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ink & innocence - 26 *

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Aspen poured the melted ice from the plastic Ziploc down the sink, the quiet trickle of water filling the kitchen as she shook a few fresh cubes into the bag. The kitchen was dimly lit, the only light coming from the warm glow under the cabinets, casting soft golden hues across the counters. The faint murmur of voices from Isobel's room carried through the apartment, where she and Zayn had disappeared for the night, leaving Aspen and Harry alone in the quiet space.

She sealed the bag and turned around, her gaze immediately locking onto Harry's. He was leaned back against the counter, arms lazily crossed over his broad chest, watching her with tired but fond eyes. The cut on his lip had dried over, but his cheek was still a deep shade of red, swollen in a way that made her stomach tighten with worry.

Their night had wound down just minutes ago. The girls had greeted them with pouts, Isobel immediately berating Zayn for not taking care of his "God-sculpted face" before she shoved ice packs into both their hands. There had been no questions beyond the obvious—just a simple, "How do you feel?" and "Does it hurt?" before moving on as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

They spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch, drinks in hand—Harry and Zayn nursing whiskey, Aspen sipping on juice. A few rounds of Uno had them all cursing and laughing until their limbs grew heavy with exhaustion. Since they had left their car behind at the shop, the girls insisted they stay the night, brushing it off like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Now, as Aspen stepped closer, pressing the freshly filled ice pack against Harry's cheek, she sighed, her brows knitting together in concern.

"You look terrible," she muttered softly, her voice tinged with worry.

Harry huffed a quiet laugh, his hands instinctively sliding onto her hips, fingers flexing against the soft fabric of her pajama shorts as he pulled her closer. "What?" His lips quirked into a teasing smirk. "'M not handsome anymore?"

Aspen rolled her eyes, huffing out a small breath. "No, of course you are," she murmured, adjusting the ice gently against his face. "It's just... blender must've got you good, huh?"

Harry's brows lifted, his smirk deepening despite the cut on his lip. "You should see the blender."

Aspen giggled, the sound soft and sweet, filling the quiet kitchen like the softest melody. Harry watched her with adoration, the warmth in his chest settling into something deep and unshakable. Even after the night he had, even with his body aching and his mind heavy, she was enough to make him feel lighter.

She adjusted the ice pack again, but before she could linger too long, Harry reached up, gently curling his fingers around her wrist and guiding her hand away. He set the ice bag onto the counter before intertwining his fingers with hers, bringing her small hands up to his lips.

He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her knuckles, his touch featherlight yet reverent, like she was something precious—something he didn't want to let go of.

"Thank you, Asp," he murmured against her skin, his voice laced with quiet sincerity. "Don't know where I'd be without you."

Aspen felt her face heat instantly, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She shook her head shyly, fingers curling slightly against his. "H, it's just ice..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's lips curled faintly, but he shook his head. "It's more than that," he corrected, his tone firm yet gentle. "It's you being here for me. Taking care of me so well. And I hope..." he trailed off, bringing her hands to rest flat against his chest, right over his heartbeat. "I hope I make you feel the same way."

Aspen swallowed thickly, the warmth of his touch seeping into her skin, grounding her in the moment. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her palms, strong and unwavering.

She nodded, her lips tugging into a small, bashful smile as her eyes flickered up to meet his. "You do," she whispered. "You always do."

Harry exhaled softly, his grip on her tightening just a fraction, like he was savoring the weight of her in his arms. His thumbs brushed tender circles against her hips, his gaze lingering on hers with something unspoken—something raw and unguarded.

For a moment, they just stood there, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the dimly lit kitchen, the world outside fading into irrelevance.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered but them.

Harry exhaled softly, his thumbs still tracing slow, lazy circles against Aspen's hips as he took in the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, her shy yet adoring gaze, the way she fit so perfectly against him. He couldn't help himself. With a gentle tug, he pulled her even closer, tilting his chin just slightly before capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

Aspen melted into him, her hands still resting against his chest as she returned the kiss, soft and sweet, their movements unhurried. Harry kissed her like he had all the time in the world—like this moment, in the warmth of the quiet kitchen, was something he wanted to savor.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, breath mingling in the small space between them. Aspen giggled softly, running her fingers absentmindedly over the fabric of his shirt.

"You taste like whiskey," she murmured teasingly.

Harry smirked, rubbing his nose against hers in a playful nuzzle. "And you taste like apple juice," he countered, his voice thick with affection. "Sweet as ever."

Aspen rolled her eyes, but her smile never faded. She let her hands drift up, brushing a few unruly curls from his forehead, her touch featherlight. "How was your day, by the way? I don't think I even asked," she realized, her tone soft with guilt.

Harry shook his head. "Nothin' too crazy. Just the usual at the shop—some regulars, a few new clients." He tilted his head slightly. "Had this one guy come in, wanted his ex's name covered up. But get this—he was covering it with his newgirlfriend's name."

Aspen gasped. "You're kidding."

Harry grinned. "Swear it. Zayn and I tried talkin' him out of it, but he wasn't havin' it."

She groaned, shaking her head. "That poor girl. She's probably gonna be covered up next."

"Exactly what I said," Harry chuckled. "Some people just don't learn."

Aspen hummed, still amused as she traced light patterns over his forearm. "Was there much of a mess to clean up from the... accident?" she asked hesitantly. "Like broken glass or anything?"

Harry's expression remained effortlessly composed as he shook his head. "Nah, nothing broke. Just had to fix up the shelf, that's all." His response was smooth, natural, not giving anything away.

Aspen sighed in relief. "That's good. I'd feel awful if you had to clean up a huge mess after getting hurt."

Harry squeezed her waist reassuringly. "Didn't have to clean up a thing, love. No worries."

They lingered like that for a few more minutes, their conversation drifting from Aspen's classes to a funny story Isobel had told her earlier. Every so often, Harry would tuck a loose strand of hair behind Aspen's ear, his fingers brushing against her jawline as he admired her. The way she spoke, the way she smiled—it was enough to make his entire night feel a little lighter.

Eventually, Aspen yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Harry took the hint, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before nodding toward the hallway.

"C'mon, let's get some rest."

Aspen led him upstairs to her room, her heart skipping a beat when she noticed that Isobel had kindly laid out some of Zayn's spare clothes on the edge of the bed for Harry. She turned to him with a small smile. "You can change into those. I'll go wash up."

Harry nodded, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom. Aspen took her time, washing her face and brushing her teeth before setting a spare toothbrush out for him. When she returned, she found Harry standing by her bed, dressed in Zayn's hoodie and sweatpants, looking unreasonably cozy.

"I left a toothbrush for you," she told him shyly, gesturing toward the bathroom.

Harry smirked. "Taking care of me again?"

Aspen's cheeks burned. "Just go brush your teeth," she mumbled, making him chuckle as he walked past her.

As Harry stepped out of the bathroom, he made his way to sit on the edge of her bed. The soft glow of Aspen's bedside lamp cast a golden hue across the room, bathing her in its warmth. She stood at her nightstand, delicate fingers unclasping the necklace she had worn all day, her movements slow and meticulous. Harry lingered for a moment in the doorway, watching her.

There was something about Aspen in moments like this— so unaware of how effortlessly captivating she was. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the quiet focus on her face as she carefully laid the necklace down— it made his chest ache in a way he still wasn't sure how to put into words.

Before she could turn around, he moved, his presence suddenly warm behind her, his hands finding her wrists with gentle ease. His touch was tender, but there was something purposeful about it, something that made her breath still for just a second.

Aspen turned slowly, and the moment her eyes met his, she felt something shift inside her. Harry was sitting at the edge of her bed, gazing up at her with an expression so raw, so unguarded, that she almost had to look away. But she didn't—she couldn't.

His hands drifted down to hers, rough fingers intertwining with her smaller ones, and she let him. He toyed with them absently, tracing along the dips of her knuckles as if committing them to memory. His touch was warm, steady, grounding.

"You're so good to me, Asp," he murmured, his voice quiet in the stillness of the room.

Aspen swallowed, her heart hammering at the sincerity in his tone. The way he was looking at her—it was like she was something precious, something worth cherishing. It made her feel lightheaded, made her cheeks burn in that way they always did around him.

She tried to play it off with a small, bashful smile. "You make it easy," she admitted, her voice softer than she meant for it to be.

Harry let out a quiet chuckle, the sound barely more than an exhale. He lifted her hands, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to each of her knuckles. Aspen's breath hitched.

"I mean it," he said, his lips brushing against her skin with every word. "You always take care of me, always look out for me—even for the small things." He squeezed her fingers gently, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Don't think I don't notice."

Aspen felt something tighten in her chest, something overwhelming and all-consuming. She didn't know how to describe it—only that it was him. It was the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he made her feel so seen.

Her lips parted slightly, her gaze locked onto his. She had never been good at saying what she felt, never been good at speaking words that left her vulnerable. But with Harry, it was different. With Harry, it felt safe.

So she let herself say it.

"I love you," she whispered, barely more than breath.

For a moment, there was only silence between them—thick, charged, heavy with meaning. His fingers tightened ever so slightly around hers, and Aspen swore she could hear his heart beating just as frantically as hers.

And then he smiled. Every time was like their first time saying it, so raw and so beautiful.

Not his usual teasing smirk, not his playful grin— but something softer, something fuller. His entire face softened, his green eyes shining with something unmistakable.

He turned her hands over in his, lifting them once more to press a kiss against the inside of her wrist, his lips lingering there for a beat longer than necessary. When he looked up at her again, there was nothing but warmth in his gaze.

"I love you, sweet girl," he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Aspen felt her whole body melt. She wasn't sure she had ever felt something so right before. And as Harry pulled her just a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed his forehead against her stomach, she knew— this was where she was meant to be.

The quiet of Aspen's room was suddenly interrupted by muffled giggles from down the hall, barely audible through the walls but persistent enough to be noticed. At first, Aspen ignored it, too caught up in the warmth of Harry's hands still holding hers. But then the giggling didn't stop—it only grew, turning into soft, breathy laughter that was all too familiar.

Aspen groaned, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as she let her head fall back in exasperation. Harry, who had been resting his forehead against her stomach, chuckled as he pulled back, looking up at her with an amused smirk.

"What was that for?" he asked, his fingers lightly squeezing her hips.

Aspen let her hands drop to his shoulders, giving him an exasperated look. "That's Isobel's 'I'm about to get laid' giggle," she deadpanned.

Harry blinked, then threw his head back with a laugh. "No way," he said, his grip tightening slightly on her waist as he pulled her closer. "Right now? With us here?"

"Apparently," Aspen muttered, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe her. She has no shame."

Harry shook his head, still grinning. "I mean, to be fair," he teased, thumbs brushing slow circles under the hem of her hoodie against her bare skin, "we did just crash here uninvited. Maybe she had plans."

Aspen groaned again, letting her face drop into his soft curls. "Ew, don't say that," She whined.

Harry chuckled, his hands wandering slightly higher under the fabric of her hoodie, his fingertips tracing aimless patterns against her warm skin. "I'm just saying," he mused, voice filled with amusement. "Maybe we're the rude ones for interrupting."

Aspen lifted her head to give him a pointed look. "No. They could have waited," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Harry's grin widened, his thumbs still moving in soothing circles against her waist. "Oh, come on," he teased, tilting his head at her. "Are you really that grossed out?"

Aspen narrowed her eyes, but her lips twitched with the threat of a smile. "Yes," she admitted. "I just don't want to hear it."

As if on cue, another set of giggles came from down the hall, slightly louder this time, followed by the sound of Zayn's voice—low and unintelligible, but undeniably flirtatious. Aspen made a noise of protest, burying her face in Harry's curls once again.

Harry couldn't hold in his laughter. He dropped his head against her stomach once more, his shoulders shaking as he tightened his arms around her. "Oh my God, this is amazing," he said through his laughter. "I have never seen you so bothered before."

Aspen smacked his arm lightly, making him laugh even harder.

But then, as if Isobel had finally realized how thin the walls were, a sudden shift in sound filled the apartment. A click of a speaker turning on, followed by music flooding the hallway, successfully drowning out whatever noises were about to be made.

Harry absolutely lost it.

He bent forward, his forehead pressing against Aspen's hip as his laughter spilled out of him, deep and unrestrained. "Oh my God," he wheezed. "They turned on music to cover it up. That's so obvious. That's so obvious."

Aspen groaned, shaking her head. "I hate her," she whined, but there was no real bite to her words. A small smile twitched on her lips at the sight of Harry laughing. The way his eyes squeezed shut and he barked out a laugh before letting it die out into softer ones made her heart swoon. Her big, dark and broody Harry, laughing.

Still laughing, Harry pulled back, his hands sliding a little further up under her hoodie, his touch warm and absentminded. "Should we do the same, then?" he teased, waggling his brows.

Aspen swatted at him again, making him grin.

"Not like that!" he amended quickly, biting back another laugh. "I mean— should we turn on music so we don't have to hear whatever they're doing?"

Aspen pursed her lips in consideration before nodding. "That's a good idea. But no funny business."

She reached for her phone on the nightstand and handed it to Harry, who took it with a pleased smile. It was already connected to her little pink speaker, so all he had to do was shuffle a playlist.

He scrolled for a second before selecting a random mix and tossing the phone onto the bed, music now filling the room and drowning out whatever sounds were coming from down the hall.

Satisfied, Harry turned his attention back to Aspen, hands sliding back under her hoodie without hesitation, fingertips pressing into the dips of her waist. "There," he murmured. "Much better."

Aspen hummed in agreement, her body relaxing under his touch.

The teasing melted away, leaving only the quiet warmth between them as they stood there, wrapped up in each other while soft music played in the background. And though laughter still lingered on their lips, there was something undeniably sweet about the moment—something safe, something them.

Harrys hands found their way back under her sweatshirt to her bare waist, giving her flesh a small squeeze. "The prettiest damn thing," He muttered. His fingers played with the material of her hoodie before he hummed. "Take this off?," he tugged at the hoodie.

Aspen raised her brow and narrowed her eyes after a second. "Harold..."

"No funny business! Just want to see m'girl." Harry swore, flashing her a lopsided grin that she ever so loved. She huffed softly but complied nonetheless, pulling at the sleeves to pull the material off her shoulders and head before tossing it to the side.

Aspen was now left in the soft material of her sleep shorts, the strings tied in a perfect bow at the front. The black tank top she wore clung to her skin comfortably, one of her favorites to sleep in.

The man hummed in satisfaction before returning his hands to her hips, his index finger and middle finger slipping under the snug material of her tank top. As he slid his hands up, he rode up the material carefully. Harry glanced up at Aspen, blushing while shyly playing with his curls, before leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to her stomach. He sighed contently and closed his eyes, his hands now caressing over the exposed skin.

Aspen squeaked out a shy sound, soft breaths replacing her giggles that wanted to escape. She couldn't help but be ticklish, but the feeling of his warmth on her dominated the funny feeling. She felt the graze of his cool lip ring across her belly button before he pressed another kiss, keeping his lips there before he nuzzled his nose against her skin.

"I love you. So, so much," Harry muttered as he continued with his lingering kisses, which slowly turned into open mouth kisses in which he grazed his teeth other the skin, occasionally following with his tongue ever so lightly.

He let out another breath against her skin as his large hands sprawled over the curve of her back, the cool of his ring feeling electrifying against her.

"I love you," She squeaked out once more, a small gasp pressing through her lips. He held her in place, comfortably yet firmly. Harry's hand slid up the small of her back, his other hand following below before he sprawled them back to her waist, giving another squeeze.

Her small fingers carded through the mess of his curls, slightly longer than when she had first met him. But she loved his hair, she always did. She twirled a strand around her finger shyly as her stomach fluttered from how gentle he was.

Harry's lips continued with their open kisses, his bottom catching on her skin as he moved from place to place. He sighed once more, pulling her closer as he pressed a final kiss just below her belly button before looking back up at her.

The man's thumbs pressed small circular motions into her supple skin as he kept his eyes locked on hers. She was shy, he noticed. Her eyes would flicker around his face instead of holding his, and she'd taking shaky breaths or shift on her feet every now and then. Not uncomfortable, just... shyly his.

The corner of his lips turned up, his teeth catching the metallic ring that pierced through his lips. Aspens hands fell from his curls to his jaw, thumbing over the area as she brushed her fingers along the scattered yet cohesive tattoos that decorated his neck. Her thumb brushed over the little mark that she had left, slightly faded and concealed from the ink. A swirl in her stomach was followed by heat rising back to her neck and cheeks, tinting the tips of her ears as the memories of that day rang through her mind.

Harry's large hands continued on with their journey up. He kept his eyes locked on her features, noticing when her cheeks would tint pink or how her lips would momentarily part when his hands cupped over her tits. He gave them a soft squeeze, a satisfied sound falling from his lips while his thumbs brushed along each of her nipples— now perked up.

"Fuck," He sighed in a mutter, sucking in a breath once he had registered she wasn't wearing a bra. Harry swore, once it came to her, he was an erratic teenage boy again. Even the smallest of touches to or from her would send him over the edge. His fingers grazed over the bud once more, drawing a sweet sound from Aspen.

Her shy eyes flickered away, but Harry shook his head. "Look at me, baby."

With flushed cheeks, almost from embarrassment, her brown eyes found his green ones once more. She flickered between both of them, noticing how much darker they had gotten.

"You're so god damn beautiful, did y'know tha'?" He rasped out, leaning forward to press another kiss to her stomach. His fingers continued to brush along her nipples, taking the sensitive bud between his fingers in a gentle rolling motion.

A whimper fell from Aspens lips as her knees buckled slightly, placing her hands on Harry's strong shoulders to keep her up. He chuckled lowly, loving every reaction he was able to draw the first out of from her. Shakily, she whispered out a "thank you", trying to constrain her soft sounds from his torturing touches.

Harry grinned against her stomach, licking his lips slowly as he pulled back. "Such a good girl f'me, always using your manners." His voice was low, an octave less than before when he spoke. Aspen swore she could feel the butterflies rapid wing fire on the inside of her stomach.

She nodded and swallowed, her lips parting into a breathy moan when he gave a particular harsh tug, her brows furrowing. "T-thank you," Aspen stuttered out, her fingers gripping the material of the hoodie he wore.

Harry took his lip ring between his teeth once more as he studied the look on her face. How she was puffing out the cutest whines and whimpers, how her brows would furrow, though she'd try to hide it with her eyes locked on his. She looked so vulnerable, so innocent.

The man attached his lips to her stomach once more, trailing his kisses to the area on her hip right above where the hem of her sleep shorts came up. Harry latched his lips carefully, grazing his teeth over the area between his lips as he sucked a deep bruise into her skin.

The sting was soon complimented by the rush of pleasure that made her head spin. Aspen let out her first moan of the night, a breathy, angelic sound of Harry's name. Her eyes momentarily fluttered shut as he stayed latched to her skin, only opening them in time to watch the way his tongue wetly traced along the dark bruise.

Aspen wouldn't lie. There was something about the way he looked below her. The bruise under his eye, the cut that threatened to snap open at the wrong expression. How the cut on his lip had glossed over from spit, his lips now blotched in a deeper shade.

She fawned over the way his lips moved. They had their own way of working, more stretched and 'square' compared to a circular puck. She noticed it when he'd pucker his lips at her in the shop between clients or in his office as he was about to leave, forming two beautiful lines in his pout rather than hers, a soft rounder mush for him to capsulate.

The girl slid her hands to the base of his neck once more, her fingers dancing along the inked skin as she took in another threatening breath. His fingers came up to hook onto the bottom of the straps, pulling the black strings off her shoulders. His eyes scanned hers from his position for any signs of discomfort before he sat back up as his fingers tugged the material down.

Harry's lips parted in awe as her tits freed from the material, bouncing and perking up from the motion. His eyes were locked the moment they threatened to spill from the black tank, which was now bunched up at her center.

Aspen blushed a deep red, but something about the way he was looking at her made her feel... needy as opposed to uncomfortable.

She watched as his brows furrowed, lips still slick and parted as his hands came up to cup each one. A gentle squeeze at first, before a firm one. He groaned softly, watching as the flesh of her tits pooled between his fingers.

"Fucking hell, Aspen," Harry murmured, squeezing once more. As her nipple popped out from between his fingers, his mouth only fell wider in his awe.

She couldn't help the breathy giggle that escaped her lips as one of her hands came to rest under his chin, gently nudging his mouth to close. He swallowed and cracked his own chuckle, his eyes never leaving the sight.

With a final squeeze, Harry slid his right hand up to the base of her neck, pulling her face towards his before capturing her lips in a kiss. Aspen let out a happy sigh, her hands coming to cup his jaw while his other hand continued its free roam over her chest. The man slid his tongue along her bottom lip, pushing past her parted lips to dance with hers. He let out a small groan at the feeling.

Once their lips had disconnected, Harry's hands worked over her chest once more. He groped at the flesh, running his thumbs over her nipples once more as he placed a kiss to her stomach, just above her belly button. His large hands dropped to her hips, two fingers hooking onto her shorts. "May I?" He asked softly, his eyes finding her beautiful brown ones again. Aspen bit the inside of her bottom lip while she nodded shyly.

Harry’s touch was deliberate yet gentle, his fingertips grazing Aspen’s skin like he was memorizing every detail of her. The soft warmth of her thighs beneath his hands drew him in further, and the way she bit her bottom lip shyly sent his heart into overdrive. He leaned forward, pressing a line of tender kisses along her stomach before letting his lips drift lower, his actions unhurried and full of intention.

As Aspen stepped out of her shorts, Harry held her hips in place as he slid off the edge of the bed, falling gently onto his knees beneath her.

Aspen’s breathing hitched, her hands instinctively finding their way to his curls, the soft texture grounding her in the moment. Her fingers threaded through the strands, lightly tugging as Harry’s lips trailed across her skin. He murmured something inaudible against her, a combination of reverence and affection, before allowing himself to leave faint marks in hidden places.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice hushed but fervent, like she was the only person in the world. His hands rested on her hips, steadying her, as his lips continued their journey. The warmth of his breath against her made her pulse race, and she couldn’t suppress the small sighs of contentment escaping her lips.

Aspen glanced down at him, her cheeks flushed, her expression soft yet full of vulnerability. Harry tilted his head up slightly, catching her gaze. “Do you know how stunning you are?” he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion.

She couldn’t bring herself to speak, so she shook her head ever so slightly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. Harry’s grin grew as he let out a quiet chuckle, pressing his lips to the inside of her thigh. “I’ll just have to keep proving it to you,” he teased, his tone playful but sincere.

Harry sprawled his large, ring clad fingers onto her thighs, feeling the flesh pool in his hands. His lips latched onto the supple skin with ease, his mouth working wonders into leaving smaller marks this time on the inside of her thighs. As he trailed his mouth higher, his nose lightly brushed against her clothed clit, making the girl gasp and look down at him once again.

The man licked his lips slowly as he closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose against the girls mound. He tilted his head to press a kiss over her clothed clit, his fingers hooking onto the band of her panties to pull them down in one swift, slow motion. Harry kept his eyes trained on the way there was a string of slick connecting from her folds to her panties, watching the bond break in awe once her panties rested above her knee.

Harry licked his lips once more, gently nudging her legs further with his hands before they gave her thighs another firm squeeze. It had been too long since he was able to taste her, missing the sweetness she carried. Without any hesitation or warning, he pressed his tongue flat against her soaked clit.

Aspen's knees buckled as she let out a moan, her fingers gripping his curls slightly at the sudden movement. He wasted no time indulging, gliding his tongue through her wet folds and circling her clit before flicking the tip of his tongue over. His nose rested right over the curve of her cunt, a perfect fit, he thought.

He inhaled slowly and shuddered out a sigh, peeling his eyes open to look up at her. "Y'smell so fucking good," He grumbled out against her before his tongue continued its swift motions. "So soft, so bare. Do it all f'me, dont you? Waiting day by day until I touch this sweet cunt 'f yours."

She couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her, her hips slightly bucking down onto his face whenever he'd swipe his tongue over her clit. "Harry," She whined out in utter need. His words made her clench around the open air.

His hands ran soothing motions along the sides of her thighs, dipping back to the bottom crevice of her ass where he slid his middle fingers into. He groaned at the flesh wrapped around his fingers with ease, his hands digging into her skin.

Harry swirled his tongue once more before he prodded his tongue over her entrance, now in his own state of need. He needed to taste her more, to have her come on his tongue. His tongue flicked over her hole repeatedly in teasing motions which sent Aspen's breathing into an irregular pattern. He was such a tease, applying just under the right amount of pressure to shove his tongue in before he retaliated to come up over her clit once more.

The mans face was filthy. His chin and lips covered in her wet, his throat bobbing each time he swallowed desperately to get the taste of her in his system.

Harry let out a groan against her when his nose brushed along her clit, his tongue pushing into her warmth. She was incredibly tight, the most perfect fit. His head spun any time he thought about how she was ever going to fit his cock inside of her. How her hole would flutter and how she'd cry out from just taking the tip. One of his hands dropped down to palm over his covered bulge, closing his eyes tightly.

Aspen tugged at his hair unexpectedly when she felt his slick tongue enter her. She moaned out, practically cried out, Harry's name in her squeakish voice. Her legs shook slightly from the motion, pleasure coursing through her while she clenched around his tongue. When the tug of his curls came, thats when Harry had lost it.

He wrapped his arms around her the underside of her thighs before quickly flipping them, Aspen landing into the soft plush of her sheets on her back. It took her by surprise, a gasp turning into a whimper with her back arching from the sheets once he got his tongue buried inside her the moment she made contact with the bed.

Harry's strong arms wrapped around her thighs and forced them open as he worked his tongue along the inside of her walls. With every nuzzle and brush of his nose over her clit, her thighs threatened to clamp down if it weren't for his arms. Aspen's small hands found his curls again, now testing the waters as she gave another tug.

The man groaned and pressed his hips down into the mattress as his movements became more feverish. Not only did she taste like pure sweet innocence, her hands worked wonders that he'd never expect.

"Fuck," Harry groaned as he pulled away, his mouth and chin a complete mess. His eyes flickered up to Aspens face, who was panting slightly with a full on blush now.

"Heaven 's really sent me the best fuckin' pussy, huh?"

The filth that poured from Harry's mouth made her tummy coil. "Please," she whined out, tugging his head back down subconsciously by his curls. He smirked at his mouth latched over her clit, tongue flicking in between his kisses and sucking.

He loved that she was getting more dirty with him, more open to getting what she wanted. It turned Harry on like crazy when she got like this. When she would beg him, even if it was just a word, it had his hips rutting into the mattress below.

His own moans poured out over her clit as his mouth sloppily encapsulated her whole, his tongue brushing up from her entrance to her clit and back down, plunging into the tight warmth.

"Oh god," Aspen gasped out into a moan, her hips twitching. The feeling in her stomach bubbled up as the seconds went on with his torturous mouth. "Please, Daddy, please just...," She babbled on in her little voice, unsure of what it was she needed she just knew it had to be Harry.

Aspen's chest rose and fell as she took in needed breaths to calm herself, but with every motion of his tongue, she was so fucked and hooked on the feeling. He knew what he was doing, and she didn't need to have past experience to know just how good he was.

He pushed himself up, giving a final swirl of his tongue over her entirety before he sat onto his knees, his left hand shoving the material of his sweats down. The other was buried between her thighs, his middle finger coating itself in her slick and his spit as he ran it along her folds.

Harry grabbed the hem of the hoodie with his teeth, tugging it upward in one fluid motion as his arms lifted to pull it off completely. The material slipped from his grasp and onto the bed, leaving him kneeling in front of Aspen in nothing but his sweats.

"You drive me insane, baby," He grunted, his free cock flying up to slap against his lower abdomen. Aspen sat up, propping herself on her elbows as she watched. His tip, burning a firey deep red, slick with precum.

She froze, her brown eyes wide as they took him in fully for the first time. She had felt the hard planes of his chest beneath her touch before, but seeing him like this, completely bare and unguarded, was an entirely different experience.

His skin was a warm tan, a canvas that seemed perfectly crafted for the intricate ink that covered him. The tattoo of a large butterfly spread its wings across the center of his chest, commanding attention, while a scattering of smaller, meaningful designs adorned the rest of him. Each line and shade of the tattoos seemed deliberate, their placement enhancing the natural curves of his body.

Aspen’s gaze lingered, drawn to the defined slope of his collarbones and the strong pecs beneath them. The way his chest rose and fell with every rugged breath kept her captivated. Her eyes wandered lower, tracing the dips and curves of his abs, the ridges subtly visible even under the soft light of the room. Every muscle seemed sculpted, defined but not overly harsh, the kind of build that was both rugged and effortless.

"Harry..." she breathed, her voice soft, almost reverent. Her gaze flitted back to his face, her cheeks heating as she realized how long she had been staring. "I… I’ve never…"

The corner of Harry’s lips quirked into a small smile, his green eyes glinting with affection as he watched her reaction. “What? Never seen a bloke with his shirt off?” he teased lightly, but there was a softness in his tone, a tenderness that told her he didn’t mind her looking.

She shook her head quickly, her words tumbling out in a shy rush. “No, not like this. I mean… not you.”

His smile widened, and he leaned closer, his hand finding her waist as he leaned down. “You can look as long as you want,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a quiet, playful pitch. “I don’t mind. In fact, I like the way you look at me.”

Aspen’s heart thudded in her chest as she dared to let her fingers lightly graze along his skin, her touch hesitant but curious. The warmth of him beneath her fingertips, the firmness of his chest and the soft give of his skin where it wasn’t inked, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help herself as her fingers traced the moth tattoo, marveling at the detail before her touch traveled lower, skimming the edge of the tattoos that dipped just above his hips.

Then, his finger pushed into her. She gasped, falling flat onto her back with a soft plush sound. Harry kept his finger in place, knuckle deep, as his lips latched onto the skin of her chest. He kissed warmly and wet over her collarbones, dragging his lips down to her perky tits. He groaned as his lips brushed over her nipple, eliciting a gasp-like whimper from Aspen.

Harry took the bud between his teeth lightly, flicking his tongue over it. Aspen sucked in a breath, ultimately succumbing to the pleasure when he rolled her nipple between his teeth as he started to pump his finger. Just one was doing wonders for her, she couldn't imagine taking him whole.

"Tha's such a good girl," The man muttered against her skin as he traveled to pay the same attention to her other breast. "You feel so tight, such a fuckin' innocent little virgin, my god," He muttered off before his mouth became occupied once more. This was Heaven for Harry.

The hand on her waist landed on the base of his cock, swallowing lightly as he gave himself a firm squeeze before he gave a sharp tug. With his eyes closed, his mind went back to how his hand swallowed hers whole when she fisted his cock in his office. How she looked so innocent yet so curious, wanting to learn how to please him.

Harry curled the finger inside of her as his thumb landed on her clit, rubbing in circular motions while he found that sweet spot inside her with ease.

Aspen's eyes widened as her breath faltered, a long, whiny moan escaping her red lips. "Oh...," She swallowed, driving her hips down to meet the pace of his hand.

He only smirked against her skin, pulling up while licking his lips. The man stared down at the sight below him. Her legs spread wide, perky tits just begging for his attention, her hair messy and sprawled out around her on the bed while her face was twisted in sweet pleasure.

The pace of his hand on his cock quickened, watching the way her cunt eagerly swallowed his finger. Without another thought, Harry pressed in his ring finger, the stretch around his fingers making him groan.

Aspen's eyes shot fully open at that, sucking in a breath as she looked up at Harry. Fuck. The way his chest flexed with each pump of his cock, his curls falling in his face, and how he was so focused on where his fingers were.

She swore she was about to pass out. He pumped his fingers slowly at first, but he took it as a sign to speed things up when she clenched around his digits.

"Shit," He moaned, tossing his head back as he swiped a thumb over his tip. The man shifted over on his knees, his cock enveloped in his fist right over the apex of her thighs.

"Can't wait t'have you," Harry shuddered in a moan, curling and pumping his fingers as she gushed around them. His hand around his cock matched the aching pace.

"The day I feel this sweet little pussy around me? God, the Lord can take me," He grunted, removing his thumb from her clit momentarily to drag the tip of his cock between her folds and over the sensitive bud before his thumb fell back.

It was hard. Took everything in him to not do it over and over and over again until he could slyly slip inside of her, make her cry out from the stretch. He never wanted to hurt her, wanted to take his time, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't do something to his head and his cock when he imagined how her eyes would prickle with tears and how her cunt would stretch out deliciously for him. Taking whats hers and making it his.

Aspen felt the coil in her tummy rise quick. She whimpered softly and reached up, desperate for some sort of contact. Moans poured from her lips, some of his name and some of incoherent plea's.

Harry panted, looking up at her through his lashes before he released his cock and quickly took her hand into his, giving it a squeeze before wrapping it around himself.

"C'mon, sweet girl. Take whats yours, and-- fuck," He grunted when she swiped her thumb over his tip, the clasp of her hand focused on his tip. Harry hunched forward slightly, the sensitive pleasure shooting up his spine. "And make me come, yeah?" He moaned out, losing whatever sense of composure he had.

The man continued fucking her with his fingers, drawing delicious moans from his girl when he'd circle over her clit. He could feel the way she clenched around him repeatedly, aching for release.

"Harry," Aspen cried out into a moan, her eyes screwing shut as her orgasm washed through her. Her legs shook and pressed around his hand. Harry let out a string of curse words as he quickly leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own.

The man swallowed her sweet sounds as he helped her pump his cock between kisses. After a few more tugs and with how Aspen teased over the tip of his cock, he lost it. Thick ropes of his come spurted along her lower tummy, catching strands on the top of her cunt. He panted into her mouth in between kisses, coaxing her and praising her for how well she did.

He placed another sloppy kiss to her lips then her jaw before he reluctantly sat back up before he toppled onto her, his own chest heaving.

His fingers were drenched with her liquids, a small bit of his own on his wrist as he pulled them out slowly. With a lopsided grin, he took his fingers between his mouth and licked them clean, his green eyes raking over her spent body.

"Can't let it go to waste, hm?"

Aspen giggled shyly, pressing her thighs together. She felt exposed, so vulnerable in the best ways. She brushed the hair out of her face and giggled once more, shaking her head. Her fingers dipped down to her lower stomach, collecting his come on her finger before she raised it to her lips. The girl set her finger on her tongue, wrapping her lips around the digit as she looked up at him, a teasing smile creeping up on her lips before she removed it with a 'pop'.

"Fuckin' hell, Aspen," He groaned, dropping his head as he planted his hands on her bent knees. A second passed before he practically ripped them open, falling tongue first over her cunt to lick her clean. He smirked as she withered beneath him, gasping and whining about how sensitive it was but he was determined to get every last drop of her.

Harry collected the rest of his come onto his two fingers once he sat up, licking his lips clean and wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He scooted up, closer to Aspen who was now propped up on her elbows. The man caught her bottom lip with his thumb and pulled her lips apart, sliding his other two fingers between them and onto her tongue.

"Suck," he demanded, a smirk tugging his lips when she obliged.

When his fingers came out clean, Harry took the opportunity to lock their lips. This one was softer, carried a hint of sweetness and care, as if telling her she did such a good job for him.

"I love you," The man muttered against her lips, sighing contently as he continued to work her plush ones. After a few seconds and lingering kisses, he sat back up and placed his hands on her knees, this time using his thumb to caress the skin.

"I love you, H," she squeaked, slowly blinking up at him, still in her foggy state after what they had just done.

"You did so good for me, y'know that? Took everything so well, let me have you and taste you. Which is my favorite thing to do, hm? Never take tha' away from me," He teased with a smile, his tongue brushing over his lips once more.

Harry’s thumb continued to draw small circles on Aspen’s knees, his touch grounding her as she caught her breath. The hazy glow in her brown eyes softened into something tender, something he could lose himself in. His chest swelled with a warmth that went beyond the physical, a kind of contentment he hadn’t known he needed until this very moment.

Leaning forward, Harry pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips brushing against the damp skin there. “Let’s get you comfortable, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as though he didn’t want to disturb the quiet intimacy they had created.

Aspen nodded slowly, her cheeks still tinged with warmth as she met his gaze. The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the room that mattered—made her heart flutter. Harry slipped off the bed with ease, stretching briefly before making his way to the small bathroom adjacent to the room. She heard the sound of water running, and a few moments later, he returned with a warm, damp towel in hand.

“Here, sweetheart,” he said, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His gentle smile only deepened as he carefully began to wipe her down, the warmth of the towel soothing against her flushed skin. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, and full of care, as though she was something fragile he was determined to handle with the utmost tenderness.

Aspen watched him, her heart swelling with affection. The contrast of his earlier dominance and the gentle devotion he now displayed left her feeling safe, adored, and completely seen. Her fingers found their way into his curls again, absentmindedly twirling the soft strands as he worked.

“Thank you, H,” she whispered softly, her voice full of sincerity.

Harry glanced up at her, his green eyes sparkling with emotion. “You never have to thank me for takin’ care of you, love. I like lookin’ after you.”

Once he was finished, he tossed the towel into the bathroom and made his way to her closet, pulling open the doors. His brows furrowed in concentration as he sifted through her clothes, searching for something comfortable. “This’ll do,” he muttered to himself, grabbing one of her baggiest shirts and a fresh pair of panties before bringing them over.

“Arms up,” he said with a cheeky grin, helping her out of her current top and slipping the oversized shirt over her head. He placed a quick kiss on her temple before helping her into the clean pair of panties, his touch never lingering too long, respecting her need for comfort.

As they settled back into bed, the music on her speaker faded into silence. The stillness was short-lived, though, as muffled snickering broke through from the hallway. The sound of hurried footsteps followed, making Aspen freeze.

“Oh my God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “They were listening, weren’t they?”

Harry burst into laughter, his chest shaking as he pulled her hands away to kiss her knuckles. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But can you blame ’em? We’re a tough act to ignore.”

Aspen smacked his arm playfully, her face glowing red. “This is mortifying.”

“C’mon, love,” he teased, his grin widening. “It’s not like we were exactly quiet.” He leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers. “Besides, I think we’ve just given Zayn some competition.”

She rolled her eyes, but a giggle slipped past her lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he quipped, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. His hands slipped under the oversized shirt, resting warmly on her back as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

As they lay tangled together, Aspen sighed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the ink on his chest. “I can’t believe you just did all that wearing Zayn’s clothes,” she teased softly, her voice light and playful.

Harry chuckled, his lips brushing against her hair. “What can I say? I make anything look good.” He paused, his tone turning mischievous. “And one day, we’ll do even worse.”

Aspen laughed softly, shaking her head as she nestled closer to him. The teasing faded into a comfortable silence, their breaths syncing as they held each other.

As sleep began to pull her under, Aspen thought about how safe and loved she felt in his arms. Harry, on the other hand, couldn’t stop marveling at the way her presence filled every empty space inside him.

“I love you,” she murmured sleepily, her words muffled against his chest.

Harry smiled, his hold tightening just slightly. “I love you more, Asp. Always.”

And with that, the two drifted off, the world outside their little bubble fading into nothing.

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