#rough!harry

[naeminaeri]

consider: kim AND harry midriff

[mustasekittens]

good news harry i think that bi awakening just happened

[cherry-pop-elf]

Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

[moonyeyedstar]

Masterlist

Kinktober 2024

Ao3

** is smut

Remus Lupin

*Be Mine- V-day*(Professor Lupin)

*First-Time*(Marauders Era)

*Thigh-riding*(Professor Lupin)

*Punish You*(Professor Lupin)

*Extra Help*(Professor Lupin)

*Forgive Me, Father*(Priest Remus)(pt1)(pt2)

*Hide*(Professor Lupin)

*Daddy's Girl*(Stepdad Remus)

*Full Moon*(Professor Lupin) (pt2) (pt3)

*Experiment*(Remus Lupin x James Potter)

Sirius Black

*Skinny Dip*(Marauders Era)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 1)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 2)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 3)

*Relax, Love,*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Truth*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Lap Dance*(Older Sirius)(Kinktober Day 14)

*Kinktober Day 22: Daddy Kink*(Stepdad Sirius)

Wolfstar

Under the Mistletoe-Wolfstar Xmas(Remus POV)

*Attention*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Marauders Era)

*Starved*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Post Hogwarts Marauders)

*Kinktober Day 17- First Time Anal/ Praise Kink*(Older Wolfstar x Younger f!reader)

James Potter

*Cheer Up*(Marauders Era)

*My Brother's Best Friend*(James Potter x Y/n Black Marauders Era)

*Distraction*(Marauders Era)

*Experiment*(James Potter x Remus Lupin)

*Tit Fucking*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 1)

*Body Worship*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 9)

Marauders

*I Want You Both*(Remus Lupin x James Potter x Reader)

*Happy Birthday*(Poly Marauders x Reader)

*Orgy*(Poly Marauders ft Lily Evans, Mary Macdonald , Marlene Mckinnon x Reader)(Kinktober Day 2)

*Kinktober Day 31: Creampie/Cum Eating*

Marlene Mckinnon

*Victory*(Marauders Era)

*Face Riding*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 12)

Lily Evans

*Kinktober Day 15: Breast Worship/Nipple Play*(Dom Lily)(Marauders Era)

Severus Snape

*Virgin*(Professor Snape)

*Cockwarming Parts 1+2*(Professor Snape)

*Valentine's Day*(Professor Snape)

*Detention*(Professor Snape)

*Meeting*(Death Eater Snape ft. Lucius Malfoy)

*Good Girl*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Older Narcissa Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Lucius Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 7: Catches you masturbating*(Professor Snape)

*Kinktober Day 10: Being Recorded/Whips/Glove Kink*(Professor Snape)

Lucius Malfoy

*Assistant*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader)

*Meeting*(Lucius Malfoy ft. Severus Snape)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader ft Severus Snape)

Narcissa Malfoy

*Toys*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Good Girl*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader ft. Older Severus Snape)

*Touch Me*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Restless*(Older Narcissa x Younger Male Reader)

*Picture You*(Kinktober Day 20)(Older Narcissa x Younger f!reader)

Regulus Black

*Thoughts and Prayers*(Kinktober Day 6)

*Kinktober Day 18: Cock Worship*

Tom Riddle

*Teacher's Pet*(Professor Tom Riddle)

*Kinktober Day 11: Gun Kink* (Mafia AU)

Draco Malfoy

*Fooling Around*(Male Reader)

*Stress Relief*(Draco Malfoy x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Minerva McGonagall

*Fantasy*(Professor McGonagall)

Barty Crouch Jr.

*Kinktober Day 19: Corruption/Training Kink*(Older Barty x Virgin Reader)

Oliver Wood

*Kinktober Day 16: Shower Sex*

Bellatrix Lestrange

*Kinktober Day 30: Knife Play*

[smuttyaf]

The Camster Couple

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.

wc: 5k

spanking, choking, degradation and rough sex.

It all started on the blue app with the lowercase ‘t’ in the middle. Posting seductive selfies to revealing videos, you built quite the following from these appearances.

Admirers began requesting specific posts to ache their thirst. First it was particular lingerie sets, then prolonged videos touching yourself, soon it escalated into you role playing for the naughty viewers. Reciting everything the strangers would describe on how they’d like to use and abuse you.

But even after fulfilling all those demands, still came the bombarding questions of wanting more.

The requests to become a cam girl started to pour in. The constant debate down your feed about which website you should join. Maybe Chaturbate or Cherry.tv? No… Those weren��t good enough, but you still had time to ponder the idea.

Doing live shows had its advantages and drawbacks. For one, you’re getting paid to touch yourself, your revealing photos and videos will finally have a price on them. But, that doesn’t overshadow the dispute that your face could possibly be shown for everyone to see. You were fearful that maybe co-workers, friends, or even family might find out. However, the conflicting contrast that made you excited was the option to receive gifts. Followers had the ability of viewing your wishlist on certain cam-sites. It gave them the option to go beyond just tipping the model, but appreciating her even more… honestly that feature alone made you like the idea of doing it. But, the one major obstacle that really hinders your decision is your boyfriend; the one who doesn’t know about your second life.

That’s why you find yourself here right now, lounging together in your bedroom with your teeth grinding in your ear. Your eyes flick towards him when running your finger on the notepad; clicking on the search bar, you immediately type in the link to your blog. The familiar desktop background appears making you scroll through a few post till you turn your laptop towards Harry.

“Look at this.” His attention turns towards you placing it on his thighs.

You gaze at him while his fingers press down on the arrow key to move the screen further. “What do you think?” You ask. Warmth spreading throughout your cheeks as you let your hand rest along your stomach fiddling nervously with your tank top.

“I think you want me in trouble,” Harry smirks. He goes to pass the laptop back however you halt his movements.

With nervous smile adorning your lips, his expression transitions into one of confusing eyes, questioning your behaviour.

“I think you need to look closer.” You insist, finger dragging down the notepad. He scoffs, sight trailing back to the pictures on the fuzzy screen.

Harry doesn’t even listen at first, letting himself look over your unopened tabs that range from PrettyLittleThing to Xvideos. The glimpse of porn sites didn’t faze him, what does are the tabs that read “Most profitable webcams sites?” and “Best webcam site survey.” Bushy brows lock together, his attention going back to the revealing pictures of… hold on, that looks like your lingerie set… and that beauty mark right there belongs too.

His head snaps, mouth opening slightly with chest beginning to rise with nerves. He wants to be upset, wants to shut the laptop and demand answers but the growing bulge in his pants directs him otherwise, because as much as he should be angry right now that his girlfriend of eight months was taking provocative pictures of herself to upload on the internet, he was aroused.

“Since when?” Harry mutters, swallowing hesitantly. His gaze going between you and the picture of your chest displayed on the screen.

The look on his face is giving you anxiety. Heart pounding in its cage. You’re back to biting down on your bottom lip, diverting your attention to the highlighted keys.

“It’s been two years…” You mumble, finding the bottom of your laptop more interesting in this moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrug your shoulders. You didn’t have a reason, you never thought your pictures would blow up and gain so much traction And you never thought you would get bombarding comments about wanting to see more of yourself. You groan, taking your finger away from the machine and running them through your hair, dramatically slouching your body into the bed frame.

“If you want to break up with me I totally understand.” You say, words muffled from your face burying into your crewneck. That makes a hearty laugh leave the brunette, the feeling of his hands gliding up your thigh stirs your head to peek up.

“Baby relax,” He reassures. Blinking at him you nestle deeper into his touch, shifting your body into him as the redness in your face begins to subside.

“You’re not mad?” You question, fiddling with your bottom lip. The thundering in your ear quiets down as you don’t see the angry face of your boyfriend appear. He lets out another light laugh, shaking his head and looking at you in a way that makes you sigh with utter relief.

“I —I’m definitely surprised… and a little upset… I mean you’re my girlfriend and you’ve been posting these but…” He looks between you and the laptop, his lips squeezing into his cheeks before breaking out into a sneaky grin. “You’re so sexy baby, I really can’t be mad.” He reveals, finger pinching your thigh.

The answer causes you to lean forward, arms linking around his shoulders as you press heartfelt kisses across his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry! I know, I know, I should’ve told you but… I was too scared and I’ve been doing this before I met you and… I just didn’t know what you would say,” You rant between kisses, his lips curling into amusement. The warmth of his hands run over your spine comforting you.

“Baby. Relax.” Harry replies, the tone of his voice settling your excited nerves. You quiet down, placing one last kiss on his cheek before looking up at him with shy eyes. “I’m not mad, just wish you told me earlier.” You nod at him pleasantly with smile set on your features.

Your breath draws in slowly with the quiet hum of the laptop sounding in the space. And just like before when you were nervous telling him about your promiscuous account online, you’re back to the bubbling feeling having to tell him the new escapade on your schedule. Clearing your throat, you raise up, licking over your bottom lip and locking your gaze with his.

“I do have one more thing though…”

Harry shakes his head playfully, smirk tugging along his features as he rubs your covered flesh in his palms.

“You want to be a cam girl?” He interjects. Stomach quivers with eyes fluttering in shock, you question were exactly he even got that idea or was it obvious. “It’s in your tabs babe.” Harry continues. Your cheeks go back to burning in embarrassment as you nod your head.

“Yes I want to do that but also…” His brows rise, surprised there is more to the story. “I want to do it with you.”

His features soon resemble yours with burning skin and body shifting under your weight. To your amazement he leans in, lips pressing against yours in a teasing kiss. The racing in your heart relaxes. You really had the best boyfriend in the world.

With the fondness of his lips against yours you pull away, cheerful smile shining as you hum with happiness.

“So… yes?”

Plaid pink skirt with embroidered bralette reflects across the screen as comments fill the message board.

You giggle at the viewers appreciating your half naked appearance. Thanking the many who are tuning in for your first show.

The sound of the sink cutting off in your adjoined bathroom rings through the space, it only makes you smirk at the events about to happen.

“I did say I have a surprise for my opening night.” Black letters roll in questioning the news. “I thought I would do it with a special someone.”

Harry’s footsteps sound through the room when he moves his way towards the bed. His hands going to your calves hanging off the frame and playfully tugging you down. It causes a smile to spread on your lips as you kick him away.

“Let’s start shall we.”

You adjust the frame of your laptop so it can hide Harry’s face as he slips in behind you. His fingers gracefully falling on your hip as you adjust to make space for him on the bed.

“I think they’re jealous.” Harry says, head leaning in to look at the comments reacting to him.

You watch his expression change as his eyes rake over the messages; jaw clenching with lips pressed tight together. You can tell he wasn’t pleased with whatever people were saying.

“I have to agree I’m mad too,” He responds to someone. Your face twists in confusion. “She’s been a bad little girl, hasn’t she?” His hand on your hip massages your skin roughly as you register his words.

“Not only deceiving you all, but me as well. So naughty not telling her boyfriend about what she does online.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you turn towards the screen with glint of happiness in your eyes. You know what mood Harry is in.

“She deserves a punishment, doesn’t she?” The hand on your hip leisurely glides into your scalp and grips it in his palm. Your head jerks back while his gaze is still caught on the computer; not even paying attention to what he’s doing.

“I think they’re starting to like me now.” Harry smirks, his other hand going to your breast and gripping it roughly.

The devious tone in his voice makes you whimper, eyes peering up at the ceiling as you let him grope your skin. Fingers transition from kneading it in his palms to twisting your nipples through the thin material.

“Yes, she’s been a very bad girl.” His digits pull away to slap your breast making you cry out. The sound you elect causing him to pull your head back once again, his body shifting from behind to gaze over your expression.

“Such a liar.” He says, eyes peering down as you look at him with pleasure written all over your face.

“You like being a liar, don’t you.” His hand meeting your skin again to pierce another smack against your tits. “Speak!” He orders, adding another blow.

“Yes sir.” You mutter, looking into his forest eyes and biting down on your bottom lip as he places one final slap to your skin.

“Tell me what you are.” Harry says, jerking your head, it makes you flutter your lashes up at him.

You’re too caught up between his freshly washed hair falling over his forehead and chest displaying his tattoos, that you don’t recall him demanding you to answer him again. His biceps flex when he lands another blow against your skin to knock you out of your daze.

“I’m a bad girl.” You tremble. His lips turn into a devilish grin. Hands roaming over your reddening skin.

“Mhm…” Harry hums with eyes searching your overwhelming appearance. “Across my legs.”

He relaxes his hold on your hair, letting you rise up on the bed to comfortably lay across his thighs. Your backside perched itself in the air. The ends of your skirt revealing your bare heat as his hand that once laid marks across your skin rubs against the material of your clothing.

“They’re calling you a dumb slut,” His hands go under your skirt to feel over your ass roughly. “I think I agree.” He smacks the flesh making you chew down on your bottom lip.

“Do you think you’re a dumb slut?” Harry taunts with another mark against your ass.

The atmosphere is influenced with pure lust from each swift, assertive motion of his palm lying roughly into your skin. Harry’s not even waiting for you to answer, he’s just placing blow after blow amongst your cheeks in pure arousal. The sheets underneath his hold ruffles against your body with each thrust.

You bite down harder into your bottom lip, fingers curling into the duvet as your eyes roll in hunger at the furious slaps causing hues of red blossoming under your skin.

“Dumb slut doesn’t know how to answer,” Harry cracks another heavy smack against your ass. High pitch whimper breaks through your lips when you jump at the action.

“Baby,” You cry but that only beckons another sharp slap.

“What’s my name?”

“S —Sir. I’m sorry sir.” You apologize for the mistake as his thundering smacks blaze across your skin.

“Dumb little fuck toy,” One hand leaves your cheeks and trails back into your hair. He’s tugging the strands so you can turn towards the laptop completely.

Catching sight of yourself in the camera your face is blazed red, lips bitten with tears brimming your eyes from the pain and pleasure coursing through your veins. The viewers are seeing you at your most vulnerable. Being taunted with bruises and degrading words, just for you to apologize to the one haunting your skin with waves of pain.

“Say it, say “I’m a dumb little fuck toy”,” Harry gloats. You can see in the view of the laptop his smirk as it’s the only feature that reveals his face. The palm of his hand makes another moan slip out of your mouth as it welcomes itself against your flesh.

He loves watching you wither and moan. He loves seeing your skin flourish with hues of pink from his finger prints leaving their marks, knowing that they will be there for days. He loves that with each smack of his hand you were getting off to it. He loves that if he were to move his position even lower he’ll feel your wet pussy ready for anything he has in store.

“I’m a dumb little fuck toy sir.” You whine, voice muffled from your face press into the sheets.

“Mhm…” Harry hums again, another painful slap burning your skin. “My dumb little fuck toy.” Smoothing his hand over your scorching flesh.

His grip on your hair jerks your head back, painful cry leaving your mouth as the straining sensation in your scalp makes your arms bend to pick your body off his thighs. He draws your head back even further, your legs flexing to move your position to now face him. The hand leaving heavy slaps against your ass sends one roughly across your face.

His jaw is still tense with eyes dilated in dominance. Your legs are now completely aching for his touch to spread over your pussy, just craving attention.

“Don’t you love being my fuck toy?”

You moan at the words, blinking up at him and nodding your head. “Yes sir.” You whimper, sucking on your bottom lip as he looks over your disheveled appearance.

Harry taps your face gently, lips flattening together as the hold he has on your hair pressures your face to meet his. Your tongues immediately exchange fluid as they dance against each other in passionate harmony, the feeling of his muscle running against yours has you moaning into the kiss.

The rough exchange of spit oozes between lips as you push yourself deeper into his embrace. His fingers curling into your hair welcoming your adventurous tongue as it glides against the wet expanse of his.

“I love being your fuck toy,” You mumble, pulling away and leaving string of saliva linked between you. His eyes glisten at your confession. It makes Harry smirk at you, his tongue escaping his mouth to sever the translucent connection.

The hand in your hair is breaking the sight between you both. His grip shoves your head directly into his lap, your nose digging into his crotch as his other hand goes back to rubbing your bruised skin.

“I think it’s time to put you to work.” Harry declares, his hold making you roam your face along his erection. Your breath rushing over his clothed shaft as he buries you into his lap.

The notifications of tips rings through the space. Audience entertained that you’re being degraded for their enjoyment. The thought alone arouses you, it made you moan against his cock. Followers and onlookers getting off to Harry completely doing anything that he wants to your body. Accepting the demeaning words that fuels your greed for pleasure, and letting him place as many smacks against your skin.

“Take my cock out.” He instructs, his grip relaxing as he lets you rise up to reach into his boxers.

Your hands glide over his member gracefully, fingers roaming over the thick expanse as your eyes look at him with pure adoration. Angry veins ranging in size roam under the stretched skin of him that has your mind completely hypnotized.

“Look at you,” Harry exaggerates with amusement. He gently slaps your cheeks in light taps, those motions making you smile with moan slipping out.

“Enjoying yourself like the slut you are,” He comments. His grip forcing the space between you and his dick to bring attention to pleasing him.

With fingers still lace in your hair, they effortlessly follow your movements when your head leans forward to pepper wet kisses along his shaft. Plump bitten lips smearing saliva messily over his erection, as they roam all along his length, tongue stretching around the girth.

Your hand goes to cup his balls, letting your mouth pick up motion with each descend down him. Tongue feeling over every inch, swallowing him down coating the expense of him in thick fluid from every stroke.

Your eyes flutter from the familiar feeling of him dragging down your throat. The way he fits so nicely like he was made to be there, it only makes you moan around him in pleasure. You love the way he stretches your throat blissfully, moving gracefully with the added slick. The sensation of him expending the flesh around him has your pussy throbbing for any form of treatment.

The quiver between your legs only increases when the grip Harry has in your hair is roughly forcing you back down his cock. Hips drawing slowly out of your mouth to push back in as he begins to fuck your throat. His nails curl into your scalp when he shoves your head all the way down to the point your nose is brushing against his groin, just letting you take his swift thrusts. His deep voice dripping in honey when satisfying groans pass through his lips.

“Take my dick like the good slut you are.”

Wet, obscure noise sounding throughout the atmosphere as he assaults your throat. His rough hands collecting your hair swiftly as he continues to drag your head up and down his cock. The aggressive lunges he makes with his own hips to meet your mouth causes your chest to burn for air.

Your palms tear away from his balls and run across his upper thighs, eyes barely open from the lack of oxygen running through your system. Your mind goes completely numb to the control he has over your movements.

And just as your nose brushes against his skin once more, he relaxes his grip in your locks, letting his fingers gently bring your head up. Heavy ragged breaths draw from your lips as your lungs ache in pain.

It’s only when you feel one of Harry’s hand leave from your hair to run across your face, that you feel wetness roam amongst your cheeks.

His other hand glides down your backside. Feeling over the bruised skin and slipping it between your legs to run his fingers down your folds. A hesitant breath escapes you with eyes blinking slowly at his dick glistening in your fluid.

“Always so wet for me, huh?” Index finger craving your clit around in circles.

You hum while nodding your head; your mind is in another dimension right now, you’re not even sure if you’re able to form coherent words. Your brain is in a cloudy daze, dancing between the raging sensations flowing through you.

It’s a mix between thrill and greed. You want more of Harry shoving himself down your throat till the point you pass out, you want him to push your face deeper down his cock and have your nails curling into his skin from the lack of oxygen. You want him to ruin you.

“So wet and ready to be used.” Harry states. Another finger occupying his movements, only causing your head to lean forward, broken whimper trailing out of your lips at the added pleasure you’ve been craving. “Be a good little slut for me. Won’t you baby.”

You nod your head, lashes fluttering against the hollows of your eyes while you lean forward and press lazy kisses along his dick. Harry motions continue to rub your clit around his two fingers, spreading your nectar along your folds with swiftness that you can’t help the moan that breaks through your lips.

“Say you’re gonna be a good slut for me.” His fingers continuing their fierce movements.

“I —I’m,” Voice coming out broken and damaged. Harry smirks at that. “I’m gonna be a good slut for you sir.” You manage to say, lips still roaming amongst his length.

“That’s my girl.”

His fingers leave your clit to dip between your folds and spread you open. Lengthy digits thrusting into your pussy slow. He feels the way your velvet walls sink around him, the sweet fluid that you’ve been producing since he’s been lying his hands on you, gliding down every inch of his skin as lets his fingers explore you.

You moan at the feeling of Harry slipping into your pussy provoking more filthy whimpers of pleasure, while your mouth drags down the expense of him.

You’re so turned on from the sensations coursing through you, you don’t even hear the constant pings of tips and comments coming through the chatroom. Viewers appreciate your tousled appearance and beg for more entertainment. They want more exposure of your skin being shown. They want more deafening slaps and disgraceful words, they want to see you wrecked.

Your lips wrap around Harry in a frenzy state, sucking him down your throat just the way you know he likes; tongue lying on the underside and feeling over every prominent blood vessel that blooms along his shaft, throat welcoming the thickness that buries itself deep in your throat till your nose is brushing up against his groin just like before.

As you continue to let pleasure course through you and roam down the span of him, Harry continues playing with your pussy. Lunging his fingers hungrily with your slick cascading down his fingers all the way to his knuckles, fucking his digits into your soiled box that you choke around him, only straining the burn in your throat.

“That’s my good slut.” Harry groans, his fingers curling into your heat as your eyes flutter. “Taking good care of my dick.” He continues to boast.

You hum from the gratitude, relishing in the compliment that’s given, you nod around him in acknowledgment with fingers curving gently into his skin while he continues his tantalizing motions.

“Wanna be an even better slut for me?” He questions. Your mouth drapes up the expense of him, saliva dripping from your lips as you turn to look up at him with swollen eyes and burning cheeks.

“Yes sir.” Nodding while blinking up at him. You’re sure the mascara that coated your lashes is all over your cheeks and streaked along the hollow of your eyes. You’re sure that Harry loves the damage he’s done to you.

“Gonna take my dick like the good girl you are? Huh? Don’t you want to be a good girl?” You moan at the words while nodding your head again at him. Whatever he wanted to do, you allowed. In the mind space your in, he could do no wrong.

“Yes sir.”

You let him push you off his lap and find his place behind you, handling you roughly as his hands leave your hair to position you better in the frame of your laptop. His fingers undo your bralette before pushing your back deeper into the duvet. His hands gliding down the smooth expense before tugging your skirt higher on your hips.

“Such a pretty pussy.” You hear behind you. Cock dragging down your aching heat.

“Please sir, I wanna feel you.” You moan, voice strained and raspy. Harry laughs behind you. Deep chuckle as if he’s amused by your comment. “Please sir, haven’t I’ve been good?” You beg, ass pressing deeper into his cock, that it only allows a smack to go across your cheeks.

“I don’t know, have you?” Pressing his cock between your folds to slide in effortlessly. Your walls expand around him, damaged voice moaning out swears from him filling you up completely as his hips meet your backside.

“Why did you lie to me?” Harry taunts, drawing back till his head is breached between your hole until he thrusts back in aggressively.

“Why did you lie to them?” He continues, his hand leaving your covered hips and bringing your wrist to hold behind your back.

You can only moan at the drastic strikes of his cock in you. He’s barreling down your walls aggressively that you’ve grown completely numb to the pleasure, just letting him manhandle you to the point you’re not even control of your emotions, he’s the one controlling them.

“Answer me!” He demands, his chest leaning in to grab your hair in his hands and twist your head to look directly into the camera.

“Tell them, tell me, why’d you lie.” Your eyes float over the colourful screen with black words darting up and down. There’s tears brimming your eyes at his thickness abusing your hole so roughly.

“I don’t know sir.” You whine, your free hand not in Harry’s grasp is curling into the duvet as he pounds away at your cervix.

“You don’t know?” He questions, continuing to bruise your pussy restlessly. You shake your head in his hold while whimpering at the pleasure. “You want me to give you the answer, will that make it easy for you? Hm?” He’s diving down your walls with such violation your mind is in a different place.

“Yes sir, tell me.” You moan into the sheets, the soft light from the laptop is blurry under your gaze.

“Because you’re a dirty slut. Say it, say “I lied because I’m a dirty slut.”” Nodding your head into the sheets you feel lonesome tears begin to run down your face as you let him degrade you for everyone and him to enjoy.

“I lied because I’m a dirty slut.” Crying into the sheets as he continues to stroke your walls dangerously.

“That’s right.” Harry husks, the grip he has in your hair releasing as it runs across your face wiping your tears. “But you’re my dirty slut. My dirty fuck toy.”

Shallow breaths draw in from your clit throbbing in arousal, your pussy continues to accept his thrusts that glide with ease from your nectar, walls enveloping him comfortably as he strides in with rough urgency.

He looks over your features; mascara smeared all over your cheeks, eyes trained dazzlingly at the screen beside you, chest heaving with ease as your backside sounds in the room with the fluid between your legs joining. He loves that he can push you to your limits and you still find pleasure in his devious ways. He loves that you accept his intensity with your own greed for wanting more.

“My pretty fuck toy. Only I can make you feel like this.” His hand coming between your thighs to toy with your clit. Heavy breath releasing from your chest as you dip your head in acknowledgment.

“Making you this needy over my cock. I know you love it.” You whine at the comment, knuckles going white against the bedsheets.

“Yes, fuck, sir, I love it.” Whimpering with gaze completely blurring with tears accepting his intense thrusts.

“My pretty slut.” Harry’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves in rough circles as he continues to drive your nerves up the wall.

The ringing from the laptop doesn’t overshadow the ones in your ears. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with it digging into the sheets. Your thighs quiver against his barreling ones, warm waves of euphoria coat your body in pure ecstasy from your climax overthrowing you.

Harry is grunting behind you, his movements never slowing just continuing their hungry paste. His hand that was wiping away your tears goes to land smacks against your backside to add to your electrifying orgasm coursing through you.

“Want me to make you even prettier? Want me to make you beautiful?” He insinuates, palm leaving another mark against your skin as he fucks you into the mattress.

The addicting sensation clouds over you from being completely disoriented at the assault between your legs. Brain in fuzzy whirlwinds of pleasure at the aftermath of your climax.

“Yes sir.” Whining with every jolt of your body.

“Gonna make you the prettiest toy.”

His hips lunge into you once more, thickness dragging down your walls enticingly before they pull out, his creamy seed runs down your folds in long spurts as he tugs himself off in front of your pussy.

Disappointing cry trails out of your mouth at the disappearance of his cock leaving your heat, but you can feel his cum running down your lips, and you can feel his hands roaming amongst your ass cheeks again.

“Look at you,” Harry smiles breathlessly, his grip over you making your backside face the laptop and display your ruined hole to the viewers.

“Look at how pretty you are.” His hands spreading your cheeks to showcase your pussy dripping in his cum.

There wasn’t much you could even do in the moment, continuing to let him present you as his fuck toy to your followers. The action had you actually smiling smugly into the sheets.

“My pretty girl.” Harry is leaving his place to lean over and press kisses along the side of your face.

And that is how your night ends, with the notifications blaring in the background with tips of your viewers thanking you for your first show.

[littlewinnow]

Like father, like son :)

Bonus ⤵️

[kk1smet]

May I offer you Potter’s penchant for annoying Draco (as usual) and nuzzling on him like a cat?

Part 2 here

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Safeword

masterlist

pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: smut, use of safeword, dom harry, rough sex, a sprinkle of jealousy, maybe possessiveness idk

summary: harry gets a little too rough and you have to use the safeword, harry feels super worried and guilty and gives you sweet aftercare - requested by @pklmngvb

a/n: IMPORTANT - i don't think i have mentioned this in my other oneshots but in all the oneshots with smut, the characters are aged up! the reader and character are above eighteen! anyway, thanks for the request, i hope you enjoy :)

song: you get me so high - the neighbourhood

You were straddled on Harry's lap as he kisses you roughly. He grips your waist and pulls you closer to him, if that was even possible. His tongue explores your mouth for what feels like the millionth time. Your hands play with his hair since you know he enjoys that.

Harry was angry today since no one believed him when he said the ministry was hiding things from everyone. He even saw a newspaper Ron showed him where he is called 'The Boy Who Lies'.

You two got to where you are now when he saw some guy trying to hit on you, although you were completely oblivious to this and just thought he was being nice. That was when he snapped.

Harry breaks the kiss and flips you both over, your clothes are already thrown on the floor and so are his. He brings his mouth back to yours before pulling back so his lips were brushing against yours. "Mm, who do you belong to, love?"

He trails his hand down your stomach and as you go to speak, he presses his thumb onto your clit. You let out a moan and he raises an eyebrow. "Hm, I couldn't quite understand that. Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you," you say breathlessly as he rubs his thumb in slow circles.

"Good girl," he kisses you. His teeth softly bite your bottom lip and pull on it. You continue to let out moans against his mouth as increases the pressure of his finger on you

His mouth leaves yours and goes down your jaw to your neck. He sucks and licks at the skin. Your hands tug a bit harder on his hair at the pleasure. Your back arches up a bit but he puts his hand on your stomach and pushes it down. "Keep your back down," he ordered. He grins against your neck and his teeth graze your skin, causing you to shiver.

His lips leave your neck and he kneels down. He licks his lips seeing how wet you are. "Is this all for me, sweetheart?"

"Mhm, all- for you," your head presses back against the pillow as he glides his hand up your thigh.

He slides a finger through your folds and then sucks on it. His eyes roll a bit at the taste. He looks up at you with lust filled eyes and his gets back up. He flips you over so you are on your stomach.

He bent an arm to snake under your stomach, and pushed up. You are now on the bed on your knees with him behind you. His hands then went down to the inside of your thighs.

He places his hands on your knees and spreads them apart. You blush, feeling very exposed to him. You feel yourself growing wetter as his fingers go back to your slit. "Harry," you whimper.

"What is it, darling?"

"Please, I need you," you say.

Instead of replying he takes away his finger and places a hand on your hip. You jolt a bit when you feel the hot head of his cock against your entrance.

Without any warning, he slammed into you roughly. You let out a loud moan and drop your head. He tightly grips your hip and his head falls back as he groans.

He picks of his pace and you start to feel uncomfortable. You shake your head and try to suck up the bit of pain. He reaches down to you and grabs your hair with one hand, pushing your face onto the pillow, not too hard.

Harry somehow goes harder than before and you feel your eyes water at the growing pain in your stomach. You bite your lip hard and all you can do at the second is whimper, which isn't heard by Harry because of the moans emitting from him. “Merlin” he groans, clenching his eyes shut.

“H-harry," you say. "St-stop," you grip the sheets.

He is too deep in pleasure to hear you quiet pleas. You start to cry against the pillow and you remember the safe word Harry came up with.

"Q-quidditch!"

Harry's movements halt and he looks down at you. He sees tears coming from your eyes and he quickly pulls out of you, gently flipping you over so you are on your back.

"Love? Love, are you alright?" Harry starts to panic as he watches you cry. His heart breaks watching your pained expression.

"M-my stomach, it hurts," you hold your stomach with your arms trying to stop the pain that is now slowly going away.

"I-I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to. I-I was just-" Harry rambles on.

You shake your head and he frowns. "It's okay Harry," you whisper.

"It's not okay, sweetheart. I hurt you, and I'm sorry." He brings his face towards yours and starts to pepper your face with the gentlest kisses, as if you were going to break under his lips. "I" kiss "love" kiss "you" kiss "so" kiss "much," he leaves one last gently kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you look at him and brush some hairs from his forehead.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Somewhat," you smile weakly at him. He goes and gets off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"I'll be right back, love. I'm just going to get you a warm bath ready," he tells you.

About two minutes later, he comes back and gently carries you to the bathtub. He softly places you into the tub and goes in, sitting behind you.

He starts to wash your body and hair as he whispers the sweetest words to you and continues to apologize while leaving light kisses on your shoulder.

After the bath is done, he carries you to the bed again and dries the both of you with a spell. He grabs a new pair of underwear that was in your drawer in his room, and grabs one of his shirts.

He helps you change into the clothes and he throws on some boxers and a shirt. Harry climbs into the bed where you were laying under the blanket. He goes under it too and wraps his arm around you to pull you into his chest.

He rubs a hand up and down your arm as your eyes flutter shut. "Goodnight, angel, I love you," he whispers against your hair and kisses your head.

"Night, Harry, I love you, too," you whisper back.

[worlds-end-discotheque]

Boogie Wonderland

[naeminaeri]

Full on X and Bluesky as always :3

Art Direction @denimecho, couldn‘t have done the pose without his help!

[lustytears]

how draco malfoy would react to you teasing him |

would fucking flip.

i mean, this guy is not the type of person who takes jealousy to a low.

it all happened when you flirted with some gryffindor during your free period, twirling your hair and throwing flirtatious comments at the boy.

he came across you, practically face to face with the fellow student. he eyed you, warning signs visible.

you didn’t really listen, mainly because you knew that draco wasn’t the verbal possessive type, more like the private and confidential possessive type. he’d rather be 1 on 1 with you.

so, you spent more time with the gryffindor, grabbing his hand and play fighting in the hallways.

when they go low, i go lo-OW.

you know well that he’s gonna fuck everything up for you.

he’s gonna make sure you fucking pay.

less visits, less time spent with you,

and… well… let’s say, you won’t be walking for a while.

warnings: absolute filthy smut, MDNI (17+), dacryphilia, draco is an absolute menace (literally a dom), hate fuck, choking, deepthroat, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) p in v, degradation/name-calling

“That’s how you want to be toyed with, huh?” Draco had you down on the bed, legs apart, right on top of you, with his hands around your throat. You choked, gagging as you tried to respond back to him. His grasp lightened, but as soon as you tried to even speak, he applied more pressure to your throat.

“Girls like you don’t deserve the privilege of speaking, hm?” He used his free hand to pin your arms. You tried desperately, attempting to wriggle your way through his hold on your arms. “I’m gonna have to fuck you until the only thing you can say or think about is only my name, and my cock ravaging this tight cunt.”

He let go of you completely, before unbuckling his belt and dropping his dress pants and untying his tie and white shirt, throwing it to the floor as he laid down next to you on the bed, tapping his thigh to signal you to come near him. You obeyed, willingly. “What’re you planning?” You teased, licking your lips. He pulled his boxers down, a slight “tap” as it hit his abdomen. “Suck it.”

You leaned closer to him, your fingers grazing his cock. When you finally grabbed ahold of his cock, you lightly jerked it, carefully observing how beads of pre-cum leaked down onto his hand. A breathy moan leaked through Draco’s lips, causing him to lean his head back. You jerked his cock at a faster pace, watching his eyes switch from complete anger to euphoria. You met eyes with him, your hand still jerking his cock, twitching.

“Be a good girl and suck it like I told you, sweetheart,” he commanded. Your lips met the tip of his cock, causing him to shift. You licked and swirled around the mess of pre-cum, mixing it with the spit on your tongue. You played with his cock, sucking his tip and using your fingers to trace the veins that decorated the base of his cock. You moaned, going deeper down his shaft, his cock hitting your uvula.

“That’s not good enough for me, darling,” he grabbed your head, forcing his cock down your throat until your nose hit his pelvis. Your head bobbed up and down, up and down, making your eyes tear up and trail down your puffed cheeks as he instinctively bucked his hips up your throat. Gurgles and sounds emitted from your mouth, a smile on his face forming. “Such a slut,” he whispered.

“Gonna cum down this pretty little throat? Yeah?” He talked to you like you were a dog, praising your efforts as you obeyed, allowing him to face-fuck your throat like it was made for him.

“Gonna cum in your cunt next,” he said. He grabbed a chunk of your hair to force you down on his cock, thrusting as far as he could up your throat as he could, shooting thick white loads of salty cum down your throat. He exhaled, moaning as your fingers dug into his thighs, carving crescent-shaped marks into his skin.

When he finished violating your throat, he pulled your mouth off his dick. Shortly after, desperate inhales of oxygen made you hyperventilate, tears falling from your eyes as he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

“Fuck,” you cried out. He grabbed you, pulling you forward onto his lap. His hands traveled to your pussy, using his long, slender fingers to pull your panties to aside. He felt how wet you were, gathering up your arousal and feeling it around his fingers.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“What?” You asked, dumbfounded.

In response, he lined up his cock to your entrance, letting you slowly sink down onto his length. The pain of the stretch made you nearly moan, but his tip lined up against the spongey part of your walls, twitching as you arched your back at the feeling, moaning at the sensation. You had sex with Draco before, but it was like his body knew yours better than you knew yourself.

He began thrusting his hips up inside of you. His movements were fast, rough, and even-paced. He held onto your hips, your arms around his neck as you leaned into him. Each thrust made you blank out, your mind only focused on the shape of his cock and his girth as it filled you whole. “Fucking slut,” he smacked your ass, making you yelp and slam onto his dick, hitting your cervix.

It felt like there was no stopping. He was determined to what he promised. He wanted you to only remember his cock and his name.

“Draco!” You moaned, screaming his name and digging your nails into his neck every time he thrusted harder into you.

“I’m gonna cum in this-“ you clenched around him, giving him pleasure. “This tight cunt…”

He thrusted inside of you one more time, releasing his cum inside of you as you clenched around him and climaxed yourself. He loosened his grip on your hips. The both of you panted, his laugh of relief echoed through the room.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I shouldn’t have been so disloyal to you.” His hand brushed your cheek, and he pulled you in for a quick kiss. “You did so well, darling,” he pulled you in for another kiss, praising you.”

The both of you laid down, and he gently pulled his cock out of you. The mix of your cum and his leaked down your thighs. He pampered you with kisses, affirmations came flooding from his mouth.

He got a wet rag and cleaned you up, allowing himself to put in all of the work just for you. He looked at your beautiful body, admiring it like a piece of art work. When he got done, he put the rag in the dirty laundry bin and laid down next to you, his arm wrapped around you.

“I might just have to do that again.”

“What?” He asked.

“What?” You playfully mocked him. “Maybe I should flirt with that Gryffindor boy again. Perhaps you can put me in my place again.”

His hold on you was tighter. He kissed your cheek with embrace.

“I could just do that regardless,” he chuckled.

[heraxic]

are you lamenting what could be again, detective?

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

“You came.”

“As always, Harry Potter, your powers of observation astound,” the Dark Lord carps. “Care to explain why we’re both here?”

And there’s the million-dollar question. He hesitates for a moment, sticking his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting more. “You can feel it, yeah? Everything’s coming to a head.”

After staring for a few beats, Voldemort gives a terse nod.

Harry nods a couple times awkwardly in return, licking his dry lips. “So. We’re expected to fight, and at least one of us is meant to die.”

Voldemort tenses at his side. “If you intend to ask for mercy–”

“No, no,” Harry says, anxiously dragging a hand through his wild hair and leaving it even more of a mess. “I know there’s no middle ground, for either of us.”

His words catch in his throat, stuck in the anger and frustration and exhaustion of years of fighting and losing people with no real gain.

“But,” Voldemort prompts.

“But,” Harry agrees. “Have you ever ridden a Ferris wheel?”

Voldemort blinks and frowns at the apparent non-sequitur. He says, “I beg your pardon?” but the meaning is clearly ‘Are you mad?’

“Because I haven’t. My relatives,” and his voice breaks on the word because it’s only accurate in the most technical of senses. “Used to go to the local funfair every year. My cousin would always come back with candy apples and caramel corn and some gigantic plush animal he’d say he’d won.”

He smiles, but he can feel how ragged it is. “Fat chance, that. Guaranteed my uncle bought it for him.”

“Potter, what in Merlin’s name are you on about?” He’s apparently worn through Voldemort’s limited patience and the wizard is looking vaguely murderous.

“Right, sorry. Point is, I’ve never been, and I’m guessing you’ve never been to a funfair either. I doubt it was a priority at Wool’s.”

Voldemort’s wand appears in his hand and ‘vaguely’ has shifted quickly into ‘distinctly murderous.’

“Y’know, It’s funny what you fixate on when contemplating your mortality and what you’ll regret not having done when you die,” Harry continues quickly, trying to defuse the situation. “There are lots of things I haven’t done, and so many things I’ll miss. But I keep getting caught up on riding a bloody Ferris wheel, of all things.”

He’d considered asking his friends – he had. But it wouldn’t be new for Hermione, who’d had a pretty normal childhood, magic aside, and Ron wouldn’t get why it was important even once he’d wrapped his mind around the idea of a Ferris wheel. Ron had grown up with flying broomsticks, after all. 

“I thought about who else might understand why it meant something, and, well,” Harry huffs, shuffling his feet self-consciously. “Here you are.”

He refuses to look at Voldemort’s face – who knows what expression he’s wearing, but it’s probably derisive in the extreme – instead focusing on the Dark Lord’s wand in case he has to defend himself.

“You invited me to go to a fair with you,” Voldemort says levelly. “Because we’re going to battle to the death soon.”

Well, when he puts it like that.

(naïve melody)

[mastersoftheair]

↳ inspired by @ww2yaoi's post

[narrycherries]

call it what you want✨prt2

the kissing may be over, but you can’t seem to let the idea of it happening again go..

masterlist // part 1

word count: 6.2k

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

As the bedroom door opened, you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. Harry smiled as he noticed how sleepy you looked. He had been cleaning up after dinner, which consisted of takeout food and a movie on the couch. When the movie ended, you told him you were tired and decided to come to bed. You knew he wouldn’t be long. Even if he wasn’t sleepy, he was going to lay down with you.

“Hi.” You mumbled while your legs slipped under the blankets.

“Hi, peach.”

He sat his phone down on his nightstand and watched as you laid down on the bed, yanking the covers up to your chin and nuzzling your head into his pillow - the one he normally sleeps on.. He wasn’t going to make you move, you knew that.

“That medicine must be making you drowsy, hm?”

You nodded. “So sleepy.”

He chuckled lightly and leaned down, his hand pressing into the mattress. “Give me ten minutes.. I’ll be back.”

Your stomach dropped as his lips pressed against your forehead. It wasn’t anything new, he did that a lot, but after what happened earlier between you two.. it felt different.

“Okay.”

“Do you need anything? Water?”

You shook your head, smiling gently as your eyes met his. “M’okay.”

He wasn’t sure if you were just being nice so that he didn’t have to take the time to get what you needed or wanted. You had spent all day complaining about your leg and acting like you were unable to do a thing - and of course he took care of you. He knew sometimes you got upset with yourself for how you allowed him to cater to you, so he assumed you were doing that now.

“Promise.” You whispered after a long moment of him just staring at you.

“Alright.” He finally said. “I’ll be back in a few.”

Just as he promised, he was only gone a handful of minutes. While you waited for him, you laid there with your eyes closed. You weren’t intending to fall asleep just yet, but you were lost in your thoughts. Harry didn’t bring up the whole kissing thing at any point after it ended earlier - but it was constantly on your mind. Your heart fluttered as you replayed the nearly ten extra minutes of kissing that occurred after he assured you everything would be okay. It wasn’t too extreme - gentle touches and soft laughs - but it meant the world to you. Despite what he told you, it was important that you reminded yourself that just because he kissed you, doesn’t mean he’s wanting anything serious. He implied that he would do it again, whenever you wanted - and that’s all. Or well, that’s how you took it.

Your eyes opened as you heard him come into the room. You looked towards his dresser, knowing he would be finding some pajama pants to put on. And there he was, his back was damp as water droplets still lingered on his skin. You bit down on your cheek while you watched him get into a pair of pants. It wasn’t unusual for him to be in his underwear around you, but like always he was facing away from you so he wasn’t forcing you to look at his crotch. You noticed that his hair wasn’t wet, so you figured he didn’t want to have to deal with drying it. Well, he didn’t want to waste time.. he had promised you he’d only be gone for a few minutes.

“You didn’t have to come to bed so early.” You said in a soft voice as he walked to the other side of the bed.

He flicked the lamp on, then went across the room to turn off the light. “Tired of me?” He teased with a smirk.

Your eyes rolled as he took his phone from the nightstand beside you and walked around the bed. He put it on the charger as he sat down. You felt the dip in the bed, a reminder that he was going to be next to you soon. You couldn’t help but to watch the muscles in his back shift and contort as he moved his arms, messing with his phone and the half full bottle of water on his nightstand.

“M’cold, Harry.”

He smiled to himself. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he laid his phone down and finally got beneath the covers. He moved next to you, chuckling as you quickly turned onto your side facing him. He got close, but kept a distance like always. It wasn’t much, but it existed.

“God, you’re like a heater.” You said through a heavy exhale as you felt his warmth engulf you. Even though he wasn’t directly against you or touching you, his skin radiated off so much heat.

“You’re practically shaking, peach.”

“I’ll get warm soon.. doesn’t take long.”

He hummed lightly as he stuck his arm under his pillow. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You gave him a smile. “I will.”

He went quiet for a little bit, but he was still paying attention to you. Your eyes were closed and you were trying to fall asleep, but you were still cold. Harry sighed and reached over to rest his hand on your waist. You smiled softly as you felt his warm skin.

“Lovey, do you want me a bit closer? You’re freezing.”

“Just a little, yeah.” You whispered back, your eyes still closed.

Harry moved over, his body just an inch shy of being against yours. This was normal for you, but after what happened earlier, everything felt so intense.

“Goodnight, peach.”

You curled your arms against your chest, and they were pressed against his due to your closeness. “G’night, Harry.”

——

While you slept, your mind was racing around with thoughts about Harry. You couldn’t help but think about the memories you had made with him. You even dreamed about the time he went bowling with you and your family two years ago.

You hated bowling more than anything. You weren’t good at it and you always had to beg your dad to ask the workers to put the rails up for you, even at 20 years old. Harry was teasing you about the rails, as was your brother, and you were very annoyed. Harry usually chose to be a little mean to you when he was around Austin. He never did anything that actually hurt your feelings, though.

“How are you missing so many pins with the damn rails?” Austin said with a laugh as you walked back to the bench and plopped down next to your mom.

“Family bowling night should’ve stopped when I turned eighteen.”

“Don’t be such a sore player, sweetheart.” She said, nudging you with her elbow.

“It’s tradition.” Harry said with a chuckle as he grabbed a ball and walked towards the lane.

“Everyone’s good at it but me.” You huffed while watching him roll a perfect strike.

“You’re such a cry baby.”

“Austin, act your age.” Your dad said with a stern look as he approached you, he went to grab a drink.

“Dad.. can you go for me?”

“No. You’re gonna play like the rest of us.” He shook his head and took his ball since it was his turn.

Harry sat down beside you, his hand hitting the side of your thigh to get your attention. “Why are you so upset?”

You huffed. “M’not.”

“You definitely are.”

“Harry, leave me alone.”

Austin overheard you, and he took the chance to mess with you. “She’s just a sore loser. She gets so mad when she loses.”

“No, I’m not!” You whined like a child. “I hate this game, it’s not fun. I don’t care about winning.”

“Austin.” Your mom gave him a sigh as she got up to play her turn.

“It’s the truth.”

“No it isn’t.” You crossed your arms over your chest and exhaled slowly.

Austin was up next, which meant he was distracted and not bothering you. Harry leaned closer to you, his shoulder against yours.

“Don’t get worked up over this. You’ll get upset.”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Do you want me to show you-“

“No, Harry, I don’t.” You turned your head to look at him. You were irritated and he could tell. “I don’t care about bowling.”

He gave you a subtle frown. “Just try to have fun, okay?”

“This isn’t fun to me.”

He sighed as your mom called for you to take your turn. “Just try.”

You got up, not excited at all, and grabbed a random ball. You carelessly lined up with the pins and rolled the bowl down the lane. Of course, it curved to the left and rolled against the railing until it got to the end and only knocked over two pins. Austin was laughing while your dad was telling him to behave. Your mom was shaking her head in disbelief at your lack of effort. And Harry, well, he sighed and walked up behind you. He grabbed your elbow, stopping you from throwing the ball.

“Look, move over just a bit.” He tapped your waist on the right side and you did as he said, despite not wanting to.

“Look at the pins.. find the center of them.” He said as he pointed so that you could see where his finger lined up.

“Harry, I don’t-“

“Shhh.” He lowered his hand and touched your elbow. “Bring your arm back.”

You followed his instructions, moving your arm back as his hand stayed on your elbow. “This isn’t gonna work.”

“Just move your arm fast and drop the ball. Lean just a little.” His voice lowered. “Don’t overthink it, lovey.”

Harry stepped back to give you some space. You did as he told you to and watched the ball roll down the lane. You huffed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you watched the ball curve away from the pins and miss every one of them.

“I’m fucking done.” You mumbled to yourself, but he heard you.

You walked to the bench and quickly got rid of the bowling shoes. Your mother was asking you to stay and have fun, while your dad was trying to console you. Harry just watched as you put your shoes on and grabbed your purse. You headed towards the arcade, the idea of bowling any longer was about to make you vomit. You were so anxious and overwhelmed, you just needed time alone.

When you entered the arcade area, you pushed out a sigh of relief and headed to the claw machine. You were decently good at lining up the claw with a prize, so you were glad to be doing something you actually enjoyed. You swiped the arcade game card and rolled in your lips as you started moving the claw. You didn’t know what was going on by the bowling lane, and you didn’t care - but Harry was telling your Mom how you were probably just overwhelmed from all the unwanted attention. Your family finished out the game, Harry rolled for you. And once that game was over, they started a new one without adding your name. You wouldn’t have cared if you knew. The only reason you were here was because this was something your parents wanted to do every six months - and they had been doing it since you were eight. In all these years, you’ve never learned how to bowl right.

You were incredibly tense and annoyed as you stared at the empty claw lifting up. There was no way you were going to suck at this, too. This is your thing, your favorite game to do anywhere. You huffed, but tried again. When you failed, you threw your head back and groaned. The desire to scream your lungs out was there, but you remembered you were in public and had to at least act like you had some composure.

The thing you weren’t aware of as you started a new round on the machine was that Harry had opted out of the game to go grab something to eat. However, he actually wasn’t hungry. His intentions were to find you and talk to you, maybe calm you down or make you smile. He walked into the arcade, his hands in his pockets as he looked around, while trying to find the back of your head in the crowd of people, mostly kids running around. He looked towards the claw machines and saw you. He smiled gently as you balled up your fists and let your head fall back again. You didn’t notice anyone coming up behind you, so when he appeared at your side and lifted his arm to rest it against the edge of the machine, you jumped.

“Harry.” You huffed lightly. “Why aren’t you playing?”

He shrugged. “I figured I could.. come see what you were up to.”

“Clearly sucking at everything.” You said, gesturing to the empty claw coming up from the sea of prizes.

His deep chuckle made your heart skip a beat, but you knew it wasn’t him making fun of you. Now, if it had been Austin here instead of Harry, then you’d be getting practically bullied.

“I think you’re just stressed, hm? You’re good at these.” He nodded towards the machine.

“Guess I have bad luck or something.” You let out a deep breath, you had a funny feeling in your stomach and you weren’t sure what was going on.

Harry stayed quiet and watched as you did another round of the game. He saw that you were going after a purple stuffed dog that was sort of stuck in between two other stuffed animals. His eyes moved to watch your face after the claw grabbed the dog, but left it in its spot.

“Do you want me to try?” He asked, taking a step closer to you and the control panel.

“Sure.” You mumbled back, moving over to let him take your spot. “If you get it.. I’m gonna scream.”

Harry laughed a little and shook his head. “No need to scream.”

You watched closely as he began to move the claw to the spot you had been going to this entire time. He peeked around the side of the machine, lining up the claw perfectly with the dog. He dropped the claw, but to your actual surprise, he didn’t get it.

“Maybe it’s the stupid dog.” You groaned, leaning close to him so you could swipe your game card.

“Want to try for something else?” He asked, despite knowing you really wanted that purple dog. He could just tell by how intense you were staring at it and how upset you were that you kept missing it.

You looked around at the other prizes, but nothing piqued your interests. Without hesitating, you looked up at him and caught his stare. He gave you a smile and lifted his brows, silently waiting for your answer. Your lips turned to a slight frown and you shook your head.

“I really want it.” You said almost in a whisper. “It’s super cute.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He started the next round and focused strictly on getting that damn purple dog for you. You were standing next to him, your body brushing his as you stared at the claw while he moved it. You felt a bit of hope as he dropped the claw and it grabbed the dog. It shocked you when the dog lifted from its spot. However, the joy didn’t last long. The claw was shaking and the dog was hardly hanging on. It fell before Harry could get it to move any closer to the prize drop.

“Are you serious?” You muttered, sadness spreading over your face.

Harry noticed your mood instantly and he gently touched the small of your back. “Hey, let’s keep trying, yeah?”

You nodded gently, biting your cheek as his hand fell down. You wanted it to stay there forever. The mission of getting the dog came back to your focus and you watched Harry. He was determined to win you the stuffed animal, no matter how long it took him. He was already considering buying another game card. But for now, he focused on the task at hand and tried his absolute best. Harry hated seeing you so upset. And it might be childish to some people, but he could tell you really wanted that dog. You had a mild obsession with cute things, especially stuffed animals. He wanted you to have it, no matter what it took.

“This might be it.” He said with hope as he dropped the claw and it grabbed onto the dog.

You gasped, your hands quickly wrapped around Harry’s elbow as you watched the dog move closer and closer to the hole. You squealed as he pressed the button and the dog dropped. He just stood there smiling, his eyes on you. Your mood had completely changed and you had your usual spark and joy back. You let him go to grab the dog from behind the small door.

“Oh my god!” You happily said, squeezing your hand tight around the stuffed animal.

Harry was chuckling, amused by your reaction and quite glad that it didn’t take forever to win the dog. Not that he wouldn’t have tried forever, but because he knew waiting any longer was going to kill you.

“Harry!” You realized the amazing deed he had done for you. Your arms flew around his neck and he automatically wrapped his around your body in return. He felt the dog hitting the back of his head as you jumped in his arms. “Thank you! You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome, lovey.” He said next to your ear.

When your celebratory hug was over, Harry insisted that you go sit with him for a bit so he could talk to you. Even though you knew what was coming, you agreed to it and followed him towards the front lobby of the building that separated the arcade and bowling lanes.

He sat down on a bench by the window and you sat right next to him, of course. He smiled as he watched you sit the dog on your lap, fixing its leg so that it was perfect. After a couple of silent moments, Harry nudged your shoulder with his. You did it back, realizing how close you were to him.

“Tell me what’s going on? You’re never this.. irritated.” He said with a gentle sigh, wishing it was easier to get answers out of you sometimes. You were a bit stubborn.

You shrugged, doing what he knew you’d do. “I dunno.”

“You know.” He said as he rested his hands on his lap and kept his head turned towards you.

You could feel his stare on the side of your face, but you kept your eyes down to the floor and fiddled with the dog’s ears to keep your hands occupied. He sat there, thinking about the things that could cause you to be this way, but he was coming up short. Even though your brother was constantly annoying you, it was nothing really new to you. So he assumed that wasn’t it. Your parents weren’t doing anything specific, so they weren't to blame.

“Are you.. upset.. because of tomorrow? How.. I had to change our plans?” He asked, slightly nervous to hear your answer.

You were supposed to have lunch with him because he’s been so busy with his classes lately, you haven’t had the chance to spend time alone with him. Sure, you’ve seen him a lot.. but your group of friends were always there. It was larger gatherings planned by other people, not little fun plans that you liked to make with him. He forgot he had already promised the guys of the group that he’d be over to watch a game with them. None of the other girls were going, so you didn’t want to intrude.

“I mean.. I wish we were doing that.. instead of.. bowling.” You finally spoke back, the corner of your mouth lifting just slightly as you thought about it.

“I know you were looking forward to tomorrow.. and I’m sorry. I really am. But.. we were supposed to have fun tonight, remember? You’re sad.. and I don’t like that.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Harry reached over and took your hand off of the dog. He laced his fingers with yours and gave you a comforting squeeze. This was nothing new, but each time it occurred your stomach would erupt with butterflies and your mind would go dizzy. It was just a friendly gesture, you had to remind yourself..

“I don’t like it when you’re sad, sweetheart.”

“I know.” You whined back, moving your other hand so that it was resting on his wrist. “This is all so stupid. I… I didn’t want.. you to come.”

Harry gulped quietly, a worry filling his stomach as he watched you. Your eyes were staring at your joined hands, and your mind was trying so hard to keep up with the conversation and not drift off to places it didn’t need to be.

“I’m sorry. By.. by the way your mom told me.. I.. thought you wanted me to.”

You huffed, immediately turning to look at him. Your eyes were watering and he felt his heart sink. Why were you upset? He was so confused. He licked his lips and leaned a little closer to you. Before he could say anything else, you spoke.

“It’s not that I don’t want you here.. I knew I’d suck at this stupid game.. and it’s em-embarrassing.”

“Lovey-“

“I don’t wanna look stupid. That’s why I.. I n-never go bowling when everyone wants to go.. but m’forced to do this.. and I didn’t want you-you to see me.. be such a loser.” Your voice was so soft and broken, and he hated that so much.

“Hey, hey.” He let go of your hand so he could turn to face you. A whimper left your mouth as you felt his skin rip away from yours. He quickly mended that by putting his big hand on your jaw, his thumb rubbing across your cheek. “Don’t cry over this.”

“I can’t help it!” Tears began slipping down your cheeks.

Harry shook his head as he shushed you, trying his hardest to calm you down. “It’s okay to not be good at everything, darling. You’re supposed to be having fun, yeah? It’s just a game.”

Your eyes widened a little as a new pet name slipped past his lips. He said it so easily that it felt so natural to hear it. You shook your head and coiled your hand around his wrist. He didn’t allow you to pull his hand down, he wasn’t done consoling you yet.

“Don’t you remember all those board game nights when you completely dominated? You’re a pro at those. You beat me in every board game we’ve ever done. It’s alright to not be good at something.. especially when you’re great at so many other things.”

“I’m.. embarrassed.”

“I know, i know. But you don’t have to be. I would never make fun of you or make you feel useless. You know I care about you. I’d never want to hurt your feelings.” Harry used his other hand to sweep your hair out of your face and over your shoulder.

“We.. we hardly get to hang out.. and I.. I didn’t wanna be.. picked on and embarrassed during the only time I see you.” Your words broke his heart.

He never wanted you to feel like you were alone or abandoned, but to him it seemed that’s what he’s done to you. Sure, his classes were getting more difficult and he needed to study more, but he could do that while you were over. You always fall asleep on his comfy couch, he could just use that time to study or do assignments.. He was making excuses for himself and he was neglecting you in the process. You weren’t as close to anyone else in the group as you were to him, and he knew that. He knew you needed him.. and he definitely needed you.

“You know what.. We will be having lunch tomorrow. You can come over after and we’ll watch a movie or something.” He said with a smile.

You frowned. “Harry, the guys-“

He shook his head. “I don’t care. I promised you.. I didn’t promise them.”

You took a second to think about this, but then you grunted. “But they had those plans made.”

Harry leaned his face closer to yours, his pretty eyes locked on yours. “But I didn’t promise them.. I promised you.”

——

A small whimper left your mouth as you began to wake up. You could feel Harry’s arm draped over your body, his hand tucked against your stomach. The sun was peeking in through the blinds, lighting up his room and making your eyes sensitive as you slowly opened them. He wasn’t snoring or grunting like he did whenever he slept, so you assumed he was awake or just dozing off.

You shifted slightly, your leg was beginning to ache. He realized you were awake when you started slowly rubbing your index finger against his hand. He gave you a little squeeze.

“Been wonderin’ when you’d wake up.” He mumbled behind you, his voice deep as it rolled through the quiet space.

“What time s’it?” You muttered back, too lazy to move over and grab your phone.

“About ten.”

Harry slid his hand to your waist and gave you a gentle pat before rolling onto his back, his arm falling from your body completely. You resisted the huff you wanted to blow out. You had to remind yourself, like always, he’s just your friend. He had no obligation to touch you or hold you or anything. Just your friend..

“Wan’ me to make breakfast?” He asked through a yawn, his arms stretching above his head as he sat up on the side of the bed.

“Please.” You moved onto your back and turned your head on the comfy pillow to watch him.

“What do you want?” He sat there for a few minutes, checking his phone as he waited for you to answer him.

“Eggs.. do you have any pancake mix?” You watched his skin move over his muscles as his arm moved to lay his phone on the nightstand.

He stood up, turning to face you. “Sure do. I got some blueberries in the fridge.. want some of those in them?”

You grinned. “Yes! Duh!”

He always bought blueberries because he knows you love them, whether they’re tossed in muffin mix or pancake batter or eating straight from the container. “I’ll get to that. That all?”

“Mhm.” You gave him a sweet smile. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” His eye dropped to a wink, making you flush a bit.

He walked to the door, you watched him get further and further away. You wished he could have stayed a bit longer next to you, but there was no telling how long he’d been awake. He said he was waiting on you, so you felt sorta bad at the thought of making him stay in the bed even longer. He was a morning person, you weren’t.

Harry stopped in the doorway and turned your way. “How’s your leg?” His brows dropped.

“It’s a bit sore.. but much better.” You told him, playing down the ache that was throbbing in your leg. He had done so much for you already, why would you want him to do more? It was just too much..

“Alright, if you say so, peach.”

Harry spent a little while preparing breakfast for you. Once he was finished, he made you a plate and came into the bedroom to get you. You had gone back to sleep, which didn’t surprise him. If there was anything you were a fan of, it was sleeping in.

He shook your shoulder while leaning down to talk to you. “Wake up, sweetheart. The food’s done.”

You grunted back, your hand blindly searching for his. He let you take it, and chuckled as you tugged on him.

“Gotta get up.”

“Get back in here.. m’cold.”

“C’mon, let’s go eat. You’ve slept long enough.” He kissed your temple, but didn’t let up on his efforts. His voice got a bit louder. “C’mon.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” You whined back, letting go of his hand and gently pushing him away.

He chuckled while you threw the covers back and stretched your arms. He didn’t want to nag you too much, so he left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. Of course he had prepared your plate like always, he just needed to gather your utensils and get you a glass of ice water.

When you strolled into the kitchen, your mouth opened in a yawn, you instantly smelled the food and your stomach growled. You sat down at the small table in front of the plate you knew was yours, and picked up the fork.

“This looks amazing.” You said as he appeared next to you, sitting the glass on the table.

“Hope you like it.” He gently brushed his fingertips against your arm before turning away.

There were a few thoughts circling your mind as you started to dig into the food he made for you. It was delicious as always, he’s very good in the kitchen, but you were distracted. And, that distraction was causing you to chew very slowly. Once Harry sat down across from you and began eating, he took notice of your weird behavior. He didn’t say anything at first, figuring maybe you were just still waking up and gaining energy. But, the longer you kept staring at the table with a blank expression, the more concerned he became.

“Everything alright?” He asked quietly, glancing up at you before cutting into his pancake with the side of the fork. The scrapping sound of the metal on the plate caught your attention.

“Hm?”

He lifted his brow slightly. “Is everything alright? You seem.. a little lost in thought.”

You quickly tried to come up with something to say. “Um, just.. eating.”

Harry knew you entirely too well to believe that. He licked his lips and took a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving your face. You were picking at the pieces of pancake you had left on your plate, debating on whether to eat them. You could feel his stare, but you hoped he would just let it go.

“Y’know you can tell me anything, peach.”

“I know that.” You mumbled back almost instantly.

He sighed. “Is the food not good?”

“No, it’s great. It’s.. not.. the food.”

He sat there in silence for a minute, just watching as you slowly drug the prongs of the fork against a piece of pancake. Sometimes, he wished you’d just be completely open with him. But he had to keep in mind that you weren’t really the kind of person to just vent when something was on your mind. You took your time with your own thoughts and only said something if you really needed someone’s input. Right now, he wasn’t sure what you were going to do next.

“Did I do something?”

You gently sat the fork down on the table and pushed the plate away, deciding you were finished eating now. When your head lifted and your eyes met his, you immediately felt your heart sink. He looked scared, almost like he feared to know what your answer was going to be. You shook your head, not wanting him to have those thoughts.

“M’just.. thinking about.. going home.”

Harry furrowed his brows, slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

Of course this wasn’t exactly what was occupying your thoughts, but it was one of the things. It just wasn’t driving you as crazy as something else.. But you opted to go with this instead, to make it easier on yourself.

“Um, I don’t.. really wanna go home today. I kinda wanna.. stay with you again.”

He let out a breath and cracked a smile. “You’re so silly. Of course you can stay, I don’t mind.”

You felt your cheeks fire up, so you looked down to try and hide it. “Okay.. if you don’t mind, I.. I really want to.”

“When I have ever told you that you can’t stay, hm?” His foot moved underneath the table to rub against yours, making you laugh a little.

“Never.”

“Never ever. And I’ll never say that.” He kept the grin on his face and it made you feel a bit better. At least now you knew he wasn’t worried about you.

“My leg is really sore and.. I don’t wanna be alone.”

He chuckled. “You mean.. you want me to take care of you, hm?”

You rolled your eyes and shaped your lips into a smile. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You know I don’t mind doing that either.”

You didn’t say anything, just gave him a soft laugh and stood up with your dishes in your hands. He watched you walk across the small kitchen and scoop your leftovers into the trash bin. When you cut on the water, he made a face you couldn’t see.

“Washing the dishes? You don’t have to do that, peach.”

“Just doing mine for now.. don’t want you to have to do everything.”

He just shook his head in disbelief and smiled. Usually he did all the work, not because you were lazy or you forced him to - but because he truly wanted to. He didn’t want you to have to lift a finger at his place, no matter what the circumstances were.

Once Harry had finished eating and cleaned up from cooking, he told you that he needed to run to get some groceries for the week. You were thrilled to tag along, of course. The entire time you were in the store, you were walking right next to him, your hand mindlessly holding onto his elbow. He didn’t like for you to be too far from him, his anxiety regarding your well being would always spike. You kept your curious eyes tamed and tried to fight the urge to run off and look at something.

He was letting you push the cart as he grabbed the things he needed. You would only let go of his arm whenever he needed to step away to get an item. He’d come right back to your side and you’d return your touch. You were holding his list in your other hand, it was slightly crumpled from hitting the cart.

“I wrote down fruits, right?” Harry said as you turned into the produce section.

You glanced down at the paper and read over his jotted words. “Mhm. Green apples, grapes, bananas, and one grapefruit.”

He nodded, but didn’t verbally reply. As the cart wheels squeaked and the music playing from the speakers in the ceiling was starting to fade from your focus, you bit down on your cheek and let your mind wonder off.

Harry left your side to pick out the fruits he wanted, leaving you to your thoughts - which, right now, wasn’t a good thing. All you could seem to focus on was the fact that he had kissed you for so long. It felt like it happened an eternity ago, it was so surreal for you. Without even realizing, you were gently rubbing your thumb against your bottom lip, the memories of his gentle pecks and soft touches of his tongue were making butterflies storm in your stomach. You wanted it to happen again, wanted it so bad. Wanted him to—

“Alright, got those.” Harry’s mumble made your head snap up and your hand fall from your face. “Is that everything?”

You stared at him for a second, trying to composure your sanity. Eventually, your eyes moved to read over the list again and you gave him a quick nod after glancing in the cart.

“That’s it.”

Despite trying to appear like you were completely fine, your palms were starting to sweat and your stomach was aching. All you could think about was kissing him again. How would you even ask him to? Would he be upset if you did so soon? What if he wanted to and he just didn’t want to ask you first? Similar thoughts kept racing through your mind, circling and spinning as fast as they could - making you feel nauseous.

“Ready to go?” He asked with a smile, nodding his head towards the front of the store.

You gulped softly. “Yep.”

[a/n: please keep in mind that this series will have several flashback/memory type of sections so don’t be confused! I will do my absolute best to make sure I clarify in the writing when a flashback moment is happening]

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Teacher's Pet- Professor Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

*18+*

“You are telling me that not a single one of you knows the answer to the question on the board?!” your professor shouts turning to face the class, his grip on the chalk in his hand was so tight it should’ve snapped it.  Every single one of your classmates bowed their heads.  You knew the answer to the question but everyone had been talking about how you are the teacher’s pet so you did not want to raise your hand.  Professor Riddle was always quite harsh with how he handled his students and unforgiving but for some reason, there was something about you that softened him up.  He had never raised his voice toward you and when he gave the class detention he never wrote you up.  You’d be lying if you said you haven’t grown to fancy him.  He was so devilishly handsome, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused, a body so toned you could tell even under his suit, he was always dressed so properly, and his hands, oh my god his hands, his fingers were so long and slender and pale and his veins stuck out.  He wore silver rings that would’ve been gaudy on any other man but not on him, he looked so sophisticated.  You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, but you should have, you should have bowed your head like every other one of your classmates, it probably could have prevented him calling on you.

“Miss. Y/l/n?” Professor Riddle’s voice echoed throughout the classroom.  “You surely know the answer don’t you?” he asks, walking over to your desk.  Your stomach did flips whenever he said your name.  Your brain felt fuzzy as he approached you, and you caught yourself practically drooling over him. 

“Ye-” you stop yourself, “N-No Sir,” you stutter, letting your eyes linger a bit too long

before dropping your eyesight to your textbook in front of you. 

“No?” he cocks an eyebrow whilst staring you down causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.  All you could do was shake your head no, keeping your eyes glued to your textbook, and try your best to distract yourself from the growing wetness between your legs.  He looked back up at the class but a small smirk was playing on the corner of his lips, “You are all excused early, do not forget your essays are due at the end of the week, mediocrity will not be tolerated, meet the guidelines or fail, it is up to you,” he said roughly to the class.  Everyone nodded and you all began to gather your things.  As you went to close your textbook Professor Riddle slammed his hand down forcing it open, “Not you, Y/n.  I’d like to have a little chat with you after everyone leaves,” he said lowly.  There was a devilish glimmer in his eye, that made your heart skip a beat.

“Y-Yes Sir,” you nodded keeping your textbook open and squeezing your thighs together to help appease the throbbing need between your legs.  The class quickly emptied and your professor looked down on you.  “Why didn’t you answer the question?” he asked firmly.  

“I am so sorry Sir,” you said shakily, “I will do better next time, I promise,” you looked up at him, your eyes were a bit watery from your nerves.  

“You and I both know you knew the answer, you are at the top of your class and it was a simple question, the issue is you are surrounded by idiots.  There is no need for you to lower yourself to their level.”

“No Sir,” you sigh because he does not understand, “They all say things about me, that I am a teacher’s pet, a suck-up,” you mumble, “I just did not want to make it worse, so I lied,” you nervously played with your hands.  Much to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, shifting your attention to look up at him.  He had a small grin on his face, god he was so sexy.

“They say those things because they are jealous that you are so incredibly brilliant,” he said genuinely.  The heat between your legs grew to be almost unbearable and

 your cheeks flushed.                                    

“Professor-” you start but he cuts you off.

“-And if I say you’re brilliant it means something,”

“Thank you, Sir,” your skin was hot and your panties were soaked.  You tense up as he unexpectedly brings the back of his hand to caress your cheek.  His hand was cold but his rings were colder, they almost stung against your burning skin.

“Why so flushed, darling?” he asks quietly, a sense of cockiness in his tone.  He knew the effect he had on you and was relishing in the fact he got you so worked up.  

“It is because of you Sir,” you admit, blushing.  You did not know where this newfound confidence came from, maybe it was the built-up need for him, the way you yearned to be touched by him, whatever it was you were going to chase it.  He chuckled again, his chuckles were almost a growl, they made your cunt drip.

“Because of me?” he teases. 

“Yes Sir, because of you, I need you, I can hardly focus in class, the whole time I am thinking of the most utterly sinful things we could be doing to each other.”  Your words seemed to have an effect on him as you watched his pants grow tight around his bulge.  You could not help but smirk to yourself a bit. 

“God,” he growls lowly, “You have no idea how badly I yearn to do those utterly sinful things you think of to you, I cannot keep my eyes off of you in class, not only are you the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon, you also have a mind so extraordinary that it turns me on even more, I cannot even imagine all the brilliant things you will do but right now I think we both owe each other this moment, I have never met someone who made me almost intimidated by their intellect, I need you, Y/n, so will you let me have you?”  

“God yes,” you practically moaned. 

 A smirk grew on his face, “Have you done this before?” he asked as he ran a hand through his hair.      

“Yes Sir, I have done things before,” you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What things?  Have you ever had sex or just sucked cock?” he stares at you intently, his eyes full of lust.

“Just sex,” you blush hard under his stare.  Your confession only seemed to intrigue him more.

“Oh my darling so you’ve never sucked a cock before?” he teases and you shake your head no.  “Well, it seems to me that I have so much to teach you,” his smirk consumed his face.  You nodded in agreement.

“Yes Sir, please, teach me.”  You were practically begging.  By this point, your clit was throbbing and you were so nervous but so excited to suck off your professor.  He walked over to his desk and sat in his chair before waving you over.  You rushed over quickly, your heart pounding in your chest, and stood before him.

“On your knees darling,” he chuckled condescendingly.  You dropped to your knees in an instant before looking up at him awaiting your next instruction.  “You listen so well, you’re already being such a good girl for me,” he teases as he undoes his belt, the button, and the zipper on his trousers and pulls himself out of his boxers.  His cock was huge and you could not fathom fitting all of him in your mouth.  His member bobbed in front of your face, his tip was red and swollen and slick with precum.  You were so caught up in staring that it wasn’t even until you heard a small chuckle escape his lips that you realized you had been staring.  You shook your head and looked back up at his eyes to find him grinning, so obviously amused.  “Like what you see, sweetheart?” he taunts. 

“Yes Sir,” you nodded, your nerves on fire.

“Good,” he smirks, “Touch me, darling, don’t be scared,” he waves his hand, gesturing for you to grab him.  You reach out, your hand is shakey and clammy from your nerves, and you notice a sweat begin to come on, just waiting to break across your forehead.  You grab him before looking up at him.  “Now stroke me, darling,” he nods at you to begin and you start to stroke him, moving slowly because there is nothing to lube him with.  “Spit on it, love, it’ll help,” he instructs.  Your clit begins to burn from the arousal of the moment and the way he speaks to you.  You lean over and spit on his cock.  You rub it over his already slick tip and watch as his cock twitches from your touch.  You begin pumping him and look up at him as you do.

“How is this, Sir?” 

“Good but now give me a few more pumps before taking my tip, just my tip into your mouth.”

“Yes Sir,” you nod, your heart racing as you pump him a few more times before leaning over as instructed and taking just his tip in your mouth.  You let your tongue flick over the slit on his tip taking in the bitter, salty taste of his precum as you continue to pump his shaft, you loved having his taste coat your tongue.  You feel his hips shudder under you as his tip throbs against your tongue.  The way his body reacts makes you eager to take more of him into your mouth.  You slowly slide your head down fitting about half of his length in your mouth but stop before you let him hit the back of your throat so you do not gag on him.  Your greediness earns you a couple of low moans and groans from your professor.  His moans only made your desire for him grow.  Your cunt was dripping for him.  

“Fuck,” he growls, “Good girl, just like that, relax your jaw and breathe and take me down your throat,” he instructs, his hand going to grab a fistful of your hair as he lets his head fall back and his mouth stayed cracked open.  You whimpered around him and took a deep breath in through your nose as you relaxed your jaw and took your professor down your throat.  You tense up but quickly remind yourself to keep breathing and swallow around him as you bob your head on his length.  His grip on your hair tightens as you continue to bob your head.  You drool all over him as you move on him sloppily as he jerks his hips up towards you, his cock twitching more and more often inside your mouth.  You hollowed out your cheeks around him loving the feeling of having him inside your mouth.  You were almost getting yourself off just by thinking about him cumming inside your mouth.  “Look at you, taking me so well already, such a quick learner,” he grunts looking down at you, loosening his grip on the back of your head to brush hair out of your face.  “Why don’t you get on my desk and let me fuck you as a reward for being such a good girl for me?”  You whimpered around him and pulled off with a pop.  Your lips were slick and swollen and you had saliva running down your chin.  He could not take his eyes off of you, “God,” he growled, “You look so perfect.”  You felt almost intoxicated but his words made your skin hot.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered as you wiped your drool off your chin, licking your lips one more time as you propped yourself on his desk to take in every last bit of his taste.  He watched as you sat on his desk, he was practically undressing you with his eyes.  He got up from his desk chair and gripped your thighs, pushing them open swiftly making your skirt roll up before leaning down to kiss under your ear.  He nipped at your earlobe as he pressed himself against your soaked panties before letting his hot breath hit the inside of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.  He was so dark yet gentle.    

“Now Y/n, let me show you how a real man fucks,” he growled into your ear as he slide his hand up your inner thigh and hooked his finger through your panties holding them to the side as he splits you open with his tip and buries himself deep inside you in an instant.  

“Oh fuck, Professor,” you couldn’t help but cry out.  Your hips bucked and shifted to adjust yourself to his length.  You had never had a cock so big inside you before.  Your walls were fluttering around his throbbing cock, you were already basking in the feeling of pleasure and pain from having him stretch you out.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned into the crook of your neck, sending goosebumps all over your skin as he began to pick up his pace.  You took in a sharp breath and let your muscles relax allowing him to fix more of him inside you.  “God you take me so well,” he moaned out and began leaving kisses on your neck, gentle at first but they quickly became rough.  You made him feral, you had him aching with an animalistic desire for you.  He began to suck on the skin of your neck taking it into your mouth as his tongue rolled over it, leaving a throbbing hickey.  You whimper under his touch and choke back moans.  He continued to leave hickeys all over your neck and collarbones as his thrusts became frantic and desperate.  His cock massaged your walls and your hips writhed with his to meet him every time he buried his cock as deep inside.  

“Oh fuck Professor, you feel so good,” you moaned.  You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck before bringing himself to look deep into your eyes as he gripped your neck, his cold hands made you shudder.  You locked eyes with him and found yourself becoming a moaning mess right in front of him, you felt so vulnerable, so exposed but you were loving every second of it.  You feel your pussy clench around him and you could feel yourself approaching your climax.  

“Jesus fuck,” he howled, “I swear to fucking god your pussy will be the death of me.”  He let his grip on your neck loosen before sliding his hands under your ass, lifting you a bit, pulling your hips to be as flush against his as possible.  He was loving every second of being buried in your tight, hot, dripping cunt.  You let your legs spread wider as he began to pound himself into you.  You felt a familiar knot grow in the pit of your stomach and moved your hands to grip his shoulder as you felt yourself become weak under him.  

“Oh, Professor!  Please I am so close,” you moaned through a shattered breath.

“Already my love?” he teases, “I was just getting started,” he smirks before pulling himself out of you.  You whined at the emptiness in your cunt, the knot in your stomach was slowly fading away.  You were on the verge of tears.  He noticed the way your eyes glossed over with tears and chuckled, “Now now,” he teased, “Do not worry my darling, I’m going to have you cumming all over my cock soon enough,” he smirked and pulled you off his desk before turning your around and bending you over his desk.  There was no time for you to process what was going on before you knew it he was driving his cock in and out of you again.  

“Oh fuck yes!” you gripped the edge of the desk in front of you, your knuckles turning white.  You were in complete and utter bliss to have him fill you up again.  His thrusts were rough, his hips were slamming against your ass.  Tears of pleasure began to roll down your cheeks as your gut began to tighten.  You were so fucking close.  “Fuck! Right there, do not stop!” you moan out and are on the verge of coming undone.  

“Oh darling, keep moaning for me like that and I might just cum in this pretty little cunt of yours,” he moaned.

“God yes!” you cried out, your walls clenching around him, “Please cum inside me Professor I want you to fill me up,” you were so needy.  

“Fuck,” he growled, your words were sending him over the edge.  His grip on your hips was so tight he was digging into you.  He gave you his last powerful thrust before spilling himself into you.  You felt his cum fill you up sending you over the edge.  You became limp on his desk as you let the most sinful of sounds slip your lips.  Your walls were throbbing around him and you were seeing stars.  You were left panting as he pulled out of you and leaned over to push the hair off the back of your neck before pressing a gentle kiss on it.  “You did so well for me darling,” he said breaking the silence.

“T-Thank you, Sir,” you pant, still in a haze.  You listened as his footsteps walked away from where you two were and heard a drawer open.  After he gathered whatever it was he needed he came back.  You felt a towel on your inner thigh.  He was cleaning the both of you up.  Your heart did a flip as you did not expect this from him.  “Thank you, Sir,” you begin as you stand up, “but there is really no need,” you continued.

“Don’t be that way, I said I was going to take care of and I am, I am a man of my word,” he finished cleaning you both up.  You both fixed your clothing quickly.  You looked up at him nervously not knowing what to do next.  “I think you will find yourself truly pleased if you stay after class again tomorrow, Miss Y/l/n,” he smirked playfully, already ready to go again.

“Yes Sir, I’d love to,” your cheeks flushed as you turned to head to the door.