#football!harry
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Bruised Knees
In which it’s 1994, Harry is the star quarterback, and Y/N loves to skate. Somehow, they are in love with each other despite being opposites.
warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, smut
(6.6k+ words)
Y/N is into the skate scene. She loves going to her local skate park with her board Betty, and doing tricks up and down the ramps. She loves the way the wind slaps her in the face, and how free she feels on her board. She loves the sound of the wheels rolling against concrete, and how metal rings anytime she does a trick involving a ramp of some sort.
Y/N loves wearing baggy clothes, such as oversized jeans and hoodies. She loves her scuffed up Keds, Vans, and the Walkman she carries around with her like it’s a religion.
She loves her two friends Lucy and Matt, who are actually dating. She loves her father, who is fighting prostate cancer, and kicking ass if she has a say. If she isn’t at the skate park she’s at home ready for his beck and call.
Y/N sometimes struggles with admitting she loves her older brother, but she does to an extent. She used to not be able to stand him when he was the captain of the football team in high school. He’s long since graduated and now plays for some university. Y/N doesn’t know, nor does she care to be honest, where exactly it is that he attends.
One thing Y/N loves in this world more than anything is her flower boy, her bubba, her baby cakes, her boyfriend, Harry.
The funny thing about Harry that often throws people off is that he is the complete opposite of her. Most people assumed, or thought that Y/N would end up with a fellow skater, who wore oversized clothes like her, has some tattoos, and piercings, and always wears a beanie, Hell, even Y/N thought that was the case, but one night many many months ago, Y/N bumped into Harry at a party.
She knew of him because he was the current quarterback of the football team at her school, taking her brother's place once he graduated. He’s in the same grade as her as well, so they basically grew up together, but lived two different lives, which pushed them to never really interact despite being in school together for so long. He complimented her outfit, which then she complimented his. From there they struck up a conversation, and ended up going somewhere private to talk for a solid hour before they eventually ended up hooking up.
That one time hookup turned into frequent hookups, which turned into a relationship that has stood the test of time, and all the doubt that surrounded them.
Y/N is currently laying in her room. Her father is over at his girlfriend's house for a few days to give them privacy to spend alone time with each other.
Y/N’s mother and father got a divorce when Y/N’s father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She hates her mother for leaving her father during a time of need. Her father was becoming too sick for her mother to handle, so she decided to up and leave her father. That’s one reason why Y/N struggles to love her brother. She can’t forgive her brother for taking their mothers side, and living with her. Y/N’s mother is the one person in her life she knows she’ll never have love for again.
Y/N is flipping through a magazine listening to the Beatles, which is one of Y/N’s hidden favorites. Only Harry knows her love for the old icons.
Speaking of Harry, Y/N hears a six tap pattern bang onto her window. Y/N smiles and quickly stands up, knowing for a fact that the pattern is known by one person and one person only, her lover boy.
She shuffles in her oversized jeans and tank top pairing over to her window. She opens the window, allowing her cute little bean that she calls her boyfriend into her room.
“Hi, love.” Harry flings his arms around his girl, and picks her up, spinning her around.
“Hi, baby cakes.” She gives him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry smiles so big his teeth show, which makes Y/N’s insides warm in a swarm of butterflies.
“I missed you.” Harry pouts, still holding his girl close to his body. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”
Y/N giggles, digging her face into his neck. She peppers a few kisses. “Baby it’s only been like three hours since we saw each other.”
“That’s far too long.” Harry replies seriously, no if ands or buts in his tone. Y/N loves how much he openly expresses how obsessed he is about her. It makes her obsession with him feel valid.
“Come lay with me, baby cakes. I want to snuggle.” Y/N requests, which Harry quickly agrees to.
Harry signals for Y/N to jump up and wrap her legs around him, which she does. He walks the two of them over to her bed, and falls back onto the mattress.
Y/N yelps, at what should be the expected action, but she can’t lie, it catches her off guard every time he does it.
Harry manages to pull her comforter from under the two of them, and tuck them under its warmth. Harry turns and drapes his legs over Y/N’s hip sighing in contemptment.
Harry basks in his lover’s presence. Harry can’t believe he found someone so perfect. He never expected her out of all people to come into his life, and stir up a storm.
Harry is the quarterback of the football team at his high school. He made varsity his freshman year, which is really hard to do, but Harry found a love for the sport at a young age, and has been playing his heart out ever since.
Harry knew who Y/N was because she was the little sister of his football captain from his freshman and sophomore year. He never paid much attention to her his first two years of high school, or at all really, but that is expected when you run in completely different crowds. Plus, Y/N’s brother never was really enthusiastic whenever he mentioned his sister, which was already a rare topic to bring up.
Harry was a bit of a playboy, getting action here and there. He hasn’t slept with a lot of girls, but he’s slept with good a few from his school which is enough to cause drama.
Y/N came out of nowhere, he saw her at a party, and for some reason that night out of all the nights his focus couldn’t leave her. His obsessive need to gaze at her turned into him getting the balls to go up to her and striking a conversation with the skater. He didn’t know what to talk about, but by a miracle they fell into conversation so easily it almost felt natural. What Harry wasn’t expecting that night was to hook up with the said girl he was talking to, but boy oh boy, did hooking up with her alter his brain chemistry in such a drastic way.
He became highly addicted to her that night, and since then his addiction hasn’t faded, in fact Harry would say it’s only grown.
“You’re so warm.” Harry slurs, smacking his lips together as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into his girlfriend's soft, plushy chest. Harry pets his hand over her hair, and notices a very different texture from the last time he touched it. He opens his eyes and stares in awe at his girl's new do. Her normal, shoulder length 4a texture black curls are now styled in box braids. The part Harry loves the most about her hairstyle is the piece of red threaded into some braids to add a pop of color. Harry’s tummy swirls at the little detail of her adding his favorite color into her hair. “Oh wow! Cherry baby, your hair looks beautiful!”
Harry is sincere with his words. He loves any time she gets a protective style. She always looks so pretty, and Harry loves the little confident boosts she gets with the change. She just glows a little extra with a fresh look, and Harry can’t help but to love it.
“You like?” Y/N runs her hands over her braids. She always loves how enthusiastic her man is whenever she changes her hair. He makes her feel pretty, which is a word she used to never really associate herself with.
“You know I do.” Harry pinches her smiling cheek, and pecs her lips. “You always look so pretty, no matter what, even when you hair is natural, and you have been too lazy to do it, so it all over the place because it’s so big and beautiful and wild, and you insistently call yourself a lion even though I think it’s ridiculous, you still look fucking pretty.”
Y/N doesn’t fight off the smile widening to a sickening width. She felt such a rush from his sweet words. He always knows exactly what to say to make her feel loved. “You’re the best, you know that?” Y/N says as she slings her body onto his more.
“I sure do, and you’re even better.” He says in a low whisper as he stretches his head forward, and kisses her jaw. “You’re all that and a bag of chip babe.”
“Don’t ride my dick too hard now baby cakes.” Y/N teases him. Harry scoffs, and looks at her almost offended. She giggles at her boyfriend’s silly face. He’s trying to look mad, but to her, he looks adorable.
“Don’t act like you don’t like when I ride your dick hard.” Harry playfully slaps Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s jaw drops, and she narrows her eyes in staring her boyfriend down, in a split second she grabs the stuffed red teddy bear Harry won her at the fair from behind her, and swings it over, hitting Harry right in the head.
Now it’s Harry who has his jaw dropped in shock. Harry lightly pushes her off of him, and quickly stands up from the bed. “You really want to go there, cherry?” Harry raises his brow in a challenging manner.
“Always.” She smirks. They both quickly arm themselves with a pillow. Their eyes are locked on each other, carefully watching the others movements, ready for the perfect time to attack.
They take slow steps in a circle. Both of them are slightly hunched over. Their senses are on high alert, both not wanting to miss a single movement or sound. Y/N’s heart is rapidly beating from anticipation, she’s awaiting whatever is to come.
Harry takes initiative, and starts to round her bed slowly. Y/N takes a step back, but lifts her pillow in position, ready at any moment to swing. Harry does the same, watching his girl for any attack she might try to make. One thing Harry loves about Y/N is how fiesty, and playful she is. She’s not afraid to get into a wrestling match with him, and go all out or to get her hands dirty, and do things that are deemed unladylike.
Harry nears her, and at the same time, the two lovers swing their pillows at each other, clashing them together. They both breakout in laughter as they hit each other with pillows repeatedly.
Y/N manages to get a hit in on the side of Harry’s head, at the same time Harry hits her in the side by her ribs. Y/N stumbles slightly at how powerful Harry’s hit was. Harry is naturally heavy handed from playing football his whole life. Even when he is trying to be gentle, there is still power behind his swings.
Y/N doesn’t mind at all, she is obsessed with how heavy handed he is. He always grabs her body so tight when they have sex, that there are sometimes indents. She loves staring at them whenever she gets the pleasure of having them littered all over her body. She loves how he takes control, basically manhandling her when they have sex.
Y/N twists her body so now the back of her legs are now facing the bed. The two of them are still attacking each other with their pillows. Another step back, and Y/N is tumbling backwards with a yelp. She shoots her hands down to catch herself. She falls with a bounce as she lets out a grunt. Harry takes the opportunity to jump on top, and straddle her waist. He is lightly hitting her with the pillow, and she is doing her best to defend herself from the hits.
They are stuck in a laughing fit, which oftentimes they find themselves in. They both know how to get the other one to laugh so effortlessly.
Harry has now stopped hitting her, and is now leaning forward to bury his head into her neck as he laughs. He gets a whiff of her familiar scent that drives him wild. Cocoa butter and vanilla has quickly become one of his favorite scents.
He’s even gone as far as to buy some candles that smell similar, which he lights in his room every night like a love sick fool.
Harry’s just properly obsessed with the skater. He loves her rich deep chocolate skin that’s always smooth, even when it’s littered in scrapes and bruises it’s still supple and soft.
He loves her caring eyes, and radiant smile that shoots volts of love up straight to his heart, making it speed up.
God, he’s in love.
“Fuck…baby cakes, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N struggles to say between her laughs. She’s trying her best to regain her composure since the laughs are now cramping up her stomach, causing a sharp pain to spread every time she giggles.
Harry rolls off of her, and plops down flat on the bed. The pair slowly calm down from their laughing fit. “Fuck, that was good.” Harry sighs out once he has fully settled.
“Sure was.” Y/N smiles, blindly reaching out to lace her fingers with her love. They both love physical touch. There is something about the heat of their skins so close together that makes them feel so full and whole. Sometimes a touch for them speaks more volume than words. It’s an unspoken action that tells them they are there for each other, no matter what.
Harry pulls the skater towards him. He grabs her chin softly, and twists her face to look at him dead in the eyes.
Harry leans forward, and teasingly brushes his lips over hers. The quick action shifts the entire aura of the room. The once playful environment is now ten degrees hotter, bubbling with lust.
Y/N chases Harry’s lips, and kisses him in a slow, heated frenzy. They moan into each other's mouths. Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and licks up the length of her tongue as their mouths connect.
Y/N’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. She lets out a strong puff of air through her nose, as she feels herself becoming worked up. “Baby.” Y/N can’t help but gasp as the back of her neck starts to feel warm. Her skin is becoming more alert and sensitive. Her hand which is still laced with his is starting to feel prickly.
Harry hums, satisfied by her gasp of pleasure. Harry loves making Y/N feel good. He loves spending his time in her room between her thighs, licking her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. Sometimes if he’s feeling especially ravenous, he’ll bring her to multiple orgasms just by his mouth.
He loves her pussy. It’s so soft and pretty. Harry never understands when his teammates talk about how pussy’s are confusing, and sometimes annoying to navigate.
Harry thinks if guys just took a few seconds to find the clit when they have sex, then he’s sure they would have less of a struggle.
Harry untangles his fingers with his girl, and grabs each side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to lift one of her legs up to straddle Harry’s lap.
As soon as her knees meet the bed, she puts all her weight on them. Instantly, Y/N breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck!” Y/N hisses in pain rolling off of Harry, back onto the side.
“What’s wrong?” Harry is quick to sit up to help assess the problem.
“My knees, I forgot I bruised them doing a trick last night at the park. Fuck, they hurt.” She explains, but ends up giggling at how silly she sounds. Harry joins in with her as well.
One guaranteed thing about Y/N is that most of the time she has bruised knees. She gets them from falling off her board. It’s not that Y/N is a bad skater and can’t stay on her board for the life of her because that is completely false. Y/N is a very daring person who loves to try out new tricks all the time. Trying out new things leads to injuries because she doesn’t know the best way to execute the trick yet.
No matter how many times Y/N falls, she gets back up and tries again until she can do it completely on her own, and have it practically mastered.
Harry adores it, and has been blessed with plenty of front row seats to Y/N in the zone, trying out a new trick, and he has seen her wipe out plenty of times. His heart sinks each time his love falls and gets hurt, but he knows she’s strong, and will be okay in the end.
“Awe, are you okay cherry baby?” Harry asks half seriously, half teasingly. He begins to crawl over her. His hands are planted on either side of his head. The cross necklace he wears on the daily dangling over her face which has her clenching her legs.
“Yes, I'm fine.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m annoyed though.” Y/N mumbles crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.
Harry tilts his head to the side. “Why’s that?”
“Because I wanted to ride you, but my stupid fucking bruises got in the way…...again.” She pouts. Harry can’t stop the smile spreading on his face.
Y/N likes being on top sometimes. She loves bouncing on top of him as her boobs jump up and down with her movements. She loves looking down and seeing Harry’s face engrossed in her. She especially loves when Harry smacks her ass, demanding her to ride him faster. That’s fucking hot. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t happen that often because she always has some type of bruise on her knees.
“Love, just accept that you’re my pillow princess.” Harry wiggles his brows. “You know I love making you feel good too, don’t deny it.”
“I know you do.” Y/N sighs. “Don’t worry, I love it, but sometimes baby cakes, I just wanna ride you.”
“And don’t worry.” Harry leans down to kiss her forehead. “Your bruises will stop being so tender, and then you can, and I can’t wait.”
Y/N and Harry are very comfortable with each other. While talking about sex so casually might be weird for some people, it’s just how it is for the pair. They are never afraid to express their desires or simply just talk about it.
Y/N grins, and hooks her finger around her chain, and pulls him down. “Come here.” She purrs and connects their lips together.
Harry smiles into the kiss, and indulges in her plush lips. Y/N’s unoccupied hand runs down Harry’s chest, abs, stopping at the band of his sweats. Harry’s stomach twitches from her delicate touch. Harry feels his cock swelling in his boxers making him grow needy for his lover.
Harry grinds down against Y/N’s clothed pussy, and the two of them whimper at the same time. They always tend to be in sync with most things they do.
Y/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls him down to be closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to create a more heated friction between them.
Harry grunts into her mouth. He’s beginning to feel animalistic, primal, and hungry for his lover. She’s just so delectable it’s impossible to not become a mad man for her.
Harry can’t comprehend how he went so long without ever simply saying a word to her. She’s the dictionary definition of perfection, and Harry can’t help but feel smug that he got the best girl in the world to be his.
They continue to dry hump, and make out with each other. It’s always difficult for them to break away from kissing. Their lips just melt together into a perfect mix. Ruining it would just be borderline offensive.
Y/N’s hands scratch down Harry’s back, and up the sides of his torso. Her hands travel back down, and she tugs at the waistband of his pants.
“You want them off, love?” Harry mumbles against her lip. Y/N whimpers, and nods, desperate to have the constricting fabric out of the way.
Harry leans up on his hands, and works his pants down his legs. Y/N does the same with her jeans. She works the buckle of her black belt out of the loop, and undoes the buckle.
She pops the button on her pants, and hovers her body off the bed, under Harry as she kicks the fabric off of her legs. She quickly falls back down onto her bed with a squeak. Harry comes down, and latches his mouth onto her neck, and begins to nibble on her skin before sucking a red bruise on her skin.
“H, shit, you’re going to leave a mark.” Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s tattooed covered arm. She is extremely obsessed with the permanent pieces of art all over his body. He looks so hot when he fucks her brains out. She’s trying to convince him to get hand tattoos. If he got some hand tattoos, Y/N thinks she would faint from how sexy he would look.
She would want to be manhandled by him, she would want Harry to fully slut her out in the most vile ways possible. Fuck, Y/N wants that regardless, but Harry with a hand tattoo, chefs kiss in her mind.
Y/N sometimes thinks that people would be completely shocked if they knew what Y/N was like around her man. Most people see Y/N as a very dominant tomboy. Hell, some people were convinced Y/N was a lesbian, not saying she wouldn’t be opposed to eating pussy, but she loves dick, especially Harry’s.
Harry is a very dominant man, and Y/N is basically his pillow princess. At least that's what he calls her when he’s teasing her. Y/N secretly likes it because it’s true, she is his pillow princess, but she would never admit that to him.
“That’s the point.” Harry mumbles, settling his lips on a new part of her untouched neck. “Want you covered in my love bruises, don’t you want that cherry?” Fuck, the way he talks to her has her knees ready to fold at any moment.
Y/N pathetically nods her head. “Yes.” This man can make her fold at any given moment, it should be scary. Harry hums, and continues his attack on her neck. Y/N is becoming restless, she wants Harry to take her. She wants to feel the stretch of his cock pounding in and out of her as he calls her dirty names. She wants to be to feel her tits jiggle from how hard Harry will no doubt fuck her.
She wraps her legs around his waist again, and tries to pull him down. She needs some attention to her pussy now, or she’ll go crazy. “Please, H.”
Harry complies, and sinks his bulge into Y/N clothes pussy. She can feel how hard he is. She loves it. Y/N circles her hips to create a pattern of friction on her clit. “So desperate, love.” Harry tsks, as he bites down on her bottom lip, and pulls back, letting his teeth scrape along her skin.
“I want you.” She whines, her clit is starting to feel prickly from how turned on she’s becoming. Having her man so close yet so far is driving her mad. She claws for him to be closer to her. Harry smirks, latching his lips onto the underside of his girl's jaw, and giving it a soft suckle. Y/N nails dig into Harry’s arm as a chill spreads over her entire mouth and neck. Harry knows that spot is sensitive for her, and he loves feeling, seeing, and hearing her little reactions when he gives that spit attention.
“So sexy, love.” Harry purrs into her ears. He brushes her braids off her shoulder, so now they are splayed out on the bed. “Always so receptive to my touch. I’m obsessed.” Harry nips at her jaw, but never stops to suck on a patch. Y/N likes the quick little touches on her neck, over having Harry sit there a suck a hickey onto the expanse of her skin.
Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good hickey, but there is something about quick, sharp bites that has Y/N’s head stuck in a fog of need. “Just like that.” Y/N’s eyes fall shut, she focuses purely on the feeling of Harry on her body. His hands are smoothing up and down her sides, manhandling her skin.
“Baby loves when I bite her, yeah?” Harry bites particularly hard on Y/N’s sweet spot. Her back arches, and toes curl from the delicious sting wrapping around her neck. “Look at you, fucking dripping I bet.”
“Why don’t you check and see?” Y/N suggests in a single breath. She wants him to touch her so badly.
“You’d like that, huh? Me touching your aching pussy?” Harry teases his girl. He watches Y/N pout, and huff. She pretends to be annoyed or hate when he pulls at her heels a little, but in reality, her body shivers, and her pussy throbs when he talks to her like this. “Don’t pout.” Harry grips her jaw in one of his big, manly, strong hands. “You love it when I talk to you this way. The slut in you feeds off being berated.”
He’s right, so fucking right. She does love it, and that’s why she loves him because he knows her through and through. They were definitely made for each other. Y/N knows it’s the truth deep down in the pit of her soul. She feels the endless thread that attaches her heart to Harry’s. She knows he’s her forever, whether people like it or not.
“Touch me, please.” Y/N begs. Her cheeky red underwear which is still on is completely soaked. Harry smiles, and admires all the little nick marks decorating her neck. These marks will be gone by tomorrow, but Harry is more than satisfied with seeing them as they fuck.
“Awe.” Harry coos, blowing air into her ear. Y/N jolts in shock. Her ear tickles from the intrusion. “As you wish, my love.” Harry’s hand glides down, and grips Y/N’s underwear in his hand. He pulls the flimsy fabric down her legs, and throws them behind him, paying no mind to where they land.
Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her lover's hand slides down her sticky slit, collecting a glob of her clear, stringy arousal, and circling it on the head of her clit. “H…baby.” Y/N brings one of her hands up to grip the back of Harry’s neck. Her legs already feel like jello, she quickly melting into a puddle. She subconsciously opens her legs wider, to give Harry more access to her pussy.
His fingers slip down to her entrance, and push two fingers into her. Y/N’s head is thrown back, her mouth drops open and a chorus of moans spill from her mouth.
“I don’t even need to finger you baby. If I wanted to, I could slam my cock right into you, and your pussy would stretch immediately to fit me because your pussy was made for me.” Harry curls his fingers up, hitting the squishy little pad deep inside her.
Y/N’s legs tremble, her belly starts to feel full with butterflies. She rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. His words spark all her nerve endings. She can hear how sloppy and wet her pussy is. She already knows what Harry is trying to do, she knows it all too well.
“H!” Y/N gasps, she feels her walls tightening around Harry’s fingers. Her hips are rolling involuntarily as she rides the sensation from Harry’s attack.
Harry places his thumb onto the head of her clit, and begins to circle the sensitive numb. “Look at you love, already so close.” Harry leans down to smother Y/N’s lips with his own. He pries her mouth open with his tongue, and gives her body all the attention it can possibly receive.
Fingers in her pussy, his thumb giving attention to her clit, his other hand occupies itself, twisting her nipples into hard, irritated peaks. His mouth covering hers, tongues clashing together, moans forming into one. It’s all perfect in Y/N’s eyes. She doesn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not for a second.
Y/N is caught off guard when she feels Harry’s lips leave hers, and move to her knees. He presses his puckered lips into each of her knees. “Poor, baby, your knees really are bruised.” He peppers a few more kisses on each knee. Y/N breaks out into a gentle smile in the midst of her belly coiling into a tight knot. “Look at you, so pretty for me, always.” He strokes her cheek, and uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down. “You gonna cum for me, love?”
She moans, his finger continues to hit the spongy flesh, which is swelling up inside of her throbbing pussy, ready to burst at any given moment. His fingers are aggravating it, almost egging it on to explode. “Yes!” Y/N moans in a response. Her body is gearing up, ready for the moment when her orgasm is going to tip over.
Harry adds a third finger, and speeds up his thrusts. His arm is starting to cramp, but he refuses to stop. His love is so close, he knows her body like the back of his hand from how many times they’ve fucked over the course of their relationship.
Harry is well aware that when Y/N’s pussy starts to clamp down on his fingers, trying to force them to fall out, she is close to an orgasm. He loves to make his love cum as many times as her body can take it. Usually it’s two times. Once with either his fingers, or Harry’s personal favorite is mouth, and then one from his cock.
He loves how her breathing changes as she’s approaching the end. She doesn’t moan too loud, it’s more of an organic, softer moan, and when she’s close, her moans get louder. All of her telltale signs are there. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my fingers. Your pussy is sopping wet, my fingers are sliding in you so easily, cherry.”
He watches the skater's chest shake as a response to his words. Her body is always so receptive to his touch. She’s not afraid to show it either, she loves showing Harry just how she feels. Harry adores her for that. She always pumps his ego up everytime they have sex. She’s so reactive to everything he does.
Harry brushes his own clothed cock over her leg, needing some relief. She is so beautiful, Harry could cum by looking at her.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N chants. Harry notices her back starting to arch off the bed. Her legs tense around his body. Harry knows she’s going to cum, and she does too.
Harry increases the speed of his thrust. The three fingers buried inside her pussy begin to slip out of her warm walls, from the force of her impending orgasm.
“Give it to me.” Harry growls. The arousal on his fingers, slowly trickles down his hands, leaving a mess. Harry pushes in and out a few more times, before Y/N’s moans are loud and clear. He can feel the bite of her nails that are dug into the back of his neck. “Cum on my hand, baby. Make a mess for me.”
A few more thrusts, and Harry’s fingers slip out of her pussy, and he moves them up to her clit, and vigorously runs them over the bud. He watches her pussy clench, before she spills white, creamy, cum from her pussy, along with a gush of clear liquid. His fingers were harsh and didn’t let up. More cream dribbles out of her pussy, down her ass crease. Her legs tremble and jolt, in shock of her orgasm.
Harry slows down his movements, until he comes to a complete stop. He slips his cum covered fingers into his mouth, tasting his love. “Mmmm, so sweet, like you always are.” Harry twists his body to dig into her bedside table, and grabs a condom out of a box, which he put in there for whenever he was over at her place.
Harry shoves his boxers off his legs. His cock springs free with a bounce. The head of his cock is red, and angry. He’s starving to feel her. He opens the packet, and pulls out the slippery rubber. He lines the condom up to his tip, as he’s done many times before, and rolls it down the length of his cock.
He lines his cock up with her creamy entrance, and in one fluid thrust, he fills her up completely. Y/N chokes, and starts to sputter nonsense from the unexpected intrusion. “Jesus baby, my cocks already got you this dumb, and I only just pushed inside of you.” Harry clicks his tongue, and shakes his head.
Y/N wraps her legs around his waist. Everytime they fuck it feels cosmic. Their bodies meld to each other like a perfect puzzle. They know one another like the back of their hand. Harry was right about Y/N’s pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his length. Her pussy is firm around his cock, keeping a good squeeze.
He pounds into his love at a fervor pace. His hips swivel and roll into her. Y/N looks disheveled below him. Her edges are starting to frizz slightly, and her skin is glistening. Harry's face is no doubt flushed red, and the curls hanging over his forehead are starting to stick to his skin from how sweaty he’s becoming.
“This pussy is perfect, fuck!” Harry snaps his hip forward. His body now is up right, tugging one of Y/N’s legs to drape over his shoulder, whilst her other leg hangs loosely around his waist.
“You fuck me so good.” She croaks out. Her nails are gripping her blanket under her for dear life as Harry pumps himself in and out of her. Y/N’s breath hitches as Harry changes the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills her pussy up, stretching her walls. He drives into her at a violent pace. Harry’s balls hit Y/N’s ass with each thrust, causing her boobs to jump up and down.
Harry holds Y/N’s leg tight to his body. He stares down at his love as he slips a hand down between the two of them, giving her clit attention once again. Y/N body erupts in goosebumps. Her body is feeling warm and electric.
“No shit I fuck you good.” Harry spits, speeding up his pace. “Your body can’t stop shaking, baby. I know you’re getting close again.” Harry is pushing Y/N over the edge. She feels her pussy flutter, readying up for her incoming orgasm.
Harry is circling her clit in an addictive pattern. He applies just the right amount of pressure to make her quickly near her end. “You’re going to make me cum, H.” She warns him, making sure to jut out her bottom lip.
All of Harry’s blood rushes to his cock. Her innocent delivery of her filthy words does a number on Harry and his head. Harry grabs each of Y/N’s legs at the bend of her knee. He spreads her legs apart, and holds them in place. “Taking me so well. Your pussy’s perfect.”
Y/N belly is starting to feel full, and tight. The tips of her ears feel like they are on fire. She knows she is going to cum at any moment. “H, I’m really…fucking…close.” She rasps between thrusts. She’s spilling breathy moans from her mouth as Harry pounds into her.
Harry is starting to feel his own orgasm approaching. His muscles are tightening, his balls feel heavy, and his cock is starting to spasm inside of her.
Y/N squirms from her body feeling restless. Harry watches his lover, as she shuts her eyes, and throws her head back. Her back is starting to arch, and Harry can feel her walls slowly clenching around him. “H…” She warns in a whine.
“I know baby, fuck me too, let go, love, fucking cream all over me.” Only a few more thrusts, and the two lovers are cumming together. Harry throws his head back, tilting his face up to the ceiling. Y/N’s back fully, arches off the bed. Harry spills strings of his cum into the condom, while Y/N’s pussy convulsions and contracts around, no doubt leaking more cream.
Harry slows his thrust down, helping them ride out their orgasms. Once the two of them have both fully settled, Harry pulls out of her, and removes the condom from his length. He ties it in a knot, and makes his way over to her bathroom to throw the condom away. While in the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it before heading back out.
Y/N is laying on the bed. Her legs are straight out infront of her, and her hands are resting on her belly. “Open up.” Harry taps Y/N’s thigh to get her to spread her legs apart. She complies and does as he asks.
Y/N hisses, to which Harry leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of her thigh. “I know, love.” Harry murmurs, keeping his attention focused on what is in front of him.
“Hey, Harry?” He hears the skater call for him.
“What’s up baby?” He asks, folding, and setting the washcloth to the side. He crawls back onto the bed, and lays himself next to her, with his elbow propped up, and his head resting in the palm of his hand.
Y/N scoots her body to press herself close to Harry. Harry wraps an arm around her back, and cuddles her close. “You want to take a nap and then go to the skate park after with me?”
Harry smiles, already in love with the idea. “Yeah, sounds like a plan cherry.” The two of them quickly fall asleep after, holding each other close, never intending to let go.
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Harry attending a football match wasn’t in my 2024 bingo card but I’m happy he’s there no matter that the real reason isn’t because he’s a football junkie. Also I’m happy his hairline is exactly the same as always so we can finally cross the hair transplant rumours as a fake panic. But damn, his short hair makes him looks so much older and serious. At least we got that moment when he’s happily flirting with that older man, just like you, I truly missed his genuine smile, lmao random man and their little chat and he looks 200times happier than with his stunt.
Hi, anon!
It wasn't on my bingo card either, but i don't care, i love it! We see him when he's not stunting? And he's wearing something other than Gucci! And he's dressed up, wearing his pearl necklace and an unidentified ring (new prezzie from Lou?) He's in a good mood, looks rested and is laughing with men??? What else can we ask for, really?
His hairline seems the same to me too. I think the bar is so low when it comes to his hair lol, i'm just happy he isn't bald or buzzed anymore. I think he looks cute. He looks more grown up with his short styled hair and his three day beard, white dress shirt and black coat. He appears more straight passing than usual to me. It's interesting! I'm just really happy to see him look well tbh.
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Like Gold Dust
Hii everyone! This one is kind of different than most of my fics. There are lots of descriptions and lesser dialogues and she's an angsty one! Lowkey poetic too, I think? I don't know! You tell me! I hope you enjoy reading <3
Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n (uni era)
Word Count - 3.1k
Warnings - This fic is about Harry dealing with Seasonal Depression and he doesn't deal with it in this fic very healthily. So, if that, in any way, seems like it might be triggering for you or you don't wanna read about it, I totally understand! Close this fic and take care of yourself, I'll see you in the next upload! Sending love <3 (Also, there's miscommunication as well because of course, they are in uni!)
Winter has come knocking the wind out of Harry's lungs, and happiness has begun feeling like gold dust to him -- everybody seems to be chasing after it, but rarely catches it. But while Harry deals with the harshest Winter he's ever had, Y/n seems to have begun hating her favourite season.
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With her head lowered defeatedly, Y/n slapped on the door with her palm for the fifth time. "Harry," she exhaled a breath that she had held hostage in her lungs so that she wouldn’t miss his reply. "I know you're in there ...let me in, please," her voice went meek towards the end, eyes moistening making her screw them shut, tighly.
She let her head rest on the door, sniffling a few times when she feels the sudden tiredness overtake her senses once again.
Maybe he's asleep, she thinks to herself just to get herself moving. Nodding at her own thought, she fisted the hand that was still pressed against the cold shut door and put it back in the warmth of her coat’s pocket.
This was nothing new. Every morning she'd come to his dorm, knock and knock and knock, and get teary eyed when he wouldn't open up. She'd catch him on the campus sometimes, walking in the same clothes she'd been seeing him in since the past three days, his head low and eyes avoiding any and every gaze.
"Harry!" She'd call after him and run up to match her steps with his. "I went to your dorm; thought you were sleeping but here you are!" Halting in her place she'd exclaim. Then, she'd mumble sadly -- "looking all pretty," running a little because he hadn't stopped with her.
She'd walk with him quietly then, cautiously weaving her fingers through his rough ones. He'd squeeze her hand three times in return and hold on tightly until they'd reach the point where they needed to part ways for their classes.
Truth be told, those little encounters seemed to be the only thin thread she was hanging by. His simple touches, holds, and cold lips pressed against her forehead. It made her believe that he didn’t entirely hate her, that she wasn’t as useless as she felt.
Y/n felt like she was lacking somewhere. That she should be the one he should be talking to in moments like these, that she should be the sole source of comfort he had but it seemed like he kept his distance from her as much as he could. And that made her feel like maybe she wasn’t his favourtie person, after all.
She knew that it wasn’t the truth in her heart. That Harry did still love her, and found his safe haven in her – the smallest actions he made were assuring …but they weren’t enough to prevent Y/n’s opposing, combatant mind from exceeding its thinking capacity.
Every night she found herself doubting herself – her capacity to love, especially. Was her love not enough for the both of them to sail a little longer? At Least until Spring came and Harry’s sunflower plant became full of life again?
She feared that their relationship was withering away, just like his sunflower, and she was sat in his room on his window sill with the plant in her lap, frantically giving it sunlight and air and water and better soil but it just won’t stop shrinking in size and fading in colour.
Doing everything she could, still Y/n was always feeling helpless and in despair. It was like she was screaming but Harry wasn’t listening…whether intentionally or not because, from Harry’s point of view, no sound seemed to be coming out of her scream – maybe because he was under water.
"I'll see you soon," she'd tell him and get up on her tiptoes to hug him close to herself, pressing a kiss on his unshaved cheek. And with that, she'd walk away, her hand a lingering touch until she had walked far enough, and she, yet again, proved to be insufficient and not enough.
Walking against the brittle wind, she caught sight of the on-campus cafe. Walking inside, she looked up at the jingling bells above the door and smiled. She’d been coming here for so many months and yet she looked up at the source of the chime every time she walked in – for coffee, mainly, and for some warm shelter, secretly.
"A medium coffee please," she told the barista, who also happened to be a good friend. The cafe was opened by some of the college students, for the college students. It was nothing fancy but did its job remarkably well.
No one was speaking this early in the morning. Everyone was bundled up in any corner that they could seek, and Y/n looked around in hopes that maybe the footsteps she'd heard inside Harry's dorm weren't actual and that she might catch him cozied up here, instead. Because sometimes they'd bump into each other here or at the library, and that would bring her the peace that she was feeling rarely this Winter – which came as a shock to the system because she didn’t nearly love any season as much as she did Winter.
But alas, it was only a hope after all.
"Can I get a refill, please?" Someone asked, slightly embarrassed as the peeked from behind their laptop screen. Standing in front of Y/n, the barista – Kate – agreed to the request with a warm smile.
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It was brighter than usual today, Harry had noticed. The sunlight pouring in through his open window laid right on his bed and if he wasn’t already feeling brighter today, which is the reason why he is standing fresh out of his bathroom and rubbing his towel against his head with another one wrapped low on his hips, his mood just felt as if it had bubbled up so high that he couldn’t handle it all by himself.
The flimsy curtains were still drawn in front of his windows, as he quickly changed. Even though he hated dressing up before his skin had fully dried. Unconsciously, he began humming a song and when he realized that while brushing his hair, he felt as if he had caught himself off guard.
Happiness had begun to feel like it was like gold dust, to Harry. He’d suddenly become very aware of how difficult it was to obtain, how everyone wanted it and it was almost as if it had grown out of his comfort zone.
He wasn't excited about the winter, not that he ever was. But he was depressed. Harry avoided his own gaze in the mirror then. He hadn’t said anything to himself other than a broken sob in weeks, so to find himself humming a song felt surreal.
Throwing some things in his backpack, he swung it over his shoulders. He didn’t have anything on his feet, he realized and sprawled on the floor to look under his bed for the socks he was sure he had absentmindedly kicked under there.
He took a quick sniff at his socks, deciding that he could go with them this last day. With a few grunts he pulled them up on his feet, sitting on the floor of his dorm room and tying his shoelaces. Y/n had gifted him those among some other things for Christmas, and that thought made him smile as he stared at the Nikes on his feet for little.
A few of his bones popped as he got up, making him groan in satisfaction. Checking if he had his phone and headphones on him, he decided to go and quickly check the scenery outside via his window and see for himself if he should carry an umbrella, which didn’t make any sense because it could begin raining cats and dogs any time where he lived.
That was when he caught sight of snow – falling down in flakes, slowly like feathers. His mouth fell open as he pressed his palms against the cold window glass, looking outside like some eager kid with his nose slightly smushing against it. His gaze wandered and he realized that everyhting was covered in white snow, shimmering beautifully as sunlight fell down.
Suddenly in a much bigger hurry, he swung his backpack on one of his shoulders again, and locked the door once he was on the other side of it.
The temperature inside his dorm room was much colder than the temperature outside, Harry realized, just as he does every other day and proceeded to walk down the hallway with his hands in the pockets of his bright pink hoodie. He’d been thinking all morning that maybe this serotonin release was only for one day, but chose not to dwell over that so he could simply live for at least some hours – for as long as the sun was away from the jail-bars, namely clouds.
But then he realized that it had finally begun snowing, and he felt like no one could take his happiness from him; absolutely no one.
He hated this issue that he had. He’s been suffering with seasonal depression since he was fifteen, he’d guess, and he hadn’t had one winter since that made him happy. Except, of course, the last one, in which he finally had the nerve to kiss Y/n under a mistletoe that had been hanging on the wall indentation that separates the dining area from the kitchen in his home.
And she made the Winter sufferable, if not entirely rainbows and sunshine for him. But it only made Harry hate himself worse – the fact that she adored no season as much as she did the snow one, and yet she was sad all the time during the span of this Winter in particular, because of him.
When Winter was approaching, she had strictly told him to come meet her before he’d leave for practice in the mornings, just so that she could hold him for a little before they’d go in for entirely different classes for the day, because she was aware that one of his love languages was physical touch. She didn’t really have a clue about how harsh this Winter was going to be on them, considering it hadn’t ever been so bad in the years she had known him, even as his best friend.
But he hadn’t been following the one rule she’d made; he was unable to.
He tried to stay away from her, when he realized that. Just so that she wouldn’t have to share all of her love and happiness with him to the level that she was left with nothing but his sadness. It wasn’t making him feel good, it hurt worse than the Winter did – staying away from her. But it was for the better, he’d tell himself over and over again as he would roll his lips in his mouth and shut his eyes tightly when she would come knocking on his dorm room morning and night, voice sounding as if she were on the verge of breaking down and begging him to open up so that she could come in and help him, and herself even.
“This is making me very sad, Harry. This – whatever it is that you’re doing, i – it isn’t making me feel anything but … but sad,” she would utter defeatedly outside his dorm, being ignorant about the strangers that might be hearing her. And, Harry would clench his eyes shut if his mind showed him a sight of her bottom lip trembling with fat tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
What would matter to anyone hearing her, if Harry wasn’t hearing her? She’d think as she’d knock for the last few times, getting louder and louder.
It made Hary question his decisions, if he was doing the ‘right thing’ after all. But still he would gulp down his cry that threatened to escape his aching throat. He cried, and held himself as his body shook and broke down in sobs, because it felt selfish to have her do it when she could be outside building a snowman.
He was well aware that she was concerned about him, it showed in her actions -- bled through the looks of care she passed him before she had to part from him. And he felt careless, like he wasn’t being responsible and mature enough by simply letting her in but he was. He couldn’t explain as to how or why, but in his head, he knew he was being sensible by not enclosing her in his misery.
Around Y/n he was calmer and more at peace – that was, nowadays, whenever she would catch him sulking on the campus somewhere. Almost all the time he wanted to be coddling her, holding her or being near her -- he knew she’d keep him sane, at the least but still he didn’t go to her. So he managed to comfort himself by the things that reminded him of her.
He felt such geat despair in that moment, when he would be sliding down the wall of his dorm as tears fell one after another from the slits of his eyes. He’d feel resentful of himself, but would still wrap his arms around his weak body and strangle his sobs because the walls were paper thin. He’d rest his head on his knees, back against the cold wall before he’d crawl to the foot of his bed and cry into the mattress as if it were his mum’s or Y/n’s lap.
The sun had begun its hideaway for multiple days on end, and it got dark way earlier. Although he'd liked to think that he was prepared for the season, for the entirety of the beautiful autumn, he knew he was just baffling to himself. His current state was proof for it.
He felt tired, always. Never sleeping and being irritated at the slightest mistakes made during practice -- whether it was with himself or with his teammates. He had no interest in eating or getting out of his dorm room in the mornings, which was extremely unusual of him. Exams were around the corner and as much as he'd like to say that he was ready to tackle them, it was a lie far far away from the truth.
He wasn't even sure what the syllabus was, if he was being completely honest.
By the end, his throat would be aching because of the stifled wails and the sun would have risen by the time he’d be done collecting himself, and then a headache would follow and his eyes would've dried up because of the night time that he used to study instead of sleeping.
Swiftly climbing down the flight of stairs to go to y/n's dorm, he felt the same kind of sensation he did when he was going back home for the winter break.
He knocked thrice, gently because he’s sure she's still sleeping or just woken up. There was a rush in his body, the thought of seeing her was making him more and more impatient. He was beginning to feel nervous, almost verging on anxious.
The door opened, and Y/n peeked through the small crack before and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. He was standing right there, freshly showered and dressed in a fresh pair of clothes. His face was shining and as he smiled down at her, his dimples indented in his shaved cheek and she could smell the strong smell of his shaving cream that lingered around for a while. His lips were stretched so far that the front of his bunny could be seen from the small gap forming in between.
He didn't look much better than he did on the mornings that have passed them by since winter started, but he did seem to be in a better mood. It made her happy that he loved the hot pink hoodie that she bought him as much as she did. He had paired it with some joggers, and the shoes that, again, she had gifted him.
Tears pooled in her eyes in an instant and her nose flared a bit as her mouth swung open in a grin, spurts of laughter falling out as she gazed at him in disbelief.
She made herself fully visible and opened the door wider. Instead of saying anything, she closed her mouth shut, still smiling at him brightly, and opened her arms for him to lean into her.
"Good morning," he gritted through his teeth as she held him tightly, rubbing her back up and down as she broke down in his arms. Pushing the door shut with his leg.
“Good fucking morning,” she sobbed and hicupped, a crack in her voice indicating that this was the first time she'd spoken since she'd woken up, and that she would’ve begun screaming in victory if only she could stop the stuttering cries rushing out of her.
This was the sole reason she'd begun to dislike mornings less, in the first place -- the love she felt oozed out of her at the sight of Harry. But she hadn’t realized just how off and gloomy she had been this whole time until she broke down at the mere sight of him looking decent. All these mornings that she had to wake up knowing deep in her core her that she wouldn’t see the sun, no matter how much she begged for it to come out had put her in a despair so great that she couldn’t even fathom the feeling of it.
But when she’d woken up this morning to see the land outside covered in white snow, shining as sunlight fell on it filled her with a certain hope to the brim. It almost made her flinch, the way sunlight fell on her face as she laid in her bed, eyes swollen and pillow still wet with the tears she’d cried into it the night before.
"You look exceptionally good this morning," she said while pointedly eyeing him up, wiping off the snot with the sleeve of her hoodie. "All good?"
Harry laughed at that, picking her up and taking her to the unmade bed. It looked like she was in the process of making it because all of her stuffed animals were strewn all over the floor -- and she tends to sleep with them on the days Harry isn't there to take up more space than necessary.
“I would’ve been on my way to buy some flowers for you, had I not seen the snow outside. Got too excited to see you, couldn’t wait,” he spoke softly, like she was still in a fragile state.“Plus, it’s too cold outside and I’d like my golden girl to come with me… For the sunflowers only bloom at the sight of the sun,” he smiled with his eyes crinkling on ends, and dimples shying away from Y/n’s gaze.
“First of all, we need to talk and second of all – how many times did you reframe this cringy speech, Harry?”
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supportive gf🥹🫶
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Meeting her || Part II
Author's note: as promised here is the second part of this three part series. I am sorry it took longer to post, but I wanted por my Patreon subscriber have exclusive access to it. I hope you like it!
Golden boy
Meeting her || Part 1
word count: 3.4K
DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains mentions of sex. Read at your own discration
Harry's kiss carried an intensity that threatened to sweep her off her feet. His hands firmly anchored on her hips to prevent any faltering. Initially resistant, Y/N found herself yielding to the wave of desire that surged between them, her conscience overruled and momentarily silenced.
Her hands, once resolute in maintaining distance, betrayed her surrender as they instinctively rose to explore the terrain beneath his shirt. The sculpted contours of his body, a testament to his disciplined routine at the club, hinted at strength and lean athleticism.
With an achingly deliberate pace, Harry's hands ventured beneath her coveralls, the contrast of her soft skin against his fingertips intensifying his desire. As he drew closer, the contours of their bodies collided, and she felt the undeniable evidence of his arousal against her abdomen. Normally reserved about such matters, the unveiling of his physique encouraged her, prompting her to guide them toward the couch.
Harry positioned himself between her legs, a commanding presence as he pinned her beneath him. His skilled hands deftly undid the front of her overalls, revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. A brief moment of admiration passed as Harry absorbed the sight before him, his intense gaze leaving Y/N feeling both exposed and nervous.
Aware of her blush, Harry, without warning, leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth. Y/N watched, her fingers entwining with the strands of his hair, as the soft, whispered moans escaped her lips, filling the room with an intimate symphony of desire.
"Let me see those eyes," he murmured to her, his words accompanied by the rustle of his shirt sliding off his body. The urgency in Harry's actions betrayed a sense of haste, as if he needed to fast-track through the moment. It wasn't just for his own gratification; it was as if he feared awakening, as if this reality were too surreal and fragile to withstand the scrutiny of a waking dream. “There they are”.
Y/N helped him take off her overalls off her body and shyly watched him take off his joggers and boxers. She had lovers before, but never like Harry. They had been painters or artist just like her. She had never been with an athlete. His body seemed to be sculpted. He barely had fat on him. Y/N felt self-conscious as she sat on her couch only wearing a white thong and mid length socks.
Consumed by desire, he sought her by the waist, swiftly repositioning them until he lay on his back. On the opposite side of the couch, Y/N perched, an air of nervousness clinging to her. His intense gaze seemed to sear through her skin, leaving an indelible mark on the charged atmosphere between them.
“Don’t be shy, lovie” He took her hand and helped her to take off the rest of her clothes. Y/N straddled him, placing one of each of her legs on either side of him. She felt the heat that his skin emanated without even having to touch him.
"I-I've never been on top," Y/N confessed, her hips intentionally held aloft, avoiding the union with his. Submissive by nature, she had always yielded to the desires of others, a perpetual people pleaser. Her own wishes consistently took a back seat.
Harry found himself momentarily speechless. He had assumed artists, particularly of her caliber, were unafraid of embracing their sexuality. He had encountered many who were forthright in sharing their intimate experiences. Y/N, however, stood as an exception. Her admission of inexperience fueled his desire for her, creating a magnetic pull that seemed to intensify in the wake of her vulnerability.
They became one. She watched how he disappeared into her as their hips slammed against one another. Harry dig his fingers into her hips as he helped her find a rhythm that they both enjoyed.
“Teach me how to make you feel good.” Harry grunted. His words had enough power to send her shockwaves through her lower abdomen. She felt intoxicated and dazed as he continued to have his way with her.
“Kiss me” She demanded, so Harry reached up to the back of her neck as his hips followed her rhythm and lowered her head enough for their lips to touch and for her to moan into his mouth.
“Christ” He cried out from the sensation, pulling down her hips harder. Harry knew that he would leave bruises on her hips, but her moaning, the soft sounds she made or the way that her round breast bounced by his face, teasing and enticing him was all too much for him.
They were covered on each other’s sweat by the time that Harry finally released himself inside of her. His sight faded to black, and he could only see specks of white until his sight returned seconds later. Harry reaching his orgasm didn’t stop Y/N from continue working her thighs muscles.
Harry watched her as she continued to use him. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, and her hair was sticking to her forehead, but to Harry she looked like a Goddess. It didn’t take long for her to had arch her hips, her legs to go wobbly and for her to join Harry in bliss.
As the night deepened, Y/N stirred from her slumber, finding herself awake before Harry. The lateness of the hour was evident in the silence that enveloped them, a stark contrast to the usual symphony of city sounds. Her body rested atop his, a connection forged in the shared intimacy of the night.
With utmost care, Y/N gingerly lifted her body from his, each movement calculated to avoid disrupting his peaceful sleep. The room held the remnants of their shared moments — a delicate interplay of shadows and moonlight accentuating the contours of their entwined figures. Y/N allowed her gaze to linger on the tranquil sight of Harry, his features softened by the hushed glow of the room. In this quiet moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of their shared vulnerability in the intimate hours they had spent together.
Navigating her apartment with careful steps, Y/N made her way towards the bedroom in search of a robe or some clothing. The silence within her living space mirrored the weight of the guilt settling on her shoulders. As she locked herself in the bathroom, the walls seemed to close in around her, amplifying the echoes of her inner turmoil.
Inside the confined space, anxiety surged through her, transforming the room into a cavern of self-reflection. The magnitude of disbelief struck her; she couldn't fathom how they had ended up entangled in the depths of intimacy. Each breath felt heavy, carrying the weight of unexpected choices made in the heat of the moment. Guilt overshadowed the shared passion, leaving her to grapple with the consequences of a night that had taken an unexpected turn.
While Y/N and Emma weren't particularly close, Y/N couldn't shake the conviction that, regardless of their differences, Emma didn't deserve to be cheated on. Wrapping her body in a robe, Y/N gathered her thoughts before rejoining the living room. There, Harry sat on the couch, shirtless, occupied with tying his sneakers. The air held a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of choices made and the complexities that now enveloped their connection.
A surge of anxiety morphed into a fiery anger within her. The disbelief was overwhelming; he had been preparing to depart without uttering a single word to her. The weight of naivety and a tinge of foolishness settled in. He, it seemed, wasn't any different from the other men she had encountered—a bitter revelation that stung with a sense of betrayal. The emotions collided within her, creating a storm of frustration, disappointment, and a profound sense of disillusionment.
"So, this is all I am to you? Just a quick fuck, huh?" Her laughter dripped with sarcasm, cutting through the air to announce her presence in the room.
"You locked yourself in the bathroom. I thought you didn't want me here anymore," he responded, confusion clouding his features. The weight of guilt bore down on Harry, not only for betraying Emma but also for involving Y/N in the tangled web of their choices. The room crackled with tension.
"I'm not a bad person, Harry," she spoke with remorse, her voice choked with emotion. "But what we just did makes me one." Y/N fought back tears, the weight of guilt pressing down on her. "This can't happen again," she asserted, tears streaming down her face as she sought to externalize the overwhelming remorse within her. "It's not fair to any of us.”
"This isn't on you, Y/N," he explained, his words laced with a mix of regret and self-reflection. "I'm her boyfriend. I was the one who was supposed to be loyal to her." His admission hung in the air, emphasizing the role he played in the choices that led them to this point. “I understand if you never want to see me again.”
As Harry made his way toward the front door of her apartment, Y/N felt compelled to step closer, as if she could somehow halt the inevitable. However, her feet remained rooted, and her voice seemed to elude her. As he slightly opened the door, he turned to look at her.
"I just want you to know that I don't regret anything," he uttered, his words hanging in the air as he shut the door behind him. The finality of the action left Y/N standing alone in the room, grappling with the weight of those parting words and the aftermath of a night that had irreversibly altered the dynamics between them.
Night after night, Y/N found herself tossing and turning in the clutches of restlessness. The thought of reaching out to him tugged at the edges of her consciousness, yet every attempt to formulate the right words felt elusive. In those fleeting moments when she mustered the courage, a wave of self-doubt would wash over her, causing her to retreat once more. The cycle persisted for almost two weeks and her insomnia only made her crankier.
Finally, Y/N redirected her energy toward a new project. Engaging in sculpting for her latest project, she found herself immersed in the creative process, fueled by a restless determination. With minimal sleep, the clock striking three in the morning, she embarked on this new venture.
It was only a few hours later, after her coffee had cooled, and she went to the kitchen to warm it up, that she noticed she was sculpting a human. She began with the feet and had just started on the ankles.
As Y/N continued her sculpting journey, she found herself captivated by the evolving form taking shape beneath her skilled hands. The subtle contours of the feet transitioned seamlessly into the delicate curves of the ankles. The tactile connection with the clay became a meditative dance, each knead and mold bringing the human figure to life.
Lost in the creative process, she explored the distinctions of expression and emotion, her fingers working with an intuitive grace. The cold coffee on the table went unnoticed as she delved into the intricacies of her art.
A few days later, Y/N joined her father and brother for brunch. They had intentionally passed through Manchester to check up on her and insisted on a get-together.
"I love you, but you look terrible," her brother remarked as she took a seat in front of them. Y/N shrugged at her older brother and nonchalantly put her sunglasses back on, masking the evidence of turmoil beneath her eyes.
"Are you getting enough sleep?" Phillip, her father, inquired with concern for his youngest and only daughter. "You could always move back in with your mother and me if this becomes too much for you, honey." He reached for her hand, already settled on the table, and gently caressed the top.
Y/N and her brother, Archie, burst into laughter, leaving their father bewildered as he tried to grasp what was so amusing.
"Dad, she'd rather die than move in with you and mum," Archie revealed, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "I would too. You guys still love each other way too much. It's too much PDA for my taste."
"I thought you both would appreciate that we haven't ended up in divorce like most couples on earth," Phillip debated, a playful tone in his voice. "Ungrateful little fucks," he added, eliciting laughter from all three of them.
"How's Mum? Why didn't she come up with you?"
"You know how she is. She hates leaving the house and worries too much when we're away," Phillip explained. "How was the art show?"
"It went very smoothly. Most of the pieces were sold," she replied. "I think by the end of the year, I might be able to open the first permanent gallery."
"I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me fund it. So, you can dedicate yourself to just painting and not worry about down payments." Her family was very comfortable; Phillip held a high position in a large investment company. Y/N shook her head and put down her menu.
"You still don't get it, Dad. I need to do it on my own. I want to achieve it for my own selfish reasons."
"Fine, fine," he raised his hands, "just trying to help."
"I understand, and thank you," she smiled. "How about you, Archie? How's working for Dad? Is he everything you wished for?"
"He's the worst," Archie huffed just as the waitress approached them to take their orders. "But honestly, I've enjoyed it."
"I'm so happy that both of you are here. I really needed it," Y/N revealed. She had been going crazy in the apartment, and since she didn't have many friends, she hadn't gone out much.
"What are you working on currently?" Phillip asked her, genuinely curious about her new piece.
"A sculpture," she nervously shared.
"I would love to go see it," Phillip added.
"It's not going as I hoped for—" But before she could continue, making up excuses to keep her dad and brother out of her house, she was interrupted by none other than Emma. Surprisingly, it was the first time she was genuinely happy to see her.
"Y/N! I didn't know you came to places like this." Y/N nodded and awkwardly waved but remained quiet, anticipating Emma's usual backhanded compliments. "I haven't seen you in quite a long time. You've been distant."
"This is my dad, Phillip, and my brother, Archie. This is Emma," Y/N introduced them without forgetting her manners. "She's an old friend from college," she added.
Archie and Phillip greeted her with polite smiles.
"What are you doing later?" Emma asked. "I was just going to pick up some food before heading to the stadium to see Harry play. Are you guys fans of Manchester?" Y/N's body instantly went rigid at the mention of his name.
"Fuck yeah!" Archie enthusiastically jumped at the opportunity. "I mean—we would love to," he corrected himself after clearing his throat. Phillip turned to Y/N and shrugged with a smile. She wanted to scream and stop them from going. She didn't want to be dragged along. Y/N needed an excuse to miss the game.
"We don't have further plans. I think it could be fun," Emma smiled, feeling accomplished to have convinced them. She knew who Phillip was and how much he was worth. He was a big fish, and she loved the attention. Emma just had to win over Y/N's father. She wanted to be close to her family, just for the perks. "Honey?"
"Y-yeah," Y/N agreed, even though she felt like crying and sensed her heart was about to explode. What was she going to say to Harry? Would she even talk to him? Would Emma notice?
They were in box seats, which surprised Y/N. Emma had never invited her to sit in the box; they usually sat with the rest of the crowd. After all, not many people knew who Emma was or could easily recognize her.
The weather was great when the match started. As usual, Harry was in the initial team. Y/N noticed that he had allowed his hair to grow longer than usual, and he had a slight mustache. Despite the rougher appearance, she still considered him the most gorgeous man she had come across. The top of his hair was tied with a hair tie, causing a slight pang of jealousy, wondering if it was Emma's.
After half-time, the game took a turn for the worse, and the weather didn't help. It started pouring rain and became windy, but the game wasn't postponed. Something had set off the players from the other team, and yellow cards started getting pulled out.
Manchester was losing, and it felt like the team couldn't advance without getting pushed or kicked to the floor. It wasn't until the last twenty minutes of the match that a penalty shot was called after a player committed a foul on Harry.
"Oh god," Y/N whispered as she watched the players stand back and the referee place the football on the floor for Harry to kick.
"Since when do you like football?" Archie asked, noticing his sister's nervousness.
"I don't know," Y/N shrugged. "It's entertaining," she brushed him off, carefully watching Harry talk to the captain of the team while covering his mouth.
"If he misses, he is going to be hated for quite a few months," Archie said to Emma, who stood on the other side of him.
"That's his problem," Emma brushed off, showing a lack of concern. "He signed up to be a football player, not me." Y/N couldn't believe the bitterness of her statement. Harry was her boyfriend, and the least she could do was stand beside him.
The referee's whistle interrupted her thoughts, and seconds later, Harry kicked the ball with the arch of his left foot.
He missed.
The goalkeeper caught it.
Instantly, the crowd went mad, booing at Harry. Y/N felt helpless, wanting to scream for them to stop. She could see the disappointment on his face as he wiped the rain off his face while his team patted his back in solidarity.
"Oh well! They lost," Emma added. "I'm sorry I brought you to his worst game ever," she said to Phillip. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Harry continue to play for the remaining match. "Would you like to meet him?"
"I have to get back to the studio," Y/N excused herself. "But if you two want to stay, that's fine."
"No, honey. We came to see you and spend time with you," Phillip said for both of them. "I appreciate your generosity, Emma. However, we want to spend time with Y/N. We leave tomorrow morning, and we still have a few things planned with her."
"That's fine," Emma coldly responded and looked back at the match. Y/N could tell that it had bothered her.
After the game, they ventured out for some shopping. Y/N confessed to her father that she didn't actually have to go to the studio but preferred spending time with him instead of hanging out with wet and sweaty men. Phillip laughed warmly, embracing her. He made sure to stock her fridge and handed her extra money for anything she might want or need.
Following the shopping spree, they enjoyed dinner at a fancy restaurant near their hotel. A driver later took Y/N back to her apartment after heartfelt goodbyes and hugs.
"I love you. Send me a picture of that sculpture. I'm sure it's great," were Phillip's parting words as he let go of her.
Returning alone to her apartment felt strange. Y/N had shared an incredible time with her family, making the solitude of her apartment even more palpable. Nevertheless, that didn't deter her from delving back into sculpting until two in the morning.
After a skincare routine, a bath, and a late-night snack at three in the morning, Y/N found herself tucked into bed. She closed her eyes, allowing the silence around her to usher her into a deep slumber. However, her peaceful state was abruptly disrupted by three knocks on her door. After much hesitation and grabbing the box cutter she used for opening mailed packages, she finally opened the door.
"I had to bribe your doorman to let me in with tickets," was the first thing out of his mouth.
Do you think Emma will find out and how?
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Charity Match | Tobi TBJZL Brown🔞
Imagine inspired by sidemenreacts vid: "reacting to sidemen charity match moments" moment when Tobi points out the scar Simon's medal left on his back (link to video at the end of the oneshot for reference)... Look at bae tho:
Little slayer. Anyways, go read the oneshot:
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The Sidemen FC placed their hands on the cup- the smell of lynx body spray, sweat and victory crowding the changing room- lifting the cup high above their heads with an uproarious cheer which could be heard all the way from the Allstar FC's changing room.
Everyone celebrated, medals clanging as they kissed the cup and jumped for joy, though Simon's hand smacked to his mouth barely a moment after he'd jumped. The sharp edge of his medal had pierced through Tobi's shirt, and the black polyester was dampened with a dark spot which appeared to grow by the second.
But Tobi hadn't noticed the blood filtering through his shirt.
No, Tobi was too focussed on lifting the cup up as it came around to him, still victorious cheering,so much so that he didn't even notice as Simon brushed Tobi's shirt to the side slightly to inspect the damage the hard-edged metal had inflicted upon his friend's back. But as soon as Simon lifted the shirt slightly, his eyes widened- jaw dropped open. For whilst Simon had expected to see just a gash on his otherwise unharmed back- Tobi's back had angry purple lined jagged and shooting across his back like lightning, starting all the way at his shoulder-blades and running all the way down to his lower back.
Simon gulped after the presentation as he found Tobi in the changing rooms, spraying some deodorant under his shirt and packing his duffel bag- ready to get back onto the coach to London.
"Hey, Tobes?" Simon called for his smaller friend's attention. Tobi turned with a big smile, still giddy following the Sidemen FC win. "I err, I accidentally nicked your back with my medal when we were celebrating..."
"Ah, I didn't notice, must just be small." Tobi shrugged, Simon's eyes lowering as he recalled the large gash it had left besides all of those lightning-streak lines.
"Uhm, also I... I noticed some other purple-y scars on your back like, kinda uneven lines... Is your back- are you- are you alright?"
Tobi scrunched his brows together, not knowing what he purple lines he was talking about on his back. Pulling his locker door open, he peered over his shoulder and pulled his shirt up.
Suddenly, those purple scratch marks weren't so unfamiliar...
A moan was ripped from your throat as Tobi thrusted back into your roughly- not even giving you a moment to recover, post-orgasm.
He paused only a moment with a low groan as his cum filled you, before his hips began slamming back into you- still somehow not satisfied and desperate for another round. His hands roamed from your tits down to your hips, bringing you to his chest so that your body was flush against his- your body weight supported only by Tobi as he walked you until your back was pressed against the wall, cock still hard inside of you as his lips found yours, sloppily meeting in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.
The smell of sex filled the hotel room which the Sidemen had booked for all the players, pre-game- though it felt as though Tobi and yourself seemed to be using the room to its fullest potential. And your next-door neighbours in the hotel were NOT going to be happy with the noises you two were making.
Your hands found the back of his neck- pulling him in and drawing him even closer as you moved your mouth synchronously with Tobi's, intoxicated with the way he tasted and the way his tongue ravaged your mouth. A whimper fell from your lips as your felt Tobi pull out slowly, clearly rearing to move and thrust inside of your overstimulated pussy once more.
"Fuck, Tobi-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself fluttering around his wood, thighs shaking as they were wrapped around his hips- your whole lower body completely spent. Tobi noticed your shaking and rested you on the table, which was at perfect height for you to sit on whilst his cock was still inside you.
"C'mon gorgeous, you can go another round," He slowed his pace as he pulled out more slowly, fingers threading through your hair and finally giving your clit a well deserved grace-period as you let out whispered moans, nodding your head in agreement despite the tingles of overstimulation that Tobi sent racing through your core- not wanting to say no to Tobi. "Atta girl," He pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead as he pulled all the way out, before making your whole body jerk and your throat emit a gasp as Tobi slammed right back into you, his cock undeniably kissing your cervix as he bottomed out instantly.
"TOBI!" You gasped your moan, hands gripping his back as he pulled out once more, thrusting in with the same toe-curling force which make you scream from the feeling, rolling your head back and only exposing your neck to him, which he wasted no time in attaching his mouth to, to shower in hickeys and bruises as he thrusted at a mind-numbing pace, your head going fuzzy from the feelings.
A loud moan was ripped from your throat as you felt Tobi hit your g-spot, the bundle of nerves sending pleasure through every molecule of your body as your fingernails dug into his back- creating marks of your own as they dug into his skin and ripped downwards, etching deep purple lines against his dark skin. Tobi didn't even register the pain, all too drunk on the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock, making lewd noises each time his balls slapped into your aching core, arousal coating his cock.
His mouth caught onto one of your tits as he pounded, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and making you let out somehow an even louder moan as the feeling of his hot mouth around your breast paired with his tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust had you toes curling- back arching into the glass window behind the desk, overlooking all of London as you felt the heat rising to your face, all too aware you were going to cum soon...
"Tobi," You gasped, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head roll back. Tobi groaned from the way his name fell from your lips, along with the feeling of your nails still running down his back aggressively- catching the reflexion of his back in the reflective glass behind you- the angry lighting-lines across his back making his cock twitch at the thought that you'd marked him up so possessively. "I think I-I'm gonna cum..."
"That's my fuckin' girl, cum, gorgeous-" His words along with the fingers that trailed down from your nipple down to your clit, rolling a few tight circles over the sensitive spot, pushed you over the edge- euphoria fuzzy-ing your head and clouding your vision as your fingernails ran down his back, fading into nothing as Tobi felt himself release inside you also.
Your eyes opened dazedly, lazily looking up at your wonderful boyfriend, before your eyes caught onto the mirror on the other side of the room- reflecting the image of Tobi's ruthlessly scratched back. Tobi caught the look of horror that you wore on your face as your eyes turned to him- though Tobi just smirked- ready to wear those marks as a badge of honour...
"Tobi?" Simon's voice pulled Tobi out of his thoughts with a cautious tone. He turned around to face Simon once more, grinning as his eyes flicked from Simon to the beautiful figure of his girlfriend, watching as she wandered into the changing room, looking for him. "Those marks alright? Are you... good?"
"Oh I'm more than good," Tobi grinned lazily as you spotted him, making your way across the changing room before Tobi pulled you into his arms proudly for another victorious kiss, deciding to leave his shirt off for the ride back home- instead showing off his bare back- and all the markings you'd left across it.
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okayyy sidemen charity match done icl i thought allstars was gonna win but LESSGOO SIDEMENNNNNMy final notes from the charity match:
-Angry ginge is so fine icel (the tackles n squaring up to speed...)
-It was so hard tryna convince my dad "no, speed is actually good at football..." after missing the pen... and a shot on goal... AND A SHOT ON AN OPEN GOAL-So proud of behz- scores in the stadium he's supported since he was a child, with his daughter watching, and got his dream knee-sliding, topless celebration-Congrats Harry for that beaut strike-I want Chris to weave into my DMs like he wove through that defence line-Why was JJ... not a bad goalie???-XQC looked like a proper sweetheart in goal negl-Manny hattrick i love to see it - esp with Simon always tryna set him up to score instead of taking it for himself <333
-WILLNE TWO FOOTING THE CAR BRINGING THE BALL IN LOOOOOOOL
-MAX FOSH SCORES A GOAL THEN WHIPS OUT THE UNO REVERSE CARD???? (also why's he so caked lol)
Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!
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Football pictures that look like they could be romance book/movie cover (part 2 here) (Part 3)
That look
Casually cuddling each other in front of millions of people
Power couple vibes
Angst vibes
Just sweetness and softness
Whatever vibes these give off
(There's 1000+ more pictures that could be added into this plie but Tumblr has a 30 picture per post rule 😞. I can't add more than that)
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Some more of these because why the hell not :)
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i need good “she fell first but he fell harder” fanfics literally any fandom lol
#fanfic#multi fandom#harry potter#football#batman#peaky blinder fanfic#little woman movie#peak fiction#fanfics#open to anything#x reader#reader insert#timothée chalamet x reader#female reader#lucius malfoy x reader#tewkesbury x reader#spiderman x reader#the office x reader#cobra kai x reader#robert de niro x reader#gavi x reader#kang daniel x reader#remus lupin x reader#jacob elordi x reader#lab rats x reader#tyler durden x reader#malcolm in the middle x reader#11th doctor x reader#regulus black x reader#outer banks x reader
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HE LOOKS SO GOOD OMDS?! 🥹🩷
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Can you make a oneshot that We alsow is a fotball girl and Harry and her Are filming a penelty video and he hits her in the head and she gets a nose bleed. And Harry gets scared and takes her to the hospital but she just need som kisses and cudels
You sure? -W2S
Words: 0.6k+
Warnings: head injury, hospitals, protective harry.
In which Harry accidentally hurts you during a football video and won’t stop worrying.
a/n: hey babe🫶🏼 I’ve been super busy recently so haven’t really had the time (or energy) to write😫. Thank you for this cute request!! I hope you enjoy🤍 (also I know nothing about football so I apologise if anything is incorrect😭)
Me and Harry have been together for almost 8 months. We both love football and he often comes on my channel. Today we're filming a video at our local football pitch.
"You almost ready to go babe?" He asked as I brushed my teeth. "Mhm" I murmured before spitting the toothpaste into the sink. "Let me just grab my bag." I rushed through our apartment to collect the last few things I needed for the video.
We left soon after and Harry drove us to the pitch. Once we arrived we grabbed all of the equipment out of the boot and carried it onto the grass. Then we set everything up and began filming. "Hey guys! Today we're filming a penalty video and Harry's going to be challenging my goal keeping skills so let's get started!" I began. Harry did his usual awkward "yes!" And I giggled.
I assumed my position in the goal and Harry began taking shots. After almost half an hour of switching back and forth between Harry and I it was my turn to be the goal keeper again. Everything went in slow motion, Harry took a shot and before I could even process what was happening the ball whacked me right in my face. I fell to the ground with a thud as my head started to spin and something wet began to drip from my nose.
"Oh my god! y/n I'm so sorry! Shit you're bleeding! Oh nelly." Harry rambled. "Haz I'm fine, just a bit shocked that's all." I calmly stated as he helped me up. "We should take you to the hospital." He stressed. I decided not to argue as I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. He walked me back to the car then quickly grabbed the cameras along with all of our things. Then he drove us to the hospital.
"Looks like you have a minor concussion, doesn't seem to be anything you need to worry about just rest and take it easy for the next few days." The kind nurse said as I sat next to Harry in the small hospital room. "Are you sure she's gonna be ok?" Harry asked. She nodded "if you're worried about anything just call us up or come back here." She relayed. "Yes, thank you." I stood from the chair and Harry quickly followed.
I saw him carefully glancing at me on the drive home. "Harry. Seriously I'm fine. The nurse said there was absolutely nothing to worry about." "I know, I just feel bad for you know- hurting you." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. I laughed "aw, you're such an empath."
When we got home Harry told me to sit down and so I did. After grabbing me some water and an ice pack he plonked himself next to me on the couch. I moved so my head was leaning on his chest. His hands gently raked through my hair and I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next morning I woke up in bed next to Harry, who was sat scrolling through his phone. "Morning." I whispered. His eyes shot towards me "ah, you're alive. How's your head?" He asked. I chuckled "my heads fine." My head hurt a little (which was to be expected since I'd had a football pounded into my face) but I wasn't going to mention it to Harry since he was so worried. "Good. We're definitely not filming any more football videos for a while." I pouted, putting on my best puppy dog eyes "but I don't want my channel to die." Harry chuckled "well I can compromise... maybe we can just do crossbar challenge or something." "Ok." I replied with a satisfied nod before moving closer toward him and pecking his lips. "Thanks for taking care of me Haz." He pulled me closer "you know I always will."
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WHO I WRITE FOR
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FORMULA TWO & THREE; arthur leclerc, ollie bearman, dennis hauger, paul aron.
COLLEGE HOCKEY; ethan edwards, mark estapa, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli.
NHL; matt barzal, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, trevor zegras, vince dune, connor bedard.
NFL; travis kelcey, joey burrow, nick bosa.
FOOTBALL; mason mount, pedro gonzalez, pablo gavira, paulo dybala, vinicius jr., jude bellingham, antonie griezmann, joao felix, marc guiu.
RIODANVERSE; percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, luke castellan, clarisse la rue, nico di angelo, thalia grace.
HARRY POTTER; harry potter, ron wesley, hermione granger, fred and george wesley, draco malfoy, oliver wood, cedrico diggory.
OUTER BANKS; jj maybank, rafe cameron, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kiara carerra.
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I’m just very happy that H still wears his pearl necklace which I totally believe Louis gave him for the anniversary.
I wasn’t really convinced that he was in Australia but he looks so tan, maybe they went together somewhere before Australia? Anyway it seems HL had some nice sunny days off together.
Hi, anon!
I'm happy he wears it too. It didn’t look like he was wearing the cross and dicklace today, only the pearls (or maybe he was, we just couldn’t see them).
I wasn't convinced he was with Louis in Australia either, and we'll never know, but yeah that's a bit of a tan he's got going lol. His good mood tells me he's had some rejuvinating time off spent with the hubby. That's what matters.
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"Knight in the shining armour"
This is short, and kinda bad. But I've finished a fic I began writing for the first time in the whole month of March (we're lowkey in April now sooo) so I hope that you don't mind this shit-cliche too much <3
Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n
Word Count - 1.2k
Warnings - Cuss words, a slur, one little hit to the jaw (literally the whole fic in three little warnings helpp-)
Harry and Y/n are at a party and everyone's enjoying their time until comes in a dude who can neither take no for an answer, nor register the fact that he's just been warned.
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Everyone had somehow fit on the three sofas in the living room of some dude's, whom Y/n didn't know, party. She'd come here with Harry, just to get away from all of her projects and assignments, and loosen up a bit -- spend some time with Harry and play some games.
Though she wasn’t actually playing any games, she was still enjoying. Cheering with everyone each time Harry scored. She didn't exactly plan on drinking alcohol, considering she had classes early in the morning the next day and had to give a presentation. And still, she stole a couple sips from Harry's red plastic cup every time he handed it to her to play his turn.
A blue drink sloshed around in her cup as everyone roared loudly when Harry scored another point in the ping-pong. She had taken one sip of it, and she just knew that it was close to going stale, somehow. With a big smile on her mouth, she leaned into Harry's side to press a kiss to his cheek, which landed on his ear lobe instead, making the two of them laugh.
When someone bumped into her and apologised right after, her eyes strayed from Harry for a second. She passed the chick a smile and let her go on. And then her eyes landed on a guy standing in the crowd, looking at her with a look she couldn't quite read.
Feeling like she knew him somehow, she settled her gaze back on the game that was still in Harry's favour. She was still a little tense when the realisation sunk in her -- it was Izac. The guy she'd turned down when he'd drunkenly asked her out for sex. He seemed to have taken the rejection well enough and Y/n had moved back to her friend group.
But right now, as he looked at her intently, Y/n had a feeling that maybe he had something to say. Her eyes wandered over to him for the second time and they came in contact with him again, this time his smile making them shrink a little.
Just out of politeness, Y/n smiled back and before she could turn away, he began moving towards her.
Dread settled in her because she didn't have the desire to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to keep it shut and peacefully watch the game as jazzy blues played in the background. Still, she put on a welcoming face.
"Hi," he greeted and cheered his cup with both of the cups in her hands, causing her to crack an embarrassed smile.
"It's Harry's," she explained shortly, almost fully turned towards Izac now, and by some miracle, Harry turned to see why she'd mentioned his name, almost knocking down his drink in her hand when his arm bumped with the back of her elbow.
"Why don't we go somewhere quieter? It's a little too crowded here," Izac suggested, pulling her attention back onto him.
"Ah, I think it's good enough." She disagreed and before he could persist, she continued. "How's Leah?" She dared to ask about his girlfriend that Y/n solely knew the name of.
"She's good, yeah," he shrugged a little tensely, almost as if he hadn't expected Y/n to have known about her. Maybe she was just reading into it a little too much.
"I came here to apologise actually, about the last time we met," he said while actively pretending to get a little awkward, clearly lying about his purpose behind approaching her.
"Oh no, that's fine -- I'd mostly forgotten about it," she laughed lightly, faking it still.
"I should've asked you properly, y' know? Sober and all," he quickly uttered out, catching Y/n off guard.
What? She looked at him to see if she'd said that outloud and it seemed like she hadn't. "Oh," was all she said, as she took a sip out of her cup and flinched in distaste. She’d drunk from her own cup.
"I -- yeah. I genuinely think we'd be extremely compatible in bed," he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck on seeing the blank look on Y/n's face.
She swallowed dryly, still quite in shock. "You don't even know me," she mentioned flatly, having quit the politeness because he clearly wasn't reciprocating it. "Plus, you're in a relationship -- not that I would've agreed to this even if you weren't."
"She doesn't have to know about this, you know, Leah," he tried again. "It'll just be for a night. Like, give it a shot, c'mon," he urged her, moving a step closer.
"Izac, back off,” She said firmly. “And no, I won't have sex with you," taking a step back, she added. And now, she could feel Harry's arm against her back.
She felt his breath nearing the back of her neck just in time for Izac to let out a hollow chuckle and begin walking away.
"Fuckin’ slut," he called her, and Y/n was about to snap when she felt Harry's arm snake around her waist.
"Watch your mouth," she heard him spit behind her, now moving to stand beside her.
Izac turned around, a lazy smile on his face, like he was a friend. "Don't bother man. Sluts like her --"
Harry's fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off. He inhaled sharply as Izac groaned in pain, holding his jaw while crouching – he might have broken it.
"Dare you call any girl, let alone her,” he pointed his thumb towards Y/n, “that thing again and I won't mind breaking a couple other bones," he warned, his voice having gone so low throughout the scene that probably only the five people standing closest to him heard him clearly.
And as Izac was ushered off to a bathroom, Y/n intertwined her hand through Harry's and took them outside. She could feel something wet and sticky on his knuckles as she grazed her thumb over it, his arm a little stiff. It surely hurt.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she began. “I was going to bite right back.”
Harry sighed beside her, knowing that she was right, he didn’t have to do it. “But I wanted to,” he confessed.
“I just couldn’t believe that that dog said it again after being fucking warned. Like the fact that he said it even once had made my anger boiling,” he said with an angry frown in between his eyebrows, getting agitated again.
Looking up from the concrete road, Y/n turned to look him in the eyes, waiting for him to do the same. “It’s okay. And, thank you,” she smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek that had dug out its dimples again.
“Of course,” he murmured, pressing his mouth somewhere near her hairline and hissed in pain when she accidentally squeezed his bruising hand.
“What?” Coming to a halt with his hand still in hers, Y/n briskly squeezed it again as she continued – “Is this knight in shining armour’s hand beginning to hurt?” She mocked him, cackling when he shrieked again and holding onto his torso for support as her body went limp because of laughing so hardly.
Shaking his hand out of her grip, Harry pushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’m done being your boyfriend,” he mumbled, a laugh escaping his lips when his girlfriend only threw her head back to laugh harder.
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Situationship with James? would love to see reader wearing a jersey that isn’t james’ cause they had an argument about wanting to be together or not, so she does that to tease him and see if he gets jealous (you can make it magical or non magical)
fem!reader x james potter, 1k words, angst and swearing
a/n: JUMPING at this ask because it gives me the opportunity to write james as a footballer ehehe. tysm to @gravelyordinary for helping me w this 😭😭
"Come on, James..." You mumbled to yourself, clenching your fists nervously. The game was becoming intense, both teams completely stuck in, aggressive and ready to win. You watched as James weaved in and out between other players. Unsurprisingly, he was refusing to pass the ball. Classic show-off James Potter. It was nearing the end of the second half, and James' team had to get this last goal in order to win.
James looked determined to be the reason for the victory. He knew you were there, and even though your last interaction had been a fight, he still wanted to look cool for you. He was approaching the goal. You saw him flash a grin at the opposing team's goalie- his best friend's brother. "JUST FUCKING SHOOT IT, POTTER!" Someone screamed behind you. You laughed, and your hands flew over your mouth as you watched James raise his leg to kick the ball. "Yes, yes, YES!" You screeched as the ball flew into the net, much to the dismay of the goalie.
You cheered, your ears ringing from the sheer amount of screaming surrounding you. You couldn't wait to see the expression on James' face when he saw you. You grabbed your purse and left the stands, heading towards the private lounge where the players and their families hung out after games.
You had free admission to the lounge, and everybody knew better than to question it. You had been going out with James for almost a year now, but had still yet to put a label on your relationship. James was convinced you two should be dating by now, because of course "you could end up pregnant". Sure, that could be true, but in your opinion that was no reason to be in a committed relationship.
You pulled open the door to the lounge, and James' teammates cheered when they saw you. They loved you, but admittedly also thought you were insane for not being James' girlfriend. You smiled, but quickly asked them to please "ignore the shirt". Setting down your purse at the bar, you took your jacket off. The silence in response was unbearable.
The last name "Black" was written across the back of the shirt you were wearing. Yes, Regulus Black was James' best friend's brother, but it was still disappointing to the boys for you to wear the opposing goalie's jersey. "Don't take it personal, guys." You laughed, turning to them. You were instead met by one set of eyes you weren't exactly excited to see. James was staring at you, ears practically shooting steam, as his mates stared at his reaction.
He scoffed, sipping his drink and turning toward the lounge. He walked away, raking his fingers through his unruly hair. You turned quickly to the bartender. "Passionfruit Martini, please." You sighed.
Drink in-hand, you made your way over to James. He was sitting alone, looking almost sickly. He looked up at you, rolling his eyes. You sat next to him, putting your hand on his knee. "Was embarrassing me like that worth it?" He asked, staring at the ground. You stayed silent, regretting your decision. "I- I wanted to see if you really cared all that much..." You stuttered, taking a sip of your drink.
James grinned sarcastically, facing you. "Of course I fucking care that much. Are you mad?" It was hard to believe it, but you could see tears in his eyes. "Shit. I'm so sorry, James. I didn't think you were actually serious about that!" He shrugged, downing the rest of his drink. "Why did you think I fought so hard with you the other night then? Just for the sake of it?"
You looked down at the floor, guilt taking over your body. "I'll take off the jersey if you'd like." You mumbled. "Well I can't make you do anything, Y/N. I'm not your boyfriend, afterall." James huffed. Your mouth opened in disbelief. "Don't be like that! It's not that I don't want to date you, it's just that I'm not sure I'm ready! It would be hard for me dating a footballer, you know!" James nodded, adjusting his glasses.
"I get that. You could have just said that, sweetheart." He placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You sat up again and rested your head on him. "I like you. I really do. I just need time." You whispered. You felt James sigh. "Please just tell me. I don't want to lose you." You smiled at him, softening. "I promise."
"Can we get out of here?" James asked quietly, resting his hand on top of yours. "I actually really hate seeing you wear that, would rather you wear nothing at all than be in that shirt..." He trailed off, reaching out to feel the fabric on your body. You gasped, smacking his hand away. "We're in public!" You exclaimed. James laughed, putting his hand back on your waist. "Exactly why I'm suggesting we leave, Y/N."
Agreeing, you were soon in the back of a cab, James with his arm tightly around your shoulder. "I'm so so sorry." You repeated over and over. James laughed, assuring you it was okay. You peppered his face with kisses, much to the dismay of your driver.
Arriving at James' flat, the two of you dashed upstairs, fingers interlaced. "James!" You giggled as he pulled you onto his bed. He wasted no time in getting the jersey off of you, and he threw it to the floor. "Gotta give that back to him." He laughed. "I actually stole it from Sirius when he came to visit." You grinned, straddling James' hips.
Waking up the next morning, you smiled at the feeling of James' heartbeat under your head. You kissed his neck gently, trying to wake him up. He groaned and shifted under you, sitting up. "Good morning my handsome boyfriend." You giggled, moving his hair from in front of his eyes. James' eyes shot open, shocked. "Boyfriend?!" He gasped, a grin forming on his lips. "Yes, James. Boyfriend."
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FYI Harold's british accent is the most british to ever accent
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