
There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasnât offended that you didnât want to stay. Heâd had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.
Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didnât even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didnât even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didnât really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didnât even get anything out of it.
Youâd be wary of Gunther. Youâd give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you werenât going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.
When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, âDrink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?â He looked down at his phone as he asked.
âOh⊠uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.â
He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, âUber will be here for you in three minutes. Iâll walk you down, okay?â
âWait. You didnât have to do that! Um⊠I can walk or get an Uber myself itâsââ
He shook his head and grinned, âI know I didnât have to but itâs getting late. Donât want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,â he laughed.
You pointed at him, âFine. But Iâm gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?â
âNot necessary. Now come on,â he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, âLetâs go downstairs and wait forâŠâ he looked at his phone, âRebecca in a white Trail Blazer.â
PART 2
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Yea I was having terminal sanuso brainrot so I had to do something about it (completely separate matter from stardew sanuso). They're watching the ship together while everyone else is off adventuring <3
#one piece#op fanart#usopp#sanji#sanuso#the reason why usopp isnt regailing his usual captain usopp story is because A) he wants 2 shake things up a bit#and also B) hes actually just talking about how he tutored the usopp pirates for a bit XD#they're sharin childhood stories to pass the time
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Therapy needed
Danny needed therapy, that was pretty obvious. After the whole "my future self killed everyone because my family died" thing it became pretty obvious that he needed to acknowledge his traumas and deal with them properly before another Dan happened or his emotions just exploded. The fact that his parents wanted to kill him and no one would acknowledge his death was making things worse.
So he asked his sister for help, but Jazz being annoyingly responsible commented that he couldn't become her patient, something about how personal feelings could cloud her judgment and family can't give each other therapy. Danny thought it was a bit hypocritical considering she used him as a lab rat with her psychology books but decided not to say anything.
The fact that Jazz could not be his therapist made everything 10 times more complicated. First of all because Danny had a trauma with psychologists (and wasn't that ironic? He blamed Spectra for that), and secondly that no one would believe his whole life story or keep it a secret. It was unfortunate that the Yetis were general health doctors and not mental health doctors because that would have solved his problem.
Just as he was about to give up and continue to treat his traumas as a recurring joke, Jazz introduced him to someone. Her name was Harleen Frances Quinzel and she was completely crazy, but according to Jazz she was excellent at her job. Danny had his doubts but in the end he agreed to have an appointment with her.
Strangely, Harley Quinn lived up to his sister's expectations, not being upset when Danny asked to change the decor of the place (Spectra had done a number on his head, common offices became uncomfortable for him), nor when Danny almost froze her by accident. Harley was patient, attentive and considered all his suggestions, accepting or denying as needed. Danny liked it.
The only complaint the halfa had were about the stalkers on the roof who were always watching him on his way to and from Harley's house, it was getting very annoying. One of them panicked when Danny came out crying - couldn't a ghost face his traumas in peace!?
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sunshine girl (tutor!harry)
synopsis: y/n struggles to concentrate and harry offers to help
word count: 6.6k
contains: reader has adhd, fluff, mentions of mental health, brief mention of medication, shy harry
a/n: i haven't written a soft girl sunday concept in a while and this was requested on wattpad quite some time ago. I personally do not have adhd but I've tried my best to research as much as i could in order to write this. if there's anything wrong or anything i need to change, pls let me know as I'm completely open to understanding and learning more !!!!! <333
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Harryâs eyes darted to the seat next to his as the professor stood in front of the class to begin the lecture. His notebook was open, his pen in hand already prepared to take notes on the current book they were studying for their literature class. He chewed the inside of his cheek, his left foot adorned by a high-top, black Converse shoe tapping against the floor.Â
His ears pricked when the door clicked open and his sunshine girl walked into the room, bringing the light in with her. âHi,â Y/N blushed, bowing her head down in hopes it would divert peopleâs attention back to the professor and not to her tardiness, âSorry Iâm late,âÂ
The professor didnât seem surprised but was no more impressed by her lateness. He shook his head and returned to his place in the presentation.
Harry stiffened as she slid into the seat beside him, catching the sweet smell of her perfume. It smelt exactly like the cinnamon latte he had that morning and the salted caramel ice cream he ate after dinner last night. All the sweet things he came across reminded him of her.Â
Her baby pink ballet flat accidentally hit against the tip of his beaten, old Converse. He inhaled, sensing her attention on him and finally looking at her face. âHi Harry,â She whispered, smiling. Her cheeks were still pink from how flustered she was walking into class. Her hair was in a messy braid, secured with a silk scrunchie on the end and she looked so cosy in the pink, knitted sweater and blue jeans she had decided to wear.Â
âHey,â Harry replied. He wouldnât often find himself replying to people in class - not that he spoke to many people anyway - but heâd always respond to Y/N, always.Â
Y/N grinned, pulling out her notebooks from her backpack and placing them on the desk. The corner of Harryâs lips tugged upwards when he saw each of her notebooks labelled in pink sharpie pen with the names of her classes scribbled across them.Â
âOh no,â She huffed, âI left my literature notebook on my desk,âÂ
Before she could even ask, Harry was already scrambling to tear out a few pages from the back of his notebook. âHere,â Harry offers, sliding the paper to the side.
âThanks Harry,â Y/N beamed, taking out her pen which had a little charm dangling on the end and began to write the date in the top corner like she always did at the start of a new lesson.Â
Throughout the lecture, Harry remained wholly focused on the professor who began to go through Act 2 of Shakespeare's âA Midsummer Nightâs Dreamâ. Literature had always been his favourite class not only because he got to sit next to Y/N but also because he loved to read. It was all he ever did whenever he had a moment spare, a book was never out of reach wherever he was.Â
Speaking of Y/N, Harry glanced across to see if sheâd taken any notes during the lecture. He looked down at her piece of paper only to find her scribbling doodles along the lines and edges of the page he had given her. He wasnât surprised, Y/N always seemed to lose interest midway through the lecture, but he was concerned especially since they were so close to exams.Â
âUm, Y/N?â Harry whispered, her head darting in his direction, âDo you want to copy my notes?â
She frowned, looking down at her piece of paper and then over at his notebook where he had filled up three pages with writing. âOops,â She murmured, âI must have drifted off,âÂ
âS okay,â Harry assured, âYâ can take pictures of my notes if yâ want after class,âÂ
âAre you sure?â Harry could sense her frustration from the dip between her brow, âIâll take notes for the rest of the lecture.â
Harry nodded, turning his attention back to the professor, hearing Y/Nâs pen scribbling against the desk as she vigorously took notes. Which lasted all of fifteen minutes.Â
When the lecture finished, Harry caught Y/N gazing out the window, her attention fixed on the clouds drifting across the bright, blue sky. âYou can collect your assignments on the way out,â The professor dismissed the class, chairs scraping against the floor as everyone made their way for the door.
âUm, Y/N?â Harry tapped her shoulder.Â
âHm?â She spun around, her big, pretty eyes looking right up at him.
Harry motioned to the front of the class where the students had emptied out, âThe class is over,â
Y/Nâs eyes darted around the room. She straightened her shoulders when she realised they were the last two people in the room like she had just snapped out of a daze, âOh, already?â
Harry didnât want to tell her that the class was two hours long so he just nodded. He waited patiently, even though he had another class to attend, not wanting to leave her behind. Y/N rushed to pack her things away, scrunching the paper he had given her which was covered in doodles and a few sentences as she tried to stuff into her backpack.Â
On the way out, they both collected the assignments they had handed in before the weekend. Harry sighed in relief to see the big 95 written in red ink on his paper. He wasnât one to struggle often with the literature homework but this one had been particularly challenging.Â
âOh no,â A tiny whimper escaped her lips as she held the paper in her hands.
Harryâs eyes looked down to see the 60 circled in the top corner of her paper. âHow could this happen?âÂ
âI-itâs okay Y/N,â He was terrible at comforting people, âA 70 is good, you still passed.â
âBarely,â Y/N whined, creasing the edges of the paper from how hard she was gripping onto it. âWhat am I going to do? I canât seem to focus at all during the lesson, maybe itâs Newton being so boring but everything seems to go through one ear and out the other.âÂ
Harry watched her flail her arms as she explained how much she struggled in all her classes, especially literature. He had noticed how sheâd often drift off somewhere in her own head whenever they had a presentation or how sheâd forget things or turn up late because she was wandering off somewhere or getting completely distracted.Â
Despite the little time he had on his timetable, Harry piped up, âI can tutor you, i-if youâd like I mean.âÂ
Y/N paused, âReally? Youâd do that?â
He nodded, âYeah, I have a free afternoon on Wednesdays.â It was his only free afternoon throughout the whole week. Harry always looked forward to his afternoons off on a Wednesday which he dedicated solely to spending time doing things he enjoyed or relaxing.Â
âAre you sure? You must be so busy already with all your other classes and clubs,â His cheeks warmed, wondering how she knew he had very little time and whether it meant she watched him as much as he paid attention to her.Â
âO-of course, I really donât mind.â Which was the truth.
Harry had been secretly crushing on Y/N ever since she had stumbled into their literature classroom on the first day of University. She was like a fresh breeze that cooled the last bit of summer humidity as she walked straight over to the seat beside him in the lecture hall and introduced herself to him. He didnât know how all of a sudden heâd find himself all flustered whenever he was in her vicinity but for someone who wasnât really a âpeople personâ, he enjoyed her company very much.Â
âI canât say itâll be easy,â Y/N murmured, looking down at her shoes in what felt like shame or embarrassment.
âYou canât be that bad,â Harry joked but she just smiled awkwardly.Â
âI have ADHD,â She admitted like it was something to be ashamed of, âI-Iâve had it since I was little. Itâs why I often find myself drifting off or forgetting things. I just canât seem to focus on one thing. It's like my brain is constantly overlapping words and sentences and pictures and moments and I canât organise them into their separate spaces.â
Harryâs face softened. Heâd known people with ADHD before. A boy in his class back in high school who was constantly disrupting the class and was taken out of class whenever the teacher didnât have the knowledge to know how to deal with it. âIâm good at literature Harry, really I am. I just struggle to show it. I started the essay the night it was set but then I lost track of time and I didnât pick it up again until yesterday.â
âY/N,â Harry said, âItâs okay, you donât have to explain yourself to me. âS not a bad thing, itâs just something yâ have to learn to deal with.âÂ
Y/N felt at ease at his words of comfort, a small smile curving on her lips, âAre you sure you still want to tutor me? Itâs okay if not, I know I can be a little difficult but I promise Iâll try and remember everything and turn up on time and I wonât interrupt you when you speak or go off topic because I know I do that a lot. In fact, one time I was having a conversation with my roommate Lila and we were talking about what pizza toppings we preferred and I somehow ended up talking about womenâs rights.âÂ
Harry grinned at her rambling, âI still want to tutor you, Y/N. We can start tomorrow? Is that okay?â
She nods, âThat sounds good. Thank you, Harry. I canât tell you how much this means to me.â
âOkay,â He nods his head once, âIâll see you tomorrow?â
âO-Okay! Tomorrow,â She beams, âOh! And do you want my phone number? Just in case,â
Harryâs lips parted, pausing for a moment to take in what she had just said, âS-sure, yeah sure,â He stumbled to grab his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. His fingers brushed against her soft hands as he passed the phone to her so she could type in her number, he watched as she put a pink heart next to her name.Â
âOkay, Iâve got to go but Iâll text you later!â She grins and rushes to get to her next class.
Harry stands in the same spot for a moment, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his phone screen. He looks down at her name almost in disbelief that he actually had her phone number. He then notices the time and curses aloud, realising heâs fifteen minutes late to his next class.Â
. . .Â
From, Y/N:
Hey Harry, completely forgot to ask where we were planning to study tomorrow ?? x
From Y/N:Â
Thatâs if youâre still up to tutor me. Totally okay if not !! xÂ
From Y/N:Â
Itâs okay if you have other things going on x
From Y/N:
Itâs Y/N by the way x
Harry felt the vibrations from his phone resting right next to his head as he lay on his bed with his laptop propped open and an episode of Big Bang Theory playing quietly on the television screwed to his wall.Â
As soon as he lifted his phone, the screen lit up and he caught a glimpse of the pink heart emoji on his lock screen. He shot up in bed, reading the text messages sent to him only five minutes ago. His pulse hastened at the little kiss at the end of each message, he wondered if she sent those to all her friends.Â
From Harry:
Hey, itâs fine. Iâm happy to tutor you Y/N :)Â
From Harry:
We can meet up at the library, I can reserve one of the study rooms if that helps?Â
It wasnât long before he received a reply.Â
From Y/N:Â
Oh good !! The library sounds good. Thank you again for doing this Harry, I canât thank u enough x
From Harry:
Itâs okay! Honestly it is. Donât need to keep thanking me love x
He didn't think twice before sending the message, and by the time he realised what heâd written, she had already read it.
From Y/N:
Thank you Harry xx
From Y/N:
Oops
From Y/N:
Canât wait to see you ! xxÂ
Harry released a long breath after reading her last text message. He threw his phone across the bed and fell back, running his fingers through his hair a few times.Â
He resumed his work on his computer, trying his best not to pick up his phone again as he eagerly waited for tomorrow to come.Â
. . .
Harry was ten minutes early to the library even when he had tried to be right on time.Â
The schoolâs librarian, Heather, was no stranger to his presence as he walked through the doors with his backpack over one shoulder and a tote bag on the other. He walked straight towards the study room he had booked last night for this afternoon in particular.Â
It was nothing but a desk and empty walls with a window looking out to the car park. Harry had thought it best to minimise distractions for Y/N to stay focused. He pulled out the things he had packed in the blue tote he carried, highlighters and sticky notes and an old planner he had in his desk drawer that he scribbled her name on.Â
Not long after he had set everything up, a small knock sounded at the door and in walked Y/N. She was wearing light blue jeans and a lilac hoodie that was covered in some kind of grey paint, âHello,â She smiled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, âSorry, I had a pottery class off-campus and didnât have time to change,â She motioned to the stains on her clothing.Â
âThatâs okay,â Harryâs heart palpitated as she stepped into his vicinity- that sweet-smelling perfume replacing the dusty air, âI didnât know you did pottery.â He didnât know much about her other than what they had talked about in class, a rush of excitement overcame him at the thought of getting to know her more.Â
Y/N sat down, putting her bag at her feet, âItâs just a hobby,â She shrugged it off, glancing at the things Harry had neatly laid out in front of her, âSo whatâs all this?â
A dusty pink glow spread across Harryâs cheeks, âI-I did some research last night,â
A dip formed between her brows, âReally?â
Harry nodded, âI spent some time researching the best ways for people with ADHD to focus and learn the best they can. A lot of it was setting realistic goals and breaking things down but it also helps to use colours which is why I bought my sticky notes and highlighters in case we have to take any notes.â
Y/N was pretty sure her pupils had carved into hearts as she looked at him and listened as he explained the things he had been researching. âI thought we could study for about an hour and a half today and work in twenty-minute increments with ten-minute breaks in between.â Y/N was at a loss for words. She couldnât remember the last person who had gone out of their way to learn these things for her.Â
Harry waited for her to reply, seeing the way her eyes glossed over, âI-is that okay? No problem if not, we can always find a different way of working-â
âNo,â She placed a hand atop his, the tips of his fingers flinched and brushed the palm of her hand, âIt sounds perfect.âÂ
Harry smiles, âWell okay, shall we start off with Midsummer Nightâs Dream?âÂ
. . .
âHey Y/N?â Harry waved a hand in front of her face. They were coming onto the last twenty-minute sprint of studying and Harry had noticed Y/N suddenly starting to zone out a little more.Â
âOh sorry,â She blushed, âI was thinking about the banana milkshakes theyâve put on the menu at the cafe where I do my pottery classes.âÂ
Harry closed his notebook, âThey have a cafe?âÂ
âMhm,â Y/N grins, âI can show you if youâd like. Maybe after we finish studying.âÂ
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. This was their first time hanging out together off-campus. Something he had been daydreaming about whenever she sat beside him. Heâd been mulling over the idea of asking her on a date for weeks and despite the fact sheâd invited him to her favourite spot as a friend, he couldnât help but feel a mixture of nerves and excitement at the prospect of getting to spend even more time with her.Â
Harry pretended to glance down at his watch, âSeems like weâre coming to the end already, w-we could go now if you want to?âÂ
Y/N closed her notebook shut, âOkay then!âÂ
Harry tugged on his jacket and piled all his books into his backpack. Following her out of the library and towards her pottery studio.
He couldnât help the smile on his face as she walked with a slight pep in her step as they walked side by side. Harry had never been much of a talker but there was never a moment of silence between the two as Y/N rambled and wandered off into every topic of conversation she could possibly think of.Â
âSo Iâve started making plates for my mumâs birthdayâoh, she got a new car, by the way! Itâs an old, vintage blue Beetle. She sent me pictures the other day, and itâs so pretty. For a moment, I wanted to take driving lessons just so I could drive one, but Iâve got terrible coordination. Honestly, Harry, I canât ever seem to tell my lefts from my rights these days andâoh, what was I talking about again? Yes, the plates I made for her birthday. So, Iâm going to paint them baby blue to match the car andââ
Harry listened intently, hanging onto every word she said and mentally filing it away under her name. Occasionally, he would share his own stories, but for the most part, he was content to listen to her voice. In fact, it thrilled him to know how comfortable she was to talk about anything and everything with him.Â
They eventually stopped outside of a small building with âPaisleyâs Pottery Studioâ written on a wooden plaque above the door.Â
Y/N pushed the door open, the bell chiming as she stepped inside with Harry close behind her. She offered to take Harryâs jacket to hang up on the coat pegs and switched it over for two aprons already covered in dried clay stains.Â
âCome on, Iâll show you what Iâve been working on,â Y/N said, a hint of excitement in her voice as she led Harry through the studio. The space was filled with shelves of pottery in various stages of completion, the air rich with the earthy smell of clay.
They reached a small workbench near the back of the studio where a few plates were laid out, each one uniquely shaped.
âHere they are,â Y/N said, picking up one of the plates. âThis is the baby blue I was talking about. Iâm trying to match it perfectly to my mumâs car. What do you think?â
Harry took the plate, admiring the soft, pale blue colour that coated its surface. âItâs beautiful, Y/N. Youâve done an amazing job. The colour is perfect.â
Y/N beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy. âThank you! Iâve been trying to get it just right. And look, this one has little daisies around the edge,â she said, pointing to another plate. âMy mum loves daisies.â
Harry smiled, appreciating the delicate details. âYouâre really talented. I didnât know you were into pottery.â
âItâs kind of my escape,â Y/N admitted. âIt helps me focus, you know? Itâs one of the few things that can hold my attention for hours.â
Harry nodded in understanding, âI-Iâve been meaning to ask before we left to come here, did you find the study session useful today?â
Y/N immediately nodded, âI learnt so much Harry. I know you said I donât need to thank you anymore but youâve been so kind. My parents have hired tutors for me ever since I was little but they always got frustrated with me. I was worried youâd feel the same way.âÂ
âNo one should make you feel like youâre not worthy of their time just because it requires more patience,â Harry says.
Y/Nâs eyes shine with emotion, âYou might be the kindest person Iâve ever met,â She says, âWhich is why I wanted to bring you here. Iâve never shared my pottery with anyone.â
Harryâs cheeks flushed, âReally?âÂ
Y/Nâs smile softened. âReally. And now I get to share it with you. Do you want to try making something?â
Harryâs eyes widened in surprise. âMe? Iâve never done pottery before.â
âThatâs okay,â Y/N chimed. âIâll teach you. Itâs fun, I promise.â
Harry hesitated for a moment, âAlright, letâs do it.â
Y/N led Harry to a nearby pottery wheel, explaining the basics as she set up the clay. Whilst he sat on one side, she sat opposite him, straddling the seat and grabbing a thick, piece of clay in her hands. âJust relax and let the clay guide you,â she said, her hands gently shaping the mound of clay on the wheel.
Harry watched, captivated by the fluid movements of her hands. He took a deep breath and placed his hands on the clay, feeling its cool, pliable texture.
âLike this?â he asked, glancing at Y/N.
âExactly,â she replied but then placed either of her hands over the top of his. âJust keep your movements steady and even.â
Harry tried to remain neutral as the soft skin of her hand touched his fingers. Heâd try to keep his attention on the way she moved the clay but every now and then heâd feel himself overwhelmed at the simple touch of the girl he had been enamoured with for far longer than heâd like to admit.Â
Minutes turned into an hour, and Harry found himself enjoying the process more than he expected. The feel of the clay, the steady rotation of the wheel, and Y/Nâs gentle words of encouragement.Â
âItâs good!â Y/N held the clay bowl up in the palm of her hand.Â
Harry scoffed but smiled, âYouâre just saying that it looks more like a plate than a bowl.â His first clay creation was meant to look like a bowl but some might deem it to be a little more like a wonky flying disk.Â
Y/N giggled, âAt least you could still eat food from it.â She walked over and placed it on a tray with Harryâs initials carved into the bottom. âThese will be put in the kiln later. I can bring it to you in class once itâs ready?â
âO-okay,â Harry nodded, âOr I could just come by and get it? I think Iâd like to have another try maybe,â That and he wanted to spend more time with her even if it meant taking up a new hobby in the little spare time he had.Â
Y/N didnât mask the surprise on her face which gradually transformed into the biggest smile he had ever seen. He swore it hit him like an arrow piercing straight into his heart, âReally? Youâd want to come back?â
âOf course, maybe I could teach you English lit and you could teach me yâ pottery?â He offered.
âIâd love that.â
. . .Â
Wednesdayâs had become Harryâs favourite day of the week.Â
It was funny how quickly the days went by when you had something to look forward to. When it wasnât Wednesday, Harry was always counting down the days until it was.Â
In the afternoon, heâd meet with Y/N outside of the library so they could walk inside together to their study room where heâd tutor her for a good two hours. Afterwards, theyâd walk down to the pottery studio in the nearby town where Y/N would teach Harry how to make clay pots.Â
His own kitchen was becoming a museum of clay creations he had made and painted himself. Each one served as a reminder of a particular Wednesday heâd spent with Y/N, triggering a memory or conversation they had shared.Â
His feelings only seemed to heighten the more they fell into conversation, talking about everything and anything they possibly could. He cherished every moment he spent with her and even then he couldnât get enough. Whenever it wasnât Wednesday, he craved her presence and the sweet-smelling perfume she wore.Â
Harry was already heading towards the library one particular Wednesday afternoon when he received a text from Y/N.
From Y/N:
Hey Harry, Iâm really sorry but I donât think Iâm going to be able to make todayâs session. I left all my work last minute and now I have three classes to catch up on before tomorrow. So sorry, I really wanted to make it xx
Harry frowned as he read the message, feeling a pang of disappointment quickly replaced by concern.Â
From Harry:Â
Itâs okay! We can just pick up where we left off from next week. Is there anything you need help with?Â
From Y/N:Hm, donât suppose youâre any good at poetry? xx
From Harry:
Iâve dabbled here and there ;)
From Y/N:Â
Dabbled? Perfect!! Would it be okay if you stopped by? Iâm STRUGGLING xx
From Harry:
Iâd be happy tooÂ
From Y/N:
Okay! Iâll text you my address. Thank you so much, youâre a lifesaver truly xx
Harry felt a thrill of excitement as he watched Y/Nâs address appear on the screen. He quickly typed the address into Google Maps and began making his way towards her apartment, anticipation building with each step.
Along the way, he stopped by a flower shop, the words âSweet Juniperâ written on the window and a large display of beautifully arranged flowers decorating the front. He found it rather humorous when he saw the tattoo parlour next door, the dark aesthetic completely differing from the pastel colours of the flower shop.Â
Sometime later, Harry stood at the entrance, taking in the charming exterior of Y/Nâs apartment building. As he pressed the buzzer, his excitement mingled with a touch of nervousness. âHello? Harry?â Y/Nâs voice crackled over the speaker.Â
âH-hey,â He said, âS me.â
âOh! Stay there, Iâll come get you.â He did as he was told, standing beneath the porch as he waited for Y/N.Â
It wasnât long before Y/N pushed the glass door open and stood in front of him. It was the first heâd seen of her all day and she looked so cosy and soft in her grey sweatpants and pink sweater, a pair of black slip-on shoes on her feet that sheâd put on to come downstairs in.Â
âHi Harry,â She smiles, the sight casting away the grey clouds.Â
âHey Y/N,â He returns her smile and holds out the flowers for her, âI bought these for you, figured they might cheer yâ up.â
Y/Nâs whole face lit up as she took the bouquet from him, âTheyâre beautiful,â She gasped, âIâll put these in my room,âÂ
He followed her upstairs and to her apartment, making light conversation along the way. He laughs at something particularly funny she said about a conversation she had with her mother last night which reminded him he needed to call his own mother, who he hadnât spoken to nearly as much as he should have these past few weeks.Â
Closing the door behind them, Harry took in the exterior of her apartment. It was small, the perfect size for two people, most of the furniture was from the tenant who used to live there before they moved to France.Â
âMy roommate is away so itâs all good,â She says, leading him to her room.Â
Y/Nâs room was closest to the living room. As Harry stepped inside, he felt as though he was entering a cosy, intimate space that truly reflected her personality. The room was a soft haven of pink hues and delicate decor. The walls were painted a gentle blush, complemented by sheer white curtains that allowed light to filter through softly, casting a warm glow over everything.
âSorry about the mess,â She cringed, kicking something underneath her single bed which was covered in papers and notebooks much like the small desk in the corner. She placed the flowers in an old vase on her windowsill, replacing the old ones that were losing their petals.Â
âS okay,â Harry stood awkwardly, not knowing where to sit.Â
Y/N made space for him on the bed, patting the spot beside her with a welcoming smile. Harry tried to play it cool as he sat down next to her, but inside, his heart was racing. The reality of being so close to her in such an intimate setting was overwhelming, and he struggled to keep his excitement in check.
The bed felt soft and warm beneath him, a perfect match for the cosy atmosphere of the room. He glanced at Y/N, who seemed completely at ease and took a deep breath, trying to relax. Her presence was comforting, and he reminded himself to savour the moment rather than overthink it.
She grabbed a purple spiral notebook which she seemed to have ripped a few of the pages out of and threw them in the trash can beneath her desk, âI have to write a poem to present to my creative writing class,â She says. Her sock-covered feet dangled off the bed as they sat next to each other with their backs against the wall.Â
âO-Oh and it has to be handed in tomorrow?â He asks.Â
Y/N huffs, âI thought I had way more time so Iâve just been putting everything off. Iâve also been given new ADHD meds which I donât know have been helping very much.â
A wave of understanding rushed over him. Harry had never been prescribed daily pills before other than the antibiotics he was given in the winter when he had a chest infection that plagued him for almost two weeks. Although he couldnât relate to her situation, he knew having to take pills repeatedly was no easy task especially when they had an impact on your ability to carry out day-to-day things.Â
He took the notebook and pen from her lap and ripped out a bit of paper to write on. âWell luckily for you, you picked just the right person to help you out.â He teased, trying to lighten the mood because he knew she was beating herself up over all of it.
Y/Nâs lips quirked, âYouâre that good at poetry?â
âI was writing poetry and putting them into girlâs lockers when I was seven years old. Letâs just say, Iâve had practice,â Â
âOkay Bukowski, Iâll believe it when I see it.â
Harry chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Alright, challenge accepted," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He took a moment to think, twirling the pen between his fingers as he glanced around the room for inspiration. The soft glow of the fairy lights, the cosy blanket draped over the bed, and the serene expression on Y/Nâs face all seemed to meld together into a perfect moment.
He began to write, the words flowing easily once he found his rhythm. He stole glances at Y/N as he wrote, drawing inspiration from her presence and the warmth she radiated.
After a few minutes, he put the pen down and handed the paper to Y/N. "Alright, here goes nothing. Don't laugh, okay?"
Y/N took the paper with a playful roll of her eyes. "No promises," she teased, but her expression softened as she began to read the words on the page written in his scribbly handwriting.Â
Every word she took in had her heart dancing within her chest.Â
âShe is sunshine, light pours from herâÂ
âShe is sweeter than my own solitudeâÂ
There was beauty in every line. Everything he had written pulled and tugged at her, evoking this feeling that flooded through her that she had spent the past few weeks trying to keep at bay until she reached the final line.Â
âI watch her hands create beauty from the earthâs clay,Â
Does she know I also spin on the wheel, feeling her hands mould me, shape me, bend to her desire any way she wants?
âIs it good?â Harry asked, not enjoying the extended period of silence they were in as she read the poem. He had only tossed words together in hopes of creating something good enough for her to present to her class, he wouldnât be surprised if she hated it.Â
But instead, Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glistening with an emotion he couldnât place. âD-did you write this about someone?â She asked.
Harryâs face heated, âU-um, not that I can think of,â He lies.Â
Y/N nods, âDo you know a lot of girls who do pottery in their spare time?â
Harryâs eyes lock with hers, an invisible connection passing through them. The air thickened around them, his heart suddenly pounding against his chest, desperate for something he had been wanting for far too long now.Â
âO-Only one,â He admits.
Y/Nâs eyes sparkled looking like the fairy lights on the walls of her bedroom. Harryâs eyes darted down to her lips and then back up again. âHarry,â Y/N whispers, fiddling with the bit of paper with his poem written on it, âT-this is a really pretty poem.âÂ
âY-you think your class will like it?âÂ
âI donât think I want to show this poem to my class,â She set the poem aside carefully, as if it were a precious treasure, and shifted closer to Harry on the bed.Â
âYeah,â Harryâs voice lowered, âItâs not very good anyway.â
âThatâs not the reason,â Y/N's lips curved into a warm, genuine smile, âI think Iâd much rather keep it for myself, if thatâs okay.âÂ
Harry's heart raced as he looked into her eyes, seeing the depth of her feelings mirrored in his own. "No, thatâs okay.," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.Â
She set the poem aside carefully, as if it were a precious treasure, and shifted closer to Harry on the bed. Her eyes searched his, âHarry?â
âWhaâs wrong?â He swallowed the air he breathed.Â
âC-can I kiss you?â
Harry felt a lump form in his throat as he searched for the right words, his heart pounding in his chest. Every moment seemed to stretch on indefinitely, each breath feeling heavier than the last. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. He knew he couldn't hide his feelings any longer, not from her. With trembling hands, he reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender and hesitant.Â
âH-Harry,â Y/Nâs voice was barely above a whisper.Â
Unable to find the words, he leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest until their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was sweet and gentle. Whilst one hand cupped her cheek, the other moved to her waist gripping it hard and tugging her in closer. One of Y/Nâs hands gripped the back of his neck, pulling him in so she could deepen the kiss.Â
He couldnât help but smile the longer his lips pressed against the plush, soft touch of hers. Y/N felt his lips curve and smiled too, a breathy laugh escaping her, âWhat?âÂ
Harry shook his head, his eyes hazy and lips pinker than usual, âNothing,â He shook his head but his smile never faded, âJusâ... Iâve been dreaming of this moment for what feels like forever.â
âYou have?â Y/N smiles, her cheeks flushed.
âMhm,â He kissed her again quickly, âIâve liked you for so long.â
Y/N tugged on the sleeve of his sweater, fiddling with a loose thread, âI like you too Harry,â She admits and suddenly his world felt a little less lonely and a whole lot brighter.
. . .
âSunshine,â Harry slurred against her lips as they moulded together. She was sitting on the table in an empty classroom with him standing between her legs. âWeâve got to get to class,â he murmured, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as his hands roamed her waist and hers tangled in his hair.
Y/Nâs legs brushed against his as she swung them back and forth. If they were to leave the comfort of the quiet classroom, there was no doubt people would know what they had been up to. They had been walking to their English Lit lecture together when Harry recited a line from the play they were studying. Without warning, Y/N had dragged him into the nearest empty classroom and kissed him before he even had time to register what was going on.
âBut we could stay here?â she heaved, pulling away and pouting.
Harry smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. âI know, but weâve got a test coming up soon.â
âAnd youâve already taught me all I need to know,â she countered, her eyes twinkling.
Despite dating now, their tutoring sessions hadnât ended. They saw each other every single day, spending time at each otherâs apartments and trying to meet up whenever they both had a free period so they could sit and eat lunch together or make out somewhere. But Wednesday afternoons were still dedicated to tutoring, and then Y/N would take him down to the pottery studio afterwards where theyâd decompress.
He still hadnât mastered the art of creating bowls or plates in the same way Y/N had, but the cupboards of his kitchen were slowly filling up with wonky cutlery and multi-coloured dishes.Â
Harry smiled lazily, feeling the cotton of her pink cardigan between his fingertips. âCâmon sunshine,â He murmured.Â
âFine,â She huffed, pressing another kiss to his lips before sliding off the desk. âOh no, I forgot my notebook again,â She huffed.
Harry laughed, reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together, âDonât worry I bought an extra.â He always packed extra everything whenever he was with Y/N because it didnât matter how many times he reminded her, she always seemed to forget.Â
âThank you,â Y/N grinned, âI swear I packed it with me last night when we were watching that movie which by the way youâre going to have to explain to me the ending because I was too busy,â Harry was going to remind her he had tried to get her attention back to the film but she was focused on playing a game on his phone the entire time, âOo and tonight when you come to my place we can finally try that new ice cream flavour I bought from the store and- oh yeah the movie, so I basically stopped watching at the point where the girl falls into the water. Wait, what was I talking about before that again?â
Harry smiled, âThe notebook,â
âOh yeah, the notebook.â She rambled, continuing to explain all the places she could have left it even though Harry knew exactly where it was.Â
By the time they got to class, they were ten minutes late. They took the walk of shame to their places in the back, holding hands beneath the table as Harry took notes and Y/N rested her head against his arm, rubbing her cheek against his soft, navy blue sweater.Â
He smiled, kissing the top of her head and basking in the warmth of his sunshine girl.Â
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THE ON1Y ONE (2024) I 1.06 "I told you. The dots should be clear."
#the on1y one#the on1y one the series#userfaiza#uservix#userrlaura#userrlana#tian x wang#sheng wang#jiang tian#wang x tian#tutor jiang tian is just so handsome wtf#also you cannot tell me that him pointing at his writing wasn't just an excuse to get closer to sheng#it's about the hands!!!!#i know that jiang tian deep down wants to keep yearning from a distance but he couldn't help himself from moving a bit closer huh#mywork
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A flash and it's born, a flash and it fades.
A flash and it's born, a flash and it fades.
#touga kiryuu#akio ohtori#revolutionary girl utena#rgu#my art#implied csa#yeah.....#yeah.#no one has anything to say#I planed this one out with the kanae and utena comics#ive got other things in thematic negotiation with the ones ive already planned and i would really like to post them all together one day#since the ones im planning are a more.....on the optimistic side#tho id say the kanae comic was optimistic#shine one kanae shine on#anyway im not sure it came across but Nanami at this point can read she is just slow at it and bellow grade level#partially cause both Kiryuu's havent been in regular school up to this point they've just had shitty tutors hired for discretion#Touga's about 14 here and Nanami would be 10#anyway touga is being mean about the reading cause he's gotten the impression it would impress Akio#it doesnt#but he does love to see exploitable interpersonal hostility#....yeah#yeah#comic
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thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they donât know what to do
thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself
thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving
thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives
thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much
thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once
thinking about riz âthe ballâ gukgak
#dimension 20#dimension 20 spoilers#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#riz gukgak#just the aroace experience of it all#riz took his deepest fear#of being left behind by the people in his life#who will all find someone else#and now he's holding on to them#holding them together#with the same hands that clawed at a crystal palimpsest#desperate to be free to help his friends#tutoring and investigating and campaigning and going to every extracurricular#riz has the skill to simply succeed at what he does#and the extension of that#of taking stress for his friends because what would he be without them#the lonely kid giving out business cards on the first day of school#something something his father was devoured for the sake of a long running scheme#and his mother works herself to the bone to both provide for him and advocate for those trapped by the system#is it any wonder that riz is so capable?#always the one asked#because they know he will get it done#it's not a question of whether riz can do it#he can#it's just a matter of how much he will take on#making himself indispensable#is it any wonder that sklonda asks#d20 prose & verse
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Don't get too attached
#Brakul did a lot of the parenting for Erubi (the first of the Janeys-Brakul-Hibrides throuple bastard children) in infancy especially due#to Hibrides going through absolutely horrific post-partum depression (and not wanting to be a parent to begin with. Like she#had accepted it as an inevitability and a duty but when it actually happened it was just like Oh God. I am in hell)#Brakul is the only one of the three that actually Wants to be a parent and the fact that he can't behave as such in order to avoid#suspicion that he's the father is kind of a living nightmare for him a little.#Not like he isn't involved in his ''''nieces''' lives given he lives in the same household but he has to keep a bit of distance.#Janeys and especially Hibrides are pretty unsympathetic about this. For Hibrides it's like she has had to go through so much shit#to maintain this situation she never asked to be a part of and when he has to go through a fraction of that he breaks the fuck down.#He only wants the benefits of the whole situation and isn't willing to deal with the consequences.#This is also one of the very few things she's sympathetic with Janeys about like she respects that he's at least willing to play#his part and be miserable without bitching to her about it. Like she fucking hates him but respects the commitment to the bit.#Janeys is more just like 'Just go make more kids if you want your own so damn bad. Get a wife or something. That's what I#had to do and look at me I'm doing great I'm so normal'#The two kids aren't present on the pilgrimage (back home under the care of a hired tutor) but the Janeys-Brakul-Hibrides#Feeling Triangle are in a fucking tailspin over her being pregnant again like goddddd not this shit again#brakul red dog
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Tutor: Long Overdue
Words: 3k+ Type: Some angst, but fluff Summary: The days after the argument. Warnings: Rafe is the softest boyfriend in the world. Y/N has some problems with overthinking and anxiety here. Mentions of alcohol. Mentions of narcissist friends. A filler chapter for you to take a breath in the middle of the angst.
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You wish you could say that everything went by smoothly after that conversation. But you would be lying if you said so.
When you got out of that car, your hands were visibly shaking. It was out of your control. It was a mix of all your emotions just building up inside you and wanting to come out all at once. It was the frustration, the anger, the disappointment, and the sadness. You hated every single second of that conversation. How helpless you felt at times. The way your supposed friends looked at you as you spoke. It was as if you had gone insane.
Thankfully, when inside the house, Wheezie had run upstairs for a quick shower before your tutoring class, or else she wouldâve seen you cry your eyes out in front of her brother. You felt weak for doing so, but you still did it. You cried the entire time you told Rafe everything about what had happened. You noticed how he had no idea what to say or what to do for you, other than give you comfort. And you let him do it, as that felt like what you needed too.
When Wheezie had come back downstairs with her things - since she wanted to study outside this time - you had already wiped your tears clean and didnât feel like you would cry at every sentence that left your lips. To your luck, your eyes didnât appear too puffy when she laid her eyes on you, which spared you from many questions.
By the time you were helping her study, Rafe still kept a close eye on you. He would never disappear from your view for too long, always either sitting on his phone on the porch or coming out to the table near the pool, where the two of you were. He made you and Wheezie laugh from time to time.
It lifted your mood ever so slightly, but deep down you still were filled with worry and hurt. How far could this go? Could the girls go further than this? Maybe by telling other people, or simply talking to their other friends about this. Was there a possibility this could get to your parents before you even had the chance of finishing high school as you had planned?
All these questions, they made worry bubble in your blood at the most random of times during that afternoon. By the end of it, Ward and Rose eventually came home. Rafe was by the island of the kitchen when Rose stepped out of the kitchen to get you your monthly paycheck, and Sarah Cameron stood in that kitchen for a single second, and the first thing she said to you was: âAre you okay? You look⊠down.â
If that did anything to you was to force yourself to put on a better act. You were just about to go home as Ward had asked for Rafe to drive you. You didnât want your parents to see you and ask the same things. It would be harder to lie to them than to Sarah.
You two sat in the car in silence for a bit, and you could feel Rafeâs eyes on you. Silence only gave you the excuse to want to cry more, even when you still felt ridiculous for it. You tried to hold it back, but whenever a tear would slip, Rafe was there. He calmed you down and held your hand or sometimes said something that would make your heart hurt less.
At home, you forced yourself to make conversation with your parents - knowing that if you didnât, they wouldâve followed you to your room to find a reason behind your silence. All of it was forced and unnatural small talk, but your parents didnât seem to notice. Your mom was too focused on making a new recipe for dinner, and your dad was too focused on his reading to look up from the book in his hands.
The rest of the day wasnât any easier. Rafe asked if you wanted to come over, but you know that it wouldnât make anything easy. It would simply make your feelings go temporarily numb. You didnât need that. You needed to just face it for what it is: a stupid confrontation that you saw coming from a mile away because it had to happen eventually. It just came sooner than you expected.
Sleep didnât come easy either. By the time you finally fell asleep, there werenât many hours of rest before having to get up for class. You hid whatever hints of your exhaustion with make-up, as well as put on a happier expression just so you could make your way through the house and to school without any questions coming from your parents.
Breakfast was uneventful, just like dinner the day before. And your dad drove you to school just as you had planned beforehand.
In class, if you were used to the girls' looks before, this day had been another level of staring. And given the fact that you share every class with each of them, your sadness and worry quickly turned into anger by lunch hour. They didnât try to speak to you or even ambush you all at once again. They just sat there at their little tables watching you as if you were some experiment about to go wrong.
Kristy wasnât in school. She missed every single one of her classes. And all that made you think was how thankful you were for the lack of her staring too.
By the time you were done with classes for the day and inside Rafeâs car, you were still in your depressing bubble but more annoyed than anything else. And that is when a call from Patty came in. There was going to be a party tonight.
You're not ashamed to admit you didnât even think twice before answering her. You wanted to go to that party. And you did.
Not that you remember much from it now that you lay on Rafeâs bed, silently contemplating your life choices, but you like to think that you had fun.
You remember how you got to the party with Rafe, and quickly found Patty, who made sure to give you as many drinks as you wished to have.
Rafe stepped away to find Topper and Kelce only after he made sure that Patty was going to actually stay by your side the whole night and entertain you enough.
You drank cup after cup of different concoctions made by Patty herself. Some were actually good, others⊠she just told you to drink it all in one gulp.
You were able to disconnect from reality while sitting in that kitchen with her, drinking and listening to her talk you through the process of making another drink. You two talked for a long time, or at least for enough time until the both of you werenât exactly speaking in obvious and comprehensible sentences but in slurred words filled with giggles.
And you remember that you went off to find Rafe at some point. You remember that he was very much sober at that time. You remember flashes of sitting on that couch with him and his friends. Patty would eventually join you on the couch and start a conversation that would make a lot more sense than any of the guys' around the table. You also remember that it was way funnier at the time than now.
Also, at one point into the night, you decided that playing, or better, patting Rafeâs buzzed head was the best idea you could ever have. Your drunk mind must have been blown to realize how weird it felt to touch his short hair and feel it prickle your palm. Rafe didnât seem to mind it too much - even though he must have told you to stop at one point because you remember being dramatically hurt by something he said to you.
Maybe you had exaggerated by deciding to numb your thoughts with alcohol when you know that hanging out with these people would simply do the job. You didnât need to get that drunk. But you still felt like it was the best time to do it, as well as with the best people.
Hanging out with people like Patty and Topper is nice. They were never your type of crowd, but even when drunk or high, last night, they did listen to you when you talked about what happened. It happened when some of you decided to step outside for some air, while others, like Rafe, decided to stay back. You told them everything, and they listened. And they also offered to help, in any way possible.
That memory alone made your heart squeeze in your chest. Maybe, yes, this is how real friends are supposed to be if they are able to. But it still felt good when they told you that if you ever needed to run away from lifeâs problems for a bit, they would be there for you, along with Rafe.
And to think that conversations like these resulted only from you choosing to date someone with a bad reputation.Â
Since the beginning, you had a feeling that you would need to talk to someone about it - you and Rafe. Simply to let them know before they find out from someone else, and everything turns shitty. And, now, all you can do is acknowledge that you missed your opportunity and everything is indeed shitty.Â
Your friends found out before you could even warm the waters with some information or subtle hints first. Maybe you could've told them about all the times Rafe hadnât been like the awful cookie-cutter shape they all seem to find him fitting in at all times. You couldâve told them about how he is not bad and how he is indeed good. But you missed the opportunity to do so. You let them find out by themselves, and now they think you are in bed with a psychopath only for the thrill of it. Not with your boyfriend, who has never done a bad thing to you and is always putting you first.
Yet, even in the ocean of guilt, you canât help but feel the anger that has begun to rise by itself. Yes, you had missed your opportunity, but your friends had also failed. They failed to speak to you in a civilized way. Failed to be there for you as they believed you were in a manipulating and abusive relationship. Failed to understand you. And failed at being your friends at the end of the day. They didnât seem to care about your feelings that day, and they didnât seem to care about anything but their fury toward you this week. They failed, even if you did so too.
And, as much as you hate it, there is still fear inside you. It has been pushed deep into you, hiding in a corner of your brain, stored away with other worries on top of it so it isnât noticed by you any time soon. And that fear has a shape and name. Your parents. Because if your friends had their suspicions and found the truth, where does that put your parents?
They are a pair that believes in every word from the neighbors, as well as any word on the streets. If someone were to whisper about Rafe murdering a crocodile in the middle of the street, they would believe it - even when there arenât any crocodiles near any roads in the OBX. They would believe it, every word of it. Maybe make theories of their own too. Imagine Rafe as this cartoonish supervillain, now wearing the skin of his victims as new shoes. It is ridiculous but absolutely believable to them.
How would they react? What would they do to you? You are of age, but still a student and living under their roof. What would they even think of you?
âScoot over, youâre taking up the whole damn bed,â Rafe says while standing beside his bed.
You snap out of your horrible thoughts - with your mind still trying to envelop your heart with its dark and painful realities - and throw the pillow closest to you at him, hitting him in the chest. He doesnât respond. He throws the pillow away and makes you move with a hand on your shoulder and another on your leg, pushing you further into the bed.
The coldness of the sheets under you make your body react in an uncomfortable wave of shivers, and you turn to face Rafe, who is lying on his back beside you now. On the bedside beside him, you can see that it is still early in the morning, meaning you still have a few hours before being dropped off at your house and then at school. And also, everyone in Rafeâs home is still very much asleep.
âLooking at the time wonât make it go by faster,â Rafe says, making you look at him.
âI want it to go slower, not faster.â
Rafe meets your gaze, and he holds it for a bit. A slight bit of a headache hits you right in the temple, and you try not to react by snuggling closer to the pillow under your head. Seems like you were never truly someone blessed with no headaches while hungover, just lucky on that one time.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âHeadache.â You groan into the pillow, closing your eyes to escape his gaze for only a bit.
It takes a few seconds before he talks again.
âWhat else?â His tone is soft and worrisome. When hearing his question, you donât move; not even an inch. You just lay there for a bit, listening to your own heartbeat with your ear buried in the pillow. You let some heartbeats go by in your silence, but Rafe waits for you. Never pushes you. He just waits.
âIâm⊠worried, I think.â You whisper so softly, you almost donât hear yourself.
âAbout your friends?â
âThat too,â You open your eyes as you talk, âBut more about my parents.â
âWhy?â
âTheyâre strict. Very strict,â You explain, even though you know that Rafe already knows that, or else he hadnât been climbing your window and whispering in your room for months. âThey always reacted badly to dating. And they never liked you or your family.â
âMany donât,â he says with a small curve on his lips.
âItâs different,â you try to explain in as few words as you can, âTheyâre worse than Kristy or any of the girls would be.â
Rafe simply looks at you, silent. You look at him and let out a breath.Â
âI donât know what theyâre going to do when they find out...â You tell him, sincerely. âI just want it all to be after graduation.â
He still doesnât say anything, so, he simply lets you talk.
âI think thatâs what Iâm so scared of⊠The fact that I donât know what to expect from their reaction.â You sigh, âAnd that is why I wanted it to be later. So I can- I donât know, run away before they get to do anything.â
âWhatâs the worst thing they can do?â
âIâm not sureâŠâ You whisper, your eyes meeting his again. âKick me out, probably. Never speak to me again,â You try to say it with a positive tone, one that doesnât seem to consider those options to be true, when, in reality, nothing ever felt more possible than this.
Rafe makes a face that doesnât seem like heâs convinced.
âI canât be that bad.â And that earns him a smack.
Rafeâs laughter fills the room, and a small involuntary smile appears on your lips.
âBe serious,â You tell him, turning around to lay on your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. You groan with the slight headache pounding on your head, and Rafeâs hand soon lays over your head, trying to soothe the pain away.
âIâm sorry,â He says.
âIâll think about it,â You say while meeting his eyes. Some sort of humor comes out with your words, and Rafe notices it. He grins and simply looks at you for a moment.
You two stay quiet for a little longer before you start letting more words out, explaining your worries to Rafe while he simply listens. He just lays there and nods, giving you his utmost attention.
And, as expected, you two talk for so long that time does the opposite of what you want it to. It just speeds past you two, and everyone in the house begins to get up and get ready for the day.Â
While listening to the doors opening and closing around the house, as well as some screaming about breakfast from one floor to the other, you two lay in Rafeâs bed in silence. Rafeâs hand is on your pillow, fallen from your hair, and now under your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb while you lay there, hugging your pillow with your eyes closed.
Rafe stares at you for a bit. There would be no way of you catching him doing it, with your eyes closed and body ready to go back to sleep. You are laying on his bed, lacking clothes, and with only a soft white duvet over your legs all the way up to your waist. Your back is uncovered, and your hair is a mess, but the scenery is perfect. Rafeâs heart tightens at the memory of the tears youâve spilled in the last few days. He canât help but feel guilty over it, even when you remind him that he has nothing to feel guilty about.Â
Youâve told him time and time again. Whatever has happened has nothing to do with him. It has to do with control. Control that some of these people want to have over you or have had for so long - even when that control was disguised as love and worry of you ever getting hurt. Truthfully, it wouldâve been indeed love if they wished to speak to you calmly and got to know Rafe. But your friends never dared to.
And Rafe knows how much you wish your parents to be different. Even when you teared up while saying it just now, Rafe listened as your tone was thick with hope - the hope of your parents to be on your side when all of it comes out. And still, all he can do is be there for you until all this ends, whenever that will be.
Rafe leans over and pulls you closer to him, which you let him with no hesitation. Your head lays over his shoulder, and your arms go around him. Rafe hugs your body close to him and kisses the top of your head, cherishing the small breath you let out as he does it.
âI love you,â you whisper to him, your breath warm against his skin.
Rafe leans his head in closer to yours and kisses your hair. There is no surprise for either of you to say it. No fear of the love not being reciprocated. No fear of rejection because all of it is obvious, even in the midst of all this mess. Those words were long overdue.
âI love you too,â He whispers, making you lean in closer to his warmth.
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*Giggles in 'shit is about to hit the fan but I am making y'all suffer in anticipation'*
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ok, i will post oneâđœ(1) Graduation Photo đ©đœâđ
27 years in the making, 10 of them in higher education â through literal near death experiences, a value pack of disabilities, and a high school attendance of 6% because of them⊠somehowâŠ
âŠyouâre lookingâ at a Bachelor of Arts in Communication Design babieeee letâs freakin goooo đȘđœđđ
#graduation#I canât believe my educational career is actually over#i thought Iâd be in it forever man#I could have tried another year for the Honours#the last year was just too much though - but you know what?#you know what all my tutors and course leaders told me?#you know what the dude who designed the new UK ÂŁ5 who manages our heavy equipment said?#ââNo one gives a shit if youâve got Honours as an artist'â#thatâs a good enough send off to me man#I have a bachelors and all the experience of going through 4th year and that is good enough#iâm just a girl#and I think I did okay đ#art school
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Sex Tutor II
Summary: It feels like you and Harry are looking for different things. You aren't cut out for casual and Harry doesn't have time to focus on a relationship. But feelings are complicated and Harry doesn't even know what he wants until he realizes he can't stop thinking about you.
A/N: Here she is! The final part! I hope y'all enjoy! Part I Here
Word Count: 13.375
Warning: smut, angst, fluff, praise kink, size kink (kind of)
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It was another round of disappointment with Gunther after the 2nd time. Not only because he was so unenthusiastic and he wouldnât return the favor (still), but because you really couldnât stop thinking about Harry. About how good it had been with him.
As you were going down on Gunther you kept sucking him in and it just didnât feel the same. He smelled different, and not necessarily bad but it wasnât as pleasant as it could have been. Heâd definitely sprayed some kind of cologne on and you could taste the bitterness of it on your tongue. And he was kind of rough with you. Pressed the back of your head down and grunted once or twice. You even attempted to run your finger over the spot Harry showed you and he got all squicked out by it thinking you were trying to put it in his butthole. And that reaction had totally ruined the moment for you.
Just like the first time, you left his dorm and walked back to yours alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts and a touch of disgust. You considered reaching out to Harry. He did mention to you that you could call him anytime. And you were left fully unsatisfied by Gunther. There was no part of you that didnât believe Harry could satisfy you every which way.
You figured youâd call it quits with Gunther after that and maybe youâd contact Harry again. But to your surprise, he contacted you first.
H: How did it go with Gunther?
You were working on a paper at your desk when you saw his message. Of course, you stopped everything to respond.
Not great. He did cum, though. So I guess thatâs good! lol
H: Did you also cum?
You swallowed and bit your lip as you felt your cheeks heat up at that question.
No.
It took a bit for him to respond. You werenât sure if he was in the middle of something or if he didnât have anything more to say, or maybe it was that he was thinking of how to word his response. And by then you had a hard time getting back into working on your paper so you called it quits for the day and decided to shower.
You kept wondering what was on Harryâs mind. Wondered if you should follow up with him. Ask him to see you again. And when you got out of your shower you had planned out a whole message to type out to him. Youâd ask him for another lesson and see if he had any time. Youâd be kind of putting yourself out there but Harry had been so nice and it was so good with him you hadnât stopped thinking about that night.
But there was already a message from Harry waiting for you when you picked up your phone.
H: I think you should come over again. You didnât get what you needed from him and Iâll happily make up for it. Show you what itâs supposed to be like.
You laid your phone down on your sink counter and grinned, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Because yes! Yes, youâd go to his and let him take care of you. God, youâd love to give him another blow job too.
Only if you want. When were you thinking?
His response came faster than you expected.
H: Are you free tonight? Say 6 or so?
You werenât technically free. You needed to finish your paper but fuck it. Harry would be worth a rushed final product.
That works for me : )
You met him at Maudâs like the first time. Only this time you bought his tea and a sandwich for him. He told you it wasnât necessary but you felt like it was the least you could do. You walked back to his apartment together and told him about your paper that was due and he talked about his thesis. Harry was an interesting person. He wasnât just eye candy, he had real depth. And he was kind.
âSo why donât you have a T.V.?â You asked as you sat on his couch and he plopped down next to you, drawing his arm over your shoulder.
âNo time really. Iâm telling you, I am almost always studying and doing coursework. Used to have one but it was too much of a distraction.â
You laughed, âAnd this isnât a distraction?â You motioned your hand between yourself and Harry.
He shifted his seating and his hand moved from your shoulder to the side of your neck as he gently pulled at you, âOh itâs a distraction all right. But this is the kind thatâs worth it. Television has never been worth missing out on a good study sesh,â he laughed and you laid your palm on his chest.
âWell, I hope itâs worth it. Donât feel like Iâm all that amazing. Kind of juââ
Your words were abruptly cut off with his mouth over yours. You let out a surprised squeak and Harry laughed against your lips, âSorry⊠just want you, Y/nâŠâ
You were a goner. You had never felt so sexy in your life as in that moment. Harry seemed quite ravenous and you didnât know if it was because he was just horny in general or if it was because of you but the way he was licking at your mouth and touching your hip and moaning it felt a lot like he was simply into you. At least thatâs what you were going to believe.
He got you into his bed again, your pants and sweater on the floor as he kissed your tummy. Your head was spinning, âYour lesson today,â he spoke between soft pecks over your skin, âIs to see how special you are. How you deserve to feel good. To be with someone whoâs going to worship youâŠâ
He hadnât even touched your clit and it was already throbbing under your cotton panties. The man knew just what to say and you couldnât help but melt into his mattress and moan his name.
You didnât have much experience. But you knew one thing and that was that Harry was really really good. He pulled an orgasm from you like an expert, fingers tucked deep into your pussy with his tongue and lips sliding expertly over your sensitive clit. You could hardly even remember getting your clothes off but you didnât forget his words as he pushed your thighs apart and nosed at your pussy, âSo sweet, honey,â he looked up at you, âCan I call you honey?â
Honey. You didnât mind. Of course not. He could call you whatever he wanted.
And when you finally came down from your orgasm, you shivered as he kept sucking on your clit. You tried pushing at his forehead and he hardly budged as he lifted his mouth from your pussy, âRelax. One more okay? Give me one more, honey?â
Fuck. You were not sure how you were going to survive this man.
When you were panting and sweating after your second orgasm Harry laid next to you and kissed your neck and told you how sweet and perfect you were. You tried returning the favor but he just shook his head and pulled your hand away from his obvious erection to kiss your knuckles, âThis wasnât about me tonight. Just for you, okay? Iâm fine. Took care of myself before you came over anyway.â
âBut youâre hardâŠâ
âAnd I promise you that Iâm fine. You deserve to be taken care of, Y/n. Donât like how youâve been neglected. Want you to just get what you need tonight.â
You stayed at Harryâs for another couple of hours. Just talking and laughing. It was like you two had always known one another. You learned a little about his childhood and you told him about yours. He was sweet and easy to talk to and you loved how he kept holding your hand and pinching your bottom lip as youâd talk. And when it was time to go he called you an Uber again, to which you protested, telling him that was unnecessary.
âItâs absolutely necessary. Donât want anything to happen to you and this way I can watch the route and make sure you get where you need to go.â
It was like you were another person for the next week and a half. You were feeling quite confident and you ignored Guntherâs text to âhang outâ. Harry made you feel like you deserved more. Even if youâd never have anything serious with Harry, he sure made you feel special.
But one night when you and your roommate were hanging out at a sorority house, you overheard something that made your stomach turn.
âYou stayed the whole night?â
âYep. He asked me to. Fucked me so good I almost couldnât walk and heâs just so nice⊠I kind of thought heâd have me leave but he said he wanted to make sure I was okay.â
âWhatâs he like?â
âWell, everything about him is justâŠâ the girl grinned and bit her lip with that dreamy, faraway look in her eye, âHeâs so hot up close too. His body⊠holy shit, you should see this manâs body! But his dick⊠when I felt that thing inside of me, I was a dickmatized. Heâs big and itâs just⊠perfect. But itâs not just that heâs got a big cock, heâs like⊠super nice and just knows how to orchestrate the whole experience. Talked me through it all, it was so sexy, and he knows what heâs doing.â
âAnd youâre gonna ask for another session?â
The girl nods, âOh yeah. I already did. Well, the morning when I left he fucked me again and then ate me out and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. So I obviously called himâŠâ
Harry wasnât your boyfriend. He was a single man who had a reputation. He was known for this very thing. So why did it bother you? Why did it make you feel nauseated and jealous? You didnât even get to have full-on sex with him. It was just oral sex both times, but it felt like you missed out in a way, not having the opportunity to have him like that. But perhaps it was better that you hadnât had actual sex. Because your wandering thoughts and feelings were betraying your good senses. Images in your brain of you and Harry being a couple were silly. That was never going to happen. Maybe continuing to see Harry would be a bad idea after all. You were already feeling things for him that you shouldnât be.
And, so, when Gunther called you again the day after you heard that story you decided to answer the call and give him yet another chance. He asked for another âdateâ. But this time you told him you wanted to actually go out somewhere first. Like on a real date. Maybe a change of scenery would be nice. Maybe the third time would be the charm, as they say. Perhaps if you gave him one more shot heâd redeem himself. Maybe youâd finally get what you were looking for all along.
So there you both were on a Saturday night at the bar with house music playing. You were readying yourself for another round of disappointment and being left unsatisfied when he refused to dance with you. The bar you two had gone to had a DJ every Saturday night and you thought it could be fun to have a couple of drinks, eat some bar food, and dance a bit. But Gunther didnât want to get up off his stool and he went way beyond just a couple of drinks. You werenât sure how many he had at that point but it had become clear that he just wanted to drink and get back to his room so he could get his dick sucked and send you on your way.
This time, however, there would be no blow job. You had already decided on Ubering back to your dorm alone afterward. You just had to figure out how to break it to Gunther first.
.          .
Harry had been wondering about you since the last time he saw you. The nervous pretty girl who wound up being quite the breath of fresh air for him. He didnât expect you to call him for another session but he kind of hoped you would. Or at least just a text to hang out. The last night he had you at his place he felt like you were an old friend. A hot friend who he wanted to bang, but a friend, someone he felt comfortable with who he could talk to all night. He was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed with you. And so it was kind of disappointing when you didnât reach out to him again. He felt like maybe you werenât that into him.
He even wound up having to cancel on someone heâd made plans with. He wasnât sure he was ready to look at anyone else naked. He needed time to get his head on straight. Which just meant he was concerned heâd be thinking about you while he was with someone else. And that was something he refused to do with anyone; think about one person while being with another.
And now it was almost two weeks later and he was still thinking about you. Kept wanting to text you to ask how you were. To see if you wanted to just hang out. He figured if you wanted more youâd reach out. He didnât want to assume you felt whatever it was he felt. He wasnât even quite sure what he was feeling.
So when his friend invited him to go out for a few drinks he thought it would be a good opportunity to get his mind off of you so he decided why not? He didnât often go out to drink. He didnât have time for it, truth be told. But his buddy wanted to celebrate landing a big job and Harry said he could only hang out for a couple of hours because he had to be up early the following morning to study but he could use a couple of hours away from schoolwork to let loose a bit.
The bar was packed and the room was loud with music and an open dancefloor where people were dancing and flirting. He figured heâd go out and dance for a song or two after a couple of beers and then call it a night. As he was on his second pint he gazed around at the tables with girls in their short dresses and guys trying their hardest to impress and thatâs when he spotted you. He felt his heart float up into his throat and then he narrowed in his sight to see who you were with. Gunther.
Harry had looked up this Gunther guy. He was easy to find. He was following you on Instagram and being that there werenât many called Gunther he knew right away it was him. Why did he look him up? It was just another thing that had Harry a bit perplexed. Being someone on the path to becoming a sex therapist, one would think Harry had more of an idea of what was going on in his own head. But maybe it was more just a matter of whether or not he was ready to admit what he was feeling.
You appeared bored. Annoyed maybe. You had your chin propped in your hand and you were swirling your drink with a straw. Your eyes were focused on the dance floor and Gunther was looking a bit tipsy. He was staring at his phone. If Harry were there with you heâd have his whole attention on you. He wouldnât even be thinking about his phone. Hell, he had his whole attention on you now and he wasnât even there with you.
He wondered what it was you saw in Gunther. He knew the man wasnât doing it for you. He could just see it in your posture. If you had been well fucked, or at least satisfied on some level, and given the attention you deserved your demeanor would have been different. Harry could do that for you. Heâd seen how you responded to a good orgasm and how relaxed and confident you got when you were satisfied.
When he saw you sip the last of your drink and say something to your date, who didnât even so much as give you a glance, you got up and made your way to the dancefloor when the new song came on.
Watching you sway and dance alone had Harryâs heart rhythm increasing. Your dress was riding up your legs and you had your arms raised and your eyes closed. It was clear you were just trying to enjoy your time whether or not Gunther was. He was glad you were dancing and doing your own thing.
âWhoâs the girl?â Harryâs friend asked as two more guys joined them at the table.
âY/n. A friend.â
âI bet. You gonna go be her friend again tonight?â Paulâs elbow teasingly poked at Harryâs arm.
Harry nodded, âYou know what? Maybe I will. Looks like she could use some company.â
Leaving his beer behind at the table with his mates Harry scanned his eyes back towards Gunther who was still enmeshed in whatever was on his cell phoneâs screen. He couldnât believe the guy wasnât watching you dance. You were a sight.
Harry wound his way through the crowd before he got close enough that he could get your attention. But your eyes were still closed as you sensually moved your hips and swayed to the beat. He began to dance, only a few feet in front of you as he watched you move and feel the music. He stepped in closer, glimpsing down over the skin on your neck and up to how your lips were slightly parted, a bit of sweat building at your brow line.
And when you finally opened your eyes to see the very man youâd had on your mind it came as quite the surprise. You blinked your lashes at him as he grinned down at you, âHarry?â
Your smile stretched over your face as you continued letting the music guide your movements and he took your hand, gently pulling you closer to breach the space between you, âHi.â
âHi,â you gazed up at him like you were in a dream. Was he really here? âWhat are you doing here?â
He laughed and moved his hand to your hip, âCame out with some friends,â he glanced toward the table where Gunther was still laser-focused on his phone, âI see youâve come with someone as well.â
You followed his gaze and then looked back up at him, âYeah. Was trying to give him one more shot.â
Harryâs big hand had a firm grip on your hip as you both moved away from the sight of Gunther, still dancing, âOne more shot? You think heâs worth it?â
Shaking your head you laid your palm over his chest, âI donât know. Just wanted to see.â
Harry let out a laugh and shook his head, âYou think heâs gonna satisfy you? Or you think youâll be left wanting once again?â
You felt your face warm up as you shook your head no and shrugged.
âThen why are you here with him, Y/n?â
You shrugged again and looked down at the collar of his shirt, âJust wanted to see if a night out would make it better.â
Harry pulled his free hand around the back of your hip and ducked his head down to your line of sight, âAnd look at him over there. Not paying you the attention you deserve. If it were me Iâd be out here dancing with you and showing you off to everyone.â
You laughed, that smile he was searching for back on your face again, âYou are technically out here dancing with me.â
âSee? I say what I mean. Youâre too special to waste your night with him. You planning on leaving here with him after?â
âDonât think so. I mean look at him⊠he doesnât care if Iâm here or not. He probably just wants his blow job and heâs suffering through all this just to get his balls drained,â you laughed and covered your mouth with your free hand. You didnât know whatâd gotten into you saying that but you didnât regret it when Harry let out a loud guffaw.
âItâs cause youâre so good, Y/n,â Harry ran his hand up your spine to wrap his fingers along the back of your neck, and he ducked his mouth close to your ear to speak, âYou know that right? How good you are? Got me all flustered right now thinking about it. Donât go back with him. Heâs not worth it.â
Your eyes fluttered when you felt his warm breath on your ear and down your neck. You loved what he was saying to you but you also knew he was probably just being nice. Like he was to everyone. Like he had been to that girl he let stay over after you. While you were pining over him he was fucking another.
Not that you had any right to be jealous. There were no strings in this relationship.
âI think Iâll just get an Uber back to my place. Thatâs what I was planning anyway,â you turned in to respond to him.
Harry moved you to the rhythm slowly and the feel of his hands on you was exciting. But you didnât want to get caught up in how it all felt because you knew youâd just get attached to him. He was so nice and so good and being with him had you feeling like you were special to him. Though, you knew the truth. You were just like everyone else.
Except that every time you looked into his eyes it was deep and there was a well of emotion or something that couldnât just mean nothing. But maybe that was just you being the silly optimist that you were.
âCanât believe he didnât give you anything,â his gaze seared over your face, âCanât believe he wouldnât want to.â
You felt his hand gently squeeze the back of your neck and his heart was pumping healthily under your palm. He ducked down again, his voice vibrating off the shell of your ear and the heat of his body enveloping yours, âHeâs missing out because youâre so sweet. Feel lucky I got to taste you and he never has. Might sound selfish but I hope you donât let him.â
You panted when his lips grazed over your earlobe and then he planted a hot kiss to the skin just underneath, âLet me have you again. Come back to mine and Iâll make sure youâre taken care of. Want to taste you and feel, Y/n. Missed youâŠâ
Your brain was blurry as he smudged his lips down your neck. Your skin pricked in delight at the cool air that hit every damp spot left behind by his mouth.
âWhat the fuck?â
Your little bubble burst when you heard Guntherâs voice. Harry kept his arm around your low back, continuing to hold you close.
âDude⊠what is this?â
âItâs⊠Gunther this is Harââ
âI donât care who he is. Why is he dancing with you and kissing you?â
âThatâs a good question,â Harry responded, âYou should have been out here with her but you were too interested in your phone to notice that someone else was enjoying her company and paying attention to her like she deserves.â
Gunther laughed and stumbled forward, trying to pry Harryâs hand from your waist, âCome onâŠâ
âGo home, Gunther,â Harry moved you behind his back and stood tall to look down on your date.
Gunther looked at you, dumbfounded, âIs this guy for real?â
You nodded and grabbed onto Harryâs arm, âYeah. You should leave and get some rest. I think youâve had too much to drink. Iâm sorryââ
âDonât apologize to him. He should have been acting like your date.â
âSo, youâre not coming back to my room with me? My roommateâs out all night, Y/nâŠâ
Shaking your head you stepped next to Harry, âNo. Iâm not. I think Iâm just gonna go home myselfââ
Harry looked down at you, âYou sure you want to go home?â
âFine. This was a lame date, anyway,â Gunther laughed and pointed at you, âDonât call me again.â
Rolling your eyes as your date walked off you looked back up at Harry who was still looking down at you with a confused expression, âYou really donât want to come with me?â
You swallowed and let go of his arm, âItâs not that⊠Itâs just kind of complicated and a mess of things I donât want to explainâŠâ
Harry took your hand, âTry me.â
You shook your head as you both moved away from the crowd of swaying bodies, âThis isnât a therapy session, Harry. I have real feelings and Iâm not cut out for casual like some people.â
He followed you toward your table where you had left your purse. You wanted to make sure you got it before anyone else did.
âWhat does that mean, Y/n? Talk to me.â
When you pulled your purse over your shoulder you shrugged as you looked up at him, âCome on Harry. You know what I mean. You and I are in different leagues. You are having fun and sleeping with all these people, which youâre totally allowed to do! And I barely have any experience and was even so desperate that I went out with Gunther again in hopes of some kind of connectionââ
âHey,â Harry softly grabbed your face and let the pads of his thumbs graze over your cheekbones, âYou and me have a connection. And there are no leagues, Y/n⊠thatâs something made up.â
You puffed out a laugh but you really wanted to melt into him, at his soft touch, âBut weâre looking for different things, Harry. And thatâs fine, really⊠I should goâŠâ You began to walk toward the exit and Harry followed you out the doors.
The silence and the darkness outside were only tempered by the streetlights with the noise of a car passing and the bass of the music coming from inside the bar youâd just walked out of.
âI hope you donât think I took your company for granted, Y/n. I really, genuinely like you. Havenât stopped thinking about you since our last night together.â
You nodded with a faint smile, âThatâs nice to hear. I know youâre a super nice guy, Harry. And I hope this doesnât sound rude or anything⊠but itâs just hard for me to really believe you were thinking much of me afterward. I imagine you stay booked and busy.â
Harryâs brows stitched together, âBooked and busy? I donât just have lots of girls over all the time, Y/n. I am a busy man though. Iâm in my coursework program and working on my thesis. Iâm not just fucking around all the time. Havenât had anyone over since you, actually.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, âNo? What about a pretty blond who stayed the night with you? Iâm guessing it was last week?â
He shook his head, âHad no one over last week.â
âReally?â You looked down at the concrete sidewalk and wondered if youâd gotten it wrong. You swore it sounded like she had just seen him the way she was talking.
Harry pulled your hand into his, âYouâre the last girl I had over. Was supposed to see someone the other day but I canceled. Wasnât feeling it anymore.â
You sighed, âI mean⊠obviously you can do what you want and see who you please. Iâm just⊠my point is that Iâm worried about getting attached. Youâre good at casual and Iâm not. So⊠seeing you again might be fine for you but for me, it holds so much more meaning. Itâs just how Iâm programmed. I canât help it.â
He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He didnât know why that little confession had his heart twisting, âI see. So you wouldnât want to see me again then?â
âItâs not that I wouldnât want to. I think youâre fun and we had a really good time but I donât know if I can handle being one of the many. When I overheard someone talking about sleeping with youâŠâ you shook your head, âI was sick to my stomach even though I have no right to feel that way. Does that make sense? And Iâm not like saying,â you gestured your arms about, â⊠that Iâm already attached or anything. Itâs just I am not cut out for being with someone whoâs also sleeping with others. So itâs better to cut our losses. My losses⊠before I actually get hurt.â
Harry could understand that. Heâd dealt with this before. Girls getting jealous of other girls. And so then at that point, it was time to part ways as amicably as possible. Because Harry was a single man and not ready for commitments like that. His only commitments were finishing his thesis, getting his doctorate, and working toward opening his own practice one day. That was where his heart was. Not with any one girl who might come along. Perhaps one day heâd settle down. After he met all his lifeâs goals first.
But looking at you and your pretty eyes, the ones that had him in a trance, the ones he couldnât stop thinking about that had him canceling on another girl⊠well he was quite torn. He didnât know what he was feeling exactly. All he knew was that he had a plan, a path heâd forged and would continue on until he got what he wanted. And never in that plan did he imagine meeting someone along the way who could disrupt any part of that.
âI wish youâd reconsider.â
You shook your head as you looked at his soft green irises, wondering if that would be the last time youâd get to see them up close. You wanted to repeat his words to him. I wish youâd reconsider. Because thatâs what it would take. You couldnât do casual and youâd drive yourself mad knowing he was sleeping with others. There was nothing wrong with Harry. In fact he was quite astonishing and impressive. But that would only make the eventual parting even worse for you and so you figured it was better this way. It would be nice to have him again but youâd just be falling deeper into that hole. You knew yourself all too well.
Your Uber had arrived and you smiled up at Harry, âI canât. I found myself thinking about you too much and just imagining how itâd be if we did more⊠Iâd really be a mess. But truly, youâve been so great, Harry. I wish you all the best.â
You climbed into the back of the black Toyota and Harry thought he should stop you. He thought he should climb in after you and tell you that you were making a mistake. That he really didnât know what he was doing but he couldnât just let you leave like that. He could figure it out if he did it with you.
But God, what was he thinking? Why would he do that? He didnât know you well enough to be making such big decisions that could derail the very rigid plans heâd already made for himself. So he let you go. He watched as the car took you down the street until you were out of sight completely and he felt like something was missing. For the first time ever there was a pit in his gut, an obstruction that had him faltering. Had he just fucked up? Or had he done something that was for the better?
He honestly didnât know.
.          .          .
The university you attended was like a small town. Thousands of people attended classes and milled about the campus every day. And despite how many people there were gossip was quickly and easily spread. It shouldnât have surprised you because if there was one thing a college girly was good at, it was gossiping and learning more details about gossip they heard. And who happened to be one of the most talked about grad students on campus? To your utter dismay, the name of one of the most popular and attractive guys at university was Harry Styles. Youâd never paid much attention to it before you met him. But now every time his name came up you were all ears.
Now you didnât go believing all the things you heard in general. Most gossip was easy enough to ignore or brush off as inconsequential or probably a downright lie. But your ears did perk up when you were at a frat party and you heard Harryâs name mentioned. And the only reason you even heard it was because your roommate was chatting with a girl who was talking about him.
âYeah, I guess Harryâs been seeing people but not doing anything with them. Like he brings them to his place or whatever and then he just freezes and apologizes but Lora said, and Iâm just saying what I heard from her, that he really liked some chick and she didnât want to see him again and he canât get over her or something?â
âThatâs interesting. I heard he canceled on someone a month ago- Amyâs friend who hung out with him once. So maybe this has been going on since then?â
Your roommate turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes and you knew what she was thinking. But even if the part about him being upset over some âchickâ was true, certainly that had nothing to do with you.
âI heard the same thing,â another girl chimed in, âMy brother is in a class with him and he said Harryâs been kind of down I guess.â
âYour brother takes note of his mood?â One of the girls laughed.
âOh yeah. Only because I ask about him. When I found out he had a class with Harry I was like tell me everything!â She laughed.
You had a feeling that most of what you were hearing was false. Harry was so confident and just having a good time you couldnât imagine heâd freeze up around anyone like that.
As the night went on, the frat house became packed with people. Dancing bodies, music, drugs, alcohol, hookups⊠You were there for the dancing and alcohol part. Your roommate had her eye on the debate team champ, Alex, and was hoping to get lucky finally (theyâd been kind of playing a cat-and-mouse game that she was ready to finish once and for all).
You kept your drink in hand the whole time. Only refilling when necessary and trying not to get too wasted. That was never cute and it was also dangerous. But you loved dancing and letting loose with others who were just as bad at dancing as you were. It was fun to not worry about what you looked like because no one really cared.
Except that when you heard Guntherâs voice from behind you and felt his sticky hand on your arm you wanted to vomit, âLook so good, Y/nâŠâ
He was drunk. His voice was slurred and you were annoyed at his presence. You pulled away from him but being the nice girl you were you smiled and made small talk for a bit as you kept moving your hips to the music.
âCome back to my room again tonight. Miss this mouth,â he plucked at your lip and you swatted his hand away, the smile on your face dropping instantly. No more nice girl.
âNo thanks.â You turned to leave the area where everyone was dancing to get away but he followed behind.
âOh, come on. You love sucking me off. Youâre so good at it too.â
Finally. A compliment. But of course, it was too little too late and certainly not the time nor the place for such words. Besides, you were no longer attracted to him, and no matter what angle he tried it wasnât going to work.
âGo away, Gunther!â You suddenly snapped at him and he stopped mid-stride and looked at you like you had two heads with horns.
He lifted his hands in surrender, âOkay. Fine. Jesus.â
You turned to make your way to the kitchen for a refill when you saw something that made your heart drop and your stomach bubble in gross shock. It was Harry Styles dancing slowly behind some cute girl, his arms wrapped around her front, leaning down to her shorter height and he was kissing the side of her neck.
Your Harry. The one who had you all gooey and giddy after that âsessionâ. The one who kissed your neck not that long ago. You wished he was dancing behind you like that. You wished you hadnât been so sensitive and that you could throw caution to the wind and not care that he was sleeping with others. You wished you could have just given in that night at the bar and gone back to his⊠But you said no to him. And now here he was with someone else.
You gulped and turned to go to the bathroom instead, Gunther still eyeing you up from the spot where youâd left him.
You stayed in the bathroom for a bit. Not wanting to go out and see Harry and the cute brunette dancing. You knew she was in for a treat later on. But that should have been you. Pouting at yourself in the mirror you felt ridiculous. You knew what it was with Harry. That he was a free and single man and could do as he pleased. You really had no right to feel upset over what youâd seen. Heâd done nothing wrong.
Dumping out the last bit of your drink in the sink you figured maybe it was just time to leave. You didnât want to have to deal with Gunther nor did you feel like seeing Harry all over someone else. Perhaps tonight was just not going to be your night.
As you opened the bathroom door a figure stood in the way and your immediate thought was that Gunther had followed you but as you trailed your eyes upward it was clear the man was taller and you didnât miss the nail polish on his fingers when he gripped the door. Everything stopped. The music, the air around your body, your heartâŠ
âY/nâŠâ That deep voice spoke your name like it belonged on his tongue.
You looked up at him, removing your hand from the doorknob, and gave him a confused smile, âHi Harry. What are you doing?â
He seemed off. Not drunk but maybe not quite sober either? You werenât sure what to make of his behavior as he pulled the door open and stepped into the bathroom, closing it behind himself.
âI donât know what Iâm doing,â he stepped in toward you, your bottom hitting the edge of the porcelain sink, âNothing makes sense lately. Just want to go back to how things were but I canât. Sâlike Iâve got some kind of block. Somethingâs missingâŠâ
You shook your head, not really understanding what he was talking about as he continued.
âI donât know whatâs going on in my head. Are you really still with Gunther?â He looked hurt. Wounded almost.
âNo. After that night at the bar, I havenât talked to him. He just happened to be here.â âYou were dancing with him.â
âWell, not really. I was dancing and then he came up behind me. I was just being nice talking to him but then he said something andâŠâ you scoffed, âWhy does it matter? You were dancing with someone else. And you were all over her. You should be out there with her enjoying yourself, Harry.â
âCanât. Havenât been able to enjoy anyone. Donât want to anymore. Every time I do this now I just⊠canât.â
âBut you were. You were kissing her neck, having fun. Looked quite cozied up to her, Harry. I imagine sheâs waiting for you to return right now.â
âI mean I canât lie to myself anymore. Iâve been kidding myself. I can never go through with it. I donât want her. That was just a show. When I saw you with him⊠itâs dumb. I donât know what Iâm doing, Y/n.â
You sighed and scanned his face. He did seem down, âSo why are you here in the bathroom with me? Did you want to talk to me? Is there something I can do?â
Truly you were racking your brain trying to figure out why he was there and why he was telling you everything he was. Now you werenât a dumb girl, but you would never have assumed what he was about to tell you in his next breath.
âYes. There is somethingâŠâ he swallowed, his soft green irises fixed on your mouth, âCan you kiss me? Just once more. I just need to see something with you. Is that okay?â
You felt dizzy. Felt confused. Felt your breaths shallow as he looked back into your eyes, âWhat? I donât understand. Why?â
Harry softly brushed his knuckles against yours, âBecause I canât stop thinking about you and every time I try to see someone I just see you. And itâs driving me mad and I donât understand it really but I just need to know something and I think if I could kiss you maybe it would help clear up the fog in my brain.â
âThe fogâŠâ you whispered the words back to him and felt his fingertips against yours. And it was suddenly clear to you what he was saying. You were the one who had him all messed up. The âchickâ he couldnât get over. You didnât know how it was possible or why but it was and he was begging you with his eyes and his fingertips. The heat of him standing only inches away from you was beckoning you to give in. Â
When you wound your fingers through his and gently pulled him closer, your lashes fluttering up at him, you saw a light in his eyes, a sparkle of something like wonder and hope and relief. The strange nervous, tense energy you spotted when he first walked into the bathroom with you was suddenly gone.
He brought a hand up to your face, his long fingers curving around to the back of your neck, âItâs okay? I can kiss you, Y/n?â
âYes. Itâs okay, Harry.â
Closing his eyes, a shaky breath fell from his mouth as he relieved his lungs of the pressure in his chest and you braced yourself for his lips on yours but it wasnât at all what you expected. It wasnât rushed or filled with filth and lust. It wasnât slobbery with an excited tongue finding its way into your mouth or teeth colliding in haste.
No. It was filled with warmth and it was soft, slow. He pressed his lips to yours and ran his thumb gently over your cheekbone, inhaling deeply. He squeezed your hand and lulled his lips up and down to the edge of your mouth and delicately swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. The warmth created embers as you parted your lips and ran your tongue against his and your heart lobbed in your chest at the emotion and the meaning you felt pouring from him.
He refused to rush the kiss, slowly opening and closing his lips against and around yours, softly licking and breathing and touching your face and your hand. And when you let out a small whimper the embers caught on fire and his hips were against yours and the fingers at the back of your neck held your face against his as he worshipped your mouth and you felt his nose nudge into yours before he gasped and spoke, keeping his eyes closed, âItâs you. Itâs what I want. All I want. I knew it.â
You blinked your eyes open and cupped his jaw, âHarry⊠what do you mean?â
With his eyes still shut he sighed, âI just mean itâs you that I canât move on from. I canât describe it right now but youâve done something to me and I need more of it.â
In most circumstances, those words would be music to your ears. But you were terrified of getting hurt. Terrified that he was just confused and if you entertained whatever this was heâd realize it wasnât all that deep and heâd go back to his âtutoringâ. Because he had said that when he first got into the bathroom with you. That he just wanted things to go back to how they were. And if you were just a means to an end, well, you didnât want to be part of that, for your own sake.
âSo youâre hoping that now things can go back to how they were before me? Yeah?â
Harryâs eyes opened and he looked down at you, shaking his head, âNo. They canât. I canât. That kiss, Y/n⊠Was exactly what I thought. Can we get out of here? Go somewhere and talk?â
He was convincing. How could he not be? His irises were brighter and greener than they were before you kissed him and the thumb he smoothed over your jaw and to your earlobe had you melting, relenting. So you nodded to him and said your goodbyes to the two friends you arrived at the party with, following him outside, keeping your hand in his the whole time.
Your dorm room was closer so you decided to go there and it was like you were walking through a scene in some surreal movie that you couldnât wait to find out what the ending was going to be. But before you could even get to your dorm, Harry had you against the wall at the art building, and the rush and the lust that you hadnât quite gotten earlier in the bathroom was suddenly burning all around you.
Wet lips and hasty, shaky hands, hips pasted together away from the streetlamp that illuminated the sidewalk only feet from you⊠A heart-racing blur. Nipped lips and stifled moans, heaving chestsâŠ
And then a hurry to get to your building and find your way up to your room before the dizzy haze of Harry enveloped you again and it was all-consuming. You couldnât peel yourself away from him and his lips found your neck and your skin and you pushed your hand under his shirt to touch his warm chest.
But he parted from you with a gasp, his chest rising and falling so rapidly his lungs were likely struggling to keep up.
âIâm sorry. That⊠Y/n I just really really like you.â
Pulling your hand from his chest you nodded at him and shifted on your bed so you could sit to your bottom next to him, âI like you too, Harry.â Obviously.
He ran a hand through his hair and nodded as he looked down at his lap and then dragged your hand over his thigh, sliding his fingers between yours, âI mean I want to be with you. I canât even think about anyone else. I donât want anyone else.â
You watched as Harry drew his fingers over your knuckles and between your digits then pressed his palm against yours.
âBut⊠so you donât want to like have what you had before? Like all the girls and the⊠you know,â you breathed out a laugh that was full of nerves, âThe sessions? Werenât you just having fun?â
He shook his head and turned to look at you, âIt was fun. But it wound up just being kind of empty after a bit. Didnât really get what I was looking for. I mean at first, I didnât even know what I was looking for. But you know how you said you gave Gunther one last shot because you were hoping for some kind of connection?â
You nodded as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering where he was going with all of it. Was he really about to say what you thought he was?
âI realized thatâs what I was looking for. And you⊠Y/n thereâs just this thing with you. I never connected with someone like that before. I never felt so⊠I canât like describeâŠâ he paused as he collected his thoughts, âBreathless? Or like⊠achy here,â he lifted a hand to his chest over his heart, âItâs this stinging dread, just a hopeless feeling. I never cared if someone didnât want to see me again. But I cared a lot when you didnât want to. It hurt.â
Those were the kinds of feelings you felt when you liked someone who didnât like you back. It was that exact description that you were worried about with Harry. You were worried youâd feel all that and then heâd be with someone else the next week. It was for fear of that very thing. But he was feeling it. That devastation.
âI understand exactly. Thatâs why I didnât want to see you again. Because I was worried Iâd start to feel that too. And it hurts so much that it was easier to part ways before it got to that point. So I get it.â
âI donât want to do it anymore. With anyone else. Iâm done. And Iâm so close to what I want⊠my degree. So I thought it was too much to focus on just one person but I think I was wrong. Itâs a lot of work having people come and go. Maybe itâs better to just have someone I can trust and someone whoâs there for me. Just one person who I feel a real connection with.â
You swallowed the lump down your throat and your tummy was in knots. It truly did feel like you were in a surreal movie scene all dreamy and untidy with bursts of vivid colors and soft stringed music slowly intensifying as the minutes drew on.
âWould you want that with me? To see what happens? Iâm not saying it would be like a fairytale or anything but like⊠just a normal relationship. Get to figure out what this is between us and learn about each other. Just the two of us.â
âSo, me and you?â
âYeah. Me and you. Not something casual. Iâd only want to see you.â
You hadnât imagined your night going in this direction and it still felt like you were about to have a director enter your room and yell cut! It didnât quite feel real but it was. Harry was sitting next to you on your bed with his hypnotizing bright green eyes on you, caressing your fingers and your palm with his.
âOkay. Yeah,â you breathed out your words and Harryâs pink lips turned upward in a boyish smile complete with adorable dimples and you couldnât help but return the expression but it only lasted for a second or two before his lips were pressed against yours again.
Everything about him was intoxicating. His body against yours, his hands on your face and squeezing your hip as he laid you both down in your small bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he ran his tongue over the seam of your lips and it turned into something dirty and desperate, your hands grabbing at him and his fingers trailing under your shirt.
He squeezed at your bum, your jeans blocking him from feeling you unencumbered and then he parted from the kiss, his hair all wild and strewn about from your fingers, âCan we do this here? Is your roommate coming back?â
You looked at the clock on the table at the side of the room and it was well past 2 in the morning. You honestly werenât sure if she was coming back but you knew she had hopes of going back to Alexâs place. But you also didnât care. At least not in that moment with Harry right there with you, his scent all over your body, his jeans unzipped, and his shoes somewhere in your room.
âI donât know. She might be out all night. Just⊠If she comes back weâll cover up,â you laughed. You had once again lost your mind. Harry seemed to have you in some lusty trance you couldnât break. Didnât want to break.
Harry ducked down to kiss your neck as he fit himself between your legs, the bed squeaking under the sudden shift of weight. You could feel his open pants against your hip. Youâd gotten a bit carried away when you were making out and undid them for him, to which he laughed but didnât stop you. And now, that convenient thing was seductively calling to you as you reached your hand down to push at his pants.
âIn a hurry are we?â He looked down at your hand and then at your face.
âNot really. I donât know. I just want⊠you.â
Harryâs lids were heavy as he blinked his eyes, âWell you can have me. Whatever you want.â
He pressed the tip of his nose to yours before smearing his mouth against your lips and your fingers were back in his hair once again. Slow and luxurious. Hasty and filthy⊠Harry kissed you like he didnât know which way was best. But you were getting fired up from the way he was doing it. You didnât care, you just wanted it. Wanted his mouth and his tongue, his hands and his body, his moans and his hair between your fingers.
You were hot. Molten underneath him. Your panties were ruined and you were sure he knew what he was doing. Your mind wandered to where youâd put your condoms and then you felt his hands on your hip as he slowly began to slide your shirt upward.
He sat back, plucking at the front of his pants, and then put his hands back on your waist, âCan I get this off? All of it?â
You nodded and grinned with your lip bitten into your mouth as Harry got rid of your t-shirt and then unbuttoned your pants, âYou too. Can we get your clothes off too?â You spoke as you lifted your hips and let him peel your jeans down your legs.
Harry grinned at you, âAbsolutely. You already did part of the work here anyway,â he laughed as he gestured toward his unzipped pants.
Harry was left in his boxer briefs when the last thing you had to get rid of was your light blue panties. But Harry seemed quite transfixed by the wet spot on the fabric over your pussy. You were so wet the whole of the crotch was clinging to you, outlining what was underneath and Harry slid his thumb over the top of the material and parted his lip before looking up your face, âFuck.â
You panted softly when he bumped into your clit and pressed over the slick spot, âDoes that feel good, Y/n?â
You nodded, âYeah. That feels goodâŠâ
âSo warm and wet for me,â he drew his hand up to the elastic waistband and pulled it downward, âGonna take a closer look. Sâthat alright?â
You were full of nothing but yes as you knocked your head up and down affirmatively and bounced your gaze from his eyes to where he was disrobing the last bit of material covering you.
He pushed out a quick succession of what sounded like a breathy whistle as he took you in with his eyes, his fingertips holding the soft, mushy part of your inner thighs so you stayed spread, âFuck. Fuck, honeyâŠâ he licked his lips and looked up at you as he ran his thumb through your folds, âCan I have some of this again? TasteâŠâ
He sounded almost as delirious as you felt. Taste⊠eat⊠suck⊠fuck⊠whatever he wanted. You nodded, âYes, Harry.â
He leaned over your body, pressing his chest against yours, and kissed your mouth before dragging his lips down your neck and to your tits, stopping to suck and lick each one before he drew his hot mouth downward, sponging kisses over your tummy and to your hips.
Your legs were brought up to drape over his shoulders as he held onto your thighs and then watched you as he licked up from your gushy hole to your clit.
The sounds that fell from your mouth were pitiful. You had an ache that needed to be relieved and it seemed only Harry could do it. Every swipe of his tongue through your crease had you slipping toward the edge of the earth, âHarryâŠâ
You did your best to keep your eyes on his, knowing thatâs what he liked but you couldnât help throwing your head back every time he sucked your clit and rolled it under his tongue. He was better than your clit sucker. He was better than anything or anyone else.
âMmmmâŠâ your attempt at stifling your moans only goaded Harry even more. He drew his lips over your clit and slid them side to side and the pressure that was building in your tummy had you shaking.
âWill youâŠâ you gasped and pulled at his hair, âCan we have sex?â
You had an immediate urge. A need to feel him closer. Wanted him inside of you right then.
Harry lifted his face from your pussy and licked his lips, âYou sure? Youâve had sex before, yeah?â
You laughed and let go of his curls with a nod, âJust with one person. Iâm not very good.â
âIâm sure youâre amazing, Y/n,â he sat back, gently placing your legs down and you pushed yourself to sit up.
âI donât know,â you grinned at him and ran your foot over his thigh, âMaybe you could give me a proper lesson. Think I need tutoring.â
Harry wrapped his palm around your ankle and shot a cheeky eyebrow up, âOh you need tutoring, do you? Well, you didnât sign up for a lesson with me. Think youâre just gonna get a freebie?â He laughed.
You shrugged as he lifted himself and began to pull his boxer briefs down his hips. Your eyes focused on his big cock. You couldnât wait to see whatâd feel like inside of you. You were positive heâd be gentle and give it to you good.
âSo what are you saying? You charge for your services now?â
Harry pursed his lips to the side and smoothed his hands up your calves, âTeaching is hard work, Y/n.â
âI bet. How about just one last lesson? For me?â You bit your lip, rounding your eyes at him.
âFine. Just for you.â
âCondoms are in the top drawer,â you pointed to your dresser, âNever been opened.â
He began to move off your bed but then paused, âNever opened?â
âWell, the guy I slept with had his own and we only did it twice so Iâve never used the ones I bought.â
You watched him walk to your dresser to find the unopened box of Trojans. Harry was so fit and masculine and his ass was gorgeous. He was a work of art from behind but when he turned and walked toward you he was angelic. His toned abs and strong thighs, skin littered with tattoos and bits of hair on his pecs, his handsome face, and of course, the heavy, thick organ between his legs, swollen and hard. Just for you.
He kneed up to you on the bed and handed you the wrapper with the condom, âEver put a condom on a penis before?â He asked as he stroked himself
You shook your head and tore the wrapper open. When you had the rubber in your palm Harry flipped it over, âThis side goes on my tip.â
You brought the condom to his tip and looked up at him as you began to roll the rubber downward but he stopped you, âThatâs good. But first, pinch the top here, like this,â he brought your fingers to the top of the rubber and pulled at it away from his crown, âJust gives a little space for movement and for my come.â
You gulped at the image in your brain of the condom being filled with his come after orgasm. His shaft was wide and long as the rubber was rolled down as far as it could reach.
You looked up at his face and he was watching you closely with a soft smile, âVery good.â
Harry scooted himself between your legs, his knees butting against the back of your thighs as he smeared his fingers through your folds, âWeâll go slow. I want to make sure everything feels good. When you had sex before, did you come?
You shook your head no.
âAnd how did you do it? Was he on top?â
You nodded, âYeah, he was on top of me. It was kind of quick. Both times. I lied and told him I came.â
âOkay. Did he keep your clit stimulated?â He asked as he thumbed at your clit, mushing into it to drive the point home.
You gasped softly, âNo. Never touched it.â
âNot even once? What about foreplay?â He circled your bud and the slickness from your pussy began to coat his fingers.
âWe just made out and he fingered me and I did get wet. But he never touched⊠ohhhâŠ.â Harry slid two long fingers into your entrance and you looked down to view the spectacle.
His hand was wet with your arousal as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly, âSo youâve just had a string of bad lovers. Iâm gonna do my best to make up for it.â
You sighed as he dragged the pads of his fingers along your front wall before pushing them back into his knuckles, âYouâre so wet and ready. You deserve to feel good, Y/n. Deserve to have someone care for you.â
You ticked your hips upward slightly and Harry pumped into you a bit harder, the gushy noises of your pussy getting fingered sounded dirty but so good.
When he pulled his fingers from you he held the base of his shaft in his palm and smoothed his free hand up your tummy, âWeâll start off with you on your back. Iâm going to go in gently. Okay?â
You nodded and shot your eyes down to his cock and then back up to his face.
âThere you go, just keep your eyes on me. Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.â
Harry pulled at your hand and brought your fingertips over your mound, âRub your clit the way that feels best for you. Okay?â
âMmhmmâŠâ you nodded and slid your fingers over your nub as you kept your eyes on his.
The initial stretch of your slick muscle around his thick head had you gasping. He inhaled through his teeth and pressed in slowly, âYour body is so turned on. That feels all right, yeah?â
âYes⊠feels good.â
âYeah? Feels good for me too.â He was breathy as he sunk into you and then pulled back a few inches, looking down at where your bodies were connected, half his cock buried inside of you.
And it surprised you how thick he was and how much of him you felt. Youâd always heard you donât feel much when thereâs a penis inside of you but Harryâs penis was definitely working into you and spreading your insides apart.
With your fingers delicately running over your bud you moaned, âOh god⊠HarryâŠâ
He gripped your thighs and pulled you closer before shifting himself over you, âWeâre gonna make sure it feels so good okay? Youâre kind of shallow and I can feel the resistance at this spot here,â he rutted in and you gasped, âLike that⊠depends on where you are in your cycle could be shallower or more space, but Iâm only gonna push in as far as is comfortable for you.â
He had his hand on your cheek as he spoke, âStill feels okay right now?â
You nodded, âYes. You can go deeper. Wanna feel it.â
Harry groaned softly and pressed his lips to yours. You had to pull your hand away from your clit because his pelvis was taking the place of where your fingers were. When he plunged himself in further you felt a delicious pinch and you panted into his mouth.
âDonât want to hit your cervix. Usually, itâs not comfortable. Iâm getting in there pretty deep, though. You okay?â
âPlease⊠itâs okay.â You did want to feel it. Wanted to have him stuff you full and make you ache and burn and wince in pain. The dildo you used always hit your cervix and you didnât mind the way it felt. Some days you liked it more than others, depending on how horny you were. And in that moment, youâd never been hornier. You wanted to feel him ruin you.
Harry let out a breathy laugh and pushed himself up so he could look into your eyes, âYou want to feel it, honey?â
Nodding your head you felt him spread you apart and fuck into you with one deep rut. Your body bounced upward and you gasped.
He stilled his hips and stayed buried inside of you, his hand on your cheek, âThatâs it right there, Y/n. Canât get it in any further. You like that?â
It was obvious you did. The look on your face told him as much. Your eyes were fluttering and your mouth dropped open as you lifted into him, mushing your clit against his solid pelvis, âMmm yeahâŠâ
Harry swallowed as he watched your features soften then and scrunch with every thrust. He smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip and you licked at the pad of his digit before you wrapped your lips around it and he was in awe of how filthy you really were when he felt your nails dig into his back.
âSâhurt, honey? At all?â
You moaned around his thumb, your eyes blinking up at him, and nodded before hitching your leg up over his hip to indicate you still wanted more, pushing him in closer with the heel of your foot.
So you wanted it to hurt. At least a little anyway. Harry wasnât going in hard and he wouldnât. Not yet. Not until he learned exactly what you liked and what your body needed first. But every time he bottomed out you grunted and sucked on his thumb harder and he was losing it.
âFuck⊠youâre so hot, Y/n. Look at you with your lips wrapped around my thumb. You just needed something to suck on, didnât you? And you feel so good around me. So wet and warm, honeyâŠâ
Youâd never had a manâs fingers in your mouth. You had no idea what you were doing but when Harry slid his thumb over your bottom lip it just came naturally to you. To pull it into your mouth and it was⊠god it was taking you over the edge. And he seemed to like it as you swiped your tongue around his skin.
But better yet? His cock. You were so full and it was so incredible to have him like that. The other guy you slept with was fine. But now youâd never want âfineâ again. Not after this. Not with the way Harry was pulling himself back and then rocking into you, every plunge better than the last. He didnât pound into you or try to race to the end. He wanted to make it good for you.
He began to pant deeply, his gasps lined with moans as his thrusts became clumsy and he stilled his hips before pulling his thumb from your mouth, âLetâs get you on top. Okay? Wanna watch you ride me and let you take control. Bet youâre gonna be good at it, arenât you?â His irises scanned your face as he spoke, his thumb at your cheekbone dragging upward.
âI donât know? I hope soâŠâ you breathed as he nudged himself upward, deeper, âI do wanna be good for you.â
Harry moaned, âYeah? You are good for me, honey. My favorite. You donât even realize how good you are but Iâm gonna keep telling you til you believe it. Okay?â
Your eyes were heavy and your body was hot. You nodded and let out a breathy, âOkayâŠâ
âThatâs right. Now weâll have you get on top. Wanna watch my pretty girl get herself off on my cock.â
You felt him slide out of you and you looked down at his long condom-covered dick, coated in your juice. Everything smelled of sex as he dipped down and kissed your mouth before climbing next to you and lying down. He pulled at your hips, bringing you over his lap as you placed your palms on his chest and settled your pussy down at the base of his shaft. You wrapped your palm around him and slid it up and down to feel the rigidness of him. He was so hard and thick it made your mouth water.
With his fingers still at your hips he squeezed gently, âDepending on your angle itâs gonna feel very deep. Sometimes it can ache a little bit because Iâll be tucked up into your cervix,â he moved one hand toward the front of your low tummy, âBut you can control how deep I get. Can even tilt your pelvis downward which will give your clit more stimulation. Might make it easier for you to come.â
You looked between your legs as you lifted your hips and rocked forward so you could press your entrance over his cock but then you felt his hand on your chin, directing your sight back to him, âKeep your eyes on me. Want to see your face while youâre pushing me inside of your pretty cunt, okay?â
You nodded and began to push yourself down. He fit inside of you so nicely. All snug and warm, packed inside of your guts. Every inch you took you could feel stretching your wall apart.
Keeping your eyes on his you raised your hips upward and then sunk down further to adjust, letting out a puff of breath as your lips parted until your bum was seated on his lap, his cock stuffing you to the brim.
Harry moaned, âYes. Good fucking girl,â he made sure to praise you as much as he could because he noted how your eyes lit up every time he did it. Pulling at your hips, he brought your pelvis downward, âThis is kind of like the starting position. You only need to grind and rub upward, donât even have to lift off of me. Just slide in toward my belly button,â he pulled at you, causing you to drag upward on his cock but keeping your clit down against his pelvis, âSee? Feels good cause you can keep your clit stimulated this way too. Letâs do this for a bit. Just get used to the motion here and do what feels good.â
It was easier than you thought. Your knees and shins were pressed into the mattress along the sides of Harryâs hips as you slid yourself upward. Youâd always imagined it being some crazy acrobatic feat where you sat like a frog and bounced up and down like a pornstar. But this? This you could do. And it felt so intimate. Your palms were pressed into his chest, his hands moved down to your ass as he assisted you along his shaft and then back along to his base.
âTell me how it feels, honey. The look on your face says you like it but want to make sureâŠâ
You rocked your hips, gripping around him and pulling upward with your eyes on his, âItâs⊠god⊠it feels so good, HarryâŠâ
âFeels good for me too. Love this angle,â he moved a hand up to your breasts and palmed at your nipples as you continued fucking yourself on him.
When youâd gotten into the movements and found a rhythm you could hear the wetness coming from your pussy every time you slid up and down his cock.
Harry continued smoothing his hand over your tits, âIf you really want to feel me deep, lean back a bit.â
Pushing yourself to sit upright you adjusted your hips and the new angle had him deeper than he was before. You hissed as you swiveled your hips and Harry grunted, running his hand back down to your low tummy, âHowâs that feel?â
âItâs kind of achy, but feels really good,â you spoke softly, looking into his eyes as you shifted your pelvis.
âGod youâre taking me so well, honey⊠Look so gorgeous on top of me, pretty tits in my face, fucking yourself on my cock... making yourself feel good.â
Everything felt good. You were sure it was because of Harry. All the nice things he was saying had your head spinning and your heart thrashing.
He knew of course that you didnât need instructions. You might not have had as much experience as he did but sex was something that came naturally for most. And you were so into it and your innate eroticism was shining through your more reserved demeanor.
Harry began to thrust upward, rocking into you, sticking himself in deep. He had one hand caressing your tits and the other pressed into your tummy. You werenât sure why he was touching your tummy but when he thrust upward into you sharply you cried out and he pressed harder, âFuck! Youâve got me so deep inside of you, honey. You wanna feel this?â
You reached your hand down to where his was, your hips writhing over him as he punched himself upward and you gasped when you felt the bulge in your tummy under your palm. He did it again and moaned with you, âOh my god!â
You could feel his cock pressing through you when you put enough pressure on your tummy with your hand.
âCome here,â Harry wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck and pulled you down, making you tilt toward him and smeared his lips against yours. The angle where you could rub your clit on his pelvis was the best. It felt so good and you began to rock yourself over him with whimpers into his mouth.
Harry smiled into the kiss, âBet youâve humped your pillow before. So you know how to do this. Sliding over my cock so perfectly, Y/n.â
You pushed your palms into his chest and rolled down over him, hips pasted to his. Your orgasm was already beginning to build and singe in your body as you nodded.
His hands were on your hips as he let you take control and ride him how you wanted, âI knew it. Already have experience with this position, yeah? You wanna come, honey? You gonna fuck yourself on my cock til youâre seeing stars?â
You moaned and nodded with your lips parted.
âThatâs right. You already know what to do. Now hump it like a good girl. Show me how you do it, honeyâŠâ
Harryâs words were so sweet and yet filled with filth. You loved the way he spoke to you with such care but he could turn it so dirty in a heartbeat. Likening you riding his cock to humping your pillow somehow just pushed you over the edge. And you definitely saw stars as your face twisted up and you choked out his name, âHaaarrry! Harry! Yes!! OhhhhâŠâ
Your pulsing insides encased Harryâs cock and he let you take what you needed as he moaned and watched your tits bounce and sway with every rock of your hips until his balls were squeezing tight and his throbbing cock couldnât resist the way you gripped around him.
You didnât hear Harryâs grunts or his breathy moans as he pumped into you. You didnât see his face contort in pleasure as he kept his eyes focused on you, the pretty girl coming on his cock. You didnât take note of how when heâd fully emptied himself into his condom he was still watching you in awe as you were breathlessly panting over him, still coming around him, milking every last bit of him out into the rubber that separated your wet cunt from his thick shaft.
You didnât notice any of that until you finally caught your breath and felt your body tremble as you looked down at him and felt his fingertips digging into the meat of your hips and saw his heavy eyes watching you. You were going to apologize about how you forgot to look at him when you were coming but he pulled you down over his chest and held you against himself. You could feel his heart beating in his chest and his lungs filling with air on every inhale.
He smoothed his hand down your back and to your bottom, âYou okay?â
You puffed out a laugh against his chest. It was funny because obviously you were more than okay. Youâd just come so hard your ears were ringing and your vision had nearly gone black just before. Your entire body was limp and wobbly over him as he caressed your bottom and your back.
âFuck, honey. You came so hard. Did so good.â
You sighed and smiled to yourself as you pushed your hands into his hair, âI did?â
âMmm⊠so good, Y/n. Deserve an award for that one.â He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations in his chest against yours.
Smoothing a hand down to his pec you lifted your head to look at him and laughed, âWhat kind of an award?â Â
Harry slid his hand up to your face, âOne of those gold star stickers teachers use. I think Iâve got a pack of them actually. Could put it on your t-shirt so everyone knows how good you are.â
The filthy grin on his face had you giggling, âYou do not have a pack of gold stars. Do you?â
His smirk widened, âI do actually. And I know a girl who loves being praised who I can use them all on. Maybe weâll even get you an ice cream.â
You shook your head with a smile on your face, âWhat if I want kitten stickers instead?â You teased.
Harry inhaled and turned his gaze to look at the ceiling before looking back at you, âActually⊠I think I have kitten stickers.â
You laughed, making Harry laugh with you.
âOkay then. Tomorrow you owe me some kitten stickers and ice cream.â You would be asking him later why he had stickers in the first place.
Harry softly pinched at your bum, a lazy grin on his face, âYour roommateâs not gonna freak out if she comes back and Iâm here?â
âNah. I donât see why she would. Long as youâre not naked.â
Harry chuckled, âAnd you donât mind if I stay here either?â
âIâd like it if you stayed.â
âThen Iâll stay.â
âGood,â you bit your lip and trailed your fingers over the sparrow tattoos at his clavicle as you gazed into his eyes full of affection.
âThen tomorrow you get kitten stickers and ice cream for being such a good girl.â
âAnd maybe a little bit more of you too? Since I was so good?â
âJust a little bit more is all you want?â
You laughed through your nose, âOkay a lot more of you then.â
âOkay, itâs settled. Kitten stickers, ice cream, and a whole lot of me.â
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slow cooking a lighthearted modern au where esen and baoxiang are pining after their friends ouyang and ma, respectively. but due to a ~wacky misunderstanding~ (read: chronic heteronormativity) they think ouyang and ma are dating each otherâobviously thatâs why ouyang is always going over to her place, right?
esen is in denial about his feelings and extremely supportive of ouyangâs relationship (he avoids talking about it or thinking about itâout of respect to ouyangâs privacy ofc). baoxiang thinks ouyang is in denial about his own sexuality and using ma (he has formulated a 12-step plan to Remove Ouyang that he will enact When The Time Comes).
then one day: baoxiang and ma are hanging out (spa day), esen and ouyang are also hanging out (sporting event(?)) and they all decide to meet up at that new restaurant afterwards. as they arrive, ma and ouyang are texting, they tell baoxiang and esen âhey my partner got us a table.â so baoxiang and esen follow them to the table expecting to see the other couple already seated there. but itâs just zhu.
(they both have met zhuâthey thought she was just maâs roommate. in reality sheâs maâs fiancĂ©e and ouyangâs queerplatonic d/s situationship.) (they also realize neither of them has ever actually seen ma and ouyang interact for an extended period of time. it becomes immediately apparent that ma dislikes ouyang and ouyang doesnât even know her name.)
#au where wang baoxiang is stupid. for my mental health#idk if this is satisfying ending since no oneâs situation improved at all#except arguably ouyang who is no longer on baoxiangâs hit list#(at least not for that reason)#surprise spicy subplot:#baoxiang is tutoring a transfer student for a few university courses#he struck a deal w the kid to help him practice his korean#(he thinks ma is korean. because of the misunderstandings u see.)#so they start doing the tutoring sessions in korean#ayushiridara: hyung~ if u rly wanna impress this girl i can help u practice some other stuff đ#baoxiang: i already know how to do the other stuff#somehow they end up in bed together anyway#ok the end#the radiant emperor#my fic#sorta#feels like this should go in the groupchat#but in a fandom this size i guess the tag is the group chat
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"Phi, please relax. Are you nervous?"
âTHE MIDDLEMAN'S LOVE · Episode 1
#middleman's love#the middleman's love#middleman's love the series#yim pharinyakorn#tutor koraphat#tutoryim#maijade#middlemansloveedit#thai bl#thai drama#bl drama#bl series#my edits.#god's favourite to clown communication (currently v one-sided)#they should check the carbon monoxide detectors in this office
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