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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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Precious

summary In which Y/n is busy and isn’t able to tend and take care of a small sensitive Harry.

content warnings [18+], smallspace, mommy kink, bit of angst, harry feels a bit ignored, nipple sucking, dirty talk

word count 3,184 words

authors note this is all over the place. draft just to post. slightly proof read.

Erasing lyrics, replacing them with other words, changing them to the original, erasing again— It was an endless pattern.

Cursing to himself as his mind has gone blank for the fourth time. So many thoughts filled his brain. So many ideas! But he just couldn’t plan it out on paper.

Today was not Harry’s day. The love of his life was not in bed when he woke up this morning nor the previous. Y/n had been busy, understandable. Too busy to tend to Harry and notice how down he’s been this week. It bought him to tears when he’d wake up to an empty bedside. All the stress of having writers block, Y/n ignoring him.

Was it ignoring or was she just doing her job? Y/n had a job. Just like Harry, she worked her ass off. But she never worked this much— especially when Harry needed her most? He immediately went to the thought that she was definitely mad at him. But really Y/n went into the office with loads of papers on her desk, times two each day she walked in. It killed her going home with files and files to handle than give Harry the attention he needed. She was so focused on getting her work done to realize Harry was in need of her comfort and guidance.

When Harry entered the house, he expected instant comfort. He expected Y/n to notice he was upset. The grown set on his face. He didn’t want to have to tell her what he needed. What he wanted. What did he want? He wanted that fuzzy feeling inside. He wanted to turn his brain off and only see her. Her comforting and taking care of him. He’s been grumpy since he stepped foot in the house. He wanted her to put him in a trance. So that he felt nothing but the pleasure she provided.

“Hi baby,” Y/n’s voice chirps. For the first time this week, she isn’t working on her laptop and ordering takeout. The smell of a fresh cooked meal fills Harry’s nostrils as he walks closer and closer to the kitchen. “Hi,” He said, faking a smile and kissing her cheek. “Would you like for me to make you a plate?” Harry looked back at Y/n giving her a soft nod and a ‘thank you’ before heading up the stairs into the bedroom to put his stuff down. Y/n furrowed her brows at the sudden odd behavior but brushed it off as he came down the stairs looking as if he never came in with an attitude.

Harry ate dinner slowly. Looking up at Y/n between bites, wanting to bring up how he’s been feeling for days. He didn’t feel like a burden, no. But he also didn’t want to be in denial of being one. She wasn’t working at that moment, but that doesn’t mean that after dinner she’s not going to go up and began typing on the laptop again.

But slowly, Y/n began to notice Harry’s change of demeanor. Slow bites, awkward stares. What was going on?

And then he said, “I’m going to bed.” Muttering the four words bringing his barely touched plate to the kitchen counter. A sudden pain hit Y/n’s chest as her mouth fell slightly agape. “I—But baby you hardly ate,” She pointed out, standing up and following his footsteps to the bottom of the staircase.

“I’m full,” He lied straight through his teeth, patting his stomach. “I’m also really tired, love,” He lied again, and the fact she wasn’t fully catching on was killing him more. Tears burned his eyes as he turned his head away from her, blinking the tears away. He swears he wishes he had the pride to speak up about how he felt.

Harry walks up the stairs and curses to himself when he hears Y/n following.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Her voice is soft as she closes the bedroom door behind her. “You’ve been down ever since you stepped foot in the house,” She spoke noticeably. She noticed. They why didn’t she immediately tend to care? Why is she now asking what’s wrong? Then why wasn’t it clicking to her? The more she asked the more upset he got. He was embarrassed.

“Nothing.”

“Harry… It’s not nothing,” She told him. “Obviously something is bothering you,” She pointed out, sitting next to him on the bed. Her heart was beating faster the slower he started to unravel his feelings.

“It is nothing,” He spoke, voice a little louder and raising his head so his eyes were looking at hers. Not very convincing. If anything the eye contact made the lie more clear.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I just want to make you feel better.”

He took a deep breath before saying, “It’s just— Today has been so hard— This week!” He expressed truthfully. “My head hurts!— I don’t know—It hurts. I have so many ideas but they won’t come out and then I feel like you’ve been ignoring me all week— I don’t know if I did something to make you upset— I…” He trailed off as she cut him off.

“Ignoring you?” She questioned, appalled by the sudden false accusation. “Baby why would I ignore you?” She was clearly confused and shocked by his words. Her brows frowned and mouth slightly agape. “You did nothing wrong, lovie,” She promised as she wiped the single tear that fell from his eye.

“I don’t know. You leave for work at like 6 am every morning and you don’t even work on Friday’s and Saturday’s! You don’t even let me know! A-and you don’t even kiss me goodbye! All you do you leave a note,” He said sadly. “It’s like—I just thought you took more hours because you were upset with me."

Y/n gasped softly as guilt immediately filled her harmless soul.“Oh my— baby! I would never do that. I have only been working early’s and extra days because I walk into the office there are hundreds of papers for me to file and appointments I need to handle. I’m so sorry I've just been really stressed lately. I just wanted to catch up on my work. I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent. “You know I would never do that to you, right?” She questioned expecting a response only to get a soft head nod.

“I just need you a lot right now,” Her told her honestly. His voice was low and soft, looking down at his hands. “I just want you,” He muttered.

“I’m right here, baby,” Putting her hands over his fidgeting ones.

“I just— No—I want you to take care of me like you used to,” The words are low and quiet like he nervous someone else was listening.

Used to. Last time they have been intimate was a week ago. Back when Harry needed to let go and take a moment with his brain turned off. Harry craved attention, her attention. And if she was being fair, she hadn’t been giving him her full divided attention. She had stacks of papers from the office she decides to bring home and spend late nights on. While Harry’s at the studio she works as well, but Harry wishes when he’s come home it’ll be nothing but open arms.

It soon hit her whys he’s been so moody and down. He’s stressed. Y/n can put two and two together and come to the conclusion he’s under an intense amount of pressure. As he always is, it was hard. When feeling something similar to this Y/n would always kiss his problems away and his mind would drift away. He’ll float away, and all he needed was to be comforted and his brain turned off. She realized he was embarrassed and didn’t want to say the words, he just wanted the moment to happen. Like usual when he needed to fall into subspace and let go it would be in the moment and she would immediately reconcile. But this time since she was too busy to notice his needs it passed right by her. She noticed immediately and began to send him into a fuzzy phase of pleasure.

She realized he was hurt about how much she’s been gone. She realized she wasn’t there when he’d wake up, like she used to. She’s always leaving a note notifying him that she’s left to catch early hours, sending him a complete distant mood. No goodbye kiss, that he’d know of, just a note that leaves him wondering why he’s waiting hours to get your affection.

Fifty percent of the time— he thought he was being reasonable, that he deserved to feel a bit neglected. Then the other fifty percent— he feels he’s being too needy. That she’s also stressing over work. But Y/n officially sees how he feels. She knows that she would never put work above him, but she had to have that done. She could tell how stress took over his system, terribly. He just needed to let go. He needed her. He needed her to turn his brain off, and only focus on her.

The stress was eating him alive and she could see that. How did she not notice until tonight?

“Oh baby,” She immediately cradled his face in her hands. He looked down but the warmth of her soft hands made his breath hitch. “I’m so sorry. I know this is no excuse but I just had loads of work to do. I just wanted to get caught up— I’m so sorry,” She swears she will never want Harry to feel this way. She’s his comfort person, and so is he to her. But how can she not be there for him when she needed him when he’s always there for her? Guilt pains her as she clears her throat caressing the stubble around his jaw.

With her eyes peeking down at his fingers that fidgeted and his feet that were crossed, she asked, “You feeling a little small right now, mmh?”

Those are the words that make his eyes gleam. He shoots his head up at the woman before him and watches her lips move with the words, “You want Mommy to take care of you? Lemme make up for making you feel so sad.”

His brows raised, eyes go doe and his cheek bones soften. He’s quick to raise his head, eyes meeting hers. Y/n sees the glossiness in his eyes and her heart breaks.

He nods stiffly, moving his fingers so that they tangle with hers. “Yes p-please,” He whispers softly.

The broken please breaks her heart. Her sweet boy. So polite, so sweet.

“Of course my sweet boy. Come. Take those pants off for me.”

Y/n maneuvers herself so that’s she’s against the large bed frame. Patient, she was as she awaits Harry’s pressure. Harry obliges, sliding his pants off, leaving himself in his red boxer briefs. He crawls over to her on all fours, throwing one leg over her thighs and sitting down on her thighs. His legs were on either side of her thighs, knees bent and bum resting on her.

“That’s right, baby,” She whispered quietly, softly. The voice sending shivers down his spine, along with the soft finger tips trailing up his thigh.Y/n calls his name softly getting his attention and pulling him into a soft kiss. Bringing her hand up his thigh, caressing where his tattooed was printed. Butterflies began to flutter in his guts again as her fingertips danced on his skin. Moaning against her lips, allowing her to go into his inner thigh. Using her tongue to pry his lips apart and sneak it’s way into his mouth, Y/n explored Harry’s mouth before she disconnected from the kiss, the smush sound of the lips disconnecting and the spit between filled the walls.

A breathless Harry watched as Y/n brought her face closer to his. Diving down into his neck and hungrily placing his skin between her teeth, muttering the words, “Relax, baby,” softly. Realizing his thigh muscles still tense, he relaxed his tense bones and let her suck feverishly.

The pleasure was surreal, his eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips up against hers. Her tongue is hot against his skin, fingertips still dancing and tracing the detailed tiger. Inhaling sharply and moaning while his jaw fell slack, Harry’s breath was hitching. Unable to be steady as he was getting pleasure but just little sticky kisses on his peppered skin. “So fucking pretty. Pretty boy,” She slurred her words against his skin. The praise sending him into a mental orbit of clouds.

While her other hand was caressing his thigh the other was sneaking up his shirt. Rubbing over his ribs, up to his nipples, skimming past with a little pinch. A sharp inhale comes from Harry as his toes curl to the sudden sensation. She’s quick to bring her fingers to the hem of his shirt, hooking them over the fabric and pulling the shirt over his head.

“Pretty?” He asked, the question for reassurance and the hear the words come out of her mouth again. “Yeah,” She backed away from the dark bruise she created on his neck looking into his lust filled green eyes. “So pretty,” She said again.

He wasn’t completely above the clouds as yet but he was getting there. Just a few kisses and praises and he was in stage one.

Tapping his bum lightly, “Can you lay down on your back for me.” She asked kindly of him. Harry moves off and lays down on his back. Y/n’s quick to crawl above him, straddling his body, placing her lips to the opposite side of his neck from before. Her kisses soft and passionate, leaving light red spots on his skin. “P-please,” He choked out, placing his hands on her hips as her bottom laid up on his growing, painful erection.

Licking around his nipple, teasing the sensitive bud as she also continued to grind against his clothed cock. She received a couple of swarms below, Harry’s eyes flutter shut as his cock twitches in his briefs. Y/n giggled at the twitch of his cock against her clothed cunt as she sucked his nipple. His breathing labored. “F-fuck,” Harry hissed out. The familiar feeling of his brain fuzzing up came into play. The more gentle she was, the more he fell into his space. He needed this. All his stress was magically lifting off his brain. His only focus was her and the pleasure he was receiving from her.

Straddling his broad thighs as she disconnected from his nipple, spit dripping on her chin as she smiled. Rubbing her hand over his butterfly as she began suck hungrily on his other nipple. Toying with the other with her finger tips Harry moaned out a curse word along with a small cry.

His nipples are hard as she attended to them. Her hand slides into the waistband of his briefs. Absurdly grabbing his cock in her hand. Looking up at him through her lashes, Y/n gave his nipple one last lick with the pad of her tongue before kissing her waist down to his v-line.

“Mommy, please.”

“I know baby I know. I’m right here. Gon’ make you feel so good. But let mommy have her way right now,” Those words made him whimper. “Just wanna feel you. In my mouth… my cunt,” Her voice seductive and intoxicating. He swarmed again, the thought of her cunt squeezing his cock as he slid and out of her so easily with her slick made him impatient.

Jerking his cock in her hand as she slowly got closer to it. Harry looked down as he noticed the bruises he left around his nipples.

Y/n pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out to meet her. Slapping against his skin and going straight up, his cock had precum dripping down to its base.

“Mmh,” She smiled coyly at him. “‘Mve missed your cock so much,” She slurs at him. “So big,” She tells him, licking up his length. Looking up at him devilishly as she gave his cock a little squeeze in her palm.

“O-oh my god,” He speaks in shuddered breaths, mouth ajar, going dry as he watches her. Wrapping her lips around his cock, taking just a bit past his tip in, Y/n earns an absurd groan that crawled up Harry’s throat and out of his mouth along with a broken sob. “Oh my-bloody fuck!” Her mouth was made to be a hole for him. It was warm around him, her lips rolled on his cock as it laid heavy on her tongue. Kitty licking the tip and all of his salty precum found it’s way into her mouth. Licking over his slit, making sure she pressed down so he could feel the pressure on his sensitive. Taking Harry in, sliding down his thick cock, breathing through her nose, Y/n swallowed her pride and the need to gag as she slid him down farther.

“Sweet god!” He growls, fingers crawling in her hair, gripping tightly. “Mommy so good! Harder, harder,” He cries prettily, Y/n sucks harder the dent prominent in her cheeks. He’s grown sensitive the past couple of minutes, a hot tear slides down his cheek as she goes up and down on his cock.

Pulling off his cock, a breathless Y/n says, “Don’t want you to cum just as yet baby. Want you to fuck mommy’s cunt first, okay?”

He nods eagerly, “I wanna cum in Mommy’s cunt,” He told her. He finished his words with a small please making Y/n fall soft against his thigh in admiration. Pecking his hairy thigh, she says, “And I’m gonna let you, my precious boy,” The pet name, the kiss, it all makes Harry hiss to the painful twitch in his cock.

His cock, his cock that has her spit lingering around its base, falling down his thighs.

Harry sits up, never wanting to miss the view of Y/n stripping. He’s watching as she removed her bottoms. Sliding her pants down revealing her thighs that made him sudder. Harry whined as he grew needy. Taking off her underwear, hooking under her feet, Y/n could feel Harry’s enlarged eyes staring into her bare skin.

Once she’s done, Harry begins crawling back as Y/n crawls between his thighs. Grabbing his ankles and raising his legs. “Mmh you got my cunt so wet. Gon’ be so easy just to slip, hmm?” Y/n bit her lip as she watched Harry scrunch his face up when her soft hands met his balls. Your hand slid up and down his base, from his tip to his balls.

“I want your pussy mommy, please. Want you around me again.”

Y/n spreads Harry’s legs and he grabbed his own ankles so his legs wouldn’t fall as Y/n slid her way up, lining her hole up with his tip immediately feeling the head.

She wasted no time sliding down on his cock, her eyes flutter shut as Harry spreads her open. They simultaneously moan in pleasure together. Y/n’s pussy immediately clenches around Harry.

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thelionhkinggqueen · 6 months

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ijustmissyouraccenths · 4 days

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Too Sweet

CW: Smut

Word Count: 3,887

Nights like these were what Charlotte lived for. She reveled in the excitement of going out with friends, hitting up bars and clubs, and indulging in the thrill of hooking up with strangers. It wasn't something she actively sought out, but once she was in the midst of it all, she couldn't resist. The pulsating energy of the alcohol coursing through her veins, mixed with the throbbing beats of the music, sent her senses into a frenzy. It was a wild and intoxicating experience that she couldn't get enough of.

As she weaved her way through the throng of people, her body brushed against others and she felt the warmth of their skin. The smell of sweat and alcohol mixed in the air, creating a heady atmosphere. But she didn't mind - in fact, she relished the closeness and connection with strangers that this crowded space provided. Finally reaching the bar, she scanned the crowd for her friends but they were nowhere to be seen. Just moments ago, she had caught glimpses of their familiar faces among the sea of strangers, but now they seemed to have vanished into thin air.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Charlotte pulled out her phone and unlocked it, tapping furiously at the screen to open the Girly Girl Group chat. The small group of her closest friends had created the chat to keep their conversations contained and private. "Hey," she quickly typed out, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of her thoughts. "Where did you all go? I can't find you anywhere." After what felt like an eternity, her hand buzzed in response, signaling a new message from one of her friends. "Em got sick," it read, "we're taking her home. We totally forgot to find you before we left." Charlotte let out a sigh of frustration as she read the message, wishing she had been there to help take care of her friend.

The bar was unusually quiet and Charlotte easily made her way through the sparse crowd to the counter. Despite the emptiness, a few seats were still available, including two to her left. She fervently hoped that no one would choose to sit next to her; she longed for a night of solitude after being unable to let loose with her friends. The air in the bar was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mingled with the faint aroma of cologne and perfume. Dim lights cast a warm glow over the dark wood furnishings and the low murmur of conversations created a cozy atmosphere. Charlotte relished in this moment of peace, sipping her drink and taking in the sights and sounds around her.

She scanned the room, her gaze lingering on each person before finally landing on a man sitting directly across the bar. He appeared to be in his early twenties, his features chiseled and strong. He held a glass in his hand, swirling the liquid inside before bringing it to his lips for a small sip. As he placed the glass back on the counter, he caught her eye with his piercing green gaze. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

His hair cascaded down to his broad shoulders in loose waves, each strand catching the light and reflecting shades of a chocolatey brown. She couldn't make out the intricate designs, but she could see glimpses of colorful tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of his plain button down shirt. The fabric hung ever so slightly oversized on his frame, adding to his rugged yet effortlessly cool appearance. A pair of sleek sunglasses dangled from the edge of his shirt pocket, completing the picture of a confident and strikingly handsome man before her. He was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she drifted deeper into her thoughts, the bartender's voice broke through Charlotte's trance. "Hey, can I get you anything else?" She glanced up at him, her eyes taking in his rugged features and easy smile. "Yeah. Um, can I have another rum and coke? And could you also order me another of whatever the man across from me is having?" Her gaze shifted to the man in question.

The bartender nodded knowingly and smirked. "For him?" He turned his head and pointed towards the man. "That's Harry. He's an old-time regular around here. Travels a lot so I don't get to see him often. But let me tell you something, he never pays for his drinks." A mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes as he leaned in closer. "If you catch my drift."

Charlotte caught it all too well. In just a few words, the bartender had conveyed that her idea of buying this man, Harry, a drink was far from original and most likely wouldn't lead to any kind of connection with him. She sighed inwardly but thanked the bartender anyway before turning back to her drink, disappointed but not entirely surprised by his revelation.

She observed him expertly crafting their drinks, his hands moving with a fluid grace as he added just the right amount of each ingredient. Her drink was placed in front of her spot at the bar, and then he walked over to Harry and placed his drink down, explaining that it was bought for him by her. Harry nodded, got up, and left. Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. Was buying the drink too forward? Did she make him angry? But before she could dwell on it any longer, he returned, not to his original spot but to the one next to her. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. This was what she had hoped for, but after the bartender's warning about Harry receiving drinks all the time, she didn't expect it to actually happen.

Harry leaned casually against the bar, his gaze fixed on Charlotte. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" he drawled, taking a sip of his drink.

Charlotte couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she countered playfully.

"Oh, it's definitely a good thing," Harry replied, his voice low and confident. "I'm Harry, by the way." He extended a hand towards her.

She took his hand in hers, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin as they shook. "Charlotte," she murmured softly. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said with a grin. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Well," Charlotte began hesitantly, not sure how much to reveal about herself so early on in their conversation. "I came with friends, one of them got sick and they all left without me, so here I am."

"Must be your lucky day then," Harry quipped back, winking at her cheekily. "Because I happen to be here too."

Charlotte couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness. "I guess it is my lucky day," she replied, matching his playful tone.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at Charlotte's response. He liked a woman who could give as good as she got, and from the way she seemed to be enjoying their playful banter, it was clear that she knew how to have a good time. "So tell me, Charlotte," he said leaning in closer to her, "what do you do when you're not getting drinks for strangers or being left behind by friends?"

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side curiously, "when I'm not stuck here with you, that is," she added with a playful smirk of her own, "I actually work for a travel magazine."

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "And what exactly does that entail? Traveling the world and writing about it?"

"Something like that," Charlotte replied with a grin. "Although sometimes it feels more like researching destinations and coaxing people into telling me their secrets."

"Sounds like an interesting job," Harry said thoughtfully. "But I bet there's nothing more thrilling than discovering those hidden gems all on your own, right?"

"You know," Charlotte mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "you might be onto something there. Maybe I should start exploring more on my own."

Harry chuckled softly at her response. "Well, if you ever need a travel companion," he suggested casually, his eyes never leaving hers, "you know who to call."

Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat at his words. There was definitely something brewing between them, and she couldn't help but feel excited about the possibility of where this newfound connection could lead them. However, before she could respond further, they were interrupted by the sound of clinking glasses coming from across the bar.

"Hey guys!" a voice called out cheerfully from down the bar. "I just overheard that Harry over here has been getting free drinks all night! That's fantastic news!" The group of people around him erupted into laughter as they all turned towards them.

Charlotte couldn't help but giggle along with them as Harry groaned in exaggerated annoyance. "Oh come on now," he grumbled good-naturedly, rolling his eyes at his friends' antics. "Why ruin a perfectly good rum and coke moment?"

Charlotte smiled at the playful banter, feeling grateful for the unexpected interruption. She glanced back at Harry, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he shook his head in mock exasperation at his friends' antics.

"Well," Charlotte said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "it looks like you've got quite the fan club here, Harry. Free drinks and all! I might need to start hanging around you more often."

Harry laughed, a warm sound that made Charlotte's heart flutter. "I'll have to watch out for freeloaders now that my secret's out," he joked, his gaze lingering on Charlotte.

As the night continued with laughter and shared stories, Charlotte realized that perhaps the best hidden gem she had discovered that evening wasn't a place or a secret, but rather the connection she was building with Harry. And as they exchanged smiles and easy conversation, she knew that this chance encounter was just the beginning of an exciting new chapter waiting to unfold.

As she turned back to Harry, she noticed him sipping his drink slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. She watched his throat move gracefully, unconsciously following its movement with her eyes. The smell of smoke from the nearby table wafted over from a group of smokers outside chatting animatedly about their night so far; it mingled with the scent of stale beer and flowery perfume from a woman who walked past them moments ago. She wanted him. Badly.

As the laughter from Harry's friends echoed in the background, Charlotte decided to take a leap into unknown waters. Her full lips curved into an impish grin as she leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. " I was thinking of heading back to my place...but I wouldn't mind some company."

Harry choked on his drink, a surprised cough bouncing off the dim lights of the bar. His azure eyes widened for a moment before they smoldered with a heat that made Charlotte's belly flutter. "Are you sure?" he asked, his rich baritone sending shivers down her spine.

Charlotte felt her body react to his words - anticipation pooling deliciously between her thighs. She responded by tracing her finger up his arm, her touch light but incendiary. "I've never been more certain," she replied confidently, the huskiness in her voice revealing just how much she wanted him.

With a swift movement, Harry grabbed their jackets and led Charlotte out of the bar. The cool night air did little to douse their palpable attraction; it only seemed to heighten it further as they stumbled into the backseat of the taxi waiting outside.

As soon as they were alone, Charlotte found herself pinned against the plush leather seat, Harry's large hands roaming over her body. Their lips met in a fiery clash of teeth and tongues. Each fervent kiss made Charlotte whimper and gasp for breath - her body quivering under his masterful touch.

His fingers found their way under her shirt, tracing tantalizing patterns on her silken skin. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath his touch, causing Charlotte to arch into him and moan wantonly into his mouth.

Harry's grip tightened as a low growl escaped his lips, interrupting their heated kiss. He glanced around, suddenly aware of their surroundings - a cramped taxi with a bemused driver in the front seat. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he pulled away from Charlotte and muttered an apology to the driver before paying the fare and exiting the vehicle. They stumbled up to Charlotte's small flat, fumbling with keys and struggling to open the door in their urgency. Finally inside, they were consumed by each other once more, the intensity of their desire seemingly boundless.

Finally, they descended upon each other once more, the intensity growing. Within moments, clothes were shed and strewn about the room. Harry gently pushed Charlotte onto the bed, his hands exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. As he leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, she grasped his erection, stroking him firmly as she felt his breath hitch in response. Their bodies intertwined, Harry's fingers found her wetness, teasing her and coaxing a desperate moan from her lips.

Their tongues tangled in an erotic dance as their bodies writhed together in a symphony of lust. As Harry's hand gripped Charlotte's thigh, he pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"You taste so good," Harry murmured between kisses, his free hand trailing down her side and dipping beneath her waistband to find her wetness once more. He plunged two fingers into her core, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she arched her back off the bed.

"Fuck," she groaned, "Don't stop."

His thumb circled her swollen bud while his fingers pumped in and out of her in a rapid rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. Harry's other hand found its way between their bodies, tracing the hard line of his erection against her stomach before slipping lower to tease at her entrance.

"I want you inside me," she whispered hoarsely, rocking her hips towards him in desperation. Without another word, Harry positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside slowly but surely until he was fully sheathed within her tight warmth before removing himself as a tease.

"Fuck," he growled deep in his throat.

Harry grabbed Charlotte's wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her captive beneath him. His lips crashed down onto hers in a fierce, passionate kiss that left her breathless. He nipped at her lower lip before slipping his tongue inside her mouth to explore every corner of this beauty beneath him.

As they made out, he ground his hips against hers, teasingly rubbing himself against the wet folds of her entrance. She moaned loudly into his mouth, unable to resist the intense desire coursing through her veins. Her body arched off of the bed as she begged for more of his touch.

Harry pulled away from their kiss, trailing hot breath along Charlotte's jawline until he reached her earlobe which he nipped softly before whispering, "You're going to love every second of what I'm about to do to you."

Without further warning, he thrust into her tight warmth with forceful precision, claiming her body as his own with each powerful stroke inside her welcoming depths. She cried out in delight at the incredible feeling of being filled by him so completely. His hard muscles flexed against her sensitive flesh as he held most of his weight on his arms while continuing to pound into her relentlessly hard.

"Oh fuck!" Charlotte groaned out loudly as she felt herself being taken over by waves of pleasure she had never experienced before from this rough yet beautiful session with Harry who was treating her like an object for his lust but still keeping it safe.

As Harry continued his violent invasion of Charlotte's body, she let out a long, low moan that reverberated through both of them. "Oh... my... God..." she panted, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he thrust deeper and harder into her with each passing moment.

His rough hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place while he took her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "Uuuuhhh... harder," she begged between gasps for air. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge with every stroke of his thick cock inside her.

Harry obliged, slamming into her with renewed force that made every particle of her being sing with pleasure. She arched her back off the bed, crying out in delight as he filled her completely. "Fuck! You feel so good," he groaned between harsh breaths.

Charlotte couldn't help but moan in agreement. "Aaaahhh... yes!" She tightened her grip on his shoulders, urging him on as he continued to pound into her at an unrelenting pace. Every time he bottomed out inside her, she felt herself being pulled closer to the brink of orgasm.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each one responding to the other's every move with a desperation that only fueled their passion further. As they neared the peak together, Charlotte's breath came in short gasps and whispers of encouragement. "Oh my god... I'm going to cum."

Harry's thrusts grew even more frenzied as he felt himself getting closer too. "Cum for me," he growled into her ear before pulling out roughly and shooting his hot load across her stomach and chest.

Charlotte screamed out his name as the intense sensations washed over her, taking her over the edge too. Her body convulsed around him; she arched off the bed and shuddered violently as waves of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being.

Finally spent, they collapsed onto the bed together, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath from this intense encounter filled with raw lust and unbridled passion. It was clear that neither one would ever forget this night anytime soon....

As the weeks went by, Harry and Charlotte's fiery encounters continued. They would meet at the bar, share a few drinks and laughs, and then head back to Harry's place for wild nights of passion.

But as much as Charlotte enjoyed their steamy rendezvous, she couldn't help but develop feelings for Harry. She found herself eagerly anticipating their next meeting and craving his touch even when they were apart.

And it wasn't just about the physical chemistry between them anymore. Charlotte loved the way Harry made her laugh with his dry wit and dark sense of humor. She loved the way he took care of her after sex, bringing her water and cuddling with her until she fell asleep.

One day, as they lay in bed together after another mind-blowing session, Charlotte couldn't keep her feelings bottled up any longer. "Harry," she whispered, running her fingers through his messy hair.

He turned to look at her with those piercing green eyes that always seemed to see right through her. "Yeah?"

"I... I want more," she said, feeling a little vulnerable but also relieved that she had finally said it out loud.

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "More?"

Charlotte nodded, suddenly feeling a rush of courage. "I want us to be exclusive." but unlike Charlotte Harry did not want the same things.

Harry's expression shifted, his features hardening slightly as he processed Charlotte's words. He sat up, pulling away from her touch, a furrow forming between his brows.

"Exclusive?" he repeated, his voice tinged with hesitation. "Charlotte, I thought we were on the same page about keeping things casual."

Charlotte's heart sank at his reaction, but she steeled herself and met his gaze head-on. "I know we started off that way, but I've developed real feelings for you, Harry. I want more than just these occasional hookups."

Harry ran a hand through his tousled hair, his jaw tensing as he pondered her words. "I... I care about you too, Charlotte. But I'm not sure if I can give you what you're asking for."

Disappointment washed over Charlotte, but she refused to back down. "Why not? What is holding you back?"

Harry looked her dead in the eyes, “You’re too sweet for me.”

Anger ignited within Charlotte at his dismissive response. Her voice laced with frustration, she shot back without missing a beat, "Don't use that as an excuse, Harry. It's about being honest and upfront about what you want."

The room felt suffocating as their confrontation escalated. Harry's jaw tightened further as he stood up, towering over her in a display of defiance. "Maybe you're just too naive to understand," he retorted sharply.

Charlotte rose to meet him at eye level, her own anger rising to match his intensity. "Naive? I know what I want, and I won't settle for anything less," she declared firmly.

Their voices clashed like thunder in the room, echoing off the walls in a fierce battle of wills. Harry took a step forward, his posture challenging as he looked down at her. "You think you can change me? I take my whiskey neat, I’m up until three am most nights. " he challenged, his tone daring her to prove him wrong.

Charlotte didn't flinch under his gaze; instead, she stood her ground with unwavering determination. "I'm not trying to change you, Harry. I'm asking for honesty and transparency in what we share," she shot back defiantly.

The air crackled with tension as their words hung between them like a gauntlet thrown down.

"Maybe we're just too different," Harry stated bluntly, his tone final.

Charlotte refused to back down, her voice firm and resolute. "Our differences don't have to tear us apart. We can find a middle ground if we're willing to try."

The room felt charged with electricity as they stood locked in their battle of wills, neither willing to yield.

The tension between them reached its peak as they stood locked in a silent standoff, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Harry broke the silence with a resigned sigh. "I don't know if I can give you what you're looking for," he admitted quietly.

Harry's gaze bore into Charlotte's, his expression unreadable. "I need time to figure this out," he finally admitted, uncertainty coloring his voice.

Charlotte nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. "Take all the time you need. Just know that I won't settle for less than I deserve."

The tension in the room eased slightly as they both took a step back, their gazes still locked in silent understanding.

Charlotte's shoulders sagged at his admission, the reality of their differences sinking in. With a heavy heart but steely resolve, she met his gaze one last time before turning away.

"I understand," he said softly. She walked towards the door.

As she reached for the handle, Harry's hand shot out to grasp hers gently, stopping her from leaving. The room fell into a tense silence as they shared a moment of unspoken understanding before Charlotte pulled away slowly and walked out into the night.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles masterlist #harry styles smut #one direction #70s #harry styles x reader #harrystyles #long hair harry #hs live #lhh supremacy #otra tour #love on tour

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requests are open!

hiii. welcome to the little world of my stories. hope you enjoy them! much love. x

Thighs

The one where Y/N asks Harry to ride his tiger.

Moans & Thighs

Showers & Tea

PART 3 (pending)

Sharing is caring

The one where Harry and Y/N share the bed for the night while secretly having feelings for each other.

One

Two

His weakness

The one where Y/N gets hurt for being the girl of a mafia leader.

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl,” Wyatt, his right hand, admitted, pouring himself a glass of scotch and sitting in the armchair opposite to him.

"I didn't either," Harry simply replied, looking at a fixed point.

Wyatt chuckled, "Well, I only hope she won't interfere with our business, or she'll eventually regret messing with the mafia."

Harry gave him a death stare, and that was enough to keep his partner silent. "She won't," he stated, now playing with the rings on his fingers, "I would have never guessed she was the type to stay with someone like me, but she is."

"Does that mean you'll take her with you when the time comes?"

"It means I'll do anything to protect her. And I can't do that from prison."

He was doing business with the devil while running from the FBI. And while it was not the ideal lifestyle, it was his, and you were willing to go through it all for him.

Some said you had been brainwashed, others that you had gone crazy, but little did they know that you just happened to have fallen in love with a criminal.

Hurting

Horny

Heartbroken

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

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▹ Individual short stories

The ride (AU)

The one where Harry and Bella like each other. The issue? She's his boss' daughter.

Her first

The one where Y/N joins One Direction on tour and decides to lose it to Harry.

Rome wasn’t built in a day (AU)

It’s 1950 and Y/N’s fighting for women’s right and freedom to work, alongside her husband, Harry. But she forgets it’s a long fight that can’t be conquered in a short time, which causes them to argue.

Needy

The one where Y/N’s feeling horny and the car is the nearest place to relieve her.

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon at home

The one where a quiet afternoon at home soon spices up for Harry and Y/N.

Long day

The one where Harry wants attention but Y/N’s working.

Don’t break my heart

The one where Y/N feels insecure when she sees Harry talking to someone else.

Surprise

The one where Harry makes it to Y/N’s birthday party just on time.

I don’t hate you

The one where Harry prevents Y/N from drinking an intoxicated beverage while they secretly have feelings for each other.

Date night at home

The one where Harry cooks for Y/N.

Overthinking

The one where Y/N feels like hers and Harry’s relationship is just sex.

A safe place

The one where Harry goes to Y/N for comfort.

The ghosts came out to play

The one where Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party and the ghost of his ex-wife is all over the house.

The sex talk

The one where Harry wants to talk about sex but Y/N finds it uncomfortable.

Professor Styles

The one where Y/N’s summer fling turns out to be her new literature professor.

The frat boy’s girl

The one where Harry Styles might or might not have feelings for Y/N, his much more reserved and geek friend.

What’s not being said out loud

The one where Harry’s got feelings for his best friend but she’s dating some else.

The CEO

The one where you confessed your feelings for Harry, your older boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.

Office hours

The one where Harry Styles is your part-time boss and full-time boyfriend, which makes office hours interesting.

Sexy mama

The one where you get annoyed because Harry won’t have sex with you because you’re pregnant.

❋ Love On Tour scenarios:

One day maybe

The one where Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N are dating off the spotlight and he gets jealous when he sees someone else (Tom Hiddleston) flirting with his girl.

Crowds

The one where Harry knows how bad Y/N’s anxiety gets in a crowd and offers her to watch his live show from his dressing room.

Pre-show nerves

The one where Harry’s feeling anxious before playing Wembley and Y/N’s there for him.

He’s in love

After Coachella Night Two, Harry can’t help but shower Y/N with love words backstage.

Haircuts and ripped pants

Pretty self explanatory… iykyk

~ Excerpts from books I’ll never write:

Untitled #1

Angst

Getting used to you

Fictional

Fragile

He’s feeling down

Untitled #2

Heartbroken

Take it off

Denim jealousy

Scars

Halloween

Dadrry

Let’s shower

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iwannakissyoubuticant · 1 year

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let's talk about this for a second

#love on tour was smth else #dunkirkrry #live on tour #harry styles #harrystyles #1d #harry #hs #h #hslot #harry styles hot #harry styles imagine #2017 was smth else entirely #harry styles 2017

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arcticharrie · 2 years

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LEAVE ME ALONE.

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spacecoffeeandcartoons · 8 months

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oop its uni ranking time again

the time of the year when I remember that since age 14 ive basically spent my life in educational institutions that have been at some point ranked #1 on some of these lists. ugh. bleh. nothing intelligent to say just now, I just always need to remember the ways this limits or biases my experience in addition to the ways it broadens it. someday I will finally write the big article that's been brewing in my brain about the meritocracy fallacy.

#if you ever wonder where my impostor syndrome comes from this explains it #since I was 14 I have been surrounded by people smarter than me #its a real mixed bag bc it means I know that some of these people really are geniuses but also I know how rigged the system is #and how not smart some of them can be #this isn't gonna make any sense #sorry #if I get personal about it for a second its kind of nuts this has happened #bc this has never at any point been my goal #im not an elite institution chaser #for HS it happened to be near where I lived and I applied on a whim #and went with a well lets see! attitude #for uni it was the dream school of the girl who sat in front of me on the bus #and I googled it and it sounded neat and I toured it and liked the vibe #for grad school they had a scholarship avail that seemed tailor made for me I didn't care what school it was at #how has this happened #its almost funny #coming to Tumblr once again bc it feels safer to shout into the void here

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In Texas, abortion’s unlawful Cos Abbott’s a massive twatwaffle. H emblazoned support For the present O’Rourke— May he win by a margin colossal.

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purplehammy · 1 year

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The AMOUNT of angles we have of this lmaooo

#harry styles #ripped my pants #harry styles live #love on tour #hslot #hslot harry #hs lot 2023 #hslot23 #harry styles funny #harry styles news #harry styles updates #hslot la

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Harry's AI pics part.2 (cause they feed my addiction)🦋

A small glimpse of my imaginations 💌🌷

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#harry styles #harries #one direction #harry's house #harry styles imagine #harry styles hs1 #live on tour #harry styles fluff #fine line album #hs lot #ai #as it was #aesthetic #art

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Ceilings

CW: Alcohol use, cursing.

Word count: 3,389

As Olive lay in her empty bedroom, the feeling of loneliness weighed heavy on her. She stared up at the plain, off-white ceiling that seemed to mock her with its emptiness. Thoughts swirled in her head, each one a dagger stabbing at her heart as she contemplated what could have saved her drowning relationship. It had been so long since she had felt truly content. Her ex-boyfriend Harry was not like any other guy she had known. His rise to fame had taken him far from her and their once happy life together. Tour after tour, hotels, buses, interviews, and recording sessions occupied most of his days and nights. Yet he always made time for Olive, even if it meant sacrificing his precious alone time.

Olive didn't mind taking a backseat or being second in line for Harry's attention. After all, she too cherished solitude. But she also loved seeing Harry do what he was born to do - make music. The passion and joy that lit up his face when he played was something she couldn't help but be drawn to. Even now, as their relationship lay shattered and broken, she couldn't deny the magic of watching him create art with his guitar and voice.

Unlike her past relationships, everything with Harry seemed to be going effortlessly well. Their conversations flowed seamlessly, filled with future plans and dreams of marriage, a luxurious apartment on the upper east side, and even talks of what their future daughters would look like. They were both content and had built their home around each other during their three years together.

Olive had given up everything to be with Harry and to keep their home safe. She left her full-time job as a manager at a fancy furniture store to work part-time as a barista on weekends. It wasn't necessary for her to work, but she wanted to contribute in any way she could. Her dedication to their relationship knew no bounds.

Despite their happiness, Olive knew that they had to keep a low profile. The world didn't know about them, and safety was always a top priority. She deleted all of her social media accounts and rarely went out in public with Harry, except for special occasions or parties. In many ways, Olive lived in the shadows, but she didn't mind as long as she had Harry by her side.

The shock of his phone call still reverberated through her body, even four months later. She couldn't believe he ended their relationship with a single phone call on a Saturday night. There were no final kisses, no tearful goodbyes, and not even the courtesy of doing it in person.

And then there was his cold, calculated message: "The bills at the apartment are paid for the next year, so take your time finding a new place. I'm sorry." The words rang in her ears like a broken record, a constant reminder of how easily he had let go of their love.

Now here she lay, in her usual spot on the worn-out couch in the crappy apartment she had found after the break up. The ceiling above her crackled with every movement, adding to the already suffocating atmosphere. But she didn't mind, because it was just another distraction from her thoughts. Thoughts of Harry and how much she missed him.

Despite the fact that he had covered the rent for their old place for the next year, she couldn't bring herself to go back there. Every single thing inside reminded her of him - his toothbrush in the bathroom, his jacket hanging by the door, and all the memories they had shared in every corner of the apartment.

She had given everything for him - her time, her love, her trust - and yet it wasn't enough to keep him by her side. Now she was left with nothing but an empty heart and a hollow home. And as if fate wanted to rub salt into her wounds, her noisy neighbors chose this exact moment to have another one of their infamous domestic disputes.

But amidst all this chaos and heartache, she couldn't help but wonder: where did it all go wrong? Was it something she did or said? Or was their love simply not strong enough to withstand the challenges thrown their way? These questions tormented her every day, as she tried to piece together the shattered remains of their once beautiful relationship.

Olive had been feeling trapped in her own sadness for months, barely leaving her house besides for work. But tonight, she felt a glimmer of excitement as she got ready to go out. It was her best friend's birthday and their small group had managed to snag reservations at the most exclusive sushi bar in Manhattan.

As Olive prepared herself for the night ahead, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the days when she used to go out and have fun without a care in the world. With a deep breath, she pushed aside her negative thoughts and focused on getting dressed. She opted for a sophisticated dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves. She paired it with sleek platform heels that added a touch of glamour to her outfit.

After pulling her hair back into two elegant buns with wispies framing her face, Olive took one last look in the mirror before heading out. Her makeup was soft and natural, enhancing her features without being too overbearing. With a surge of confidence, she smiled at herself and knew that she was ready to take on the night.

With the simple tap of her finger, Olive summoned a sleek and shiny Uber to whisk her away to the restaurant. She settled into the backseat, surrounded by the muted hum of passing cars and the soft padding of the leather seats beneath her. Her driver was friendly and chatty, asking about her job and if she had tried the famous sushi bar before. Despite not being in the mood for conversation, Olive graciously answered each question with a smile. As they weaved through traffic, the city lights blurred together like a kaleidoscope, marking the passing time until they arrived at the restaurant in what felt like mere minutes.

With a sense of anticipation, Olive arrived at the upscale restaurant where her group of friends was already waiting for her. They were laughing and teasing each other, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as their jokes about her tardiness hit close to home. She had a bad habit of agreeing to meet up with them and then not showing up, leaving them waiting and disappointed. But tonight was different - she really wanted to go out and have some fun, she needed this break from her busy life.

As they approached the door, the girls gave their reservation name to the fancy dressed waiter who greeted them with a warm smile. He led them through the bustling restaurant to their secluded table in the back, away from prying eyes.

Olive settled into her seat and ordered a Sake, savoring the crisp taste and soothing effect it had on her nerves. The atmosphere was elegant yet lively, filled with the hum of conversation and clinking of glasses. The girls decided to share several sushi rolls for their meal and eagerly placed their orders with the attentive waiter. As they chatted and caught up, Olive couldn't help but feel grateful for this night out with her friends.

As the night wore on, Olive could feel herself slipping further and further away as she continued to drink her sakes. The alcohol burned a trail down her throat, igniting a sense of boldness and freedom within her. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards Harry, although she wasn't sure exactly why.

In a moment of drunken clarity, Olive realized that she needed to call him. She needed to tell him that she was doing just fine without him, and in fact he had done her a favor by breaking up with her. Her fingers fumbled with her phone as she dialed his number, the anticipation building with each ring.

Just as she was about to hang up, he answered. "Olive?" His voice was low and tired, betraying the fact that he must have been woken up by her call from some other part of the world.

"Yeah. Hi, Harry. I just wanted..." Before she could finish her thought, her phone was ripped from her hand and the call abruptly ended.

Confused and slightly annoyed, Olive turned to see her friend standing there with a disapproving look on their face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" they whispered angrily into her ear.

"Telling him off," Olive slurred back defiantly.

"Okay, well, now you can't because I just blocked his number," her friend replied calmly before proceeding to delete his contact information from Olive's phone.

A fire raged inside Olive at being denied the opportunity to confront Harry. But deep down, she knew her friend was right. Her actions were rash and messy, fueled by too much alcohol. And now any chance of closure or confrontation with Harry was gone in the blink of an eye.

Or so she thought. Not more than twenty minutes later, the girls moved their party outside to the patio, eager for some fresh air and a change of scenery. The warm glow of string lights illuminated the area, casting shadows on their faces as they continued to indulge in their drinks. Olive had already downed four Sake shots, feeling the familiar buzz start to take hold. Her friends didn't seem to mind, knowing that a night like this was exactly what she needed to let loose and find herself.

As the group of girls chatted outside, their voices growing louder and more rowdy with each passing minute, the surrounding area suddenly fell quiet. Gasps and murmurs were heard, causing Olive to turn around in confusion. Her eyes widened at the sight of someone she never expected to see again - Harry.

Her heart raced as his intense gaze locked onto hers. Without a word, he strode over to her with purpose, grabbing her arm firmly. "You, me, outside. Now." His tone was laced with anger and resentment, his words cutting through her like a knife. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Olive could do nothing but obey.

As she stood from her chair, Olive's eyes scanned the faces of her friends who watched on with ghostly pale expressions. They knew about her tumultuous past with Harry and the pain it had caused her. But now, as she watched them walk away together, it felt like déjà vu. It seemed history was repeating itself once again.

“I-I uh, how did you know I was here?” Her voice trembled as she spoke, her heart pounding in her chest. She suddenly felt completely sober, the effects of the alcohol dissipating in an instant. She was sure any moment now she would pass out, but not from drinking.

“Your contact was still sharing your location. I tried to call back but you blocked me.” Harry's words were harsh and they sent a shiver down Olive's spine. She couldn't find the right words to say, her mind racing with memories of their past together. She watched as his lips continued to move and remembered what it felt like to kiss him for the last first time - bittersweet and heartbreaking all at once.

Their first date had been a picturesque picnic. She had handcrafted fresh sandwiches, cutting them into perfect triangles and arranging them neatly on a plaid blanket. The fruit was meticulously cut into cute little cubes, adding pops of color to their spread. Everything was carefully wrapped and placed in a wicker basket, like something out of a romantic movie.

As they settled into their cozy spot in the park between their two apartments, the sun shone down warmly and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. The scene felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale.

Mid-bite into a juicy strawberry, Harry leaned in and left a lingering kiss on her cheek. She couldn't resist taking another bite, savoring the sweet taste as he leaned forward and pressed his soft yet slightly chapped lips against hers. As they pulled away, he remarked that she tasted like the fruit she was eating. In that moment, she knew she was falling in love with him.

A heavy silence fell between them, and for a brief moment Harry stopped talking. The weight of their shared memories threatened to pull her under, but she pulled herself back, determined to stay strong. In reality, all she wanted to do was run away and cry, and maybe hide under her bed forever. She had tried to block him out, to push him away, but it never quite worked.

“I didn’t block you,” she whispered timidly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I got drunk and called you to say I moved on. Ally took the phone away when she saw what I was doing.”

Harry's expression remained neutral, his gaze fixed on her face as she spoke.

“Olive, why did you call?” he finally questioned.

She looked up and met his eyes, searching for an answer in the depths of his gaze.

“Harry, why did you break up with me?” Her words hung in the air like a veil of sadness and regret.

As Olive waited for Harry's response, the tension between them was palpable. She could see the conflict swirling behind his eyes, a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. The park seemed to grow quieter around them, as if the world was holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.

Harry let out a sigh, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I broke up with you because... because I thought it was for the best," he finally admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

Olive felt a surge of anger rise within her at his words. "The best for who, Harry? Certainly not for me," she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

He winced slightly at her words, the weight of her pain evident in his expression. "I know I hurt you, Olive. I never meant for things to end this way," he said softly, reaching out as if to touch her but then pulling back just in time.

She looked away, blinking back tears that threatened to spill over. "You have a funny way of showing it," she muttered bitterly.

Harry's gaze softened, full of remorse and longing. "I messed up, Olive. I made a mistake letting you go. I thought I was doing what was right, but all I did was break both of our hearts. I was scared. It had never been this serious with anyone before, so I ran. Ran to protect you, ran because I though that was what I had to do. It wasn’t what I wanted to do though."

Unable to hold back any longer, Olive turned to face him fully, tears streaming down her cheeks. "And now what, Harry? Do you expect me to just forgive and forget? Ive spent the last four months staring at my ceiling wondering what I did wrong. How I could’ve changed things. Why you stopped loving me." she choked out, her voice cracking with emotion.

His eyes met hers with unwavering sincerity. "No, Olive. I don't expect forgiveness. But I hope for a chance to make things right. I think about you constantly and wanted to reach out for a while. I was guilty though. I didn’t want to see you upset so I just stayed away. I miss you though. I miss us. I miss the house we wanted to buy or the little jokes or making you a cuppa tea," he declared earnestly.

As their eyes locked in a silent exchange of raw emotion, Olive felt a glimmer of hope flicker within her heart. Maybe there was still a chance for them to find their way back to each other amidst the tangled mess of their past.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, stirring the fallen leaves as Olive grappled with Harry's heartfelt confession. She wiped away her tears with a trembling hand and took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Harry, it's not that simple," Olive began, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "I can't just forget all the pain and confusion you caused me. It's not fair to ask me to put myself through that again."

Harry's expression shifted, a mix of understanding and desperation crossing his features. "I know I messed up, Olive. I'm not asking for forgiveness right away. I just want the chance to show you that I've changed, that I'm willing to work through this with you."

Olive gazed at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit or insincerity. "How can I trust you again, Harry? How can I be sure that history won't repeat itself?" she questioned, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Harry took a step closer, reaching out a hand tentatively towards Olive's shoulder. "I understand your doubts, Olive. But I promise you, this time will be different. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right between us," he vowed earnestly.

Olive hesitated, torn between the lingering pain of their past and the flicker of hope Harry's words ignited within her. "I need time," she finally whispered, her gaze dropping to the ground as she processed the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

Harry nodded solemnly, his hand retreating as he gave her the space she needed to come to terms with everything. "I'll wait for you, Olive. As long as it takes," he assured her softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and determination.

Harry reached out a hand towards her, a silent plea in his eyes. "I know it won't be easy, Olive. But if there's one thing worth fighting for in this world, it's us. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right between us."

A sense of vulnerability washed over Olive as she gazed into his eyes, seeing a glimmer of hope reflected back at her. Taking a small step forward to close the gap between them, she whispered softly, "Okay, Harry. Let's take this one step at a time and see where it leads us."

As the words left her lips, a tiny smile formed on Olive's face. Slowly, trembling with emotion and uncertainty, she reached out and took his hand. They stood there, locked in a moment that felt like a lifetime as their fingers intertwined. The world around them faded away, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the memories they shared. They stood there for what seemed like hours, lost in their own thoughts and feelings until finally, Harry broke the silence. "Oliva," he whispered, calling her by her full name for the first time in months. "You know I love you."

Her eyes met his again, softening as she took in the sincerity of his words. She knew he meant it this time, she could feel it in the way he looked at her and held her hand. A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his voice - it always had that familiar effect on her - but this time, it was different. There was something new in his tone; something promising and earnest that gave her hope. She smiled softly up at him before leaning in slowly to press her lips gently against his own; their first kiss since that fateful night they decided to part ways. It was slow and tentative at first, but soon enough they were lost in each other once more. Their hands tangled up in each other's hair, their bodies pressing closer still as they forgot about everything else around them except for each other. The taste of cherry blossom saké lingered on their tongues as if to remind them both where they were.

A small part of Olive couldn't believe it – how quickly things had changed from anger and hurt to this moment – but another part recognized that there is no point holding on to pain.

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