#1D-sexualdesires

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

hi! do you know any good fics where the characters are in uni?

Yes! I am a suckerrrr for uni Harry. He’s the reason I survived university haha here are some good ones! Also just as a side note, anything these people write is stellar and I def recommend you follow them if you don’t already 😁👍🏻

Gravity by @moonchildstyles

Sex Ed w/Harry by @gurugirl - there’s also a stepdad Harry where the female character is in uni - Harry isn’t but that one’s good too if you’re interested in some smut and forbidden/taboo type of themes:) it 15/10!

Harry uses Y/N for his art final by @jawllines

Love’s An Ache in the Jaw & Part 2 (TA! Harry) by @harryforvogue

 Muse & Part 2 by me:) when I used to write for @1d-sexualdesires

And here’s a uni/college Harry fic rec masterlist by @hrryfics so that you can explore more 🙂❤️ happy reading!!!

#uni harry fic recs #fic recs

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24 & 7 PLEASE I NEED!

GUUUURL… I’ve never written something like this. It’s a bit long because I combined them! 

24. I’LL HAVE YOU UP AGAINST THE WALL IN A SECOND & 7. BE GRATEFUL THAT I’M EVEN LETTING YOU CUM. BEEN SO FUCKING NAUGHTY LATELY

Five days. Five fucking days Y/N had been relentlessly needy and Harry’s patience was wearing thin. He was busy in the studio working on his new album and he really didn’t have time to be concerned over Y/N, his long time friends with benefits. They met on Harry’s last tour with One Direction, she had been one of those fortunate ones that he couldn’t take his eyes off of and she was cool, so despite the assumption that it would be a one time thing, the two became friends and well, they both got a little more out of it too.

Harry was about to shut his phone off to rid him of the distraction, but having been reading over her very filthy text messages he saw what came in next and to say that his mouth watered was an understatement. He tried his best not to groan aloud at the mirror-selfie of her in his button-up and panties. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra and his last name was embroidered over her heart and then another message came in: Can I keep this?

Harry:

Why are you doing this to me? And why are you going through my clothes?

Y/N:

I’m bored and I’m serious, Har, I like it, it’s very soft.

Harry:

I need to focus, love. PLEASE.

Y/N:

Have you had dinner? I can drop by and bring you something :)

Harry shouldn’t have immediately thought about eating her tight, little cunt and ass but that was the first thing that came to mind. He was torn, he wanted to send everyone home and go fuck Y/N, but he also wanted to tie her up and spank her because studio time is very expensive and having producers and technicians on top of that was costing him more. Sure, they were his friends, but this was work and she was wasting his precious time and money. Despite his logical reasoning for why he had been ignoring her he responded in the following manner.

Harry:

The guys really like Thai.

Y/N:

Great! See you in a bit!

In about an hour there were knocks on the door and Jeff went to open it. Jeff knew Y/N, he knew they were friends, but nothing more. Jeff would certainly tell Harry that he should have disclosed that he had been sleeping with her for a few years for precautionary measures, but Harry trusted her 100% and it showed. Especially when he allowed her to come to the studio where he was working on the new album.

“Hey!” Jeff said excitedly and Y/N grinned.

“Hey!, who’s hungry?” She asked lifting the bags and the guys basically attacked the table where she quickly set the food down and she just headed over to Harry who was sitting in the swivel chair and taking her in. She was wearing one of his Rolling Stones t-shirts and he bit his lip because she still wasn’t wearing a bra. The shirt was knotted at her waist and he could see a tiny sliver of skin from where her high-waisted jeans didn’t quite reach and she grinned at him as he stood to hug her.

“Hey, daddy.” She teased softly against his ear and he was furious, but his cock twitched in interest none the less.

“Behave or I’ll have you up against the wall in a second.” He seethed as he hugged her tight and she smirked devilishly as she pulled back.

“No you won’t. I know you love an audience, but not when you’re fucking me.” She challenged quietly, staring at his lips a bit too long.

She looked up to his eyes and saw that he was brooding. He was planning something and he was definitely going to get his payback. She had been staying at his place this week while she got some work done at her complex and since he’d been working so late he had been sleeping at one of his friend’s places since it was a short five minute drive, unlike the thirty minutes he’d have to drive to get back to his house.

“Keep it up, darling.” He warned.

“The only thing that’s up right now is your dick.” She giggled, “Bet you’re getting hard at the thought of punishing me or something.” She said and he couldn’t deny the fact that his prick was budging up at the idea of getting her back for her teasing, his achey balls, and really unsatisfying orgasms over the past few days.

“Y’better be ready for when I get home, angel, because you’re going to get it.” He said and she bit her lip, she couldn’t wait. She had felt neglected for days and she was thirsty for anything he would give her.

“Oh, trust me, daddy, I am more than ready for you.” She smirked before turning to the guys, still serving themselves some food. “Well, I hope you guys enjoy it. Don’t work too late!” She said and they all chimed in their thank you’s and just like that she was gone and he was angry and horny.

****

Harry arrived to a dark and quiet home, it was nearly half past one and he knew that Y/N was more than likely in his room waiting for him. As he headed up and down the hall he could hear the TV humming lowly, he didn’t bother knocking, just walked in and shut the door, when he turned around he softened up as he saw her asleep, a pillow hugged to her chest and she was in some very pretty and delicate looking lingerie, his ‘Styles’ button up covering her shoulders, but leaving her ass exposed, he wanted to bite into it. He loved her ass and she hated it, so the fact that she was wearing a thong was certainly for his pleasure. He quietly stripped down to his boxers and lit the candles in his room and shut off the TV as he headed into his closet and opening his jewelry box to retrieve some very silky scarves he used as ties. He worked on connecting the two with a knot as he made his way back into the bedroom, tucking the material into his boxer briefs before hovering over her and kissing her cheek, then shoulder and her hip, knee, and ankle. His hand kneaded at her bum and delivered a light smack making her stir.

“Wake up, angel.” He said softly and she groaned.

“S’late, Har.” She mumbled and he pried the pillow from her grip.

“You didn’t care about that when you sent me your booty call text a few days ago. Left me hard and achey.” He said and she slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she did was roll them before he leaned down and kissed her slowly. His tongue licked at her bottom lip and bit down on it before slipping it into her mouth and rubbing it against hers in a way they’d both been craving, he didn’t let himself get carried away, no, just when it started heating up he pulled back.

“You could’ve very easily come home and I would’ve fucked you senseless, but no. You’ve neglected me nearly the whole week and ignored my texts for two days, that’s very rude.” She said and he sighed.

“M’sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you, but I’ve been busy. I texted you back today though, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, finally.” She huffed and he smirked.

“You’re being a proper brat, Y/N.”

“Really? Am I?” She asked and he raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t patronize me, angel. My generous mood is starting to wear off.” He warned her and she rolled her eyes once more.

“Well, get to it then.” She said and he chuckled.

“You’ve got shit manners, you know tha’?”

“Ughh, please. Please. I’m just impatient because I had a very steamy dream on Sunday since I knew I’d be here this week and I’ve just been dying for a little bit of attention.” She said and he hummed.

“You were still very naughty today, love. Made me hard in front of my friends, talked back, wore my favorite shirt without permission… that was today alone! Could go on for a while if I started listing off what you’ve been doing all week.” He said and she bit her lip.

“So what’re you gonna do?” She asked and he smiled.

“I’m going to fuck you and I’m gonna wear my cock ring, I don’t even want you to consider cumming without my permission.” He said sternly and she moaned, she was pooling already. She loved when he got demanding and assertive with her, “Now, get undressed and on your knees for me, hands behind your back.”

“Daddy, need to touch you.” Y/N whined as she sat up getting naked and he shook his head.

“Well you don’t get to.” He decided and once she had finished she turned to her back, putting her hands behind her back and pouting as he tied them securely.

Y/N didn’t like being tied up, she wasn’t a fucking animal to be put on a rope but she also didn’t hate it and very rarely did she let Harry do it. If she really didn’t want to all she had to do was say no once more and he’d scratch it, but she had been rather mean this week, pretty selfish… so she played along. He pushed her head down to the pillows and then reached into his nightstand drawer pulling out his cock ring, he stepped out of his undergarments and slipped on the toy before he was completely hard. He licked his lips at her position and he really couldn’t help it as he dipped his fingers between her legs, making her whimper as he rubbed on her clit and felt how ready she was for him.

“Proper dripping for me, angel.” He said quietly as she moaned, he was rubbing at her just right, but kept reminding herself, she couldn’t cum like this, he wouldn’t allow it. “Should I give you my cock now?” He asked playfully.

“Yes, please.” She mumbled into the pillow and he grinned, stroking his length now and positioning himself behind her. He guided his tip to her pussy, lubing it up with her arousal and moaning at the heat radiating off of her.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, angel.” He said as he teased her entrance and she moaned, knowing better than to make any movement. One of his hands was guiding his prick against her while the other settled onto her tied hands. His jaw fell slack as he started pressing into her little hole. “You’re so fucking tight.” He mewled through gritted teeth, she was clenching around his cock’s tip and he was seeing stars just from that. Y/N was breathing heavily, whimpering at the stretch. He pulled out and she whined, feeling empty, but suddenly he pushed back in and sunk into her completely, her eyes rolled back and he moaned, “Mmmm, love your tight, little pussy.”

“Please fuck me, daddy.” He couldn’t resist, he was as horny as she was. So with a hand on her hip and the other on her tied hands he pulled out and sunk into her harshly, using her hands to pull her into him harder as he thrust with all his might.

With the cock ring he was surely to last longer, drawing out her torture as he teased her clit and just as she was about to cum undone he’d warn her not to come. He could feel her pussy clenching hard around him, trying to hold back her orgasm. Whining and begging him to please keep rubbing her clit. Twenty minutes later he was driving into her slow and deep, pushing her further up the bed with every thrust, he was sweaty and panting and his cock was aching, balls feeling full and heavy, grinning smugly as she squeezed him hard.

“Daddy please, I’m aching.” She begged, “Fuck, wanna come for you, please.” She whined.

“Cum without permission and you won’t cum again until next month.” He warned and she wanted to cry, her pussy was throbbing, swollen and aching for release. It was hard to push the feeling away, especially as his cock rammed into her g-spot every single time. “Fuck, Im so close.” He grunted and if he wouldn’t let her do it, she at least wanted to feel his cum dripping out of her.

“F’I can’t cum, can you please come inside me?” She moaned, “Please, wanna feel you filling me up.” She pleaded and he moaned, she was so desperate for it. He reached for her clit and rubbed in time with his thrusts.

“Y’want my cum, angel?”

“Yes, please!” She whimpered feebly, her arms starting go numb and cunt throbbing around his hard cock.

“Fuck, got a really big one for you.” He moaned as he picked up his pace, the sound of skin smacking skin was loud, but the sound of him driving into her pussy, those fucking delicious wet sounds were nearly just as loud as his hips smacking against her bum. “Fuck, angel m’gonna cum!” He warned, his head falling back as he pulled her hard against his prick by her arms, leaving her clit unattended and she whined at that, but he was right there.

“Need to cum with you, please let me cum with you, Har.” She was done playing along, she just needed to have this moment with him and he groaned.

“Fine, but be grateful that I’m even letting you cum. Been so naughty lately.” He grunted and she nodded.

“Promise, I promise I’ll be good. Just make me cum.” she pleaded and he went back to rubbing her clit. “Oh fuck, like that, H.” She moaned and as she throbbed around him he started cumming.

“Oh fuck, angel. Feel tha’?” He moaned, thrusting hard into her.

“Yes, fuck, thank you.” She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came undone.

“Mmm, keep squeezing me like that, angel. Such a pretty and tight little cunt, make me cum so hard.” He groaned as he finished, panting and hissing as she coated his prick with her cum. “So fucking good for me.” He whispered as his fingers slowly came to a halt on her clit and he pulled out gently, biting his lip. “Push out for me, love. Let me see how much you took for me.” He said softly and she did as she was told, his mind growing hazy as he watched his cum slowly drip out of her, “Such a big fucking load, angel. You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your little cunt.” He said and she hummed.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, H.” She sang softly and he bit his lip. She had never thanked him for making her cum, usually any gratitude was given to his alter ego, but he liked this. After a few more moments of silence he started untying her hands and as soon as she was free she rolled onto her back, letting them just rest freely, her eyes fluttering closed a nice and lazy smile on her face.

“You did really good, Y/N.”

“You too.” She said, opening one eye and he chuckled hovering over her body and leaning down, their breaths mixing together until he pushed his lips against hers softly, nibbling at them and licking into her mouth until they were both breathless and parting for air.

“Yes.” He said and her brows furrowed.

“Yes what?” She asked bit confused and he smiled, pecking her forehead, tip of her nose, and finally her lips.

“You can keep the shirt.”

“Really?” She asked surprised and he smiled, loved to see her happy.

“Yeah, on one condition.” He said and she nodded.

“Alright, what is it?”

“You send me a picture like the one from today every time ya’put it on.” He smirked and she giggled, pulling him down to kiss him deeply, her heart feeling like it was about to burst.

“Deal.”

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[infinatetatie]

Have y’all noticed how tiny Harry’s ears are??? They’re so cute! But can he hear alright?

He’s an angel, my only angel.

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14 & 16 PRETTY PRETTY please!

Again, I default to Harry because he’s my personal fave & I just feel more comfortable writing about him, but if you want another person I can re-write it based off of another boy, LMK! - V

NOW, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF… ANGST & SMUT

14 first and 16 second!

Harry was never one to break his chill, but he’s hit a rough patch in his writing process for the album and isn’t really content with what he’s been producing, so like all human beings he’s been misplacing his frustrations and taking it out on his girlfriend, Y/N. Lately it seems he’s been snapping at her for everything, so much so that she’d rather not see him until this little rut with his creative process comes to an end.

So after two weeks apart Harry decided to make it up to her by taking her to Vegas for the last Halloween party he’d been invited to and let’s just say that she’d been so busy working that the most she’d done socially was befriend her local Japanese food delivery guy named Ren because she had ordered in so often over the last few weeks. Ren was attending USC and was having issues with his boyfriend, Tommy, because he transferred to NYU and long distance wasn’t working for him, they vented to each other now.

“Do you want another drink?” Harry asked over the loud music, pulling her from her thought.

“Martini, extra dry!” She said and he nodded, leaving her to chase after the waitress that had just started leaving their section.

Due to her lack of social interaction she also hadn’t drank in a while, she was very much a social drinker, couldn’t bother to spend the money to do it alone, so with this being her second drink she was already feeling a heady buzz. The two weeks she had given him space were hitting her right now as she watched him chatting with someone, his jaw was just so sharp and his back so broad, she loved biting into his shoulders and biceps when he fucked her. She didn’t even realize she was making her way over to him until she was drunkenly glancing at whoever he was talking to and slurring,

“S’cuse me, can I borrow Harold for just a tick?” The person nodded and she turned him around to face her, pulling him a few feet away, he looked annoyed at how rude she’d been, “We need t’leave. Right now.” She said and he furrowed his brows.

“Why? Are you alright?” He asked concerned and she shook her head, “What’s wrong?” He quickly asked.

“M’leaking!” She said loudly and at first he thought maybe she’d gotten her period or something, but then she elaborated, “I’m so fucking horny and y’need to take me upstairs and fuck me.” She insisted and he sighed.

“Give me a bit more, yeah? I was talking to that guy.” She pouted and nodded. She headed back to her seat in their section and decided to wait twenty minutes. The time had passed and it felt like she was was waiting half her life; she was proper soaking in her panties and it was getting uncomfortable, so again she walked around until she found him, laughing and joking around with some friends and again, she interrupted and he sighed.

“Baby please, m’a fucking mess for you. C’mon.” She pleaded and he rolled his eyes.

“You are a mess, told you that you shouldn’t have the last two drinks.”  He scolded and she was upset now because he had brought her to spend time with her to make up for being a dick lately.

“You’ve been mean to me for two weeks, Harry!” She whined, “I love you n’I want you so, so bad, haven’t had anything for two whole weeks! Miss you.” She pouted through her slurs. He almost gave in, but then she palmed at his crotch and he removed her hand angrily.

“What the fuck? I said to wait.” He seethed and she frowned.

“I’ve been waiting! You said you wanted to come spend time with me and you’ve literally shrugged me off all weekend! Why did you bring me then, huh?” She was feeling more sober now that the anger had set in and he was angry too because she knows that private things stay private and she was making a right scene, having a strop in the middle of the fucking nightclub.

“You’re actin’ like a spoiled brat!” He expressed in irritation and she pouted, “You know not to do shit like tha’ in public! With this little stunt you’ve just pulled you’re waiting another week.” She was frowning now because she really just needed a bit of care and she wasn’t being a brat on purpose. The alcohol made her a little more ballsy, that was all.

“M’sorry, just miss you. Please, babe.” She said softly, he could barely hear her over the music and chatter in the club.

“S’too late for that now, you’ll have to wait. Such a fuckin’ brat.” At that she groaned.

“Fuck you, m’going to the room.” She said before storming off.

****

Two hours later Harry was letting himself into his suite, he wasn’t being quiet at all because he half expected Y/N to storm out and meet him, but it was quiet. As he made his way into the room he saw her knocked out on the bed, she had found the time to shower, her hair was wet and she was in a t-shirt and panties, headphones plugged in and phone facedown on her chest. He felt a bit bad for snapping at her, had she come to Vegas just to argue with him? He sighed and reached for her headphones, gently pulling them out as to not wake her and took her phone from her chest whenever she was upset she tended to watch Titanic, liked to get a good cry out of her system.

Harry pressed his thumb to the home button and his eyes widened in shock when he saw that she had actually been watching porn, the title read something about orgasms from oral only. He swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat and tried to ignore the budging up of his cock as he glanced down to her, wondering if she had gotten herself off. She always had him, or at least she had for the last two years. He was a little bit hurt if she had resorted to porn and her fingers; he glanced to her hands and took his chances, leaning down and smelling her fingers, she had definitely gotten herself off, he frowned, suddenly more horny than she had probably been. He felt selfish and like a proper dick, suddenly her phone chimed in his hand and it was a text from her best friend, he opened it, wondering if it was emergency, they were never secretive about anything, so he knew she wouldn’t mind.

Y/BFF/N:

Welcome to the club, girl…

Is what she had said in response to Y/N saying she had just gotten herself off for the first time in nearly two years and that it had been way better than she remembered and that she had kind of missed it? He was offended and decided to read the thread that started three weeks ago with Y/N saying that Harry had been snappy lately and that she didn’t like to see him frustrated. As he read on he learned that she felt that sometimes she was more of a bother than a comforting presence so she would give him space. Among other things she had said that he hadn’t talked to her in a week and that maybe he didn’t love her anymore; that bit killed him. Y/N’s friend suggested she talk to him and she said she would once he wasn’t so stressed out. Apparently she had a really shit week and he didn’t even know about it. He felt horrible, he had really been neglecting her. He smiled reading over how excited she was for Vegas this weekend and frowned as he saw how it dwindled since they had arrived. Then another text came in… who was Ren? He opened that up and frowned even more.

Y/N:

I don’t think my boyfriend is happy with me anymore. I thought it was just stress, but I think I’m what’s wrong. How’re things with Tommy?

Ren:

I’m sorry, you’re literally one of the best people I know. Couldn’t possibly be you, y/n. Well, Tommy confessed he was cheating today, so that’s done…

Ren:

Maybe we should both try girls for a while

Harry felt like shit, he was proper deflated and the next morning she obviously knew he had gone through her phone, but she couldn’t care less because she didn’t say a thing to him. When they got to the airport she quickly put on her headphones and went to sleep and when they landed she kissed him chastely saying Y/BFF/N had come to pick her up because they had plans. So surely another week went by without either of them saying a thing to each other.

****

Despite not speaking to Harry this whole week Y/N had a decent week, mostly because she was up to her ears in work and couldn’t spare a minute to think about him. When there was a knock at her door she sprang up from her chair and slid on her slippers, hurrying from her office to the front door. She was expecting an important package of samples for work. She swung the door open quickly, smiling bright until she saw who was standing on the other side. Harry looked nervous and the only thing that she could think was: he’s here to break up with me. He had read all her texts and seen the things she had been concerned about and it was just coming to pass.

“Hey.” He spoke first and she stayed quiet, waiting to hear the dreaded words, “Ummm, are you busy?” She shook her head and he looked to his feet then back into her eyes, “We need to talk. Can I come in?” She doesn’t know why she let him in, but she moved to the side and opened the door wider, allowing him to slip inside quickly and follow her to the couch, but staying on his feet, then deciding to sit on the coffee table, directly in front of her.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked softly and he sighed.

“Us. What else?” He asked and she shrugged, “Look, I’m so sorry for doing this to you,” here it comes, she looked down at her hands, preparing to hold back tears until he was gone, “I love you so, so much, Y/N. I’m sorry for shutting you out and being an asshole, for making you feel so shit all the time, that’s not who I want to be for you, baby.” He said, reaching for her warm hands and he smiled, relieved to feel her skin on his. She felt relief, a little smile making it’s way onto her face and continuing. “I want you to know that you’re fuckin’ perfect. You aren’t a brat and you don’t do anything wrong. You’re m’girl, yeah? I’ve been having a difficult time with the album and I’ve misplaced my frustration onto you and that’s not fair.” He said softly, eyes not daring to leave hers because she needs to know that he means it. “I fucking love you. Swear it. With every fiber in my body, I love you.” He finished, feeling relieved as she just sprang forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying and sniffling all while kissing his skin and relishing in his touch.

“I love you too, babe. So, so much. I forgive you.” She assured him and he hummed.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled into her shoulder and she nodded. Pulling back and kissing him softly. God, just feeling his lips against hers already had him feeling better, like a weight was lifted and when they pulled back for a breath he sighed, looking into her eyes, “I’m also sorry for something else.” He said softly.

“What’s that?” She asked, caressing his cheek bones with her hands.

“I’m sorry for driving you to getting yourself off.” He said and she rolled her eyes.

“S’alright, Har.”

“S’not alright. Only I make you cum.” His tone changing and she bit her lip, “I want t’be the one who has you wet and horny, not some actors. Want it to be me, y’know that.” He said kissing her hard and fast, “Don’t like that you had to do that because I was being a prick.”

“You’re not always going to be in the mood and that’s okay.”

“I was in the mood, but I was just being a dick, don’t know why and I want to make it up to you.” He said and her ears perked up at that.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I really want to. Watched that video you were looking at, princess. S’that all you wanted? Just wanted me to eat your little cunt?” He asked and she nodded and he bit his lip, “Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll eat your sweet, little peach until you can’t cum anymore, yeah?” He asked and she nodded.

He pulled her to her bed room quickly and she was getting wet, soaking just for him. He quickly pulled off his shirt and then pressed her onto the bed, kissing her with lots of tongue, emulating what he was about to do to her pussy. She moaned as his hand came down between them and rubbed at her over her shorts.

“Let’s see that pretty body.” He whispered, sitting up and helping her undress, thank god, no bra. He grinned as he kissed down her neck, leaving a burning trail as he made his way to one of her breasts and hummed before licking a thick stripe up the supple skin with the flat of his tongue, her nipple hardened instantly and he moaned at the sight. He flicked his tongue over it before wrapping his lips around the sensitive skin, sucking hard and then biting down softly.

“Oh fuck, Harry.” She whimpered and he smiled, popping off with a wet little sound.

“So fucking pretty.” He said, before moving to the other one and repeating his actions, loving the way her fingers started carding through his hair, gripping harder when he’d bite a little too hard. He sucked hard on the skin, making her wince and leaving behind a little bruise before kissing down her tummy, tongue swirling around her belly button and then letting his tongue dip right beneath the elastic of her shorts. “Are you ready for me, princess?” He inquired, glancing up to her, she already looked thoroughly fucked out as she nodded quickly and he smiled, “Good. Can’t wait to taste you.”

Her shorts and panties were quickly pulled off and he wasted no time in prying her thighs apart. Y/N was glistening between her legs, thighs a bit sticky with her arousal, and why really got to him was that as he spread her lips apart with his fingers he could see her little clit throbbing, begging for attention. He couldn’t even wait anymore, just delved right in licking a fat stripe from her entrance to her clit, relishing in her taste, tongue dipping into her entrance and making her gasp and tug at his hair.

“Fuck that’s perfect!” She moaned as he pushed it deeper, his chin and nose wet with her arousal. He was so good with his tongue. He was relentless in pushing it in and out of her and then finally he pulled back and tongued at her clit, her legs trembling almost instantly because she was so horny and he was flicking at it quickly with his tongue, “M’gonna cum!” She whimpered and she felt him smile against her.

“Already?” He asked and she nodded, forcing his mouth back onto her.

“You’re so fucking good at that.” she whimpered, he wanted to get his fingers inside of her. Without warning he just pressed in his index finger and rubbed against her walls and he felt her clench tightly around his finger and then that delicious warm and sticky feeling came over as she gripped his hair tight, a loud groan slipped past her lips as he felt her cumming. He slowed down, kissed at her clit gently and moving on to something else when she shuddered away, sucking love bites into her thighs because he wanted her to remember how sorry he was.

“What if you sit on my face? Get yourself off on my tongue.” He suggested and she was quick to switch positions, hovering over his face, her legs on either side of his head he guided her down, his eyes fluttering shut as he became enveloped by her, he moaned as she ground her hips down onto his lips, taking a hold of his curls and sliding up until his nose nudged at her clit and then down until it rested against his chin, the stubble there giving it a nice texture to rub against. She doesn’t even know how long she was suffocating him between her thighs, but she was on her third orgasm this way, he was holding her down hard, sucking at her clit until she was pushing his head away, whimpering from the sensitivity

“Fuck, please be gentle, please!” She cried as he finally eased up, releasing her clit from between his lips and licking at it gently. He could feel her getting wet all over again, it was making his chin sticky.

“Mmmm, want more, princess. What next?” He asked and she bit her lip, they had only done it a few times before, but the look in her eyes told him exactly what she wanted and he smirked, “You’re such a filthy girl, you want me to finger your tight little ass, huh? While licking your clit, that’s what you want, huh?” And she nodded shamelessly, “Alright then, love, on your back.” He said and she moved quickly and she dragged him down to kiss him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue was just erotic, he took advantage, lubing up his fingers with her arousal and cum, making a path for it to drip further down. “Gotta relax, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.” He said, stuffing his index and middle fingers into her pussy, swirling them around, getting as much on them as possible before pulling them out and rubbing at her tight little bum hole as soon as she relaxed his left index finger easily sunk in about half way and he groaned, as she parted her legs his finger was squeezed tighter. “Fuck, s’real tight.” He said, letting his spit trickle down to to her pussy and then looking up at her, tongue at the ready, started off with thick, lethargic licks and slow thrusts of his finger.

“Yes, H, fuck!” She squealed as he sucked her little bud into his mouth, her hands pressed up to her breasts, squeezing and teasing at them.

“Baby, rub your clit, yeah?” She quickly brought her hand down, rubbing at the little bundle of nerves as he brought his right hand up and stuffed two fingers into her dripping wet cunt, curling them up as he puled them in and out. “Hear, that princess? You’re proper dripping.” He groaned, rubbing his hard cock into the duvet, he was feeling close just from watching her. She sped up on her clit, back arching, her lower muscles tightening almost impossibly.

“Fuck, Harry m’so close!” She mewled and he grinned.

“You like that, princess? Does my princess like that?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, you’re so fucking good, please don’t stop!” She moaned and he buried his finger deeper into her ass and thrust the fingers in her cunt faster until her legs were trembling and that’s when it happened, he felt her cum bursting past his fingers, and he quickly pulled his left hand away, holding open her thighs as he pounded his fingers into her pussy as she rubbed on her clit, her jaw was agape and he moaned as he watched her cum for what seemed like minutes, the longer he fingered her the more she’d cum, a loud, strangled moan ripped through her throat when he gave a few more pumps and she clenched tight around his fingers and coated them with her cum. He pressed himself up and kissed her hard, his chin was dripping with her and she was trembling and panting, he could feel tears staining her cheeks but she was smiling into the kiss.

“Does that make up for my behavior?” He mumbled against her lips and she nodded slowly, looking throughly fucked out. “I love you, okay?”

“I know. Love you too; always will.” She assured him.

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Be My Mistake

Based off of Be My Mistake by The 1975

Angst (because it’s been a shitty week) and some smuts too - Vxxxx

Y/N knew that this could only end badly, but he was beautiful and smart and charming and she was lonely. Too lonely for her own good. That’s how she ended up pressed up against her closed front door, soft, little sounds escaping from her tight throat as he felt up her chest and his lips sponged kisses down her throat.

“Mmm, fuck!” She exclaimed as she felt a harsh suck on her skin and she tugged him back for a moment by his curls, “Too hard, Harry.”

“Sorry, angel.” He whispered into her skin, tongue lapping over the mark he’d left. Her eyes fluttered shut at the pet name used and for a moment her skin pricked with guilt. This is her friend and he has a girlfriend.

“Harry…” she whispered and he pulled back, eyes locking with hers.

“What is it?” He asked, his hands falling to her hips, thumb running over the pudgy part of her hip. She gulped down the lump in her throat and sighed.

“I-do you like- do you think we should do this?” She asked before worrying her bottom lip between her front teeth.

“You don’t want to anymore?” He asked quietly and she shrugged. Of course she wanted to, but he has a girlfriend.

“S’not that I don’t want to, s’just that you’ve got a girlfriend. You’re my friend. I mean do you even want t’do this?” She asked worried and he smiled softly.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” He whispered and somehow that and the little kiss he left on her forehead were enough to convince her to keep going. To be pulled along to her bedroom and to frantically undress each other until they were crawling backwards over each other onto her bed.

He hissed as three of his fingers slipped down her warm and wet slit, rubbing her wetness up to her clit making her moan his name. Harry grinned, savoring the moan of his name that left her mouth when he sunk two fingers into her core. A part of him has always lusted for Y/N. He’s always thought she was pretty and he definitely had amazing times with her, he’s aways been curious. Despite this being an un-ideal situation, he’s just glad he’s getting his chance with her. He manages to push guilt out of his mind by reminding himself that he doesn’t officially have a girlfriend; he’s been dating this girl for a while now and though he’s never asked, she kind of gets called that and he hasn’t bothered with the formality of it. Because yeah, he likes this girl, but he wants Y/N, some part of him always has. So he can’t help but moan in awe as her walls tighten around his long thick fingers when he rubs up into her g-spot, keeping her legs parted with his body, swallowing up her moans hungrily.

“Are you gonna cum for me, love?” He mumbles into her chin as her head tilts back in pleasure.

“Oh god!” She squeaks feebly, he can feel her thighs trembling and he pounds his fingers harder into her until she’s gasping and he feels her warm, sticky cum coat his fingers nicely.

“Fuck, that’s it, angel, cum all over my fingers.” He says into her neck, sporadically kissing her skin as he feels her throbbing as she comes down. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, but she reaches up and presses her lips to his regardless. She kisses him slowly, savoring his lips because chances are this is a one time thing and he’s surpassing her expectations. She can feel his big, hard, prick pressed against her lower tummy as he lets his tongue wander into her mouth.

“Please get in me.” She moans breathily and he reaches between them, stroking himself a few times before he’s lining up at her entrance, ready to just sink into her and feel everything.

“Ready?” He whispers and she nods frantically. His face is right up in front of hers as he presses forward and starts sinking into her soaked, warm, and tight little hole. “Bloody fucking hell.” He groans as sinks in all the way, making her squirm and buck her hips up against his, “Give me a sec, angel, wanna last for yeh.” He mumbled against her ear before kissing the side of her head and she waits patiently for him to come off the initial feeling of finally being where he’s wanted to be all night. Finally she feels his hips pull back and she braces herself and her eyes flutter closed when he thrusts into her hard enough that she feels her breath knocked right out of her lungs.

“Fuck, yes!” She mewls into his neck as he pounds into her hard and steady.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’ve wanted you like this for so fucking long.” He pants as he picks up his pace and she turned her head to the side as he sucks his mark into her neck, “Don’t want yeh to forget how good I’m fucking you.” He groans and she bites into his bicep, which makes him moan, or maybe it’s the way her walls are tightening around him as the knot of pleasure winds up tightly in her tummy.

“You’re so big, Har. Feel so good in me.” She compliments and he hums, thrusting with all his might so that she squawks his name. She’s dripping for him and it’s doing things to his ego.

“You’re taking me so well, angel. S’like your body was made fo’me.” He groans and she moans at that because something about that statement makes her feel like maybe what they’re doing isn’t bad. Maybe it’s not a mistake. Her hand comes down between them and she starts rubbing lazy, little circles into her clit, making her hiss as she starts to feel her end nearing.

“Fuck, I’m so close, Har! Keep going like tha’.” She pants, and he smears his lips against hers as he keeps steady, sinking into her and groaning when she clenches tightly, “Fuck, Harry!”

“Say my name again, angel.” He begs and she does so, whimpering it into his mouth before he kisses her. “Again.” He commands and she gives in.

“I’m gonna cum, Har.” Y/N warns and he nods.

“Fuck love, please, let me feel you cumming for my cock.” He begs as her back arches, fingers rubbing faster and she’s pulled taut as a bow, ready to be released and with one hard thrust her jaw falls slack as she gasps and feels the pleasure course through her body, making her tummy swim with tingles and her core to throb around him. She’s seeing bright colors despite her eyes being closed and the room being dark.

“Harry!” She whimpers feebly as he fucks her harder and faster, the sensitivity making her covered in goosebumps, but he wants to cum. And he fucks into her until he quickly pulls out of her and strokes himself a few times before he’s groaning as his cum gushes out of his swollen, red tip in generous, warm, white ribbons all over her lower stomach.

“Shit…” he mutters as he finishes off, leaning forward and kissing her slowly, taking the time to taste her and pressing himself close to her, even if he feels his mess smearing against his own sweaty skin. He pulls back and plants a kiss at her cheek before he stands and she sees the light on the bathroom come on and she hears some shuffling around until he’s back and cleaning her tummy off.

“Thanks.” She says softly and he just hums before heading off to throw the toilet paper away. She’s sleepy and he knows that.

“Y/N, get ready for bed, I’ll get the bed settled.” He said and she lazily sits up before going about her room, slipping on a t-shirt and undies, then going to wash off her make up and brush her teeth, she comes back and falls into the bed and he smiles, heading into the bathroom himself. The lights flick off and she’s ready for him to say goodbye, but she feels the right side of her bed dip and she turns to him quickly.

“Hey, what about-”

“Don’t worry about that, alright?” He asks and she falls silent, “Would you rather me go?” He asks and she shakes her head, scooting closer to him and letting his bare back settle into her chest and he’s quick to fall asleep as her fingers weave in and out of his curls.

*****

“What?!” Her best friend, Marty, exclaims, eyes wide, nearly knocking her coffee over as several people glance over to their booth in the back of the coffee shop.

“Shhh! Jesus, Marty!” Y/N says glancing around, making sure no one hears their conversation.

“Why? I mean… how even did you end up sleeping with Harry?” She asks quietly, “What about Winnie?” She chastises and Y/N shakes her head. She only told her because the guilt is consuming her and now she has to face her?

“I don’t know, but I feel awful about it! Trust me, I do. I’ve avoided him the last few weeks and now you’ve not only invited him for coffee, but Winnie, too?” Y/N says before taking a sip of her coffee.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but you deserve to feel like shit.” Marty says and Y/N frowns, Marty’s not wrong. What kind of person has she become? Just then the bell jingles, signaling someone’s arrival into the shop and as soon as Y/N glances up her eyes are met with Harry’s and they go wide for a second before Winnie, his girlfriend, sees her and smiles wide, hurrying over to the table and basically pulls her out of her seat and hugs her tight, making her look to Harry nervously before she returns the embrace.

“Oh my god, Y/N, it’s been so long!” Winnie says and well, she feels her heart sink to her stomach as her eyes connect with Harry’s, regret written all over his face as he locks eyes with her once more.

“Yeah, it has been.” She responds before she’s released. She doesn’t even bother greeting Harry, she just sits down and takes another gulp of her drink.

Winnie had been away for the last two months, she landed herself a neat little project with Balmain being one of their creative directors for a new line they were working on in collaboration with H&M. Marty was asking her all the questions she could think of while Y/N just swirled her coffee stick in her drink nervously, trying to listen on. Suddenly her and Harry’s legs touched and they both jumped back so fast, rushing out apologies awkwardly, making Winnie and Marty giggle at the awkwardness. Really, this entire coffee outing was a mess and when Y/N was finally able to go home she did so quickly, making some excuse as to why she wasn’t able to go to dinner with them. Naturally, she cried the whole way home and even a bit more when she arrived at home. She felt awful and evil and disgusting and really, it felt like nothing would ever take away what she had done to Winnie.

****

Y/N was surprised when there were knocks on her door at near midnight, but she was half asleep and maybe she should’ve looked through the peephole, but again, she was half asleep and as soon as she saw Harry she shut the door, suddenly feeling very awake.

“Y/N, please open up. We need to talk.”

“You could’ve called… or emailed.” She said through the wood.

“You haven’t answered me for weeks… please just- come on, angel, let me in.” He said and she bit her lip before unlocking the door and swinging it open, letting him step inside. She had obviously been crying, it was noticeable.

“Harry, maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Look Y/N, what happened between us? That was a mistake.” He said over her and despite him being right, the words stung. They made her heart lurch and her stomach turn, but she nodded none the less.

“Right.” She said and he paced around her living room.

“Obviously, I regret it. It should’ve never happened, okay? It can’t happen ever again.” He said nearing her and she nodded in agreement. If she spoke she would cry for sure. She already felt awful, she didn’t need to hear that she was a mistake, that her friend regretted her.

So how is it that despite this being the topic of conversation they ended up in her bedroom again? His hands grabbing at fistfuls of her hair as he fucked into her mouth, moaning her name over and over as she sucked his cock. His eyes rolling back in his head because really, no one had ever taken him so well, and fucking hell, hearing her choke on his cock had him ready to cum. He shouldn’t have… but he needed to, he craved it.

“Fuck, Y/N, stop, stop. Need to get in you.” He panted and he had her on her back quickly, both were moaning and groaning as he fucked her hard and fast until once again, she was withering under him and he was fisting at his hard cock until he was painting her soft skin with strings of his cum. A few tears were running down her face and she wasn’t sure if they were of hurt or pleasure. Her body was riding a high, but her heart felt like it was about to fall out of her ass.

“What are we doing, Harry?” She whispered and he sighed, reaching for her hand, both staring at the ceiling, as if somehow the answer would appear there.

“Dunno…” he responded just as quietly.

“This can’t happen again. For real this time.” She said seriously and despite what she had just said he had attached his lips to her own and just like that, her argument was destroyed.

“What if I want it to happen again? And again? And again?” He mumbled as he kissed down her neck, sucking at her skin, marking her skin with his sucks and bites.

“Fuck, you can have me whenever you want me.” She moaned as his fingers sunk into her again. She wasn’t lying or saying that just because of the pleasure she felt. She said it because she loves Harry and she loves the way he is and the things he does. She said it because it’s nice to feel cared for, even if isn’t exactly what she needs.

“No one can know.” He said and she nodded in agreement, “Promise?” He asked, eyes boring into hers, his movements stopped and she echoed slowly.

“Promise.”

****

So a few months later it’s no surprise that Harry’s leaving Winnie’s apartment after dinner. Gathering his things as she follows him around, making sure he’s got everything he had brought for the few days he had spent with her.

“I wish you didn’t have to go tonight.” She pouts and he kisses her forehead.

“Sorry, babe, album’s don’t write themselves.” He mumbled into her skin and she chuckled.

“S’true… See you soon?” She asked and he nodded, kissing her gently before hurrying off. He wasn’t heading towards the studio, he was headed to Y/N’s.

Honestly, the more time Harry spend with Y/N made him realize how much she was the one he wanted. She brought out the parts of him that he loved the most; he was mush in her hands and really, he had started picturing her when he kissed Winnie and he had starting picturing her when he’d be buried deep in his own girlfriend… what the fuck was he doing? How did it get to this point?

*****

Y/N lay on his sweaty chest, his heart beating steadily in his chest as he hugged around her waist tightly. He loved these moment with her, the ones where they basked in each other after being so closely together.

“Wish I could take you home for Christmas.” He said quietly and Y/N frowned, she wanted that too. Obviously they liked each other… but he liked Winnie too, otherwise he would’ve ended it with her, right?

“That’d be nice.” She speculated and he kissed the top of her head.

“Since I can’t, though, I got you something special for Christmas. Wanna see it?” He asked and she nodded, moving off of him to let him go dig through his duffle. She sat up, waiting for him to come back and he turned on the bedside lamp and she squinted, seeing a jewelry box in his hand and he opened it gently before placing it into her hands and as her vision focused on the dainty gold pendant her heart leapt up into her throat as she saw what was engraved on it’s surface, a pretty little ‘H’ in a cursive font. Her lips curved in a soft smile when she turned the pendant over and saw angel’s wings engraved into the other side and he bit his bottom lip back before speaking up.

“D’you like it?” He asked in a small voice and she glanced up to him, nodding quickly.

“It’s so cute, Har. I love it!” She said with excitement, her arms wrapping around his neck in a hug and he chuckled softly.

“Hoped you would.” He said softly before kissing her cheek and she glanced down at it again when they parted, “Let’s see it on you, yeah?” He asked and she nodded excitedly, “Turn around fo’me, angel.” He said and she smiled as he took it out of the box and clipped it around her neck, the wings face up and the ‘H’ resting against her skin, only for them to know of its existence.

“I feel bad, I didn’t get you anything.” She spoke up and he kissed her bare shoulder.

“I have you, that’s enough.” He assured her and she hummed and in no time she was pinned back down onto the mattress as they kept on with the rest of their night.

*****

“Har, we’re going to be late!” Winnie called through the house as he finished getting dressed. It was already 9:30, Jeff’s New Year’s bash was well underway and they were really late. Harry was just making sure he smelled and looked his best, he hadn’t spoken to or seen Y/N since the start of December, they texted each other a Merry Christmas text and that was all the contact they had, had. Sure, it would be risky, but he had to kiss her tonight when the ball dropped, he wouldn’t have it any other way, he wanted it to be her.

“Coming!” he called before hurrying out and soon they were on their way.

Once they arrived they were greeted quite enthusiastically. Of course he was just glancing around, hoping to catch sight of Y/N and finally he did, by the open bar.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked Winnie and she gave him the name of her drink and he made his way over quickly.  As soon as he arrived she had just been handed a glass of wine. “What a boring drink.” He mumbled into her ear and she turned out quickly, smiling brightly.

“Har!” She said, but not moving, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Hey, angel. How was Christmas?”

“Same old, same old. Yours?” She asked.

“Really good.” He said excitedly, he ordered his drinks quickly and then glanced back at her. She was wearing a long sleeve velvet minidress with a floral pattern, it was very vintage-looking. Really, she was the most modestly-dressed girl in the room. “You’re the only girl in this room who doesn’t look like a disco ball.” He said and she giggled, “I love it. You’re always so… you.” He said and she looked down at her feet, blushing hard, “So fucking pretty.” He assured and she smiled.

“Thanks, H.”

“When the ball is about to drop, meet me on the balcony, yeah?” She nodded, “Alright, see you in a bit.”

****

Finally it was nearing midnight and Y/N was heading out while more people headed in to catch the ball dropping on TV. Harry was doing the same, with three minutes before midnight he was insisting to Winnie that he needed the bathroom badly, that he couldn’t wait. As soon as he was out of her line of sight he dashed towards the balcony, a steady stream of people were walking in and he was swimming against the current, trying to get out as people cheered as it was a minute away and finally he made it out, glancing from side to side, seeing Y/N in a dark and secluded corner of the nearly empty balcony, he could hear people cheering the thirty second mark.

“Y/N!” He smiled at her as he approached and she smiled as well, looking up at him as his hands came to hold her face gently, thumbs caressing her cheekbones.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven-” they heard the shouting from inside and he was just taken by how pretty she was, “Three, two, one! Happy new year!” The shouting was loud and cheers roared and he surged forward, kissing her with all his might. He moaned as his tongue founds hers easily, tasting every inch of her mouth. They were there for at least five minutes, kissing with all their might, making up for lost time. He pulled away, catching his breath when he smiled at her, feeling confident to say what he was feeling.

“I love you.” He said softly and her heart hammered hard, eyes welling up as she fought her giant smile.

“I love you too, Har. So freaking much.” She whispered, pressing him against the railing, his face in her hands now. Just as she was about to bite down on his lip she was dragged away harshly.

“What the fuck, Y/N!” She heard Winnie shout angrily. Her eyes went wide as she glanced to Harry, waiting for him to say something… anything…?

“It’s not what it-”

“Don’t even try that! I saw you kiss him. God, I’ve always known that you liked him, you fucking slut!” She seethed and well, it wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it, but it wasn’t just her… it was I’m too and right now he had gone mute.

“Winnie, I’m so sorry-”

“I wish you wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, it has the opposite effect of what you want…” she said angrily, “You know what, fuck you, Y/N.” She said, shoving her, which cased her to stumble back and smash into someone, spilling their drink all over themselves and her, she gasped from the cold and glanced to Harry once more and he said nothing, “Come near him again and I will end you, bitch.” Winnie warned and Y/N just watched as she pulled Harry along and he didn’t even give her so much as a glance back or an apologetic look, he just let her take him.

Everyone on the balcony was looking at her like she was a home wrecker, having made a move on a guy who had a girlfriend nearly a year. Yeah, it looked bad, really bad and really, who could she blame but herself. So she pushed down the urge to cry as she weaved through the crowd and out to her car. Getting in quickly and speeding home. Surely Harry would drop by or at least shoot her a text, something! He wouldn’t let her take the fall for everything, he said that he loved her.

****

Y/N didn’t blink an eye all night… it was 5am and the sun was slowly making an appearance and her phone hadn’t even dinged with a message. Maybe she could let herself cry now… she checked it once more, in case she had left it on silent or something, but her lock-screen and lock-screen alone was the confirmation she needed that she wasn’t going to get anything from him today. Or possibly even tomorrow, or even the next few weeks. With hot tears streaming down her cheeks and sobs wracking her body she let herself feel all the guilt she had pushed aside for the last five months. She let herself dwell on the betrayal she caused Winnie to feel, and she let herself sink in the weight of her sins and Harry’s sins.

*****

Weeks passed and not even Marty had spoken to her. She had since been blocked on everything and she couldn’t even be sad, she deserved that and much, much worse. She gave him what he wanted and now she was getting what they both deserved, paying the consequences for two. Y/N knew this could only end badly, but he was beautiful, smart, and charming and she was lonely. Too lonely for her own good.

Y/N:

When I said I loved you… I meant it.

Harry:

Don’t hate me for this.

Harry:

You would’ve done the same.

Y/N:

Never. My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake. Don’t talk to me ever again.

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10 and 20 please?

HERE IT IS! Also angst and smut - V

10. DON’T LIE TO MY FACE AGAIN & 20. SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BODY WHY WOULD ANYONE HATE IT?

Harry doesn’t know what to do anymore, he’s as happy as can be being a new father alongside his best friend and life partner, Y/N. But she doesn’t seem to feel the same and he can’t really understand why. So he’s been trying different things to show her how much he loves her, but the past few months have proven very difficult.

“Hey babe.” He whispers coming into the nursery, taking in the small smile she gives him. She looks tired and her eyes are a bit swollen and red, but that’s not from being tired. She’s swaying the bassinet to keep their little boy sleeping, “I’ve done something.” He said and she glanced up concerned, she stood and grabbed the monitor and followed him out to the hallway.

“What’s going on?” She asked and he smiled.

“Nothing bad, love. I have booked us a spa day and we will stay there overnight.” He said and she shook her head.

“Harry, no. What about the baby?” She said and he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Mum’s gonna come over and spend the night with him and it’ll give us some much needed mommy & daddy time and a little break, yeah?” He asked smiling and she shook her head.

“I don’t need a break, Harry.” She reasoned and his brows furrowed.

“What’d you mean, don’t need a break? You’re putting in overtime for an already full-time job!” He said and she chuckled.

“S’not a real job.”

“It’s the realest and most important job, babe. Being a mum is really hard work. Besides, I already paid for it and you know I don’t like things going t’waste. And mum’s really excited to stay the night.” He said and she sighed. Yes, he had to chase her around the house and continue convincing her, but it was now midday and they were waving goodbye to Anne and their little baby.

****

The spa day was much needed, she was more tense than she realized and it had only been four months. She couldn’t help but wonder what an entire lifetime of motherhood would  do to her. She feels bad because Harry has been trying to get things going again, to be how they used to be, but Y/N just isn’t how she used to be. How can she tell him that she’s not happy, that she feels less than satisfied with the way she looks, that she doesn’t feel comfortable with him looking at her in that way? She’s a mother now, things are different; literally and figuratively. She’s even embarrassed to tell him that she’s cut down on her eating and started up insanity while the baby is sleeping and he’s out, but she cannot keep up; she feels spent and that makes her feel worse about herself. Things are just different.

Harry could sense that Y/N was a bit worried, something was off, but it was expected. This would be the first time they stayed out overnight after the baby. So he did what he could, assuring her that Anne would FaceTime them before she put the baby down and that nothing was going to go wrong, as he pulled her along to the thermal bath. He stripped off his robe and put it on the lounge chair and quickly ascended down the steps and into the thermal bath. When he turned around to say something to Y/N, she wasn’t there and he frowned as he looked around until he saw her still sitting at the lounge chair, bathrobe still on just staring at the ceiling. He hurried out and sat on the seat beside her.

“Babe, are you alright?” He asked softly and she nodded, not bothering to look over to him, “Are you sure?” He pressed and she finally glanced over to him. He looked really good, he’d been working out and it showed.

“Yeah, just tired.” She said softly and he didn’t believe her one bit.

“If yeh say so…” he trailed off and he reached for her hand, “Well how about we get you out of this thing,” he said, tugging on the robe, “and you come in for a little? Supposed to help you relax and something about the minerals are good for sleep and pain. Plus, the water is really warm and we can cuddle, there’s a little bench thing over by th-”

“I think I just want to go to the room.” She interrupted and he was surprised, blinking back before nodding almost dumbly.

“Want me to come with you?” He asked standing with her and she shook her head.

“No, no, you enjoy, babe. M’just not up for it right now, could use a nap.” She said and he nodded, kissing her lips quickly.

“What about dinner, should I come get you for that?” He asked and she shook her head to that also.

“M’not feeling hungry at all.” She lied and he nodded, frowning as she disappeared down the walkway. He went back in for maybe another ten minutes, but he had a really bad feeling, so he got back into his robe and hit the showers to rinse off before heading off to their suite. He opened the door quietly, to not disturb Y/N, but he frowned when he could hear her sobbing over the shower, concerned over everything he hurried inside and drew the curtain back, making her scream in shock and he sighed when he saw nothing bad had happened.

“Harry, get out!” She shouted, pulling back the curtain and he groaned in frustration, she had been like this for months, he was so frustrated he wanted to shout at her, but instead he slammed the door to the bathroom and angrily paced the room. When she was sure she was alone in there she started crying again. He could hear her… he felt bad and he didn’t know what to do, a new wave of frustration came over him and he burst back into the bathroom, not bothering with the curtain, she was going to close it anyway.

“What is wrong? Tell me! I’m tired of trying to figure it out! I’m tired of you ignoring me! I fucking miss you, whoever you’re becoming is not the person I fell in love with and it’s so fucking infuriating!” He shouted and she cried harder. “Did I pressure you into having a baby? Are you unhappy?” He asked, voice cracking this time and she sobbed harder making him feel guilty… had he pressured her? “If I had known… I’m sorry? I love you and I just…if you regret it please tell me, I don’t want to keep you from what you want.” He said and she sighed.

“S’not that.” She sniffled, “I just… fucking look at me!” She sobbed, tearing the curtain open and he took her in, wiping his tears and shrugging. “You can’t tell me I’m the same as before.” She sobbed and he groaned, pulling her forward and hugging her tight as she broke down once more and he comforted her.

“Baby, it’s not the same, but you’ve never been more beautiful.” He assured her and she shook her head.

“You always say that and it’s not true! Don’t lie to my face again.” She said pulling away.

“I’m not, Y/N. What’s a few pounds?” He asked and she groaned.

“S’not just a few pounds. It’s the fact that I have all these gross marks on my boobs and stomach! My nipples are ugly now because our kid bites me so fucking much! I can’t even wear a fucking nice shirt because I’m always fucking leaking, and my periods are the worst thing ever now! Like I love you and I love our son, but I hate myself, Harry! I hate the way I look and the way I feel and I just wish I was better.” She cried and he almost wanted to laugh because she was talking fucking crazy, he just hugged her tight.

“It’s alright, babe. Let it out.” He said rubbing circles into her back, kissing her head, she was gasping between sobs and he wished he could make her see that she was perfect, to him.

“Don’t even want to be seen in public with you, you still look so fucking hot and I look like a fucking whale. I can just see the tabloids and comments… Harry Styles and his Whale of a Wife, Y/N!” She sobbed and he tried his best to hold it back, but he couldn’t help but laugh at that. His body was shaking as he hugged her tighter than ever.

“Don’t laugh! This is serious!” She said pushing him back and he just plopped down onto the ground shaking with laughter, he could hardly breathe and despite her tears a smile broke out on her face. “Harry!” She whined and he gasped for air, finally letting out his obnoxious laugh as he rolled on the ground, holding his stomach and she groaned, trying to suppress her own laugh.

“You’re the fucking worst! I hope our child doesn’t have your laugh.” She said crossing her arms over her naked chest and he just continued laughing, “You’re fucking drooling.” She said and finally he was calming down.

“Baby, I swear m’not laughing at you, s’just what you said, I wasn’t expecting that.” He promised and she rolled her eyes before heading into the room. “Hey, come back I wasn’t done.” He said picking himself up and stopping her from sliding into another bathrobe. “I’m sorry, love. I wish I could do more about the things that are bothering you and I know it’s hard to literally have your entire world change from one day to the next and I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through, but in my eyes you’re even more perfect than you’ve ever been.” He said and she sighed.

“M’just… scared. Remember Nelly? How her husband cheated on her with their babysitter? She told me that every man feels un-attracted to their wives at some point. Usually after they have kids and I just… I feel self-conscious and I am try-”

“That hurts, baby. I would never, ever, ever do something like that to you or our son. Fuck Nelly’s cheating husband, that’s not her fault. If anything, every time I see our little boy I want you even more. Like, we did that. After something like that how could I ever stop loving you or wanting you?” He asked and she sighed.

“I want the mommy make over.” She said and he grinned.

“Y’don’t need that.”

“No, but I would feel better. At least get a lift after I stop breastfeeding, they’re dropping really fast.” She said and he chuckled.

“Fine, but just know that this size is really nice. Like, really, really nice.” He whispered, kissing her softly and she smiled against his lips.

“Why are you hard? We’re still having a serious conversation.” She said drawing back and he shook his head.

“It stopped being serious after you presented me with your tabloid title a few minutes ago.” He said, started to laugh again and she rolled her eyes.

“Forget that, please.” She begged and he grabbed handfuls of her ass, pressing her closer.

“M’never going to forget that.” He said and she shook her head. “Now, you may be a mum now, but you’re still my girl.” He said kissing her hard and she hummed, “You are, right?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, m’your girl.” She assured him and he smiled.

“Good. So, m’still going to fuck you like you’re my girl.” She bit her lip and he smirked. “You’re a fucking goddess, don’t you forget it.” He said and she smiled.

“Don’t let me.” She whispered and he took the challenge. In a second his face was buried in her pussy, sucking at her clit and her hands tangled in his curls, they hadn’t done anything in more than four months, he was so ready to make her cum. His fingers pressed into her and she moaned as he pressed them in to the knuckle at a fast pace, making her legs tumble.

“Fuck, are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asked and she moaned loudly as he began sucking at her clit again.

“Yes, fuck! M’cumming, fuck babe!” She moaned, throwing her head back as he pressed her legs open with her free hand and she came undone, she was panting, seeing flashes of color behind her closed eyelids, loving the feeling of his curls between her fingers. He was easing her through, but he was impatient, his cock throbbing of the idea of being inside of her. Of connecting with his favorite human being, his best friend in that way again. “Baby, baby,” she whispered, pulling his hair, making him glance up, “Please, I need you.” She whispered and he bit his lip.

“Such a beautiful body,” he whispered, kissing his way up her body, “why would anyone hate it?” She moaned as he carefully licked at her nipples and gently palmed at her breasts before kissing up the column of her throat. He hissed when her soft hand took a hold of his prick, her thumb rubbing in the pre-cum beading at his slit and she hummed.

“Can’t believe I’ve gone so long without your big, thick cock.” She moaned, reaching down a bit further cupping at his balls and he groaned. “Missed you, so much.” She moaned and he nodded.

“Fuck, me too, baby. Let me get in, don’t think m’gonna last.” He said.

“S’alright, H. We’ve got all night.” She assured him and at that he groaned, grabbing his prick and painting up her soaked little pussy, rubbing his tip on her clit making her shudder. “Oh god, please get inside me, H.” He wasted no time in guiding himself down and pressing into her slowly and he moaned, both hands around her head, he pressed his lips to her forehead and moaned when he bottomed out.

“M’not lying, baby, swear it. Still have the tightest little cunt. God, take me so fucking good.” He groaned, pulling back and she gasped when he thrust back in, hard, hitting right at her g-spot.

“Fuck, harder. Please! Fucking wreck me.” She begged and he obliged. Fucking her hard, the sound of skin on skin and their moans filling the room. “God, I love you so much.” She whimpered, back arching as he thrust particularly hard.

“Love you, too. You’re my perfect angel, my fucking queen.” He punctuated with every thrust and she hummed, relishing in the feeling of being with him again, feeling more like herself than she had in so long. “You’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned as she squeezed his cock, tight making his eyes roll back in his head, “M’gonna cum so hard for you baby.” He moaned and she moaned, reaching down to rub at her clit, he always wanted her to cum first.

“Harry, fuck!” She whined, back arching, breathing in his exhales as that knot in her tummy came undone. Her whole body was tingling and she was gasping as he buried his cock deep inside of her, delivering fast thrust before stilling in her.

“Fuck, Y/N! Oh baby, feel so good.” He groaned as he filled her up. They kissed hard, breathing ragged considered what had just happened they pulled back, panting. “Wanna stay in you forever, such a tight, warm little pussy.” He said, thrusting shallowing despite the sensitivity.

“Wait, wait, let’s recover. Promise, there’ll be more.” She said kissing him heatedly, sucking on his bottom lip. He pulled out, his cum started to drip out and he pressed his fingers into her pussy, keeping it in her. His eyes widened when she brought his hands up and sunk his fingers into her mouth, sucking eagerly moaning at the taste and he drew them out gently, “I miss how you taste. So good.” She said kissing his fingertips and he bit his lip.

“How about I give you another baby?” He asked kissing her deeply and she chuckled, pulling away.

“Yeah right. You’re fucking crazy.”

#1D-sexualdesires #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #blurb #request

[1d-sexualdesires]

Happy Halloween!

“Harry, is this even allowed?”

Or Harry is a prince, Y/N is a fairy, and he’s kind of in love with her.

There is a dimension to this world that many aren’t privy of seeing. A lot like Harry Potter’s wizarding world, there are portals or ways of getting to see the alternate existence. She lives in this world, she’s a fairy, all the females in her family were fairies and they had the fortune of working for royalty. Well, they technically made them royalty because out of all the people in the world who were bound to fairies, Anne’s family had always been one of the most gracious and kind. Some fairies had it bad, their masters were ruthless and exploitive, but that wasn’t the case for her family, ever. Fairies cannot change masters either, so once your family is bound to one you will be in each other’s lives forever, unless they turn you away, it’s a generational thing.

For example, Y/N’s great, great, great, great grandmother found Anne’s great, great, great grandfather in the woods one day. His horse had slid off the road and he was hurt, if he didn’t get out surely he would be eaten off by wolves. So she helped him, she mended his leg and sent him home. He came to look for her every chance he got because he wanted to say thank you, it was for a good year or so and she was just giving him really good fortune for his gratitude. He was emerging as a leader, but that didn’t change his gratefulness and humility, so she revealed herself to him once more and he took her home to his wife and kids and she just kept showing up and being helpful. The future generations are then taught that the fairy is like a nanny, she helps and has special abilities. Humans bond emotionally to them, like they would a friend and if the fairy feels the same affection, they can bind to their families. So, several generations later Y/N’s mum has started working at their palace, as her mom has retired from her duties.

“Hello darling, how are you today?” Anne greets as Y/N comes in with a tray of her breakfast.

“I am doing pretty well! How about you?” she asks as she sets everything down before her.

“I’m also doing well. Just getting busy preparing for this coronation.” She sighed and Y/N nodded.

“Gemma will be a great queen.” Y/N assured her.

“No doubt about that!” Anne smiled.

“Speaking of the coronation. Harry seems to have grown another foot in the last year,” she exaggerated, “could you please fit him and sew him a new suit for the ball when you have time?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yes, of course I can. I was just going to draw up some menu samples for you and Gemma today.” Y/N said.

“Alright, let’s do that another time and just have you work on that suit. He is in desperate need for one. Don’t know what he was wearing off in university, you should see how ragged his clothes are.” Anne said, brows raised as if still surprised and Y/N just giggled.

“I’ll go do that.” She said heading out of the room.

“He’s at the stables!” She called out and so Y/N headed out there.

Her and Harry grew up together, just like Anne and her mom grew up together. So as kids they would play and got tutored together and went to the same schools, but since Y/N was a fairy and not everyone knew that, she tended to be a bit more of an outcast, but he was always very inclusive of her. So when he left to university and they lost some touch it was a bit sad, but he returned earlier in the summer with his Master’s degree and was back at the castle for good. But their friendship had been affected by the years.

“Harry?” Y/N called into the stable, when she wasn’t busy she would spend lots of time with the horses too, they were cute.

“I’m with Onyx!” He called out and she headed over to his horse’s pen, sure enough he was there, brushing her after their morning ride. That horse loved Harry, so much so that she got depressed when he was gone for a week, they had to transport her to a ranch near the city so that Harry could visit her. “Hey, Y/N.” He said looking up from Onyx.

“Hey.” She said, petting at Onyx’s muzzle gently, “Your mom said you need a new suit and I’m supposed to make it for you. When can you get fitted?” She asked.

“Like an hour? Need to shower and have some breakfast, m’starving.” He said and she smiled, her helpful nature shining through.

“Do you want something in particular, I can go prepare it?” She asked and he hummed.

“Yeah, I want one of those big breakfast plates from that diner in the village.”

“Oh, alright. Should I go get it?” She asked and he poked out from around Onyx.

“No, I can go. Give me twenty minutes and you can come and I’ll buy?” he said smiling and she shrugged.

“Deal.”

Alright.” He said, patting at Onyx’s back before hurrying out of the stable.

Y/N didn’t like Harry, she just thought he turned out rather attractive. I mean, his parents are beautiful people, obviously he would be attractive, but man as soon as he turned 18 he became as beautiful as an angel. She sighed, snapping her fingers and appeared in her bedroom where she freshened up, went to tell Anne she was off to breakfast with Harry, and that they’d fit him as soon as they got back.

Harry however, did like Y/N. He thought she was gorgeous and not having her be able to come to university was a pain for a long while. His liking towards her had diminished to a crush, but never fully went away. Some part of him was convinced that she had cast some spell on him. But she just seemed professional around him now, their friendship hadn’t been maintained. After being home for a few months he figured it was time to change that.

****

“This place I missed the most.” He said and she smiled, letting him take a sip of his coffee. “Remember, we would come here after school all the time?” He asked and Y/N nodded.

“Oh, I remember.” She said and he chuckled.

“So, you still seeing that Roger, fellow?” He asked and she shook her head.

“He wanted to get married already. I’m only 24, I’ll stop aging at 30… people aren’t as understanding anymore. I’m just not ready.”

“He didn’t know?” Harry said softly and she shook her head.

“I tried to tell him a few times… but it just never seemed to work out so I ended it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” He asked and she shrugged.

“Seems harder now and besides, I’ve got you guys. Practically a leech, but my magic tricks come in handy, no?” She said grinning and he nodded, smiling at her sweetly. She looked down into her mug, stirring slowly.

Harry took the moment to appreciate her, she was beautiful. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners from her smile and she looked so soft in her oversized sweater, he just wanted to stand up, slide into her side of the booth and hug her.

“Just out of curiosity,” he started, causing her to glance up, “can the bond between your family and mine, can it end? Or break?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, fairies bond for life, even romantically. So if one day you just wanted to get rid of me you just need to tell me you don’t want me anymore.” She informed.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.” She repeated and he nodded in understanding, “but don’t go getting any ideas, Harry.” She warned and he smiled.

“Trust me, I don’t want you gone ever.” He said genuinely. That made Y/N’s heart feel warm and full. Not even a minute later they had brought them their food and Harry impatiently scarfed it down.

****

“Hold still!”

“If you fucking poke me-”

“If you don’t hold still I guarantee you will get poked.” Y/N warned.

“Y/N, you’re making me nervous.” Harry said softly. She was currently fitting him into the pants for his new suit. Harry’s issue was that she was working on his inner thigh.

“Have I ever poked you or anyone in your family before?” She asked, bunching up the excess fabric.

“There’s a first time for everything!” He said looking down at her, and it really did something to him to see her kneeling, face level with his prick and her hands at his thigh. “Fuck me.” He mumbled because of that and she scoffed.

“Keep it up and I will poke you on purpose!” She warned and he bit his lip, he was really trying to stop his cock from budging up, “M’almost done.” She assured him, literally not even a minute later she was pressing herself back up to her feet and she inspected her work before looking to him. “How do they feel now? Not too tight?” She asked and he shook his head.

“They feel really good.” He nodded.

“Tighter fits look really nice on you, I must say. Also, burgundy is a very nice color on you.” She complimented and he smiled proudly.

“Thanks, I’m glad you dissuaded me from sticking to black. I like this a lot.” He said looking himself over in the three-face mirror as Y/N looked on.

“For the jacket, I’m going to add some beading, just at the cuff, it’ll be great!” She said and he nodded.

“I like that idea.” He said and she smiled.

“Good! I should be done with it later today, I’ll drop by for the final fitting?” She said and he nodded. “Now let me help you out of the pants.” She said, dropping to her knees once more.

“Y’know, s’good that you didn’t go into sewing, you’d have everyone out of business considering it only took you a few days to get a whole suit together.” He said and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Right, it would be like cheating.” She said, humoring him. Soon he was off and she went back to doing what she did best.

****

It was unintentional. An accident, but before she could hear or see anything else she had snapped her fingers and appeared in her room.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, her hands flying up to her face, but closing her eyes only made it worse. She could see far more, her mind burning with images of him groaning, fist moving lethargically over himself as his head fell back. If she had just stayed still and not knocked over that lamp maybe he wouldn’t have noticed her and she could have just disappeared quietly. “Fuck, fuck…” she shook her head, trying to magically get rid of the images. But he was so pretty and his prick was big. Y/N was a virgin, but she had done other things, just not sex. Sex was sealing the deal with her partner for life, that’s just how it worked for fairies and it had been a while since Y/N had been with anyone, so the hunger was there. Suddenly there were knocks on her door and she knew exactly who it was. “Oh jeez…” she whined quietly, pacing for a few seconds.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N…” she heard Harry through the door.

“Just gi-gimme a sec!” She called out, draping his suit over an armchair and taking a deep breath before heading for the door and opening it up a smidge. “Yeah?” She asked, barely poking her head through.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly and she glanced down, not necessarily at his lower area, but it was on the way and she could see that it was still fairly hard, she bit her lip, darting her eyes to the ground.

“No, I’m sorry. I assumed you weren’t in there when you didn’t respond.” She said, eyes darting to his hand and then finally up to his eyes and he was wearing a smug smirk all of a sudden.

“Oh my god.” He said softly, smirk still painted on his face and her eyes widened.

“What?”

“I turned you on.” He said confidently and she rolled her eyes.

“No, you didn’t I just can’t… unsee it. Also, who the hell wears noise-cancelling headphones when they’re getting themselves off and expecting someone!” She said shaking her head and he chuckled.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so fast!” He defended.

“I was altering the suit, not making a new one, Harry…” she said shaking her head, eyes closed, the images still playing in her mind, her face was flushing pink.

“Could’ve been worse, could’ve been Gem or my mum. That would’ve been weird.” He said and she sighed.

“Are you done?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Need to try on my suit, no?” He asked.

“Maybe later when you’re not… you know?” She said, eyes not leaving his. She could feel the tension, his eyes fixing on her lips. She was flustered as hell and he loved it, if only she knew that having her on her knees, so close to his prick was what had him wanking off to some conjured up images of him, heavy and thick between her lips.

“I’d really like to try it on now, if you don’t mind.” He said, leaning on the doorframe, making it clear that he wasn’t going to go unless she really wanted him to disappear. Y/N wasn’t sure that she even wanted him to go, she had seen a lot.

“Harry…” she said warningly, he was looking at her with these hungry eyes and she could feel his energy changing to something heavier and more tense.

“Please, I really want to try it on now.” He said and she was weak and opened up further. He stepped in and gently leaned against the door, clicking it shut. She was only a few steps away from him, so he simply stretched his arms out and looped them around her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel him, stiff and warm against her hip, her eyes fluttering shut as he pressed her closer. “You’re fucking dripping for me aren’t you?” He whispered and she nodded shamelessly, looking up into his eyes. “Do you want me to do something about it, Y/N?” He asked her. Y/N looked completely torn; she should say no. He’s her boss basically, her friend. But she also wanted to say yes because he was beautiful and his hands were so big. She didn’t have to sleep with him, she could just get something else from him and return the favor.

“We can’t have sex.” She said quietly and he nodded in agreement, “and just this once, okay?” She asked, looking into his eyes.

“Okay, no sex and just this once.” He agreed. In a mere matter of seconds their lips collided and he getting comfy on the bed, sweats balled up at his ankles with Y/N kneeled between his legs as her soft hand wrapped around his cock, stroking gently, thumb rubbing at his sensitive tip.

“F-fuck, thas’real good.” He groaned when her lips wrapped around the head. His head rolled back as she sunk lower onto him, his fingers tangling into her hair, watching her cheeks hollowed out with the pressure of her sucking at his hard cock. “Oh fuck, keep going like that.” He muttered breathlessly, jolting a bit when her hand fondled his balls, “Yes, Y/N. M’gonna cum if you keep that up.” He warned. Her tongue was dipping into his slit, tasting his pre-cum and loving the headiness of it on her tongue. She picked up her pace and brought up her other hand to tug at the bottom half of his cock as she focused on stimulating the top half with her tongue. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He mewled as her tongue rubbed tirelessly against his slit and then sucked hard at him, one of her thumbs rubbed down the prominent vein that ran along his prick before picking up her speed and stroking him fast, “M’gonna cum, fuck!” He moaned to warn her, but she sank lower onto him and she felt his balls twitch in her hands and then he was bursting in her mouth and she was swallowing his mess down greedily. His eyes were screwed shut and his jaw slack, fingers tangled in her hair, gripping hard as he pressed his cock further into her mouth.

When he had finished she sucked at him so gently, his toes curling at the sensitivity and then she let her warm palm encircle him as he throbbed. Y/N pulled off and kissed at his thighs and his eyes fell shut once more when he felt her warm tongue lick at his balls before sucking one into her mouth gently. He hissed before it formed into a moan as she sucked a bit more, the sensitivity causing the action to be borderline painful, but it felt so good, his cock wanted to get hard for her all over again.

“Please.” He mewled. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to make him cum again or to stop.

He was sure she could coax another out of him. He was only a little disappointed when she pulled away from him and glanced up at him. He couldn’t wait to make her come, the look in her eyes told him that she was more than ready for him to reciprocate. “Best blowie I’ve ever had.” He mumbled, pulling her up off the ground and then smashing his lips into hers. He moaned at the taste of him on her tongue. He quickly was hovering over her, gently rubbing his fingers against the fabric of her knickers.

“Thanks for wearing a dress today.” He smirked and she moaned as he added pressure, really going at her clit.

“Please, Harry. I need t’cum.” She begged and he kissed her hard, relishing in the warmth of her mouth before pulling back.

“Okay, I’ll make you cum.” He said. He quickly removed her underwear and pushed her dress up to her tummy before letting his fingers slip past her folds until he felt where she was soaking for him and she moaned. Her head was thrown back, exposing her neck allowing him to kiss at the tender skin. “Do you want my fingers?” He asked and she nodded.

“Please, Harry. Need something inside.” She whimpered as he rubbed at her clit.

“I also want t’taste you. Bet you’re fucking delicious.” He mumbled against the column of her throat before kissing and nibbling at the little patch of skin.

“Both, please. Do both.” She begged and he smiled.

“Since you made me cum so fucking hard-”

“And I swallowed.” She added in a small voice and he hummed.

“That’s right. You were so fucking good for me. Such a good girl for me that I’ll give you both.” He decided and he kissed her lips hard for a few seconds and then pulled back.

“Thank you.” She whispered as he made his way down her body until he was level with her pussy.

“Fuck, you look so pretty all slick and ready fo’me.” He said and she moaned. She didn’t think she could be anymore turned on, but then he took her by the thighs and spread her open a little wider, pressing her knees up a bit until she felt his warm breath right on her skin. “Ready?” He asked and she groaned.

“Yes, please.”

Without another work he split her slips and opened up, the flat of his tongue pressed to her entrance and smeared up to her clit, when he sucked on the little bud, making her legs jolt. Her moans and whimpers were so pretty and delicate, she was trying to keep quiet. She was a bit successful until she felt his fingers rubbing against her arousal.

“Gonna go with two, okay?”

“Okay.” She mumbled. Her heart was pounding out of her chest at she felt his digits rubbing at her entrance.

“Gonna make you feel as good as you made me feel.” He assured her before licking at her clit again and then suddenly pushing his fingers into her.

“Mmm, Harry!” She whimpered, back arching as he curled them up and rubbed as he pushed them in and out at a moderate pace, her whimpers were louder when he’d push back in harshly. Her thighs were trembling because her was rubbing right onto her g-spot and the licks he was giving her clit had her seeing stars. She started squeezing around his fingers, her moans increasing in volume and frequency as the knot in her tummy started to become unbearable.

“You’re close aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded, “Good. Squeezing so fucking hard. Shit you’re so tight.” He groaned, replacing his tongue with his thumb on her clit and rubbing at her little button until her breath hitched and her hips chased his hand when it pulled away. He held her hips down with his free hand and pounded his fingers into her quickly as her cum coated his fingers, leaving them all warm and sticky. He was shuddered as he worked her through, little whimpers leaving her as his thumb slowly came to a halt. He swirled his fingers around as he slowly pulled them out, causing Y/N to moan and he grinned, loving as they came out shiny and sticky with her, and then sinking them into his mouth, humming at the taste, she sat up, watching him. Cheeks hollowed out and eyes closed as he cleaned his fingers off. “M’not done.” He said when she started moving towards the edge of her bed, “Need t’clean you up.” He said quietly, pushing her back a bit until she was leaning on her elbows, looking down at him, brow furrowed and lips in a pout as his tongue lapped against her folds greedily, then she felt him at her clit again, the sensitive little bud was throbbing against his warm tongue, the back and forth pattern suddenly halted with a rough suck that made one of her hands grip onto the curls on the top of his head.

“Be gentle.” She pleaded and he hummed against her, releasing her clit from the harsh suck and she was wet all over again, his chin was sticky with it and his lips swollen from French kissing her pretty little cunt. Suddenly he started licking at her clit in a very interesting pattern that had her legs trebling again. Her chest was heaving and she moaned his name as she came undone once more, then he lapped her up once again and finally moved back up to her, kissing her lips chastely.

“Satisfied, love?” He asked, patting at her swollen and sensitive pussy three times before pulling back to see Y/N nodded, her eyes closed and a smile set on her face. “The last orgasm, made you cum by spelling my name.” He grinned smugly and she giggled.

“Well it worked.” She whispered tiredly and he smiled, “Thanks. I really needed that.” She said.

“Yeah, me too. It’s a right shame it’s a one time thing.” He mumbled sadly.

*****

It was not a one time thing. Over the course of a few weeks Harry and Y/N had managed to fool around at least twice a week. He doesn’t think he could ever get tired of the way she made him come with her mouth. But also, there was this one time where he was working on his sister’s coronation speech and Y/N came in to bring him his dinner and he pulled her onto his lap and they dry humped until he had cum an unbelievable amount in his pants. There was also that time where she had been preparing breakfast and he ate her soaked little peach while she clung to the counter for dear life. But he’s not sure if either of those times beat the time where he took her into town because she needed to buy fabric and of course, on the way back they made a detour to a secluded spot and he finger fucked her until her little cunt was squirting cum for him.

Those are the things he thought of as he groaned and came hard all over his fist and onto the shower floor, the warm water washing away any evidence of his activities. Harry liked this part of Y/N, but it left part of him wondering about who she was now. Sure, they had been great friends in school, but then he left and they grew into adults and became different people. That’s what drove him into the kitchen as she had some dishes being washed magically as she chopped some potatoes.

“I can’t right now, Harry.” She said, not even having to look up to see if it was actually him. She had learned to read his presence. She was growing a fondness over him that was dangerous. She couldn’t less herself fall for him because then she’d want to sleep with him and her heart would be tethered to his forever and he might not even want her like that and that would break her.

“I wanted to know what your favorite song is.” he said and she sighed.

“Why?” She asked, finally looking up and he was wearing a lovely, dimpled smile.

“Because, I don’t really know much about you anymore except for the fact that I know were your g-spot is and I really don’t like that.” He said and she giggled around a scoff.

“Well, why do you need to know?” She inquired and he shrugged.

“Just want to know.” He said and she decided to humor him.

“Right now my favorite song is Wouldn’t It Be Nice. I watched 50 First Dates the other day and I can’t stop listening to it.” She said, focused on chopping the potatoes, too focused to see him smiling fondly at her.

“Good choice… song and film.” She hummed in acknowledgement, “And what about color? Mine is-”

“Pink.” She said and his brows arched, surprised she knew, “Mine is also pink.” She disclosed, smiling up at him.

“Pink is really pretty, just reminds me of the spring time and sunrises.” He said and she smiled.

“Yeah, it’s very cute.” She agreed and he smiled.

“Mmmm, what are some of your hobbies?” He asked and she glanced up.

“What’s this about?” She said and he walked further into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and cutting board and taking one of the bell peppers beside her.

“Told you, I want to get to know you better.” He said, “Now what are your hobbies? And how do you want these cut?” He asked, she was more than endeared. He was so charming and it was hard not to swoon in Harry’s presence, he just did things to people.

“Just dice’em. And uhhh… I like to cook, relaxes me a lot. I love to read as well, and uh… well no one knows this but I have an Etsy store an sell soaps, candles, and lipbalms. I love doing that.” She confessed and he smiled brightly at her.

“Ummm, you know how much I love candles right? When are you going to make me a lavender one?” He asked and she giggled.

“If you really want one I will make you one.” She said and he scoffed.

“Ummm, of course I want one!”

“Alright then, I’ll personally deliver it tomorrow.” She said and he was beaming.

“Alright then.” He repeated.

****

Harry’s mouth was dry, his heart was pounding erratically and his spirits were crushed because he wanted Y/N. He had started spending more time with her and he really was falling for her. He loved spending time with her and talking to her and he loved helping her make her soaps and candles and visiting with her mom. He had fallen for her, he wasn’t even sure what was going to come of it, but it was too late. His whole heart was hers for the taking, so hearing that Gemma’s pre-coronation ball would be when he was to meet a princess that he was supposed to wed he was upset.

“I thought since I’m technically second in line as of now I didn’t need to worry about this!” Harry exclaimed, he was angry.

“Darling, it doesn’t mater if you’re third or fourth in line, you need to marry someone who is going to help us out!” Anne reasoned and he groaned.

“You didn’t marry royal!” He argued and she sighed.

“Which is why your father and I had to annul, Harry. I got remarried, luckily to someone I was interested in after everything, you know that.”

“What if I don’t like her? What if she’s daft and scary-looking or crazy?” He asked and Anne rolled her eyes at his dramatic behavior.

“I can assure you, Harry, she’s pretty and smart and not crazy. I’ve met the girl myself and she’s lovely. She can’t wait to meet you next week.” Anne said and he just stormed out of her study. His heart felt heavy and it hurt to know that maybe having something, anything with Y/N would never be possible.  

Meanwhile, Y/N was working on the menu for the pre-coronation ball, but she felt off, upset even. Something was wrong, she could feel it, it was Harry. She had spent so much time with him and maybe she had gotten too careless, but she was falling for him. She yearned to be around him and she could feel everything he felt and when they were together it was a bliss like she’d never known. But right now something was wrong; the feeling grew heavier when he walked into the kitchen, anguish and betrayal written all over his face and she frowned.

“What is it?” She asked and he sighed, just walking up to her and kissing her with everything good he could muster up, masking some of the hurt they were both feeling now and alleviating it for a moment, until he pulled away his forehead resting on hers, his lips kissing the tip of her nose and then sighing.

“Nothing, just an argument with mum.” He said and she knew he was lying, but maybe he wasn’t ready to say.

“What can I do to make it better?” She asked and he sighed.

“Let’s go for a ride, yeah? Next week we’ll both be to our ears in coronation prep.” He said and she nodded. Taking his hand and snapping, both of them appearing in the stables. “I still think it’s cool you can do that.” He said smiling, feeling a lot more relaxed then when they were in the kitchen and she smiled.

“It is is pretty sick.” She agreed and let him prep the horses.

Y/N found that she could do a lot of things with Harry, not just teleport him. She could read his mind if she really concentrated, but she would never, that was private. It just happened once on accident when she was taking him in, he just looked so beautiful and she wanted to remember the moment forever, so she was focusing on every detail and then she heard it, clear as day. He was thinking about eating lunch, and then as if on cue he asked if she wanted to go have some lunch, she knew exactly what he was craving too. Y/N could also take some of his pain, and even protect him the way she could protect herself from harm. These were tell-tale signs of a forming bond. She was worried, because on an emotional level and physical to some degree, her heart was slowly becoming his. She wasn’t even sure if it was allowed, but it was happening and she hadn’t told anyone.

******

“We can’t have sex.” Y/N sighed tiredly and Harry huffed. He wanted her, wanted her so fucking bad it hurt. His heart ached to connect with her that way.

“Baby, I know, but I just want you so bad.” He whined, kissing her forehead.

“Me too, but we just can’t.” She groaned and he pouted.

“You know that I love you right? That you mean everything to me?” He asked and she nodded.

“I do too, believe me, Har. But we can’t, okay?” She said and he groaned.

“Why not?” He asked like a pouty child and she sighed, sitting up from his bed.

“My kind… we bond for life. We can only have sex with one person- trust me, I want to, so badly because I love you more than I can express, but if for some reason you don’t want me one day-”

“Impossible.” He interrupted and she sighed.

“This is serious, Harry. I will never love again, Harry. Already, I feel tethered to your heart, imagine a physical act of love and unity? I don’t know what I’d do if we did it and I couldn’t have you ever again.” She said sadly and that’s why he simply said ‘Okay, baby’. Because in a few days he would be meeting his future wife and as much as his heart wanted it to be Y/N, it wasn’t going to be her.

******

“You look incredible.” Y/N said as she finished zipping up Gemma’s ball gown. It was a champagne colored ball gown that was a beautiful, fitted, off the shoulder lace top, with rhinestones, crystals, and beading that became sparse as it transitioned into the blown up tulle and chiffon skirt.

“Thank you so much, I love it. It’s exactly what I hoped it would be.” She said looking to Y/N through the mirror.

“I’m glad.” She said and Gemma sighed, for a moment she saw a little pain in her eyes. Then a heavy feeling settled over her heart, something was wrong.

“Y/N, just know that we all love you, so, so much. We’re all so grateful for you.” She said and Y/N smiled, hiding the inner turmoil she was in because something was definitely wrong. Once Gemma was ready and her tiara was placed on her head Y/N left to get into her gown. She would be attending the ball as a family friend, Anne wouldn’t have it another way.

So while Y/N wanted to go all out and look beautiful for herself and for Harry, she chose to create something subtle and simple. She was more than surprised when Anne let her borrow her jewelry; she chose some antique garnet drop earrings set in silver, they were the perfect pop to her simple, silver colored silk gown, also off the shoulder, and a-line. She had never felt more beautiful in her life, but still something wasn’t right.

Although she was a guest, she was still busy and working, making sure everything was running smoothly. The servers were passing around her hors d’oeuvres and champagne flutes, so all seemed well and she decided to finally join the celebration. She looked around the room to find someone she knew and she spotted Harry. Y/N was about to make her way over when the crowd conveniently parted and she saw him speaking very animatedly to a gorgeous girl. Focusing hard on trying to read his expression she tuned in to his mind accidentally and her heart shattered when she heard the words: This is the woman I’m going to marry.

She wasn’t sure what to think, but all she could do was feel hurt; he said not even a week ago that he loved her. Maybe she stared a bit too long, but he looked over from his conversation partner for a moment and did a double take when he saw her, he smiled at her from a distance, not really able to look away once he noticed her. Y/N couldn’t really handle this, she couldn’t be here anymore. Her eyes were welling up with tears of sadness and betrayal and she turned around quickly and bumped into someone, he was tall. Taller than Harry and he smiled at her warmly and she returned the gesture out of politeness, but then he opened his mouth.

“Would you like to dance?”

****

Harry was hot. He was chatting with one of the most beautiful and intelligent girl’s he’s met in his life, a girl he’s supposed to marry, but can’t. He saw Y/N, and a minute later she’s pressed up against his mother’s adviser’s son, Aaron. He’s a right prick, a womanizer, a player… but there he is, swaying Y/N back and forth on the dance floor. If looks could kill he’d be dead. She’s smiling, she seems to be okay, but he can’t help but rudely excuse himself from the conversation with princess Clara is to go and tap on Aaron’s shoulder as the song comes to and end.

“May I cut in?” He asks and Aaron looks irritated, because he knows Harry doesn’t like him much and it seems that he’s sabotaging his chances with this girl on his arm, but he is the fucking prince and his father would have his head for refusing a royal, so he stomps off and Harry sweeps Y/N into his arms, swaying her gently as another song starts up. To his surprise and dismay, she’s silent. “Are you alright?” He finally asks.

“Why are you here?” She asks coldly, but softly, looking into his eyes.

“Aaron is a prick and you look breathtaking tonight.” He says simply and she huffs.

“This can’t happen… your mom is talking to your friend she seems upset. Well, they both do.” Y/N informed him as both Anne and the girl watched on and Y/N smiled softly at Anne, who returned her gesture before tuning to the girl. Probably informing the beautiful young woman that Y/N was just a good friend and she had nothing to worry about.

“I’m supposed to marry her.” He said suddenly and Y/N paused, causing him to stumble a bit and as he regained his balance she took off quickly, making her way to a secluded part of the room and snapping her fingers and she appeared in the one place she didn’t want to be, but couldn’t stop thinking about, his fucking room where he had told her that he loves her.

Harry groaned in irritation as she suddenly disappeared, she could be anywhere… he glanced back and hurried to his mother.

“Sorry, Clara, can I speak to my mother privately for a moment?” He smiled and she nodded, walking off as he pulled his mother to the edge of the room. “I can’t marry that girl.” He said and Anne sighed.

“Harry, you need to marry som-”

“She’s not into my kind, mum. She told me not even ten minutes into the conversation, we wouldn’t have kids, so no heirs. Her parents don’t know yet. I literally cannot marry her.” He informed and Anne looked a bit surprised.

“So, what are we going to do?” She asked and he bit his lip before deciding to be honest.

“Actually, I am so hopelessly in love with Y/N. I think- no, I know I want to marry her.” He said and Anne’s eyes grew wide as saucers at Harry’s confession.

“Um… she’s a beautiful and wonderful girl, Harry, but is that even possible?” She said skeptically and Harry shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure.” He said and Anne sighed.

“Think about it, we know her and trust her, if we could have kids they’d still be royals!” He argued and Anne shrugged.

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t know how this works. What happens when she stops aging and you get older and older?” She whispered and he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Don’t care, I love her. She’s everything I want and need, she’s my best friend.” He explained and Anne felt for him.

Gemma had luckily fallen in love with someone she could marry to keep the crown. Anne had fallen for Des, and despite their separation she had found someone Robin, who she also loved deeply the second time around and who also had some sort of importance and status acceptable for a queen. She wanted him to be happy… she sighed, her resolve breaking.

“Okay, yes. You can be with her; be with Y/N.” She said softly, squeezing his hands and he smiled.

“Thanks, mum.” He said hugging her tight before hurrying off to find her.

*****

“Y/N?” He called as he opened the for softly. He had checked the entire fucking kingdom (or so it felt like it), he thought she might be in his room, but didn’t really think she had any reason to be until he heard a sniffle and his eyes landed on a lump on the bed that seemed to be shimmering in the moonlight. She looks radiant and he hates knowing that he hurt her feelings, she didn’t let him finish. When he got closer he saw that she had those noise-cancelling headphones on from when they had their first run-in; her eyes were closed so he sat on the edge of the bed making her sit up so fast.

“Jeez, you scared me.” She said a bit too loudly before pulling the headphones off, she had been crying, her eyes were a bit glossy.

“You didn’t let me finish saying what I had to say.” He said and she sighed.

“I don’t want to hear it, I’d rather not. You told me you loved me and I love you too. I’m connecting to you in ways that you can’t imagine, so maybe just rip the bandaid off instead of  beating aroun-” he cut her off with his lips pressing to hers. The urge to just be there for him took over her hurt. Harry wasn’t a liar, maybe he had to do this, when she had calmed down he pulled back, pecking her lips once more before resting his forehead on hers.

“I won’t marry her. I talked to my mum about you. About us. Told her that I love you so much and that you’re my best friend and that I don’t want to live a single day without you.” He said and she bit her lip, trying to hold back an enormous smile.

“Harry, is that even allowed?”

“M’not done. I do want every single day with you and I on’t care if I look awful or like your grandad in the end! I just want you to be happy and if you’re happy with me and think you could be for the rest of our lives I would love to ask your parents for your hand in marriage.” He said and tears ere streaming down her face, hopefully good ones.

“You’re lucky my mascara is waterproof, she whispered.” Before kissing him hard. It was indescribable. Consciously making that decision to be with someone no matter what. Naturally their kiss started getting more heated, things were moving quickly. He was standing behind her, kissing at her shoulders as he worked on her dress’ zipper.  “Harry, if we do this-”

“I know. Trust me, I don’t think I’d ever want anyone else in my whole life besides you.” He assured her, pleasantly surprised that she was wearing some very cute lingerie.  

“Yes, I wore it for you.” She hummed  as he unhooked the strapless bra and let drop to the ground before pressing her barely-clothed ass to the bulge in this pants.                                         “I want you so bad.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling at the lobe while his hands squeezed her breasts and pinched at her nipples. If she wasn’t soaked for him before, she definitely was now.

“I want you too, please.” She moaned as he pinched down on her nipple rather hard, causing her to groan in a mix pain and pleasure.

Soon she was laying on the bed completely naked for him, needy and throbbing. Fairies’ bodies prepared for when they were going to bond with a partner. If their heart was in it, so was their body. This means she was a soaking and sticky mess for him, her endorphin and dopamine levels where through the roof, ensuring that the only thing felt on this, her first time, was pleasure. She had never felt such a primal hunger for someone in her life, she needed him to just get inside of her and make her his.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned as his fingers dipped past her folds and stroked up to her clit, “Proper dripping for me.” He said lowly, rubbing at her clit gently, and pushing two fingers into her, but the sensitivity from her body’s state had her mewling and her back arching, already close to coming. “Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked and she nodded, breath hitching and legs trembling as he added more pressure and increased the speed of his fingers.

“Oh my- yes, that’s so good!” She whimpered, jaw falling slack and her eyes closing tight as she came undone, mumbling his name over and over. God, he was throbbing for her and couldn’t wait to stuff her full of his cock. He hovered over her, kissing her a few minutes as she calmed down, but she couldn’t because the feeling of his hard cock on her lower tummy was doing things to her. “Please, I want you in me. Need to feel you deep inside.” She begged as he rubbed his cock against her soaking folds. He was big, he didn’t want to ruin her first time, but she kept insisting it was okay, that it would be okay.

“Alright love, please tell me if you need me to stop.” He warned and she nodded, shuddering as he rubbed his head up against her clit and then back down to her weeping hole. He watched her attentively as he pressed the tip to her entrance, her eyes flew open and landed on him. His bottom lip was taken between his teeth, holding back a moan as he made shallow little thrusts against her.

“Please, Harry. I need you.” She whimpered and he glanced up to her, eyes begging him to just do it and so he pulled away and hovered over her as her hand guided him to her entrance and he just pushed back into the head, relishing in her arousal and how the new intrusion was causing her body to squeeze around him already. He just let his hips fall towards hers as he pushed all the way into her, making them both groan, her nails digging into his bum as he stilled until he felt his balls tap against her skin, “Oh my god.” She moaned, back arching at the feeling of fullness. Harry felt like he could cry from how incredibly tight she was around him, squeezing and so wet for him.

“You feel so fucking amazing, love. Are you good?” He asked and she nodded furiously.

“Please, move.” She pleaded and he followed her demands.

He thrust into her deep and slow, making love to her. This was a first for sure. His heart felt so full being connected to her this way. He wanted to just hold her so close she could hardly breath, he wished he could kiss her forever without taking a breathing break, he just wanted to be with her. He showed it to her with every thrust and encouraging word, kissing all over her face, moaning into her neck and loving the way she was reacting to this moment with him. God, the way his ego was bloating up at the sounds of her moaning his name and how good his big, thick prick felt inside of her, he was really over the moon.

He bent her legs at the knee and angled his thrust that way, giving it to her harder and faster, feeling her clenching hard around him. She was getting close, the wet sounds getting more prominent as their connection remained.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” He asked and she moaned, she was his princess now.

“Fuck, I am!” She mewled

“Come on baby, want to feel you making my cock sticky with your cum. Give it to me, princess.” He encouraged until her eyes rolled back and her legs tumbled around his body, soaking his prick with her cum, making the sounds of him thrusting into her louder and dirtier. She was seeing stars, she was tearing up and felt like she was floating in the clouds of pleasure, moaning his name, encouraging him to keep going, to fuck her until he couldn’t move anymore.

“Fuck, love. M’gonna cum.” He warned and she crossed her legs behind his hips as he fucked into her harder and deeper.

“Please,” she begged, “make me yours.” She whined and he moaned loudly at the idea.

“Want my cum deep inside you?” He asked and she nodded and moaned, begging him to please, cum inside her. “Fuck, s’gonna be a lot, fuck.” He said shakily feeling the knot in his tummy hastily slipping undone, he thrusted into her roughly and stilled deep inside of her as he filled her up, moaning at the feeling of her clenching hard around him, milking him for every drop. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, buried in her neck until they were both panting messes of sloppy kisses and declarations of love. “You’re all mine, Y/N. My fucking princess forever.” He mumbled against her lips.

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[1d-sexualdesires]

Can I maybe get a blurb where you are feeling extra needy and harry just watching TV and you go up to him and start kissing on him and calling him whatever he loves to be called in bed and you kiss down his belly and start to give him a blow job but you put his fingers in your pussy but i know you get busy will work so 😁

I MAY HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY…

Having Harry home is nice, because even though he’s in his creative mindset he needs a break from it some of the time. He’s been so busy the last few weeks even though he isn’t touring, but finally he’s home and since mentally he is a bit exhausted he has spent the last few days lazily lounging around your place, reading, talking to his mom, playing video games, watching TV, he even forgets it’s your place sometimes and you always bug him about it - “If you’re going to pretend I don’t exists you might as well go back to yours…” - is what you tell him when he shrugs you off when he’s enjoying one of his activities. You don’t really mind though because between work and school, most of your time is taken up and really, even though he’s your boyfriend, he likes to be at yours because the paps and fans don’t know where you are or even that you exist, which really doesn’t bother you.

Either way, the day has been like any other day. Harry’s watching some Christmas movie on lifetime and you’re in the bedroom, finishing up an essay… or you should be, you’re actually scrolling through Tumblr, killing a bit of time because you’re in a rut with the last page of the essay and could really care less about it at the moment. But it just happens to be one of those days where everyone on Tumblr is horny. At first you chuckle, because really it’s a domino effect, one person re-blogs some obscene content and then everyone is re-blogging steamy photos, gifs, and videos…. It’s contagious. But as you scroll longer you’re getting a bit uneasy, there’s this gif set of girls getting finger fucked and squirting hard and as much as you try to scroll past it, you find yourself scrolling back up until you find it again; it piques your interest because you’ve never cum that way and in one particular gif the hand that’s fucking the girl looks a lot like Harry’s. His fingers are thick and long and the guy is wearing two rings… you bite down on your bottom lip, watching in awe, cheeks heating up and pussy pooling with your arousal at how his thumb rubs at her clit and she starts gushing for the man.

“Fuck me…” you mumble, squeezing your thighs together and locking your phone before setting it down beside you. You contemplate going out to bug Harry to give you what you’re craving, but chances are he’s really into what he’s watching… the need pulsing between your legs is great enough that you decide to take your chances and you stand from the bed, shutting your lap-top and quietly padding down to the living room.

You see him sitting comfortably on your couch, hugging a decorative pillow to his chest and you mosey on over, being as inconspicuous as possible as you settle yourself beside him and he turns to you and smiles softly, so you drape your legs over his own and his hands come down and stroke at your exposed skin softly.

“Dunno how you’re wearing shorts, s’freezing.” He says, not bothering to look to you and so you just shrug.

You have manners, so when the film goes to a commercial break you shift so that you’re straddling his lap and you want it to seem as innocent as possible, so you just hug him tight around his neck and place a kiss onto his cheek. You love how his arms squeeze tight around your body as he hugs you back. You take the chance to sponge kisses up his well-structured jaw and you feel his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“Are you in a mood?” He asked as you seem to be pressing closer to him with your hips and you don’t bother lying anymore and nod as you release him and sit back a bit, your eyes meeting his as innocently as possible.

“I was just killing a bit of time on the internet and saw these gifs of girls squirting from getting finger-fucked and thought maybe you’d like to try and make me cum like that?” You asked quietly and saw his pupils dilate a bit, his body tensing slightly beneath yours.

“Is that so?” He asked and you nodded once more, nuzzling into his neck and sucking at his sweet spot, he involuntarily rolled his head to one side to give you better access, you could feel him budging up beneath you and you grinned victoriously, “And what do I get out of fucking you with my fingers?” He asked and you pulled back once more.

“Bragging rights for making me squirt.” You said and he chuckled.

“Don’t see how that’s fair.” He argues and you groan.

“Please, H.” You pout and he shakes his head, “C’mon honey, babe, my gorgeous, handsome man, please, make me squirt for you.” He bit his lip at the mere idea of having her gushing for him, he’s never really tried to make Y/N cum like that… should be interesting. “I’ll make it fair, suck you off until you cum and I’ll swallow it all, hon.” You offered, already sliding down to your knees, rubbing over the bulge in his joggers.

“Better swallow it all.” He said and you nodded, tugging at the band and he helped pull them down to his knees and you impatiently shoved them down to his ankles, fitting yourself between his legs and squeezing his balls gently in your hands, rolling them slowly until he was budging up even more, then you stroked his cock, foreskin pressing down to expose the perfectly pink head of his cock and you smiled.

“You have such a big, pretty cock, babe. Would love to have you in my mouth all day.” You hummed and got closer. His tummy tightened as he felt your warm breath fanning onto his skin, a steady pulsing beginning as your tongue poked out to lick a fat stripe up his thick shaft making his eyes flutter.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart, please.” He was begging you and so you grinned, opening a bit wider and taking his tip into your mouth fully, letting your spit gather as you closed your lips around him tightly and sucked, cheeks hollowing out as you added pressure and he sighed contently, “That’s it, love.” He moaned, combing your hair back with his hands and guiding you lower down his shaft. You brought one hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other squeezing at his thigh, eyes fluttering closed as he reached the back of your mouth, making you gag around him and he groaned, “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”

You kept working him, loving the noises and words of encouragement he’d make, it was feeding your ego and turning you on further, you were a proper mess in your shorts and you knew he’d love it. Your lips tightened around him, tongue working on his tip, dipping into his slit, tasting his precum, making you moan and he threw his head back.

“Fuck Y/N! Keep going like tha’, baby girl!” He pleaded and you repeated your movements, bringing your hand down to his balls once more, squeezing with a bit more force, eliciting a broken moan of your name and a stream of curses before he was warning you, “Shit, m’gonna cum, Y/N.” He panted and you focused your sucking at his tip, drawing his cum to you and finally you tasted the first spurt of him as he pressed you down with his hands, making you gag around him until you relaxed and he filled your mouth with his mess, you swallowed down spurt after spurt, your tongue working around his shaft, making him wince from the sensitivity as he pulled you back up, his chest was heaving as you popped off, a smile on his face as you looked up to him. You looked down to his cock once more and saw that some of his cum had dripped down to his balls, there was also a smear of it on his inner thigh and you dipped down, tongue slipping out as you lethargically licked at his thigh and he moaned, “Proper needy for it, aren’t you?” You hummed, savoring his slightly salty and heady taste, trailing your hot tongue to his balls, “Fuck, baby.” He whimpered, as you sucked one into your mouth, cleaning it of his cum with your tongue, “Fuck, I’ll make you squirt, do whatever you want, baby.” He moaned as you popped off with a little wet sound and you eagerly stood and he slipped on his sweats before you dragged him to the bedroom.

“Clear off the bed while I get a towel.” He said and you bit your lip and got to work, moving all your things onto your desk and stripping off your shorts when he stepped in and placed it onto the bed before tugging you to lay down and you did so and he tugged off his shirt and threw it to the ground, “Gonna make a fucking mess.” He groaned as he hovered over you and kissed you hungrily, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue. You were so impatient, you could feel the sticky mess between your legs and you parted them wider, taking his hand from your hip and guiding it down to your slit, pressing it down until he could feel you pooling at your entrance and he pulled away from your kiss.

“M’fucking dripping for you, please, H.” You begged and he moaned, just feeling how soaked you were for him, he waited no time in rubbing at your clit, making your back arch , his lips attaching to your neck and biting down before sucking a bit. He altered his speeds on your clit until you were throbbing, you just needed a bit more to get off, your tummy tensing tightly as he rubbed on the little bud just right, relishing in your moans.

“Please put your fingers in!” You begged and he slid two in without a warning, the stretch taking you by surprise and making you gasp, “Oh fuck! M’so close, baby!”

His thick digits pressed deep into you, you spread your legs wider to allow him to go deeper and you moaned loudly, just about to cum and he pulled his fingers out, rubbing at your clit slowly and he whined in disappointment.

“Babe… why?” You pouted, moaning as he rubbed hard at your clit, making your legs tremble.

“Do you want to squirt or not?” He asked sternly and you nodded, “best way t’do it is to edge you, baby. When you finally do cum I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said quickly as he stuffed his fingers back into you, pounding them fast and hard, thumb coming up to your clit as you had seen in the videos and once more, he brought you to the edge and stopped, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching. “Fuck you’re proper throbbing, look at that…such a pretty and tight, little cunt.” he moaned, spreading your lips apart with his fingers and watching your pussy pulsing, clenching around nothing and he smirked, “What if on the last go I give you my cock?” he asked and you nodded rapidly, making him grin, “Ready fo’ me?” He asked and your hips raised up, searching for his fingers and he brought them in again, this time pressing them knuckle deep and hooking them up, making you writhe beneath him as he rubbed into your g-spot slowly, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Fuck, Har!” You whimpered, “So fucking good with those hands, babe. Shit, just like that, please don’t stop!” You cried feebly as he rubbed on your clit once more, your hips grinding down onto his fingers. He kept his pace for a minute or so making the air get caught in your throat and toes clench, you swore he was about to let you cum and then he stopped, “Please, again!” you begged and he looked down at you hungrily.

“I think you’re ready to cum, baby girl.” He said smugly and you nodded profusely as he rubbed on you slowly, your skin burning with his touch. He got on his knees and pressed his fingers back into you, his pace moderate, but he was rubbing you good on the inside,  your back arching and legs wanting to close around his hand, but he kept them apart with his other hand, and then he started rubbing at your clit and he moaned his name loudly as your high started building, eyes fluttering shut and back arching as the white, hot coil in your tummy was wound up more and more tightly, “Such a tight little cunt, can feel you squeezing me so good.” He said, “Cum, baby…” he said as he pumped his fingers faster, not letting your legs close and you cried out a broken moan as you started cumming and instead of easing up he pounded his fingers harder, working your clit tirelessly until you were gasping, “Oh fuck, here it comes, baby.” He moaned.

“Fuck, Harry!” You yelped and stars and colors just burst behind your closed eyelids as you continued cumming, legs trembling, fighting to close around his hand, fisting at the sheets until your knuckles were white and he kept going. He grinned as he watched your cum gushing out of you, soaking into the towel beneath you, splashing his forearm and your thighs until it stopped and you were trembling, moaning even though nothing was going on anymore, “Fuck, fuck, babe. Get in me, please.” You begged, eyes opening lazily, he looked blurry, but that was because your eyes were brimming tears from the pleasure you had just felt, “Need t’cum around your big cock, please, put it in me.” You pleaded and he pulled his joggers down to his thighs before stuffing himself into you, fucking you hard and fast, you bore your neck to him and he buried his face there, moaning at your tightness and wetness.

“Fuck, baby that was so fucking hot. You gonna squirt around my cock?”

“Mmmm, fuck yes! Give it to me harder, H. Fucking wreck your little pussy.” You mewled and he gave it all he could. You were scratching down his back, gasping, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you mercilessly, it felt like he was in your stomach, “M’gonna cum!” You sobbed and he fucked you hard and deep until you started squirting around his cock, he moaned, pulling out and stroking his cock, watching your cum gushing out in spurts as he stroked his cock until thick white ribbons where dripping down your throbbing pussy. You were both panting, eyes heavy, and limbs feeling like jello.

“Was that good, baby?” He asked, kissing your sweaty forehead and you nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

“Best sex we’ve ever had.” You wheezed and he kissed you deeply, pulling apart quickly as you were both still out of air, “I hope you never give me a hard time about any of my ideas ever again.”

“Oh baby girl, I won’t. Now, rest up. I can assure you, that tomorrow I won’t leave you alone until my cock is dripping with your cum.” He grinned smugly and you smiled.

“Can’t wait.”

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[1d-sexualdesires]

SPY HARRY (Pt. III)

THIS IS A LOT OF SMUT YOOO

Part I 

Part II

Recap…

“When all of this is over and we're back home I’m taking you out on a proper date.” He said and she smiled. “Seriously.”

“Okay.” Suddenly his phone started ringing loudly, snapping him from their moment and he hurried to answer.

“Hello?” He heard panting and crackling, “Niall.. hello?” He called once more. Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, a concerned look on her face as Harry turned to her.

“Harry, get the fuck out of the hotel! You need to go now! You have two minutes! Get out now!”

*****

Harry hung up the phone in a panic and looked up to Y/N, his eyes flooded with concern and fear.

“We need to go now!” he shouted and she ran across the room zipping up her bag and slipping into her shoes. They are always prepared to be on the run, that’s how you survived. Harry was slipping on his shoes and in seconds they were out the door, running down three flights of stairs until they reached the lobby.

“It’s completely taken, Harry.” She whispered, closing the door gently.

“We have one minute to get out.” He said looking at his watch.

“The kitchen!” She said looking down the hallway from the stairs.

They ran faster than they ever thought they could. Harry was shouting ‘run’ ‘get out of here’ to the employees in the kitchen in their native tongue, but they were barely half-way through when a large bang shook the entire building. Then everyone started running to the back entrance and they managed to slip out and keep running when another bang was heard and she turned around for just a moment and watched it catch fire and people were running out and screaming and Y/N couldn’t help it as she just started crying. All of those innocent people, it was her fault they found them, it was her fault Harry was nearly killed, this was her fault. Harry glanced back for a moment only to find that he had lost Y/N.

“Y/N!” He shouted, walking back slowly, trying to spot her, “Y/N!” There was just so much chaos and he saw the top of her head, standing still amidst the flocks of people running past her and he tried to go against them until he grabbed her hand and just pulled her into an alley she couldn’t even breathe from how hard she was crying and he held her tight, let her cry for just a bit. “We need to keep moving. We can’t stay here, Y/N.”

“S’my fault, it’s all my fault. They only know we’re here because of me that first night.” She gasped and rushed and he shushed her.

“It’s not. They would’ve found out somehow. But right now we need to get to safety and make sure that these people can’t hurt anyone else, okay?” And she nodded slowly, catching her breath. “There’s another hotel not too far, we’ll stay there. C’mon.” He said, taking her hand and pulling her along. They were across the street from the hotel, they tried to look a bit more presentable and he pulled out his phone and dialed Niall.

“Harry?!”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh fuck, thank god. I’ve been crying like a twat. I think they jammed the reception.” Niall rambled.

“We’re good, we made it out. Thanks for the warning, mate, really. You saved our lives.” He said and Y/N sighed, reaching out for Harry’s free hand and squeezing it gently before pulling away. “Look we need you to put in a booking for a suite it’s a Hampton, located in Istanbul Kayasehkir. Yeah, one’s fine.” He said and Y/N knew he was referring to the bed. “Alright, thanks mate. I’ll see you soon.”

“I better see you soon.” Niall said, “Be careful and say hi to Y/N.”

“I will, bye.” He mumbled before hanging up. “Niall says hello and we should have a room now, so lets head on in, yeah?” She nodded and reached for his hand and he glanced down.

“We’re newly weds, remember?” She stated flatly and he nodded, intertwining their fingers and hurrying across the intersection into the building. He led them to a counter where they were greeted in a very friendly manner.

“Reservation Name?” She asked, smiling wide.

“Johnson.” He said confidently and she looked through, a bit surprised he presumes because she probably didn’t recognize the name.

“Okay, I see you here. You are room 351, that is the 4th floor, balcony as requested. Anything else we can do for you?”

“Is it possible to get one of those ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs?” He asked and she nodded before eyeing Y/N over once and then turning around to retrieve the keys and their sign.

“Enjoy your stay.”

“Thanks.” They both said and headed into the elevator.

“She was totally jealous.” Y/N said, a light air to her tone since her little meltdown in the alley.

“She really was, I caught that too.” He said and she chuckled. “Do you think she was jealous of you or me?” He asked quietly and Y/N snorted.

“Definitely me. She had been looking you over since we walked in.”  

“No way?”

“Yeah, you’re eyes aren’t getting any sharper, Styles.” She teased and he giggled, right then the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. “this way.” She said and he followed.

They reached their room which Niall assured was closest to the staircase and they slipped inside quietly. Shutting the door gently and they both pulled out their weapons and did a sweep of the room, when everything was clear they relaxed and pulled their things into the bedroom. This was a suite, so it was slightly larger than their previous room, the bed was ample and they had a small entertainment space. They settled in and then Y/N hopped in the shower as Harry prepped their work space, then he hopped in and soon they were both around the coffee table looking at the intelligence they had acquired from Niall. It turns out that the one purchasing the weapon was the curator of a museum, he was actually American-born, he was already a person of interest as Y/N and Harry had worked against him before.

“So the gala they’re having over the weekend is when the exchange is happening? Both parties of interest will be there… We need them to think we’re gone.” She said and he nodded in agreement.

“The alias for this hotel was completely new, so if they try to find us, which they will look here first, we’re in the clear.”

“Have Niall book two flights; one for me, one for you to separate locations under common aliases. And we’ll somehow get into that gala.”

“Yeah, that’s smart.” She smiled as he typed away on his laptop. Probably sending the information to Niall.

“So he’s book the flights, they’re for tonight. Hopefully they’ll think we got called back.” Harry said before looking up to her and she nodded. “So, if you want to scooch this way… we can see the layout of the museum.”

“Blueprints.” She said and he looked to her and she held back a smirk, her eyes still fixed on the screen, her lack of acknowledgment causing him to just continue.

“Anyway… we can pose as catering staff. The loading dock is here so this corridor is probably our best rendezvous point.”

“Are we neutralizing or do we want to take him?” She inquired.

“Neutralize.” He stated flatly and she nodded. “Whoever has a clear shot takes it. We should try to imprison the one whose flat we broke into. He has all the contacts, he’s the one everyone networks with.”

“Got it. Let’s just take these few days to scope the place out, lets set our traps mentally, we each go a different day. The day of, lets head in at least four hours early and get set up.” He nodded in agreement.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“We should probably get to bed, we have a long day ahead of us.” She said before letting out a long sigh.

They got ready for bed and did a sweep once more, her in the suite and him in the hall and the balcony. Y/N finished before him so she took to undoing the bed and closing all the doors, closing the curtains, and drawing back the covers, and out of a little paranoia she slipped a gun under her pillow. She was just settling in when Harry walked back in from the hallway, announcing himself with a brief ‘it’s me’ as he had done every night they’d been together. She was relaxed now and turned off her bedside lamp and he followed suit she could hear him rustle around for a moment before the bed dipped and he was under the covers. She enjoyed pilllow talk with Harry, sure nothing sexual had occurred beforehand, but it was still pillow talk. These were the most honest and intimate moments she’d had in her life and her favorite part of this mission so far. She turned to face him before whispering to him.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.” He responded and she bit her lip before continuing.

“You know, I’m never able to sleep when I’m working. M’super paranoid about everything and just can’t do it. I cannot sleep, that’s why my missions are completed so quickly. I can’t sleep unless I’m home, in my bed, with my dog. But this time, I have slept like a baby every. Single. Night.” She says in a marked manner.

“Why’s that?” He inquires.

“Maybe because I’m not alone? But that seems odd because despite me not being alone it’s not as if I know you and trusted you 100% from the get go.” She explained and he hummed, very understandable. “But then I realized that I feel so comfortable around you, unlike I’ve felt with lots of other people. There’s just an air of familiarity about you I guess.” She whispered and he spoke up.

“I think now would be a good time to tell me your Prince Harry story.” And she giggled.

“Now?!” She laughed and he smiled bright.

“Yeah. I mean, I’d love to know as much as I can about you before we don’t see each other for a long, long time.” He reasoned and the air became thick with sadness and reality.

He was right, in their line of work who knows the next time they’d see each other. Or if they’d ever see each other again and that idea made a weird lump to form in her throat and for her stomach to churn in a way that made her sick. The idea made Harry feel awful and regretful for even bringing it up, because the silence that fell over them was heart wrenching. He wasn’t going to deny that his nights had been better, too and that he enjoyed observing her, and loved her shy little smile, or her smart-ass quips. The thought made him sick, plain and simple.This same fact that he had just put out there was one of the reasons why Y/N found herself surging forward and straddling his hips before pressing her lips to his.

Y/N sighed as his hands slid up her smooth thighs and finally settled on her hips, his thumbs sneaking under her shirt and making small circular motions against her skin. It was a soft and simple kiss, their lips slotting for a bit followed by tons of little pecks. One of Y/N’s hands held his jaw and the other was against his bare chest, but despite this power move she was a bit scared to proceed. With her heart thumping wildly in her chest and the adrenaline still pumping through her veins she allowed her tongue to just press against his lips for a moment and not again, but he got it, she wanted him to take over and he did so quite eagerly.

“M’gonna flip us.” He mumbled against her lips and she nodded, allowing him to sit up and then sliding under him.

Y/N leant up, searching for his mouth again, which he gladly gave her, pressing her down until she was fully lying and he trailed his lips from her lips to her cheek and she gasped, turned her head to the side allowing his lips to suck lightly at her jaw and neck. She let out the most pathetic and high-pitched mewl when he let his tongue press against the area right where her jawline and neck met and just sucked at the skin softly, he groaned as her nails pressed into the back of his shoulders, loving that he had found her sweet spot. Once he was certain that he had left a little mark there he brought his lips back to her own, pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips before rearing back.

“You really don’t want to tell me the Prince Harry story.” He mumbled right into her ear, his warmth breath tickling her caused goosebumps to cover her arms and they both sniggered.

“Oh, I’ll tell you.” She said and he smirked.

“Go on.” He stated before kissing her lips quickly and then retreating.

“It was at some sort of party they were having and the lot of kids-“ he interrupted with another kiss and he let his hips press down onto hers, making her stutter a bit, “W-we were in another part, trying not to be a bother and we were playing one of them games and the girl he wanted to kiss refused to kiss him! Can you believe it?” She asked and he chuckled, kissing her deeply, letting his tongue roll in gently before pulling back.

“I can’t. I would’ve kissed him just to make him feel better.”

“Well that’s exactly what I did, mind you I was like 11.” At this revelation Harry broke into a fit of laughter and she followed suit.

“He was like 17! How did you manage that?” He was full on wracking because of how hard he was laughing now and she delivered a light swat to his bum.

“Stop making fun or I will not reveal my secret on getting prince’s to kiss me.” She stated, not being able to hold back the tiny giggles that his laugh was emitting from her.

“Okay, okay. Seriously. Tell me.” He said, his thumb ran against her forehead, moving away little baby hair that were sticking to her skin.

“I was fearless back then, literally the most confident. When the game ended I went over to him and said “Only a lunatic wouldn’t kiss such a fitty!” And then kissed his cheek. And he smiled, said thanks and kissed my cheek back. And that’s how Prince Harry and I kissed.”

“I’m a bit disappointed… I thought it was like- one of our kisses.” He said and that made her heart do funny things.

“I was 11, Harry. I just didn’t want him to be sad.”

“You’re so nice.” He said before pressing his lips to hers gently, “But you’re story’s title is a little far-fetched.”

“It’s meant to be an attention grabber, dummy. If it was called something else you probably wouldn’t have even wanted to hear it.”

“I’d hear all your stories.” He confessed and she smiled brightly, like a moron to be precise and he loved that. “So how’s everything between you two now? Any awkwardness, discomfort?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Not at all, in fact, every other time I’ve had the pleasure of greeting him he always kisses my cheek.”

“A lucky man.” He said and she smiled.

“No offense to Prince Harry, but I think you’ve got him beat.” And at that he was beaming and pressing his lips to her once more.

Harry was kissing her more deeply, tongue tasting every inch of her mouth and swallowing the moans slipping past her lips as her center pressed against one of his thighs. When her back arched off of the bed he wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her up a bit as he knelt on the mattress, guiding her hips over his muscular thigh and groaning at the sight of her nipples pressing against the light t-shirt she was wearing and at the way his thigh was starting to feel damp from where she was rubbing herself. He let her back onto the mattress where she sat up and pulled off her shirt and he bit his lip at the sight of her bare chest, the bulge in his boxer-briefs was growing in size. His lips attached to hers quickly before trailing down to her chest and letting his tongue out to lick at one her nipples, he groaned with her when his lips closed around it and sucked, released, and then pressed the flat of his tongue against it before enclosing it in his lips again.

“Harry.” She whimpered and he groaned, acknowledging her cries, “I want you.” At this he pulled away from her and kissed her cheek.

“You sure?” He inquired and she nodded, her hands coming to his face and caressing softly.

“Want you so bad it even hurts a little.” She confessed, “I’m so ready for you.” She said softly, causing him to moan at her words. She snuck her hand between them, his chest was heaving as he felt her reach into her knickers and rub softly a feathery moan left her lips and she brought her hand back out their eyes were now well adjusted to the dark and he could see her fingers come up right before him and he didn’t hesitate to lean forward and wrap his lips around her two fingers, sucking eagerly to get her taste off of them.

“Yeh taste so fucking good, baby. I could eat your little cunt all fucking day if you’d let me.” he confessed and she smiled.

“Harry, please.” She whimpered, her hand rubbing up against the bulge in his boxer-briefs causing him to shudder, “Want to feel you.” He groaned, his thoughts moving a million miles a minute but all he seemed to be able to ask was the following.

“When’s the last time you’ve had a proper shag?”

“So long ago.” She admitted, “Like a year and a half, ‘dunno, can’t remember.”

“Fuck, baby, how?” He asked in disbelief, kneeling back and peeling off her panties.

“No time? I’dunno.” When the material was gone she spread her legs for him.

“I want you to come so many times you’re begging me to stop.” He said and she moaned. “Want me to make you come with my fingers?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, please.” He loved how polite she was and made him feel more powerful and useful and in charge and that really did wonders for his ego.

He swears he was close to coming undone when he let his index and middle fingers rub up against her. She was indeed ready for him. When he sunk one finger in and she tightened around it he felt it around his cock. He was moaning at the idea of stretching her a bit, struggling to get his thick cock into her tight, little hole. He moaned at the thought of the extremely tight, borderline painful squeeze around his cock as he sunk into her gently. He was reeled back from his thoughts when she moaned loudly as he hooked his finger up into the spongey spot deep inside of her, the one that had her head thrashing and her thighs closing around his hand for a moment.

“Ready for another one?” He asked and she nodded and he pulled his finger out, sticky with her arousal and he just wanted to suck it clean, but held back and introduced a second finger, hooking them at her entrance, stretching her a little bit before pressing them into her slowly, her eyes fluttered closed when they were in completely and moaned loudly when he pumped them in and out of her at a faster pace. “Rub yourself for me. How you like it.” He groaned and she did as she was told, her fingers rubbing tight circles over her clit as he pumped in and out of her until her breath hitched in her throat and her tummy began to quiver. “That’s it, are you going to be a good girl and let go for me?” She hummed in response, “Alright baby, let me feel you coming undone, want to feel it around my big, thick fingers.” Her back arched off the bed, her hands flying to fist at the sheets as a huge wave of pleasure wracked her entire body, her legs attempting to close around his hand, but he pressed it open, working her through the pleasure and into her sensitivity.

She thought he was going to stop, but in a moment he picked up the pace, just as relentless as before causing her to cry out an “Oh fuck!” As her body shook with pleasure once more, her eyes screwed so tight that she was seeing colors against her eyelids, her fingers hurt from how tight she was gripping the sheets and her whole body was tingling and trembling as he slowed down the pace and gently slipped his fingers from her. She looked so pretty when she was all fucked out, her eyes still closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly and he dropped down, pressing her legs up and moaning as her fingers pulled hard on his hair when his tongue dipped into her slit, licking her clean, once he was done he pressed spongy, sloppy kisses to her thighs, loving how if he’d suckle too hard she’d yank his hair. He slowly worked his way back to her pussy until she bucking her hips toward his mouth, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, letting his tongue brush against the swollen, sensitive bud, he knew she was ready when he felt his chin becoming a sloppy, sticky mess.

“Please, Harry. I want it.” She whimpered.

“You want what?” He asked, feeling cocky and confident, his cock, aching to be inside her, balls feeling swollen and heavy as they hung a little lower when he removed his undergarments.

“You.” She whined and he smirked.

“Say it, Y/N. Say it for me, baby girl. Tell me exactly what you want.” He was dragging it out, torturing himself as he squeezed his hand around his girth and then hovering over her, guiding his cock between her folds and for his head to press against her clit, making her moan a curse.

“I want your cock. I want it so fucking bad.” She whimpered against his lips, his breathing heavy. “Want to feel it inside, please, please.” She implored, “So deep that it hurts a little, want to know that I’m making you feel so, so good. Want you to moan and groan when I tell you how big you are and to be gentle because you barely fit. Just want you to feel as good as you made me feel.” She whimpers and he kisses her hard. This is a side of her he never expected, she was doing everything right. She was stroking his ego to the point that he could get off just by her words. He’s always been a little bit of a narcissist with a shameless praise kink. It gets him off when he knows he’s doing things just right and someone acknowledges it.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispers, the vibe around them changes in just a moment as he kisses her as gently as he can, letting her know that he means it. She’s perfection incarnate to him. When he pulls away however, it’s back on, “Ready for me, love?” He asks and she nods, her heart pounding in her chest out of nerves and her nails digging into his back.

He guides the head of his cock against her slit once more, lubing it up before guiding it down to her entrance. His eyes are fixed on the area where they’re about to connect and he glances up to her eyes and she just smiles softly, her eyes holding a million different looks that want to say a million different things and from one moment to the next everything changes. He feels nervous, all confidence has fallen from him, his heart is pounding hard in his chest. Before he works himself up too much he looks back into her eyes and with that he presses himself forward, her walls tighten around the head of his cock tremendously causing him to moan out a pathetic and feeble ‘Fuck, baby’. Her nails dug into him even harder as she gasped at the feeling of him.

“You okay?” He whispered and she nodded.

“Yeah, please keep going.” And he obliges, a small wince leaving her lips as he presses more of himself into her. “You really are fucking big.” She half laughs and he bites his lip, loving the compliment and because he knows it to be true.

The squeeze around his cock is suffocating and when he’s in about half way he retreats and sinks back in to about the same degree, and he pulls back once more, finding her eyes before pressing himself forward, but this time he goes past the half-way point and he doesn’t stop until he feels his balls right up against her, his eyes screwed shut as he gets used to her, he could nearly cum at the way she’s clenching around him, adjusting to his intrusion. Y/N is just moaning and whimpering about how good he feels as he presses his lips to hers and pulls back out, time after time. He delivers slow, steady, and deep thrusts, holding back the urge to come undone, he’s more than ready, but he doesn’t want this first time with her to ever end. So instead he gives himself a little break, pushing himself balls-deep and kissing her with all his might, resting his weight on his knees and bringing his hands up to her face, holding her soft skin, caressing at her cheeks as he kisses her forehead and nose and chin and lips.

“You’re so pretty, so fucking perfect.” He whispers, delivering the sporadic thrust here and there. “God, you’re everything, you know tha'?” he compliments and lavishes her in pretty little words for a bit and she relishes in the care she’s getting, moaning every time he pulls back a bit only to sink back into her, it feels like he’s going deeper each time.

“Can feel you in my tummy, H.” And he smiles at the nick-name, “Love it. Fucking love it.” What’s really getting her off is knowing that he’s so deep that she can feel his balls smacking at her skin every time he delivers a thrust. There’s a comforting feeling while he’s inside of her this way.

Eventually he pulls back and starts picking up the pace, his balls are so full of cum that they’re aching a bit. He loves a little pain, it even hurts a bit as he feels them smack up against her. He just wants to be close to her. So he surges forward, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of her as he lets his hips snap back and forth at a faster pace, he moans when her nails rake down his back and her ankles cross behind him, hands pressing into his bum as she moans for him to cum.

“You first.” He pants and she whines.

“Do it with me. Want to to feel it.” She gasps and he moans.

“Whatever you want, baby.” And she kisses him deeply, “Get me there, c’mon.” He urges and she kisses him hard.

“Please cum inside of me.” She cries, “Want to feel it dripping out of me, please.” He moans at her begging, “I want it.”

“Yeah?” he asks and she nodded.

“Please, give it to me, H. Please.” His hips stutter in their rhythm as he feels the pleasure taking over and she tightens impossibly tighter around and gasps, her breath hitching in her throat before ehe feels her warmth coating him. “Harry, fuck, fuck. Harry.” She whimpers feebly, her body shaking and the way she moans his name sends him over the edge.

He groans  hard, gritting his teeth together as a very distinguished tingle travels from his head to his toes, causing him to just press forward as hard as he can and stilling as he lets go. A little grunt escapes his lips for every spurt of cum that he releases into her tight, little cunt, he moans at how he literally feels her filling up. His lips press to hers hard, kissing her with whatever energy he has left until he feels himself softening and just pulls out of her. He falls onto his back, panting as he finds her hand and slots their fingers together. When they’ve come down he slips his boxer-briefs back on and heads into the bathroom, cleaning himself off and then bringing back a towel damp with warm water and a dry one. The light from the bathroom gives him enough light to see clearly.

“Press your knees up fo’ me, babe.” He says quietly and she does as he says, her heart pounding in her chest at his sweet gesture. He wants to get hard all over again as he sees how wet she still is, but he glances up to her and sees that she’s proper fucked out. “Push out.” He says and she again, obliges to his instruction and he bites his lip when he sees his cum slowly drip out of her cunt. “Fuck, baby.” He literally whines, he’s never actually cum inside a girl before. The idea of it was always present, an erotic fantasy, definitely something that got him going. But seeing it with his own eyes had his tried and spent cock swelling up again. He looks up to her, with an almost pained look in his eyes and whispers “Can I?” And she bites her lip, nodding, he begins leaning down.

“Wait.” She says softly, pressing herself up onto her elbows, “Want to see.” She admits and he moans, delving into her, desperately lapping it all up, sinking a finger into the make sure everything comes out. And well, by the time he’s finished his cock is painfully stiff again and she begging him to please make her cum once more, pleading for one last time and well, who is he to deny such a pretty, little thing as Y/N.

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Be My Mistake - Part II

Here friends, part 2! 

Part 1

Harry certainly felt like an ass, but what was he supposed to do in that moment? He didn’t want to hurt Winnie… well, then he shouldn’t have been doing what he had been with   Y/N for so long. For fucks sake… he loves her and he totally scapegoated her. So yeah, even when he was itching to call, text, drop by… he couldn’t. Not only because Winnie was suspicious of him too and kept an eye on him, but also because there was no way he could apologize for something so awful to both Winnie and Y/N. How do you even begin to say I’m sorry for having an affair with you, for treating you like a dirty, little secret, and telling you that I love you and then not defending you, for using you as a scape goat, for being the cause of you losing all your friends? How do you just say that? There are no words that he can put together to apologize for what has happened. He has worked on it, but by the time he’s realized it’s impossible, it’s been four weeks. His birthday is only a few days away and he feels hollow and disappointed that his favorite person won’t even be there with him.

“Are you alright, babe?” Winnie asked, her hand pushing his curls back and he nods.

“Yeah, sorry just lost in thought.” He mumbles and she nods.

“Are you going to go work out or do yoga?” She asks.

“Soul Cycle actually, haven’t been in a while.” He says sitting up from the bed and heading off to get dressed.

Soon he’s on his way he’s going about his work out, really feeling energized and rejuvenated. But his entire mood goes to shit when he sees a text from a familiar number (Winnie made him delete Y/N’s number as proof that he didn’t care about her) and he holds off on reading it. He’s more than relieved when he gets home and it’s empty. So he sits on the edge of his bed until he’s built up the guts to open it and as soon as he reads over the words he frowns.

Y/N:

When I said I loved you… I meant it.

That was all. He meant it too, but he was in a far more complicated situation. She knew what they were risking when they kept seeing each other. It wasn’t just his fuck up. If it had been the other way around she probably would’ve let him take a punch to the jaw and all the blame, wouldn’t she?

Harry:

Don’t hate me for this.

You would’ve done the same.

His heart started pounding when he saw the little gray dots appear at the bottom of his screen and he swallowed hard, waiting for a response and he just tasted this awful bitterness on his tongue at her response. It made his heart sink in his chest and his body to resonate with a pang of hurt.

Y/N:

Never. My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake. Don’t talk to me ever again.

What did she mean never talk to her again? Was she insane? Sure, he waited a while, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to talk to her, it was just a lot harder. His eyes were growing blurry with tears at the idea of really losing her completely. He started typing furiously, asking her to meet and as he sent the message it kept bouncing back as “Not Delivered” he paced the bedroom as he looked her up on instagram and facebook and she was a ghost. She was deleted off of everything. He talked himself down, telling himself that maybe she just needed space and he wasn’t going to just show up at her apartment and get in a fight. He was going to give her space and when she finally was ready to talk to him she would.

******

Y/N felt hollow. It would take every little ounce of will power in her to not text him on his birthday and to not call him and shout at him for not defending her or his “love” for her. Surely if he cared enough that she had basically fallen off the face of the earth he would bound down her hallway and pound on her door until she let him in.

She waited a few hours… a few days… a week… and suddenly it was halfway through February and once again, he had fallen mute and well, despite how much it hurt to love him despite this, she realized maybe it was time to let go.

******

Things were just working rather poorly for Harry and Winnie, the dynamic of their friend group was off as well without Y/N and really, he missed her every single day. The hollow feeling in his chest whenever he thought of her seemed to grow deeper and deeper. Sometimes, when he remembered how it felt to kiss her, it made his stomach twist with hurt. Maybe, he shouldn’t ask, because Winnie would surely hear of it, but he tapped Marty’s shoulder and she turned quickly.

“What’s up, Harry?” She asked and he bit his bottom lip back before just sighing.

“Have you heard from Y/N?“ He inquired quietly and she shook her head.

“After everything that happened? We don’t talk anymore.” She said and Harry frowned. She’s her best friend, or at least she used to be.

“You haven’t checked on her at all?” He asked surprised and Marty shook her head.

“I don’t want to associate with people who do things like that. Besides, I figured you’d still be talking to her. Haven’t you?” She asked and Harry bit his lip, making Marty scoff, “What a typical guy thing to do, Harry… just use her and disappear. I may not agree with her decision to keep seeing you behind Winnie’s back, but I also know it wasn’t her acting alone.” She said more quietly and Harry bit his lip back to suppress the frown he felt forming on his face, “You’re a real dick, you know that?” Marty mumbled.

“Marty, please, please check on her. She’s fallen off the face of the earth and I’m worried, okay? Please. You used to be best friends, that has to count for something.” He pleaded silently and Marty just rolled her eyes before walking off, leaving him an emotional and nervous wreck.

******

Marty couldn’t get her conversation with Harry out of her head. Y/N had definitely made a mistake, but it didn’t mean that she had to abandon her. So as soon as that dinner was over she hurried into her car and called her, but it only went to voicemail. As much as she hated to be a nuisance she made her way to Y/N’s. After a few attempts at knocking she just grabbed the spare under her ‘welcome’ mat and let herself in.

“Y/N?” She called out and headed towards her bedroom where the TV was clearly on. When she stepped in she saw her passed out, a pillow hugged to her chest and she reached out, shaking her shoulder slightly until Y/N stirred, blinking slowly until her eyes adjusted. “Hiya.” Marty said quietly and Y/N pressed herself up so that she was sitting.

“Why are you in my house?” She asked and Marty bit her lip.

“Harry asked me to check on you. Said you blocked him?” She asked and Y/N nodded, “I’m sorry for abandoning you.” She offered and Y/N shook her head and scoffed.

“I know that what I did was fucked up, but you were so quick to drop me, Marty… I don’t think we can ever be friends how we used to be again.” Y/N said flatly and Marty swallowed a lump in her throat.

Marty did miss Y/N, she was definitely the intellectual of the group and she was so kind and empowering… she was always there for her. Marty has had her own share of disgraceful and awful behaviors and all of the time Y/N stood by her, defended, encouraged, and validated her… one mistake and she couldn’t even text her ‘hello’? Marty nodded sadly.

“I know… I just wanted to make sure you were alright. He’s been worried sick about you… Winnie said he’s just not himself lately. Maybe you shouldn’t ignore him?”

“Fuck him. He used me… the first time anything happened, he said he had always wanted to have me that way. He told me he loved me, that’s why I kissed him on New Years.” Y/N elaborated, sniffling a few times.

“And you love him too?” Marty asked and Y/N sighed, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Of course… but I don’t want to. What he did- that just doesn’t go away.” She sniffled and despite what she had previously said, Marty lunged forward and hugged her, a wave of tears escaping Y/N’s eyes.

“Shhh, s’alright, Y/N.” She said softly, rubbing soft circles into her back.

Ever since that day Y/N hadn’t known any comfort. All her friends thought she was a whore and a home wrecker, no one reached out to her because no one wanted to associate with the person who got in the way of Harry’s happiness, not knowing that the only one who got in the way of his happiness was Harry himself. After a few more minutes Y/N was calmer and she promised Marty that she would keep in touch, so with that she was left alone again.

She didn’t want to be a miserable mess, but she was; it was heartbreak and loneliness that she had been dealing with. So she just laid down on her bed and let the tears flow as she stared at the ceiling. Who was she kidding, she was still in love with him and she probably always would be, he was her other half. Surely he knew that, he had said it to her once…

She lay on his chest, basking in the post-sex glow and affection that came naturally. It had stopped being just sex a few weeks ago, however, both made-love to each other and didn’t address the change, they let their actions speak louder than their words, but this time he had sucked in a breath and kissed her gently, looking deep into her eyes with a smile.

“I hope you know that you mean the world to me.You’re my other half, angel.”

Realistically, how could she not fall in love with him? Asking her heart to refrain form loving him was like asking the sun not to shine in the day, or the moon to stay hidden at night, or to ask the world to stop turning… it was impossible.

“You’re mine too, H.” She whispered fondly and he smiled.

“I’m your what? Say it, angel.”

“You’re my other half.”

****

Harry couldn’t sleep, so he went into his office and just sat there, staring at the ceiling, his chair spinning in circles as his mind travelled to happier times.

He knew from the moment they met that he would fall in love with her. It took three years for him to finally get to taste her lips. Maybe it had been a spur of the moment, she looked so pretty that night and she had been such a laugh at dinner, she always lit up the group. As she hugged him goodbye at her door step, thanking him for the ride (her car was in the shop) he needed her to know that she was fucking beautiful, he said just like that and she was flustered, looking down at her sandals and he tilted her chin up, just to say that he was being serious and some how the words got lost and he just leaned down and kissed her with every ounce of adoration he could muster up…

God, then when he gave her that necklace… asking her to be his very subtly. He knew he had to break it off with Winnie because his whole heart belonged to Y/N. He made love to her all night before he had to go home, before he had to take someone else to his mum and feign being in love. He was happy, but it wasn’t because of Winnie. So the whole damned holiday, he was thinking about her, writing sonnets about her because she was all he could think about.

He didn’t regret any of it, he definitely felt guilty, but only because he knew that he was hurting Winnie. If you love the other person more than yourself it can’t possibly be wrong, can it? If your body is screaming and aching for that person, it’s only cruel to deny it of that, isn’t it?

He hadn’t realized he was crying so hard until the door to his office creaked open and in walked Winnie, squinting.

“H, are you alright?” She asked coming up to hug him and he shook his head, accepting the offer of her embrace, he needed something right now. He sobbed into her tummy, his body was racking with pain, his sobs causing his body to tremble, “Oh, what’s the matter, bub?” She whispered, petting at the side of his head as she leaned against the edge of his desk, hearing a few papers crumble beneath her and she glanced down to press them aside and she felt her heart drop at the sight of a rough sketch of Y/N’s face, her eyes darted to the papers and over and over she read about his love for her. How he had never felt something so strong or real, how he longed for her, how he was sorry, and how he craved her kisses, how she was his soulmate… her eyes welled up as she pushed him back and he glanced to her confused and her eyes darted back to the pages and he frowned, racing her to reach for them, but she grabbed them first, they were all crumbled up and being handled so roughly he leapt up when she was about to tear them to shreds.

“P-please, Winnie. S’all I have left.” He pleaded and she had never seen him this way, so vulnerable and hurt. She was hurt too, though, her heart had just combusted and he was more worried about some stupid papers? She tore them in half and he literally lunged forward and she stepped back putting her hand out between them, the papers in her hand and he was crying harder now? “No more, please. Please.” He whispered and she scoffed, throwing them angrily and he literally scrambled for them on the floor, already fitting the halves together and she felt like shit, but he was pathetic. She hurried out of the room and got dressed before leaving, the last thing she wanted to see was him and even when she was heading out he didn’t even bother calling after her or following her to the door. She should’ve known… the signs were everywhere. His heart was somewhere else.

*****

“They broke up.” Marty said through the phone and Y/N shrugged.

“So…”

“Maybe you should try talking to him? He’s a fucking mess… he asked me for coffee yesterday and it looks like he’s sick. I’ve never seen him like that. It worries me, Y/N.” Upon hearing this the first thing she wanted to do was unblock him and call, but he abandoned her when she needed him most, it only served him right to feel what she felt. She paid the consequences for both of them, now he was dealing with some pain of his own, that’s the way the world works.

“We’ll see.”

*****

“How long?” Winnie asked, she was sat on the couch as he paced his living room.

“Five months.” He frowned at her reaction, eyes welling up, he hated to make her cry. He should’ve thought about that before he had been so selfish. “I’m sorry,” he sniffled, “I just didn’t know how to end it… like I-I didn’t want to hurt you.” He sniffled and she scoffed.

“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I dunno… I just- I’ve never felt that way about someone, Win. Like I wasn’t expecting this to happen, you know? It really was a ‘one thing led to another’ type o’thing and it just… with Y/N everything feels different-”

“Right.” They said at the same time and he locked eyes with hers and nodded.

“Yes, it feels right.” He admitted and she shook her head.

“You never loved me, did you?” She whispered and he hurried to sit at the coffee table, taking her hands and he shook his head.

“I did love you. I mean, I care about you, Win. But I didn’t ever know that I could feel so much towards someone. It’s just different. Like I see you and I do care and I feel awful for putting you through this, but when I see her…” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Say it.” She encouraged, “Go on then, get it off your chest.”

“When I see Y/N I feel a bit sad that I haven’t known her my whole life. I feel like every second I don’t spend with her is a waste of precious time. And when she is around I just wish everyone was gone so it could just be us. I get nervous, even when I know she feels the same. I see her and I can’t picture a life without her being present.” He mumbled and Winnie sniffled.  

Even she didn’t feel that way about him and she knew that she loved him a lot. So instead of it being the other way around, she hugged him tight, making him cry harder, because the last two months he’s been living in hell. He rejected Y/N, the woman he’s in love with, to make sure that she wasn’t hurt as badly. Granted, he made a huge mistake, but she knows him, knows that the last thing he would ever want to do was hurt her or anyone else. She could see how sincere he was in his apology and how sincere he was in saying that he felt like he would die without Y/N. The pain he felt was visible.

“I’m sorry I tore up your papers.” She whispered and he sniffled.

“Deserved it, Win. M’sorry I wasn’t honest with you, I just didn’t know how to say it.” He muttered and she bit her lip.

“I love you, loads, Har. And obviously, I’ll forgive you. S’just a bit fresh now.” He nodded and hugged her once more. Soon she had taken her last bag of things she had at his place and with one last kiss to his cheek she left.

*****

When Y/N swung open her door after tireless knocks she was more than shocked to see Winnie.

“Can I come in?” she asked and Y/N moved to the side. Her apartment was in some state after Marty had told her that Winnie and Harry had broken up. All of the guilt she had finally expelled from her had made a reappearance and was looming over her menacingly. Her apartment was a mess, her hair was a tangled bun on the top of her head, and she was wearing a hoodie that just happened to be one of the items Harry had abandoned at hers when he disappeared from her life. Winnie looked at Y/N and genuinely felt bad for her… no more friends, no Harry…

“Don’t pretend you’re not happy to see me like this.” She sniffled and Winnie shook her head.

“M’not… Quite frankly I’m tired of seeing so much misery. I dare say Harry is a lot worse than you.” She said as she sat on the couch and Y/N sat beside her, a bit further, but beside her none the less. “Well I came by for two things… one, I hope that you can forgive me for blaming everything that happened on you. I told everyone that you had always been after Harry… I mean, some part of me always thought that  because of how quickly he took to you and I just- he would never do that, or so I thought. So I thought it was you.” Winnie explained and Y/N nodded.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too. I’m just so in love with him, I didn’t know how to stop it. I never meant to hurt you and trust me, I felt so awful! But when I was with him things felt so right. If it feels right how can it be wrong, you know? I made excuses and I should’ve been stronger. So, I’m sorry for putting you in this awful situation.” She rambled and Winnie just nodded in understanding.

“Well second, please talk to Harry or go see him. He’s a wreck… he loves you far more than anyone else and seeing him so heartbroken hurts. I know he scapegoated you, he fucked up, big time. But I know he regrets not standing up for what you had. He’s not the same, he’s this depressed and awful hollow version of himself and he needs you. Please, Y/N, I’m begging you, from one person who loves him to another, please. He needs you.” Tears trickled down Y/N’s face, but she nodded.

“Okay, I’ll go see him.” She promised.

“Good, thanks.” Winnie said, reaching for her hand and squeezing softly, making Y/N glance down. Winnie was too good for this world. “Nothing is worse than seeing you get what you want.” She joked and Y/N chuckled for the first time in what felt like months.

“Thanks, for coming, Win. It means a lot.”

“Anything for Harry.” She said softly.

*****

She waited a few days to collect herself, but she definitely kept her promise to Winnie and no here she was. Y/N felt her stomach do flips as she stood outside his gate, punching in the code and slowly making her way to the door. Y/N took a deep breath and let it out slowly before reaching for the doorbell and pressing it once, waiting to hear him on the other side, and soon enough the lock was clicking and he peaked out, his eyes wide at the sight of her.

“Y/N?” He asked just to make sure and she nodded.

“Yeah, s’me.” She assured him and he opened wide, enveloping her in this huge hug before he started crying again and she reciprocated. Being in his arms again was like being able to breathe again.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never speak to me again.” He mumbled, “C’mon, let’s go inside.”  He sniffled and she followed, they sat on the couch, “I’m so, so sorry.” He started and she nodded, “I have no excuse for what happened or what I did. I understand if you’re angry with me and why you stopped talking to me, I hurt you so badly and that- ughh, just hate thinking about how stupid I was, angel.” He said reaching for her hand and she was crying now too. You’d think they’d both run out of tears by now and she sighed.

“You made it all miserable and I still loved you.” She sniffled and he sobbed.

“Fuck, I still love you too. So fucking much, Y/N. If I could do it over I would. You didn’t deserve to go through it alone, I should’ve ended it with Winnie once I realized-”

“S’no use worrying about that, now. It’s over and done with, yeah?” She cleared her throat and he nodded, “So, how do we move forward?” She asked and he smiled.

“Y’still want me?” He asked and she nodded, taking his face between her hands.

“How could I not, Har? You’re the reason my world turns.” She hummed and he leaned forward, his lips meeting hers urgently. It finally felt like he had life in him again. Her taste had never been so sweet and his heart had never felt so full, he could burst. With one last little peck she pulled back. “We need to take it slow, yeah? Need to recover from all this.” She said, stroking his cheek softly and he nodded.

“Yeah, we’ll work at it. Nice and slow and easy, promise.” He said smiling through his sniffles and she smiled too. “God, I love you so much, angel.” He said just hugging her tight and she buried herself in his chest, taking in the scent she missed so much, the steady beat of his heart that lulled her to sleep so many times. He pulled back, holding her face between his hands, then glancing down to her neck, the simple little pendant he’d got her was fastened around her neck. His finger came down and tugged it lightly making her smile.

“Never took it off.” She whispered and he felt his heart explode with love and longing for her. For his gorgeous angel.

"You’re my other half. My soulmate, want to spend the rest of every single moment of my life with you, we’ve already wasted so much time.” He sighed and she hummed in agreement.

“You’re mine too.” She assured him and he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’m your what?” He asked, as he had once before and she kissed him quickly.

“We’ve both called each other a mistake, but you’re not a mistake, Har. You’re my other half, my soul mate, and I don’t want to waste another moment without you either.” She whispered.

“Promise?” He asked in a small, meek voice and she nodded.

“Promise.”

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MUSE Harry II

this one is smutty….

After that kiss in the car things just reverted back to normal for the most part. Neither of them ever mentioned it after that and to say the least, things had sort of changed between them. Y/N spent most of her days thinking about the moment despite her lack of communication with Harry about it, yet the same could be said about him. His journal entries for the past week had been solely about that kiss. All of his internal monologues and drabbles on his typewriter had something to do with Y/N and the way she asked Harry to kiss her. He doesn’t think he could ever forget it, he constantly had to draw himself away from the idea, otherwise he’d just play out different scenarios of other ways they could have dealt with the situation.

He’s definitely not one to just talk about his feelings like the weather, but he’s so confused with himself and her and what they are and could potentially be. So yes, he takes a more cowardly approach, but he knows it’ll help him open up a little bit. He’s had three shots of tequila at the bar with Niall and Louis. Despite his state he’s still outperforming them at darts - there is literally nothing he can’t do, drunk or not - and right now he didn’t have the patience to wait for one of them to bring up Y/N. He really wanted to talk about it with someone. Anyone.

“So, anything new?” Louis finally asks and he shakes his head coyly.

“Not really…”

“Not really…” Niall mocks, attempting an impression of Harry, “C’mon mate.. did you and Y/N have a fight? Things have been so weird with you two.” Niall interjected and he sighed, his large hand going to rub the back of his neck.

“If I tell you guys something will you please keep it a secret?” He asked and Louis and Niall nodded, coming closer to him, to make sure that whatever he said stayed within a few feet. “We- Y/N and I, we- we kissed on Friday a-and it’s been one bloody fucking week and we’ve barely spoken. I mean- she asked- I just, y’know… obliged! Sure, I made the move and all, but I stopped m’self before I- I just didn’t want to go and do it without knowing if she wanted that, y’know? But then she asked me to… so I did. I mean… something’s just… it’s different and like I started writing my short novel and its loosely based on us and the more I work on it the more I think I’m… I think I’m in love with her.” He finally finished and exhaled, as if he’d been waiting for ages to get that off his chest. Both, Louis and Niall smiled, fucking finally.

“You need to talk to her about it, mate. Just do it! Otherwise you’ll never know.” Louis said and he nodded.

“She asked me to drop lunch off for her. Her boss is out this week and she can’t leave the shop at all, so why don’t you do it and just take the chance to talk to her?” Niall inquired and Harry nodded.

Harry was just a little bit hurt by the fact that she had asked Niall for lunch knowing full well that out of the Niall, Louis, and him, he’s the most capable in the kitchen. Niall claims greatness but is actually just great at leaving messes and also, he had made her sandwich before they went day-drinking so when it was handed over to him, Harry noticed the bread was very soggy and he hate’s being wasteful, but he just tossed it. It looked very ghastly and unappetizing. Despite his buzzed state, he briskly walked from the little bistro down the road with her order and when he got to the shop he saw a ‘closed’ sign, she must be doing inventory. He headed to the back door and knocked loudly and in a few seconds she opened up. She looked a bit confused as Harry was right in front of her and her eyes darted from his, to the bag of food, and lastly to the ground.

“Hey. I know it’s very unexpected, but Niall messed up your lunch badly. It was horrifying so I ummm, took it upon myself to bring you something better.” He said and she finally looked back up into his eyes and she smiled a very small and almost pained smile.

“I knew asking him to do it was going to end up backfiring. Thanks for the food.” She said reaching out to take the bag from him and started turning to had back in.

“Y/N!” Harry said quickly and she looked into is eyes, longingly. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom? I walked and maybe I was day drinking with Niall and Lou.” He said a bit timidly and she nodded.

“Yeah, sure.” She agreed and held the door wider for him to come in. He looked around, fascinated with the amount of films, books, and music lining the shelves.

Y/N worked in a media store, specifically a collectors one, so people came in to sell or donate some pretty rad things. One time they got a real Rolling Stones tour shirt from the 70’s. Never worn, just collecting dust basically. Knowing Harry’s slight obsession with the band she advanced 2 paychecks to get it for Harry’s birthday. He didn’t wear it often, afraid that it would become ruined with his bad luck, but it meant the world to him. He literally shed a few tears… that’s why he was in love with her.

“S’ right through there.” She pointed down a small hallway and he smiled before hurrying down the hall. As soon as he was gone Y/N sighed, heading over to set her food down.

Her tummy was suddenly churning with anxiety, she wasn’t all that hungry anymore. Apart from these feelings she wanted to strangle Niall a bit… there was a reason why she was avoiding Harry. Seeing Harry came with piecing together some very complex emotions… she wasn’t ready to explore why in the world her heart thumped harder than it should when she saw him. Or why she missed him even more than her parents and he lived in the same place as her while they were so far away from her and had only spoken once this month. Then there was the feeling she got when she kissed him… god her world was finally turning when their lips met, it’s like she hadn’t been breathing for years… his warm breath against hers made it seem like everything finally made sense and that was one of the scarier things to face; she was in love with him. She just walked back into the smaller office she was previously working in and let herself sit on the edge of the desk as she just mulled these thoughts over in her mind. Shortly after there was a slight knock on the door frame and she glanced up to see Harry’s gorgeous face, he was smiling but it wasn’t a real one, she could tell because his eyes weren’t beaming as they tended to do when he was truly happy. And she really wanted him to be happy.

“Hey, thanks I’m gonn-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence because she had walked over to him pulled him down by the collar of his jumper and pressed her lips to his own.

It didn’t even take a second for him to melt into the kiss. His hands quickly and easily wrapped around her waist and pulled her in closer, as of now it wasn’t a tongue kiss or anything fancy… just a bunch of simple, but urgent open mouthed kisses. Their lips pressed together for a few seconds and parted and then slotted back once more… he groaned when her fingers had found their way behind his neck and her nails massaged the lower back of his head, sometimes she would slightly pull on the hair there, causing his entire body to get covered in goosebumps. This is when he allowed his hands to travel from her waist to her ass, he took handfuls of it and squeezed and massaged with his huge hands, this made Y/N gasp softly and he took his chance. He let his tongue skim the seam of her lips and she easily gave him access. His cock jumped as his tongue pressed against hers because she tasted delicious. So sweet and just uniquely Y/N.

This continued for a bit, but she was pushing them toward the desk and finally she had him sitting on the rolling-chair and she straddled his lap. His hands stayed respectfully on her thighs, yes, squeezing and rubbing up, but never traveling higher. Y/N on the other hand… her hands were under his jumper, slithering down from his chest and toward his tummy. Her lips had moved from his own down to his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he felt her warm tongue  lick at the little spot where his neck and jaw met. She throbbed in her panties when he moaned and his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of pressure when she started suckling gently on the sensitive skin there.

“Y/N.” He mumbled, fingers squeezing her hips now as the sucking started to cause a small stinging sensation and then it was gone and replaced by a gentle lapping from her tongue, soothing over the spot. This was utter torture he thinks, he couldn’t help it when his arms literally turned to spaghetti when she palmed against his engorged cock. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and she just looked into his eyes as she rubbed her hand against the bulge rhythmically.

“Sorry, H. But I’m just so fucking horny.” She confessed and he let his head fall back against the chair.  His skin tingled when she nuzzled into his neck, “Can I get you out of these?” She said tugging against the button of his jeans and he couldn’t do anything but nod. His toes were curling in his shoes and his breathing was ragged until she kissed him again. His breathing evened out as their tongues moved together, she lifted herself a bit as she worked on the button and zipper of his jeans and he lifted his bum up as he helped to pull his briefs and pants down to about his knees with Y/N. She moaned at his size, a dull ache growing between her thighs at his cock fully grown and hard for her. Because of her. Her eyes would not move away from his cock. “You’re…it’s big.” She whispered and he bit his lip, she was awfully quiet, but when he glanced up he could see a string of spit slowly leaking from her mouth and reaching for the tip of his dick.

“Fuck, love.” He moaned when he saw it meet his skin and slowly drip down the head.

“I’m gonna get you off now.” She said softly as her meek eyes met his and he just nodded and gulped hard, a small hiss left his lips as her smaller fist circled his girth. Her thumb rested against the head and rubbed at the little ridge on the underside before pumping a few times.

“Fuck.” He sighed, his eyes not leaving her hand on his cock. “Y/N…” he moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah?” She asked, aligning her face to his, their noses nudged and he gulped hard again.

“I really, really- mmm, fuck- really like you.” He grunted and she pressed her lips to his softly.

“Me too.” She admitted, moaning when his hands squeezed at her backside once again, “So much.”

“Oh baby.” He said softly, kissing her a bit harder as her hand moved even faster on him, building a nice pace that had him sporadically bucking into her hand. “I want to make you feel good, too.” He mumbled, his lips kissing on her neck now, sucking the skin in random places.

“Trust me, this feel so good to me. Having your big, thick cock in m’hand. Making you feel good makes me feel so, so good, Harry. Just want you to feel good and happy.” She admitted and if that wasn’t pushing him to the edge nothing would. He groaned when she began thumbing at the tip, the pad of it pressing at his slit, rubbing over it torturously.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He warned and she slowed her pace significantly, causing a little whine to leave his throat as his high slowly slipped away. “Baby… why?” He whined, his balls felt so heavy, he was ready to unload for her but she kissed him hard before answering.

“I want you to come on my boobs. I’ve always wondered about that.” She admitted and he moaned at the mere idea of it actually happening. “Can you do that t’me?” She asked and he nodded profusely. “Take over for a sec.” she said softly, kneeling up as she pulled over her top and let it drop on the ground. “You can do the honors.” She said, moving his hand away and stroking him once more.

One hand held her hip and the other worked at unhooking her bra, quickly slipping it off her arms before pressing her back forward as he leaned down and opened wide so that the flat of his tongue pressed to her nipple, hardening the bud instantly and she moaned delicately, and he was only egged on, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. She thought that he looked so pretty with his cheekbones all hollowed out like that. She sped up her hand’s movements, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she felt him suckling at her generously, then moving to her other nipple, this time, letting his teeth sink in, making her whine pain, her free hand shot into his hair and tugged back. This caused him to pull back on the little bud before releasing it and soothing over it with his tongue. He moaned against her skin when she let her thumb rub hard against the underside of his cock, right at the ridge of the head and the shaft.

“Shit… baby, jus’ like tha’. Rub it right there, just like tha’.” he whined into her chest. He was leaking beads of pre-cum onto her fist and his toes were curling, he could hear his heart beat pounding in his ears, vision going blurry as his eyes rolled back. “Yes, Y/N. So fucking good for me, baby. You’re going to make me come! I’m right there.” He panted. “Oh fuck, baby. Get on your knees for me.” He commanded and she stood quickly, letting go of his cock and he took over, stroking himself a little rougher than Y/N had been. “Gimme some of your spit.” He ordered and she leaned over his prick, letting it trickle out of her mouth and he moaned almost pathetically as he slipped in and out of his palm with so much ease. “R-ready fo’ me?“ He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, please H. Give it to me.” She whimpered and he was done for. He fought his hardest for his eyes to stay open as he groaned, stroking his cock until his cum was spurting out and painting her tits with thick, white ribbons. She moaned and her thighs trembled as the visual of his pleasure caused her to come undone.

“Mmmm, fuck, yes.” He moaned and she pressed her tits together as some of his cum dripped down her cleavage. When he was done he pulled her up and kissed her hard, his hands instinctively moving up and squeezing her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her nipples and relishing in the stickiness of his cum on her skin.

“Want you to come, love.” He said, pulling away slightly and she bit her lip back timidly.

“I already did.” She whispered and he pulled back , shocked. “S’just… you looked so good and it just happened.”

“Fuck, baby. Wanna lick you clean right this second.” He moaned feeling his cock stiffening again at the mere idea of her coming untouched.

“I need t’get back to work.” she said and he frowned, “Another time.” She assured him.

They walked off to the bathroom and cleaned themselves up a bit and he kissed her long and hard before leaving her to it. Her mind was reeling because what the fuck had she just done with Harry? Whatever the fuck possessed her to do those things, she knew that she wanted it to happen again.

**********

“Mate, how did it go?” Louis asked as he plopped down on the couch beside Harry who was mindlessly flipping through the channels, he had probably gone through them twice if he were to be honest, but he could not stop thinking about his little encounter with Y/N.

“Oh good.” He nodded before looking back to the TV.

“Okay… no more awkwardness?” He asked and Harry genuinely shrugged. Maybe this would make things more awkward… he didn’t think about that before he kissed Y/N back.

“I don't think so.” He mumbled and Louis groaned, just standing up and leaving him alone. He was clearly in another world.

Eventually, he headed into his room and began writing about them once again, he hadn’t realized it was well into the evening until his door opened to reveal Y/N. Her hair was damp from a shower and she was wearing a tank top and some sweats, looking cozier than ever. He immediately hit save and closed his lap top as she climbed onto the bed, reaching for his hand.

“I’m sorry about today.” She said softly.

“What do you mean?” He asked and she sighed, her cheeks tinging pink for a moment.

“I just- you must think I’m insane! But I was a little confused at first and I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I just- really, really like you. Like we said earlier. And last week it just seemed like you wanted to kiss me so I asked you to and m’not entirely sure what I was thinking today, but- ughhh, the point is that I don’t regret it .” She finished and he smiled.

“Neither do I.” He confirmed and she sighed in relief.

“Honest? Like 100% cross your heart?” She asked and he nodded, a small smiling made its way onto his lips and she scooted closer, slipping under his covers and he just flipped on the TV, getting on Neflix and picking a movie before shutting off the lights and relishing in her warmth and going for the very obvious choice of Just Friends.

Not that it wasn’t a great film, in their defense they had seen it before a few times. So it didn’t bother either of them that they were missing crucial parts of the film because Harry’s face was smushed against her chest as he sucked love bites onto her delicate skin. He’d only got a super tiny one from her, it was hidden nicely under his mandible and her lot would be hidden beneath her bra. It was suddenly very stuffy in the room and they were both feeling a bit sweaty, but couldn’t afford to pull apart from each other. She hissed at a particularly harsh suck at her skin and soon he was pulling away and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her softly for a few minutes. He wasn’t trying to take it to the next level at this moment. Right now, he was just enjoying her lips and the taste of her little mouth on his tongue. But naturally, he was sporting a stiffy and when he leaned up to kiss her harder he rubbed up against her thigh making her moan into his mouth and well that’s when he knew he owed her one.

“M’gonna get you off.” He said softly.

“Okay.” She whispered as his hand slipped down the front of her bottoms. She was nice and warm and so ready to go for him.

“You’re so wet f'me, baby.” He groaned and she nodded. “You ‘ave to keep it down, the lads are here, okay?” And she nodded. Whimpering softly as he rubbed at her clit, kissing at his lips and then nuzzling into his neck to stifle the sounds that left her mouth. She was already so close, he did things to her that just had her on edge. Her nails pinched into his biceps when he pressed a finger into her with ease and then curled up, hitting that special spot inside of her that made her tremble.

“Please give me one more.” She implored and he groaned as she stuffed her hand into his shorts, stroking his length the best she could in their position. It was like he could feel every clench of her walls around his cock when he would repeatedly pound at that spot in her her and make her squeeze his fingers. “Fuck, Harry. I’m gonna cum, please keep going like that.” She whimpered and he let his thumb rub on her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her. His movements did stutter as he could feel his tummy tingling in anticipation of his own orgasm and then he felt her tighten impossibly around him and she gasped. He pressed his lips onto hers, swallowing down her moans as he felt her come undone around his fingers, making them warm and sticky with it; he was just about ready now and despite her trembling body, she pulled his shorts down and pressed him onto his back.

“Baby, wait I don’t hav-”

“Don’t worry, m’not gonna fuck you.” She interrupted and proceeded to sit over him, but just rubbed over him. Grinding herself over his cock, letting him bask in her warmth and wetness.

“Oh fuuuuck.” He exhaled shakily as the tip of his cock pressed against her clit, making her whine out. Her wetness helped her glide over him easily and when he wrapped his arms around her waist she moved faster.

“Getting there?” She asked and he nodded, lip bitten between his teeth, fighting to keep his eyes open, but he couldn’t help it as they screwed shut and his head knocked back against the headboard as he felt her come once more, whimpering his name and curses into his ear and that pushed him over the edge. Y/N got up and brought stuff to clean up with and soon they were back together under the covers, he just couldn’t stop kissing her. His heart was swelling in his chest at the way she mumbled that she loved his kisses. When they finally parted he spoke up, voice a bit hoarse.

“So how’s it going with your project?” Y/N smiled.

“Really good! I can’t wait to show you some of the shots. I’m certain I’ll get an A because you’re so damn good-looking.” She said and he rolled his eyes. “M’serious. A proper fucking adonis.” She whispered before kissing him softly and he smiled against her lips.

“And you’re my Aphrodite, baby.” He assured her and she giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing… I just- ‘dunno, just like it when you call me that.”

“What? Baby?” he asked of the little pet name he’d used on her quite a few times now.

“Yeah.” She confessed and he kissed the tip of her nose making her wiggle it a bit.

This was officially her favorite place to be; here in Harry’s bed with him keeping her warm. Things definitely weren’t awkward anymore, but they had to be a little more secretive while they figured things out for themselves and it was quite exciting if she could say so herself.

**********

“Harry!” Y/N called as she stepped into the apartment. She wanted to show him the pictures, she turned in her portfolio today and was hoping that the professor was charmed just as much as everyone else who laid eyes on Harry.

“Yeah, love?” he called from his bedroom.

“I’ve got some photos to show you!” She called out once more, setting her things down on the couch as he headed out of his bedroom in just boxers.

“Sorry, I was in bed.” He said and she chuckled before handing him the folder with the copies. He opened it up and his eyes widened at a picture of him on the motorcycle.

“Are you sure that’s what I look like?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Yeah! I didn’t even edit much I just messed with the lighting. I swear I’ll show you the raw shots.” She assured and he bit his lip as he flipped through them and studied them carefully. His brows rose high when he saw himself up against the American flag and he smiled.

“Good, huh?” She said sitting on the couch and he took a seat beside her continuing to page through the next few.

“Get on m’lap.” He mumbled, as he sat too “M’cold.” And Y/N moved onto his lap as she looked through the pictures as well, admiring her work, but being grateful that Harry was quite literally muse-worthy.

“Which one is your favorite?” He asked and she grinned.

“I have a few, they’re the last few pages.” she said softly as he paged to the back and a small smile came over his face. “That’s one of them.” She said pointing to one where his hands were over his face, that was the candid one she knew she would love.

“That’s sick.” He said quietly as he looked it over, not really being able to look away. He couldn’t lie and say that this wasn’t inflating his ego to a great degree.

“And the last one, too. I love that one.”she said quietly as he flipped to the last page of the folder. His eyebrows furrowed in some sort of admiration, studying the photograph. He was quite literally staring down the camera, showing off his pendants.

“You see, how your hands look so massive compared to those delicate little things. And the above head lighting does wonders for your face. You look so sturdy and sharp.” She said pointing at his highlighted brow bone, nose, and cheekbones, they looked elevated and defined. “And then there’s your eyes. Literally my favorite part. They’re just that fucking pretty and piercing and you’re stare… Despite being completely relaxed you’re just oozing confidence… you just can’t look away from them. It’s very masculine.” She explained, almost in a whisper and he shuffled a bit in his seat, not being able to look away, as she had said and that's when she felt his cock stiffening up beneath her. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed before speaking up again. “Are you getting turned on by your own pictures?!” She asked disbelieving and Harry’s lip twitched into that smug, little side grin he does, not even bothering to look up at her, the stupid grin saying it all. “You are unbelievable.” she mumbled, as he closed the book, she was not really able to keep ignoring the slight lump forming in his boxers, pressing right up to where her thigh rested. “Seriously, Harry? I don’t know anyone else who gets a stiffy because of their own pictures.” She half chuckled and he re-arranged her so that she was straddling his lap.

“S’not just the pictures, love. You know I have a big ego and have a little bit of a praise kink. Compliments are like viagra, baby.” He said softly, nuzzling into her neck. He was only getting harder beneath her and she bit her lip when he starting sucking at the start of her jaw, right below her ear. "Additionally, you're very talented and you smell amazing and you just get to me." he explained before he started sucking harder.

“Oh sure... Hey, hey, slow down. Niall and Louis will come home any moment.” She said, worried that they might get caught.

“So? Let them see how much I love being with you.” He mumbled against her skin.

“You’re an exhibitionist, too? Geez, Harry.” She muttered out between a little moan as she dragged herself over his hardness. Merely minutes later, just as she had predicted, she could hear ruckus come down the hall, they had company and she shoved herself off of Harry’s lap. “Come on, go get dressed.” She said and he huffed, standing, his boxers tented up and she must admit that her mouth did water a bit. He had started walking off and she caught up to him, “Hey.” She said before tiptoeing and kissing him deeply, sucking on his bottom lip for a moment before it snapped back into place and then she pushed the folder of photos against his bare chest. “Just in case you need some help finishing yourself off.” She whispered against his lips, not being able to fight back the smug grin that broke out on her face.

“Oh, bugger off.” He muttered in irritation before slipping into his bedroom; he still took the folder with him.

**********

After he’d seen his photos Harry had been riding a wave of confidence. He seemed a lot more elevated and outgoing; it truly blew up his ego. School was out at the end of the week so they weren’t doing much school-wise beside reviewing and testing. To say the least, Oliver, Y/N's photography teacher had e-mailed her a day after she had submitted her photos of Harry. He was impressed and Y/N obviously shared the e-mail with Harry, it was rather unprofessional but Oliver literally wrote in all caps saying: “Y/N, THIS IS A+ WORK! NOW TELL ME, WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS MAN?!?!? HE IS BEAUTIFUL! SEND HIM MY INFO, WOULD LOVE TO GET HIM FOR SOME OF MY SHOOTS OR JUST TO SEE IF HE'D BE INTERESTED IN POSING FOR THE ART DEPARTMENT. IT'S PAID WORK!” Harry definitely considered it and contacted Oliver, the next day he was telling Y/N that he got booked to do some modeling for Oliver’s friend’s magazine, which just happened to be Seventeen magazine, he was going to be one of their featured “Hot guys” of the summer and that they were going to fly him to New York in a few weeks for a weekend shoot since he could not miss too much work.

His renewed confidence also leaked into his social life… currently they were at frat party and Y/N knew he didn’t mean to be a douche, but he was totally being a douche. Yes, Y/N was cute, but some of the girls attending these things were just as hot as Harry was to say the least. Yeah, he was a little tipsy and they weren’t actually together, but he liked her a lot.. or so he had said and there he was now, with some other girl, hand nearly on her ass as they "danced" to some song; it was more like dry humping if you asked anyone in their vicinity, but whatever. As she looked on at this unfolding she concluded that she wasn’t jealous, she was sad and disappointed. It hurt to continue watching his hands smoothing down this girl's curves. She was so sad that she pressed herself off the spot on thew wall she was leaning on. The spot he said he’d come right back to right before placing a little kiss on her lips and going to grab them another drink. That was nearly fifteen minutes ago and she was tired, sad, and hot, so she just shot him a text, hoping he’d pull out his phone, waiting to see him react or at least reach for the damn thing, but he didn’t bother so she just decided to tell him that she was going to head home, it was only like a fifteen minute walk and through the school campus, so she didn’t feel unsafe or anything, plus she needed the air after what she was seeing.

***********

When the song ended he glanced around the room and the spot Y/N had been in was empty. She had probably gone to the bathroom or something, he was scoping her out in the crowd, but was soon pulled down by the girl he was with.

“One more?” She asked and he smiled softly, allowing her to guide his movement to the next song that played loudly. Once that song was over he was sucked in to a few more songs, she was just so nice and pretty and he didn’t want to be rude. Some guy had been creeping on her and he promised her that he would help ward him off by dancing with her and pretending that they had come together - it was just going to be that. So how he ended up in a dark hallway with his tongue in her mouth was beyond him. The one thing that started to pull him back from this was that her mouth didn’t have that sweet familiar taste that he loved so much - it wasn’t Y/N. The hand skimming lower and lower on his skin beneath his shirt was not as soft or small as hers and he was suddenly uncomfortable and pulled away from her lips.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, nuzzling into his neck.

“M’so sorry, I actually sort of came with someone and I lost track of them. I shouldn't be here with you, I’m sorry.” He apologized once more, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay, thanks for y’know, waiting it out with me.” She said softly and he smiled sweetly. Harry really is one of the nicest people in the world, likes to make sure everyone is okay. “I’m sorry for keeping you from her. I promise it wasn’t intentional.” She explained and he smiled.

“S’alright. Stay safe.” He said before rushing off. He knows he didn’t really do anything wrong because he wasn't technically with Y/N but he felt rather shitty they came together, as a couple and he liked her and she liked him and they've hooked up and she's his best friend. He felt his tummy turning nervously as he searched for her around the party. He literally checked every damn inch of the house and couldn’t find Y/N anywhere. Surely she wouldn’t have left him… unless she saw him with someone else. He groaned quietly as a nauseating feeling swirled in his stomach, making him full to the brim with remorse as his heart tightened painfully in his chest. He palmed at his pockets until he felt his phone and pulled it out. His eyes bugged as he saw that she had texted him twice almost two hours ago! It was already nearing midnight. Just how long had he been with this other girl? He opened his phone to read her message and frowned.

Y/N:

I don’t feel good, I think I’m ready to go.

Y/N:

Nvm, I can see you’re busy. See you later!

She definitely saw him dancing with the other girl, he never even got her name, he just swooped in to help and they got on really well. He was suddenly worried because she walked home, they walked here. As he glanced up he saw Louis around the beer pong table, laughing along with the crowd.

“Lou!” He said coming up behind him.

“Hey mate!”

“Did you see Y/N go home? Was she alone?” He shouted over the music and he nodded.

“Yeah, saw her walk out. Thought you were with her?" he questioned and Harry sighed and shook his head.

“I’m gonna head out!” He shouted and Louis nodded.

“See ya later.”

“Yeah, bye.” He patted him on the back before heading out. He jogged home, he didn’t want to take a long or wait for an uber or lyft, he just wanted to get home and see her and hope that she wasn’t too upset at him.

Harry finally reached their apartment and caught his breath for a moment before letting himself in. He could hear the hum of the TV in the living room, no one spoke up so maybe she was sleeping. He slipped out of his shoes and padded over to the living room, only a single lamp was lit, giving the room a dim, yellowish glow.

“Hey.” He said softly and when she turned around her eyes were bloodshot and he frowned. “Are you alright?” He asked nearing her and she began standing from her seat, keeping her blanket wrapped around her body.

“Oh yeah, m’fine. Was just watching-” she paused, squinting a bit as she looked over to him, “Uh… I was watching The Notebook. It’s a heart-wrenching one, as you know.” She said as he came closer.

“Yeah, I know.” He half chuckled. “Ummm, sorry for leaving you like tha’ I didn’t mean to. S’just that some guy was creeping on this girl and she seemed uncomfortable so I went and helped her.” He explained.

“Yeah, s’fine.” She lied as she began walking towards her bedroom.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. I know we went together and I should've at least let you know what happened or just not gone off with her. I just felt so bad for her.” He said and she turned around, forcing a smile.

“Really, it’s okay, H. I’m glad that it worked out well for you, though.” She said and his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’ve got ummm... there's lipstick stains on your collar and under your chin and on your neck.” She said quietly and his hand moved up and rubbed at his skin, looking for the pigmentation on his hands, but then he heard her door click shut and he was left alone.  He felt sick to his stomach… he was in love with her and he went and ditched her for someone he didn’t even know! Obviously she was upset because of him and that hurt him so much; he needed to fix this. As he stepped up to her door he could hear her sniffling and he bit his lip before knocking on the door.

“Just please go away, Harry.” She called out and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, love. I really, truly am.” He said through the door and it got quiet. Too quiet. Suddenly the door flew open and his heart broke at her teary eyes and the frown on her face.

“Okay, I forgive you, Harry. But please leave me alone.” She said exasperated and he frowned.

“Y/N, come on. It’s not like we’re together! I’m not even sure how things ended up that way I just-”

“You’re right." she interrupted him, "We aren’t dating or anything. I'm sorry for overreacting then.” She said and he sighed, he didn’t want her to take the blame either and it's not like they were nothing either.

“Y/N, please, you know that I care about you, a lot.” He was swallowing down his words because what if it wasn’t the same for her. He was reaching out for her and she stepped back.

“Well, I’m fucking in love with you. M’sorry if I played up what we had- or thought we had. Just give me a little space, yeah? I thought that you- never mind.” She sniffled getting ready to close her door and he held it open.

“Wait. Y/N I love you, too. Like… I wasn’t being a dick on purpose I just… wanted to help that girl and I lost track of time. I don’t even know how we ended up kissing, I didn’t mean to.” He explained quickly and she sighed. He hadn't cheated on her or anything but he had ditched her and it was hurtful, but it wasn’t like they are dating. “I want to be with you. I’ve been writing my book about you- well us! I know you said you like me a lot but I just thought that maybe it was more of a sex thing and you didn’t see me in that way and I don’t know… I didn’t want to ask because I was scared of hearing something I didn’t want to hear.” He explained and she sighed, her hands flying up to her face.

“Harry… I know compliments are your viagra… when have you ever seen me be so… loving towards you? Like I know I am for the most part, but like, wasn’t I acting weird enough?” She asked half-chuckling.

“Well yeah, but I thought it was because you regretted everything. I don’t know.” He huffed in irritation. Finally moving forward and wrapping his arms around her, feeling her in his arms was probably the best feeling he could ever have and he pulled back, tilting her chin up to him. “I love you so much my heart hurts, baby. I will never let some shit like this happened again.” He assured her and she smiled softly.

“I know and I love you too. Loads and loads.” She confirmed and he let his lips press onto her own. A delicate, but emotional kiss, charged with everything he was dying to say to her about his feelings for her, trying to show her just how much he loved her.

“So, Y/N would you like to go on a date with me next Saturday?” He asked, her heart fluttered violently in her chest, unable to hold a smile back. “Like the whole fucking thing! Flowers, awkward small talk, maybe even throw in an awkward goodnight kiss to spice things up.” He said softly and she giggled.

“Of course.” She squeaked in excitement and he grinned kissing her forehead gently.

“Now, let’s cuddle in my bed and discuss my next photoshoot.” He  said pulling her along as she burst into laughter.

“Sounds great.”

#1D-sexualdesires #Harry Styles #HARRY AU #GUYS IM ON A ROLL #HARRY SMUT

[1d-sexualdesires]

Frat!Harry (1/?)

Here’s another mini series!!!!

(no smut yet, we’re building up to it)

Harry groaned as he put down a keg in the kitchen, glancing back at Liam and Niall, chatting and laughing their asses off as they brought in bags of snacks. If you asked him, Liam is bigger, he should have carried the keg. It’s homecoming this weekend and as the most popular fraternity on campus, they host the biggest and best parties.

“Stop fussing, yeah? S’just a keg.” Liam said smirking.

“You know I have a bad back.” Harry mumbled. Making the two others roll their eyes at him, obviously playfully, but he was still bothered none the less. “Well, now that you’ve made me late… I have to go study.” He said before heading out of the kitchen.

“Ay, don’t forget you promised to help me later!” Niall called and he shot him a thumbs up as he grabbed his backpack and headed down the porch and towards the library.

Harry happened to be in the most coveted frat on campus, which automatically made him one of those well known people, which he didn’t hate, but he preferred to just go about life more quietly. The only reason Harry had even pledged was because Niall asked him to pledge with him, he didn’t want to be hazed alone. After much convincing, he agreed, and here is now. It’s his junior year, he has one of the top five GPAs in his class, he’s an officer for the frat, has a nice little side job tutoring, and he is very well liked by most people. He’s not going to pretend the attention isn’t nice, but it seems that the one person who he wants to pay attention to him doesn’t pay him enough attention.

He sets down his backpack in his study cubby, the one right in front of his belongs to Y/N and there she is, headphones on with her nose in a book and he digs into his backpack and pulls out the dark chocolate and peanut butter kind bar he had brought for her. The story behind that was that her tummy was growling loudly, she couldn’t hear because of her headphones so he had tapped her shoulder and asked her if she wanted the bar he had, a few people were giving her dirty looks unbeknownst to her. She thanked him profusely, explaining that she forgot her lunch at her apartment and well, he thought she was pretty. Later that week he ran into her in their honor’s students seminar, which was basically a two hour lecture. He saw her walk in and she immediately saw him and hurried over to him, “Is it okay if I sit with you? Don’t know anyone else in here.” She has said softly and of course he said yes. Either way, he’d never ever seen her until that first week of school, when he reserved his study space for the semester and ever since then he just does nice little things for her, like bring her a granola bar. So as he accustomed, he taps on her shoulder and she already knows it’s him.

“Hey.” She whispers, pulling the beats off of her head and smiling up at him.

“Just in case.” He said handing her the bar and she giggled.

“It was one time.” She sighs in embarrassment and as if on cue, her stomach growled lowly and it took everything in him not to let out his boisterous laugh.

“You were saying?” He asked smugly.

“Thanks, Harry.” She said taking the bar from him and he smiled.

“See you Wednesday…”

“Yeah, see ya’.” She said and he headed back to his spot and she slid her headphones back on and continued reading. When he would take breaks he’d like to sneak glances and when she took little breaks to walk around, she’d always bring him back a water bottle, as a thank you for supplying her with granola bars.

It was nearing 9pm when he saw her putting things away; he had finished nearly an hour ago, but was waiting, hoping he could walk her to her car or something, he wanted to get to know her a little better. So he stood as well pretending that he was putting his things away and pushing his chair in.

“Heading out?” She asked and he nodded as he swung the bag over his shoulder.

“Can I walk with you?” He asked and she nodded, they walked through the library quietly, both waving goodbye to the night-shift librarian, Mrs. Lancaster before heading out into the cool night.

“I’m all the way over there.” Y/N pointed to the back of the lot, “Where are you parked?” She asked.

“Oh, I walked.” He said, she was shorter than he thought, he liked that he loomed over her a bit.

“Harry! From greek row? It’s like a mile away and getting colder. I have to give you a ride.” She said glancing up to him and he shook his head. When they first met he was wearing his frat shirt, they had to wear their frat gear the first week of school so any pledges could pick them out of the student body for any reason. To say that she was impressed at his smarts and social status was a understatement.

“C’mon Y/N, it’s fine.”

“No, not fine! What if something happens… or what if you get sick and can’t bring me granola bars for a week! Who’ll tell me that my tummy is grumbling in a nice way?” She asked and they both laughed a bit.

“If it’ll bring peace to your heart I will take the ride.”

“It would bring peace to my heart.” She said as they continued walking through the parking lot.

“Then I will take the ride.” He said and she smiled.

“So, what’s your major?” She asked, they were halfway there.

“Sociology. What about you?”

“Ooh! Neat, I’m psych… I am considering a minor in sociology though.”

“You should do it, it’s very interesting…” he informed and she nodded.

“Alright, I’ll look into it some more.” She said and he smiled. “That’s me.” She said as she unlocked her car, the lights to a Jeep lighting up. They both climbed in and she asked him for directions. As they exchanged a few questions along the way he noted how it was very tidy and it had a yummy scent to it, he knew he’d miss it once he got out.  Soon they were driving up the street, Greek row just happened to be on the opposite side of the campus, it was quite a walk.

“Oh, it’s the one with the palm trees on your left.” He said directing her toward the huge house and she made a u-turn before stopping right up front.

“Here we are.” She said smiling and putting the car in park.

“Thank you so much. I hope you didn’t go too out of your way.” He said and she smiled shaking her head.

“Actually not at all, I live in the complex a few streets down, maybe like five minutes away.” She said sweetly and he smiled. “Besides, I owe you for always being so nice to me.” She said and he chuckled.

“Don’t owe me anything, s’just being nice, yeah?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, well see you Wednesday in the seminar.” He said and she nodded.

“See ya’, Harry.” She said as he climbed out and waved once more before hurrying inside and she took off. Harry came in to see Liam standing at the door smiling.

“And who was that?”

“A classmate.” Harry said. Liam was president of the frat and a senior, he and Niall got pretty close to him as he was their “mentor” during their first year in the fraternity and how he was the head honcho.

“S’that the girl you’re always talking about?” Niall asked as he flipped the channels on the TV.

“Maybe…” Harry said softly, avoiding eye contact. He tends to be very reserved about his love life.

“You should invite her to the party Saturday.” Liam suggested.

“She doesn’t seem like the type.” Harry explained.

“Lots of people don’t, but then you give them the chance and they go wild!” Niall said knowingly and Harry chuckled.

“Maybe…”

“Good! Can’t wait to meet her!” Liam said as Harry headed up to his room.

“Niall, I want you in here in 15 minutes! I’m tired!” He called from the top and heard Niall groan, he just needed to get his paper edited. He greeted the few guys who were walking up and down the hall before entering his room. He smiled, he couldn’t wait to see Y/N on Wednesday.

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Y/N on the other hand was arriving at her apartment, it was a cozy, one-bedroom; she did live alone, thank god, because she was very close to moving in with her ex, who she had transferred to this school for, which she did have regrets over until she met a particularly sweet frat boy.

Long story short, she had transferred over last semester to be with her boyfriend at the time, Michael. Near the end of the year though they had broken up, he had been cheating while they were at different schools. She decided it would be way too messy to transfer back to her old school, so she sucked it up and lived with her mistake and moved on. All of the friends she had made were his friends first, so after they split she was left lonely and just worked on herself all summer and was able to come back this year and not mind it at all. Well, to be fair she hadn’t seen him once, but she knew he was around. Being on the swim team, he was in one of the frats and why she usually avoided going that way, but Harry was very nice to her and besides, it’s not like she was going over there and partying in the neighborhood, she was just dropping him off, the chances that she would run into Mike were very slim on such a large campus.

Tuesday flew by quickly, so when Wednesday rolled around she was a bit excited to see Harry. Especially since she had made an extra serving of lunch because Wednesdays were also his busy days and he didn’t have time to grab lunch before their honors lecture, so she decided to make up for him feeding her by feeding him. She sat around waiting until he showed up, smiling as he saw her. He sat down and sighed.

“Hey, how’s your day going?”

“Pretty good and yours?” She asked back and he smiled.

“Busy, but good.”

“Oh, by the way… because you always feed me when I’m hungry…” she said reaching into her backpack and pulled out a just warmed container with lasagna. “I am feeding you back on your hungry day.” She said handing it to him and he smiled so wide.

“Y/N, you’re the sweetest!”

“You were sweet first! Also, it’s homemade so it has extra care in it.” She said and he smiled warmly.

“My favorite ingredient.” He hummed, Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as he opened it up and started eating as more students shuffled in. Soon the lecture started and they were humming over their lasagna, Y/N was a pretty good cook. “This was delicious, thank you so much. Owe you big time!” He said as he closed the container and she took it from him, putting it back in her bag.

“Oh no, you always bring me a snack so we’re even.” She whispered and he smiled, he reached into his pocket taking a piece of gum and offering her one as well, which she took happily. She was doodling and he was completing another assignment when the lecturer called for a ten minute break before the lecture resumed. Harry turned to her quickly and she glanced up at him.

“So… maybe this isn’t your kind of thing and you can say no if it isn’t, but my frat is hosting a homecoming party and I was wondering if you wanted to come?” He asked and her eyes widened a bit. It’s not like she didn’t drink or go to parties, it’s just that she had very specifically been avoiding anything on greek row because of Michael. Harry could see that she was battling it out in her mind, “You don’t have to decide now!” He said quickly, “But when you do let me know so I can send you the invite.” He said and she smiled, “Here…” he said taking the pen she was using from her hands and writing his name and phone number on the edge of the paper she was doodling on, “Just text me when you decide and really, you don’t have to go… s’just nice to see people I’d want to hang out with instead of the usual ones, you know?” And she smiled softly.

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll let you know as soon as possible.” She said and he smiled. Not even two minutes later the lecture was starting up again and they sat quietly, kind of listening and kind of not.

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Y/N had been thinking about this party business since Harry mentioned it to her on Wednesday. That night she had even dreamt about it and now as she sits in her cubby in the library she hasn’t read a single page of her assignment; this is how much she was putting into deciding. Parties really weren’t her thing… she was more timid and an ambivert, meaning that while social situations didn’t exhaust her, she really valued whatever time she got to herself. However, Harry was the closest thing she has to a friend at all… he was smart, sweet, and cute (she must admit), and she figured that he wouldn’t have asked unless he really was hoping to see her there; which did incline her towards accepting… because that way she wouldn’t disappoint him.

But then there’s Michael… she knew that he would most likely be at that party, so the chances of her seeing him increased tenfold and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. What if he was friends with Harry? Though it seemed unlikely, because she’d never seen Harry until this year. She was battling in her mind because she shouldn’t be avoiding having fun because of some guy… she just felt it in her heart that if she didn’t go she would be missing out on something. So when she felt the familiar hand on her shoulder she slipped her headphones off and turned quickly to face him.

“I’ll go.” She rushed, “T-to your party.” She specified and Harry’s lovely dimpled smile made an appearance, his eyes shimmering with excitement as they met hers.

“Really?” He asked and she nodded.

“Alright, can’t wait t’see you there.” He said pulling out his phone, “Give me your number and I’ll send you the invite.” He said and she told him the numbers and within a few moments her phone lit up with Harry’s name, telling her that she had received an attachment. “Just text me when you arrive… I tend to be the responsible one, so I promise I won’t desert you or anything like that.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Alright, I’m excited.” She said genuinely and he smiled.

“Oh, here’s your granola bar.” He said handing her the bar and she smiled as she took the little packet from his hands.

“Thanks.” She giggled.

“Yeah, of course. So I’ll see you Saturday?”

“Yeah… unless you want a ride home when we’re done here?” She asked hopefully and he smiled.

“That would be lovely.”

“Okay, 9:30?” She asked.

“9:30.”

Harry returned to his cubby, a smug little smile playing up at his lips. He liked Y/N, something about her just reeled him in; not just her looks or her intelligence, but just something about her piqued his interest and to be honest, he didn’t think she’d say yes, but she did and now he can’t wait for Saturday.

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Frat!Harry (3/?)

GUYSSS THOSE PICS... I HAVE BEEN BLESSED AND HEALED FOR THE NEXT CENTURY. ALL IS WELL IN MY HEART.

There’s also a sweet surprise at the end!:)

As Harry had suggested, he and Y/N started hanging out more; in just a week’s time  they started taking turns giving each other a ride home after the library. By the second week they started to study at hers and other times at his and the guys from the frat would take advantage and get the help they needed while they were both around, like now, they were helping some of the freshman with philosophy.

“You two almost done?” Niall asked as he peeked into the living room.

“Yeah, just about.” Harry said before Niall reminded him that he was starving. They had planned on going to a sushi restaurant that also doubled as a karaoke bar, they were all excited to try this place out. So as soon as they finished with their last thing and were piling into Liam’s Range and headed to the place. Naturally, Harry squeezed in beside Y/N, his hand landing on her knee as he leaned forward, between the two front seats chatting and giggling with Niall and Liam. They were fun people to hang out with, Y/N also became more acquainted with Niall’s girlfriend and she had lunch with her a few times in the last few weeks or so.

“So, the Halloween party…” Liam started and Harry glanced back to Y/N, rolling his eyes because usually the responsibility ended up falling on him, “It’s this weekend, have we started buying things?”

“Yeah and I decided to recycle some stuff from last year so that we don’t spend so much, just gonna buy new cobwebs and cups, everyone will be too hammered to notice it was the same as last year.” Harry said.

“Yeah, that’s for sure!” Niall chuckled.

“Will you be coming to the party, Y/N?” Liam asked and she bit her lip.

“I wasn’t invited.” She said smiling at Harry.

“Well, I’m inviting you since your boyfriend here, seems to have forgotten!” He said making Y/N and Harry’s eyes both widen at the title Liam just threw at them so lightly, both laughing it off.

“Do you know what you’re dressing up as, Liam?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, actually-”

“He spent a fortune on this batman costume, looks like the one from the movie! Swear it’s fucking sick.” Niall cut in, angling a bit in his seat to face Y/N.

“She was asking me, asshole. Geez…” Liam grumbled as Niall burst into laughter, as usual. “Niall is going as Scare Crow from Wizard of Oz so his girlfriend can be Dorothy.” Liam informed and Y/N hummed.

“That’s cute.”

“Yeah, she looks real good in the outfit.” Niall said grinning. “What are you guys dressing up as?” He asked looking between her and Harry, who both exchanged a glance.

“I was thinking Wednesday Adamms.”

“I can totally see that!” Liam said excitedly and Y/N smiled.

“What about you, Harry?”

“M’not sure…” he said glancing to Y/N.

“What about Ace Ventura? You’ve got some of those dad shirts, no?” She asked and everyone laughed, besides Harry of course who narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “M’just suggesting! I always dress up to characters with similar fashion as I so that I don’t have to spend money. Or very little if any at all.” She explained and Harry chuckled.

“Ace Ventura it is!” He said with feigned excitement and Y/N squeezed over the hand that was on her knee, just to assure him that she meant no harm and he flashed a little smile to her.

Dinner was going great, Hailee had met them there, and her and Niall were just so adorable, Y/N couldn’t help but be endeared by the pair. Y/N always wanted to have a boyfriend, she had only had one (which did not end well), but that didn’t tarnish her idea of caring fro someone and just being all domestic and consumed by them; she was a sucker for romance. Harry was the same, he loved company and the more innocent parts of relationships, the getting to know someone was what did him in. Sex could be received from anyone, but really falling for someone was such a lovely feeling; yeah, it led to hurt more often than not, but to him it was always worth it; he’s a true hopeless romantic.

“I’ve got you for dinner, okay?” Harry said turning to Y/N and she shook her head.

“Oh no, Harry! I got paid this weekend!” She assured him and he shook his head.

“No, please I insist. You can get next time if you really want to.” He said and she finally gave in after several attempts. They might as well have gone to sushi alone because they were wrapped up in each other completely and Liam, Niall, and Hailee were just anxiously waiting for one of them to make the damn move.

When they headed out and got back in the car Y/N let her head rest on Harry’s shoulder, his heart was hammering against his chest because he wanted to hold her hand, it was just laying idly on her lap and he really considered reaching over and intertwining their fingers together. It was a fifteen minute drive to the frat house… he had a little time to decide. The radio was playing I Melt With You and she was softly singing along to the words and he just took the chance, reached over in the dark and let his fingers fall into the spaces between her fingers and she stopped singing and he panicked for a moment until her hand squeezed his lightly and she resumed humming. The grin he was wearing was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t care. He was just happy that this was actually happening, that Y/N was holding his hand, he even moved their hands onto his thigh, letting his thumb run over the side of her hand soothingly until they were pulling up to the house. He still needed to drive her home… She let go when they needed to unbuckle their seat belts and what not, but as soon as she had hugged Niall and Liam goodbye she hurried to Harry’s side, taking his hand again and making the short walk to his car, he was speechless really. He let her into the passenger side and then he let himself in and as they drove the short distance, their hands were connected over the console.

“I think we fit rather nicely.” she said and grinned over at him.

“Me too.” He smiled back brightly. He stopped in front of her complex and put the car in park. “I know that things are still a bit… complicated for you, but I really like you and I would love to keep getting to know you.” He said and she smiled softly at him.

“Y’know what? I don’t think they’re so complicated anymore… I worked on myself all summer, I’m happy with who I am becoming and Mike… I think I just wasn’t prepared to encounter him - and to be fair I was a bit buzzed - I really don’t feel anything more for him. I enjoy spending time with you, Harry. A lot.” She admitted.

“So, let’s go to the halloween party together.” He said and she nodded.

“Let’s do that.”

“I’ll pick you up Friday night then? 8:30?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She smiled and then let go of his hand to lean over the console and press a kiss to his cheek once more, leaving him frozen and she giggled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before stepping out of the car.

Harry was left blushing, the skin over his left cheek was tingling with the feeling of her lips, his mind playing the moment over and over as she walked off, digging through her purse for her keys. He wanted to kiss her so badly, his lips were tingling to press against hers and just feel them plush against his own. Before he even knew it he was jogging up to her, she turned around when he called her name and he just walked right up to her, taking her face in the palms of his hands and gently angling her up, they were both panting, as he looked into her eyes, she was nervous, but he smiled and leaned forward until his lips pressed to hers. He heard her keys drop to the floor and her warm hands slide up against his own hands as her lips molded together with his softly. Fireworks were exploding behind his eyelids when they fluttered shut and something about being with her this way felt so familiar and right. These little jolts of electricity seemed to be shooting all over his body every time their lips connected and his heart was pounding harder than it ever had. Y/N was putty in his hands, he was soft and smelled incredible, his lips were smooth and inviting, she could feel the butterflies swarming in her tummy non-stop until she pulled back for a breath and smiled up at him, her bottom lip swollen nicely and bitten between her front teeth.

“Wow.” She whispered, her lips tingling and he blushed, hard, his own lips felt all tingly and warm.

“Sorry, I just really needed to kiss you.” He whispered, looking into her eyes and she smiled, looking down at her shoes, still a little too shy too look directly in his eyes, especially after that kiss.

“S’alright, it was very nice.” She said, finally managing to look into his eyes, she couldn’t even suppress a smile.

“That’s good.” He giggled before squeezing her into a hug, “I’ll uh- see you tomorrow.” He said and she nodded, waving him off until he took off.

Once behind her gate, Y/N was smiling so hard it hurt, and much like Harry’s skin, her lips were buzzing and veins pumping with adrenaline at the thought of having kissed Harry, even if it was just one of those very simple pecks.

She couldn’t really explain it… the things she felt for him were wholesome. She’d never experienced such blossoming and evolving things for someone. Harry was like those eight-sided Rubik’s cubes; he seemed impossible to figure out, but it was worth it in the end. There was always something interesting to learn about him and if they disagreed on anything they would talk about it, not avoid it.

Y/N found that if she didn’t see him she missed him, his voice, his warmth, and smile. She loved his corny jokes just as much as she loved making him laugh, it was quite the contagious laugh. She also caught herself thinking about him more often than not… in just three months he had settled into this spot in her heart that seemed to have been created specifically for him.  She was falling for Harry Styles.

#1D-sexualdesires #harry #Harry Styles #one direction mini series #one direction #frat harry

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Muse Harry (AU)

Concept: Harry owes Y/N tons of favors and she has been saving them up for when the perfect moment presents itself.

Y’all remember that shoot for Fabulous magazine? This is based on that.

- Infinatetatie

When Y/N signed up for her photography class she didn’t really think it would be going into so much depth. According to Niall, she just had to submit 5 photos at the end of every week on whatever object or concept the professor assigned on the first day of the week. Now here she was, 4 months into the course, still broke from purchasing a brand new camera (because apparently the new iPhone didn’t take as amazing quality photos as she thought) and still very upset at Niall for failing to tell her that the professor he took the course from was only an interim professor. Now, the course was taught by a completely pretentious white guy named, Oliver. Oliver, insisted that his students use his first name to address him and he also happened to assign a full on photo shoot as a final project to reflect their newly acquired skills. Y/N’s eyes bulged when he said that he at least wanted 200 raw shots and he wanted to be presented with 5-10 edited shots; no wonder celebrities take hours at photoshoots. With work and her busy class schedule this seemed like an impossible feat, who the hell was she going to recruit for this? Who the hell would even want to give up about 5 hours of their day to stand around and have their picture taken? Her day seemed a bit more stressful after that; class seemed to run longer than normal, her short shift seemed to drag on forever, that is until she saw the familiar car stop right outside the window.

“Rafael, my ride’s here! See you tomorrow!” She called, slinging her bag over her shoulders before rushing out of the store and into Harry’s car. “Boy, am I glad to see you!” She beamed as she hopped in and he chuckled.

“I couldn’t say the same.” He said with a straight tone and Y/N playfully smacked him on the arm, causing him to sputter on the laugh he was holding back. “Can always get a reaction out of you.” He grinned and she rolled her eyes.

Ah, Harry… she remembers when they first met. He was definitely the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Everything about him was enthralling and to be very honest, at first Y/N was a bit intimidated by his broodiness, intense eyes, and incredibly chiseled bone structure. She had a few classes with him but could never approach him. But one fateful day, her freshman year while they were both in the library everything changed. She recalls that she jumped with fright when she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see him peeking over the division of the study carrel and she paused her show. She should have been studying but her brief break to finish off an episode of Friends had carried on to a completely new episode now and effectively distracted her from her studies.

“I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping , it’s just really quiet in here and also the sound is kind of loud though your earphones. But you’re watching my favorite episode and I was wondering if maybe I could join you? Just ’til it’s over at least?”

Long story short, she accepted, he took one ear phone and her the other as they watched together. Eventually they were kicked out for giggling way too much but after that moment they were practically inseparable and in each other they found the best of friends. Fast forward to their senior year and they now share a flat with their mutual friends, Niall and Louis. Y/N was the only girl in the flat and they allowed it because according to Louis she was very unconventional yet stereotypical. Meaning that she wasn’t one to bring different men home or anyone else for that matter, but also that she did lots of the cleaning and provided the nurturing feel the small group was missing.

“Y/N…” Harry sing-sung and she batted her eyes a few times.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said, that I owe you one from last weekend and I’m hungry, so what do you want for dinner?” He asked again and suddenly her eye brows flew up and a little ‘ding, ding, ding!’ sound went off in her brain as she recalled that Harry owed her so many more favors and that his slight and harmless narcissistic tendencies would make him an ideal candidate for her photoshoot. She quickly turned to look at him and he glanced at her for a quick second, a bit confused.

“Why are you looking at me like tha’?” He asked and she was beaming.

“Harry, Haz, H, friend… how many favors would you say you owe me?” She asked and he chuckled.

“If you want to go to that fancy sushi place we can, I just got paid on Friday.” He assured her and she shook her head.

“It’s not about food, just if I asked for only one thing in exchange for all the favors you owe me how big could that thing be?” She asked and he genuinely thought about it.

Harry pursed his lips together as he tried to recall everything she has done for him since they became friends, just for being a wing-woman alone he owed her at least 2 week’s worth of his time and to say that Y/N helped him get the girl every time was an understatement, even the one’s he didn’t want were fawning over him, though he does have to give himself a bit of credit for that, but she definitely talked him up. Then there’s being his personal cuddle bug, she would literally drop anything on his bad days and spend how ever much time it took to get him out of the funk being in a bad mood put him in. Christ, he knew very well that she loved him almost as much as herself, if not more.

“Honestly, at this point I would probably have to pay your university debt to get even with you.” He chuckled and she smiled.

“Great! I need you to do me a favor. Just one tiny, little favor, and we call it even and I really mean even. No more keeping count of my niceties, okay?” He seemed skeptical, but he nodded along.

“Okay, what’s the favor?”

“I need you to be my muse. It’s for a photoshoot for my class.” She said and he glanced to her, brows arched high in surprise and what came out of his mouth next was not the answer she was hoping for.

“Absolutely not!” He stated flatly and quite curtly and she frowned.

“Come on, H! Please! I have 2 weeks to get this done!” She implored.

“Nope, not happening.” He said once again and she crossed her arms over her chest, turning away from him, her head pressing against the window.

“I’ll get you somehow.” She muttered quietly and he scoffed.

“Don’t count on it, love.”

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“Why aren’t you and H all over each other?” Niall asked Y/N as he walked into their small living room. Usually her and Harry do homework together, but she had all her things sprawled out on the living room rug, the coffee table was pushed up against the TV stand and really, she was a mess if she were to be honest about this whole thing.

“Just ‘cause.” She stated blandly.

“Hmmm, he had a bad day, figured you’d be holed up together in his room.” He said before casually walking into the kitchen. “There’s nothing to eat, I think I’m gonna order a pizza, want in?” He called out and got no response, when he glanced out he rolled his eyes at the newly vacant living room, “Talking to myself… wouldn’t be a first.” he mumbled.

Y/N was quietly padding down their small hallway and she pressed her ear to Harry’s door, she could hear the little clacks of him typing away at his typewriter and she knocked lightly and heard it stop. He knew it was her, so she just opened it a bit and slipped in. He was sitting at his desk, his fist was supporting his chin and she huffed as she leaned back on the door to close it.

“Heard you had a bad day.” She said so quietly and he spun around in his chair.

“Yeah, wasn’t great.” He admitted.

Y/N took care of him because he would just throw everything under the rug until there was so much shit he would literally have a beak down. She witnessed it one time and just never wanted to see him so anxious ever again. Harry was the kind of person who didn’t want to harsh anyone’s mellow, always smiling, putting his best foot forward, being kind and polite no matter how much he was in the mood to strangle someone. He’s just so genuine and considerate that way, like today in the car, exhibit one. He was all fine and dandy and obviously, she hit a nerve with the whole photo shoot thing because he would’ve declined, but not so roughly.

“Well, c’mere tell me what happened?” She literally had to pry every single time to get him to talk about it. Because that’s the thing, Harry wants to talk, he always has so much to say and so many incredible views, ideas, and opinions, but he sort of broods internally and people think that he’s boring or shy, but really he’s just taking everything in, waiting to say it exactly right, planning it, rehearsing it a million times until he’s sure that he’s introducing substantial  and relevant content into a conversation. And then when it comes to his feelings, he can express it, but he likes to write it down for the most part, hence the typewriter. Usually he’ll just show it to Y/N, but this time he didn’t pull the page out, he was waiting fora chance to let it out, so he just plopped down beside her on the bed and let himself fall back onto the mattress and she followed suit.

“I ‘dunno… just been off lately. Y’know how I was writing that short story for my Authors of Mystery course? I got my draft back and it was a D! A fucking D! I just… I tried so hard… and then in my creative writing class Dr. Lange literally told me that my plot was the most cliche, rubbish plot he’d ever read. He said he wouldn’t even grade it because he knows that I’m an ‘A’ student and he said I had until next Monday to e-mail him a new outline. You know that’s not my writing… I don’t know what’s going on.” he groaned and she just reached for his hand squeezing it gently, letting him know that she was there, that she was listening. He didn’t need a response or an explanation, he just needed someone to listen and she was great at it; he spoke up again. 

“I just don’t know. Like I know I’m good… I’m just not in the right place right now, creatively.” There was silence between them and he spoke up once more. “Also, I’m sorry about shouting at you in the car today… about the photoshoot. Obviously, I’ll help you… I just sort of felt a little overwhelmed at the moment, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He explained, and finally turned his head to face her and she smiled softly, her hand reaching up to push back a few curls that were tickling at his forehead, his hair is growing and she loves it like this.

“S’alright.” She accepted his apology, “I don’t want to pressure you, H. If you haven’t got time then you haven’t got the time, it’s alright. I know you’d like to prove yourself to Lange, I know you can do it! I’ll find someone else, don’t worry.” She reassured and he frowned a bit.

“I don’t want you to find someone else.” He stated plainly, “I really don’t like the idea of someone else being your muse.” He confessed, his voice a lot smaller than before, almost like he was a little bit shy to admit that.

“If it makes you feel better, if it’s anyone but you they wouldn’t really be my muse… just a model.” She explained and he smiled his adorable, toothy grin.

“I want to be your muse. I will be your muse.”

“Are you positive?” She asked and he nodded.

“Alright… but just so you know, this requires a bit of nudity.” She joked and he grinned smugly.

“If you wanted to see all my bits you could’ve just asked… didn’t have to go and make up this whole elaborate scheme.” He teased back, making her go a little pink in the face before they both laughed a bit, and just like that he was back to normal.

**************

Later that night Harry had an idea, a really good one at that. He would loosely write about his friendship with Y/N. He genuinely thinks it would make for a great story. Definitely a story full of hope and promise for each of them, but also for them. Not that he necessarily saw them in that way, but he feels like it’s a good twist for the readers… he wanted it to be the guy who fell for the girl because the girl pining after her handsome, male friend is so used. He liked the idea of exposing that boys pine after girls just as much, but obviously, they aren’t as vocal about it but they get it bad over girls they like. And so, yeah, it’s 3AM but he has so much to say… its supposed to be a bloody outline, where the story should go, not a damn fucking novel, but he just can’t help himself. Where does he want this friendship to go? That’s the underlying question… so he just writes because he isn’t too sure that he wants to map that out yet.

*************

“Have you and Harry ever… you know?” Louis asked, eyebrows wiggling and Y/N nearly spat out her tea.

“Jesus, Louis… No, no we haven’t ever done anything.”

“Not even drunk?” He asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No, god…” she said rolling her eyes before pulling out her phone.

“I mean… you’ve never been curious? He definitely has been I’m sure.. he’s a guy, we all kind of wonder about our female friends.”

“Why the sudden interest in mine and Harry’s friendship?” She asked instead and he shook his head.

“Nothing, just wondering. You’re awfully close is all.”

“Are you jealous?” She shot him a little grin and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“You never answered my question… that’s evasion and it’s suspicious… additionally, if you were never curious you definitely will be now.” He snickered and she rolled her eyes.

“I mean, before we were friends I was curious. I mean, there’s no denying that God literally formed Harry with his bare hands. Honestly, who the fuck walks around looking that good?” She inquired, before letting out a laugh and Louis laughed as well. “Literally, he never looks a fool… it’s the confidence.” She said softly before looking into her tea cup.

“I would say it’s the eyes. Like not just the eye-balls, but like the way he… uses them? Harry’s gaze penetrates the soul.”

“Don’t say penetrate again.” Y/N sputtered out a laugh, not even bothering to make eye contact with him and he chuckled.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, just genuinely curious… and I owe Niall $10.” He mumbled the last part more to himself. “So he’s doing your photo shoot?”

“Yeah, of course he is!”

“Alright… are you going to do any nude ones?” He asked.

“Fuck off to work, will you?” She half whined, half laughed and his let a loud, boisterous, eye crinkling laugh shake his body before heading back behind the cafe’s counter.

Y/N didn’t want to see Harry like that… he was such a good guy and there’s no denying he was attractive, but he surely didn’t see her like that, otherwise he would have tried something already, as Louis said, he’s a guy… they’re always curious. She knew that Harry isn’t a player or one of those guys who sleeps around casually, but if she really thought back on it, there’s been plenty of opportunities for a stolen or curious kiss and with Harry being a man of confidence and all, he would have taken them, she assumes, especially if he wanted it. So the fact that he hasn’t made her think that he just didn’t see her in that capacity and she knew that if she even let herself entertain the idea she’d surely develop a deeper liking and fondness over him, because truthfully, he was the whole package. Fucking Louis…

**************

After a long day, Y/N was setting some pasta to boil, breaking the noodles to fit them in the pot and let them cook. She was just leaning on the counter, elbows supporting her weight as she read from a recent self-help book she picked up.

“You look extra pretty today.” She gasped at the sudden intrusion and turned around to see Harry eyeing her up and down, his eyes squinted over her mid-section. “S’that my blouse?” He inquired and she grinned, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip a bit nervously and that gave Harry a new feeling in his tummy, a feeling that left little shocks and tickles traveling to his lower regions.

“Maybe…” she said before spinning around and assuming her previous position. She was wearing a shorter skirt, but it was pleated, and navy blue with maroon, white, and yellow stripes making up the plaid pattern, he quite liked the way it fell over the swell of her bum as he shamelessly eyed her over once more, it was his turn to bite his lip, but it was the equivalent of pinching himself, as a reminder that she’s his best friend and yeah, she’s fucking pretty, but he can’t get a stiffy right now. No fucking way… so instead he headed to the freezer opening it wide before peaking inside and letting the cool air appease him. “What’re you looking for?” She asked and he was at a loss.

“I thought I had erm… seen some ice cream the other day. Got a sudden craving.” He muttered. He couldn’t shake his thoughts… he was envisioning her in his blouse… slowly releasing the buttons, the ruffles looked so pretty on her. A teasing smile… he shook his head and suddenly slammed the door shut.

“Jesus, Harry. Are you alright?” She asked, eyes softening and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I’ll just ummm… be in my room.”

“Do you want some pasta?” She asked and he nodded.

He dragged his ass out of there and into his bedroom, locking the door behind him and sitting on his bed, his eyes clenching shut as he attempted to stifle the urge to palm over his semi-hard cock. He glanced over to his nightstand… shaking his head at the tissue box sitting there, waiting to be used to clean his mess. To be quite frank, he’s fucking himself with this little novel he’s started writing. Yeah, he submitted the outline almost a week early and left the ending open ended, he would just make it one of those things where the reader can take from it what they want. He got an ‘A’ this time, so he started writing and the more he wrote the more he realized how undeniably beautiful and incredible his best friend was. He’d never gotten off to her and he certainly didn’t want to start now, but she just looked so fucking good. He was a little disappointed in himself when his fingers went for the button of his jeans, but the further along he went those feelings disappeared and became a hot, burning need for his beautiful friend, his Y/N. A few minutes later his jaw was going slack as his hips bucked up into his hand and when he was just about ready to burst, his jaw clenched as to avoid making any suspicious sounds and his free hand fisted at the sheets so hard his knuckles became white.

“Fuck! Oh fuck.” He whispered as the pleasure took over, his toes tingling and his ears buzzing with that wave of pleasure roaring through his veins as he felt his warm cum spill onto his hand when he finally opened his eyes he groaned in irritation because he hadn’t bothered to take off his shirt in his rush and now there were a few stains on it. What’s even worse is that now he was somehow even more horny and needy for her than before.

“Fuck’s sake.” He mumbled to himself as he cleaned himself up and decided he should just do a load now before he eats. He buttoned his pants and tossed his shirt into the hamper before lifting it up and out of his room, getting ready to put it in the wash, that’s when Y/N called for dinner and he decided he would rub off a bit of his angst on her by not putting on a shirt, he didn’t deserve to suffer alone.

“Why are you naked?” She asked before turning around and he chuckled.

“M’not naked, I’m just shirtless.”

“Those are all the good bits everyone’s eager to see, so technically that makes you naked.” She explained before going to sit around the island and he served himself a plate before sitting down beside her.

“So… this photoshoot, have you got an idea of what you want me to do?” He asked before stuffing a portion in his mouth and she finished chewing before nodding.

“Yeah, we’re going for that All American look, rugged and a little dirty. I was mulling it over and thought it’d be a good look and since I am borrowing the school’s shop to shoot it’ll work with the whole theme. You know how they have that huge flag on the far wall?” She asked and he nodded.

“So when are we going to shoot?” He asked.

“Friday? I got out of work and I know it’s your free day so we can do it then.”

“Perfect.”

“Yeah.” She said smiling lightly before she continued eating. She was rather quiet today, but not in a moody way, just in a weird way.

“Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, just wondering how I did on a presentation is all. I didn’t feel prepared.” She elaborated and he turned to her.

“Well I’m sure you did great.” He reassured and her lips twitched upwards and he just loved the way she smiled, her eyes screaming ‘Thanks, I needed to hear that’. “So I’ve rented My Best Friend’s Wedding if you’d like to… you know, come cuddle for a bit later?” He asked, pushing around a piece of meat from the spaghetti sauce around the plate with his fork. When she looked over to him he glanced up at her from under his obscenely long lashes and his stupid green eyes that glowed like emeralds no matter how fucking dull the lighting was.

“Sounds like a plan. Just need to clean up and hop in the shower, it’s hair washing day.” She explained and he furrowed his brows.

“Oh no, I’ll clean up, love. You already did most of the work by cooking.”

“Are you sure?” She asked a few times until he was shooing her off to shower. Did he want to wash the dishes, of course not, but he didn’t want to wait an extra 20 minutes before they were cuddled together in his bed. So finally he had the TV ready, the film was buffered, their favorite wine and two glasses were on his nightstand, and he was just waiting for Y/N. Soon light knocks were heard on the door and she stepped in, smiling.

“Ready?” He grinned.

“As can be!” She said before pulling the cover s back and slipping into them. Harry followed suit and as soon as he got in she scooted over to his side, her arms wrapped around his chest and her head rested against his shoulder. The movie started playing and soon they were both sipping on wine, making small talk through the opening scenes, but one thing he noticed was that she kept shivering and soon she was moving out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, pausing the film quickly.

“Just gonna grab a sweater or something, I’m freezing!” She chattered.

“Just grab one of mine, c’mere.” He said walking into his closet and pulled his Calvin Klein crewneck off of the hanger and proceeded to turn around and put it over her head and then she slipped her arms into the sleeves.

She was literally drowning in the damn thing, but honestly, she had never looked more perfect in his eyes and soon they hopped back in bed, half-way through the movie they were both a little buzzed, they were halfway through their bottle of wine and as everyone knew, Harry’s a very affectionate drunk and Y/N is also quite affectionate, a lot nicer than she already is, so fucking sweet it give Harry literal aches in his chest. These two on any kind of substance was a fucking love fest, so it’s no surprise that they ended up propped up on a few pillows, laying down more than sitting up, her arm draped over his chest and their legs tangled together. One of Harry’s arms rested behind his head and the other hugged over her hip… well it was a lot closer to her bum, but still enough on her hip and she didn’t seem to mind it at all.

“Can I be 100% honest?” She asked and he hummed.

“Yeah, tell me.”

“I love your fucking cologne. Like it’s you plus the cologne… a deadly combination in the best way. I swear it!” She said and he grinned. “Y’know the other day a girl in my class literally tapped me on the shoulder and asked what cologne my boyfriend wears because I smelled of it.” Harry grinned even harder, he loved that people could smell him on her, it probably warded off some less than pleasant male attention.

“What’d you tell her?”

“I told her that my boyfriend is a bougie-ass man and that his cologne is Tom Ford or some shit like tha’.” He laughed so hard, shaking them both a bit and when they recovered he literally kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah, it’s Tom Ford.”

“Tom Ford and Harry Styles… delicious.” She said nuzzling further into his chest and jeez, he couldn’t be anymore ready to kiss her than at this moment. But suddenly his bedroom door burst open and Niall and Louis filtered in.

“What’s going on in here?” Louis asked smugly and he narrowed his eyes at him.

“Y/N! Are you naked?” Niall asked shocked and she scowled.

“No, you perv… S’just that Harry’s thing is huge and it doesn’t fit properly.” She whined, definitely more buzzed than she thought and the boys burst out laughing at her very poor explanation. “Fuck off, yeah? We’re watching a movie. You lot didn’t even knock! What if we were doing something?” She asked, still nuzzled into Harry’s chest.

“Why? Were you about to?” Louis asked smugly, Harry’s eyes looked pained and irritated at the same time. Why must he bring anything like that up? He’s been having a hard time not seeing Y/N in a new light on his own, he didn’t need any help.

“Maybe we were but now we’ll never know since you two reek and have killed the mood.” She said and Harry just chuckled.

“Fine… we’ll give you and Harry’s huge thing some privacy. C’mon, Niall.” Louis muttered before they headed out, they both relaxed when the two extra bodies were gone and he just squeezed her closer to his body and he smiled when he felt her press a kiss to his chest.

“You know that I love you right? Like so, so much.” She mumbled softly and he nodded.

“Love you bundles, too.” He assured her.

“Ok. I’m just telling you because if we’re ever in a situation like Michael and Jules don’t doubt for a moment that my first priority is your happiness.”

“Oh baby, you’re completely and utterly mad if you think I’d ever choose someone else over you.” He didn’t even think about it before he said that, but it was an honest and automatic response and Y/N suddenly pressed up on his chest, their faces level now, her heart was racing a million miles a minute and her eyes were welling up for some reason. He just gave her hope.

“Really?” She nearly whispered, she sounded a little shocked. Her head was still swimming a bit from the wine they’d had, but she just felt so melty and stuck with Harry in this moment and she loved it. Harry’s heart was basically thumping in his throat, she was so close to him, her lips mere inches from his and it was taking every little ounce of will power he had to not just press her onto the bed and kiss her breathless.

“Of course. Why would you think otherwise?” He asked, all attention was robbed from the movie and intently focused on each other.

“I dunno… I’m just Y/N. I’m so tight knit with you guys that I forget about other boys. Not that you guys aren’t kind to me and lovely. But it’s different when someone tells you that you look pretty because it takes their breath away than a friendly compliment, you know? Like sometimes I need real reminders.”

“Y/N.” Harry said incredulously, he was a little hurt for her, “You’re a right angel. Literally, everything about you is prefect.”

“Oh hush, Harry… you’re fucking perfect. Sometimes it’s painful to even look at you from how pretty you are.” She giggled a bit and he chuckled.

“You’re giggling but I swear, that’s how I feel about you.” He said a lot more seriously, her eyes peering into his with so many questions and she leaned forward, his heart raced in his chest and his breath hitched in his throat when he felt her lips press to the corner of his mouth, she pulled back and licked over her lips.

“Sorry.” She whispered, her eyes cast down, avoiding his.

“S’alright, Y/N.”

“You’re my best-est friend ever, H. Love you to bits, okay?” She said and he sighed. Who was he kidding, he was in love with her. Hopelessly and completely in love with her.

“Love you too.” He said quietly and to be frank he couldn’t move the rest of the time she was there. He had to figure out a way to really make her feel as beautiful and special as she was, he just had to.

**********

It was 10am on Friday and he was sat on his bed as Y/N quite literally destroyed his closet trying to find the right outfit for the photoshoot. She was going for that All-American grease monkey type of look, he had no idea how he would pulls this off, in Y/N’s words, he was a noodley, bougie-ass, fashionista. He wasn’t edgy, this could never work.

“You’re fixing that, alright.” He said letting himself drop onto the bed and she called out a ‘duh’, before continuing her rummaging.

“I just need to give you a little more of that look.” She muttered more to herself. “Like a vest maybe? Something plaid? Yes, something plaid! Be right back!” She called before running out of his room and down the hall.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He heard Niall call out from down the hall and he chuckled, Literally, moments later she ran back in to Harry’s room.

“Try this one, yeah?” She said handing him a plaid sleeveless shirt and he actually laughed at it.

“Why the fuck does Niall have something like this in his wardrobe?” He inquired and she shrugged.

“No, layer it, don’t take off the white shirt.” She said and he stuck his arm back through the hole and then slipped into the plaid shirt.

“Harry Styles!” She shrieked, “This is coming along… now… put this on top!”

“Another one?” He said taking a baby blue button up from her hands and she nodded.

“Again, just layer.” She said waiting for him to roll the sleeves up and she bit her lip, “Yes, honey! You look quite good…” she admitted and he rolled his eyes, beginning to slip off his rings. “No, no, leave ‘em on. They’re so you… like honestly I’ve never seen any other man wear rings as accessories.”

“Alright. We good to go?” He asked and she nodded in approval.

“You look perfect! C’mon.” She said guiding him out of the house. They got into her car and headed off to campus “So, I do have two other classmates coming to help with lighting and other stuff, I hope that’s alright. I asked guys, to make you more comfortable.” She said and he nodded. When they arrived Y/N and her friends, Ronnie and Michael were helping her set up a plain dark gray backdrop. Ronnie happened to ride a motorcycle so even better he could use it as a prop. It was a warm day and under all these layers he was sweating, he slipped off his button up and headed to the bathroom to rinse his face and then he pulled the bandana that he  was brought along as an accessory and just tied it around his head, like he did when he went to gym sometimes, he should’ve brought a little handkerchief, it was bloody hot in the shop. He slowly made his way back to whoever everyone else was in the shop and when he came in Y/N turned around quickly and her eyes grew wide and she ran up to him.

“Nice touch.” She said straightening out the vest.

“What?”

“Actually wearing the bandana, it looks really good. Like there is literally nothing you can’t pull off… I literally hate you.” She said and he chuckled.

“We’re all ready!” Michael called and she nodded.

“How about we do the outdoors ones before it get’s hotter?” She asked and everyone agreed.

They all headed out and took some photos against the fence and some against the giant warehouse door. Finally, Y/N directed him towards Ronnie’s bike and had him try various poses, some sitting and some standing. Y/N was loving this, he looked like a proper model, perfect, dazzling smile, gorgeous eyes.

“Give me… brooding and pensive Harry!” She ordered and he did what he could, he loved her this way and to be quiet honest, he was excited to see how these photos would turn out. He was casually sitting on the bike posing for her and her lips broke out into a smile and he mirrored her smile, just then she took a photo, she’s quite excited to see that one. After about an hour of shots outside and on the bike they headed back in. Y/N had asked Niall to bring lunch for them around 12:30, that went on for about an hour, with Harry being the friendly person he is, making an effort to ask interesting and thoughtful questions to her classmates.

“So what’s next?” He asked and she sighed.

“We’ll do a few at the flag wall.” She said and he nodded, “So… how do you like your short lived modeling career?” She asked and he grinned.

“Honestly… I quite like this. Can’t wait to see the ones you’re going to choose.” He said and she grinned.

“Trust me, you’ll love them!” She said excited, and they continued on through the next few hours in front of the back drop this time.

They were wrapping up and Harry was still sitting on the stool in front of the back drop as Ronnie and Michael started tearing down and Y/N was stood a few feet away, looking through the camera roll. She was about to call him over and when she looked up his palms were pressed up to his face and he just stayed there for a sec and she snapped a quick picture before he started to rub alt his face and then he let out a loud yawn. She pulled up the picture and just grinned, this was gonna be a sick one once she edited it. Finally they were ready to go and Y/N thanked everyone profusely before taking off with Harry.

“Today was a good day, no?” He asked softy and she nodded and turned to him briefly before fixing her eyes on the road again, a satisfied smile on her face.

“You did so good, I swear. I’m not just saying it because you’re my friend. Like you did so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, she could hear the grin he was most likely sporting.

“Yeah, looked like a real model. Honestly, you should consider it.” She concluded and he chuckled.

“Right…” he scoffed and she glanced to him quickly.

“Why don’t you believe me?! You’re so good looking! Like literally so hot, Harry.” She assured and he smirked.

“I know, s’just nice to hear someone else say it.” He confessed with his signature smug smirk on his gorgeous face. Y/N on the other hand, smacked him on the thigh, causing him to laugh.

“You’re so fucking arrogant.” She said, almost in disbelief but she was smiling so he knew she was teasing.

“Thanks for this, Y/N. I had fun.” He confessed and it was her turn to smirk smugly. “Alright, and what’s that face about?” He asked and she just shook her head, eyes focused on the road as she turned into their street. “Tell me.” He pressed.

“No, it’s nothing, just thinking is all.”

“Okay, but about what?” He pressed even more as she entered their lot.

“It’s nothing, just a good day is all.” She said as she parked in their assigned garage. They made her take the spot in the garage because sometimes it was hard to find a spot and they didn’t want her walking down the streets alone at night. She finally shut the car off and she smiled at him.

“Then why are you being so smug? What are you hiding from me? Please tell me or I will lose sleep over this.” He whined and she shook her head, holding back a laugh.

“S’just that when you said you liked it, modeling for me today-”

“You mean being your muse?” He interrupted and she rolled her eyes, but nodded.

“Yeah, that’s why I asked you first. Because deep down in your wonderful, selfless, and huge heart you’re a little but narcissistic and definitely an attention whore.” She chuckled and he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny it.  She knew him too well.

“Do you really think I did good? I mean, I want to make sure that I did good for you.” He said, a lot more quietly now, Y/N’s heart thumped at the way he said that, “Well for your grade, y’know?” he explained quickly and she smiled.

“You did amazing, promise. Like you’ve got it! The height, the build, the smile, the eyes, your stupid dimple.” She said and he smiled, the little spot becoming pronounced because of the smile. “You were- you are a great muse. Swear it.” She said and his heart was doing funny things. Things that it had only done once in his life and it was petrifying.

She reached over to squeeze his hand that was resting on his thigh, but it was suddenly gone and his hands were holding her face, right along her jaw and his thumb ran over her bottom lip. Everything in his body, every fiber, even the little beyond microscopic particles were fighting against his stiff and nervous body, trying to get him to lean in. Just lean in and kiss her, but he couldn’t, his eyes were just stuck on hers and his heart was beating a million miles a minutes. She wasn’t breathing, or at least that’s what it felt like to her as she waited for him to just do it, but he wasn’t making the move and she was frustrated because his lips looked so plush and inviting, they were smooth and a little wet as his tongue automatically swept over them.

“Harry, I want you to kiss me.” She finally said and he didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in the rest of the way, slotting his lips between hers. The pressure was perfect, the give and take, and not to mention the way he shyly sucked at her bottom lip. She took the lead a bit and let her teeth sink into his bottom lip, a deep groan rumbled in his chest as she pulled back slightly and then let go. Everything was on the table now. He leaned in, kissing her harder and teasing her with his tongue, but soon they were pulling apart to catch a breath and an slightly awkward air took them over, they couldn’t even look at each other, but Harry just sighed and then spoke up. Just one word leaving his mouth.

“Wow.”

#1D-sexualdesires #best friend harry #Harry AU #Cute #sweet #maybe more?

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Frat!Harry (2/?)

Still no smut! But I am writing the next part! Tell me what you’d want to see happen!:)

Ever since Y/N said she would attend the party Harry had made insane preparations, going above and beyond to make sure this party was good and had enough of everything. He even went the extra mile of deep cleaning his room and stashing up on snacks for his mini fridge incase they somehow ended up in there. He thinks that she might get a little overwhelmed with all the people and need a few minutes alone to recharge, she seems like that type and he doesn’t mind it, but just wants to be ready for anything.

“You bought everything but condoms for your room.” Said Niall tossing him a Costco sized box and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t intend on using them… but thanks.” He said just stuffing the box into the drawer of his nightstand

“You might not intend too, but who knows about her.” Niall said and Harry pouted.

“She’s not like that, Niall. To be honest I’m shocked she said yes…”

“I know… Just messing with you. I actually can’t wait to meet the girl you’ve been rejecting Josie for.” He chuckled and Harry chuckled along.

“I’ve been rejecting her for ages, Niall.”

“Well, when she sees you with someone else maybe she’ll get the picture.”

“I hope so.” Harry sighed.

Josie was the president of one of the sororities and since sophomore year, she’d been trying to get with Harry, she went on to fail a few exams to get him to tutor her and it just seemed like he could never shake her for long. She had come into this school year with a boyfriend, when she cornered him as he was leaving the gym earlier this month he discovered that they had broken up and she was back. He knew that she would be here tonight, most of the houses on greek row attend their homecoming party, but he was hoping that this would be the last time she sought him out.

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To say that she was nervous was a gross understatement, Y/N was losing her mind. She had changed about three times… cleaned her room out of worry, she even started making a pie! When she set the pie crust in the fridge to harden and checked the time she knew she should call an uber or something because it was approaching 9pm and she didn’t want to be there past midnight. Once she got her notice that her driver was approaching she hurried out of the complex and into the car, making small talk with the driver, her name was Helen and she was very nice, she was also a manicurist she learned. Soon enough she was being dropped off right up front and thanked Helen, who called out a ‘have fun, be safe!’ Before driving off.

Y/N made her way up the walkway, there were a few people outside smoking, and a few on the porch chatting, some making out, others dancing to the blaring music she could hear as she climbed the porch steps and sat on a little bench right outside as she waited for Harry to respond to her text that she had arrived. A few minutes passed by and Harry came out, looking left to right and Y/N stood once he caught sight of her and smiled.

“Hey!” He said hugging her. This was the first time he’d ever made a move to hug her or anything, so she squeezed him back, relishing in his scent for a moment until they pulled away. “Thanks for coming, we were about to start up charades… drunk people are hilarious to play with.” He said as he reached down and grabbed her hand as he led her inside, they squeezed past a few people and first got into the kitchen.

It was louder than she thought and he leaned closer to her ear, asking if she wanted a drink, he served her a quick cocktail with soda and then poured some for himself before they headed to a lounge type room where people were playing ‘heads up’. It wasn’t as loud in there and they were walking up to a few guys.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N!” Harry said to who she assumes are his friends, “Y/N, that’s Niall and his girlfriend, Hailee.” He said motioning to a brunette with the most piercing eyes ever and a pretty, slim, brunette who he was draped around. “That’s Liam, he’s the president of the frat.” He said and she smiled, extending her hand, shaking everyone’s hands politely, reiterating that her name was Y/N and that she was Harry’s friend.

Turns out that they were very friendly and easygoing, could see why Harry was friends with them. When it was Harry’s turn to guess on ‘Heads Up’ it was discovered that her and Liam were the best at giving clues, leaving him with the highest amount of correct guesses  so far. Dare Y/N say it, she was having an amazing time; sure, she was a little tipsy, which added to the giggling and fun, but she was genuinely having fun. Despite all the ruckus, her and Harry were talking and not about school, just interests. He had his arm draped around her shoulder nearly the whole time and she felt warm and protected, he was flooding her mind, him and his pretty eyes and dazzling smile, it’s like she was finally realizing how extremely attractive he was. How had she never noticed it before?

“Harry.” Y/N said, tugging on his shirt a bit for him to lean down.

“Hmm?”

“I need to go to the bathroom, where’s it at?” She asked smiling and he chuckled.

“Once you get out of this room you make a left, like towards the kitchen from where we came?” She nodded, “There’s a hallway on your left right before the kitchen, go down the hallway and  it’s the last door on the right.”  

“Left, left, right.” She repeated and he nodded, she appeared to be thinking about it a bit more and he chuckled.

“Do you want me to walk you?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, no, no! You have fun with your friends, I’ll be back in a jiffy!” She said and he chuckled, squeezing around her waist a bit before letting her go.

“Alright, text me if you get lost, okay?” She nodded before walking off. She was buzzed, she had a very mild case of tunnel vision, mumbling excuse me’s and apologies when people would brush past her. Luckily, there was only one person waiting to use the bathroom and he just needed to wash his hands, he told her when he saw her doing a little potty-dance. She hurried in and finished quickly, as two people had been waiting when she had stepped inside. Once she stepped out she was pressed against the wall, her eyes darted up to see some super model-esque creature was scowling at her and Y/N was certain she had the wrong girl.

“Why are you with my boyfriend?” She asked angrily.

“Ummm… I think you have the wrong person? I’m here with a friend?” She asked, the fact that she was a bit gone wasn’t helping her.

“So you draping all over him is what you call friends?” She asked and Y/N pouted.

“Wait what?” The girl groaned in frustration.

“Harry! Harry Styles, is mine. Back off, bitch!” Y/N was confused, she had no idea Harry was seeing someone, he asked her to come, had she known she would have never accepted. She started mumbling random apologies and sputtering on excuses.

“What the fuck, Josie? Leave her alone.” A familiar voice said, pulling her away, “How many times are you going to get rejected by the guy to see he’s not interested, fuck…” Y/N’s eyes grew wide as Michael came into view after pressing the said, Josie down the hall and away fromY/N unto she was gone.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked as hte hurried back to her and her heart sunk so far in her chest she felt hollow.

“I ummm…”

“Josie is a bit territorial over things that don’t even belong to her. Told her you don’t even know the frat guys… what’re you even doing here?” He asked confused as he pulled her out from the wall she had been cornered into.

“Ummm… I-I-”

“It’s alright, I’ll help you get home.” He said taking her hand. A familiar emotion of despair and hurt seeped into her guts and she was no longer having fun as he, Michael, pulled her down the hall.

“Mike…please let go.” she said softly, her eyes welling up as they made their way back into the party. She definitely was not ready to see him and he couldn’t hear her with all the noise, “Let me go!” She said loudly and  it took everything in her to tear away from him, she stumbled back a bit from the force and crashed into someone, hearing them gasp loudly. Then she felt as the back of her shirt stuck to her because of the cold liquid that she had caused the person behind her to spill. “I’m so sorry!” She rushed, the tears finally spilling down her face. God, coming here was a bad idea…

“Y/N! You need to be more careful! How drunk are you?” Mike scolded as he apologized to the girl whose shirt was soaked through, but in the front, grabbing her wrist this time to pull Y/N away.

“I said to let me go!” She shouted, her eyes stinging from the makeup that had seeped into them from her crying and the people in the kitchen area all went quiet at the commotion she had made.

“What the hell is your problem? I’m only trying to help you, Y/N. Clearly, you can’t handle your liquor.”

“Fuck the liquor, I can’t handle you!” She cried.

Meanwhile, Harry glanced around the room, Y/N was taking a while… maybe she got lost? He checked his phone and there was no message. He did worry because she was definitely buzzed, having had four cocktails… people were horrible and ruthless, despite his efforts to think and believe otherwise, so he took off to find her, just as he passed the kitchen he backtracked when he saw her sobbing, Michael Henderson, from the swim team was shouting at her, pulling at her wrist and he swept in quickly.

“What the fuck man? Let her go!” Harry demanded as he broke through the crowd, he glanced to Harry quickly and Y/N again before doing a double-take when he realized that it was Harry. His eyes widened and he scoffed.

“So you are whoring around with Styles?” She looked hurt and tired and completely worn.

“Say one more fucking thing and I will break your fucking nose, Henderson.” Harry warned, the guy scoffed and let her go.

“Don’t want her anyway, she isn’t worth shit.” He mumbled cockily before heading off, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s hard, and it really took everything in him not to drag his ass onto the ground. He already had issues with Henderson… he was a full blown asshole… he was a ruthless, two-timing prick, and he did his best to steer away from him and even tried hard not to have him come to their events because he always brought along trouble as his most trustworthy companion.

There were a few people still lingering as he walked up to her, lip quivering and she was blinking back tears, trying not to cry anymore in front of everyone and he just ushered her along, out the door and to his car that was parked right across the street. When he let her in she let out the first sob and he reached for her hand over the console, waiting to get anything out of her.

“Y/N… you don’t have to- just let me get you home, okay? Put your address in for me.” He said softly handing her his phone that he opened on the maps application and and she typed it in quickly and he took off. The drive was awkward and quiet and rather fast, he was pulling up to her complex, putting the car in park. He was about to say something when she spoke up.

“I’m really sorry for ruining the party, I didn’t mean to- I just… sorry.” She whispered once more, her eyes leaving his and reaching for the door and stepping out quickly. His heart ached for her, this was in no way her fault. He watched as she approached the gate and shuffled through her bag for the key and just as she pressed it open he shut off the engine and hopped out, running after her, slipping through the gate just in time and reaching for her shoulder, causing her to turn around. He couldn’t see her like this… it wasn’t right, so he just pulled her into a hug, her arms pressing against his chest as he shielded her from the physical world.

“Y’don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want, Y/N. But please, don’t apologize for that prick’s behavior.” He said and she sighed shakily.

“That prick… he’s my ex.” She said into his chest and Harry’s heart sunk a bit at that.

“Well, good thing he’s out of your life, don’t need him.” He assured her, “Now, let’s get you inside, yeah? S’getting cold.” He said and she nodded, guiding him along, they climbed a flight of stairs and soon she was keying her way inside and he followed right along, shutting the door softly behind them, making sure to lock up.

Y/N proceeded to slip off her shoes, so he did the same, all while looking around the space. She had a few posters of some paintings hung up in the walls of the small living room, her couch looked comfy and inviting, there was a big TV, a coffee table, a big rug, he could totally see how this was her space. Not to mention is smelled incredible, a mixture of some refreshing floral scent and her gave the place it’s final touches.

“I really like your place.” He said as he helped her steady herself as she kicked off her boot.

“Thanks.” She sniffled, “And thanks for bringing me home.” She said softly. “I umm… do you want some tea or coffee or something? Are you hungry?” She rambled and he smiled.

“Umm.. I am a little hungry, but don’t go out of your way, Y/N. This night has been eventful enough for you.” He said and she shook her head.

“No, s’no bother! I have some left over chicken and rice from my lunch, I can warm it up for you.” She invited and he smiled.

“Only if you really want to.” He said and she offered him a smile despite her swollen, glossy eyes.

“I really really want to.” She said and he chuckled before following her towards her little kitchen. She leaned into the fridge pulling out two containers and sticking one in the microwave. “If you don’t mind, M’gonna change, m’all sticky from that drink spilling on me.”

“Oh, you go ahead, I can warm up the rest, did you want some?” He asked and she nodded before hurrying off to her room. She actually opted for a quick body shower, because that sticky feeling would not go away any other way, and she emerged five minutes later in some leggings and a hoody.

“Sorry, had to wash off the sticky feeling.” She said walking in and he smiled.

“Oh don’t worry about it, figured. I grabbed the bowls from the sink to put the food in.” He said and she smiled.

“Thanks, really Harry. I am sorry that you’re missing the homecoming party.”

“I’ve been to plenty of  them, s’alright.” He said handing her a bowl of rice and chicken, “This smells incredible, by the way.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “If you’d like I can put on a movie or a show?”

“Sounds great!” He said enthusiastically and followed her to the small living room where they got comfy. They ended up watching Hercules, after they finished eating Harry glanced over to her. Y/N’s eyes were still bloodshot and swollen, the tip of her nose a bit red and he bit his lip. “Ummm… if you don’t mind me asking,” he started, “What happened?”

“Tonight or with Mike?” She asked looking over to him and he shrugged, he wanted to know about both. “Well… ummm I went to the bathroom and when I stepped out some girl slammed me in the wall? Joey? Or Josie?” Harry’s eyes widened, “Oh, so you do know her?” She asked and Harry nodded,  “Well she said that you were her boyfriend or something and that she didn’t like me being attached to you or something… so I guess Mike saw and stepped in and he was pulling me away to take me home, but seeing him was still a little too much. I mean, I knew the chances of seeing him would increase, but I really didn’t think I would see him.” She explained, “And yeah…”

“How long did you date him?” Harry asked and Y/N huffed.

“Too long!” She sighed before forcing a smile, “Since senior year in high school, we broke up last spring.”

“Oh… still a little fresh.” He said softly and she shrugged, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not… he was a cheating jerk-asshole man…” she said frowning and then sputtered on a laugh at her strange insult, causing Harry to laugh as well. After they calmed down she sighed, “Either way, I’m free as a bird. I have my own life and I’m stronger than you know.” She hummed, smiling a bit and Harry grinned wide.

“I love that song… I love her music…”

“Really?!” Y/N glanced over at him in surprise, a smile taking over her face.

“Yeah! Stevie Nicks is my guilty pleasure… the other guys make fun of me for it, but who cares.” He said looking down at his mismatched socks.

“Yeah, who cares! She’s a living legend! Hold on!” She said hurrying off to her room and she came back with a little box and she sat down. “Don’t shit yourself… but in this box I have two ticket stubs signed by Stevie Nicks herself.” She said and his eyes went wide. “I went to a Fleetwood show with my parents and apparently they are friends with the guy who does their lighting or something so he got us backstage and she was the nicest person ever, I hugged her and I swear that I absorbed some of her power.” She chuckled and he smiled wide. “Either way, I asked her to sign two of them, I said one was for a friend, but it really was in case I lost one, but I would love you to have it.” She said reaching into the box and extending it to him easily.

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly!” He said pulling his hands back.

“Harry please, I insist! You’re literally the only person I know who would value this just as much as I do, plus you’re like the closest thing I have to a friend here, and you’ve been so wonderful to me from day one and I would love for you to have it.” She said and he looked between her and the cursive writing that read ‘Love Stevie Nicks’ and that heart she usually doodled on things. “Besides, it’s not like I won’t have one. They can be like a friendship charm or something.” She said smiling as he finally took it and looked at it with awe.

“I owe you Kind bars for the rest of our lives, okay?” He said eyeing over her writing with a smile.

“I can accept those terms.” She said smiling and he chuckled.

“I’m really glad I met you, you’re a cool girl, Y/N.”

“And you’re a cool and very unconventional frat boy, much to my amusement.” She responded.

“I think we should hang out more outside of the library, my friends like you. And I like you too.” He said and she grinned.

“I would love that! I don’t have many friends… Mike took most of the friends I had made. Well, they were his first so… yeah. I would love that, I can have you guys over for dinner sometime soon?”

“Yeah, Niall is a total foodie, he’d be thrilled.” He smiled.

“Excellent, I was actually making a pie just before I left because I was anxious about tonight. I didn’t get to finish.” She said and his eyes grew wide.

“Well… I actually used to work in a bakery.” He said and she grinned.

“Do you want to help me make the pie?”

“I’d love to.”

#1D-sexualdesires #harry #harry styles #one direction #one direction mini series

[1d-sexualdesires]

Part 1

Based off of: You can't ask me to do that - - - Y/N is a simple girl. She's pretty and a bit shy and definitely limited in her social interactions. But when she's with her friends she's a totally different person. She's opinionated and confident, and even a little too sarcastic' it's quite amusing actually, especially to Harry who is quick with humor and is wittier than 80% of the population. He tries his best to hold back a laugh as Y/N holds eye contact with Niall, trying to convince him that today is actually Thursday not Wednesday, and he's growing more convinced as her eye contact with him doesn't waver. "Is it really Thursday?" He asked and Y/N nodded fervently. "Yes!" "Fuck, alright I'll see you guys later!" He called as he ran off and the remaining two turned to each other giggling. "You're quite mean, you know?" Harry chuckled and she shrugged. "He ate all my powdered donuts and did not replace them, so payback." She elaborated and Harry agreed at her personal justification. There was just something about her that mesmerized him completely, he was under her spell and he really believes that she has no idea. Well, it's not like he goes out of his way for her to figure that out, he lets his feelings linger behind them all the time, a few of their friends know, but they never push him to do anything about it because he'd rather have her as a friend than entertain his affection for her and then have it not work out. He doesn't think he can handle not having her around and it really bothers him; she's just a bloody girl. *** "You're both dicks." Niall says walking straight past them as he arrives to their friend, Sophie's flat. Y/N sniggers at his irritation and shrugs it off, there's no way he'll stay mad at her for long, no one can and Harry understands why when she turns to him, an amused smile curving her lips upward and her eyes crinkling as the smile morphs into a small fit of laughter. He wishes he could just lean in and kiss her. He's genuinely curious about the taste of her lips and how his would feel pressed to her own. He wants to know if she's the type to go for the hair at the nape of his neck straightaway, or if she'll take her time and hold right beneath his jaw, or maybe she'll slither her hands down his arms and intertwine their fingers in a hold that he thinks he'd never allow her to escape from, because if she does hold his hand he would never be able to erase the feeling of her fingers fitting nicely between the gaps of his own. "Hey." He flits out of his daydream and sees her right in his face, "food's ready." She says and he nods, following her into the kitchen where there's a small spread for them to choose from. In a short while the rest of their friends have joined them and they're all sitting on the sofas chatting and enjoying their food and shouting because Taboo is a very interactive and intense game. After about an hour they're all helping load the dishes in the washer and getting ready to go and Harry smiles as he sees Y/N talking to Niall. "Mate, go for it." Louis says, patting his shoulder gently. "What if she doesn't like me?" He asks honestly, this is a huge concern he has. "You've got nothing to lose, do you?" Louis inquires Harry sighs, he wishes it were that simple. "Just try, you don't know how she's feeling, maybe it a similar feeling." And Harry tries to shut that out of his mind, he doesn't want to entertain the idea that maybe she likes him, he doesn't want to torture himself that way. "Okay." Is all he says before walking off to grab more dishes. Once they're done and saying their goodbyes to Soph, Harry walks over to Y/N and she smiles up at him. "Do you need a ride?" He asks her and she smiles. "That would be lovely, thanks H." She says and he smiles, they're calling out their goodbyes as they walk out the flat. "Thanks again, this is really sweet of you." She says, letting her hand rest over his for just a moment. "Anytime, Y/N. You know that." He assures her and she nods. "So you apologized to Niall?" He asked and she rolls her eyes playfully. "Well yeah... and I also made him promise to never mess with my pastries again, because I obviously am very sensitive about them." She explained and he chuckled. "You know what I was thinking, Haz? We should make our taboo team a competing team, we would knock everyone out of the water." She exclaimed. "You really think so?" He inquired and she nodded. "That's why I'm always on your team, Haz... you're good with words." She admitted and he laughed. "You're something else..." he chuckled. So eventually she was home and they talked for a few more minutes before she headed into her flat. *** "So....." Sophie stated leaning on Y/N's counter. "So what?" She asked and Sophie rolled her eyes. "Harry! He totally likes you." She said and Y/N tried her best to hide her smile. "Oh my god, stop. We're just friends..." she said looking back down at her laptop, avoiding eye contact. "Oh my god, and you like him too!" Sophie squealed and Y/N's eyes few wide with shock. "Why can't anyone be discrete!" She whined covering her face with her hands. "So you do..." she smirked and Y/N sighed. "We're friends..." "Are you scared or something? Harry's nothing to be afraid of, girl." "Yes he is. He's... experienced... and me? Not so much... you that, Soph." "He would never judge you about that, Y/N! C'mon, you know him better than that." "I guess, but I just- let's just finish this, yeah?" She diverted and Soph nodded. - - - The weekend had gone terribly. Soph and a few other girls convinced Y/N of going to some party and well she did meet this guy who was sweet and good looking but she was a little too drunk trying to wash away worries about her crush on Harry and this guy was a little too persistent and after her putting off his advances he figured it out... she was s virgin. She recalls him laughing so hard he fell off his seat and she's sure he hurt himself badly, but her feelings were even more hurt and she called Niall and she sobbed without an explanation the whole way he drove her home and swore to her that he wouldn't ever tell anyone about this ride. So she was still in bed at noon on a Saturday and she was not going to guilt trip herself about it. She needed a little quiet and comfort. She did feel better when Soph texted her asking if she was alright and also when Niall gave her a call. That gave her enough energy to get into the shower and do some cooking and homework. When Sunday rolled around she realized that she had eaten something expired and was sick for most of the morning. Then she realized she turned in the wrong assignment online and that the rough draft was so bad she would surely get an F. She emailed her teacher and never got a response... there was so much stress in one weekend that she was anxious for school to start and for her afternoon to evening shifts at a book store and she was just ready for it to end. But then things only got worse. She was just casually walking from class to class with Soph and Harry, making some plans when she saw an all too familiar face and he became beet red before he burst into laughter once more. She felt anguished to even see him again and in a matter of seconds half the quad was chanting 'virgin' and without any idea on how to deal with it she just printed off into the women's rest room and locked the door. She was choking on her tears and her body was shaking and she wanted to scream because that's no one's business. She jumped when she heard multiple bangs on the door and Soph and Harry calling her name. It was consistent for about fifteen minutes, but then it stopped... she pressed her ear to the door and heard Soph Amy through the door. "Babe, I've got a test I need to go." She was relieved when she heard her walking off. Harry had probably gone before that and after another ten minutes of silence she washed her face and unlocked the door. She pulled it open with all her mustered up strength and jumped a bit when she saw Harry pushing himself off the ground from beside the door. "Hey." He said softly and she sighed, looking up into his eyes. "Hi." She whispered. "Lets get you home." He said, pulling her to his side and guiding her to the car lot. - - - "Do you want food? Tea? Water?" Y/N asked as she let Harry and herself into the small school apartment. "Y/N, maybe you should just relax for a bit. Just tell me where the tea is and I'll get something going." He implored and she nodded, plopping down onto the couch. Just calling out some direction when Harry wasn't too sure about something. During these few moments Y/N was deep in thought about her situation. She felt embarrassed about something she was always quite proud of. She felt judged as like a prude and she hated feeling that, it was just that she was simply not ready for that. It's not like she had never dated or kissed someone... she just didn't feel prepared. She had had two relationships before these past few years of being single and she was always relatively shy about these things. It wasn't her thing... with the first guy she dated he was much too self absorbed to care about her once that part of t heir relationship began so she ended it. Then the last one cheated on her because "she wasn't giving him what he needed as a man". She didn't want to be shy about these things, but bad experiences lead her to just avoid anything sex related altogether. Everyone was always something great thing and she had never experienced that... maybe it was time she sought after a great experience. "Okay, here's the tea." Harry suddenly made himself present and she stood to grab the tea cups to relieve him from the thirty things he had in his hands. He set down the tray with the tea, cream and sugar, then a packet of biscuits, then some spoons and napkins and she smiled up at him before he took his seat beside her. "Thanks so much, Harry. Really... I feel like you and Niall are always helping me out of messes." She half-chuckled, it was a bit bitter though. "You guys are the best people... I feel like there's nothing you lot wouldn't do for me and I just want to say that I feel the same way. I'd donate a kidney for you, swear it." She said and he wanted to kiss her right then because she was so sweet and caring. "Are you alright though?" Harry inquired as he poured tea into the cups and she nodded. "Are you sure? If you want to...talk about it you can." He said and she sighed, putting her tea cup down, where he proceeded to take a sip. "I just... I've never been embarrassed about being a-" she hesitated for a moment, "virgin." She mumbled. She occupied her hands with fringe of one of the pillows in her lap. "I was always proud that I hadn't given in... it's not that I never wanted to, I just didn't feel like I was ready and now I just feel... inadequate and inexperienced." She confided and he nodded in understanding. "Well Y/N, you don't need to have sex with people to be experienced" he informed, making air quotations around the e-word. She sighed in defeat, not really sure if she wanted to discuss the past with him, but for once she wanted someone to understand her and why she chose to be this way. "It's not like I was- or am a total prude... like I've seen a cock... I just... don't feel comfortable because of a previous relationship is all." She whispered. "Y/N, did someone hurt you?" He asked with concern and she shook her head. "No, no, s'nothing like that... I guess I don't really have anything to complain about then, do I?" She snorted and he shook his head. "Problems are problems... maybe they're small for me, but big for you, and vice versa and that's how it is. There's no comparison, we all have different levels of tolerance to the things we face, don't undermine yours to another persons." He enunciated. "So continue." "Well it was a long time ago, I was like 16. I was dating this guy and he was a really great guy... after around a year of just kissing he wanted more and I did too and I was scared... but he said we could start small. So he showed me how to get him off properly, but after that one time it was always about that, always about him, and I just felt so used. Everything changed from then on, he was always trying to persuade me and and so we broke up when I didn't want to go further and that was that. That was the one thing that did it for me, it's when I decided that I didn't want that feeling of obligation. Everyone says it's s beautiful wonderful thing, but I've never felt that, y'know?" She confessed. Well this was terrible because these aspects of life are some of the most amazing in his opinion and it really does allow you and your partner to build a certain level of trust. Or at lest this is what Harry believes. She's breathing a bit hard, probably shocked that she even expressed these things, and he lifts his tea cup to take another sip. He loves earl grey... the tantalizing taste has him ready for more and he takes another sip before Y/N speaks up. "Help me." She says softly and Harry glances to her. "With what?" He asks, going in for another sip. "Gain experience." She appealed and he sputtered out his tea and coughed loudly, eyes wide as the tea traveled down places it shouldn't be and when he caught his breath he looked st her like she had completely lost every bit of common sense. "You're barking mad, Y/N. You don't need experience because some cock doesn't understand the value of virginity." He contended. "Haven't you heard anything I've said? I want to enjoy these things because they are important... but I just- I trust you, Haz, so help me." She asked once more and well... he wants to say yes n\because he likes her... but he doesn't want to just use her. "Y/N, you can't ask me to do that." He practically whined. It was as if she was asking him to murder his family or something that horrible. He would surely fall for her if he went through with this, and clearly she sees him as someone who she relies on, not someone who has piqued her interest far more than any other person. He would fall for her and she would go on with her life. "At least think about it, Haz. Please?" He sighed, remaining quiet for some time, finishing his tea and then glancing up at her. "I'll do it. But, we need to establish some boundaries." "Yes, yes whatever you think is good. I'm just tired of feeling like the crazy unreasonable person because of a bad experience. I've let my fear of failure and rejection just take over this part of me and I'm sick of it." "Alright, well I'll bring by a list of stuff tomorrow and we can go over it." He said and she nodded before throwing her arms around him. "Thanks Harry. I swear to you, you mean so much to me and I'm not just using you. I asked you because I trust you the most." She confessed and he nodded, rearing her back and offering a smile, "And it doesn't hurt that you're kinda' cute." She said towards the end, finally showing a part of her true self and he let his smile mold into a smirk. "Kinda'?" He grinned and she blushed. "Y'know what I mean." - - - Y/N knocked on Harry's flat door, waiting patiently for him to open it up, Finally he opened it up and let her in. To say she was nervous was definitely an understatement. She had never felt such a strong urge to throw up. They weren't going to do anything but go over a few guidelines in order to not cross boundaries and such. Y/N followed Harry down the hall and giggled and he turned quickly. "What?" He asked smiling. "I just love hoe you can tell which room is Louis." She explained and he chuckled. "So who's your favorite roomie? In or Lou? I promise I won't tell." She said as they walked to the last door. "Honestly, I hate them both. Louis never cleans and he stinks the house up with weed and Niall eats all my food- note that this is after he says I eat gross healthy stuff- and borrows my clothes, then shrinks them when he washes them. So I guess if I had to choose one... I would rather live alone." He said and they both laughed as they made it into his bedroom. It was definitely bigger than the other two, had its own bathroom and all, it looked so tidy and aesthetically pleasing. "Lucky for them they're such great friends.... otherwise I would've evicted them after the first month." He finished as they both sat on the edge of the bed. Now she felt even more nervous; a silence had taken over and he pulled a folded paper from his back pocket. "So... I thought a few things up, you tell me if they're okay, or need revision." He said sand she nodded, getting ready to listen. "One. Went don't tell anyone, I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about this, you know? Two. Full disclosure is a requirement if we are gonna do this. If you're nervous, scared, unsure, not ready for something, you need to tell me. I don't want to hurt you, Y/N." she really liked that one, "Three. If there's anything you're curious about or want to...try? Or dabble in just tell me, don't take me by surprise, if it's something I'm not familiar with I'd like to educate myself on the matter, you know?" Her nod was the response he was looking for before he continued. "Four is quite basic... these things might occur on the random or we might plan a time or something. If you're looking to feel good it's better that we dedicate some time to it though. Five... uhhh okay this is more for my benefit, you can't moan things like "fuck me, Harry" or summat that'll just do things to me. You're the one who is supposed to be feeling her way through this, not me. And when I hear something like that I might get a bit carried away and again, I don't want to push you or hurt you. And last, we're not going to have sex. I thought about this for a while and I think that you should be s virgin for as long as you want. I just want to help you see that physical parts of relationships can be great, but you should save that for someone you're in love with, you know?" Despite the slight hurt in his chest upon saying that, he needed to. That wasn't something for him to take from her, especially not in this situation. "Does this sound good?" He inquired and she nodded. "Yeah, perfect." She said and he smiled, he was a bit taken when her arms wrapped around his neck. "Thanks, H. I mean obviously I'm super nervous about this... but I did want to throw one more thing in." She said pulling away from him a bit. "What's that?" He asked, eyes not leaving hers. "I demand some cuddles. Niall told me you're a great snuggle and I believe him." Harry chuckled and nodded. "Fine, we can add the cuddling." He said rolling his eyes/ "Don't act like you're not excited about it." She interjected and he smiled. Maybe this would work out in his favor... he was a pretty damn good cuddle.

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