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Magnet & Steel - Part One

a/n: I was updating my masterlist and I realized I never posted the first part of this on here!! I wrote this in sept 2021, before my life fell apart lmao there are several other parts on patreon. I was updating my masterlist because I realized I never added any of the "part one"'s to the patreon fics that I post on here. Hope this still holds up! REMEMBER TO REBLOG

Here's my author's note from when I originally posted: I haven't done a "college" fic in a while, so here we are! Penelope is 21, and Harry is turning 24. He's a TA for her senior major course, but they met over the summer under an odd circumstance. Can't wait to know what you think! [Inspired by this song]

Warnings: threesome (😮) angst, lots of smut

Words: 15.7K

Don’t ask Penelope how she ended up in a threesome. All she knows is that she agreed to one. School was about to start, and she was out with a guy she was having a casual fling with. They were getting drinks when he brought up the subject to her. She was hesitant at first, but when Luke said it would be with his friend Harry, Penelope felt a little more comfortable. She’s straight, and as much as she’d like to think she’d be adventurous enough to hook up with another girl, she just wasn’t. But the idea of having two guys going to town on her? Yes, please! She was also more than willing after Luke showed her a picture of Harry. Luke and Harry weren’t close, but Luke had really been wanting to check off having a threesome on his “Things To Do Before I Graduate” list. So, she agreed.

Luke set everything up, all Penelope had to do was show up at a hotel with whatever types of condoms she prefers, and her favorite type of alcohol (if she felt like drinking). She didn’t tell her friends what she was up to, just that she was spending the night with her fuck buddy, Luke. No one gave it a second thought.

She got the key card in a cute little box that Luke left for her, making her feel all the more special. She takes a deep breath in the elevator up to the room. She swipes the card, and enters. Luke and Harry both greet her with warm smiles. Luke introduces them, and the three of them laugh a bit over the situation. They all take a couple of shots of vodka before getting started. Luke had put together a playlist to set the mood. Harry dimmed the lighting by putting a sheer scarf over one of the lamps.

Luke wanted to make sure Penelope was comfortable, so he started off by asking her questions. Harry did the same. They all wanted to make sure everyone was okay with what they were about to do, and if anyone wanted to stop at any point, they would. And so, once they get all of that settled, Luke begins by kissing Penelope.

The three are sat on the bed. Penelope shivers when she feels Harry move the strap of her tank top off her shoulder for him to kiss on. She places a hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t want anyone feeling left out. Luke gestures for her to turn to kiss Harry, and she blushes before doing so. He smiles into the kiss, and she moans softly as Luke’s hands grope her breasts.

Before long, they’re all completely naked. All of their lips are swollen from kissing. Penelope’s on all fours, sucking Luke’s cock while Harry eats her out from behind. She feels bad because she can barely concentrate on making Luke feel good. Harry’s tonguing her asshole while he’s three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. She has to pop off of Luke, and just pump him with her hand. She can feel an odd pressure building, one that she hasn’t felt before. Without warning, she’s drenching Harry’s fingers and wrist. So much so, some of it even gets onto his chest. She lays on her back to catch her breath while Luke licks the mess off Harry’s fingers. Her mouth falls open as she watches them. She whimpers, feeling turned on from the erotic sight before her.

The only snag happens after they’re all through with the foreplay. Both of the boys want to fuck Penelope, and they weren’t sure how to do that so it was fair. Harry mentions that Luke had gotten to fuck her plenty of times, so he already knows what it feels like. They ask her if she could take one after the other, but she shakes her head no. Then they agree on whoever doesn’t get to have her cunt can have her mouth.

“I want Harry to fuck me.” Penelope says. She can see the tinge of disappointment on Luke’s face, even with the dim lighting. “It’s like he said, you’ve had me before.” She leans back on her elbows, opening her legs. “Don’t you wanna share so Harry can feel how tight and wet I am?”

Both of the boys lose their minds. Harry gets a condom on and flips Penelope onto her stomach. He pulls her hips back and enters her. Her mouth falls open, in shock from how much bigger he is than Luke. Luke gets in front of her, and feeds her his cock. (She got to suck on Harry’s earlier too. They even took turns fingering her and eating her out.) She moans around Luke when she feels Harry start to hit her g-spot. She sucks Luke’s cock faster, she needed him to come fast so she could fully enjoy Harry. And that’s exactly what happens. While Luke recovers, Penelope rubs her clit and Harry continues to pound into her. She cries out when she comes, and instead of Harry spilling into the condom, he pulls out, sits up against the headboard, and pulls Penelope onto his lap. She sinks down on him reverse, and he holds her wrists behind her back.

“Luke, rub her clit for me.” Harry grunts, thrusting up into her.

Luke does as Harry says, rubbing Penelope’s clit while licking into her mouth. Harry bites and sucks on the crook of her neck. Her back arches into him over and over, and her hips match his on every thrust. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she comes again. Harry comes next, his body going slack against the headboard.

The three of them sit for a moment before cleaning themselves up. The boys let Penelope use the bathroom first, which she’s grateful for because she needed to pee desperately. Harry goes next, then Luke. None of them were going to stay the night, so they tidy up before heading out. They’re all exhausted, but none of them wanted to wake up in that hotel room where so much had gone down. They say their goodbyes after checking out, and that’s that.

The next time Penelope hooks up with Luke, all she can think about is Harry. He just fucked her so much better than Luke ever did. He was shocked when she told him she didn’t want to be fuck buddies anymore.

“I just think we’ve reached the finish line of whatever this is between us. It was fun for the summer, but I need to focus on school. We also both go to different schools, so…”

“I just thought we had something good going. Where did things go wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong, I…I just don’t see this turning into anything more.”

“Is this because of the threesome? Should we not have done it?”

“No! I’m glad we did it, it was fun. I’m sorry, I just don’t want…I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.”

“Harsh, Pen.” Luke sighs. “Is it Harry? Do you like him?”

“I only met him that one time. I haven’t seen or talked to him since. You and I would have drifted apart after school started anyways. This is for the best.”

The truth was she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. No one had ever made her squirt before, and she couldn’t get the thought of it out of her mind. She’d do anything to feel that good again. But she didn’t know his last name, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask Luke. She’ll just have to think of him fondly.

//

Call her basic, but Penelope is an English major with a concentration in writing. She has a graphic design minor as a backup, and already has plenty of freelance work lined up, so she’s not super worried about what she’s going to do after she graduates. She loves writing, and is hoping to make it a career someday, but for now she’s just trying to get through her senior year.

With that, her fall load is a mix of high level courses, and a couple of easy graphic design courses. The high level one she has to take for her major is called Critical Theory. She wasn’t sure if she was dreading this class, or if she was excited about it. Ever the proactive person, before class Penelope looked over the course description:

Critical Theory seeks acquaint students with specific modern and contemporary schools of literary theory including: Formalism, Reader Response, Psychoanalysis, Structuralism, Semiotics, Marxism, Poststructuralism, Feminism, Queer Theory, Postcolonial Theory and New Historicism. More importantly, students begin to develop their own theoretical approach, informed by what they learn from reading important literary theorists.

She was excited about diving into all of the different types of theory, she just wasn’t excited about who was teaching it. The class is taught by this older woman who is a tenured English faculty member. She has a bad reputation for being overly serious, and makes the class feel so mundane. It’s a senior level course, shouldn’t it be fun? Professor Allen didn’t seem to think so.

Penelope heads to class with her friend, Ryan, who is also one of her roommates. Ryan was one of the few people Penelope told about her escapades over the summer. He’s a no judgement kind of guy, and has been besties with Penelope since their freshman year. They met in their first major course, and became inseparable. She also happens to know that Ryan has had a threesome before as well, and his was also with two other guys.

The two walk into their classroom. It seats about forty, so it’s not small, but it’s also not one of those giant lecture halls you’d see on television. They sit in the third row from the front, a happy medium, and get settled. Other students trickle in as the time gets closer to class starting. Penelope and Ryan both sip on their iced coffees and scroll through Instagrams on their respective phones. It’s a 9AM class, it’s not insanely early, but it’s still a little too early to function enough for small talk. The light sound of chatter dissolves as Professor Allen walks into the room. A young man walks in behind her, and Penelope nearly chokes on her coffee.

“Good morning, class!” Professor Allen says, somewhat cheerfully. “I have some news before we get started. Some of you have known me for quite some time, so I won’t mince words. I’m having a medical procedure done in a couple of weeks that will have me bedridden for the remainder of the semester, so all of my courses will be instructed by some trusted TA’s. This is one of them, Harry Styles. I’ll be letting him take the lead and just observe before I’m out for the rest of the semester. Please pay him the same respect you would me. Harry, go on and introduce yourself.” Professor Allen smiles at him, and he nods.

“Yeah, hi, everyone. My name’s Harry, feel free to just call me that. I’m a grad student going for my MEd, and then eventually my PhD, so I’ll be here for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was an English major during my undergrad career, so I’m hoping we can all get along. I’ve only ever taught online before, but I’m really passionate about what we’ll be discussing in this class, so I think we’ll be alright.”

“Thank you, Harry.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on and take roll, I’m going to pull up the course page and syllabus.”

Harry nods, and grabs a notebook from his bag. Penelope is sweating, squirming in her seat. Ryan looks at her puzzled, having no idea why she’s suddenly so out of sorts. Harry calls out each name, and asks if there’s any specific preferred names or pronouns he should be aware of. Then he gets to Penelope…

“Penelope Quentin.” He reads, and then his eyes widen when he fully registers the name. He looks ups when he hears her.

“Here.” She says quietly. The two make eye contact for a moment too long before he moves on to the next name. “Shit.” She says under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan whispers to her.

“That’s Harry…from the you know what with Luke.” She whispers back, and Ryan’s jaw drops.

“Oh, shit.”

“What am I gonna do? This class is only offered in the fall, so I can’t drop it.”

“Just relax, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Penelope and Ryan, I’m not afraid to separate you two.” Professor Allen says. Penelope notices the small smirk on Harry’s lips as Professor Allen begins going over the syllabus. Harry chimes in from time to time as well. “Since I won’t be here, I won’t be having office hours. Harry will be taking over my office, so you can see him during his office hours. Please try to remember that he’s not only teaching, but he’s a student too.”

Professor Allen is tough, but fair. That’s probably her one redeemable quality. Harry goes over the course page, and talks about the books needed for class. He goes over a couple of big assignments, but other than that, there’s not much else since it’s just the first week. It’s a relief when class is dismissed early. Penelope wants to get out of there as soon as possible. She’s right behind Ryan, but feels a slight tug on her elbow. She turns to look at Harry, and she feels about two inches tall.

“Hey…do you have a minute?” He asks awkwardly, putting his things in his bag.

“Um…sure, my next class isn’t until eleven, so…I’ve got a bit of time.” She looks back at Ryan. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Ryan nods and leaves the classroom. Penelope follows Harry out, and they walk in an awkward silence out of the building. They walk until they get to the student union, and grab a table at the student café.

“I’m gonna grab a coffee, do you need another?” He asks.

“No, um, I think one is plenty for today, thank you.”

Harry nods and goes up to get himself a coffee. He returns with a small cup, and a large chocolate chip cookie. He nudges it towards Penelope, and she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Had to get you something.” He shrugs, and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Oh, um, thanks. This’ll be a nice treat for later.”

“I…I assumed you went to the same school as Luke.” He blurts out. “I had no idea you went here, and I didn’t even have a chance to check the class roster beforehand this morning.”

“No, it’s okay. Luke and I worked at the same restaurant this summer, that’s how we met and got familiar. I assumed you two went to school together.”

“No.” Harry shakes his head. “We went to high school together, we were on the same basketball team.”

“Oh…I guess we didn’t exactly have time to get to know each other given the circumstances.”

“It’s better when you keep your distance for things like that.”

“Had you ever hooked up with him before?”

“No.” Harry chuckles. “But I knew he was bi, and I knew he was sort of into me, so when he asked if I wanted to participate I thought it would be fun. Especially after he showed me a couple of pictures of you. Are you two still seeing each other, or…?”

“No, I broke things off with him a couple of weeks ago. We weren’t anything serious to begin with, we were just hookup buddies, you know? I don’t really want a boyfriend right now. Being tied down before graduating doesn’t sound like a great idea.”

“I completely get that, you’re preaching to the choir. I hope you won’t be uncomfortable with me teaching your class. You seemed so frazzled before.”

“I was in shock. You were the last person I expected to see today, and my friend Ryan is the only one who knows about the…about the threesome.” She whispers the word. “I’m not exactly known for being, well, for being a hole.”

“Oh my god.” Harry laughs. “You’re funny, you know that? So, what, you didn’t tell your other friends that you let two guys have their way with you?”

“No.” She blushes, a small smile gracing her lips. “I think they’d be in shock from the information alone. I had a good time with the both of you, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Although…I think going forward I’ll stick to just fucking one person at a time. I was super tired the next couple of days.”

“It’s a lot of work, being a hole.” He smirks, leaning back in his chair. Penelope laughs at that, and finishes off what’s left of her iced coffee. “It was my first time doing something like that too. I’ve always been curious about the appeal. I had a tough time holding back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were Luke’s girl, or so I thought, so I didn’t want to be the leader, but there were a lot of times I just wanted to push him out of the way. You’re very…you’re very cute, and I kind of just wanted you to myself after we really got started.”

“You were sort of greedy with me.” She’s trying so hard to save face. She wants to melt into a puddle. The guy she’s been thinking about non-stop for weeks not only thinks she’s cute, but has just admitted that he wanted her all to himself. “I didn’t mind it though.”

“Fed my ego when you outright said you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Harry nods at that, and they both lean in so Penelope can easily whisper. “There were times I wanted to push Luke out of the way too.” Harry grins a beaming smile at Penelope. She sits back in her chair and chews on her bottom lip. “So, um, what do we do?”

“About?”

“Class.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to do. I didn’t know you’d be in my class when we did what we did. No harm done.”

“But what if, um, what if…we want to-“

“Oh!” Harry’s surprised since Penelope didn’t try to connect with him after everything. “You’d wanna hook up again?”

“Yeah.” She blushes.

“Little cliché, isn’t it?” Harry smirks. “A student fucking their TA?”

“I met you beforehand…it wouldn’t be totally wrong, would it?”

“You like doing things you’re not technically supposed to do, don’t you.” It’s not a question. Penelope can feel the heat in her cheeks getting warmer. Harry leans in a little more, making sure absolutely no one will be able to hear him. “And all this time I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” She swallows. “Or…I could just be good for you, maybe.” Harry’s eyebrows raise at that. “I could be your good girl.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harry sits back and fans himself with his hand playfully. “We’d have to keep it quiet. I wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re screwing me to get a good grade.”

“I don’t need to screw you to get a good grade, thank you very much.” She smirks. “But I agree, it’s probably a good idea not to blab about it. Ryan will know, he can read me like a book.”

“It’s probably good to tell at least one friend. Secrets like these can be hard to keep sometimes.” Harry takes out his phone, and slides it to her. “Put your number in. You mentioned before you’re not looking for a boyfriend.” Penelope hums her response as she creates a contact for herself in Harry’s phone. “Well, I’m not looking for a girlfriend either. I’m happy to not fuck anyone else if that’s what you’d prefer, but I won’t be taking you out on any dates, and I might not call the next day. This has to be just sex.”

“Good, because that’s all I want from you.” She slides his phone back over to him. “I texted myself.” She gathers her things and stands up. “I need to run home quick before my next class. See you around.”

“Yeah, see you, Penelope.”

//

“From how mortified you were in class I never would have thought you’d leave your chat having made a new fuck buddy.” Ryan laughs later on that day as Penelope tells him what happened. “Good for you, he’s as cute as you said.”

“And this time I won’t have to share.” Penelope grins. “Ry, when I tell you a dick has never felt this good. I mean, fuck.”

“Are you gonna tell Luke?”

“No, why would I?”

“Because you’ll eventually end up working together again. Don’t you think it’ll be weird for him?”

“No.” Penelope shakes her head. “This whole thing probably won’t last long anyways. We’ll probably fuck, like, once, and that’ll be it.” She shrugs.

//

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Syllabus week is usually pretty chill. During lecture on Wednesday, Professor Allen did most of the talking so Harry could observe. His eyes would occasionally drift over to Penelope. When their eyes would catch, they would both smile shyly before looking away.

Being a senior means having no classes on Fridays, which means Thursday nights are for drinking, and going to parties. With it being the first weekend of the semester, it was bound to be crazy. Penelope and her friends get invited to a few different houses, so they pregame at their own apartment before heading out. They go in and out of a few different houses, saying hi to friends, then Penelope and Ryan break off to go to the bars downtown.

“No fucking way.” Penelope says. “That’s Harry!”

Harry’s making drinks behind the bar, and Penelope goes right up, batting her lashes. He smirks and leans his forearms on the bar.

“What can I get for you, beautiful?”

“Two Grateful Deads, please.”

“You got it.” Harry makes up the drinks, and gives them to Penelope and Ryan. “They’re on me.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Penelope says.

“I want to.”

“Here, then, how about a fat tip?” Ryan puts a ten dollar bill on the bar, and Harry happily takes it.

“Don’t think this is a bribe for a good grade, now.” Harry teases.

“Me? Never.” Ryan puts a hand up in defense. “Pen, I’m gonna go see if Alex is here. Are you good?”

“Mhm, go have fun.” She smiles, and turns back to Harry. “How do you have time to work here?”

“I just do.” He shrugs. “I’m only the TA for our class, and I’m only taking three grad classes this semester. Two of which are online asynchronous, so it’s fine. The stipend I get is just enough to cover housing and some other bills. This’ll help me not live paycheck to paycheck.”

“That’s smart.”

“You didn’t think I was stupid, did you?” He leans a little farther forward.

“Maybe a little, since you didn’t ask for my number right away.”

“I thought you and Luke were a legitimate item!” Harry laughs, standing back up straight.

“If that were the case, it would have been a little fucked up for us to have a threesome. And even more fucked up of me to choose you over him, don’t you think?”

“I guess, yeah.” He sees he’s getting waved down by someone for another round. “I have to tend to the customers. Stay here? I can chat between orders.”

“Okay.”

Penelope watches as Harry tends to the bar. She watches as other people try to flirt with him. She feels a tinge of jealousy, but she gets over it because she knows that no one else will have the chance to know him like she does.

“I’m surprised you’re not at some big house party.” Harry says to her a little later on.

“We stopped by a few places earlier to say hi, but now that we’re all of age it’s more fun to come down here where we don’t have to worry about the cops coming to shut the party down.”

“Very true.”

“So, are you going to work here all semester?”

“I don’t know yet. This was honestly just a summer gig. I think I might work through September, and then see. I’d like to have fun with my friends too.” He notices that Penelope’s glass is empty. “Do you want another?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Are you gonna take me home tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” She nods her head yes. “Alright.” He smiles.

“Then I’ll just have water. I don’t wanna be wasted if you’re going to fuck me.” Harry chuckles at that, and gets her some ice water. “Thanks.” She takes a big gulp. “I’m gonna go find Ryan and dance for a bit. What time do you get off, are you here ‘til close?”

“Nope.” Harry smiles. “I’m only on the clock for another hour. Go have fun, I’ll grab you later.”

Penelope smiles, takes her glass of water, and heads towards the dance floor. She finds Ryan, and he pulls her closer to dance with him. An hour or so later, Harry makes his way through the crowded dance floor, and finds Penelope. He taps her shoulder, and she turns around. He asks if she wants to dance and she nods, turning back around to press her ass against his pelvis. His hands grip her hips, and they move along to the music together.

“So, my place or yours?” Harry asks Penelope after a few songs. She chews on her bottom lip.

“Mine, then you won’t have to worry about walking me back when we’re done.” She grins.

“Smart.” He drapes his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pressed into his side. “Ryan, we’re gonna head out, are you good?”

“Yeah! See you later.” Ryan smiles. He was dancing with Alex, so he was perfectly content.

Penelope and Harry make their way out of the bar, and to her apartment. She keys inside the building, and leads Harry up two flights of stairs before reaching their destination. She puts a finger up to her lips, signaling to him that he needs to be quiet. Her other roommates could easily be back and asleep, and she didn’t want to wake them. They walk quietly, yet with a purpose, to Penelope’s bedroom. Once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. He comes up to her, pressing her gently against the door, and slotting his mouth over hers.

“You still want to?” Harry asks as he kisses a trail to her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, I want to. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Harry pauses his kissing to step back and look at her with raised eyebrows. “I…I mean, like, that night…I’ve wanted you to fuck me again for a while. Shit, did I just ruin it?”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He smiles softly at her. “I’m just surprised, is all. I barely got to do half of the shit I wanted with you, and yet I was still able to leave a lasting impression.”

“You know your dick is big.” Her face flushes.

“Was that the only memorable part?” He presses his thigh between hers, causing her to grunt.

“No.” Truth be told, Penelope couldn’t get a single part of him out of her mind since that night. Every kiss, every touch, every moan…there was just something so alluring about Harry, and she had wanted him again desperately. “Please, I…don’t tease me right now. I’m too riled up for that.”

“Ah, so you just want it hard and fast tonight, is that it?”

“Yes.” She tugs on the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down to her to kiss. She bites down and sucks on his bottom lip. “Please, Harry.”

He cups her jaw, licking into her mouth, then tugs her back to her bed. They both fall on top of it, and fumble around to get their clothes off. He nips at various parts of her breasts and chest, working his way down to between her legs. Her back arches as his tongue licks a fat stripe up her slit. He spits down on her pussy, then licks over her clit, swirling his tongue around the small bud. Penelope fists at her blankets, and grits her teeth. Harry rubs his fingers around her entrance before slipping his index and middle inside. She squirms a bit from the intensity of it all. His mouth is making a mess of her clit while his fingers thrust in out of her in search for her g-spot.

“Shit, right there!” She gasps, then claps her hand over her mouth.

Harry groans against her, feeling how wet he’s making her with what he’s doing. He can feel her tightening around his fingers. He wonders if she’ll squirt again like she did the last time he was between her legs like this. He hopes she does, it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. A few more strokes of his fingers and she’s gushing. Harry quickly removes his fingers from inside her, and rubs her clit rapidly. He has to use his other hand to hold one of Penelope’s legs down so she won’t close them. Her comforter is soaked. She thinks he’s going to give her a moment to catch her breath when he takes his hand away, but she gasps when she feels his hot mouth back on her, licking away at the mess she made.

“Does that happen a lot?” Harry asks her as he kisses his way back up her body.

“No.” She reaches into her side table for a condom, and hands it to him. “It’s only happened one time prior to you, and then it didn’t happen again until you. It’s sort of embarrassing…”

“Are you kidding?” He rips the foil packet open and slides the condom on his hard cock. “I’ve only ever seen that happen in porn. I have to say, the real thing is way hotter than watching it happen on a screen.” He pecks her lips as he lines himself up with her. “I like knowing that I’m making you feel that good.” He pushes inside of her, and they both groan. “Did…did Luke ever…was he the first person-“

“It happened while I was touching myself one night, okay? And that was like two years ago, and then it didn’t happen again until you fingered me from behind during the threesome. Can we move on?” She says, rolling her hips up to his to get him to start moving.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk to me.” Harry gives her a sharp thrust. “Thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do, but you’re making it difficult.” She huffs. “Don’t bring up Luke, or anyone else.”

Harry nods, and starts giving her hard and fast strokes. He takes her wrists, and presses them down on either side of her head. She’s breathing heavily, desperately trying to stay as quiet as she can. She knows the walls of her apartment are thin, and knows how annoyed she’d be if the shoe were on the other foot. Harry releases one of her wrists so he can hook an arm under one of her knees so he can drive it in deeper.

“Oh, God.” Penelope throws her head back into her pillow.

“Like that?” He grunts into her ear. “So fucking deep.”

“Yes.” She gets a fist full of his hair, and presses him further into her neck. He sucks on the tender skin, causing her to let out an elongated moan. She bites down on his shoulder to try to keep herself quiet.

Harry moves to sit up on his knees, gripping her hips to raise them up a bit. He holds onto her tight as he grinds his cock in and out of her. She reaches to rub her clit, but looks him in the eyes first as if to ask if it was okay. He nods rapidly, grabbing her hand to place it where she needs it most, and she starts touching herself. Harry’s mouth falls open as he watches the scene before him. Penelope bites down on her other palm to muffle the sounds of her cries and screams as she comes around Harry’s cock. He spills into the condom shortly after, and comes down to her to kiss her over and over. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as they explore each other’s mouths. Once their breathing evens out a bit more, Harry pulls out of her.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at her. “That was great.”

“Yeah.” She smiles at him. “I’ve got a small trash bin by my desk.” She points over to it.

“Right.” He nods, and gets off her bed. He disposes of the condom, then starts to put his clothes back on. Penelope throws on an extra-large bed shirt. “So…you good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright before I left.”

“Harry, it’s not like you whipped me and called me a whore.” She laughs. “I’m all set, you can go.”

“Alright.” He laughs too. “I’m glad you came to the bar tonight. I was going to text you, but then I didn’t because I didn’t know if you had class tomorrow morning or not.”

“I don’t have classes on Fridays, actually.”

“Good to know.” He pecks her lips, and opens her bedroom door to leave.

Penelope goes down the hall to use the bathroom, and go through her nightly routine. She drinks a little bit of water, then goes back to her room. She yanks the comforter off her bed, and sighs with relief when she sees the wet spot didn’t seep through to her other blankets and sheets. She slips into bed and gets comfortable. It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.

//

During the day Friday, after sleeping in, Penelope goes to the library with Ryan to get a jump on some homework. There wasn’t a ton of stuff assigned since it was syllabus week, but Penelope had an easier time reading her academic texts at the library, and so did Ryan. Novels she could read just fine in her bedroom. The two dove into how their nights ended: Penelope took Harry home, and Alex took Ryan home. All in all, they both had a good night.

“So, when are you going to tell Jessa and Naomi about Harry?” Ryan asks her.

“Probably tonight when we have our movie night.”

“I can’t wait to watch Mystic Pizza.” Ryan sighs happily. “I love our little traditions.”

“Me too.” Penelope smiles.

//

That night, Penelope, Ryan, Jessa, and Naomi all get comfortable in their living room to watch their movie. They have drinks, pizza, and cookies - nothing could be better. Penelope tells the girls about Harry, not naming him, but that she has acquired a new fuck buddy.

“Ohh, so that’s who I saw sneaking out of here last night. I got up to grab a late night snack, and I heard the door open and close.” Jessa says.

“Sorry, we tried to be as quiet as we possibly could.” Penelope explains. “I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“No worries.” Naomi smiles. “Glad you got yours. The party we ended up at was full of gross people, so we left.”

“Yeah, and then we were too exhausted to go anywhere else.” Jessa shrugs.

About halfway through the movie, Penelope feels her phone buzz next to her thigh. Normally, she wouldn’t look at her phone during a roomie night, but she was curious to see who was texting her at 10PM.

Harry: wyd

Penelope: watching a movie with my roomies, wbu

Harry: just got home from the bar…wanna come over?

Penelope: I can’t…it’s roomie night, we’re watching a movie

Harry: come over after the movie

Penelope: I’m not going to walk by myself to god knows where at night

Harry: can’t Ryan walk you?

Penelope: I’m sure he would if I asked, but I’m not going to because it’s not his job

Penelope: If you want me to come over then you can come and get me

Harry: jfc fine! What time???

Penelope: idk whenever the movie ends, I’ll text you

Harry: don’t make me wait too long

Penelope rolls her eyes, and puts her phone down. She really didn’t want to leave her friends, and she was hoping for just a chill night. They didn’t technically have other plans after the movie, but usually they would watch another, maybe do their nails, and drink a little more. She didn’t want to ditch them.

“Hey, uh…after the movie’s over, would you guys be mad if I went to go hook up?” Penelope asks the group.

“Why would we be mad?! Did fuck buddy text you?” Jessa asks.

“Yeah, but I won’t ditch if you all want me to stay afterwards.”

“I have to get up early for field hockey, so I was planning to crash after the movie.” Naomi says.

“And I have an early shift at the coffee shop.” Ryan says. “Do you need me to walk you there?”

“No, he said he’d come get me. Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, please.” Jessa scoffs. “As if we’d ever cock block. It was nice of you to consider all our feelings, though.”

“Always.” Penelope smiles. She really does have a great circle of people around her.

After the movie’s over, Penelope texts Harry that he can come get her. She puts a small tote bag of things together for herself in case she ends up spending the night. She sure as shit wasn’t going to walk back by herself. Harry texts her that he’s outside, and off she goes. She doesn’t see anyone out on the street, just a car, so she walks up to it. She sees Harry in the driver’s seat, and she opens the door to get in.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hey.” He smiles back. He’s dressed more casually tonight, donning a pair of grey joggers and a white tee shirt. He pulls onto the street, and makes his way to his building.

“Are you way off campus, or…?”

“Nah, I live in the grad student housing complex. It’s sort of like a townhouse, which is nice. I share it with three other people.”

“I never asked before, but how old are you?”

“I’ll be twenty-four in February, why?”

“Just wondering.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Did you take a gap year between undergrad and grad?”

“Yeah, I wanted to work for a bit so I could have some time to figure out what I wanted to do next. I kind of just want to get paid to read, so when I was looking into different programs, the one at this school caught my eye. The grad program here has a smooth transition into the doctorate.”

“That’s so cool. I feel like once I graduate I’m never going back to school.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to be a writer. I…I like writing creatively, fiction mostly. Too bad you don’t want to get into publishing, you could read while I write.” She jokes, and it makes him chuckle.

“I actually thought about going into publishing, but then I realized I’d have to read books I don’t really give a fuck about, and then marketing comes into play, and I really don’t give a fuck about that.”

“So, basically doing more schoolwork allows you to just read whatever, whenever?”

“Pretty much.” Harry pulls into a parking space, and leads her to his building. “All of my roommates are out, by the way. They like to go to the bar on Fridays since they know all you undergrads tend to stay in on Friday nights.” He smirks, and keys into the house. “And for even more convenience, three of the bedrooms are upstairs, and mine is on the ground level. So, either way, we have a little more privacy, and I have my own bathroom.”

“Damn, how’d you get so lucky?”

“I moved in first over the summer, so I already established my room and all that. The others didn’t seem to mind.” Harry puts his hand on the small of Penelope’s back to lead her to his bedroom. He flips the light on and closes the door behind them. “Here we are.”

“Nice.” She says as she kicks her Crocs off. “Not a total pit.”

“I clean up after myself. I’m not a pig.”

“You just never know what you’re going to walk into at a guy’s place.” She sees a book case stacked with all different types of books.

“What are you looking for?” He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder.

“Just wanted to make sure there isn’t a copy of Catcher in the Ryeanywhere.” She looks up over her shoulder at him. “I can’t have a Holden Caulfield apologist on my hands.”

Harry bursts out laughing at that, and gives her playful shove.

“Definitely won’t find a copy of that book on my shelves. I hated that they made us read that in high school.”

“What was one of your favorites that they made you read?” Penelope asks as she crawls onto Harry’s bed. He sits down next to her, throwing his arm around her so she can cuddle up next to him.

“Hmm…I enjoyed Lord of the Flies, I think. This may sound stupid, but I didn’t read much in high school. I fell in love with it in college because of some random gen ed I took freshman year. Changed my major from Business Administration to English after my first semester. What about you?”

“That’s not stupid at all. I’m actually not the biggest fan of reading myself. I much prefer to write. I like short stories, and stuff like that. I’m a slow reader, and I hate super descriptive books, I’d rather read dialogue, you know? Nothing like some good subtext.”

“So, what does it take for a story to really suck you in? What makes you sit down and read?”

“I love a good, like, enemies to lovers, or even friends to lovers. Basically, two idiots that if they just talked out their feelings so much shit could have been avoided.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of genre, not so much a trope.” Harry chuckles.

“The genre doesn’t matter to me as long as it has the tropes I like. I hate reading a book thinking something is going to happen, and then it doesn’t. It’s like eating something with a bad after taste. I wanna know straight up what I’m getting into, and then I’ll be more than happy to strap in for the ride.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin the ending if you know the couple will end up together?”

“Not at all! Just because I know what the destination is going to look like doesn’t mean I know the journey. I wanna know how they get to be lovers, and a little bit of what happens next.”

“I’m guessing you mostly stick to romance novels?”

“I guess you could call them that.” She looks up at him and smiles. “Sometimes I like reading a story that just has a good fuck scene in it.”

“Ah, so you prefer to read your porn, rather than watch it.”

“I like having context.” Penelope moves to straddle Harry. His hands rub up and down her thighs.

She cups his jaw and leans in to kiss him. She didn’t come over to talk, after all. Harry adjusts them so they can sit a little more comfortably. Penelope licks into his mouth, and molds her tongue to his. He tasted like mint, and it just made her kiss him harder. His arms wraps around her body, pulling her closer to him. She rolls her hips down onto his, and a slow grind forms between the two of them. She pulls back for a moment and smiles shyly.

“It’s, uh, it’s a little quiet in here. Could you maybe put some music on for some background noise?” She asks.

“Sure.” Harry grabs his phone and opens Spotify, putting on a random playlist before gripping her chin to kiss her again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

They continue to kiss and grind, sinking further into the mattress until Harry’s laying down flat on his back with Penelope on top of him. Both of their lips are swollen at this point, and Harry’s cock is throbbing. He rolls them both onto their sides so they’re facing each other. He reaches for the waistband of her leggings, and looks up at her.

“Wanna touch me while I touch you?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She nods, and presses her lips back to his.

She blindly reaches inside his joggers, palming his erection over his boxer-briefs. She wriggles a little closer to him so there’s less of a strain on her arm. Harry’s hand slips inside her leggings, and her thong, cupping her pussy. He grunts when he feels how wet she is, and slides his middle finger up inside her.

“Already so wet for me.” He says against her lips.

She hums her response as she pulls Harry’s cock out of his underwear. She grips him, and slides her hand up over his tip. She rubs her thumb over his slit, and whimpers at the feeling of his precome.

“So are you.” She looks up at him through her lashes. She slings her leg up over his hip so he can have more access to her. He slides two more fingers inside her. “Holy fuck.” She moans.

“Like the way that feels?” He nuzzles his nose to hers.

“Mhm, feels so good. Stretching me out so much.”

“Opening up so nice for me. Gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Fuck, yes.” She scooches closer to him, getting her other hand inside his pants so she can cup his balls, massaging them gently.

“Oh my god.” Harry pulls his hand away from her, and pushes her on her back. He wriggles out of his bottoms, and yanks her leggings and thong off of her. “I’m gonna eat you out, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” She bites her bottom lip as Harry spreads her legs apart. “You really like doing that, huh?” She says just as Harry was starting to suck on her pussy. He pops off of her and smirks.

“I’m really into oral pleasure. Anyone can stick their dick in you and fuck you, it actually takes some talent and effort to get someone off with their mouth and fingers.” His thumb rubs slow, hard circles into her clit. “Don’t you think?” He slides his three fingers back inside of her, and brings his lips down to her clit. He looks up at her as he sucks on it.

“Shit, Harry.” Her mouth falls open as she makes eye contact with him. She was so turned on by him. Her hips raise and lower with each pump of his fingers.

“Come on, Penelope, give it to me.” He says, pumping his fingers even faster. He uses his other hand to rub her clit rapidly. “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“H-Harry, I…I can never tell when it’s gonna happen it just happens.” She squirms under him, trying to close her legs, but Harry keeps them open. “I don’t wanna make a mess of your bed.”

“I don’t care about that. I want you to feel so fucking good. Just let go, be a good girl, yeah?”

That’s what pushes Penelope over the edge, soaking Harry’s fingers in the process. He pulls them out of her and immediately attaches his mouth to her pussy. He rubs her clit more to get more from her. Penelope thrashes underneath him, unable to handle the intensity of her orgasm. Harry pops off of her, and sits back on his feet as he catches his breath. He takes his shirt off, and yanks Penelope up onto her bum so he can take hers off as well. He wraps his lips around one of her nipples while his hand kneads her unoccupied breast.

“Harry, can I suck on you for a bit?” She asks him, almost lightheaded.

“Course you can.” Harry switches positions with her so he’s laying on his back.

Penelope kisses her way down his long torso, admiring the ink on his skin. The head of his cock is red, almost angry. She grips him, and licks a stripe up his shaft. She flits her tongue over his leaky tip. It’s a heady taste, but she doesn’t mind too much. How could she? She essentially squirted into his mouth, and he licked up every last drop. The least she could do was give him some good head. She suckles on his tip, getting plenty of spit on it so she can pump his shaft more comfortably. She uses her other hand to cradle his balls. Harry throws his head back, making the prettiest sounds. He sounds desperate and needy, and it was making Penelope even stickier between her thighs.

“Pen, I don’t wanna come yet.” He gasps just as she was about to suck on one of his balls. He yanks her up by her bun. “Please, it felt so good, but I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Oh…can you not, uh, bounce back that fast?” She blinks at him. Her lips are so puffy and swollen, and she still has some spit on the corners of her mouth. Harry thinks she looks really cute.

“It’s not that.” He chuckles. “Delayed gratification is more satisfying.” He sits up and licks his lips. “What do you wanna do now?”

“I…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna keep doing this? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh! Yeah, I want you to fuck me now…please.”

“Alright, c’mere.”

Harry reaches for a condom out of his bedside table, and rolls it on. Penelope straddles him, and lines herself up to sink down onto him. She bites down on her bottom lip as she gets adjusted. Her nails dig crescents into Harry’s shoulders. Penelope rolls her hips forward to grind against Harry properly. His hips match hers, creating the perfect rhythm between them. He grabs her by the back of the neck, and pulls her forward to kiss him. She moans into his mouth when she feels his other hand on her clit, rubbing precise circles with his fingers. His lips move from her mouth to her collar bones, nipping and sucking at various spots. Penelope’s head falls back, and Harry takes the opportunity to suck on one of her breasts. Both of his hands move to grope and squeeze at her ass. She whimpers at him, missing the attention on her clit. She forgets all of her troubles when Harry thrusts up and hits a specific spot.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Oh, my god. Don’t stop, shit, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? Am I hitting it?” Harry smirks, helping her bounce on and off his cock harder.

“Yes, fuck.” Her nails scratch harshly at his shoulders and chest.

“Who fucks you better than I do, Baby?”

“No one.” She pants.

“Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

“You are.” Her eyes are teary. “Please, can I come?”

Harry nods yes, and Penelope lets go. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Harry sucks a bruise into her exposed neck. She tightens around him as she comes, pushing him over the edge, spilling into the condom. Penelope presses her lips to Harry’s, sharing a kiss that eases both of their heartbeats. Harry lifts Penelope off of him gently, and sets her down.

“You, um, you said you have your own bathroom?” She asks shyly.

“Yeah, it’s through that door.” He says as he throws the condom away.

“Awesome, um, I’ll just need a few minutes to clean up, and then you can drive me back if you want.”

Harry turns to look at her, now in a pair of boxer-briefs. He looks at the time on his digital clock and he sighs heavily.

“You can spend the night if you want.”

“No, it’s okay. I know…I know you don’t really want me to.” She grabs her clothes and quickly makes her way into his bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later, and Harry’s thrown on a sweatshirt and his grey joggers from before.

“You brought a bag with you, I figured you wanted to stay.” He shrugs, grabbing his keys.

“I didn’t realize you’d be driving. I wasn’t going to walk back by myself.”

“I wouldn’t have made you do that.” They both make their way out to his car, and he drives her back to her apartment. “Thanks for coming by tonight, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Penelope smiles. “Thanks for the ride.” She leans in, and they both smile into the kiss.

“Well, goodnight.”

“Night.” She gets out of his car, and notices that he doesn’t pull away until she’s inside.

//

Saturday night, Ryan gets invited to an ABC party at one of the fraternity houses. He used to fuck one of the guys when he was only a pledge. An ABC party means “Anything But Clothes”, so you have to be a little creative with what you put on. Ryan put some fun duct tape over a pair of boxers for himself, and helped Penelope with a towel dress.

“Are you sure this will stay up? I wanna be comfortable.” Penelope says to him.

“If you want, I could tape up a pair of spandex shorts for you.”

“I’m already wearing a pair under the towel. I’m just afraid it’ll unravel.”

“Oh! What if instead of a towel, you put on an apron? That could be sexy. I can help you tape up your boobs for support.”

“But the shorts wouldn’t be hidden.”

“No one’s going to police you for wearing a pair of spandex shorts.” Ryan rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll wear an apron.”

Once they both feel comfortable in their outfits, they make their way to the frat house. Did they look a little silly? Sure, but they didn’t care. It was plenty dark out, and there were people wearing all sorts of things. They go up the steps of the house, and are let in. They say hello to a few people, then make their way to the kitchen for drinks. Penelope just sticks with hard cider since she knew they weren’t open prior. This frat wasn’t known for doing stupid shit, but Penelope wasn’t the type to let her guard down either.

The music is good, Ryan and Penelope dance where everyone else is. It’s a fun party, and they’re both glad they came. They both try not to drink too much too quickly because the bathrooms at any frat house are usually disgusting.

“Penelope, is that you?” A guy’s deep voice fills her ears. She turns to see an old friend, Kyle, standing behind her in a pair of shorts made out of a few different Bud Lite boxes.

“Hey!” She throws her arms around his neck, and hugs him loosely. “How was your summer?”

“Good, worked a lot. How about you?”

“Same here, worked a lot.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Nice shorts.” She smirks.

“Nice apron.” He smirks back, then squints at her neck. “You alright?” He brings his hand up to her throat and gently presses on the hickey she tried to cover up with his thumb.

“Huh? Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Um, just got myself good with my flat iron.” She takes his hand away.

“That doesn’t look like a burn…damn, are you seeing someone?”

“No…well, I’m not, notseeing someone. Why?”

“I was just hoping you’d be single.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I mean, I am, but-“

“Hey, Pen.” Harry comes over to them. Her eyes widen in shock. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks, and that’s it, besides shoes.

“Hi! What are you doing here?”

“I was a member of this fraternity at my other school. I’m the graduate chapter member on the exec board.”

“That’s so cool!” She smiles. “So, you know Kyle?”

“Yeah, a little.” He throws his arm around Penelope’s shoulders and looks at Kyle. “Having fun?”

“Uh, yeah, how do you two know each other?”

“I’m the TA for one of her classes. We actually met over the summer by chance, so we’re friends too.” He gives her shoulder a squeeze.

“That’s great, uh, we were sort of talking before you came over.”

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

“Harry, would you mind getting me another hard cider out of the fridge? I’m finished with this one.” She says to him.

“Sure.” He smiles, and leaves them.

“Sorry, what were we talking about?” Penelope says to Kyle. She remembered perfectly fine, but she wanted him to drop the topic. She didn’t want to fuck him. Why would she when Harry had the cock of her dreams?

“You know, I can’t remember either.” He chuckles nervously. “We should catch up soon, maybe grab a coffee?”

“I’d like that.”

Penelope makes her way to the kitchen where Harry is just getting her drink. She walks over to him, and takes the can out of his hand.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you at a frat party.” He says to her.

“Could say the same to you.” Penelope cracks open her cider, and takes a sip. She looks him up and down. “Cute bathing suit, but this is an ABC party.”

“A bathing suit isn’t clothing. It’s a whole other category. Your apron is cute, sexy even.” He loops an arm arm around her waist, and hoists her up to sit on the kitchen counter. “What do you have on underneath?”

“Not much, just my shorts.”

“You look really sexy.”

“So I’ve been told.” She smirks.

“By who, Kyle?” Harry rolls his eyes. “Was he trying to hit on you? I saw him touch your neck. That’s why I came over, normally I wouldn’t just interrupt someone while they’re talking to someone else.”

“He was.” She nods. “He’s been trying to get with me since sophomore year. We hooked up once, but I didn’t let him hit it again.”

“Why not?”

“He just didn’t do it for me.” She shrugs. “Plus, I’m pretty sure you mentioned something about if I didn’t want you to sleep with anyone else you wouldn’t, so I’m sure that same rule applies to me.”

“I did mention that, but we never finalized things. I’m happy to only sleep with each other, but I’m a needy guy. I might text you a lot.” He leans in, and starts kissing on her neck. She bites down on her bottom lip. “Might have to fuck you after class sometimes.” He licks over a spot before sucking on it. “Does that work for you.” He ghosts his lips over hers.

“Yes.” She swallows.

“Had you the last two nights, and it’s still not enough.” He presses his lips to hers, and she throws her arms around his neck. She opens her legs for him, and wraps them around his waist.

They aren’t the only people in the kitchen. There’s plenty going on around them, so it’s not like anyone is sparing them a second glance as they devour one another. He sucks on her bottom lip, then lets it go.

“We can’t do this here.” He says to her.

“Is there somewhere more private we can go?”

“I’m parked out back.”

“You drove here? What were you going to do later?”

“Drive? I wasn’t planning on getting belligerent.” He laughs. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said you were.” She mutters. “I’m not ready to leave the party yet. Can’t we stay a little longer and dance? Then we could-“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s one thing down at the bar, but someone else from class could be out there, you know?” He grabs her hips and helps her off the counter. “Grab me when you’re done, then I’ll take you home.”

“Are you sure? We could still go out to your car for a little fun.”

“Yeah?” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.”

Harry nods, and takes her hand to lead her through the house, and out the back door. There’s a number of cars parked on the grass in the backyard. Harry pulls his key out from one of the inside pockets of his swimsuit, and unlocks his car. They both climb into the backseat, and Penelope kisses down his chest. She gets him out of his swim trunks and immediately puts her mouth on him.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Harry groans, and pushes some hair out of Penelope’s face. “Wanted my cock in your mouth, huh?”

Penelope pops off him for a moment, spits onto his tip, then gets her mouth back onto him. She takes him down her throat as far as she can, and just holds him there. Her nose presses against his pelvis, and she moans around him. She pulls back and gets his head in the back of her cheek, and she starts to pump the rest of him.

“Feels so fucking good when you do that.” He throws his head back. “You’re gonna make me come.” Penelope pumps him faster while sucking on him harder. “Fuck, fuck!” He comes into her mouth, and she swallows every last drop. She sits back and watches his chest rise and fall. “God, you give good head.” He breathes and tucks himself back into his swimsuit. He sits up as well, and looks at her with hooded eyes. “So…you wanna go back inside?”

“No, I want you to take me home so you can fuck me.”

Harry grins, and they both make their way to front seats of his car. He keeps his hand on her thigh as he drives away. Penelope texts Ryan to let him know she’s safe, and that Harry is taking her home. When they get to her apartment, she has Harry wait in her room so she can un tape her boobs in privacy. She comes back into her room only wearing her apron. She comes over to the bed and situations herself onto his lap.

“Not to feed into a stereotype, but you look like a sexy housewife with this thing on.” Harry smirks.

“I do, don’t I?” She smirks back. “We could role-play if that’s something you’re into.”

“You get better by the second.” He pecks her lips, and slips a hand under the front of her apron to feel her cunt. “Aw, did I make you wet, Baby?”

“You make such pretty sounds when you come, I couldn’t help it.” She nips at his bottom lip. She gasps when she feels two of his fingers slide up inside her.

“Ride my fingers.” His thumb presses down on her clit. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Penelope whimpers, and does as Harry says. She rocks back and forth on his fingers. Harry’s thumb rubs circles into her clit. He wants to make her use him, but he can’t help himself.

“I wanna finger you from behind.” He tells her.

“Please.” Penelope gets off of him, and gets on all fours, still wearing the apron which is doing things to Harry that he can’t fully comprehend. “Would you…do you remember when we…um…”

“You want me to your ass out?” Harry says as he slips his fingers back inside her from behind.

“Yes.” She groans, arching her back more for him. “It felt really good that first time.”

“I know, you gushed all over my chest.” He bites into her ass cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m self-conscious about it.”

“Please, don’t be. It’s so fucking hot.” He licks over her hole. “Makes me feel like I’m doing something right, remember?”

Harry licks and sucks over her other hole while continuing to fuck her with his fingers from behind. Penelope clutches at her pillow, her knuckles turning white. She tightens around his fingers, and Harry groans into her. He pumps his fingers in and out, faster and harder, making Penelope gasp for air.

“Oh my god!” She pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re hitting it.” She grits her teeth and tries her best to stay quiet. She had no idea if Jessa and Naomi were home or not, and she also had neighbors to consider. She smooshes her face into her pillow, and cries out as she comes around his fingers. “Fuck.” She breathes as Harry pulls his fingers out of her. She turns onto her back and watches as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Penelope works to take her apron off, leaving her fully exposed to him. “Please, do whatever you want to me.”

Harry chuckles as he moves to hover over her, smearing his lips onto hers. She wraps her limbs around him, needing him to be especially close to her right now. He nips and sucks at her bottom lip before letting it go.

“I’m afraid that’s all I’m good for tonight.” He sighs, and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. I’m meeting with my group for this stupid project for one of my grad classes, and then I have a fuck ton of homework to do.” He stands up from her bed and looks at her. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide, but her brows are furrowed. “What?”

“You…you can’t just leave me like this, Harry.”

“Why not? I got off, and then so did you. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is…that wasn’t…” She grabs a blanket to cover herself as she collects her thoughts. “That was like a baby orgasm. I’m all revved up now, you can’t just leave.”

“Pen, I’m sorry, I wish I could stay longer, but I really can’t. I wasn’t even going to stay at that party long, it’s why I drove.” He leans down and kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be in one of these situations again real soon.” He winks, and leaves her sitting there, alone.

Penelope blinks a few times, in shock from what just happened. Was this part of his master plan? To leave her wanting more? She gets up, and goes down the hall to take a shower, she suddenly felt dirty, and not in a good way. Yes, she got hers, but she was expecting more. Had he just spoiled her the two nights prior? She scrubs her body angrily, and grumbles to herself as she gets back into bed. She left a perfectly fun party for a boy…a boy. Never had she ever done something like that just because of a boy. Who even was Harry if not just some guy? She could have stayed at the party, and told him he could have her another time. She won’t be making this mistake again.

//

Filled with utter embarrassment, Penelope uses Sunday as a recovery day, making sure to drink plenty of water. She decides to just get some homework done in the living room of her apartment. She doesn’t want to risk running into Harry at the library. Ryan brings her a wrap for lunch, and they both eat together. She tells him about the night prior, and asks for his opinion.

“Like, am I just being overly sensitive? One second he’s telling me that he can’t get enough of me, and the next he’s saying he’s had his fill and leaves. I felt…rejected.”

“I get where you’re coming from.” Ryan mulls over Penelope’s story. “It was nice of him to drive you back and do what he did.”

“Yeah, it was, but I feel like he only wanted to take me home so he could make sure no one else tried to fuck me. From the beginning, he mentioned he wouldn’t fuck anyone else, and we sort of agreed on that. Am I not trustworthy, or something?” She scoffs. “Maybe I should just end it with him before more red flags pop up. I’m not going to keep my vagina held hostage just because some guy wants to be possessive.”

“You’re, like, super worked up about this, huh?” Ryan frowns.

“I don’t know why. I feel like he made me come, and then he just split. Like…he didn’t wait to make sure I was alright.”

“Had he done that previously?” Penelope nods yes, and Ryan leans in to whisper. “Do you think you’re in a subspace?”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t like he…we didn’t…there was nothing done between us last night that would warrant that type of reaction from me. I’m never like this over a guy, I feel so stupid.”

“I think you should give him a piece of your mind, then. Go roll up on him.”

“I can’t, he said he was really busy today…I don’t want to show up and look insane. I’ll just ignore him in class tomorrow.”

“Ah, the passive approach. That never backfires.” Ryan says sarcastically, and Penelope shoots daggers at him. “All I know is that if he makes you this upset again, I’m kicking his ass.”

“I’d buy front row seats to that.” Penelope smiles. Ryan always had a way of making her feel better.

//

On Monday morning, Ryan and Penelope make their way to class. They stop for coffee first, of course, then go into the building where their course is being held. They take their seats, as well as the others that are filing in, and get settled. Penelope decided wear a V-neck crop top with a pair of compression cropped leggings. She plans to go for a long walk after class to get some steps in, but she also knows how good she looks in her athletic wear, and is using that to her advantage. She’s going to make Harry suffer today.

Professor Allen walks in with Harry, deep in a lively conversation. This is Professor Allen’s last week before going on her medical leave. A few stragglers come in and take their seats, then class gets started.

“Good morning! I hope you all had a nice weekend, and didn’t get into too much mischief.” Professor Allen greets the class, and gets the projector turned on. “We’re going to start discussing the various theorists we’ll be discussing, and the approaches we’ll be taking to analyze their work.”

“Oh, did you plan on participating from your hospital bed, Professor Allen? That’s so noble of you.” Harry jokes, and it makes everyone laugh, except for Penelope.

“I suppose I shouldn’t say we.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on, Harry, take it away.”

Harry smiles, and takes roll for class, saying each name, and checks them off. He gets to Penelope, and looks up as she says, “Here.” He furrows his brows when he sees her looking off towards the window, then continues taking roll.

“Okay, today we’re going to dive into feminism theory, this is personally one of my favorites to discuss.” Harry clicks on the slide switcher, and starts the presentation. Penelope can’t help but scoff under her breath, which makes Ryan chuckle to himself. “As a refresher, feminist theory combines elements of other theoretical models such as psychoanalysis, Marxism, poststructuralism, and deconstruction to interrogate the role of gender in the writing, interpretation, and dissemination of literary texts.” He clicks the button for the next slide. “Can anyone name off a few theorists in this subject?”

A few people spout off names, such as: Betty Friedan, Julia Kristeva, Judith Butler, Elaine Showalter, Carol Gilligan, and Adrienne Rich. Harry smiles and nods, clicking the button for the next slide. He starts by talking about Betty Friedan, and what her theories were. A lot of this was refresher information for the group, but everyone was secretly happy for it because it had been a while since all of them dove deep into theory like this. Harry continues to go over some of the major theorists’ theories on feminism in literature. Before long, it’s 10:15, which means class is over, and Harry dismisses everyone. He smiles and says goodbye to many of the students, waiting for Penelope to come up to him. Or at least he was hoping she would, but she doesn’t even spare him a glance. She simply walks out with Ryan in her cute little outfit. Harry gathers his things, says goodbye to Professor Allen, then rushes out to catch up with her.

“Penelope!” He raises his voice slightly to get her attention. Both her and Ryan look back at Harry, roll their eyes, then keep walking. Harry’s mouth falls open, and he stands there, stunned.

Was it a little immature? Maybe, but Penelope felt casted aside like an object, and she didn’t like feeling that way at all.

//

Harry tries to get some work done once he’s through with his own classes, but he’s too distracted. Penelope hadn’t answered the two texts he had sent, and what’s worse is that she left him on read. Her read receipts hadn’t been on for him before, but now they are. She wanted him to know she was ignoring him. He couldn’t figure out why exactly. He didn’t think he did anything wrong. He made sure to make her feel good on Saturday night. And he told her upfront that he’s not the type to call the next day. So what the fuck was her problem?

He wanted to just go over to her place, and bang on her door until she answered, but that’s probably what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to feed into whatever game this is. If something is bothering her, then she should just tell him. For the life of him, he can’t figure out what he did that pissed her off enough to ignore him. He texts her again.

Harry: hey, can you just tell me what I did? I don’t wanna play games with you

He thinks he’s worn her down when he sees the three little dots come up to signal that she’s typing. They leave and come back several times until all he’s left with from her is the read receipt. He sighs heavily, and tosses his phone elsewhere. Maybe it was too soon to start up a regular thing like this with someone. What could he have done to hurt her so badly? They don’t know each other that well, there’s no way she could have caught feelings just after a few nights of fucking…could she?

//

Wednesday morning was no different. Penelope was dressed a little less casually, but she still made sure to look extra cute. Harry’s lecture was about another literary theory, and the major theorists within it. Penelope takes her notes, genuinely interested in the content. It annoys her that Harry is just a naturally good lecturer. She could never teach, she’s just not charismatic enough, and she knows that about herself. If Professor Allen had been lecturing, the whole class would have been asleep, but Harry just has a way about him. The content excites him, and he’s able to crack jokes. Penelope didn’t laugh at a single thing he said, though. Every time he said something remotely funny, he looked at her and saw her mouth stay in a straight line. At the end of class, Harry announces he has cupcakes as a surprise for Professor Allen’s last class before her leave.

The class comes up to grab a cupcake. Some mingle with Professor Allen, and some leave after grabbing their treat. This is Harry’s chance. He watches as Penelope picks out her cupcake, and speaks up.

“Penelope, could you come to my office, please?” He asks her as professionally as he can.

“For what purpose?” She asks innocently, licking some of the frosting off of her cupcake. “It’s not like we’ve had anything due. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable meeting with you alone without a valid reason.”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t think so.” She smirks, and licks some more frosting off. “These are good, where’d you get them?”

“Market Basket.” He mutters.

“Hm, good to know their bakery isn’t shit.” She pops the cake portion into her mouth, and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. “Have a good weekend.”

Harry grabs his things, and follows her out of the classroom. Ryan had already left, so Penelope didn’t have him for backup. She knows he’s following her, so she walks a little faster out of the building. He ends up catching up with her, and pulls her aside to speak under one of the trees outside of the academic building.

“What?!” She shouts. “What do you want from me?”

“I wanna know what I did to piss you off. Purposefully leaving me on read? Being dismissive in class? You’re being awfully immature.”

“If I’m so immature then why bother with me?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Look, I obviously don’t know what I did, so can you just explain it to me so I don’t do it again?”

“You act like I’m going to fuck you again.” She laughs.

“Are you not going to?” He steps a little closer to her, hushing his tone. His features are softer now, and Penelope can see that he really doesn’t get it. She sighs, and closes her eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“You…you made me feel like an object on Saturday night.”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows raise. “How…how did I do that?”

“You find me at a party that I was having a perfectly good time at, basically tell another guy to stop talking to me, make out with me in the kitchen, take me to your car so I can blow you, which I was more than happy to do, and then you take me home. I’m sitting there thinking we’re really going to get it on, and all you do is finger me, and then tell me you can’t stay a little longer? I was obviously in a needy state, and you just…you just left, Harry.” Her eyes start to water a bit. “I don’t know why I got so worked up over it, but I did, and I just felt like I was this thing you could use whenever you wanted, like you own me. And I…I needed you to stay longer.” Her bottom lip trembles into a pout.

“I…Jesus, Penelope, I’m so sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I thought since I made you feel good you’d be fine with not…doing more that night. I never meant to make you feel like an object of mine.”

“I know it wasn’t intentional, but it still hurt my feelings. I could have stayed at the party and had a good time with my friends, but I chose to leave with you, and for what? So you could finger me and eat out my ass? And you didn’t even seem grateful for it. You were going to town on me, and didn’t even…I just felt really used.” She looks down at her sandals, her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. “I’m okay not doing sleepovers, I don’t need that from you, but if we do some less than conventional acts…I need you to stay a little longer.”

“Look at me.” He gently grips her chin, and tilts her face up. His hand moves to cradle her cheek. “Before me…had no one ever…like, eaten you out like that?” She shakes her head no. “Had you done any sort of bum stuff?” She shakes her head no again, and he sighs. “I’m sorry…I didn’t think you’d need extra comfort because you didn’t after you squir-“

“Shh!” She puts her hand over his mouth. “Not an outdoor word, you got it?” Harry nods yes and she lets him go. “I know you’re not a mind reader, but I thought it was clear that I was upset when you said you were leaving so soon.”

“I guess I just didn’t pick up on it.” He frowns. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to come off as needy, or make you think I wanted you to stay for a different reason.”

“I think…I think you and I need to have a conversation about aftercare.” He says quietly. “I would never intentionally send you into a space and leave you there if I knew…if I knew it would put you there, and then just leave.”

“I don’t think I knew it was going to send me into that space, and I guess I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Do you still feel like you’re there?” He caresses her cheek again, and she leans into it.

“Not anymore, no. I…I’m sorry for how I handled this.”

“Don’t apologize, I was the asshole. Just…next time if I do something that pisses you off, can you just tell me? I don’t want to play guessing games.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” She swallows. “Um, I need to get going to my next class.”

“Okay.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Can I see you tonight?”

“I’m busy tonight, and I have an early class tomorrow. Are you working at the bar tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’m doing the early shift though, so I can come meet up with you after if you want.”

“I’ll let you know where I’m at. I’m not sure what the plan for the weekend is just yet.”

“Sounds good.” He smiles softly. “Well, have a good class.”

“Thanks.” She returns his smile, and walks away. Harry sighs with relief.

He realizes now he needs to go do some personal research on how to take care of someone after having different types of sex. Well, he has to go to one of his grad classes first, and then he’ll go do some research.

//

“Three, two, one – shots!”

Jessa, Naomi, Ryan, and Penelope pregame together by doing tequila shooters. The four end up taking an Uber to a club about twenty minutes away for ladies night. A lot of the college kids come to this place, it’s a pretty popular spot. There’s drinking, dancing, and even a smoking area. Ladies drink for free on ladies night, so since Ryan shows up with three women, they get in easily.

The four dance and drink for a while, having a fun time just letting loose. The second week of classes brought a reality check for many students. Many professors didn’t hold back with their lectures and assignments once the semester really got rolling. This is why the students found different ways to let off steam once their weekends started. Some had kickbacks and played video games, some went bowling, some stayed in and FaceTimed their long distance besties, and others partied.

Penelope enjoyed letting loose by dancing every once in a while, and doing it for free on a Thursday didn’t sound bad at all. Something about getting dressed up and drunk was very appealing. The club was also off campus enough that if Harry were to meet up with Penelope, no one would be suspicious or care. So, about two hours into being there, she texted Harry to come join the fun, and he agreed.

“Hey!” He smiles when he locks eyes with her.

“Hi! Let me get you a drink! Mine are free.” Penelope smiles, and goes up to the bar to get Harry a drink. She returns and hands it to him.

“Thanks.” He smiles and takes a sip. She grabs one of his hands, twirls around, and presses her bum to his pelvis. “Eager.” He smirks, and kisses her cheek. “You look so fucking sexy tonight.” He moves along with her to the beat of the music.

“I know.” She looks up at him with a coy look on her face. “I always do.”

“Especially in class. You don’t make it easy for me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

After a few songs, the two find a booth to sit in, and drink some water. Penelope giggles at Harry’s stories from the bar. Eventually, she tugs on his shirt to have him kiss her. Their mouths were starved for one another.

There they were, having a sloppy make out session in a booth of a popular club. Harry kisses on Penelope’s neck, sucking a bruise into it. She clings to him, biting down on her bottom lip to help suppress any noise. She didn’t want to be too obvious. He pops off her, and slots his mouth back onto hers. Their tongues meet, and things get a little sloppier. Their chins get wet with spit, but neither of them care.

“Fuck, I’m so hard.” He presses his forehead to hers. She takes one of her hands and feels up his crotch.

“Yeah, you are.” She palms him a bit, and he whimpers.

“Don’t tease.”

“I’m not trying to.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you “Order us an Uber, I’m ready to go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, my feet hurt anyways. Can we go to mine?”

“Sure.” He smiles, and opens his phone to the app.

Penelope lets her friends know she’s leaving with Harry before going outside with him to go wait for the car. It pulls up, and they get into the backseat. Penelope cups his jaw and kisses him. Harry wasn’t usually one to make out in the backseat of a car like this, but he admittedly missed Penelope. He didn’t like knowing what it felt like to be iced out by her. So, he kisses her back, not giving a fuck about the driver. They weren’t being vulgar, or anything, which was nice of them. The twenty minutes in the car flew by, and then they were off to Penelope’s bedroom. She sends her friends a quick text that she was home safe with Harry before pulling him back in for another kiss. Harry kicks her door closed, and guides her over to the bed. They fall on top of it and giggle.

“Tell me how you want it, Penelope.” He says into her ear, causing goosebumps to pimple on her skin. One of his hands starts to knead her breast over the top of her dress.

“I…I…don’t want to make any decisions.” Harry moves to look at her. “I want you to just…I want you to decide everything, and I’ll tell you if I like it or not. It was such a long week, I just want to clear my head.”

“I think I can help with that.” Harry grins, and pecks her lips.

He hikes the skirt of her dress up, and grips her thong to pulls down her legs. They both work to get themselves naked before coming back to one another. Harry buries his head between Penelope’s breasts, kissing on both of them and tweaking her nipples. Soft gasps escape her lips as her nails scratch down his back. Harry kisses his way down her torso, nips at the plushier parts of her belly, then gets his head between her legs.

“Wait! Uh, you don’t have to do that. I was dancing for a while…”

“Oh, Baby, relax.” Harry says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do…I just didn’t want you to think you had to.”

Harry looks at her as he licks up over her slit. He continues his eye contact with each long stroke of his tongue over her. He suckles on her clit, letting spit dribble down to her cunt. His middle finger slowly slides inside of her, and Penelope groans. His tongue and mouth stay on her clit while his finger pets against her front wall, continuing to look at her. Penelope’s back arches off the bed as she comes undone. Harry sucks his finger into his mouth, and moves to hover over her.

“Condom?” He asks her, and she blindly reaches into her bedside table for one, handing it to him. Harry rolls it on, and lines himself up. “You sure?”

“Mhm, yeah, please put it in.” She nearly begs him.

Harry pushes inside of her, and buries his face into her neck. She’s just as tight and warm as ever. He rocks in and out of her slowly, getting a rhythm going without getting too excited. She deserves a long session tonight. Her nails dig into the meat of his ass to pull him closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, giving her clit the attention it desperately needs.

“Well, aren’t you greedy?” He smirks.

“Shut up.” She grits her teeth. “Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

“Thought I was in charge?” He pouts, mocking her.

“You…you are.”

“Then shouldn’t you ask if you can do something before you do it?”

“No, you should just let me do what I wanna do, and let me use your cock as my own personal plaything!” She shouts, feeling her orgasm start to build up. Harry’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he bears down harder, and gives her what she needs. “Oh, fuck, just like that!” She grinds herself up against him and gasps as she comes around his cock. Harry rolls them both over quickly so she can be on top. He crosses his arms beneath his head and lays there under her. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to use me, so use me.” He smirks. “I’ll just be right here enjoying the show.”

“You’re not going to move?”

“Nope, don’t see why I should when it’s you who knows best. Get off as many times as you want, Baby.”

“You’re punishing me.” She frowns, but starts rocking back and forth on him.

“Actually, I’m giving you exactly what you said you wanted, so be grateful.” Penelope rolls her eyes, but before she can do anything else, Harry reaches for her and squeezes her cheeks with his thumb and fingers. “Do that again, and then I’ll have to really punish you.”

“You don’t have the guts to punish me.” She laughs. Harry goes to make a smart remark but he stops himself, and instead sits up. He’s still inside of Penelope, but she stops her movements. “What is it?”

“We need to pause for a second, this is getting…we need to talk about all of this. Like, if we get into more of this explicit shit then we need a safe word, and I need to know what your limits are.” He tucks some loos strands of hair behind her ear. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’ve never really been like this with someone before. I never let Luke…I’ve never let anyone touch or talk to me the way you do.”

“That makes me feel really good.” Harry smiles fondly, and gives her hips a squeeze. “You can pick the safe word if you want. What’s something easy that you’ll be able to remember?”

“Um…I don’t know.” She squeezes around him. “Can we finish first, and then talk about all of this? We can keep it tame for now, I promise.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

He kisses her, and thrusts up inside her. Penelope moans into Harry’s mouth, and starts getting a rhythm going that allows her to bounce on and off his cock. He snakes a hand in between them so he can rub at her clit. She kisses on his neck, biting and sucking where she pleases, until they’re both coming and gasping for air. The two get cleaned up, and lounge on Penelope’s bed. Harry’s in his boxers, and Penelope is wearing an oversized tee shirt, her favorite thing to sleep in.

“So…you’d be into doing things to me?” She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip.

“Sure, I think it’s been clear from the beginning that I’m down for almost anything. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “This is so new to me, I’m used to just kind of…going with the flow. You’ve turned me into this whiny brat, I’m never like that in bed.”

“And you’re too cute for your own good.” He pinches at her side and she giggles. “Do you want to be spanked?”

“Maybe? But not in a…like, if you’re doing me from behind, spank me until my ass is red, but I don’t want to be bent over your knee, you know?”

“So…you calling me daddy…?”

“Harry, you’re like two years older than me, you are so not daddy.” Penelope laughs.

“A man can dream.” He sighs, pulling her closer into his side. “If we’re going to get into some of the heavier things, then I think we should spend the night once in a while. I can’t leave you if you haven’t fully come back, you know?”

“I’d be okay with that. Just…every once in a while, though, not all the time.”

“What else do you wanna try?”

“Um, I might be open to more butt stuff. What you’ve done so far has felt good.”

“Are you serious? Because I know a great sex shop that sells all different types of butt plugs, and they’re great.”

“Oh?” She laughs from excitement. “Have you used any on yourself before?”

“Well…yeah.” He blushes slightly. “Luke wasn’t the first guy I’ve fooled around with. We could each wear a plug, it’d be so sexy if you fucked me with a strap-on some time.”

“You’d…you’d be into me doing that?”

“I’ve done it before, it feels insanely good when it’s done right.”

“Harry…do you think this is too much for two people who are just fucking?”

“Are you saying you want more from me? Because I really don’t have time to be anyone’s boyfriend right now. I’m sure you’d be a great girlfriend-“

“No, shut up, that’s not what I was getting at.” She shakes her head. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about what this is.”

“We’re friends with benefits.”

“Yes, exactly.” She sighs, and nestles in closer to him. “Would you…could this be one of the nights you sleep over? I…I think I need to cuddle with you for a bit.”

“I’d be happy to.”

#magnet and steel #magnet & steel #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles series #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff

[torithehoshi]

I thought about the Pokemon Sun Pokedex entry for Magneton, because it's one of my favorite dex entries and how a few times, I thought about it with HMS because - you know. Three of them. Although the general idea of drawing them as Magnemite and Whole as a Magneton was also funny so uh. Here.

This is the entry by the way:

Why does Whole suddenly become a shiny Magneton when they all evolve?

When Harmonia shines or something--

#Tori's Doodles of Mellarky #Chonny Jash #CCCC #Pokemon #Magnemite #Magneton #I swear to God I'll draw more serious stuff eventually but I love doodling silly things like this #I'm lying about the reason why Whole's a shiny Magneton btw #It's actually because I thought the magnet ends were black and white but. They weren't. #I was going too far with the bit though so. I didn't think of 'Harmonia shines' until I was typing this #Also in all seriousness I think if Mind were a Pokemon trainer he'd have a Magnezone #I was reading other dex entries and it matches at least some theming or at least themeing i see with Mind #Primarily the ones about storms. Pretty neat #Also it was surprisingly hard to draw this many circles #Do you think Mind would prefer psychic types electric types or steel types #Oh no now I'm thinking of a Pokemon AU again

[front-facing-pokemon]

#beldum #i'm still not really sure what this thing is. maybe i just am not very handy with tools because i imagine this guy is supposed to be some #kind of tool. given. steel-type and their general shape. but i could not fathom which Flavor of tool they're supposed to be #or maybe they're just. a metal rod. y'never know maybe this thing is just a strange object. the pokédex entries do seem to suggest they are #lots of magnets happening here. one eye. that's their only perception of the world beyond like. magnetic forces. and they can just float #i dunno. shoutouts

[andro-dino]

the autism is autisming right now

bonus

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade shogun steel #beyblade zero g #super bomberman r #red bomber #captain arrow #this is cringe this is me being cringe /pos #no one understands this but me but they would be besties #they are literally the same #them and magnet would be a force of sheer chaos #also along this same line #I think karura would get along with magnet and phantom #also also #sbr2 is making me give all my gijinkas new outfits. which for most of them involves giving them jackets for some reason #red got hit with my windbreaker beam #I love windbreakers dude

[confettieparfait]

taking a moment to appreciate all the cute stuff in fnaf sb collectors edition !

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #i think it's so cute #even tho it is so very expensive #i love the steel box for the game of freddy n gregory holding hands #THE SUN N MOON PLUSHIE #crappy mr hippo fridge magnet #i need u #i love fnaf so much #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf figures #sun and moon #daycare attendent #glamrock freddy #glamrock monty #glamrock chica #glamrock roxanne #EVEN THEIR SIGNATURES ON DA THING AA SO CUTE

[toweronatower]

One of my favorite little guys - really puts the "mite" in magnemite.

#magnemite #pokemon #pokemon red #pokemon blue #kanto region #steel #electric #steel type #electric type #magnet #screw #pokemon fanart #digital art #my art #medibang #fanart #artist on tumblr #medibang paint #artists on tumblr #lineless art #art

[tfc2211]

Sabrina The Teenage Witch™ (The Album) (1998)

Backing Vocals – Lindsey Buckingham, Matthew Sweet, Susanna Hoffs Bass – Tony Marisco Guitar – Lindsey Buckingham, Matthew Sweet Piano – Brian Kehew Written-By – Walter Egan

#Matthew Sweet #Magnet & Steel

[swainathan]

Kicking off a new project with a classic pokemon family!

#pokemon #digital art #my art #art #nintendo #pokemon art #digital painting #sketch #sinnoh #kanto #clip studio paint #steel type #electric type #magnemite #magneton #magnezone #antique #vintage #retro #magnets #pkmn #pkmn dppt #pkmn rby #pkmn art #pkmn frlg #Eidosreplicara

[horrororman]

🔪More #horror films that were released on February 18th...

The Magnetic Monster (1953). #scifi #sciencefiction

The Ghost (1965)(Dallas, TX). #BarbaraSteele

Pitch Black (2000).

Bloody Murder 2: Closing Camp (2003).

#horror #horror movies #horror movie #The Magnetic Monster #the ghost #Barbara Steele #pitch black #Bloody Murder 2: Closing Camp

[splooosh]

“and DIE!”

Joe Kubert

#Wonder Woman #Johnny Quick #Liberty Belle #Magnetic Marauder #All Star Squadron #Firebrand #Steel #Robotman

[randompokemonfacts]

Hiiii can we get a magnemite fact pretty please?

Of course, I would be more than happy to!

- Professor Dexter

Pokémon that was requested: Magnemite!

Did you know that Magnemite will gather in places where electricity is available? This Pokémon attaches itself to power lines to feed on electricity, and if your house has a power outage, check your circuit breakers. You may find a large number of Magnemite clinging to the breaker box!

Prior Post about Magnemite

#magnemite #magnet pokemon #electric pokemon #steel pokemon #electric/steel pokemon #gen 1 pokemon #pokemon #pokemon facts #requested pokemon facts #pokemon research #professor dexter #pokemon repeat

[vinehasnohopeleft]

I was attempting draw Steel Soul Jinn getting upset that she is a Lumafly magnet and she was trying to get them away but allowed them to stay because Jiji liked them.

But failed with water colors because my brush was fucked.

#hollow knight #steel soul jinn #steel soul jinn hk #confessor jiji #confessor jiji hk #this can be called a ship #jimm is a lumafly magnet #im only sayingbthis because of all the lumaflies that circle her in steel soul mode #jinn is hard to draw

[gatr-gatr]

I’ve grown very fond of this Pokémon line over the years.

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #pokemon cards #pokemon collection #pkmn #pkmn cards #electric pokemon #steel type #magneton #magnetic

[ryehouses]

hey y'all do we think that beskar is magnetic

#they call it 'mandalorian iron' but it's forged like a steel alloy so #???? #if it IS magnetic #i feel like there's some kind of situational hilarity to be had there

[madmazmind]

It took me 3 weeks to write chapter 7 and I’ve just churned out chapter 8 in 24 hours, why am I like this? 

#I'm actually going to get ahead #unbelievable #maxiel #Maxiel teacher AU #For you are a magnet and I am steel

[eeveelution-world]

Techneon

Computer Pokemon

Steel/Electric

Evolves from an Eevee that is traded while holding an Upgrade

#fakemon #dual type eeveelution #pokemon #steel #steel type #electric #electric type #jolteon #eevee #eeveelution #eeveelutions #computer #computers #floppy disk #magnetic tape #fake eeveelution #techneon